Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 07

... basically, young man, you're Uncle John's personal assistant this summer. Coffee runs, errands, maybe filling in at the front desk to let the ladies off early every once in a while." Uncle John motioned toward the empty break room. "If you're not on a task, you can hang out here. I don't think we need to overwork you before college. Sound good?"

I nodded. It sounded like the easiest summer job in the world, getting paid to come hang out at Uncle John's office all day.

The hours went by as quickly as I expected.

By the time I knew it, the receptionists and assistants went home, and the cleaning staff was still a few hours away from coming in.

As Uncle John worked on a computer in one of the examination rooms, I lounged on the big reclined patient chair beside him, scrolling on my phone. "Wait, is this right?" Uncle John asked, nudging the computer screen toward me. "Did you miss your physical last year?"

I shrugged. I'd been so busy trying to get through my last year of high school, I must have forgotten to come in, and for whatever reason, Dad forgot to make me. "Guess I spaced it."

"Not good, man. We need to keep an eye on this body of yours. Make sure you're good to go. Especially now," Uncle John smiled and rested his hand on my leg. "You're a Hudson. We can't send you off to college without making sure you're nice and healthy."

"Okay," I said, rolling my eyes. "Tomorrow I'll ask the ladies up front to put me on your schedule."

Uncle John ...

... rolled his stool over to the door, softly pushing it closed it until he heard a click. He looked at the clock. "No need to schedule," he grinned, his dimples still visible under his brown scruff. "We're family."

He got up pushed the dispenser next to the sink, squirting sanitizer into his palms. He rubbed his hands together and told me to put my phone away and sit up.

I slid my phone into my pocket and lifted myself up. As soon as I sat up straight, a million thoughts raced through my head. Was Uncle John giving me this physical now, alone in the office, on purpose? Had Dad or Pop told him about what we'd done? Were we about to have man time?

Or was this going to be like every other physical Uncle John gave me, where he said we could "skip the guy part" if I would be more comfortable, and I'd nod that I'd rather keep my clothes on?

"Let's start with the questionnaire. Okay. Let's see... We have all your allergy stuff. Great... No medications. Great... Okay... Here we go... In the last year, have you started drinking alcohol?"

I shook my head. Sure, I'd guzzled down a couple beers at a few parties. But not enough to warrant Uncle John's lectures about the harmful effects of alcohol on a developing young man.

"Good boy," he winked. "Alright. In the last year, have you started using tobacco, marijuana, or any other substances?"

I shook my head again. Cigarettes grossed me out. And just like the beer, any amount of pot I'd smoked at parties wasn't worth ...