BURIED AND FORGOTTEN....

MY youngest uncle was stabbed to death at the age of 29 in 2004 and though we were all devastated the entire family understood and had long ago predicted that due to his behavior and the risk he always took in life would eventually get him arrested or killed.he was selfish,disrespectful and was often arrested for getting into fights in the street and stealing motorcycles.it's easy to understand why he had so many enemies and never made any attempts to change his life around since he was of fifteen and experienced his first arrest,due to his limited education the only agencies that would hire him in n.y.c.was hand-truck deliveries to sewing factories in broadway and union square.nobody in the family would let him live in their homes because of his negative behaviors,my mother being the third eldest of my grandfathers five children [four since his death] decided to let him live with us.without mentioning my age i will assure you that i was VERY YOUNG back then and couldn't understand why it was my friends all young girls my age and nearby neighbors stopped coming over to play or spend the weekend for our usual slumber parties.

the agreement between my mother and uncle was he could stay but had to work and help with the rent,stay out of trouble and babysit me from time to time if she had to work overtime or went on one of those girls night out with her friends though she rarely did.my father back then was a merchant seaman and would be gone for months at a time every year which eventually led to their divorce and though he usually sent money to cover our expenses my mother enjoyed working as a nurse and helping others [i'm also a nurse today]...true be told there was no need for my uncle to pick me up from school or babysit since my mother was offered help from close neighbors who's daughters were my friends at school and where i lived but because i didn't mind or felt uncomfortable being alone with my uncle at home my mother agreed,she had told me even before he moved in to let her know if anyone ever touched me sexually,said or made me feel uncomfortable in those regards....

But apart from flirting with the woman in the street when he picked me up from school or used profanity when he occasionally ran into a friend while on our way home i was practically invisible in his presence,its not to say he wasn't nice to me or paid me any attention at home but he often just stayed in his room next to mine while i did my homework,talked to my friends who visited or just sat in the living room watching tv...though for all his faults and careless need to destroy his life my uncle didn't use drugs but often drank 40oz bottles of old english beer,my mother didn't mind as long as he didn't abuse the privilege and it was funny when he would call my mother at work when she worked overtime to report all conditions in the home.he'd stand at attention as if my mother could see him and salute her as if he were in the army saying check...her homework is done,check the house is clean...check dinner was served...check your cat is sleeping...check she took a bath and brushed her teeth...check i'm drunk..check she's right here waiting to talk to you sir...and i would get on the phone laughing to talk to my mother.

One day i remember it was right before valentines day because my mother was excited about preparing to go on a date with some guy she had met at work that my uncle got a little too drunk and came out of his room wearing only his tight fruit-of-the-looms cotton underwear's which of course was against my mothers rules,i was sitting by the window in the living room playing with my etch-a-sketch and just stared at him in stunned silence,i couldn't...wouldn't or honestly didn't know how to respond or stop looking at the huge bulge between his legs.i don't think he knew what he was doing because he was unable to stand straight and talk normally asking me if i fed the crat and did my homewook,when all i could say was [huh] he told me to forshet it and went back to his room.obviously i had no idea what THAT thing was in his underwear and waited a while before going to his room to tell him about my mothers rules but he was asleep.young girls tend to be curious and i honestly was so instead of closing his door and calling my mother to report him i walked over to the side of his bed to just stare at the bulge in his underwear,i had the strange temptation to reach over and touch it but left his room closing the door behind me...the next day he waited for my mother to go to work to thank me for not saying anything,i don't know why but feeling he could trust me i decided to trust him and just naturally asked him what THAT thing was he had.it must have been the longest uncomfortable stare we ever had before he asked me if i wanted to see it and my response was to look around the living room as if to make sure no one was around.he seemed to laugh nervously as i waited,it's every young girls shock to see a mans penis for the first time and his was a major shock due to it's size and thickness,though i was voluntarily allowing my uncle to demonstrate and expose his huge dick there wasn't any intention on my part to go any further but being naive and young it led him to believe that i would just play along and let him fuck me.he made every attempt to convince me to let him remove my panties but i kept telling him NO and warning him that i would tell my mother so he slapped me,realizing what he had done he apologized telling me after we both calmed down that he just wanted some pussy and even had the nerve to ask me if i could get one of my friends specifically sylvia [not her real name] to come over.having obviously said NO he finally backed off when i agreed not to say anything to my mother,the next few days my mothers new boyfriend visited and of course he was respectful,friendly and very nice to me...contrary to my uncle who would always stare at me in disappointment though i never told him that there were times i thought about letting him as he said back then....get some pussy.though my mother and new boyfriend were always at home those first few days they had met there were times i wanted to once more be alone with my uncle and when he was around we'd often stare at each other in silence.my mother and her boyfriend having notice this behavior ask me one day if everything was okay but of course how could i ever tell her what had happened and that i wanted to let him.my uncle was killed two weeks before my birthday of that year.later a scenario similar to this true confession would repeat itself with my mothers boyfriend but my mother caught us just at the moment when i was naked from the waist down with my back to her when she walked in unexpectedly from work while her boyfriend who was home that day was sitting in a chair in our living room masturbating...THE END