Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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I awoke to the near deafening sound of rain falling on the tin roof. I was alone in bed, but not alone in the house. I could smell something cooking and sat up in bed, wondering where Kurt found food to cook. Was that bacon? Getting out of bed, I walked into the kitchen and looked on as Kurt worked on making scrambled eggs. My presence startled him, and he spun to look at me with a jerk.
"Oh, good morning, sleepy head," he smiled, "I thought you might want something other than corn flakes for breakfast, so I picked up a few supplies at the convenience store."
"Smells delicious," I commented as I made my way to the tiny two person table that sat against a wall, "Did you sleep well?" I was baiting him, hoping he would reveal if he had awakened to find his nephew sucking his dick.
"Yeah," he answered nonchalantly, spooning eggs onto a plate, "I had a rough day at work yesterday. Of course, it was a longer than usual week. I don't normally work Saturdays, but since I need Monday off to register you into school, I swapped days with one of the guys."
"Oh, I see." So, he was legitimately exhausted last night. I could breathe easier knowing that I chose the perfect night to make my move. Of course, if I hadn't been perving on my uncle, it wouldn't be an issue now.
Kurt sat across from me, offering me a plate of eggs. I loaded up on bacon and toast and got to making an egg and bacon sandwich. Kurt laughed at me.
"What?" I asked with a mouth full of food.
"Aside from a bowl of cornflakes, you've eaten nothing but sandwiches of one kind or another since you got here."
"Anything that doesn't have bones in it makes a sandwich," I told him defiantly. He laughed again and raised his hands in surrender.
We ate our meal in virtual silence, broken only with Kurt telling me that he had already showered, and as soon as I was ready, we would go do the grocery shopping. After finishing my breakfast, I hurried into the bathroom and got busy preparing for the day. Kurt offered me a raincoat, but I pulled out my own, and we set off to a nearby town with a grocery store.
The wind was icy cold, and the rain assaulted us on our way out to the truck. On the drive, the rain alternated between sprinkles and downpours until we arrived at the store. It didn't take me long before I realized how lost I was in his world, where you had to travel thirty minutes to find any real semblance of civilization. I was totally out of my element.
In the store, Kurt browsed the meat section, determined to fill the deep freeze out on the back porch with the washer and dryer. I noticed it, but I didn't take much stock of it when I discovered it was empty. Kurt told me that he bought it after one of the guys he worked for gifted him with deer meat acquired after a successful hunt. While he loaded the cart with various cuts of meat, I worked my way up and down the aisles, fulfilling the rest of my list. Before it was over, we had two baskets full of food.
Standing in line, I worried that we went overboard with our shopping. I looked at the carts and tried to find things we could do without.
"What are you doing?" Kurt asked, annoyance in his voice.
"This is too much," I told him, "It's going to cost a fortune."
"I may not be a rich man, Parker, but I've lived alone for a long time, and I own my land outright. I'm not hurting for cash."
I settled down and started piling our finds on the conveyer belt without another thought. Kurt watched, moving the empty baskets to the front to be loaded again with bagged groceries. Once he paid for everything, we set out for the truck to load them into the back.
"I don't know about you," Kurt said as we climbed back into the truck, grateful that the rain had subsided, "But I'm hungry again." I was surprised, but realized it was already lunch time. "What do you say we head over to Whataburger for some grub?"
"I could go for a burger," I smiled.
"Of course, you could," Kurt laughed.
At the Whataburger, we placed our orders, then sat down to eat. As I was finishing my French fries, Kurt got up and walked back to the counter. When he returned, he was holding a small glass, which he set in front of me.
"Drink it," he ordered.
"What is it?" I asked, eyeing it suspiciously.
