Date: Thu, 8 Nov 2012 08:34:53 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Uncle and Aunt. Part One.

          This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All
comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

    Part One.

  It was just three weeks after my eleventh birthday that my mother and
father died in a car crash. They were two of six that had been killed in a
big collision on the motorway. Six cars, one towing a caravan, and two big
haulage trucks. It was believed that another truck had overtaken the
caravan and had been so close to it that the suction of wind pulled the
caravan into its side, hitting it and making it swing back to the left and
then to the right. This was then hit by another car that sent both swinging
off both left and right. Another car ploughed into the caravan which was
now sideways on to the original lane it was in, being hit by another car,
tipping the caravan over and then having two haulage trucks smash into both
cars and knocking another over to be crushed as the truck itself turned
over.

  This was on a Friday night and I had got home from school and had done
the washing up of our breakfast things and waited for them to come home,
dad collecting mum from work. It wasn't till nearly seven o'clock that I
really began to worry as they normally got home around half six. I kept
checking out the window, waiting to see the car pull into the drive but to
no avail. By eight o'clock, I was going frantic, so I rang my aunt who
lived two streets away from us, just in case they had stopped off there. No
answer. I rang three times without having the phone at their end being
picked up and I was now in a panic.

  Shortly afterwards, I heard a car pull up outside and a quick look
through the window, saw that it was two cars, neither did I recognise,
though had a thought that the first one could be the one that my uncle
owned, not really taking in that the second car was belonging to the
police.

  I quickly got the front door open for my auntie to come in first,
sweeping me up off my feet and hugging me as she carried me into the lounge
followed by my uncle and two policemen. Auntie was crying as she sat down
on the sofa, still holding me tight and I then knew that it was bad news
and started to cry myself.

  `Mummy and daddy won't be coming home tonight,' she sobbed, `so you will
be coming with us.'

  `Why?' I managed to ask, hardly seeing her through my tears.

  `There's been a big accident and...and, mummy and daddy were hurt,' she
said, her voice muffled with her face buried in my shoulder.

  `Bad?' I was able to ask.

  `The worst,' was the answer.

  This really hit me for she was actually telling me that they had died in
the accident. This made my heart leap up into my throat and I could hardly
breathe. My crying increased as the news sank in that I was never going to
see my parents again. My uncle and the two policemen were a blur to my eyes
as I heard my uncle thank them and said that he and my aunt would look
after me and he shook their hands before they left.

  He then came over to us sitting on the sofa and stroked the hair on my
head.

  `I'll get some of his clothes Becky,' he said to my aunt. Her name being
shortened from Rebecca while his was Roger, though I had always called them
uncle and auntie. He left us and I heard him go upstairs as I was still
being cuddled by my aunt. The crying of us both eased a little, enough for
her to speak properly.

  `We'll now be looking after you Norman,' she said, tears still running
down her cheeks as she kissed me. `You'll come and stay with us,' and we
sat there for a while longer till uncle came back into the lounge with a
suitcase in his hand and patted auntie on the shoulder.

  `Let's go now Becky. Put him in the car while I lock up here,' he said,
and so auntie carried me out to the car and I saw the house lights being
turned off and a few minutes later, uncle came out with the suitcase and
made sure that the front door had locked properly before putting the
suitcase into the boot of the car and then coming round and getting into
the driving seat.

  With their house only being two streets away, it took less than five
minutes before we pulled up outside and I was carried inside after uncle
had opened the front door. By now, we had both stopped crying though her
eyes were quite red and puffed as mine must have been.

  `What would you like to eat?' she asked, having taken me into the kitchen
and sat me down at the table there.

  `Not...nothing auntie. I don't think I could eat anything,' I said,
stifling any more tears that threatened to start again.

  `Okay. I don't feel like eating either. Let's get you upstairs and washed
and into bed,' she said, picking me up from the chair and taking me out of
the kitchen. At the foot of the stairs, she called out to
uncle. `Roger. Can you bring Norman's case up to the spare bedroom while I
wash him.'

  `Okay,' I heard him answer as I was taken upstairs and into their spare
bedroom where auntie began taking my clothes off as uncle walked in with
the suitcase and put it on a chair there and opened it up before giving me
a weak smile before leaving the room. With me now being undressed and
naked, stood there as she rummaged through the clothes in the case.

  `No pyjamas,' I heard her mutter. `Never mind,' she said to me as she
rose up from her knees and taking my hand, led we out to the
bathroom. There I stood, naked as the day I was born as she washed my face
and neck before drying me and taking me back into the bedroom and pulling
the top covers down and helping me into the bed and tucking the covers
round me.

  `Sleep will be the best thing for you,' she said, seeming to not say what
others words she might have had to comfort me. She leaned over and gave me
a kiss and waited till I closed my eyes before leaving the room.

  I must have fallen asleep, but for how long, I don't know, but I woke up
screaming, knowing that I had just had a horrible nightmare and sat up in
the dark room as the door suddenly opened and I felt my aunt's arms come
round my shoulders.

  `There, there,' she crooned as she held me to her. `You've had a bad
dream,' she said, laying me back down in the bed. `Let me give you a
cuddle,' as she then got into bed with me. It was only then that I felt
that she was as naked as I was, feeling her bare flesh up against mine as
she cuddled me, a breast being squashed against my chest as she held me in
her arms. She moved about in the bed still holding me. `This might help,'
and I felt her pushing a breast up to my mouth and the nipple brushing
against my lips which opened and began to suck on it as she held me
close. The panacea seemed to work for it wasn't long before I drifted off
to sleep sucking on her tit.

                                                       *

  Auntie wasn't in bed with me when I woke up and saw that it had gone past
eight o'clock and the room was full of daylight. I got out of bed and went
to the toilet for a pee before returning to get dressed. She must have
heard me moving about for she called up to go down for some breakfast. I
went downstairs and into the kitchen and got a shock, for she was by the
stove naked. Well near enough, for all she had on was a small pinny seeing
the big tapes hanging down covering the crease in her bum. She turned round
at me walking, in letting me see that she had big full breasts, one of
which I had sucked in bed that night. The little pinny was one that a
waitress would wear, it covering her pussy, wearing it so that she wouldn't
get her private parts splashed by any oil.

  `Sit yourself down,' she said, not in the least ashamed at being naked in
front of me. I sat down but couldn't keep my eyes off of her big tits as
she put some food that she had cooked, onto a plate and put it down in
front of me. She then sat down opposite me and I spent more time looking at
her bare front than at my plate and I still can't recall what it was that I
was eating. She gave me a grin. `You never seen a naked woman before
Norman?' she asked.

  `N..n..no,' I stammered.

  `Well you'll get used to it. Your uncle and I always spend the weekend
without clothes on. You'll soon get used to it and should really be the
same as us.' I was gobsmacked, for over the years I had visited them, they
had always had their clothes on and now I was being told that they didn't
dress over the weekend unless they expected visitors. `You might even like
being naked yourself with us like this.' I didn't know how to answer this
and tried to think of what to say.

  `Where's uncle?' was all I could think off.

  `Seeing to things that have to be done,' she said enigmatically. Which I
later learned that he'd been to the morgue to verify that it was my parents
that were there and also going off to a funeral parlour to arrange what had
to be done. He was out for most of this Saturday to see a solicitor to
arrange things. I'll carry on with this for other things cropped up during
the week and it's better to say it all now.

  No will was found in my house or at the bank they had used, so without
there being a will, the house and contents, including whatever money was in
the bank plus insurances, would be shared half and half between me and my
aunt. The coroner placed me in the care of my uncle and aunt to be my
guardian as I would be living with them and with the house being sold, all
monies that would be my share, was put into a trust fund that would then
become available to me when I reached the age of eighteen, though I would
be given an allowance each month until that time came around.

  I didn't go to school that week even though it was only one street away,
as I didn't think I could cope with people giving me their condolences
until I had really come to terms with having lost both parents which wasn't
until after the funeral which took place the following Saturday.

  Uncle, who owned a small shop where he and auntie worked, had been closed
for the day though auntie, who normally worked there with him during the
week, stayed home with me. The shop itself was one that sold wool and all
the accessories that went with knitting, patterns, buttons etc. My aunt
also made dresses there to orders that she got, having some of her work
displayed to show that she did indeed turn out some excellent ones. She
also did some of the working on these at home, which she did during the
week that she stayed home with me.

  But back to this Saturday. I was quite embarrassed at seeing auntie
walking about the house without any clothes with her giving me little jobs
in helping her, which really was an effort on her part to keep me occupied
and not give thought to what had happened to my parents. With her being
naked, moving around with me worked, for my thoughts were mainly on her
nakedness.

  It was only in the afternoon, after her trying all morning to get me to
take my clothes off, did I do so, and it seemed very strange to me, moving
round the house as naked as she was. We only had a snack lunch and I helped
her prepare food for dinner and when uncle called out from the hall that he
was home, auntie left me in the kitchen to meet him. I couldn't hear what
was said, but she must have told him that I was now like her, naked, for a
short while after she had returned to the kitchen where I was, uncle came
in.

  Another shock for me as it was the first time that I'd seen a fully grown
man naked. He looked quite strong though his muscles were only briefly
looked at as my eyes were immediately drawn to see his flaccid cock hanging
down from his pubic hairs. It was at least four times the size of mine and
I was now really embarrassed at mine being so small by comparison and
couldn't help but blush.

  He gave me a grin as he came over to me and tousled my hair with his
fingers. `Glad you've joined the club,' he said, still running his fingers
through my hair. `This hair is so soft Norman, and a lovely colour too. You
should grow it longer which I think would suit you. Don't you thinks so
Becky?' he asked of auntie.

  `Yes.' She agreed, giving him a kiss. `It's almost blonde, and he's got
the face for it too.'

  It was this remark that came to haunt me later.

  It took some time for me to become used to seeing uncle move about the
house as naked as both auntie and I were, though it was her tits that drew
my eyes as well as seeing that she had shaved her pussy and was as bare as
my small cock was at the time.

  We had dinner and it was after this that he went into the lounge while
auntie did the washing up and he called me in.

  `How's your English at school?' he asked. Now that was a question that
was hard to answer.

  `Er, well, I suppose it's average,' I told him. He was sitting in a chair
near the fireplace and was holding a newspaper.

  `Well let's see shall we. Come over here,' he said, beckoning me to him
and he then pulled me down to sit on his lap. Now this was another shock to
feel his cock up by the crease of my bum and felt it move as he settled
himself down with me now on his lap. He handed me the newspaper and told me
to start reading out loud what was printed.

  I was a bit uncomfortable at where I was sitting and as I began to read,
started stuttering as his hands were now round my waist as he held me
there. But I soon got to speaking properly and had him correct me if I
pronounced any word wrong and also told what some words meant when I asked
what was the meaning of certain words that I'd never come across in
school. I really began to learn my English with sitting in his lap every
evening and reading out what the newspaper had printed and got quite used
to sitting on his naked lap, feeling his cock under my bum. It was later
that he began to play with my dick as I sat on his.

  At eight o'clock, I was sent up to bed and after being given a goodnight
kiss from auntie, I settled down to sleep, but found that I was missing my
mum and dad and so cried myself to sleep. I had that nightmare again that
night and must have screamed or shouted out before waking up in a cold
sweat and had auntie come into the room again and get into bed with me to
calm me down. Like the night before, I had her tit put in my mouth to suck
and nibble at the nipple at the same time until I drifted off to sleep.

                                                        *

  It was wanting a pee that woke me up in the morning and after brushing my
teeth and having a wash, did I return to the bedroom and unconsciously
started to get dressed and then realised that they expected me to be as
naked as they were going to be, so I took off what I had put on and went
downstairs to find them the same as the day before, bollock naked.

  We had breakfast, after which we were shooed out of the kitchen and I
found out that they had the Sunday newspaper delivered, and so it was back
to sitting on uncle's naked lap to read to him from the paper. Though I was
told to ignore reading out the advertising that the paper held, there being
quite a few that filled many pages. Auntie later joined us and did some
sewing of a dress that she was making, listening to the news that I read
out until lunch time.

  She let me help with the washing up afterwards, a chore I used to do with
my mum of a Sunday. We watched television afterwards. Me sitting in uncle's
chair while he sat next to auntie, his arm over her shoulder and slowly
massaging a tits as they watched the screen.

  Dinner was really only a snack as we were still full from lunch and at
eight o'clock I was packed off to bed again and kissed goodnight by auntie
and was soon asleep, though it wasn't my dream that woke me up but because
of my aunt getting into bed with me and putting her tit in my mouth again
to suck, but this time, taking hold of one of my hands, brought it up to
the other tit for me to do what I had seen uncle do whilst watching the
television. So now I had both tits to see to and quite enjoyed it before
falling asleep.

                                                     *

  Monday to Friday was virtually the same. Breakfast before uncle went and
got dressed to go and open the shop. Auntie staying home with me, not going
to school this week, both of us being naked all day. I help do some house
cleaning and then watched her do some more sewing of the dress she was
making. In fact there were two; one for the shop customer, the other a
surprise. Uncle would come home and get undressed to be like us, naked, and
we'd have dinner and then I would sit on his lap and read the newspaper for
him. Each night, auntie would come and get into bed with me and have me
suck on a tit and play with the other. I was now getting to like going to
bed.

  I found out on Friday afternoon what and for whom the surprise dress was
for when auntie put it on me.

  `But this is for a girl!' I exclaimed as she began to put it on me.

  `Boy or girl, it doesn't matter. I just want to see if I made it right,'
she told me, doing little adjustments once it was on me. `Now let me brush
your hair.'

  This she did, me sitting down on a chair as she did so, bringing my hair
forward instead of it being brushed back, so that I had it both sides of my
face.

  `You look absolutely perfect,' she said, getting me up and turning me
round and round so that she could see all sides of the dress that I was now
wearing. `You know. You would make a good model for the shop. Showing off
the dresses I have made. I'll have to ask Roger what he thinks.'

  I was speechless, standing there in a girl's dress. Okay, it felt more
comfortable than trousers, but that's not the point. I was a boy and not a
girl, though when auntie took me up to her bedroom and stood me before the
wardrobe mirror, I saw myself looking back at me and I could have sworn
that I was indeed looking at a girl and not myself. My hair framed my face
and quite frankly, I looked charming. I even did some quick turns both left
and right for the dress to swirl round my legs and even when I smiled at
myself, would have believed that it was a girl in the mirror.

  `I'm home Becky,' came the voice of my uncle and I started to panic being
dressed as I was, but auntie stopped me from taking the dress off and held
me till uncle came into the bedroom.

  `My my,' he said looking at me. `Is it Norman or Norma I see before me?'
I started to blush at him seeing me wearing this dress. `Whichever, you
look lovely. Lovely enough to kiss. Even though I know who it is, you still
look so gorgeous that I will kiss you anyway,' and he went down onto his
knees and pulled me towards him and kissed me on the mouth. At the same
time, he pulled me close up to his body and being held so tightly to him as
he kissed me, I felt his cock harden up inside his trousers. This made me
blush even more not quite knowing what to do or say. `You look perfect with
your hair brought forward like this,' he said as he ran the fingers of one
hand through it. You know Becky,' he began, turning his head towards where
she was standing, a big smile on her face. `If he was to wear this in the
shop, you'd sell twice as many than you do now.'

  `I was going to say the same thing to you,' she cried. `Doesn't he look a
dream?'

  `He does indeed,' uncle said, letting me go and standing up before moving
across the room to undress.

  `Well it turned you on,' she said when he was completely naked. I didn't
know what she was talking about as he had his back to me, that is until he
turned round and for the first time, saw a man with an erection. To my eyes
it looked huge though it was only about six or seven inches in length, but
to me then, it was massive. I had to turn away from looking at it sticking
out in front of him and quickly pulled this dress off and passed it over to
auntie, looking down at the poor sight of my dick compared to his. For some
reason, I felt ashamed of what I had compared to him and quickly left the
room and went downstairs, not hearing what was said as I left, but heard
auntie give out a giggle before they both came down too.

  I fussed around in laying the table for our dinner and uncle called me
into the lounge where I slowly went and was glad to see that his cock was
back to its normal state, him then sitting down with his newspaper and
beckoning me over. So now it would be alright to sit on his naked lap and
read from the newspaper until auntie called out that dinner was ready.

  Now that became a sombre affair as he said during the meal that the
funeral of my parents was being held the next day at eleven o'clock at the
local crematorium. This brought on a flow of tears from me and it ruined my
meal and quickly left the room and went up to my bedroom where I laid on
the bed and cried my eyes out.

  It wasn't long before auntie came into the room and sat down on the bed
and pulled me over onto her lap and pushed a tit in my mouth to suck to
calm me down. There was a difference in this now for instead of pulling my
other hand up to her other tit, her own hand kept moving up and down my
chest, the edge of her hand moving across my small dick in the process.

  My body then seemed to come alive at feeling this and for the first time
in my life, my dick actually grew bigger at the way it was being stroked,
until it was standing out like uncle's had earlier. It still wasn't any
where as big as his, but it was hard and stuck out from my groin and my
heart really began to thump inside my chest when auntie took it in her hand
and gave it a rub and a squeeze.

  `You're going to be as big if not bigger than your uncle I think,' she
said, finally letting go of it. `Now get into bed and I'll bring you up a
cup of hot chocolate.' She got up from the bed and helped me get under the
covers and leaving the bedside light on, left and went downstairs. My dick
was still up hard and began to rub it until my hand ached and gave up for
it to soon deflate. As promised, she brought me up that cup of hot
chocolate and left it on the side and went back downstairs.

  When the chocolate had cooled down a little, I drank it and turned out
the light but couldn't get to sleep. I lay there in the darkness, thinking
of mum and dad also lying in darkness though in coffins. I had seen them
before, but not ones that held my parents and I would be seeing them
tomorrow during the funeral.

  True to form, auntie came into my bed again and began to cuddle me.

  `It's not going to be good for you tomorrow so what you've got to
remember is that your uncle and I will take their place and look after
you. We might be saying goodbye to them but they will always be with us for
we'll never forget them,' she said, stroking my cheek and feeling the tears
that were now coming out from my eyes. I was then given a tit to suck,
which I did, feeling and moulding the other in my hand until I fell asleep.

                                                       *