Date: Sun, 9 Sep 2007 22:37:20 -0700
From: Brad Dey <brad_ontop@hotmail.com>
Subject: His Bitch: The Way It Was

This is a work of pure fiction.  None of the characters are real and the
theme of the story involves incest.  If this subject offends the reader or
is illegal to review where you live, then move on. This material is not
intended to be read by minors.


From as far back as I can remember we have always lived with my uncle.
Being that I was only six when my Dad, my brother Sean and I came to live
in the big old Victorian house on Fourth Street, I really have no
recollection of our family life before that.

I vaguely remember my Dad trying to explain to Sean and I that our Mother
had found someone else and had decided to move to another State.  So for as
far back as I can remember my family has consisted of the four of us.

My Dad did not work.  His job was to look after us and take care of the
house.  As I got older I should have clued into certain things that would
not be considered normal.  For instance in the mornings my Dad who had a
very nice well toned body always walked around with only a jockstrap and a
white T shirt on.  Some times the hair around his butt would be all matted
and moist.  There was also that smell that in later years I came to
recognize as the very distinct smell of cum.

Even though the house had six bedrooms Sean and I slept in our single beds
in one room and my Dad and Uncle Craig slept in a queen size bed in the
room directly across from us.

I was always an early riser and would head down stairs to watch morning
cartoons.  Without fail as I would pass my Dad and Uncle Craig's room I
would hear grunting noises and many times would hear a slapping sound.

Uncle Craig was a lawyer and always dressed in a nice suit for work.  Dad
would get up and start breakfast for us all and Uncle Craig would sit and
read the morning paper.

One morning I got up from the TV during a commercial to see if I could have
a piece of toast.  As I approached the kitchen I could see Dad bent over
the kitchen table with Uncle Craig in behind him. What I saw next totally
confused me.  As uncle Craig stepped away from Dad I saw his big fat uncut
dick sticking straight out of his suit pants.  I remember at the time
thinking maybe he had to go pee and was in a hurry.  These are the kinds of
things you think of when you are six.

There was also the time I needed to get Dad to sign my permission slip to
go on the trip the Aquarium.  Mrs. Rush had given it to us a week before
and on the morning of the field trip I woke up in a panic and remembered I
had not given it to Dad to sign.  It was very early but I was anxious to
get his signature.

I listened at the my Dad's bedroom door to see if he was up yet and could
hear my Uncle and Dad talking so I assumed it would be okay to go in.  As I
have already said what I witnessed next did not make any sense to me until
several years later.  Dad was on his side and Uncle Craig was right in
behind him in a spooning position.  My Dad had his jockstrap on but I could
clearly see a huge bulge in it.  Uncle Craig was completely naked. Upon my
entrance Dad quickly pulled the sheet up to cover them.  As I was
explaining to Dad what I needed I could feel the bed moving and my Uncle
had his face pushed into the nape of my Dad's neck. All of a sudden my
Uncle just yells out uncontrollably "Fuckin A ... fuckin A."

With out skipping a beat or any reaction to my Uncle Craig's outburst Dad
simply signed my paper and I left the room.  As I was walking back to my
room I heard my Uncle say something I had never heard before.  He told my
Dad to go down and get some coffee on and hurry back because he wanted to
use the cunt some more.  I had no idea what he was talking about but in
time I came to learn this and so much more...