Bi-Sexual Female / 20
I'm not sure about putting this out here, but it might make me feel a little better.
My uncle used to get off with me on his lap.
Whenever my parents went dancing or to the movies, I'd have to stay with a babysitter. Anyway, I remember she stopped coming over. I found out years later that she had gotten pregnant.
So sometimes I'd have to stay with my uncle (on mom's side). He lived close by.
I remember he smoked pot and drank beer in front of me.
Well, at first, it was fine. I would sleep in the back bedroom and he would stay up until my parents came home.
One night he let me watch a scary movie and I couldn't sleep. I thought someone was going to get me or something.
He said I could watch TV with him for a while. I sat with him on the couch for about an hour until I couldn't keep my eyes open. He said to sit on his lap and he would take care of me while I rested.
It was some time later that my eyes came open. The volume was really low and there was a naked lady and guy on TV and they were really going at it. To make matters worse, my uncle was slowly rocking me forward and backward against himself. The movement was barely noticeable, but the stiffness in his crotch was hard to miss. When I cleared my throat, he suddenly changed the channel and picked me up and carried me off to the back room. He didn't stay or anything. He just pretended that nothing happened.
I'm not sure how long it was, but as soon as I was over again, he insisted that we watch scary movies. The pattern repeated. That time he picked me up and tried to sit down with me facing him in his lap. I just said it was uncomfortable. It was too because he was already hard. It wouldn't go very far, but he started wearing old sweatpants with nothing underneath. I remember feeling everything moving down there. It was rolling around under me until it went soft. I didn't even move. I could feel my heart beating hard. I knew what he was doing, but I felt a little bit like it wasn't a big deal. Kind of like having a secret.
He moved farther away and got married. I moved on and really didn't think much about it until I saw him a few years back. It was as if he didn't even remember me.
My uncle used to get off with me on his lap.
Whenever my parents went dancing or to the movies, I'd have to stay with a babysitter. Anyway, I remember she stopped coming over. I found out years later that she had gotten pregnant.
So sometimes I'd have to stay with my uncle (on mom's side). He lived close by.
I remember he smoked pot and drank beer in front of me.
Well, at first, it was fine. I would sleep in the back bedroom and he would stay up until my parents came home.
One night he let me watch a scary movie and I couldn't sleep. I thought someone was going to get me or something.
He said I could watch TV with him for a while. I sat with him on the couch for about an hour until I couldn't keep my eyes open. He said to sit on his lap and he would take care of me while I rested.
It was some time later that my eyes came open. The volume was really low and there was a naked lady and guy on TV and they were really going at it. To make matters worse, my uncle was slowly rocking me forward and backward against himself. The movement was barely noticeable, but the stiffness in his crotch was hard to miss. When I cleared my throat, he suddenly changed the channel and picked me up and carried me off to the back room. He didn't stay or anything. He just pretended that nothing happened.
I'm not sure how long it was, but as soon as I was over again, he insisted that we watch scary movies. The pattern repeated. That time he picked me up and tried to sit down with me facing him in his lap. I just said it was uncomfortable. It was too because he was already hard. It wouldn't go very far, but he started wearing old sweatpants with nothing underneath. I remember feeling everything moving down there. It was rolling around under me until it went soft. I didn't even move. I could feel my heart beating hard. I knew what he was doing, but I felt a little bit like it wasn't a big deal. Kind of like having a secret.
He moved farther away and got married. I moved on and really didn't think much about it until I saw him a few years back. It was as if he didn't even remember me.
