It just feels a little funny with you being all grown up and sleeping beside me. "Things have changed since you were little. I couldn't be sure, but for some odd reason, I got the impression he was turned on. I sat up and tried to read his face in the dark. "What's wrong? You don't want me to near you?" I asked jokingly. He was laying on his back, and for a few minutes he was silent. He crawled under the covers, and immediately I snuggled up to him. But I only felt silly for a minute, and then with a sigh, reminded my self that he was my uncle, and it didn't matter if he was a grown man and I was almost a grown woman: we were family.Īfter a few minutes, he came back into the room. I hadn't slept in the same bed with my uncle since I was younger, maybe 10 or 11. Climbing under the covers, I felt a little silly. Padding down the hallway, I went straight to his bed. After all, I wouldn't need it in the bed. I gotta get some water." I headed to the guest bedroom to grab the pillow and put my robe on the bed. Can I sleep with you tonight?" I asked him, tears welling in my eyes. But lets not worry about that tonight, okay?" He looked at me and sadly smiled. What are they going to do to him?" I asked. He held me for a few minutes, just letting the phone call sink in. For a few seconds, I felt as if I was five and had a nightmare. I sat down, feeling comforted when his arms went around me. He asked me to come bail him out, but I said no." He patted the cushion next to him and motioned for me to sit next to him. When he hung up a few seconds later, he looked up at me with a weary look in his eyes. I had a feeling that the person he was saying no to was my dad. He didn't have a shirt on, and was wearing just boxers. He sat on the couch, telling the person on the other line no. Grabbing my robe to cover up my sheer nightgown, I went into the living room, but my uncle had already picked it up. At about 12:30 a.m., I was woken up by the phone. He had to get up to go to work in the morning, so we said our goodnights and went to separate bedrooms. When we came home, it was already past ten. I thought he was happy about my decision too, and blew it off as me being paranoid. I hugged his neck tightly and when he put his arms around me, it seemed as if he lingered a little longer than usual. Making my mind up what my major in college would be in my sophomore year of high school made me extremely happy.
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We talked about what I wanted to be, and that night I decided I would go to school to be a teacher.
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He had a nice home, a brand-new truck, and a great job. He always wanted me to go to college, cause he always said it had made a world of difference for him. That night, we had gone out for pizza and talked about my future. But, nonetheless, I still came to him when I needed a place to stay, or simply someone to talk to. Now, I don't mind the attention from guys, to say the least, but the first time I noticed him watching me, it felt kinda weird. I had noticed when I was about 14 and starting to develop, he'd watch me as I'd get out of the shower and go into the spare bedroom to get dressed. I was pissed at my dad, and I had come to the point where I hated to ask my uncle to stay with him. One night, when I was barely 18, I spent the night at his house after my dad had left me all alone at the house, while he went off to drink himself stupid. Was my uncle gay? Or was he interested in sex at all? Sometimes, I'd wonder why my uncle would never have any girls over. My uncle would let me spend the night at his house when I had no where else to spend the night, when my mom and dad both worked third shift. My dad was an alcoholic, and was never there for me.
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He was my dad's brother, and for the most part growing up, he took my dad's place.