Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Uncle Will
Chapter One
I had just turned 19 when it was decided it would be better for me to go stay with my uncle Will.
Mother was expecting at this late period in her life, she was in the hospital due to serious complications concerning the baby's delivery, life threatening ones.
My father was already on overload, what with work and going to the hospital everyday to be with mother.
Uncle Will offered to take care of me until things settled down at home and he thought it would be good for me to live in the country for awhile. Uncle was a bachelor, lived in an old farmhouse on his own. He preferred it that way, says he was not going to get bossed around by no woman. He was the oldest of eight brothers.
Dad was in the middle of the litter.
It was late autumn when dad drove me out to Uncle Will's place in the country.
He lived far from the maddening crowd to be sure. Closest neighbour was 2 miles on either side of the farmstead and the small one-horse town or village closest to him about an hour away.
The ride was pleasant enough, the leaves were putting on a show what with all the spectacular autumn colors happening.
I was somewhat apprehensive about staying with uncle Will, worried I might be lonely. I did not recall going to visit the farmhouse because the last time I was there I was six years of age.
After what seemed to be an endless drive we arrived at uncle's farm house.
We drove through a rugged log gated entrance to the property and then down a tree lined road, great big trees on either side creating an umbrellaed pathway to the old house.
As we drove up dad honked the car horn and there was uncle Will on the veranda waiting for us.
I had not seen him in ages.
He was about 5'8" tall of robust build. Gosh, he looked strong.
I remember dad telling us stories about uncle Will's strength.
His hair was cropped short, sort of a crew cut style. His beard was salt and peppery.
Uncle greeted us warmly. Lot of warm hugs and lots of talk catching up on what was happening. Uncle was eager to hear about mother.
Lunch was already in the works.
We were dinning in the kitchen. It was a great old kitchen with character, a typical country kitchen.
Before we sat down to eat uncle Will thought it best to show me to my room so I could unpack and make myself at home. There were two bedrooms on the second floor and one bathroom, no shower, only a bathtub. I had the smaller bedroom. It was cozy and decorated in early country furniture, quilt on the bed, dresser and closet. The window was large and let in good natural light. It overlooked eastward over one of uncle's corn fields.
Once I was unpacked I headed to the kitchen, it was time to eat and I was starved.
Uncle served his homemade beef stew, with fresh baked bread out of the oven. He spoiled us with lots of tea and fresh baked cookies for desert.
Conversation flowed.
I could see how the two brothers were so much alike and happy to see one another again after such a long absence.
Before heading back to town dad let me know I was to obey uncle Will and do what I was told.
The plan was for me to stay with uncle until late spring or maybe longer depending on the situation at home.
I was sad to see dad go.
Uncle and I on the veranda waving goodbye frantically with moist eyes as father drove away.
Uncle Will put his arm around my shoulder and said, "well, fella, its you and me now."
Chapter Two
After dad left uncle gave me a tour of the farm and let me know what some of my chores were to be.
I had to feed the chickens, milk the goats and make sure the pigs were well fed.
Uncle took care of his incredible vegetable and flower garden, he also had a terrific herbal patch.
I was doing my studies by correspondence; the nearest school being miles away and would have been difficult for me to get there and back everyday.
There was telephone service and hydro.
The old house was mostly heated with wood.
He had a great timeworn wood stove he used to cook on mainly in winter months.
We were outdoors most of the time during the day taking care of farm chores.
In the evening after supper uncle liked to sit out on the veranda, smoke his pipe and sometimes enjoy a good cigar, drink lots of black tea. Sometimes he would tell me stories of his adventures in the wild, his travels abroad.
I loved sitting at his feet listening to his soothing deep masculine voice, he was all male. Sometimes I would get a whiff of his manly smell, that musky woodsy scent that was unmistakably his and let's not forget the cigar, pipe odours. I didn't understand why this made me feel good at the time.
Everything about uncle fascinated me, his big oversized hairy hands and huge feet, he must have worn a size 14 boot. He looked to be quite hairy all over. I also could not help but notice how much the front of his fly stuck out, as though he had an oversized potato in his underwear. He mostly wore faded well used blue overhauls. Sometimes, after going for a piss he would forget to button up his fly and then I sneak a peek to catch a glimpse of his underwear. He only wore long johns, yes, that one-piece union suit. When he walked you could see his big manly package swinging back and forth. It looked like a heavy piece of meat dangling in his overhauls.
I was surprised how much I enjoyed life in the country.
Uncle had an old VCR, a television with rabbit ears. Poor reception, yet we could watch movies that uncle collected.
