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As I turned on the TV in the basement, I noticed Stormi taking another beer from the bar fridge. She poured it into her nearly empty glass, since most of the ice had melted. I said, “Bring me a beer too, and remember to put ice in your next one.” I’d told her only two beers, but me getting her drunk and taking advantage of her wouldn’t be an issue. She’d practically tried to rape me the previous night and gave me a blowjob an inning ago, while she was mostly sober.
“Sure thing, Uncle Pete.” She sat next to me as I watched her smoking a cig and sucking beer through a straw.
I asked, “I know you don’t want to go to college, but why, exactly?”
“I don’t want to move far away, where I don’t know anybody. I don’t want to live at home, either. My little sister is annoying, and Mom and Dad PISS ME OFF nearly every day!”
“What about the classes and homework?”
“Well, I guess family is most of the problem.” A hopeful look came to her eyes. “What if I could go to college and live with you?”
“I don’t know if your Mom would like that idea. She’d probably suspect we’re ah…”
“Fucking?”
I laughed. “Hahaha! We’re not fucking yet, but hopefully soon...”
“What if I worked for you, cooked and cleaned the house? I could tell her I’m doing the housekeeping as rent.”
I smiled. “Smart idea! I think that will work, sweetness.” I kissed her lips and hugged her.
She eagerly bounced up and down. “Yes! So when I can move in?”
“I work all week. How about Friday night?”
“YES!” I was surprised at her strength, as her hug threatened to crush my chest.
Once her grip slackened, I reminded her, “It won’t just be one long happy date. You need to take your classes seriously. And I really would expect you to help with cooking and housework.”
“I know. But we can kiss, make out, and… have fun in bed every night.”
“The nights when you’re in the mood. I know there are certain times of the month when women don’t feel like it.”
“Well, any night that I’m horny, so… hehehe! Most of the time!”
I giggled along with her, then explained, “You’ll also need to think about what happens after college. You can’t stay with me forever.”
Her head drooped in disappointment. “We’d be so happy. But… but I guess maybe you’re right. We can’t marry or have kids.”
“Eventually you’ll find a hot guy your own age and forget about me.”
“Well… I don’t think so. I love you!”
“You need to start birth control, too.”
She pointed to a small lump on her arm. “I have the implant, so no babies for two years. Please?”
I smiled and gave her a quick kiss. “Deal. I’ll call and tell your Dad tonight, and we’ll move your stuff on Friday.”
“I love you, Uncle Pete! Thank you!”
“I love you too, Stormi.” Instead of passionate, our French kiss was slow and romantic. I didn’t like that she tasted like smoke, but dearly loved the rest of her. I put an arm over her and we watched the rest of the baseball game.
After a disappointing final inning, she curiously said, “Mom doesn’t like you, but she won’t say why. I know you dated some of my aunts.”
“That’s private. I shouldn’t say anything.”
“Come on, you can tell me. Please?”
I took a deep breath and looked into her eyes. “This is serious and a big secret. It could hurt a lot of people. Promise me you’ll never tell anyone.”
She hooked my pinky finger with hers and solemnly replied, “Pink swear. I promise. So what is it?”
“I didn’t just date some of your aunts. I dated all of them, and your mother too.”
She exclaimed, “You WHAT?”
“Not exactly dates with your Mom and Aunt Wendy, but I asked the rest of them out and dated them a while. It didn’t work out with any of them.”
“So, what happened? Why?”
“There was a big party when your Dad and Uncle Rodney announced they were engaged to your Mom and aunt Wendy. Nearly everybody from all three families were there.”
“And? What happened?”
“And after dinner we got pretty drunk celebrating. I walked out to your grandfather’s old barn with them. It was beautifully built, with just hand-carved joinery and pegs. A tornado blew it down when you were a baby.”
She impatiently declared, “I don’t care about the stupid barn! What did you do? What did they do?”
“Your aunt Wendy took a bong from her purse and we passed it around, then your Uncle Rodney said he felt sorry for me since I was still a virgin.” I was sweating and my cheeks burned with shame. “I… your Mom and Aunt gave me a blowjob in front of my brothers. I… I screwed Wendy too.”
“And they’re mad about it?”
“No, they’re ashamed, like I am. Mostly they’re mad about me breaking up with your other aunts. Things went well when I dated them, but after a few months I’d ah… break up with them so I could date somebody else.”
“Why? Most of them are pretty. Did they do something wrong?”
“No, most of them were great, but…”
“But what?”
I clenched my fists a moment, then took another deep breath. I moved away a bit, before I admitted my darkest embarrassment and fantasy. “But none of them would let me try anal sex. I… I shouldn’t have asked, or broken up with them when they told me ‘No’, but… but I’ve always wanted to try it.” I realized what I’d just said and tried to anticipate her feelings. “Don’t worry, I’d never ask you or make you…”
She hesitantly said, “I’ve heard some bad things, but I trust you. I know you’ll be careful if we try it.”
I felt tears about to begin as I replied, “I could never ask you for that. Forget I said it.” I had a few flashbacks of porn movies where women grunted or cried in pain as a guy thrust into them. I couldn’t risk hurting her like that.
“You’re not asking, I’m offering. I’ve watched videos with some girls talking about it. They say it can be good sometimes, if you do it right. I’ll need to get some things and practice first.”
“I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have brought it up. Forget it.”
“No, really. I love you and I’ll try it for you. I want to make you happy. Uh… and uh… and I wanted to try it too.” Her cheeks rapidly reddened. “Not right now, but once I’m ready. To practice I’ll need lube, dildos… I heard a porn star made a set of sex lesson videos.” She smiled naughtily and suggested, “Maybe I can jerk you off while I watch and learn?”
“Really? I don’t want to pressure you.”
“I know. Let’s go get some things, so I can make you happy.”
“I don’t think I should drive after five beers, and you’ve had some too. Tomorrow?”
She nodded in agreement. “Okay, tomorrow.”
“Quiet a minute, while I call your Dad.”
I dialed and he answered, “Hi, Pete. What did she do this time?”
“No, Stormi didn’t do anything wrong. I convinced her to go to college. She’ll stay here and be my housekeeper part-time, when she’s not in class.”
He yelled, “Helen! It’s a miracle! She’s going to college! She’s moving out too!” His voice returned to normal when he thanked me, “That’s great! Thanks so much, bro! When does she want to move?”
“Friday night.”
“I can borrow a truck from work and help you tomorrow night, if you want?”
Stormi overheard and happily nodded.
I told him, “Sure, Frank. That would be great!”
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A few hours later I decided on frozen lasagna for dinner. We sat on the sofa in the basement again and I watched her smoke while it cooked. She suggested, “I’m on my period, but we can still have sex if… if you don’t mind the blood and it being messy?”
“I know it won’t hurt you, but I heard a lot of women don’t even want to think about sex when… when it’s that time of the month?”
“Some girls are actually hornier then. I usually want it most on the other half of my cycle, but I’m… in the mood. There won’t be a mess if I lay on an old towel, and we shower after?”
“If you’re sure?”
She flirtatiously suggested, “You can see MY big secret, too. The video of me doing it with my ex.”
The microwave beeping stole my attention. Instead of a sexy comeback, I said, “Sure, after dinner.”
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