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Another story sucked out of my head and into this archive.

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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 never wanted to return home after my visits.

Myself and my Uncle Steven 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 Steven could have been my dad. We always used to get custard after each meal and since he was only sixteen years older than me, 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. 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 peter, 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 Steven! Uncle Steven! Wake up! I've broken my peter!"

"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 Steven noticed that my peter 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.

I had just turned twelve. I knew it would be me last visit to my grandparents before they would move to an old age home. My uncle took over from my Grandpa in his gardening job and made the house his own. 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 only eighteen but, I mean everyone gets married! Or so I thought.

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 Steven 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 Steven 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. That night I phoned my dad and told me to come and fetch me. I didn't feel welcome at my uncle's home anymore. The next day I told Uncle Steven that my dad would fetch me the following day.

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

"Uncle Steven, 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 na´ve twelve-year old mind, I knew that I was right when my uncle didn't correct me. 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, im 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 Im married now, I have a wife to think of. And for some reason, she...Daniel, she doesn't want kids. 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."

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. He instantly pulled away, and looked at me funny, as maybe to say: "Boys don't do that to their uncles." Slowly he started to brush my hair out of my eyes. I put my hands on his forehead. Then it was he who leaned in and kissed me passionately. 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.

"Uncle Steven!"

He stopped, but didn't turn around.

"I love you too."

When my father stopped infront of their house the following day, I felt like my heart was being ripped out from my body. While dad was carrying my luggage to the car and chatting to Aunt Yvonne, Uncle Steven called me and led me to his room. He closed the door and kneelned 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 Steven pulled me against him.

"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. He stood up and walked over to his drawer, and pulled out a silver chain with a small cross. He walked over to me and put the chain around my neck. Then he hugged me and opened the door. When I climbed into the car and my father started to drive away, I could barely keep the tears in.

That night at 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 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...I could see something in his eyes. 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.


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

That night, I was crying in bed. On my 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. 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 layed beside me on the bed and stroked my hair. I turned around to see Uncle Steven stare into my eyes.

"You are so beautiful, buddy. Im honourned to be your uncle."

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

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

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. 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! But that didn't make me love you any less."

"Uncle Steven, 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 Steven."

Uncle Steven sighed 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 chest and stomach. I had to do a double take when he took my boxers off and took my seven 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.

"Was that you're 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 Steven. 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 Steven, 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."

I was seventeen when my uncle phoned late one night. At first I thought that something had happened, when he asked to speak to my father, his brother. I stood in my room, full of curiosity of why Uncle Steven had phoned at this time of night. Suddenly my father came running into my room with a big smile on his face.

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

I looked at him questioningly.

"He and Aunt Yvonne are having a baby!

Thanks for reading. Should I write a second chapter? Please let me know what you think. larenzaprince@yahoo.com