I let go of her hair and reached around and grabbed her neck, pulling her closer to me. With one hand I choked her and the other I molested her big ti...s. I began to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, demanding she was all mine now and I only I could fuck her, saying she had to best tits i’ve ever seen and so on, all the while brutally fucking her tight little virgin cunt. I felt the sensation of my cock about to cum so I let her go from my embrace, pulled out and came all over her ass. We laid. But I will never forget that first change that slipped out of my Uncle's mouth after 2 weeks' time - that day, from the moment I bent over and presented my ass to him, spread for his big cock, my little cock hanging down like a clit - my Uncle called it my cunt. He would change his words to whatever felt right in the moment as his big cock buried itself inside his chub nephew, but from that day onward it was clear my Uncle was fucking and dumping his loads in my pussy, my cunt. And of course,. And it is so warm in the blankets, so safe in your arms. But my bladder will not be denied. I stir reluctantly, suddenly fearful of what lies outside in the dark.You sense my hesitation. "Come, I will accompany you."You thrust us both out of the blankets and the sudden chill takes away my breath. I turn towards the tent flap and fumble with the ties, but your hand on my shoulder stays me. "Take my cloak. Wrap it around your shoulders." Gratefully, I accept the garment. It smells of you.Outside. Sam and I moved into a little cottage of our own, while Matthew, my brother, stayed at home with mum and dad. I still saw Matthew regularly, but nowhere near as often as when we were living at home. Over the next two years, Sam’s demeanour worsened, staying out late at nights drinking after fishing on the trawler. He would arrive home drunk, abuse me, hit me, get off inside me and go to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, he would be gone again for another day. I was in a deep rut and going.