Uncle Bob Blues
Copyright© 2006 by Stormy Weather
Chapter 14
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 14 - Maggie's in love with her Uncle Bob, who is two days older than her. And as things would have it, he doesn't have a clue... but neither does Maggie.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Teenagers Consensual Romantic Humor Incest Uncle Niece First
Leldon came by the house Saturday morning around eight-thirty. I was pouring myself a glass of orange juice and considering what I wanted for breakfast. Chrissy was picking up in an hour to go with her to Children's Hospital where she was doing her clown act that she did there every other week.
"I brought some bacon and biscuits," he said as the back door banged shut. "Where's Dad?"
"Probably OZ," I mumbled, opening the fridge to get Mom's homemade apple jelly. "He was gone when I got out of the shower."
"What the hell is going on around here?"
He was standing in the living room door. Dad had finished pulling down the wall, exposing what was once his and Mom's room. He had also pulled up all the carpet from the living room floor; and the bedroom.
"All he told me was that it'll all come out in the wash."
"What will?"
"The purple ink, I guess."
He gave me one of his looks.
I gave him one of my looks.
We both snorted and sat down at the table.
"So tell me why Mom's at Aunt Prudie's."
"Maggie didn't tell you?"
He shook his head. "She and George spent the night over there and haven't gotten back; and I decided I'd better know something before I head down to the co-op. There's no telling what story those old guys have hatched."
The co-op has been around for over fifty years and it's the main hang-out for all the men in town. They played checkers, darts, and cards, drank coffee, smoked, and shared information and old times every morning six days a week. If you want to know something about anyone or anything, you can put your money on finding out from there - - or at least hearing things as they see them.
"Couldn't be any wilder than the truth," I commented, and then told him the sordid tale all the way through to my sleeping out in the barn.
As I expected, he laughed until he had tears in his eyes.
By the time he left I was feeling less like a grumpy bear, which was good because if I behaved in any way that was less than gentlemanly toward Chrissy, Dad would come down on me like a ton of bricks. And I wouldn't blame him. She deserved to be treated right.
The ride to the hospital was uneventful. While I didn't have the desire to have a bike of my own, I sat behind her and enjoyed the feel of being on the beautiful machine that she had built herself. Her dad's the town mechanic and Chrissy knows her stuff; and works with him when she has time.
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