It was a weird fucking day…that turned into one of the greatest experiences of my life. I can remember everything about that day, twelve years ago, when I became a man in the way that men judge manhood – and a hero in the eyes of the beautiful woman who made me a man. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. You'll need a little background before I get to what I'm going to tell you about.
When I was fifteen, my mom's youngest brother Frank got married. He lived about 300 miles away from the rest of the family and, as the wedding was going to be held here, we didn't actually meet his bride until about a month before. Now, I was a typical fifteen year-old guy – basically a walking hormone. I had an image in my mind of what a beautiful woman looked like and all of the requisite fantasies – models, actresses, you know the drill. But when I went to dinner that night at the steakhouse in our small town, beauty took a new form.
Uncle Frank's fiancé was an absolute knockout to me. I don't know if it was just her looks. I mean, she was pretty, there was no denying that. She just wasn't "typically" pretty. Nor did she have a model's body. Her body was nice, but I'd seen better. I think it was her attitude, her sense of humor, and her kindness that made her attractive to me. Don't get me wrong – physically she had a lot going for her, but she was by no means perfect. But she was perfect to me – shoulder length light brown hair, sparkling brown eyes, a pretty, open face and a great smile. When she smiled, her whole face lit up, and it affected those around her. Her breasts were nice and full, she had a slight roundness to her belly, nicely flaring hips, and a gorgeous, full ass that made me want to sink my teeth into it and never let go. She was beauty. She was Annie.
Over the next couple of years, I saw Uncle Frank and the lovely Annie quite often. She didn't like for me or my sister to call her "Aunt Annie" – she said it made her feel old. I didn't mind because it put a little more distance between us – it eased that taboo incest thing for my adolescent fantasies. I was painfully shy at the time, though, and could not bring myself to kiss her. I had thought that she would be able to sense my love and longing for her with a mere touch of my lips, not to mention the tenting in my pants that I was sure would happen. At a couple of family gatherings, she asked me to dance, which I was more than happy to do. Once, in the middle of a slow dance, I had to excuse myself, feigning a need to go to the bathroom. She was shocked that I would leave her on the dance floor, but I couldn't help it. She would have plainly felt the hard-on that she created pressing against her.
In the three years they were together, I did odd jobs at their home – yard work and such. It gave me a chance, first hand, to see how terrible Uncle Frank was to her. When he drank, which was often, he felt the world owed him. He became emotionally abusive to Annie, and once even physically to me, under the guise of teaching me to box. I think I was as relieved as she was when he finally was gone. I guess we all had known it wouldn't last. The following Saturday, much to Annie's surprise, I showed up on her doorstep to work.
"Paul, what are you doing here?" she asked with surprise upon opening the door.
"What do I do here every Saturday?" I replied, giving her a peck on the cheek and breezing into the kitchen to fill the big bottle of ice water that I kept outside with me on hot days.
"I thought that since your uncle left…" she said letting her thought just trail off.
"Okay, hang on," I interrupted, "First of all, he's not my uncle – he's a prick who I happen to be related to. I don't like him very much, never have – especially after how he treated you and how he treats the whole family. Second, you still need your yard work done and stuff fixed around here. Third, I can always use the extra money, and working in your yard helps me keep my gut off, since I'm not playing football anymore. Now, if you can't afford to pay me, that's okay, because I like doing it anyway. And fourth…" I could feel the heat beginning in my face and I knew that I would start to stammer, I always did when I was embarrassed, so I looked down. "Fourth…I…I like you, okay? And doing work for you…kind of gives me an…uh…excuse to see you…once in a while…." I saw her feet move into my field of vision and I looked up. She had tears in her eyes and before I knew it, she had wrapped her arms around me in a hug.
"You are so sweet, Paul," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "I thought the whole family would hate me. I know your grandmother does."
"Grandma's stuck in the Old World," I said, hugging her back, "She believes in 'till death do you part.' I believe in it too, but I also believe in 'till he becomes a drunken asshole every night do you part.'" She started laughing and I kissed her on the cheek, breaking our embrace. I turned away, gathering my water bottle and trying to hide my reaction to her embrace, though it was evident in my shorts.
"So…are we cool?" I asked, heading for the garage door.
"We're cool…and Paul?" she said, stopping me from leaving just yet, "I like you too. And you're welcome here anytime not just to work but anytime you want to visit. You don't need an excuse." I smiled at her and went out to the garage to get started.
And so it went on like that, week after week. I was there when Annie's divorce was finalized, and she brought out a bottle of champagne to the backyard, and we popped that sucker open and drank toasts to her straight from the bottle. More often than not, she would join me outside when I worked – sometimes helping me weed in the garden, sometimes just to talk a little about just about everything under the sun: what I would be studying in college, dating, how things were at work for her, just everyday stuff. And sometimes, I can't help but smile when I think of it now, but sometimes she would come outside in a bathing suit and pull up a chaise lounge to sun herself as I worked. More than once I cut a furrow into the lawn with the edger or nearly cut my finger off with the pruning shears while gazing at her tanned, gorgeous body as she spread coconut tanning oil all over herself. To this day, the smell of coconut oil gives me a hard-on.
One Saturday, I had to take my parents to the airport in the morning, so I arrived at Annie's house just after noon. The folks were going on a vacation, which thrilled the hell out of my sister and I. When my folks went out of town, all bets were off we both came and went as we pleased and loved that we didn't have to check in even with each other. When I pulled up to her house, I noticed Uncle Frank's T-Bird in the driveway.
"Oh, great this'll be fun." I thought, as I parked and got out of my car. Coming up the walkway toward the house, I heard yelling coming from inside. Annie and Uncle Frank seemed to be really going at it. I stood outside the door, not knowing whether I should knock, go on in, or leave them alone and go around the back – until I heard Annie scream, "No, Frank! No, noooo!"
I burst into the house and saw Annie on her back on the living room floor. Her shirt was ripped open and she was struggling beneath Uncle Frank, who had pinned her down, with one hand over her mouth and the other at her throat. His fly was open and his dick was sticking out. There was no mistaking what his intent was. I had heard of people "seeing red," but I didn't know exactly what they were talking about until that moment.
Uncle Frank stood up, obviously drunk, and started talking to me, but I didn't hear a word he said - just the rush of my own quickening pulse thundering in my ears. Annie just lay where she was, sobbing and shaking with fright. At that point, instinct took over. Now I had never been a great football player in high school, because I had no great love of the sport. But being six foot three and a nearly solid 260 pounds didn't hurt, unless you were the other guy. I ran and flung myself at Frank, driving my shoulder into his gut. He was off his feet and flying back with me to the wall, crashing against it, the force driving my head into the dry wall. My head spun, but I felt no pain, adrenaline does that to you, I guess. I bent down and picked my uncle up, twisting one arm behind his back. My other arm was around his throat in a chokehold, which was making it harder for him to catch his breath. I didn't really give a shit whether he caught his breath or not.
"Annie? Come on, hon, you've got to talk to me now." I yelled, holding tight to my struggling uncle. "Annie, are you okay? Did this motherfucker hurt you?" Annie was sitting up now, and she shook her head no.
"Good! Now, what do you want me to do with Mr. Fuckhead-wannabe-rapist here?" I taunted Frank. "Do we make him promise to be a good little boy and let him go?" I turned my head more to Frank. "And he will be a good boy, or I swear to God I'll end his sorry-ass life quicker than I just took him down. Are you straight enough to understand that, jackoff?" I increased the pressure on Frank's arm and around his throat, he couldn't form words, but moaned and nodded that he understood.
I turned back to Annie. "Or, you can call 911 and let the cops take him. He might do a couple of days before they let him out, but that'll give you enough time to get a restraining order on him. And, restraining order or not, my promise stands. I'll fucking kill him if he ever goes near you again." I didn't think I could get angrier than I had been, but I did. I started twisting the arm behind his back higher and higher. "You understand that, don't you, needle-dick? Huh? You like raping women? I should kill you right fucking now and get it over with." I heard a wet snap and my uncle screamed in pain. I eased the pressure, but kept a hold on him, coming to my senses a bit. "Holy shit, I broke his fucking arm!"
Annie got a look of puzzlement on her face and allowed herself the tiniest of smiles. "You didn't."
"He broke my fucking arm, you stupid bitch!" my uncle screamed, "Are you happy now? My fucking arm's broken!"
