“Come here, John,” my uncle motioned me towards them. The whole time my aunt's eyes followed me and I felt naked even though I was still wearing a...l my clothing. My aunt stood up and kissed me softly on the cheek. She looked up at me and said, “John you don't know how grateful I am to you.” I didn't know what to say so I said the first thing that came to my mind, “For some reason I feel like it's my birthday today Aunt Beth.” We all laughed quietly until finally my aunt took my hand and led me. Had a cousin and I learned later that her name was Sylvia, and he knew, because he lived in a gray lonely little two story dwelling with his beaten alcoholic father who was my uncle, who played the guitar at the honky tonk bars and could only sing when he was on the whiskey, and then sing not that well, and my cousin lived there beside the big lot in the center of the lone town where the lone dog had once treed the lone coon. And so my cousin, he’d helped the old carnies erect the tents and. As we watched the program Daddy absent-mindedly stroked my hair, ran his hand down my back, and squeezed my little buttocks. When I scooted around to sit sideways, hugging him around the neck and kissing him on the cheek as I did, his hand landed on my thigh, just below the hem of my skirt. It felt warm and strong as his fingers gently stroked the inner flesh of my thigh, and I was aware of that familiar tingle in my pussy place.His hand, seemingly of its own volition, eventually wandered up to. As we walked backed Betty had both hands occupied as James and me each held one. The old man was glad to see us since it was only nine o’clock. After some reassurance that we were in until curfew he headed up to bed while we headed off to the playroom in the basement. That’s when the real scary stuff started too happened.With my parents in bed two floors up, we cranked up the music and heat a bit. The old furnace in the next room was pushing out hot air warming us up from the nippy outside, so.