Uncle Bob Blues
Copyright© 2006 by Stormy Weather
Chapter 16
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 16 - 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
When Maggie kissed me, I thought I was having one of my nutty wet-dreams, but after she jumped off me and ran toward the barn, I came back to earth in a hurry. She was crying.
I pushed myself up to follow her and saw Leldon walking toward the fence.
"Did I hear Maggie crying?"
"Yeah." I sighed. "She went in the barn."
"Do I want to know why she's crying?"
"I doubt it."
"Oh, great."
"What's going on?"
"Nothin', Dad," we said in unison as he came up beside Leldon.
He's snorted. "Where's Maggie?"
"In the barn," I said.
"Why is she in there?"
"She didn't say."
"Robert!"
I waved him off and went toward the barn. I wasn't sure Maggie wanted to speak to me, but I couldn't leave her upset.
"Maggie?" I called when I stepped inside the door. I could see the glow of her flashlight coming from the stacked hay-bales. She was sitting on the bottom row. Her knees were bent and her face was buried in her arms.
"Go away."
I ignored her and joined her on the hay. I said, "If I do, Leldon or Dad will come in."
"Ya'll are driving me crazy."
"You can always go live with Aunt Prudie and Elvis."
Whether she wanted to or not, she giggled.
The desire to hug her like I always do when she's troubled was hard to resist, but I managed to keep my arm from going around her. I said, "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
"Not really." She sniffed, still not looking at me.
"That's okay. We'll talk when you're ready."
"What if I'm never ready?"
"Maggie, Maggie."
"What?"
"I'm not mad at you."
"You're not?"
"Nope."
"Uncle Bob?"
She only calls me "Uncle" when she's teasing me, and, of course, I knew this wasn't a teasing situation. I felt like she was depending on me to protect her or something. Using a tone I hoped sounded on the Guardian Angel level I said, "What is it, Sweetie?"
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