Well, I got so many good reviews from the last experience that I told you all about. I decided to write about another one. I hope you all like it.
When I was sixteen I went to live with my uncle on the reservation. I had been in some minor teenage trouble, nothing big. Anyhow, it was either go back into foster care or find a relative that could take care of me. My uncle lived alone and everyone thought that it would be a good place for me.
I didn’t really know him that well. We would see each other about once or twice a year at family functions but that was about it.
When I first got there Uncle and me sat and talked for a long while. He explained that he was young once and that he knew that I would want some of my own space. He knew what it was like to be a teenager. He also knew that I had been sexually active for quite a while and let me know that I could talk to him about anything that I needed to.
Within a day or two I had settled in and felt like I had lived there my whole life. Uncle worked a lot but we always made time to hang out. He was more like an older friend. I have to admit, it wasn’t difficult because he was so good looking.
He was a roofer and very well built. His long black hair was kept back in a pony- tail and he had a lot of woman around the reservation that I know would have liked to been with him.
Sometimes I would try and sneak peeks at him when he would get out of the shower and walk to his room in just a towel. Besides, I had seen the way he looked at me when I would walk around in my tight little shorts and no bra.
There wasn’t really any boy’s around that I was interested in and after a while I was getting restless and wanting some fun.