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Subject: Different Summers with My Uncle – Part 2 incest, uncle, nephew, underage This is a story about sex between consenting individuals. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We’ll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. If you enjoy reading my stories on this site, please fty/donate.html Thanks! *Part 2 – * “My mother died just after I was born, so I never knew her. I was raised by my grandparents because my father was married at the time he got my mother pregnant and wouldn’t even acknowledge I was his until I was about your age. We lived in the same town and everyone knew I was his and still he wouldn’t admit it until he met me at his sister’s funeral. Once he saw me, there was no denying that I was his son, because I was the spitting image of him. He had to acknowledge me publicly after that and from then on, I had more family than I knew what to do with. “Of course, I couldn’t live with him, but my father was a part of my life until he died a few years ago. When I was seventeen, I was sent to live with my uncle because my grandparents were getting too old to take care of a rebellious teenager. Uncle Angelo was a good man. He was strong and worked hard. He taught me to be strong and work hard too. He was also a lonely man until I came to live with him. As an Italian immigrant with only a second grade education, he didn’t have a great job and was discriminated against, so when I was old enough, I shortened my last name to make it easier to get work and I started going by Joe. My uncle understood and even encouraged me to do it. “Uncle Angelo was a big man like I am now. But I was more like your size when I was your age. He had a small apartment with only one bedroom. We used to sleep in the same bed together in those days. It was common then for two or three brothers or sisters to share a bed, so I thought nothing of it. We didn’t have air conditioning either, so in the summer, when it was really hot, we slept in the nude.” “I would wake up with an erection almost every morning and he would ignore it. That is until the day I heard about my grandparents’ accident. They were in their car when it was hit from behind by a tractor trailer at a red light. The gas tank was in the back of the car and it exploded. They died in the fire.” “Oh my gosh, Uncle Joe! gaziantep travesti That’s horrible,” I exclaimed. “I cried for hours and despite the heat, my uncle held me all through the night and into the next morning. I eventually fell asleep and when I woke up, he was still there even though he was no longer holding me. We were facing each other, but he was still awake, I think, so I looked at him, really looked at him for the first time I think. I reached out and touched the hair on his chest. It was softer than I thought it would be.” I ran my hand over Uncle Joe’s chest. He chuckled softly. He opened his eyes and we stared at each other for a minute before I took my hand away. He reached down and brought it back up, so I continued to stroke his chest as he reached over and did the same to me. I got a little more curious, so I touched his nipple and he did the same to me. I rubbed it and he seemed to like that. It perked up and got hard. Mine did too as he rubbed it. “Then I ran my fingers down his stomach as I looked down at his cock. He was as hard as I was. I’d never felt another man’s cock before, but I wanted to feel his, so I took it and squeezed. He did the same with mine. I pulled the skin back and he did that to mine too. Then I pulled it back up and back down again. He liked it, I could tell from the crooked smile he was making. He did the same to me and we were soon stroking each other. I came first, and he followed. I smiled at him and he smiled back, then he suggested we take a bath to clean up and cool off. I agreed, so I followed him into the bathroom. He ran the water then got in. I got in and leaned back against him as the cool water filled the old, cast iron tub. “When it was full, he took the soap and a washcloth and began to clean my chest and arms… and I let him. I hadn’t been bathed since I was a child, but it felt good to be taken care of. When he got to my dick, he carefully but thoroughly cleaned it and my balls. I got another hardon, but he didn’t stroke it this time. I could feel that he was hard too. I leaned back further and looked up at him. He smiled at me and I smiled back. We sat there like that for a long time. Then my stomach growled. He laughed, and I did too. He suggested we get out and eat some breakfast. I watched him as he toweled off. I wanted to look like him when I grew up and I did. He didn’t bother getting dressed before he went into the kitchen, so neither did I. We sat and ate like that. I’ll never forget how free I felt, sitting at the kitchen table, naked with my Uncle Angelo, eating cereal.” I looked up at my Uncle Joe and could see him staring off in the distance, gaziantep masaj salonları as if he were watching a movie of a wonderful time long gone. “Uncle Joe, have you ever…?” I didn’t know how to ask even though I’d already started. “No, Danny, I have done anything with my own boys. They’re not like us. I was going to say they’re `normal’ but that’s not the right word. They’re just not `different’ like you and me. I kiss them and make sure they know that they’re loved, but no, I’ve never done what we did with any of them. When I feel the need, there are places I can go and take care of my urges. Don’t get me wrong, I love your aunt very much, but I still need to be with a man now and then. Do you understand?” “Yes. I love my dad, but he isn’t… he doesn’t…” “Show you how much he loves you?” “Yes!” “I know. I love my brother-in-law, but he wasn’t raised to show affection. I can see that. It’s different with Italians. We are very affectionate and don’t try to hide it.” “I’m glad you don’t, Uncle Joe. I love you,” I said as I snuggled up closer to him. “I love you too, Danny. You’re a very special young man, I don’t want you to ever forget that, whether you eventually end up with a woman or man.” “I won’t, Uncle Joe. And I won’t ever forget tonight either.” I kissed him, and he hugged me harder. “Now I think we have to get going. It’s almost time for the market to open and we have things to buy. Are you up for it?” “Yes, Sir, I am!” He let me go and we both got ourselves back together for the ride. I watched as he tucked his cock away and put his shirt back on. I was a little sad that our time together had to end so soon, but I was okay with it. I had to be. I sat right next to him and he drove with his arm around my shoulder. The market turned out to be pretty exciting, but after we got back home, I went upstairs, got undressed and got into my bed, just as everyone else was getting up. I slept for hours and when my uncle finally woke me up it was lunchtime and I was starved. I put on my underwear and followed him downstairs. He made us a plateful of sandwiches which we both gobbled down before he set off for work. But before he left, he leaned down and gave me a hug and kiss, then went out the side door. I went back upstairs and got dressed, gathered up my art supplies and went outside to find a quiet place to draw. There was only one thing I wanted to draw that day and I spent all afternoon and part of the evening on it. When my aunt called me into supper, I came happily. I had finished my masterpiece. I helped clean up after dinner, which surprised my aunt and uncle. I was gaziantep escort bayan happy to do it though. I was feeling very proud of the work I’d done on my drawing that day and after we had finished cleaning up, I looked for my uncle. He was sitting on the front porch, drinking a beer and watching the cars go by. I asked if I could join him. He pointed to the and I told him I had a present for him then handed him the drawing I’d been working on all day. As he looked at it, I saw a tear come to his eye and then spill over. I was mortified. “I’m sorry, Uncle Joe! I worked really hard on that all day and it’s made you unhappy.” I got up to leave, but he grabbed me by the wrist and gently pulled me down into his lap. He put the drawing on the small table beside his chair and hugged me tightly. “I’m not unhappy, Danny boy. I love it!” “But I made you cry?” I was confused. He hugged me again, then kissed me. “These are happy tears. I couldn’t have asked for a better present. It’s just that not only did you capture my likeness, but my dad’s and my uncle’s all in one drawing. See this one is me. But this one is a perfect likeness of my dad and the other one could be a portrait of my Uncle Angelo.” I had drawn my Uncle Joe from three angles, head on, profile and three-quarter view. All three were slightly different, I knew that, but I had inadvertently done three separate portraits of three very different men. “I’m going to have it framed and then hang it in the house. “Wow! That would be so cool. Thanks, Uncle Joe.” “No, thank you. I’m so glad you came to stay for the summer.” He was beaming. “I am too.” Then I leaned down and kissed him. “Let’s go inside and show the others.” “Okay.” We went inside, and he told my aunt first what I had done even though at the time I hadn’t known I’d done it. She was thrilled for my uncle because it had so obviously made him happy. She hugged me, then my cousins came in to see what all the fuss was about. They were impressed and immediately wanted portraits as well. I spent the rest of my time on the farm that summer drawing my aunt, my eight cousins, their wives and their children. They started offering me money for them and after asking my parents if it was okay, I started accepting whatever they gave me. When it was time to go home, my uncle drove me to the airport. It turned out to be harder than I thought it would be to say goodbye to him. I blubbered, and he hugged me tighter. I knew I was making a scene in the terminal, but I couldn’t help it. He just let me get it out until they started calling for my flight to board. I was going to have to run if I was going to make it, so I gave him one last kiss and then ran for it. I was the next to last one to walk onto the plane and was out of breath as I stowed my bag and sat down in my seat by the window. I looked for him and sure enough, there he was, searching for me. I waved and eventually he saw me and waved back. I wrote to him all the next year and he somehow found the time to write back. (to be continued)

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