I needed to vent and talk to someone, definitely not my parents.I found myself walking in the opposite direction of home. I was walking towards the ho...e of my uncle Steve, daddy’s brother.Uncle Steve and daddy were opposites. While dad is strict and has an executive job, uncle Steve was laid back and worked from home. Uncle Steve always seemed to be with a new girlfriend every time I saw him, and he seemed to have a thing for younger women.I found myself at his front door and just as I was. "He jus' tole me that there was an old bike I could have fun stompin'. I like stompin' stuff."When Mrs. Devers asked him what sort of stuff he enjoyed "stompin'" he started with beer cans -- preferably full ones even though it was a waste of beer, he liked the spray -- and it got steadily uglier. What he said about caterpillars does not bear repeating and she cut him off when he got to frogs. She gave him a week of detention and a gift certificate good for unlimited appointments with the high. ..?She slowly reached under her gown and peeled her panty off dropping iton the floor; then stood over my cock and knelt down slowly, pulling her dressup as she did so.? Finally she is restingjust below my cock; the head nestled in her little strip of hair that remainedon her slit.? She continued pleading!???? ?Please, why areyou doing this to me, I sucked your cock can?t you just let me go now I promiseI won?t tell anyone, please just let me go!?????? Smiling cruelly Igrabbed her breasts and. I smiled a sardonic smile; I felt like I’d stung her, well, a little.We ate mostly in silence. And, oddly it was more or less pleasant in spite of the tension between us. Lunch done she ordered us coffees. I smiled my appreciation.“Lighten up when you’re with her, David. She’ll want to be around you then. Just like in the old days,” she said.“Except you’re trying to sell her on the fact that I’m only an uncle; kinda puts the kibosh on things getting back to anything like the old days. You know.