Date: Mon, 14 May 2018 22:08:54 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle Chad

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UNCLE CHAD

As a child I was alone a lot. Mainly because my mother and father worked
all day and my gran had to look after me. There was nothing wrong with that
at all because my gran loved and adored me. I was very close to her and my
world rocked under my feet the day she died. When I was a kid, I used to
visit her and my uncle, her son, at the West Coast. It was the most
enjoyable time of my life. I really never wanted to return home after my
visits. Mom and Dad were fighting most of the time. Dad was one of those
men who had a quick temper. Needless to say, the slightest little thing
made him angry and made him lash out, even though whatever happened had
nothing to do with himself or Mom. To him, we were to blame for everything
that went wrong in his life and therefore in his eyes, we deserved what he
did.

Myself and my Uncle Chad however, were always very close. I looked up to
him as a father figure, even though I had a father of my own, I always
wished that Uncle Chad could have been my dad. We always used to get
chocolate chip ice cream after each meal and since he was only fourteen
years older than me, him obviously being the miracle baby of the family,
concieved when my gran was well over 40 years of age, we used to play a
game to see who could eat their desert the fastest. I have a feeling now
that he always had let me win.

I loved my uncle with all my heart. It was just pure family love. Nothing
more, nothing less. Just a general feeling of loving to be with him and
chatting with him. This one night, I had to be five or six years old, I
remember having fallen asleep on my uncle's bed. I woke up when he layed
down beside me and instantly fell asleep. I remember being happy that he
wanted me there, that he didn't carry me to my room, like most grown young
men of 20 years of age would have done. I remember this sheer feeling of
warmth that his tall, lanky body had spread. Suddenly I felt
weird. Something was happening to me, I didn't know what it was, but
something wasn't feeling normal.  I finally realised what it was. It was my
dick, or my thingie, as I called it back then. It was a hard as the metal
of my toy cars. I was thrust with fear and I turned around in the bed.

"Uncle Chad! Uncle Chad! Wake up! I've broken my thingie!"

"What?" he said, slowly waking up.

"I didn't do anything, I swear! It just got hard like this. Is it broken?"

"Daniel, what are you talking about? You sound like...oh. You mean THAT."

Uncle Chad clearly noticed that my dickie was rock hard, as I was only
sleeping in my underwear. He looked at me for a moment and then he sighed.

"Oh, Daniel! If only you were old enough so that I could tell you what this
really means, but I can't. You are not old enough yet, buddy. Don't worry,
though. You certainly have not broken it, so you can go back to sleep."

Over the few years that had past since that night, I've often wondered just
what he had meant. Year after year I went back to visit my grandparents,
and my uncle. It had come to the point where I would look for any old
excuse just to be around him.  A few years passed. I had just turned
twelve. I knew it would be me last visit to my grandparents before they
would to move to an old age home. My uncle took over from my Grandpa in his
gardening job and made the house his own. He was 30 years of age now, but
looked like his mid twenties. He was strong, masculine, still tall, wavy
brown hair and with a pair of biceps that still makes me drool. Since I
always stayed with my grandparents, I would get to visit a lot less than
before. There was also the rather big issue of my uncle getting married. I
was happy for him, he was thirty and most of his friends were long married
with kids, but, I mean everyone gets married! Or so I thought. I didn't
count about his wife to be, being an absolute bitch.

Me and Aunt Yvonne didn't get along from the word go. When I would visit my
uncle at his house, she would always tell me not to play with more than one
toy at a time, to always wash my hands after I went outside, to never touch
anything that she didn't give me permission for and to never, ever shout or
scream in her house. This one time Uncle Chad was playing with me and he
started to tickle me. I was laughing so hard and apparently so loud, that
Aunt Yvonne came in the room and ordered Uncle Chad that she wanted to
spreak to him in private.

I knew immediately that she didn't like me screaming and that I got my
favorite uncle in trouble. I heard then through the closed door. He was
trying to defend me, in saying yeah... Daniel was only twelve and I did
nothing wrong but being a kid. And with him tickling me, what did she
expect to happen? She didn't like that answer to put it midly, and swiftly
said if I can't behave myself that Uncle Chad should phone my mother to
come and fetch me.

That night I phoned my mom and told me to come and fetch me myself. I
didn't feel welcome at my uncle's home anymore. The home where I had so
many memories.

The next day I told Uncle Chad that my mom would fetch me the following
day.

"Hey, buddy. I thought you're staying until Saturday. Something wrong?"

"Uncle Chad, I love you, and I really want to stay here and have fun with
you like we always did, but Aunt Yvonne hates me. We both know that."

Even in my naïve twelve-year old mind, I knew that I was right when
my uncle didn't correct me immediately. He knew I wasn't wrong or
stupid. That night as I packed my things, I heard the door opening and my
uncle stepped inside.

"Need any help?" he asked.

"If you want to help," I said.  Instead of him helping me pack, he sat on
the bed and he turned my face so that I had to look at him.

"Daniel, I'm so sorry. I love you so much; hey you're the only nephew I'll
ever have. I promised Gran that I would always be there for you. Don't you
worry about that. But I'm married now, I have a wife to think of. And for
some reason, she...Daniel, she doesn't want kids. She just isn't cut out
for... It's not you personally, she just...Anyway, I want you to know that
you're welcome here anytime. It's my damn house and if I want you to come
and visit, you will. Well, im tired, lets get some sleep, yeah?"

I turned away from my uncle. I didn't want him to see me crying. I was
almost thirteen, boys my age don't cry because their uncle had a serious
talk with them. Just before my uncle left the room, he turned around one
more time...and he saw me crying. I couldn't keep it in. He literally
rushed over to me and hugged me tight. My arms went around his neck and I
just had this fucking overwhelming feeling to kiss him. He pulled away and
he gently wiped the tears from my eyes. I couldn't stop myself. I was in
such a daze, I didn't care what would happen, I couldn't lose the uncle
that I loved more than my own father.

I kissed him. I kissed him on his lips. A stupid child's decision. He
instantly pulled away, and looked at me funny, as maybe to say:

"Boys don't do that to their uncles."

However...Slowly he started to brush my hair from of my forehead. I put my
hands on his broad shoulders. I loved him. I was losing him. My chest
hurt. It burned with sadness.

Then it was he who leaned in and kissed me passionately. A quick, but solid
kiss on my twelve year old lips. My dream had come true. I kissed his neck
and buried my face in his chest. We stayed that way for a long time. Then
he picked me up and layed me down on the bed, pulled the covers over me and
kissed my on the cheek.

"Goodnight, little buddy," he said. "I love you."

"Uncle Chad!"

He stopped, but didn't turn around.

"I love you too."

When my mother stopped infront of their house the following day, I felt
like my heart was being ripped out from my body. While mom was carrying my
luggage to the car and chatting to Aunt Yvonne, Uncle Chad called me and
led me to his room. He closed the door and kneeled down, so we were face to
face.

"Daniel, we don't have much time, so...What we did last night was wrong,
I'll be the first to admit that. I just couldn't leave you crying. I've
known you since the day you were born, I've watched you grow up and here
you are infront of me. I want you to know that I love you. More than I've
ever loved someone."

That shocked me.

"You...you mean more than Aunt Yvonne?"

Uncle Chad pulled me against him.

"For God's sake... Daniel, you're just a kid. You've got your whole life
ahead of you. I don't want to complicate your life any further. Just know
that there will not be a day that will go by that I will not be thinking of
you. I love you, buddy."

With that he kissed me on the mouth, and I kissed him back. I shuddered. My
knees were trembling. Never... NEVER had I felt like this before. At twelve
the word "love" wasn't an immediate thought. He stood up and walked over to
his drawer, and pulled out a silver chain with a small cross at its end. He
walked over to me and put the chain around my neck. Nothing was said. Then
he hugged me and opened the door. When I climbed into the car and my mother
started to drive away, I could barely keep the tears in.

That night back at my own home, as I was getting ready for bed, I took off
the chain and looked at it for a while. I kissed the chain and put it in my
drawer. I didn't want anyone to see it incase someone in the family would
recognise it.

That visit turned out to be the last one in about four years. When I turned
sixteen, my uncle had come to visit for my birthday, without Aunt
Yvonne. He made the most stupid excuses why she couldn't be there, but I
knew the truth. I was older by that time and more experienced with life in
general. The bitch didn't want to be there and I certainly didn't want her
there. As I came into the room, and he saw me for the first time in four
years...oh we kept in touch over WhatsApp but with my parents getting
divorced and my soccer practises taking over my life, plus the fact that my
mom and I both knew how Uncle Chad's wife felt about me, we hadn't actually
seen eachother in person.

I could see something in his eyes. It was as desperate as mine. He stood up
and gave me a hug and said happy birthday. My eyes started to tear up
again. I honestly loved this man. Much more than just him being my uncle. I
know knew that word that I didn't know four years ago. One that I didn't
DARE devulge.

Incest.

That's would it was called when you are inlove with someone blood-related.

That night, I was crying in bed. On my fucking sixteenth birthday. I was
crying for me loving my uncle in a sexual way. I was crying because I knew
that we could never have a relationship. He was married. Heck, he wasn't
even gay to begin with! Nevertheless, it was incest and it would ruin the
family forever. I wasn't about to let that happen just because I loved my
uncle.

I heard somebody come into my room. The person laid down beside me on the
bed and stroked my hair. I turned around to see Uncle Chad stare into my
eyes.

"You are so beautiful, buddy. I'm honoured to be your uncle. Damn Daniel, I
missed you."

That made me cry all over again. He kissed my forehead instantly and wiped
away my tears. He frowned when he saw the chain around my neck.

"Oh my world, you still got this? After all these years?"

"You gave it to me. I love it and I love you."

Uncle Chad laughed. He put his arm around my neck and I leaned into him.

"Know what? That belonged to Grandpa. He told me that..."

I looked up at him as he went quiet.

"Grandpa told you what?"

"Daniel, Grandpa gave that to me when I turned twenty-one. He told me to
give it to the person who would someday steal my heart."

I shuddered. Oh my fuck, he gave that chain to me...four years ago.

"Daniel, four years ago you were so young. I was afraid that you would
blame me for what happened. I have never loved Yvonne. The only reason I
married her was to please Grandma and Grandpa. They were getting old and I
didn't wanna dissapoint them. I'm their only son, they expected things of
me. Shit, Daniel I couldn't tell you that I was inlove with you, not with
you at the age of twelve! You were just a kid! And I figured all of that
will kinda freak you out. But that didn't make me love you any less."

"Uncle Chad, I've loved you ever since I can remember. But...I mean what
can come from this? It will be incest! You're married! What will the family
think? Im sorry, Uncle. I can't help how I feel either."

Uncle Chad sighed, leaned forward, gripped my shoulder and kissed me
again. This time I kissed him back and with all the love that I had to
give. I rubbed his back and he kissed his way down my clothed chest and
stomach.

I had to do a double take when he took my boxers off and took my six inches
into his mouth. I went so far as to try to put my fist in my mouth to stop
moaning from the bathing that he gave my dick. He sucked the whole thing
into his mouth, and slid his lips back up, still holding my dick at the
base, and kissed my cockhead. He looked up into my eyes, with my dick still
in his mouth, and started to wank and suck my cock at a furious pace. My
cum blasted out of my cock and he fucking swallowed all of it. Every single
drop. I was panting like mad and he wrapped me in his strong arms. I layed
my head down on his chest. His heart was thumping in my ears. He kissed my
forehead and I held him tighter.

"Was that your first blowjob?" he whispered.

I put my hand on his chest aswell and nodded. Keeping my hand on his chest,
I looked up.

"You were honest with me, Uncle Chad. I've been saving myself. I have never
had sex with anyone. Never! I always hoped that someday...I guess I had the
feeling of `if it's not gonna you, its gonna be nobody.' Uncle Chad, this
is incest, and I hate myself, but im inlove with you. I want to be with
you. But I know it can't happen. Let's just enjoy this and forget about it
tomorrow. It won't be easy, but it's for the best."

Uncle Chad sighed. I felt something wet hit my cheek. He was crying. I
released myself from his embrace and carefully, slowly, wiped his tears
away. He choked a smile at my actions. It was for the best. We hugged for
some minutes before he said goodbye. Aunt Yvonne was waiting afterall.

I was seventeen when my uncle phoned our landline late one night. At first
I thought that something had happened, when he asked to speak to my mother,
his sister. I stood in my room, full of curiosity of why Uncle Chad had
phoned at this time of night.

Suddenly my mother came running into my room with a big smile on her face.

"Oh my goodness! Daniel! You'll never guess what Uncle Chad just told me!"

I looked at her questioningly.

"He and Aunt Yvonne are having a baby! She's pregnant!"


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