"So, what d'you think?" he asked.

I shook my head a little. "About what?"

He nodded his head toward the bathroom. "What you just saw."

My face was on fire. I stared at the floor again, hoping the question would go away, or un-ask itself somehow.

"Hunter?"

"Yes, Uncle Billy?" I mumbled.

"I asked you a question," he said quietly.

I shrugged. "I don't know."

The covers rustled as he sat up straight against the headboard. "Come here for a second."

I didn't want to. My legs felt like lead and standing up would show my hard dick through my shorts.

"Come here now, Hunter."

I looked up. His face was stern, so I stood and shuffled to the side of the bed.

He reached up and rested his hand on my forearm. "I asked you a question."

I didn't know what to say because I didn't know how it made me feel. My stomach was queasy, and I had a hint of the feeling I got when I jerked off.

"I... I don't know."

He nodded. "It was big, huh?"

My body was numb. "Yes, sir."

He kept a grip on my arm as he used his other hand to push the sheet off his lap.

He was hard too. His cock was cut, just like mine and Dad's, and he had the same hair and tan lines as Dad. The only difference was his dick was so hard, it almost reached his belly button. The head was dark purple, and the slit was shiny.

"Think it was as big as this one?" he asked, staring at my face.

I thought I would throw up. I was so scared and excited at the same time that I wanted to explode.

He pulled my arm toward him. "You can touch it if you want."

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