I Love My Uncle

For the first 13 years of my life I didn't even know I had an uncle.

My father had never mentioned his much younger half brother (same father). Actually my drunken asshole of a father never mentioned much of anything about his side of the family.

It wasn't until one summer day when I was 13 a beat up old car pulled into the driveway of our rural rundown home and the young man who go out introduced himself as Jake, my 20 year old uncle.

I didn't believe it at first. But he gave me a crash course on our family tree (more than I had ever heard before, apparently grandpa was quite the cheating man whore). He had heard of me through the gr**e vine but him and my dad didn't get along so he never got the chance to meet me. But he had heard that my mom had passed away and he wanted to check in on me.

My father was at the bar and not home. And when my uncle noticed the house was a mess and there was no food he took me out to eat.

He was so kind and funny. I felt so comfortable with him.
Turns out he was semi-homeless at the time and living out of his car but that didn't stop him from coming over almost every day that summer and spending time with me.
He gave me new(ish) clothes and I always had food when he was around.
We would often sit in his car late at night and talk. Just talk. About everything.
We talked about how we both had shitty childhoods. He shared with me that he had been abused by some of his mom's boyfriends and I shared that a friend of my dad's had done the same.
I had never had anyone care so much about me. I felt so loved.
I started having sexual fantasies about him.
One night we got talking about sex. And the conversation was turning me on bad and I made a move on him in the dark. I was so scared he was going to be mad or reject me but he was the opposite.
Honestly I can only explain it as making love. He was so gentle and checked in with me so much and kept asking me if i was sure before we moved further.
I count that night as losing my virginity.
After that I kind of just didn't go home and was with him all the time.
He would tell me he loved me and talk so sweet to me.

Fast forward a few months of us living together sort of on the streets and he ended up getting in legal trouble and got arrested.
I was able to lie to folks about us and how he was just my uncle taking care of me and he didn't get in any trouble about me but I got sent to a foster home.

I didn't hear from him after that and was so honestly crushed by it. Felt so abandoned. So alone. I never even tried to look for him.

But, fast forward again until I was 18. I had graduated school at 17 and had been living on my own in a little studio apartment and working.
One day I am going out to work and there is my now 25 year old uncle Jake leaning against my car smiling.
He apologized profusely about leaving me and explained how he ended up getting involved with a felony and had been in prison. But he said all the right things and I was so happy to see him that we ended up back in my apartment having sex again within a few minutes. I was late for work that day. Lol
He moved in with me and we have been together ever since. I am so happy with him. He is still the most kind and gentle person I have ever met.
We have different last names and we now never tell anyone that we are actually related or that we got together when I was so young.
All of our coworkers and new friends have no idea.