"I can't believe he's gone," I thought to myself, tears welling in the corners of my eyes. Most of my family had never been very close to uncle Buster, but I was always his favorite nephew. Just two days before I was at his house, and now there I was sitting at the lawyer's office, waiting for the reading of his will.
Not that it's ever such a shock when a 95 year old man dies. Uncle Buster, however, wasn't your typical old man. To hear my father tell it, he was a pretty normal, fairly shy and quiet guy before he was drafted into the army, years before I was born. After three years of war, though, he returned a changed man. But not like you'd normally expect. Many people come back from war on edge, shell shocked. But Buster was different. My father says that when Buster returned from the war, it was if he had been given the secret to happiness.
All of a sudden he was popular, well liked- the center of attention in any room. He had become a leader. People listened to him and took his advice. No one was entirely certain what he did for a living, but the money soon began rolling in. And the girls! I only knew Uncle Buster in his later years, but even then he always had one or two hot young girls hanging on his arms. Women were just drawn to him, and I always got the impression that it wasn't just about his money. For some reason, 18 and 19 year old girls actually liked him.
I think that was what drove him and the rest of the family apart. Everyone was just jealous that he had so much without seeming to work for it, when they all had to work so hard for so little. Most of the family also felt that it was unseemly for a man of his age to be seen with so many young women. As far as I was concerned, though, if the old guy still could still get that kind of pussy, why shouldn't he?
I loved spending time with Uncle Buster. For a while my parents tried to keep me away from him, but as I got older they gave up. He and I did everything together- he even had one of his lady friends give me my first blowjob! How cool is that?
He was so young at heart and so vibrant that I thought he'd be around forever. I was hard to accept the fact that he died. The rumor was that he had a massive heart attack in bed, while fucking three 18 year olds. Everyone else was so ashamed and embarrassed, but I hoped the rumor was true. The old guy deserved to die happy.
I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear most of the reading of the will. But I perked up when I heard my name mentioned. "And to my nephew, Ben, I leave the contents of this envelope." The lawyer handed me a large manilla envelope.
I was a little disappointed not to have gotten cash, but I was intrigued by what might be inside the envelope. I opened it up and looked inside. There was a second sealed envelope inside the first, and on the outside of the second envelope was written, "Do not open until you are alone." I stuffed the envelope in my pocket and waited until the reading was over.
When I got home I rushed inside and up to my room, locking the door. Buster was kind of eccentric, but was always generous with me. I tore the envelope open, unable to wait to see what he had left me. In the envelope was a note. It read: "My dear nephew, If you are reading this note, then I am gone. I had hoped to give you this in person when you reached the appropriate age, but this note will have to do. I cannot risk putting any more information on paper here, so you must do the following. I own a cabin deep in the woods. No one else knows about it but me, and now you. In this envelope you will find the deed to the cabin, and instructions to get there. You must go alone, and no one else is to know about this. You will find more information when you arrive there."
I took a look at the instructions- it seemed like this place was only about an hour away. I had the time to spare, and with the mystery of the note, I couldn't stand to wait any longer. I grabbed a coat and my keys, and headed out to the cabin. |