According to my calculations, he was 15 when my mom brought me home, when she gave birth to me. He was her little brother and my obsession.
I know; he was my uncle. This was incest, but let me finish.
So Uncle, or as I liked to call him, Cool Uncle, was now 34, and I was 19. Growing up, he always took care of me; you see, Mom didn't trust nannies, and she worked, so he, like, watched over me all my life until I was old enough.
Even when I was fifteen and he was already thirty, he still carried the responsibility of taking close care of me. Even when he had the full responsibility of running the family company, whenever I called, he always came like a hero. He truly was my hero.
It was a weird relationship; we were so close. I told him most things that I didn't even tell my parents or f
