A New Day, A New You part 8 - Sex Stories

A New Day, A New You part 8

... and after finding a blanket in the hall closet I get some sleep. Couches aren’t meant for sleeping and some people can say how they sleep on them fine but waking up four times to adjust my body is not convincing me. I don’t know how early it is in the morning but my awareness kicks in and I see John creeping towards me like he wants to wake me up. I look at him and sit up rubbing my neck. “Why did you sleep on the couch Uncle Guy,” He asks me confused. “Your mom is mad at me,” I tell him leaving out details. “I have to wake up mom to take me to school but can you take me today,” John asks and I look confused. “I can but I don’t have a vehicle,” I tell the boy who produces his mother’s van keys,” Okay I’ll take you to school but don’t think I’m doing the whole show and tell with your class mates.” My joke is one that falls flat with the boy as I make sure he’s fed before putting on my leather jacket and boots. The trip to school should be short and quiet but John is nervous about something and I figure I’ll talk to the boy. “You sleep well kiddo,” I ask him and he shrugs,” Sorry things seem so tough right now.” “Dad isn’t coming to visit me anymore,” John says and I don’t give him any information,” He’s in trouble isn’t he?” “He’s having some problems but he’s a good Dad and doesn’t want to drag you into them,” I tell the boy almost vomiting the words good and dad in the same sentence. “Mom wants you to help him doesn’t she,” John asks and I nod,” You hate my Dad don’t you ...

... Uncle Guy.” “I don’t hate him I just know he should have done better by you and your Mom,” I tell him focusing on the road. “Could you help him, if you wanted to,” John asks and I sigh loudly. “Yes I could,” I tell the boy a little ashamed that I’m being called out by a grade schooler. “Would you help him for me,” John asks as we pull up to the school. I nod; it’s all I can do. Boy never had real people around him and with Jackie being a working mom it’s hard. I let him out of the van and head back to his house after a hug. I get in and set up coffee in the pot before creeping down the hall to check on Jackie. I barely get the door open to Jackie’s bedroom and see some stirring from the bed. Jackie bolts up with a wide eyed and shocked expression before flinging her form out of bed. “I need to get John to school,” she says hurriedly trying to pull on some jeans. “He’s at school, I took him,” I inform her noting the tank top and panties she’s wearing. “Why’d you take him,” Jackie almost spits at me,” It’s not like you want to help people out down here.” The door slamming behind me is enough to startle Jackie out of her excited and upset mode. I drop my coat on the floor and watch Jackie back up forgetting to put on her jeans. “I guess everything I’ve done for people is forgotten pretty easily,” I say pulling off my t shirt. “Guy I’m sorry I just don’t do mornings very well,” Jackie says apologizing. “I know but that doesn’t give you a reason to take shit out on me when I’m here ...