Date: Tue, 6 Apr 2004 23:30:34 EDT
From: KissAndCuddleGem@aol.com
Subject: Pop Finds A Way (Installment 4)

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I felt like I was being treated like a child.  Dinner, which had been most
enjoyable, well, for me anyway, had long since ended; and to my chagrin I
was sent by Uncle Robby to the guest room he had set up for me, though it
was only 8:00 PM.  I hadn't had a curfew like that since the age of ten.
Uncle Robby peeked in at 9:00 PM to see how I was doing; and told me that I
was to take a brief ten-minute shower and after quickly drying off with one
of the towels there slip into the white terry robe on the towel rack inside
the bathroom.  He said that I should not wear anything else but the robe;
and that he had a few suitable things for sleeping in from which he would
make a selection and drop off to me.  Uncle Robby had a very serious
expression on his face; and, quite frankly, he was scaring the heck out of
me.  Something was definitely up, though just what it was I had not had a
clue.

I was nervously pacing the floor near the loveseat-style sofa-bed in the
spruced-up spare room usually serving as a den; and, ultimately, decided
that I should just get under the covers and go to sleep instead of waiting
and waiting seemingly without end.  Just after I was about to get under the
covers, my hand already clutching the flap from the corner of the spread,
there was a slight knock on the door.

"Are you decent?", Uncle Robby asked.

"Yes, are you?", I quipped.

"Very funny, I just love comedians.", Unce Robby snapped back, his head now
fully through the ajar door; and a noticeable smirk was evident on his
face.

Uncle Robby now came all the way in the room; and so I turned fully around
to face him.  He continued: "All ready for beddie bye, I see.  How
adorable!"

"Well, as a matter of fact, I am kind of beat, if you must know."

"I am, too, Jerry, dear.  But you should not get all nice and cozy here.
You are not sleeping here tonight.  Join me in the master bedroom in five.
I brought you a little something to wear, just put it on, I will adjust the
fit for you, so don't fuss with it.  Oh, please just leave the robe here.
It's not your best look."

"You mean I won't be sleeping here?", I asked, still not quite getting it.

"That's right, don't worry your pretty little head about it.  Let's just
say that we have our work ahead of us and...uhm...leave it at that."

Uncle Robby was barely out the door; and I knew that I had to dress pretty
fast, so that there was not a whole lot of time to really dwell on
anything.  I knew of course that the master bedroom was Uncle Robby's room.
I also knew that, whether I liked it or not, I would just have to continue
to make the best of my role in Pop and Uncle Robby's plan.  I reached into
the bag naively expecting to find some loose checkered boxers or some
knee-length pajama bottoms or such; and instead I pulled out this very
skimpy Hawaiian-print thong with a bright orange background.  I hurriedly
put it on, though it was in a size extra-small that I would never myself
usually get for me, the fit was fairly comfortable, just a bit snug at the
elastic waistband.

Still barefoot, I walked through the carpeted hallway into Uncle Robby's
room.

The room was dimly lit, with the only light coming from a single candle
sitting on the marble window sill.  As I came through the doorway, I heard
the door immediately shut behind me.  I turned around, pivoting on my heel,
and there was Uncle Robby, standing there nude.

"Nice, very nice, indeed.", Uncle Robby remarked approvingly as he eyed me
from head to toe much like a fasting gent would like eye the mignight
buffet on a cruise.

"Thank you.", I said, blushing.

"Well, you are doing pretty well so far, all things considered.  Now it's
time for what I prefer to call 'Lesson Number Two'."

Uncle Robby stepped close to me; and, placing his hand on the waistband,
pulled the waistband down just a tad so that a bit of my pubes were
exposed.  "Yes, that works much better, for me, anyway."

I smiled coyly in response, very similar to a young child amiably agreeing
to please his idolized daddy.

Uncle Robby wrapped his arms around my waist; and though, yes, by this
point, I was more than a bit perplexed as to what my godfather was doing.

I turned and sped toward the door in a state of panic.

Uncle Robby just laughed and was laughing so hard and so mockingly that he
barely got the words out amid his laughter.

"Jerry, how stupid do you think I am?  It's locked, so don't even bother."

"What do you want?"

"Well, ultimately, I think I want you.  But for now, let's just stick with
the plan.  I am going to teach you how to walk, talk, and act like the
little slut you were born to be for me and that sacrificing daddy of yours.
I am going to show you how to do all of that, plus how to service even the
most unattrac guys orally and anally just like an experienced pro.  You are
gonna be such hot stuff by the time that we are through with all of my
planned lessons that you really are going to bring in the biggest bucks for
all of us."

^@^@^@^@Uncle Robby certainly did appear to have the upper hand I must say,
though I had one final card to play with Uncle Robby before I simply would
accept the hand dealt me.

I walked toward Uncle Robby and wrapped my arms lovingly around him and
looked sweetly into his eyes; and then I very softly said: "Or, instead,
you could just make love to me, as I want you to do, and keep me here as
yours forever."  Uncle Robby looked at me more than a bit surprised; and
then wrapped his arms around me and let his hands glide down to my exposed
buns.  I closed my eyes as he kissed me; and I could feel Uncle Robby
caressing my buns, fully exposed in the seductive thong I was wearing for
him and for him alone.

I wondered if this was love, true love that is, I prayed that Pop would
simply let us be as we were meant to be.  I hoped that Uncle Robby would
unite with me as to this; and somehow convince Pop that he should try to
find another way.  Though of course a large part of me at that very moment
felt light years away from Pop; and all I really wanted to focus on was the
man that I thought I loved making love to me.  I looked forward to being in
the arms of this beautiful man, to being in his bed and in his life as his
and his alone.