It really mean, really, it was was no big deal. I mean, this is my Uncle. I was about 24, and he was 40ish. I think our ass cheeks were almost touch...ng. Close. We were just sitting there, sweating our collective ass cheeks off, which at -25F is actually a GOOD thing, we tried NOT to give the casual manly, but not too manly glance, at each others junk. It's just a thing, but I couldn't help but notice that he was unclipped. The glances were not as subdued as I would had anticipated, but with. I'm turning twenty in three months while she's only seventeen.Due to the intricacies of genetics, I'm a blond while she's a redhead. We've been close since I was nine and she was six.We would constantly show up in the other one's bedroom, to play a board game after bedtime.There was Monopoly, Scrabble, Chutes & Ladders (her favorite), Operation, Clue, and Life (my favorite). Almost every night, we played one of these. I kept some in my room; she kept the rest in hers.Despite her being younger,. Its hard enough taking care of yourself, but if you add me in the mix its probably super stressful.” Patsy kind of looked shyly at me. “I also know how guys handle stress, and you cant even take care of that at night with me in your hair.”I was taken aback by this. ‘What are you talking about, Patsy?” I asked. “I take care of myself, and you, just fine.” “You know what I mean, you get no privacy. My husband would stress about something, and he relieved himself by, you know, giving himself a. His other hand guided itself to the vibrator and slowly began pushing it in and out in between my legs. My fingers clawed desprately at the bed sheets, the pleasure I derived from it was enough to drive me to near climax. Peters hand let go of my arm and traveled to my T-shirt which he began to feel me up through. He rubbed my breast through the thin worn cotton until I grabbed his shirt out of pure ectasy, all the while his other hand was still fixed on mastubating me with the vibrator. My.