A Sexual Life
by Daddy's Boy

This story was told to me by an online friend about his childhood. I have no way of knowing if it is completely true or not, but I took notes for him and decided to write it as he requested. There were gaps of time that he couldn't remember and I decided to fill them in to keep the story going. So parts of the story I know are fiction. The story is about his sexual upbringing and contains a lot of sex between men and boys and occasionally incest. I know that this stuff isn't legal everywhere and not everyone likes this kind of story but for those of you who do here it is.

A Sexual Life - Chapter 4

CODES: M/t, t/b, masturbation, oral, anal

It was the following night that Warner furthered my sexual education. I learned a few shocking things on that camping trip. Things that were so shocking that I balked at the idea of another camping trip for a long time. But the following night Warner showed me something that set part of my life path. We were careful about jacking off to wait until we were sure that my dad and his mom were asleep in their tent. That night he had something new for me though. We started out the way we always did with hands wrapped around each other's dicks but he stopped me after a few strokes and stopped touching my dick.

"I wanna show you somethin' cool," he whispered. I could make out his face and form just enough from the moonlight shining through the opened tent flap. He moved closer to me and then he bent over and put his mouth on my dick.

"Oh!" I gasped.

"Quiet!" he whispered sharply.

"What are you doing?" I whispered back. I couldn't believe how good it had felt but he'd actually put my dick in his mouth! I thought that was dirty until he explained.

"I'm sucking your dick Chris," he whispered and then went on to explain why and that it wasn't dirty and lots of people did this kind of thing because it felt so much more amazing than jacking off. Then he went back to licking and sucking my dick.

He ran his tongue all over my dick and boy did it feel awesome. My toes curled and my butt lifted off the air mattress like I was trying to shove it down his throat even though it wasn't long enough for that. When the orgasm feeling came it exploded out from my dick in waves that rocked me and make me shake and shiver. I lay there after he'd taken his mouth away from my dick for a good while just jerking with the pleasure of that orgasm. It was amazing and for just a little bit I thought I saw stars.

"Wow," I whispered when I could finally manage.

"Good huh?" he chuckled.

"Oh yeah," I said.

Then he asked me to do it to him. I was only too happy to return the favor after he'd made me feel so awesome. I crawled over to his air mattress and got between his legs. I took his dick into my hand and licked the top of the head experimentally just trying to find out what it tasted like. He jerked when I did that and I smiled. I wanted to make him feel the way he'd made me feel. I took just the head of his dick into my mouth and he pushed me off whispering a bit loudly that I had to watch my teeth. When I tried again I must have done okay because he just put his head down and let me go to work. It tasted like skin. There was a little salty taste but it wasn't bad. I took a bit more into my mouth and then it hit the back of my throat and I gagged so hard I nearly threw up on him. He quickly told me to be careful and not to try to take it all in my mouth because it wouldn't fit. After that I got to work licking and sucking on his dick and making him moan. Then before I knew what was happening he came in my mouth. I chocked and sputtered as I pulled off of his dick and looked at him.

"Sorry," he said. "You did such a good job that I couldn't even warn you."

I was a fast learner and he was a patient teacher. It took two more tries before I could take more than just the head into my mouth without choking myself and I finally learned to swallow when he came and suck it all down my throat. He told me that I had learned faster than he did which made me wonder who's dick he had been sucking. He told me not to worry about that when I asked him about it. That didn't stop me from wondering though. I didn't try to ask him anymore though.

We sucked dick for the rest of that camping trip until the night before we left. That morning I had woke up to find him gone from the tent and my dad was gone too. I went to the bathroom and there was someone in the shower stall across from the toilet I chose. I thought I heard them whispering as I peed. Then when I flushed I know I heard a whisper and it sounded like Warner. Then I thought I heard my dad whisper back. That got me to thinking about what Warner had said about me learning faster than he had to suck dick. Could they be in there sucking dick? I decided to be sneaky which was something I'd been pretty good at in the past. I walked over to the big door that led out of the bathroom and opened it. I held it for a few seconds and then let it close again. It made the same noise that it always did when someone walked in or out. Then I crept over to the shower stall and waited. It didn't take long and I got the first shock.

"Okay whoever it was is gone," my dad said. "We don't have to be so quiet now but keep it down or we'll get caught. You're sure Chris is asleep?"

"He was when I left the tent," Warner said. "Oh God."

I couldn't stand it anymore I looked through the little opening where the shower curtain didn't quite reach the wall and I saw my dad's back and butt. Warner's legs were wrapped around his waist and his hands were on his shoulders. Dad was humping his butt forward and Warner was moaning with each hump. I didn't understand what I was seeing at first but then Warner spoke and let me know what was happening.

"Oh God," he said. "Fuck me."

"Like that?" my dad asked him. "I love your ass. Why didn't you let Jed fuck you the other day?"

"We didn't have time for that," Warner gasped. "I had to get back to be there when Chris opened his presents. He said he'd fuck me when we got back."

"So what did you guys do?" asked my dad.

"He sucked my dick," said Warner. "He's got one talented mouth."

"Yeah," said my dad and then Warner gasped again.

"That's it," he said. "Keep hitting that with your dick and I'll cum in no time."

"You know when me and your mom get married we'll probably have to figure out another way to do this," said my dad in a gaspy voice as he humped harder. "You won't be able to just pop into my apartment for a quick fuck anymore."

"We'll figure it out," he said. "At least Chris will be in my room when he comes to stay."

"You taught him to suck this week?" my dad asked.

"Yeah and he's a pro," laughed Warner.

"Here we go," said my dad as Warner suddenly hissed, "I'm cumming!"

I hurried to the toilet stall and stood on the toilet to wait for them to leave. My mind was full of what they'd said. My dad knew about me and Warner? Warner and my dad were having sex? My dad and Mary were getting married? My uncle Jed had sucked Warner's dick? It was too much for me. I was suddenly so mad I almost screamed at them. I kept quiet until they left the bathroom and then I waited a bit to give them a head start before I climbed down from the toilet and left the bathroom. I didn't go straight back to the tents though. I went to the trees and sat behind them with my back to the tents for a little while. I heard my dad ask Mary where I was and she told him that she thought I was still in my tent. He called for me and I came around the trees so he could see me.

"Where were you?" he asked.

"Just sitting there behind the trees," I said.

"Well come eat," he said and turned back to his lawn chair and sat down.

After I ate my breakfast I sat in front of my tent with my boxing game and played it for a long time. Warner tried to get me to go swimming twice but I told him I didn't want to swim. My dad asked me if I was all right and I told him I just wanted to play my game. He watched me for a few minutes and then went down to the dock with Mary to fish. After a few minutes of watching me Warner followed them. I sat there with my game and thought about what I'd heard. I was mad at Warner for keeping it a secret. I was mad at my dad but I didn't know why. The only one I wasn't mad at was Mary. She and my dad were going to get married and I liked her a lot. That was all right. It was my dad and Warner that I didn't like.

Then I thought about Uncle Jed and I was even more mad. I didn't really know why it made me so mad that Uncle Jed had sucked Warner's dick but it did. I wanted to go home and tell him I knew about it just to see what he'd say. I wanted to tell Dad and Warner that I knew about them too. But most of all I wanted to go home. I didn't want to be around Dad and Warner anymore. But until the next day I was stuck there with them. I didn't do anything with Warner that day. Every time he wanted to swim, hike or anything else I just said I didn't want to. He did swim and hung around a couple of boys his age. I didn't even watch them. I just kept playing my game.

I sat with everyone for dinner and ate everything on my plate. The sun was going down so I couldn't see my game to play it anymore. We went for our showers and Warner got his shower going and then noticed that I was getting another shower going and he asked me what I was doing. I told him I was going to take my own shower. We didn't say anything about it after that. I took my shower and waited for him to get done with his. I had my shorts and a t-shirt on when he came out of the shower. I used the toilet while he got dressed and then we went back to the tents.

"Are you mad at me or somethin'?" he asked as we were walking back.

"No," I lied. "I just felt like taking my own shower."

"You haven't done anything with me today," he said.

"I didn't feel like doing anything today," I said. "I just wanted to be by myself for a while."

"Well all right," he said and we didn't say anything else.

Mary had marshmallows for us when we got back. I ate two and then told them I was really tired and went and got into my sleeping bag. I zipped it all the way up and turned on my side to face away from where Warner would sleep. When he came in I pretended to be asleep. Pretty soon I guess I wasn't pretending anymore because my dad was waking it us up and telling us to hit the toilets so we could get everything packed up. We didn't say anything to each other for a while. I got to the bathroom and then went right back to the tents while he was still in his toilet stall.

I rolled up my sleeping bag and tied the cords to keep it rolled. I did my best to get the air out of my mattress and then rolled it up and tied the cord to keep it rolled. I was lugging both to the Blazer when Warner came back. Dad took them and put them in the back of the Blazer along with the fishing poles and all of that stuff. We got the tents down and Dad showed me how to fold mine so it went back into the box it came out of. I paid attention so I could learn how to do it. Then we had everything in the Blazer and Dad told us to hit the bathrooms again before we headed out. I took off at a run to get there before Warner so I could be done and back to the Blazer before him. I was in the back seat with my boxing game going before he got back to the Blazer.

I played that game for the entire drive back to the city. It was hard because I wanted to go to sleep but I knew that I'd have to cuddle up with Warner to do that so I made myself stay awake the whole time. Dad and Mary kept up a steady conversation in the front seat and I just kept playing my game. Warner tried to get me to talk several times but after my short simple answers to each of his attempts he stopped. It was a long trip but it finally ended and I helped Warner carry everything back up to the apartments. When my bag was in the apartment and all of the stuff was put away I decided to get myself home.

"Dad," I said as I came into the kitchen of his apartment.

"You all right?" he asked. "You were awful quiet on the way home."

"Yeah I'm all right," I said trying to be as respectful as possible. "But I want to go home."

"Chris we still have a week," he said.

"I know but I want to go home now," I said firmly but as respectful as possible.

"Can you tell me why?" he asked.

"You'll be working all week anyway," I said slowly. "I just want to go home now."

He was quiet for a long time as he looked at me. I looked right back at him even though it was kind of hard to do. I had to fight the urge to look away and be firm. I just kept thinking about my basement room and all of my stuff there while he looked at me. I hoped he wouldn't push the subject because I wasn't sure I could keep from telling him exactly why I wanted to go home and get away from him or why I didn't want to spend the days with Warner for a whole week. That wouldn't have been good.

"All right," he sighed and finally looked away from me. "I'll call your mom while you get your stuff together."

"I'm already packed," I said. "I never took anything out of my bag when we got here."

He grunted at that but he did pick up the phone and call my mom. They talked for a while and I went and got my bag from his room and stood by the door to wait. When he got off the phone we went down to the Blazer and headed across the city to my grandparents' house. He didn't say anything for the entire ride. I just kept thinking about what to say to my mom when I got home. Then there was Uncle Jed to think about. I didn't know what to do about him. I knew that I wasn't happy with him. I didn't know what I was going to say to him though. I'd just have to deal with that when I got home though. I just knew I didn't ever want to go back to my dad's.

Mom was standing at the front door when we got there. I got out of the Blazer and grabbed my bag. I went straight into the house and down to the basement. I dumped my bag on my bed and started going through the clothes in it. Most were dirty but not all of them. I put the dirty clothes in the hamper under the laundry shoot and started to get the rest together so I could attempt to fold them. I was just putting it all away in my chest of drawers when my mom came down to the basement to talk to me.

"Do you want to tell me why you didn't want to stay with your dad?" she asked as she took my clothes out of my hands and started to refold them.

"He has to work all week and I don't want to stay with Warner and Mary all day," I said. It wasn't a good thing to say because I really did like Mary. It was Warner I was mad at.

"Did something happen between you and Warner that's upset you?" she asked.

"No Mom," I said. "I just wanted to come home."

"All right," she said after a while. She'd put all of my clothes away. "If you decide to tell me what's going on I'll listen."

Then she went upstairs and I sat on my bed to think for a little bit. I couldn't tell her because I knew what I'd been doing with Warner was bad and what Dad was doing with Warner was bad. That meant that what Uncle Jed was doing with Warner was bad. That was a whole other thing I had to wrap my head around. How could any of it be bad when it felt so good? I'd have to think about that some more. I was just going to have to wrap my head around it some how. I was still sitting there thinking about it when Uncle Jed came down to talk to me.

"Hey Buddy," he said when he moved the curtain and came into my section of the basement. "Why are you home so soon?"

I just looked at him for a few minutes. I couldn't decide what to say to him. I wanted to blurt it all out to him and tell him he was bad and they were bad but I didn't do that. Instead I just said, "Can you leave me alone Uncle Jed?"

His face fell and he looked really sad for a minute. I felt really bad about that but I didn't try to fix it. I had to do this for some reason I still didn't understand. Finally he just walked back out of my section and up the stairs. I cried then. It was so not fair! I loved my dad and my Uncle Jed. I loved my Uncle Jed more than my dad but I still loved them both. Why did they have to do all of that stuff with Warner? Then I wondered why I was so mad about it. What did it matter to me? It didn't stop me from being mad about it but I stopped crying over it.

I had a few days to think about it all after that. Uncle Jed left me alone every day. My mom asked me about that but I told her I just wanted to be left alone. She didn't like that answer but she accepted it. I went fishing with my grandpa a few days after that. He tried to talk to me about it too. I told him I just didn't want to be with my dad and I didn't want to talk about it anymore. The really great thing about Gramps was that he could let you off the hook really quick. I told him I didn't want to talk about it anymore and he didn't talk about it anymore. For the first time since it all started I was happy. I caught two fish that Gramps said were big enough to keep. They were both Carp and he said he'd teach me to filet them like he did it.

When we got home he took me into the back yard and got the bucket for the fish guts. He'd taught me to gut fish and get rid of the scales the year before so I didn't have any trouble with that. He rolled a piece of heavy plastic over the picnic table and showed me how to filet the first fish. I watched real close and then I had to do it on the second one. I started and made a few mistakes that he had to tell me how to fix but I got both sides of the fish and then he put them in a cooler of ice and told me I did real good. That made me happy. We had fish for dinner that night. Everyone but my mom ate it because she doesn't like fish. Uncle Jed praised the fish and I knew he was doing that to try to get me to talk to him again. I smiled at him before I could stop myself and he smiled really big. It made me happy to make him so happy again but then I remembered why I was mad at him and turned back to my plate.

He didn't bother with me for a long time. I think if he had tried to talk to me again I'd have told him why I was mad at him. He was sitting in the living room when the next weekend that I was supposed to visit my dad came around. He watched and listened to the conversation I had with my mom about it but he didn't say anything. I think maybe he had an idea why I didn't want to go but thankfully he didn't say a word. I just told my mom I didn't want to go with my dad for the weekend anymore.

"Why not?" she asked. "What happened that you don't want to go with him anymore?"

"I just don't Mom," I said. "Please can't I just stay home?"

"All you do it sit in your room in the basement all the time Chris," she said. "You don't go outside to play anymore and now you don't want to go with your dad. What's going on?"

"I just don't want to go with him," I said. "Do I have to?"

"No you don't have to," she said after a minute. "But I want to know why you don't want to."

"I don't know why," I said. "I just don't want to."

"I'll call your father," she said with a sigh.

And that's the way it went for the rest of the summer. By the time school was starting all she was doing was asking me if I wanted to go while my dad was on the phone. I told her no loud enough for him to hear each time. I didn't go to get my school supplies or clothes with Uncle Jed that year either. Mom took me and asked me a million questions about why I wouldn't go with Uncle Jed. I told her that I just didn't want to. The bad thing about all of this was that my close relationship with my mom was suffering. I was keeping too many secrets from her to keep the close relationship. But after that day my mom didn't ask me any questions about decisions that had to do with my dad or uncle. She just asked if I wanted to go with Dad and I'd say no and she'd drop it.

Since Kindergarten I'd gone to Lincoln Elementary School three blocks from my grandparents' house. The school was a U shaped building with grades 1 through 3 on the right side of the building and grades 4 through 6 on the left. The Kindergarten class was in the center with the resource center and auditorium behind the classroom. The gym was on the second floor along with three classrooms. One of these classrooms was for kids who were ahead of their class in either Reading or Language Arts. I was one of those kids so for one hour out of each day I went upstairs to that classroom. The other two were for kids who were slow or needed Speech Therapy.

I was in the fourth grade that year and my teacher's name was Mrs. Rose. She was a tall woman with short curly brown hair that looked red under the lights at school. She wore red plastic framed glasses and always had a smile for us. She also always wore really colorful clothes. She got us to pick seats that first day and print our first names and the initial of our last names in big black letters on cards that she taped to the desks. She said that would help her remember who we all were.

The boy who sat next to me in class and went upstairs for Reading with me every day was named Danny Sass. He had hair the color of dry sand and eyes just a few shades lighter than grass. His two front teeth were a little crooked and his left eyebrow had a scar that ran through it. We sat together at lunch and talked about matchbox cars. We became instant friends and hung out together all day long in school. We were together at each recess and he lived in a huge apartment building a few blocks from where I lived so we walked home from school together every day too.

When I got home from school that day there were seven new outfits sitting on my bed. I asked my mom about them and she told me that Uncle Jed had asked her what sizes she had bought me and then went to the mall to get me more clothes. I felt bad about it as I looked at the clothes. It was getting harder and harder to be mad at Uncle Jed. I thanked him for the clothes and even gave him a hug when I thanked him. I didn't let things go back to the way they were between us though.

Then my dad's and Mary's wedding happened. Mom told me I had to go to the wedding and she wouldn't take no for an answer. That meant I had to spend that weekend with my dad. They were getting married Sunday morning and my mom told me that my uncle Dave would drive me home from the reception Sunday night. She wouldn't hear it when I said I didn't want to go so my dad picked me up almost as soon as I got home from school that Friday. I took my homework and the book I was supposed to read for Reading class. It was Mark Twain's The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. I don't know why but my mom told him to make sure I did my homework and read at least a few chapters of my book. I could have kissed her for that.

"I'm real glad you're comin'," my dad said as he drove us across the city. "Warner's real happy you're comin' too."

"Where are we going?" I asked when we didn't turn toward the apartment building and kept going down tenth street.

"Well we moved," he said. "We don't live in the building anymore. We live in a house now."

"We?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. "Me, Mary and Warner. You're gonna love the new house Chris. Its got a big back yard and you and Warner have your own bathroom. You have to share a room with Warner but I don't think that's a big problem."

"I'll sleep on the couch Dad," I said.

"Why would you do that?" he asked. "Warner's bed is big enough for both of you."

"I'll sleep on the couch," I said. "Or you can take me home and I'll sleep in my bed."

"Now don't be a smart ass Chris," he snapped. "You wanna sleep on the damned couch then sleep on the couch. Just don't smart off about it."

I didn't say anything more after that. He didn't say anything either at least not until we got to the house. It was a single story red brick house that was long. The front yard wasn't all that big and it was taken up by two huge Evergreen trees. Dad parked in the garage behind the house. We walked through the garage and into the back yard where a large white dog nearly knocked me down. I stopped and dropped my bag so I could pet the monster. I was laughing as he tried to lick my face.

"That's Shep," said my dad. "We got him the day after we moved in here."

"He's great," I said as I scratched behind his ears.

"Come on in the house," he said and we started walking again.

We walked into a utility room with a washing machine and a clothes dryer. The entire room was grey stone with a concrete floor. There were metal shelves between the two appliances where laundry soaps, fabric softeners and bleach were stored. Another door opened on a large kitchen with the table and chairs from Mary's apartment. There was a coffee pot and a bunch of jars on the counter next to the sink. The floor was red and blue tiles and the walls were white. The cabinets that hung from the walls all along the opposite side from the door were dark wood and matched the cabinets under the counter below them. The counter was blue.

From the kitchen we walked into a big room that Dad quickly explained was supposed to be a dining room but there was a weight bench and a stationary bicycle in there along with my dad's stereo. There were four doors in this room. Two were directly across from the doorway we'd come through from the kitchen. Dad said that the one on the left went to his and Mary's room and the other was Warner's room. The third door was to the bathroom that he said Warner and I would share while I was there and then there was the doorway that opened into the living room on the left side of the room. The entire room had dark paneling and a hardwood floor.

The living room had Mary's furniture in it and I was happy to see her long brown couch along the left wall. They had my dad's console television at the front of the room with Mary's smaller couch across the room from the long one. Mary and Warner were sitting in the living room watching television when we came in. Mary smiled at me when she saw me and got up to hug me. I hugged her back just as tight as she hugged me. I was really happy to see her.

"I'm so glad you came to visit," she said. "What do you think of the new house?"

"Its great," I said. "And I love Shep."

"Shep's a good dog," she said smiling. "We got him from your Uncle Dave."

"He eats like a pack of dogs," Warner said smiling at me. I just looked at him and then turned back to Mary.

"He's great," I said again.

"Well you can put your stuff in Warner's room," she said with another smile. "All of your stuff from your dad's apartment is already in there."

"I'm going to sleep on the couch," I told her. "Can I just put my bag at the end under the end table?"

"Sure," she said looking at my dad with a questioning look. I saw him shake his head out of the corner of my eye. "Well it's probably time to go get the pizza. I called it in while you were picking Chris up."

"All right," he said. "You boys want to come with me?"

"I do," Warner said and got up from the couch.

"I don't," I said and sat down on the shorter couch.

"We'll watch television while we wait," Mary said before my dad could say anything. He just sighed and walked out of the living room. Warner followed him. When they were gone she said, "So how's school?"

"Oh its good," I said smiling at her. "I'm in an advanced Reading class."

"That's great," she said smiling back. "So you like your new teacher and all of that?"

"Yeah Mrs. Rose is great," I said. "She wears all these colorful clothes and sometimes she wears glasses that match whatever shirt she's wearing."

"She sounds great," she said.

"She is," I replied with another smile. "I got homework to do this weekend and I'm supposed to read the book from Reading."

"Well you can do your homework after we have pizza if you want," she said. "Then you and Warner can play in his room for a while."

"Oh I have to read my book," I told her quickly. "That'll take me a little time so I probably won't play so much."

"You know your dad has been really upset that you haven't been coming to see him," she said. "He thinks its because you don't want us to get married."

"Oh no," I said shaking my head. "I'm happy that you guys are going to get married. That'll make you my mom sort of right?"

"I'll be your step-mother," she said smiling.

"Yeah so I'm happy about that," I said.

"So why haven't you been coming to visit?" she asked.

"Well I just didn't want to," I told her. "Can we not talk about it?"

"Sure all right," she said. "I'm happy that you're here now."

"Mary I'm happy to be here with you," I said and left it at that. I figured she could put the rest together by what I hadn't said.

We watched a show about fishing until my dad and Warner came back with the pizza. Then we went into the kitchen to eat it. Dad kept asking me questions and I kept giving him one word answers when I could. I didn't go into any detail when I couldn't get by with one word. After so long he just stopped asking me anything. Warner kept looking at me but he didn't say anything. I'm sure my dad noticed that when Mary asked me something I talked to her and went into detail. She kept asking me questions about this or that for the rest of the meal. I even helped her get rid of the paper plates and pizza box when we were finished. She wiped off the table while I went to get my homework.

It went on like that all weekend. I read my book and even did a few extra assignments in my school books instead of spending any time with Warner and I barely said more than ten words to my dad the whole time I was there. He had a black suit for me to wear to the wedding and told me that I was going to be in the wedding. I would have said no to that but I wanted to be in it for Mary. We went to the park early that morning and Dad was telling Warner that he'd be staying with Uncle Dave for the week.

I stood up between Uncle Dave and Warner on my dad's side while they said their vows. I don't really remember much about the wedding because I was too busy being mad because Warner was next to me. I do remember the picture taking though. Dad wanted a picture of me and Warner together and I put up with it but I wouldn't smile. Then we left to head back to the house so we could change and I could get my bag. My Uncle Dave was going to take me home from the reception.

The reception was held in a banquet hall down by the river. I spent the entire night entertaining Jack and didn't even speak to Warner. I ate with Jack and I even danced with him although neither of us really knew what we were doing. He liked it that I spent so much time with him though. When Uncle Dave told me to say goodnight to my dad and Mary I said goodnight to Mary and hugged her. I told her I was happy that she was my step-mother. She hugged me back and told me she loved me. I just told my dad goodbye and walked away.

"You and your dad have a falling out?" Uncle Dave asked me when he was driving me home.

"No," I said. "I just don't really like him."

"That's kind of harsh Chris," he said. "Any reason why you feel that way?"

"There is but its private Uncle Dave," I said. "I'll talk to him about it when I'm ready."

"All right," he said. "That's fair enough I guess. Jack really had a good time with you tonight."

"I had a good time with him too," I said.

"Would you like to come and spend a weekend with us some time?" he asked.

"Sure," I said with excitement.

"Jack would like that," he said and then he pulled up in front of my grandparents' house. "I'll call your mom and set it up."

"Okay," I said. "Thanks Uncle Dave."

"See you later Buddy," he said as I got out of the car.

My mom was full of questions about the wedding and if I had a nice time at my dad's. I answered all of her questions and then told her my time at dad's was okay but I didn't want to go back. She started to ask me why but I told her I didn't want to talk about it and went downstairs to put my clothes in the hamper. Uncle Jed was sitting on my bed when I got to my section. I just stared at him for a few minutes when I got there. He looked at me with a sad look on his face again.

"Chris we have to talk about what it was that I did to make you not like me anymore," he said.

"I never said I didn't like you," I said after a minute. "I was just mad at you for a while. I'm not anymore." I didn't realize I wasn't mad at him anymore until I said that.

"But what were you mad at me for?" he asked.

"The same reason I'm still mad at my dad and Warner," I said. "I don't like either of them anymore."

"What happened?" he asked.

"I know about all of you," I said. "I know what you did on my birthday with Warner and I know what my dad does with him too."

"Oh God," he said and put his head in his hands.

I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'd like to hear from you all, but flames will be ignored. You can send me your comments. Thanks to LordRand for editing the story for me.