First a bit of background:
My aunt and uncle got divorced about six years ago. Since then it?s just been my aunt, her three sons. My aunt sees my uncle once a month when he comes and sees his kids for a weekend as he lives in Dallas and she lives here in Houston. I?ve also haven?t seen my aunt with another man since the divorce since she wants us to grow up before she gets involved in a relationship again.
The Event:
About four weeks ago my uncle called my aunt up in a drunken rampage and screamed at her for a good hour about how he was cheating on her while they were married, how he?s not going to pay child support and how my aunt was the scum of the earth. This caused my aunt to fall into an emotional breakdown and she was pretty ****ed up that night. I went over to see my cousin David that night and she was completely drunk, so being the fun aunt she is I asked what she was drinking. Honestly I?ve never seen someone so drunk in my entire life, even at Roxy when I used to go. She was telling me about the phone call and how she wished my uncle would just die. She was really open with her feelings and emotions and she was telling me a lot.
She offered me some Vodka and I took it, gotta love Grey Goose! I love Vodka and I really just wanted to help her out. The last thing I wanted to do is refuse something from her and then have her start crying again. I had about seven shots and I started to feel a little ****ed up when she put her arm on me. She always wants to spend time with me, but I think at times she can be a little too ?chummy? if you know wtf I mean, and she kinda got that way right then and there?.. I just accepted it I was really too drunk to care.
I?ve never thought about my aunt in those 'funny ways' before, not even the slightest. She?s my aunt for **** sakes, but man she looks good...
My aunt told me to close my damn eyes and she kissed me on the lips. What....the ****!!?!!! I didn?t know what to do so I just sat there.
?You look good you know?..Gabe.?
?Nah Gabe, that?s not what I meant?.?
She put her hand on my lap over my junk and then kissed me again. She then started kissing me like?.. use your ****ing imagination. She then pulled off her shirt and mine and pretty much pushed me onto the floor. She was on top of me and there was really a damn thing I could do but have myself go from drunk dick to hard ****. Then we made a huge mistake and um?yeah?. you know?. we finished up and she left to go to the washroom to clean up. I don?t remember anything else about the night, I think I passed the **** out. In the morning she never mentioned it at all and she acted completely normal.
The Problem:
Everything went fine up until today when my aunt called me up at work on my cell.
?Gabe, something happened and we need to talk. It?s really important?
I didn?t know wth was going on, maybe my cousin was in a car wreck again or something like he always is... he got a bike recently and I've been kinda counting the days until he crashed it sadly.
?What?s up.?
?I don?t think I can explain it to you on the phone, you need to come over so we can talk.?
I told my aunt that was alright and I?d go over to her house after I finished my **** around the house.
I get to her home and I see that my aunt is sitting on the couch. Her face was all red, and I could tell that something really bad happened. It looked like she was crying for a long time, all I could think was something REALLY REALLY bad happened to my cousin.
?What?s wrong?? I asked her.
?Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute so just sit right there and I'll tell you all about how I came to this town call Bellaire.
In west Philadelphia born and raised on the playground is where I spent most of my days chilling out, maxing, relaxing out acting all cool shooting some b-ball out side of the school when a couple of guys that were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said you moving with your auntie and uncle in Bellaire.
I whistled for a cab and when it came in the license plate said fresh with a dice in the mirror if anything I can say that this cab was rare, but i thougth naw forget it, yo homes to Bellaire.
I pulled up to the house i grabbed my things and I yelled to cab yo homes smell ya later I looked at my kingdon I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bellaire.?
My aunt and uncle got divorced about six years ago. Since then it?s just been my aunt, her three sons. My aunt sees my uncle once a month when he comes and sees his kids for a weekend as he lives in Dallas and she lives here in Houston. I?ve also haven?t seen my aunt with another man since the divorce since she wants us to grow up before she gets involved in a relationship again.
The Event:
About four weeks ago my uncle called my aunt up in a drunken rampage and screamed at her for a good hour about how he was cheating on her while they were married, how he?s not going to pay child support and how my aunt was the scum of the earth. This caused my aunt to fall into an emotional breakdown and she was pretty ****ed up that night. I went over to see my cousin David that night and she was completely drunk, so being the fun aunt she is I asked what she was drinking. Honestly I?ve never seen someone so drunk in my entire life, even at Roxy when I used to go. She was telling me about the phone call and how she wished my uncle would just die. She was really open with her feelings and emotions and she was telling me a lot.
She offered me some Vodka and I took it, gotta love Grey Goose! I love Vodka and I really just wanted to help her out. The last thing I wanted to do is refuse something from her and then have her start crying again. I had about seven shots and I started to feel a little ****ed up when she put her arm on me. She always wants to spend time with me, but I think at times she can be a little too ?chummy? if you know wtf I mean, and she kinda got that way right then and there?.. I just accepted it I was really too drunk to care.
I?ve never thought about my aunt in those 'funny ways' before, not even the slightest. She?s my aunt for **** sakes, but man she looks good...
My aunt told me to close my damn eyes and she kissed me on the lips. What....the ****!!?!!! I didn?t know what to do so I just sat there.
?You look good you know?..Gabe.?
?Nah Gabe, that?s not what I meant?.?
She put her hand on my lap over my junk and then kissed me again. She then started kissing me like?.. use your ****ing imagination. She then pulled off her shirt and mine and pretty much pushed me onto the floor. She was on top of me and there was really a damn thing I could do but have myself go from drunk dick to hard ****. Then we made a huge mistake and um?yeah?. you know?. we finished up and she left to go to the washroom to clean up. I don?t remember anything else about the night, I think I passed the **** out. In the morning she never mentioned it at all and she acted completely normal.
The Problem:
Everything went fine up until today when my aunt called me up at work on my cell.
?Gabe, something happened and we need to talk. It?s really important?
I didn?t know wth was going on, maybe my cousin was in a car wreck again or something like he always is... he got a bike recently and I've been kinda counting the days until he crashed it sadly.
?What?s up.?
?I don?t think I can explain it to you on the phone, you need to come over so we can talk.?
I told my aunt that was alright and I?d go over to her house after I finished my **** around the house.
I get to her home and I see that my aunt is sitting on the couch. Her face was all red, and I could tell that something really bad happened. It looked like she was crying for a long time, all I could think was something REALLY REALLY bad happened to my cousin.
?What?s wrong?? I asked her.
?Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned upside down and I'd like to take a minute so just sit right there and I'll tell you all about how I came to this town call Bellaire.
In west Philadelphia born and raised on the playground is where I spent most of my days chilling out, maxing, relaxing out acting all cool shooting some b-ball out side of the school when a couple of guys that were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said you moving with your auntie and uncle in Bellaire.
I whistled for a cab and when it came in the license plate said fresh with a dice in the mirror if anything I can say that this cab was rare, but i thougth naw forget it, yo homes to Bellaire.
I pulled up to the house i grabbed my things and I yelled to cab yo homes smell ya later I looked at my kingdon I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bellaire.?
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