It looks almost normal and it's driving me crazy. Neither Uncle Charles or Peter is even breaking a sweat - if they're not related, the test is fucked...up. After dinner, we go up to Peter's room and I burst."What the fuck is goin' on? Shit, dude!" They have to run another test." Oh, shit!" It's ok." He takes a deep breath. "The first one confirmed that I'm a McElroy by blood but..." He clears his throat, "but they can't eliminate Uncle George."I stare at him trying to figure out who the fuck. I told him I was having confusing and conflicting urges towards men and women and didn’t know what it meant. He told me about his own struggle to find himself and how hard it was to come out. He gave me a lot of good advice that day.Weeks went by where nothing changed for me. I just couldn’t get the thoughts out of my mind. “What would it feel like? Would I like it? Does it hurt? What if I am gay?” All those questions ran through my head daily. I was tired of wondering and I wanted to find. Now I have to go. Bad. She got up from the couch and ran over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her. I was left sitting on the couch, damp panties in my hand. I brought them to my nose and inhaled. My heart raced. I lowered them and gazed back at the bathroom door. The room was strangely silent. Part 3: Hiatus I awoke. Mom was sleeping in front of me, her naked back exposed. I had regained consciousness quite suddenly. It was peculiar. I sat up and blinked my eyes a couple times,. Moments later as my hand stroked my 7 inch cock a whisper touched my ears...it said," I saw you looking at me....watching my hands stroking my cock!" The whispered continued," Look at your cock...all alone even though a hot mouth sliding up and down it would be a lot better then your hand hmm!" Just then the whispers tongue kissed my ear and I slowly turned my head around to see this voice of his. My heart almost exploded as our eyes crossed...cleaned shaved dark wet haired gorgeous man's face.