Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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I grew up in a tight-knit family. My parents, grandparents, aunts, and uncles are all pretty wholesome people... all with the exception of my Uncle Joe who had been locked up the majority of my life. Apparently, he was always in and out of the county jail and finally did something bad enough to get sent to prison for a longer term.
I'd never learned what he was in prison for, and to be honest it didn't matter.
I'm Chad. 18, 130 pounds, 5'4" tall. I've got blonde hair and gray eyes. Smooth, pale skin... and a swimmers build. I'm gay, but not out to my family... just close friends. I mean, if you met me you'd probably figure it out pretty easily... I'm a theater kid, I teach tap dance at the youth center in my spare time to make extra cash.
Basically a twink.
Anyway, after getting denied for parole several several times Uncle Joe was finally being released in the next week or so.
The original plan him to stay at my maternal grandparents' home, but due to the restrictions of his release he couldn't be within a certain distance of a school. He also had to be close to the one of the locations he'd have to go to for the classes that were part of his release. This made our house the only other option--a double wide trailer with three bedrooms and two bathrooms. The trailer was weird because it had two master bedrooms.
This sounds cool, but it's actually an inconvenience because guests have to go into one of the master bedrooms to use the bathroom.
Mom and dad shared the larger master bedroom, I had the master bedroom at the other end of the trailer, and the third bedroom without a bathroom would be where uncle Joe would sleep for the time being. We'd just have to clear out all the junk that dad, a bonafide hoarder, had stuffed in that room that resembled a storage shed filled to the brink with old furniture and musical instruments dad said he'd fix and sell for profit eventually.
Dad drove trucks and had a long week ahead, and mom didn't really want to get her hands dirty, so it was left up to me to clear out the room and drag all of dad's junk to the garage. It was senior year in high school, so I only went to school part of the day anyway. Well, the day arrived to go pick up uncle Joe from the greyhound station. Mom made me go with her because it was getting late and she didn't want to be at the Greyhound station alone since it's in a sketchy part of town where lots of homeless people hang out. We got there and waited in the parking area as the sun went down waiting on Uncle Joe.
As each bus went by we'd check the number/city until finally Uncle Joe's bus arrived. I hadn't seen uncle Joe since I was about 4 or 5 years old so I didn't really know who to look for as the people Unboarded the bus, then finally mom said "Oh there he is right there! Let's go see if he needs help with his bags. As I got closer, I felt butterflies in my stomach. Uncle Joe was a looker!
He stood 6'4" and was built like one of the characters in a Spartan movie. His head was shaved bald and he sported a natural tanned body. He was wearing a dingy wifebeater, but you could see the tan line of the t-shirt he clearly wore daily out on the recreation yard in prison. There were tattoos all over his arms, hands, and neck. Uncle Joe was inked!
His legs were like tree trunks under the sweatpants he wore, and I couldn't help but notice the print of his long dick hanging downward to the right. On his feet he wore socks and what had to be prison issued flip flops. "There's my Stinky!" He said as he held his arm out wide for my mom as she ran then jumped into his bulging arms. Who knew she had a nick-name?
His voice was so deep it rumbled like thunder.
...and he had this really thick country accent. Sure, my family has rural roots, but he sounded like one of the characters on The Beverly Hillbillies lol. As he lifted her up into the air his shirt went up a little, and his pants down a bit, showing the deep athletic "V" shape near the front/side of his waist... which was also covered in Tattoos." And this must be Chad!" he said as he stepped over to me and gave me a bear hug.His strong bicep bruising across my lip as he did, giving me a taste of his salty sweat. "You're not a little boy anymore, eh Chad?" He said.