When I was about 7 we moved in with family because my dad tried to kill my mom and put her in a wheelchair from hitting her on the head with a police issued steel flashlight, cracking her skull. We needed help since there was my oldest sister, my brother and then me. My mom couldn’t do it all herself. Anyway, my uncle started watching us and he was only a teenager around then. He was around 15 when I was 7. I grew up with him like my dad I guess but my brother and sister didn’t really see it that way. They were always doing their own thing while me and my uncle were hanging out. It was cool, he’d always let me watch whatever movies I wanted and he didn’t make me go to bed early. He let me stay up late, eat all night if I wanted and he’d always let me play his game systems. He had like 100 games. When my brother and sister went to bed he’d let me stay in his room and play the game if I wanted. Most of the time let me sleep in his floor on a pallet or in his bed. He taught me all sorts of stuff, like how to beat the games, how to make snacks for myself, all the coolest movies and we would act a lot of them out. We’d watch Star Wars and then have Star Wars fights in his room. Even lord of the rings, and he would be hand alpha and I’d be Frodo and we’d fight the invisible armies. It was so cool. When we were playing pretend and we were playing this movie where the two people fall in love and end up having s** in the movie. My uncle played the guy, and he told me I could play the girl he fell in love with. She was super cool and had cool powers. When we were fighting off bad guys, he said we should take our clothes off so the bad guys couldn’t recognize us, and we could be spies among them. So we took our clothes off, and put them on the bed. He was muscular and had abs from sports. I was skinny and didn’t play many sports. My head reached his chest, so he was tall to me. He would pick me up and walk around the room with me in his back saying we were walking through a trail in a forest full of the bad guys and he was keeping me safe, and he’s tickle me a lot. My feet wrapped around his waist and touched his wiener a lot because it was always poking up. It tickled sometimes. Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that he says that I’m the coolest kid in the world and his only best friend. He said I was so cool that he would teach me how to play the games him and his friends played, but it was a secret and we couldn’t share the game because it was a game only for best friends like us, and if we told anyone else the game, we wouldn’t be best friends anymore. He taught me truth or dare. And he taught me how to play ultimate dares where it’s only dares. He told me the first time he played it with his friends, and how his friend dared him to do some crazy stuff! Even dared my uncle to lick his wiener! And another friend dared my uncle to let him stick his weeny in his b***! It was funny! I thought that was crazy. I think that’s my uncles favorite game. He always wants to play ultimate dares like all the time. Even when I’m playing his game, I’d be in a match on fortnite and he would dare me to let him play with my weeny or dare me to let him play with my b*** while I play the game. He would dare me to take a finger in the b*******, and then he’d dare me to take more after a while with one in. It felt weird but then it would feel good. He would always put some petroleum jelly on his fingers when he did it. He said it was a rule of the game. It tickles my weeny when he plays with it so I like when he plays it while I’m playing the game. One time he dared me to let him stick his weeny in my b*** while I played and I was on the headset talking to my friends. It was funny! He put his weeny in my b*** slow while I was in fortnite, and it felt good like a tingle and tickle at the same time. He would do it all the time after the first time. He said it was his favorite dare. Sometimes he made moaning noises and my friends would hear him since he was laying on top of me while I was laying down on my stomach playing the game and they would ask what the noise was. Sometimes I would be in a game and he’d stick his weeny in my b*** and I would moan a little and the older boys thought it was funny. My uncle would do that until he shot that white stuff in my b*** from his weeny. He said I’d make it when I turned 12-13. I couldn’t wait because he would dare me to swallow his white stuff and told me when I made it he would swallow mine and he’d let me put my weeny in his b***. It was too small then.