Part 24 โ Ella looks after her sick Uncle
Hey! My name is Ella and I'm going to tell you about my month in Spain looking after my sick Uncle.
No sooner than I'd got back to my parent's home at the start of the summer break, my Mom told me that her brother had been seriously ill and was now back at his home, but wasn't able to look after himself. My Mom was hoping that I would volunteer to go and spend a few weeks taking care of him until he was able to cope on his own again.
A bit of background - I hadn't seen Uncle Henry for about 10 years. He'd been married once, but they had split and he'd gone to live in this very remote, area of Spain. Basically, he'd cut himself off from the world that he'd known and gone to live the quiet, simple life.
My Mom knows how to pick the right time to ask me for something, and how to ask it. I'd just got back from a very hectic year at uni and I had told her that I just wanted to chill for a couple of weeks before looking for a summer job. Mom sold it to me by telling me that all I had to do was a bit of housekeeping and the rest of the time I would be able to soak-up the sun. What's more, Uncle Henry would pay me to look after him.
Spain is a country that still has good weather in summertime and Mom told me that my Uncle lives in a village so remote that I wouldn't need much with me apart from a couple of good books. I packed a few clothes in a small bag and set-off.
One early morning flight, two bus rides and I was on a third bus that would take me to my Uncle's village. I was glad that I had chosen Spanish as my foreign language at school. I hadn't spoken any Spanish for over a year, but I could still remember enough to get by.
I had told the bus driver where I wanted to go to and he'd told me that he'd let me know when it was time to get off. Well, the bus stopped in the middle of nowhere and the driver shouted that I was there. I went to the front of the bus and repeated the name of the village to the driver. He pointed to a dirt track and said the name again.
'WTF have I let myself in for' I thought as I got off the bus. A woman and three kids got off the bus as well. One of the kids was a boy of about 10 years old, and the two girls looked about 12 and 14.
I looked at the woman and said the village name. She pointed up, along the dirt track and said, "Si." Then she started walking. The kids followed her, so I did as well.
It didn't take long for me to be grateful that I'd worn Sandals and not heels. Also, knowing that it would be hot there, I was only wearing a short, thin skirt and a loose cotton top; nothing else.
We walked for about two miles into this valley, most of it up hill When we turned a corner, there it was; a cluster of about 20 houses. All of them looked a bit run-down.
As we got closer, I saw a policeman, with a gun, walk towards us. He said something to the woman then turned to the kids. What happened next shocked me. The two younger kids put their bags down and stripped naked.
I stood there thinking WTF is going on?
As the kids picked up their clothes and bags and started walking on, the policeman turned to me. What happened next shocked me even more. He said something about an inspection, and pointed to my skirt.
Not really understanding what he wanted, I just stood there.
"Tener la falda fuera," he said again. Could he really be telling me to take my skirt off?
When his hand moved to hold his gun I decided that maybe he did want me to take my skirt off, so I let go of my little suitcase, unfastened my skirt and let it fall to the ground.
There I was, wearing only a top and sandals in front of this rough looking policeman who had his hand on his gun.
The policeman bent down and looked closer at my pubes. I was glad that I'd had a shave before I left home that morning. The policeman then put one hand between my knees and prised them apart.
I was shocked, scared, and getting very turned on. I could feel my pussy get wet and wondered if he could see my juices and my swelling clit that had come out to see what was going on.
The policeman stood up and told me to take my top and sandals off. When I was completely naked he asked me what I was doing there. I told him that I was visiting my Uncle Henry.
The policeman's face completely changed. He relaxed and smiled and said, "Enri, si, si." He then shouted after the kids and the older girl came back to us.
The policeman said something (way too fast for me to understand) to the girl. She looked at me then waved for me to follow her.
As we walked through the little village (with me still naked) I saw a few naked, young kids wandering around.
The girl stayed a couple of yards in front of me, and led me to a house on the outskirts of the village. She pointed to the house and said, "Enri!"
I knocked on the open door and a middle-aged woman turned and looked at me. I introduced myself and the woman looked happy. "Bueno, bueno," she said and came and hugged me. She seemed totally oblivious to the fact that I was naked.
She welcomed me in, and said something about me being younger than she expected. She told me that Uncle Henry was sleeping and that he would sleep for about 6 hours. She pointed to a glass and a packet of powder.
I started to put my skirt back on, but she stopped me, saying "Enri se explica."
Then she left.
I just stood there feeling totally confused. After a couple of minutes of total silence I started looking round. Uncle Henry's house is a very simple, the front door opens into a largish room with an open-plan kitchen in one corner. There are 3 doorways at the back of the main room. I say doorways, because there are no doors. One leads to a little bathroom (toilet, shower and sink); the second leads to a small bedroom; and I found my Uncle in the third. He was fast asleep on the bed, covered in a thin sheet. It was obvious that he was naked under the sheet as I could see the shape of his penis lying on his stomach. A reasonable size it was too.
I guessed that I would be staying in the smaller bedroom and put my case and the clothes that I had been wearing, in there. I was stood looking in to my Uncle's room again, with my eyes focused on the bulge in the sheet, when the woman came back with some food and drink for me. She put them on the table then came and stood behind me. Looking over to my Uncle she said that he is a good man, and then with a grin on her face, a big man.
We went and sat at the table and while I was eating she told me that my Uncle is liked by everyone in the village and that he is the head of the village council. Everyone had been sad when he'd been taken ill. She explained that shortly after he moved there, the village went through a very hard time and that he had helped them through those bad times. She thanked me for coming to look after him, but at the same time she again said that she was surprised that I was so young.
I asked her why I had been made to strip naked, and why other children in the village were running around naked. Isabella told me that it was one of the cut-backs that my Uncle had suggested. He'd asked why we were spending our hard earned money on clothes for our children when they seemed to be happy running around naked. Of course, he'd added that once the kids reached puberty they should start wearing clothes; he said that puberty is a hard time for kids. One of the elder men had asked how they should determine the age that the kids should start wearing clothes, and everyone agreed that the time was when they started growing pubic hair. That was the most obvious sign.
I laughed to myself and wondered what it would be like in England if we had such a law. Half the female population, and some of the men, would be walking around naked.
I asked Isabella about the powder near the drinking glass. She told me that it was an old remedy that the elders of the village used when people were having trouble sleeping. It knocks you out for five or six hours and my Uncle had been told that he had to get plenty of rest and sleep; he'd asked her for some. Isabella told me that once you've taken it nothing will wake you until it wears off.
After a long slow talk, Isabella left and my Spanish was getting better.
I went and checked on my Uncle again, and had to smile when I saw that there was a tent in the sheet. Remembering what Isabella had told me, I went and stood over my Uncle and looked down at the tent. I could feel myself getting wet and I got in a mischievous mood. I slowly slid the sheet down the bed until his penis was exposed.
I stood and stared at it for ages whilst I got wetter and wetter. I had never had the chance to study a man's genitals in such detail before. I wanted to touch it but I was too scared.
I suddenly realised that my right hand was on my pussy and that my fingers were rubbing my clit. I couldn't stop, and before long I came all over my hand.
I had an attack of guilt and pulled the sheet back over my Uncle before going and lying on my bed.