Uncle Jack…

He’s a pilot..! I’m talking about my dad’s brother, Jonathan W. Barber. Uncle Jack is a pilot.

I haven’t seen him for years. I remember him coming to our house when I was a little girl. I was dazzled when he walked through the door in his blue uniform. Wow, my uncle so handsome! All the women in town were love him.

But my uncle’s favorite was me. He never got tired of spending all his time with me. We was go to the pool together, play games, and joke around. My uncle’s lap was my playground. He was says me “Alice, you’re the sweetest niece in the world.”

My dad didn’t like him very much. He said his brother was an irresponsible rascal and didn’t like his visits. But my mom was tell him, “He is your only brother Samuel, you should give him a chance…”

Years later, when uncle Jack came to our door again, I saw that he had changed a lot. Maybe, as a child, I thought he was taller. His hair had turned white, his face was full of deep wrinkles, hadn’t shaved for days and a sad look in his eyes. I was very sorry to see him like this.

But still, he was my uncle Jack. My first handsome prince…

“Uncle Jack!..” I hugged him with kisses.

“Oh my!.. Alice…! You’ve grown up! Such a beautiful young girl…” He is always kind and complimentary to women.

“High school is over last month, uncle Jack… Guess who was the prom queen?” There are so many gossips I want to tell him.

As I untangled my arms from his neck, his shy eyes turned to face my dad. There had been a cold wind between them for years.

My parents and uncle Jack had a brief meeting at the dinner table. My uncle talked about happens of past few years. He had divorced his wife. His life had been ruined by alcohol and gambling, and he was broke now. He was unhappy, depressed and hopeless. He needed help, and was here.

“If you promise not to drink that shit in this house…” said dad.

My uncle began to cry. “I quit… Samuel, I swear… I never drink…” he took a few boxes of antidepressant pills out of his pocket and put them on the table. “Here… I’m getting treatment…”

Dad was not willing to help, but he agreed. He couldn’t throw his brother out on the street. We gave him our guest house. One room, one bathroom, and a small kitchen counter. It was enough for him. An ironic ending for a man who had lived in a big mansion in the past, and lived his life in wealth and luxury.

I helped him settle into the guest house. He had come with only one suitcase. Out of all his wealth, this suitcase was all that was left. I smiled at him lovingly. “You don’t look too bad, uncle Jack. Don’t worry, you’ll be better soon…”

For days, he didn’t leave the guest house. I thought he was sleeping all day because of the medicines. I was bring him food evenings and I was see him crying most of the time. He was very unhappy. I wasn’t want to see him like this. Where was cheerful, playful uncle Jack to my childhood’s?

One evening, I served him dinner and stayed in his room for a while to chat. He told me about the bad things he had befalling. His ex-wife had cheated on him many times. Moreover with his closest friends.

His wife “Your shriveled little pickle doesn’t satisfy me, darling…” and they had group-sex in front of his eyes.

My uncle was devastated, of course. He wanted to die right there, but he was submitted to his wife.

When my uncle told me his sad story, I felt empathy for both him and his wife and I pictured them in my mind.

A woman who was moaning lustfully between many thick cocks and wanted to take them all. Naked bodies mixing each other. Hard cocks fucking his wife’s pussy and asshole and she begging for third even fourth.

In the meantime, my poor uncle watching them and crying.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt both lust and pity. I wanted to help him, to touch his wounds, to heal them. I wanted to make him feel like a man again, I owed it to him. He was the one who made me laugh the most when I was a child. My best memories were the times I spent with him.

“Do you remember, uncle Jack, you used to tell me stories…” I moved closer to him.

“I remember, the little girl and the wolf…” his eyes sparkled as he remembered the old days and smiled.

“While you were telling me that story, I was sit on your lap…” and sat on his lap slowly, “Come on, uncle Jack, tell me that story again…” put my thin arms around his neck.

“Okay, Alice… You know I never say no to you…” he smiled, maybe first time in years.

During that terrible period, he had felt be failure and useless. The touch of my skin, my scent, my cheerful mood and my chirpy voice had done him sweeten up.

I took his hand and placed it on my leg, just like before years.

“Once upon a time, in a distant village, there lived a girl named Alice…”

“Like me..?” I asked with wide eyes.

“Yes, honey… She was a beautiful, very cute little girl… just like you…”

“Am I beautiful..?” I shyly blushing.

“You are so beautiful, sweety…” he smiled warmly. “Alice, while walking in the forest, came across a huge wolf.” At this part of the story, he deepened his voice like a wolf. “Where are you going, little girl..?”

I am the actress of the story and I answered. “I’m taking chips and beer to my grandmother…”

“Oh, I want to smell the chips…” said the wolf, putting his big wet nose close to my neck and sniffing it deeply. “Hmmm, are you sure that’s a chips, little girl? I think it smells like vanilla and strawberries…” with deep voice.

“That’s the smell of my skin, Mr. Wolf. The chips are in my basket…”

“Then I have to smell in your basket. Show me your basket…”

I was showing him my skirted bikini “Here it is, Mr. Wolf… you can smell my basket…” and, the wolf was taking me in his arms and smell my basket with appetite.

“Wowwww. That’s the best thing I’ve ever smelled. But it’s still not chips. I think it’s a peach…” he was say and I giggling.

This part of the story was funniest. “Then you can look in my basket, Mr. Wolf. When you see it with your eyes, you’ll see that I’m not lying…” I was open my basket and show it what’s inside.

The wolf was look inside my basket with admiration and his mouth watering.

“Now do you believe me, Mr. Wolf… I told you…”

“Hmmm… Are you sure this is a chips, little girl…”

“Why don’t you taste it, Mr. Wolf..?” I was giggling.

He was lift me up in his arms, he press his mouth to my belly and making purrrrr as he tasted my chips. I was giggling until pee.

I really wanted him to tell the rest of the story of the little girl and the wolf. Who knows, how much was funny. But uncle Jack, “When you grow up and become a young woman, I’ll tell you the second part of the story…”

“I’ve grow up, uncle Jack, I am a woman now…”

I was sitting on his lap, my arms around his neck and smiling warmly at his face.

“Come on, let’s start the second part of the story…”

“I’m not sure about that, honey…” A dark sadness settled on his face. “Maybe you should go back to your room…” he pushed me off his lap.

He turned his face silently and started to cry.

I didn’t mean it! I didn’t want to embarrass him.

“Please don’t cry..!” I touched his shoulder.

He couldn’t look at me, “They’ve ruined me, Alice…” taking his face in hands “I’ve lost my manhood…” He cried with sobs…

There was nothing I could do against a crying man. I left him alone and left his room. I walked to the house. My mom saw my sadly face and wondered.

“What’s happen, Alice… you look pale…”

“I feel sorry for uncle Jack, mom… Can’t we do something for him?”

“Oh, honey. You’re such a caring girl…” stroked my cheek. “Don’t worry about your uncle. I’m sure he’ll be fine…”

When I lay down on my bed, I was still thinking about uncle Jack. His miserable face, messy white hair, dull gaze, made me sad. He lost his manhood. Can’t I help him find it? I have to do something. I thought about this for days. My uncle had obviously lost all his self-confidence. I have to give it back to him…

That evening, before taking food to his room, I took a shower and shaved my pussy. I put on my transparent, aqua green blouse and pleated white mini skirt. No underwear, I wanna him to see my tits. I hope, this hot girl wakes my uncle’s manhood.

While he was eating, I wandered around the room with aimless steps, looking at the empty walls. He still hadn’t opened his suitcase, looked like he was ready to leave at any moment.

“What’s in your suitcase, uncle Jack..?”

“Nothing… just stuff…” he said without looking at me.

I opened his suitcase…

His uniform..!

Oh, he still carry it… I took it carefully and left on the bed.

“You should wear this…