My Uncle Benny Pt. 2

My Uncle Benny Part 2


Hey everyone! Sorry it’s been so long, it’s been a crazy summer! Thank you so much for the positive feedback and nice messages. I really didn’t think that anyone would care, or miss our tale.

I don’t plan on retelling my Uncle’s full story, but more of a filling in of details that he missed, or wasn’t aware of.

This next is a few months after our first encounter. I hope you enjoy it.

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“Brittni!”

I slapped my friends shoulder. Maybe harder than was necessary.

“What?” She looked not the least bit offended. “I can’t help it if it makes me wet!”

“Ewww! You are so gross! You don’t have to tell me that!”

It was a Monday afternoon. Brittni and I were sitting on her bed, and I had just finished up telling her about my most recent weekend with my Uncle Benny. We are absolutely the best of friends. We talk about everything, and I do mean EVERYTHING.

“Hey,” She looked at me defensively. “It’s not my fault that listening to your stories about you and your boyfriend makes me hot!”

I felt the smile melt away from my face. I looked down at my hands, and played with my fingers. “He’s not my boyfriend.” I said meekly.

“WHAT?” Brittni exclaimed. “You spend EVERY weekend with him, you talk about him constantly, and you two have been fooling around for months now. I’m pretty sure you call that a Boyfriend.”

Without looking up, I sadly replied. “He’s never asked me.”

“Asked you what?” Britt responded.

“He has never asked me to be his girlfriend!” I looked up, and Brittni seemed to sense my plight. “Cassie talks about how Cole brought her flowers, and asked her to go out with him. Uncle Benny never asked me…” I felt like crying.

“Really??? Cassie and Cole?” Brittni looked at me and rolled her eyes. “Cassie falls in love with a new guy every other month! And Cole? I’m surprised he even has to wear a football helmet! A couple of concussions would probably improve his brain function!”

I looked at her aghast. “They are our friends!”

Without a hint of guilt, she smiled back. “I know! Think of what I might say if I didn’t like them!”

“I just don’t know what to think.” I put my head down again.

Brittni scooted over and put her arm around me. “What you have is WAY better than that! I’ve never asked you to be my best friend, but you keep showing up here.”

Despite myself, I had to giggle. I really did have the best friend in the world. “No one else would take the job!”

“Oh! That hurts.” she replied. “Besides… I’m not sure that older guys Really think about things like that. Maybe it doesn’t matter to him.”

I knew she was right, but that didn’t help. “It matters to me.” I said softly.

She squeezed my shoulder. “I know it does! So what’s the problem? You love him right?”

I thought about my uncle, and couldn’t help but grin. Every time I saw him, my insides seemed to flutter. I missed him so much when he wasn’t around, and hated to leave when the weekend was over. I simply loved being with him. And when we kissed… Even now, it’s like my head might explode when ever our lips meet.

“Yeah! I love him.”

“Well… That was pretty obvious! Do you think he loves you?”

“He’s my uncle. Of course he loves me.”

It was Brittni’s turn to hit me. “Do you want my advice or not?” I put my hands up in defense. “Is he IN love with you?”

I seriously thought about it. Our last few months together, how gentle and loving he had been. All of the things we had done, besides the sexual stuff. My smile stretched across my whole face. “I think he might be.”

Britt’s smile matched my own. “He’s TOTALLY in love with you!”

I had to frown just a bit. “Then why won’t he make love to me?”

“Because he loves you, you idiot!” Having a friend like Brittni means having genius insight, it does not mean you are going to get loving sympathy.

“Huh? Don’t guys always want sex?”

“Listen you moron… If Uncle B wanted to just perv out on some young chick, he could have HAD you weeks ago. From what you have told me, you have been more than willing to continue what was started. The fact that he has this much control shows how much he cares.”

Thinking of my recent sexual experiences, I had to agree. While at first, I was scared to think about where this was going, I now found myself wanting things to progress. I hadn’t asked him to go farther, but every time things seemed to be leading to more, he backed off.

“I want him to see me as a woman, not as some little girl that he watched grow up.”

“I really doubt that’s what he thinks! Have you told him you are ready?”

“No.” I have always been able to talk to Uncle Benny about everything. This was something that was new, and way too hard to talk about.

“I think that any real relationship needs communication. Have you talked about what you found out about your great grandma and your aunt?”

“No” I responded. “I don’t know if that’s the whole problem. He is also concerned about the whole incest thing.” The debate seemed so stupid to me. “I didn’t ask to fall in love with my uncle! Why should that matter?!?”

“It doesn’t! Remember what Mr. Phillips says. The three keys to winning a debate are Research, Research, and Research.” She pulled her laptop out of her case. “Let’s see why everyone is so against my BFF’s happiness!”

Brittni was in her element.