He's a pilot..! I'm talking about my dad's brother, Jonathan W. Barber. Uncle Jack is a pilot.
I haven't seen him for years. I remember him coming to our house when I was a little girl. I was dazzled when he walked through the door in his blue uniform. Wow, my uncle so handsome! All the women in town were love him.
But my uncle's favorite was me. He never got tired of spending all his time with me. We was go to the pool together, play games, and joke around. My uncle's lap was my playground. He was says me "Alice, you're the sweetest niece in the world."
My dad didn't like him very much. He said his brother was an irresponsible rascal and didn't like his visits. But my mom was tell him, “He is your only brother Samuel, you should give him a chance…”
Years later, when uncle Jack came to our door again, I saw that he had changed a lot. Maybe, as a child, I thought he was taller. His hair had turned white, his face was full of deep wrinkles, hadn't shaved for days and a sad look in his eyes. I was very sorry to see him like this.
But still, he was my uncle Jack. My first handsome prince…
“Uncle Jack!..” I hugged him with kisses.
“Oh my!.. Alice…! You’ve grown up! Such a beautiful young girl…” He is always kind and complimentary to women.
“High school is over last month, uncle Jack... Guess who was the prom queen?” There are so many gossips I want to tell him.
As I untangled my arms from his neck, his shy eyes turned to face my dad. There had been a cold wind between them for years.
My parents and uncle Jack had a brief meeting at the dinner table. My uncle talked about happens of past few years. He had divorced his wife. His life had been ruined by alcohol and gambling, and he was broke now. He was unhappy, depressed and hopeless. He needed help, and was here.
“If you promise not to drink that shit in this house…” said dad.
My uncle began to cry. “I quit… Samuel, I swear… I never drink…” he took a few boxes of antidepressant pills out of his pocket and put them on the table. “Here… I’m getting treatment…”
Dad was not willing to help, but he agreed. He couldn't throw his brother out on the street. We gave him our guest house. One room, one bathroom, and a small kitchen counter. It was enough for him. An ironic ending for a man who had lived in a big mansion in the past, and lived his life in wealth and luxury.
I helped him settle into the guest house. He had come with only one suitcase. Out of all his wealth, this suitcase was all that was left. I smiled at him lovingly. "You don't look too bad, uncle Jack. Don't worry, you'll be better soon..."
For days, he didn't leave the guest house. I thought he was sleeping all day because of the medicines. I was bring him food evenings and I was see him crying most of the time. He was very unhappy. I wasn't want to see him like this. Where was cheerful, playful uncle Jack to my childhood's?
One evening, I served him dinner and stayed in his room for a while to chat. He told me about the bad things he had befalling. His ex-wife had cheated on him many times. Moreover with his closest friends.
His wife "Your shriveled little pickle doesn't satisfy me, darling..." and they had group-sex in front of his eyes.
My uncle was devastated, of course. He wanted to die right there, but he was submitted to his wife.
When my uncle told me his sad story, I felt empathy for both him and his wife and I pictured them in my mind.
A woman who was moaning lustfully between many thick cocks and wanted to take them all. Naked bodies mixing each other. Hard cocks fucking his wife's pussy and asshole and she begging for third even fourth.
In the meantime, my poor uncle watching them and crying.
I didn't know what to say. I felt both lust and pity. I wanted to help him, to touch his wounds, to heal them. I wanted to make him feel like a man again, I owed it to him. He was the one who made me laugh the most when I was a child. My best memories were the times I spent with him.
“Do you remember, uncle Jack, you used to tell me stories…” I moved closer to him.
“I remember, the little girl and the wolf…” his eyes sparkled as he remembered the old days and smiled.
“While you were telling me that story, I was sit on your lap…” and sat on his lap slowly, “Come on, uncle Jack, tell me that story again…” put my thin arms around his neck.
“Okay, Alice… You know I never say no to you…” he smiled, maybe first time in years.
During that terrible period, he had felt be failure and useless. The touch of my skin, my scent, my cheerful mood and my chirpy voice had done him sweeten up.
I took his hand and placed it on my leg, just like before years.
“Once upon a time, in a distant village, there lived a girl named Alice…”
“Like me..?” I asked with wide eyes.
“Yes, honey… She was a beautiful, very cute little girl... just like you…”
“Am I beautiful..?” I shyly blushing.
“You are so beautiful, sweety…” he smiled warmly. “Alice, while walking in the forest, came across a huge wolf.” At this part of the story, he deepened his voice like a wolf. “Where are you going, little girl..?”
I am the actress of the story and I answered. "I'm taking chips and beer to my grandmother..."
"Oh, I want to smell the chips..." said the wolf, putting his big wet nose close to my neck and sniffing it deeply. “Hmmm, are you sure that’s a chips, little girl? I think it smells like vanilla and strawberries…” with deep voice.
“That’s the smell of my skin, Mr. Wolf. The chips are in my basket…”
“Then I have to smell in your basket. Show me your basket…”
I was showing him my skirted bikini “Here it is, Mr. Wolf… you can smell my basket…” and, the wolf was taking me in his arms and smell my basket with appetite.
“Wowwww. That’s the best thing I’ve ever smelled. But it’s still not chips. I think it’s a peach…” he was say and I giggling.
This part of the story was funniest. “Then you can look in my basket, Mr. Wolf. When you see it with your eyes, you’ll see that I’m not lying…” I was open my basket and show it what’s inside.
The wolf was look inside my basket with admiration and his mouth watering.
“Now do you believe me, Mr. Wolf… I told you...”
“Hmmm... Are you sure this is a chips, little girl…”
“Why don’t you taste it, Mr. Wolf..?” I was giggling.
He was lift me up in his arms, he press his mouth to my belly and making purrrrr as he tasted my chips. I was giggling until pee.
I really wanted him to tell the rest of the story of the little girl and the wolf. Who knows, how much was funny. But uncle Jack, "When you grow up and become a young woman, I'll tell you the second part of the story..."
“I've grow up, uncle Jack, I am a woman now…”
I was sitting on his lap, my arms around his neck and smiling warmly at his face.
“Come on, let’s start the second part of the story…”
“I’m not sure about that, honey…” A dark sadness settled on his face. “Maybe you should go back to your room…” he pushed me off his lap.
He turned his face silently and started to cry.
I didn’t mean it! I didn’t want to embarrass him.
“Please don’t cry..!” I touched his shoulder.
He couldn't look at me, "They've ruined me, Alice..." taking his face in hands "I've lost my manhood..." He cried with sobs…
There was nothing I could do against a crying man. I left him alone and left his room. I walked to the house. My mom saw my sadly face and wondered.
"What's happen, Alice... you look pale..."
"I feel sorry for uncle Jack, mom... Can't we do something for him?"
"Oh, honey. You're such a caring girl..." stroked my cheek. "Don't worry about your uncle. I'm sure he'll be fine..."
When I lay down on my bed, I was still thinking about uncle Jack. His miserable face, messy white hair, dull gaze, made me sad. He lost his manhood. Can’t I help him find it? I have to do something. I thought about this for days. My uncle had obviously lost all his self-confidence. I have to give it back to him…
That evening, before taking food to his room, I took a shower and shaved my pussy. I put on my transparent, aqua green blouse and pleated white mini skirt. No underwear, I wanna him to see my tits. I hope, this hot girl wakes my uncle's manhood.
While he was eating, I wandered around the room with aimless steps, looking at the empty walls. He still hadn't opened his suitcase, looked like he was ready to leave at any moment.
“What’s in your suitcase, uncle Jack..?”
“Nothing… just stuff…” he said without looking at me.
I opened his suitcase...
His uniform..!
Oh, he still carry it… I took it carefully and left on the bed.
“You should wear this... it's suits you…”
“Ah..! You shouldn’t have opened it, Alice…” he stood up in panic and closed the suitcase.
“Why..? And, you should shave...” I caressed his cheek.
He looked at his uniform sadly. An old memory that reminded him of how charismatic he once was.
I opened the suitcase again and saw the Polaroids. His ex-wife’s face, smiling wryly… I hate her! Another photo. My uncle front of a warplane. Calligraphic writing on the nose of the plane. Alice…
“You named your plane after me..!” I squealed with joy. “I knew it!.. I knew you'll never forgotten me…”
I leaned my face on his chest and let him hug me tightly. I could hear his heartbeat. He was missed our old happy days, but afraid.
“The cutest nephew in the world…” he hummed.
He reached out to close the suitcase, but I was faster than him. I picked up another Polaroid. A photo from years ago. When I sleeping…
But!..
Naked!..
Completely naked!..
"This... Is this me..? uncle Jack..." I could see myself clearly in the photo, but I couldn't believe it. "Did you take this?"
"Alice... Please..." he had been caught and was panicking, tried to close the suitcase.
"Is there more..." I asked with a sad whisper.
“Alice…”
He can’t stop me! I pushed him away, I looking at his collection of dozens of my nude photos with pity.
“You were in love me…” I mumbled.
He couldn’t answer. But silence is also an answer.
“Your ex-wife… saw these photos…”
I understood everything now, “She thought you were an incest pervert…” His shoulders slumped, he bowed his head. “and, she wanted to punish you…”
He nodded slowly. He was tired of hiding his feelings for years. He wanted to confess and be at peace.
“I never hurt you, Alice… You were my forbidden fantasy... my secret... my platonic love... but…”
“They didn’t let...” I finished his words... “they didn’t let a harmless fantasy.”
“They got my secret and shot me with it…”
“You was tell me cheerful stories, fun together…”
“They called me old pervert, psycho, cursed…”
“I was sit on your lap and play games together…”
“I was a harmless man with a secret desire… I never hurt anyone…”
“I was safe with you…”
“I was secretly in love with you Alice… It’s terrible…” his lips were trembling as he confessed, “I hated myself… I ran away… I went to faraway places in the world to forget you…”
I sat down next to him, I held his trembling hands and waited for him to calm down.
“I got married to forget you… But... One night while we were making love with my wife, I moaned that oh my sweet Alice…"
I understand how his ex-wife feels. I'm sure I'd be furious too if my boyfriend was yelling another girl's name while he was fucked me.
“From that day on, my wife hated me and made my life a nightmare…”
“Forget it… It’s over… all in the past…” I unbuttoned his shirt and caressed his chest. I ran my fingers through his soft white chest hair. “I’m here... I'm your sweet Alice…”
He stroked my hair. His lips were trembling, his eyes were red from crying.
“My sweet Alice…” he murmured like in a dream.
My hand moved down with caressing his chest. I wondered if he still had a working machine into his pants. I remembered his ex-wife’s words... shriveled pickle…
But I remember that my uncle's pickle was always hard.
Years ago, when I was on his lap, there is a hard object in his shorts. Whenever I sat on, it was wiggle. I was try to bring it right to the middle of my ass to feel it better. It was a nice, warm feeling. Most of the time, I wanted to pull down my uncle’s shorts and see what his hide. But he was never let me.
I once told him, “Now I'll be the wolf and you the little girl…” So I could look into his basket. But my uncle, omg, he was so smart. He saw right through my clever trick and rejected it.
Is my uncle’s pickle still there?
I am an adult now and I know what men hide in their pants.
I put my hand on his pants. There was nothing hard thing there. I pulled down the zipper and my hand went in…
“We can’t…” he pushed me away.
Am I ashamed? Yes, very much… Do I regret it? Nope!… I can do anything for that proud man.
“Please... let me do it...” I looked at him with an wet smile.
“If we do this, I'll kill myself, Alice…”
I thought of something to convince him. A few sensible words…
“If one day your doorbell rings and you see me… If I cry and say, ‘Uncle Jack, my boyfriend cheated on me’…” It’s a weird scenario, I know, but who want to believe it, will believe. “If I say, ‘I lost my feminine feelings and I can’t have sex anyone’…” I brought my lips close to his ear and whispered in my hot voice. “Wouldn't you like to remind me that I am a woman?...”
“I want to, Alice… I want to, more than anything… you… my…”
I took his face in my hands, looked deep into his eyes,
“Me too.. I want to prove to you that you are still a real man…” my gaze were fiery and determined.
I took his shaking hand and placed it on my tits.
“Maybe chips, maybe not… You won’t know unless you smell it, Mr. Wolf…”
He grabbed by my waist and pulled me to him. He put his face between my tits and sniffed for a long time.
“I missed so much…” he moaned. “Oh Alice, I missed you so much…”
He haven't courage, so I undressed both of us. My blouse and skirt were scattered on the floor along with his clothes.
I took his hand, laid him down the bed. He was like an exhausted patient, he obeyed me silently.
I lay down next to him, my hand roamed over his face, neck, chest and belly. I held his dick. It was a lifeless, pale, soft piece of flesh. My hand massaged it for minutes while my lips roamed over his face, neck and chest. I had a little tired sparrow in my palm.
I got on top of him and lay down in the 69 position. I gave him full access to my peach he loved, and a big task for myself.
My lips found the unhappy sparrow's beak. I kissed and spoke with it. “I won't let you be called a shriveled pickle… You're a pilot's dick. You're an eagle. A hunter who spreads wings in the sky and flies freely. You'll be like that again. I love you, uncle Jack's dick!"
I took it all into my mouth, I crushed it with my tongue that sluggish organ and sucked. My peach was juicy bu he was hesitant. His warm breath tickled my hairless pussy but he still hadn't tasted it. I wasn't going to wait for him to decide. I pushed my ass into his mouth and felt his stubble on my pussy lips.
His tongue touched my pussy... He regretted it, pulled it back... He touched it again... He felt ashamed, turned his head away... I squeezed his face between my legs... His lips kissed my pussy lips... His tongue turned in my pussy hole...
He was both crying and licking my pussy. His mental health was terrible. But it will pass, uncle Jack, don't be sad... You continue to lick your nephew's sweet pussy... You'll forget all the bad days... I promise...
When I felt the first movement of the sparrow in my mouth, an indescribable joy filled me. It was as if the glaciers had broken and a creature that had been waiting to be discovered for thousands of years had emerged.
It's alive!.. I resurrected it..!
I sucked it with even greater appetite. My mouth was smacking, my saliva was flowing onto his balls. I was in awe of his dick that was getting thicker and bigger every second in my warm mouth. The bird no longer fit in its nest. I took it out of my mouth and looked at it with pride. I made this monument!
He spread my ass cheeks apart with his strong claws. He buried his mouth in my pussy. He pressed his nose against my asshole, slid his tongue deep into my wet pussyhole, and drank my juices with pleasure. We were both very horny. His dick was like a warrior regaining his former strength. It stood bravely on the battlefield and was looking for an opponent to fight.
His beard was scratching my ass and this was increasing my pleasure. I started to moan as thousands of tiny needles were being inserted into my ass and pussy.
He had no intention of stopping, my aroma was crazy him. He was drunk with feelings he had been hiding for years.
"Alice... oh, my sweet, lovely, cute, Alice..."
I heard him and worked more ambitiously with this incentive bonus. That dick is my goal. I'll make it a hard and solid obelisk. I owe this to my uncle.
"Eat it, uncle..! bite it..." While my uncle's tongue was beat my pussy, I wanted more.
I was done everything a girl can do with hands and mouth. That dick finally has to prove itself inside a real pussy. I trust him... he can do it... he has to!
I turned face to face. We looked at each other's eyes with lust like two lovers. I placed my lips on his lips and kissed him, amidst his astonished gaze. The taste of his dick in my mouth. The taste of my pussy in his mouth. Our tongues met, salivas mixed and teeth clashed. We were so hurried, it was as if it was our first sexual experience.
But he had probably pick-up a hundred women in his life and I had known a few boys too. Still, we were excited like teenagers having sex for the first time. As if I were a schoolgirl trembling with lust in his arms and he was the old teacher who had given in to temptation and betrayed his professional ethics for the first time.
We made love without knowing where to touch each other. His hands wandered aimlessly like a leaf blown by a storm. He caressed my ass, my back, my neck. Suddenly he stopped and suck my small tits. He give up and attack my belly. He turned me over in his arms, bite my ass, and quickly move towards my tits again.
What about me? I was no different.
I hugged him tightly and dug my nails into his back. While trying to kiss him, I bit his lips and made them bleed. While wanting to caress him, I was slaps him.
We were horny like two lovers who met after many years. I felt like this was going to be a wild fuck. Yes, I know and I want it… This is what my uncle needs the most..! To fuck his cute niece hard…
I lay on my back in bed, my eyes languid, my lips wet, my breath hot and lustful.
“Fuck me, uncle Jack…” I invited as my arms reached out to him.
My uncle lay on top of me. I loved the impatient pulsation of his dick head touched to the entrance of to my wet pussy.
“Alice…” he was going to say something. I put my finger on his lips and silenced...
“Hush… please… just fuck me...”
And he did..!
The moment he entered me, I realized that I had never been fucked before. No dick had ever made me as happy as that moment. It was as if my pussy belonged to his dick. Without feeling like a stranger, it was inside me as the real owner of my pussy.
My pussy clung to his dick like a glove knitted for him. Like a nut and bolt that fit together perfectly. It was as if every cock I had ever met had been a test drive. His dick was the one I owned and belonged to...
He started pumping calmly. He was himself again. Handsome, intelligent, master pilot who easily got women into bed. Experienced man who knew the female body very well…
He knew which buttons turns on which lights, where to touch, where to twist, pinch, bite, suck, everything. He was drive me crazy…
I burned with his fire as he fucked me with controlled beats. My body sizzled as if it had been hit by a rain of sparks. Waves of pleasure coursed down my spine and into my tailbone. My belly tingled and my mind went numb.
“Stick it in me, ohh, shove it all in me…” I dug my nails into his hips and pulled him me.
He was fucking me with intense desire. I was his most precious. I was his most beloved. I was his secret desire. I was his forbidden fruit. This knowledge was bubbling in my clouded mind and carrying my lust to the top of the mountains.
“Impalm me!… stab me!...” I begged for his cock. “Screw me, hit me, split me!...”
His pumping got faster and faster. He was now a locomotive and I was his wagon. He dragged me to the orgasm station. We hit the platform at full speed. I squealed over and over. I was surrounded by pleasure. My ears buzzed and tiny stars flew before my eyes. I gasped and pressed my body completely against his.
“Stop… Please, let’s just stay like this…” I cried.
He waited inside me, without moving his cock. He caressed and kissed my face. I could see his admiring gaze behind my narrowed eyes. He kissed my little nose, caressed my ears, his tongue ran over my lips. He waited patiently for the storm of orgasm that was shaking my body to subside.
When I started breathing again, he continued his pumping with slow movements. My pussy was very sensitive and every movement triggered a new orgasm.
“Are you okay, honey…” he asked with concern…
I was drunk with pleasure, I didn't want to talk, just to be fucked...
He watched my orgasmic-pink face,
“The cutest nephew in the world…” while caressing my messy hair…
I'm not that cute little girl… I had to put an end to my innocence in his mind.
“You’re fuck me so good, Jack…” I whispered in his ear.
I saw the sparkle of victory in his eyes, I had done it. Here was my uncle shining again. I encouraged him as he continued to pump me with great desire.
"Fuck me without mercy..! Tear apart your niece's sweet little pussy...”
My dirty words were working. I was breaking taboos. I was approving his lust and his secret desires were acquitted.
He fucked me like a truck without brakes. Like a stone rolling down a mountain. Like a mustang running free without reins.
My orgasmic attacks were clawing at my groin like a stormy ocean.
“Cum in me, uncle... make me your whore... I'm your fucktoy… fill my pussy with your cum...”
I could see lightnings his eyes.
"Alice... hhh... honey..." and he began to cum convulsively.
I didn't want him to escape, so I wrapped my legs tightly around his hips and pulled him to me. I deserved every drop of his cum. He clenched his teeth, breathed rapidly through his nose like a raging bull. He cum inside me over and over. I was like a bowl with full of hot soup.
When he finished cumming, I didn't let him out of my pussy. I wanted to get every last drop from his balls. I milked his cock by squeezing and relaxing my pussy muscles. I did this instinctively and the effect it had on him was amazing. I could see all the moods of pleasure changing places on his face.
He opened his eyes with satisfaction the service I offer to him and looked at my face. He saw me watching him with curiosity.
“you.. how.. a...” he couldn’t finish his words
“whore, right?…” I giggled.
The hard pulses was subsided and his cock softened. We both gazed lovingly at each other's faces. He could have watched me forever. Finally, I untangled my legs and let him out of me. He fell down next to me, taking a deep breath. We didn't speak and just stared at the ceiling for minutes.
I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my leg around his waist. While I sucked his fingers one by one he was caressing my hair.
“Did you look at my photos and jerk off…” I asked, curiously.
“Yes, I did…” he confessed.
“Me too…”
“What..?” he was surprised.
“When I first masturbated, I imagined you…”
“Really... how old…”
I whispered into his ear, his eyes widened.
"Wow, the new gen is starting so early..."
"We learn quickly..."
I straddled his stomach and caressed his chest hair.
“I'm in love with you…” I said with all my innocence, “I love you since the first day you came to our house in your pilot uniform…”
We looked at each other lovingly, his hands caressing my ass. Sliding down his belly, I settled over his sleeping cock and crushed it with my pussy.
“You were so handsome, still are… You’re my hero… The women of the town would try to get you into bed, I hated them all…”
“Really..?” his face showed a surprised yet happy expression upon hearing this.
He grabbed my ass and slid his hardening dick inside me again. My pussy was once again filled with his wonderful dick.
“Won't believe it..! While you were tasting my basket, I was feeling so lucky...”
“Ohhh, Alice…”
I was glad he moaned, he’s happy to fuck me…
“When you left, I felt so lonely… I missed you and cried for days…”
“And when you grew up a little and started masturbating…”
“I did it by imagining uncle Jack…”
“Sitting on my lap…”
“Caressing my tits…”
“Your fingers touched your pussy…”
“I dreamed your dick in my pussy…”
“Wow…”
“And I meet my first orgasm..."
I rose up on my arms, my waist curved like a bow. My nipples had grown and hardened. I gave them to his mouth. He pinched them between his teeth and rolled with his tongue. We entered our next fuck session together.
His cock was inside me all the way. I loved it when his balls slammed to my pussy. I was crushing them every time I sat down. I owned his cock. He owned my pussy...
He pushed the cowgirl off of him, bent me over, pulled my hair while he fucked me from behind. He was at the peak of his power and I was provoked him with every dirty word I knew.
You are my owner, I'm your slut... Hurt me uncle... I'm your dirty whore... Spank me harder... I'm your cocktoy... I am your cum bucket... I'm your fuckdoll...
We screamed with orgasms stronger than the first.
We fell into a world of zero gravity, where words were lost. We got lost in the clouds.
We stayed still for minutes…
Finally, I got up... He was lying on the bed, having exhausted all his energy. His eyes were shining with happiness. I was a happy woman too because I made my man happy…
As I put on my clothes I thought that mission completed. Good job Alice bravo...
Uncle Jack, exhausted and relaxed, he fell into a peaceful sleep... I leaned over and kissed her cheek and lips goodbye. I picked up the food tray and headed back home.
I went into my room, took a shower and lay down on my bed. Before falling asleep, I made plans for the wonderful evenings we would hang out together and I made up dirtier words...
When I woke up, I felt eased. The wonderful orgasms I had last night had sent me into a wonderful sleep, and now I felt alive and renewed. I ran down the stairs and into the kitchen. I took the milk carton out of the fridge and drank it...
“You have to do this…”
“No… I can’t… Please don’t force me, Samuel…”
I turned around curiously when I heard the voices. Mom and dad were arguing in the next room. Who has to do what? I don’t understand.
"If you don't do it, I have to..." said dad, he ignored my mom's objections.
Dad is a real ox..! He always forces my poor mommy to do things she doesn't want to do. What happened sir?.. Doesn't she want your dick?.. Mom says doesn't want to do it, why are you forcing her!.. What do you want, anal?.. I'm sure you want her asshole right now and she's not in the mood for anal sex...
I left the milk on the table. I am the only one who can end this argument. They never fight front of me.
“Whatsup guys, is everything okay..?” I sneaked into the room, smiling.
“Alice…!” mom screamed when saw me.
“How much did hear…?” dad asked.
“How much of what...” with my ignorant country girl look. “I didn’t hear anything, just came…”
Dad held mom's shoulder. "Do it... Or I will..."
I froze... What..! In front of me..! Disgusting..!
Mom looked at me with a pained expression on her face and, "Okay... I will..."
As I was getting ready to run out of the room, dad said, "I'll leave you alone..." and left the room.
"Alice... Please sit down, honey..." mom said.
I sat down next to her silently and held her hands, she was scared and shaking.
"Your father and I didn't always have a good marriage..." trying to gather the words in her head. "We had some problems..."
I didn't want to listen to this, but I couldn't stand seeing mom upset.
"I felt so lonely and unhappy, Alice, you know..." and her tears started to rain.
I wiped the tears from her beautiful face with my finger.
“His brother… He was a good person and he understood me… He told your father to be nice to me… That’s why they even fought…”
Oh, uncle Jack… I knew… You’re great… My perfect man…
“We shouldn’t have, I know… this is embarrassing… but Jack and I… Oh Alice… This is terrible…”
Can you say those last words again? Seriously, the lines got mixed up there and I heard some pretty ridiculous things…
“When I realized I was pregnant with you, it was too late for everything…”
“Pregnant with me…! Who…! Who…!”
“Your father and I decided to hide it from everyone…”
“Uncle Jack…! IS HE…! Mom, is he…?”
“I should have told you long ago, but I couldn’t, Alice…”
“UNCLE JACK…!” my forehead is on fire, I can feel my brain fried.
“He’s your real father… Alice…”
You feel like you've fallen off a cliff and your hands are struggling in the space, looking for a branch to hold on to... That's how I fell into the deepest space...
My tongue was tied. I could not move my mouth. My breath was like dry grass. A painful throbbing in my temples. The sound of breaking glass in my ears. Darkness... Deep darkness...
I'm naked on a boulevard covered in gray fog. Cars are passing at the speed of light. A car hits me and I float in the air with all my bones breaking. Just as I'm about to hit the ground, another one hits me. Now my flesh is being torn from my bones. I'm stuck to the ground like snot and I see the giant illuminated sign in front of me. HE IS YOUR REAL FATHER!… Another car passes over me.
“Alice… Wake up… Alice…” I opened my eyes as my mom’s soft slaps hit my cheek.
I’m lying on the couch. Dad has a glass of water… “Drink, honey…”
My lips touch the glass, the water flows into my mouth and I vomit quickly…
“Does he know…! Does he know this..!” I scream out in anger, panic, and pain “DOES MY UNCLE KNOW THE TRUTH…!!!”
“Of course, honey… of course he knows… That’s why, for years, whenever he wants to see his daughter, we let him come…”
Now you can explode, Alice…! But you should not explode like a funny balloon, but like a violent bomb. You and this vile world should explode and disappear right now.
I jumped up in anger. I walk on the grass with long strides, shaking the ground. My fists are clenched. Hey NASA! That meteorite that passes by the Earth every month! Tell it, I have a coordinate. Please can it fall immediately?
I kicked the door... I waited three seconds and punched it repeatedly. Open the door, damn it!..
He opened the door…
Shaved…
In his uniform…
His eyes shining, joyful…
He looked around to see if there was anyone else around and grabbed my hand and pulled me. As soon as we got inside, he hugged me. He took my face in his hands and looked into my eyes with love...
"You knew..." I said with hate.
"You're crying..." he kissed the tears that were running down my cheek.
"I'm not your niece..."
"Honey..." he grabbed my chin and reached for my lips.
"I'm your daughter..."
His lips were about to touch mine when he stopped.
“Have you become a man again, Dad…” I grabbed his pants, his cock was hard and ready. “Yes you are…”
“Let’s talk about this… at a more appropriate time…” he mumbled…
“When..? Like, before last night, is that appropriate… Do you have a time machine in your suitcase, Dad..?”
“Alice… I wanted to tell you… Believe me…”
“Yes… Everyone wanted to tell Alice… Mom, dad, you!..”
I started hitting him on the chest with my small fists. The more I hit him, the more his medals shook, and it made me angrier.
He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me against his chest, I sobbed.
His hands slid down my back and ran over my bottom.
I pushed him away violently.
I looked at him with frightening eyes.
“Get out…! Go and never come before me in my life..! Jack…” I'll never call him uncle or father.
“That’s what I was going to say, honey…” he said. Pointing to his suitcase… “I’m going… I’m better now… Thanks to you…”
I was getting angry as I looked at his smiling face like a hyena.
“How can you go…! Scoundrel…! How can you leave me without you…!”
I attacked him in a senseless fit of hysteria. I dug my nails into his arms. I kicked his knees and hugged his neck.
He opened the door. When he came out, I was hanging from his neck and struggling.
“You can’t go!… Don’t leave me!…”
While my mom and dad looked at us from afar, they saw the delirium of a young girl who had reunited with her real father after years.
But my tragedy was much more than that. On the same day, I had lost my uncle, found my father, and lost my lover. I didn’t know which trauma to choose.
“Get out! Fuck you pervert..!” I was kicking him out and hugging his feet “Pleeease… I beg you, don’t go, I need you…”
A taxi came in front of the house. My uncle, my father and my lover, all three of them left me at the same time. I looked after them with hatred, pain and regret. “I hope you die, old pig..!”
When I got home, I was a wreck. Mom was angry with dad because he forced she to tell the truth. I stood in front of my dad “Thank you, sir… You saved me from living with a lie…” I looked at mom with hatred and went to my room.
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