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Ian, Aunt Annie, Uncle Nick and Aunt Theresa. The cousins and I used the acronym JIANT to remember the order, and we'd always sound it out at family reunions and holidays, our aunts and uncles gamely standing up or pointing to themselves when their letter was called."It's a good thing Mom and Dad had their little accident," Mom used to say, cruelly, about her sister Theresa, who came unexpectedly when Mom was 10. "You kids would never remember JIAN."As the years rolled by, family holidays became fewer and fewer. Us kids grew up, had our own schedules and activities that dominated the calendar. But Christmas was always at Grandma's house. Every year, we'd all descend on the ancestral Nelson family home, getting together with our aunts and uncles and cousins to exchange gifts, play games and watch Home Alone movies.One year, I noticed someone was missing."Mom," I asked, when I was about 13. "Where's Aunt Theresa?""Not coming," she said. "The holidays are hard for her, Tommy. It's b

The cousins and I opened our presents in short succession. I had gotten my new iPhone, and hugged Mom and Dad, feeling a bit bashful that I'd gotten what I'd wanted after disrespecting them like that. Mom and Dad opened the presents I had gotten them, too. A college hat for Dad and a sweatshirt for Mom, so they could show everyone how proud they were of their college son. They put them on immediately, beaming."Oh, before I forget," Mom said, walking over to the tree. She pulled out another gift and walked across the room, handing it to Theresa. "Didn't want you going empty-handed."Theresa smiled, her eyebrows raised. She hadn't expected a gift, I figured, shuddering again when I remember the gifts I'd given her in the hot tub.Ripping the paper off, Theresa's eyes widened again. Mom had gotten her a book, The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People."It's really interesting," Mom said. "All kinds of tips and tricks for getting more out of life, being more successful. I read it a few yea

It all began with me losing my job. The latest round of redundancies at the publishing company I had worked at for several years started the chain of events that was to completely change my life!There was little to no chance of getting another job the way things were, which meant that it was going to be difficult to keep my apartment on.So I decided to give my notice and sell all my furniture and anything that I really didn't need to keep. The rest of my belongings I stored in a cheap lock up that I could afford for several years with the amount of redundancy pay that I'd received plus any savings that I had accumulated whilst working.I didn't really have any friends who could help me out as I had relocated to Bristol for my job only nine months earlier and I had not really been a part of the social scene.Since it was early September I figured that the weather would be warm enough for me to camp out for a while, so I left with my tent and a backpack to wander the south west.My id

I just hoped that my sense of direction would carry me home.But then I thought, where was home? I had nowhere to run to! All that I had brought with me was in my backpack, back at their camp!My only hope was to find a road and flag down a passing motorist and explain my predicament to them in the hope that they would help me!It was almost dark when I heard a shout behind me, just to my right.I instinctively ducked down behind a bush, my heart pounding in my chest and my cock dangling between my legs, slightly thicker than usual.I was amazed that it seemed that I was actually getting slightly aroused by the situation I found myself, but after all, wasn't this one of my adolescent fantasies brought to life?!?Another shout to my left made me start to move again, pushing branches aside with my shoulders as I fought to get through the dense foliage. Suddenly, I heard rustlings right behind me so I threw myself flat onto the ground, trying to roll under a half-fallen log for cover. I

As soon as you got home it was now safe for you to express your feelings accompanied with dirty thoughts to match. You reached into your pocket and took out your prize to merely look at it. You were partially drooling when you said "Yes!" to yourself, then out of habit you cautiously placed your prized back into your pocket as if there was a chance that you could get caught. After leaning up against the wall and tilting your head back and letting out a big sigh. Then after words you unknowingly had the same idea as I did and dashed upstairs to take a shower also. But first you had to find a precise box to keep your trophy in, you were so full of mixed excitement and sexual arousal you couldn't think straight and forgot that you don't have a box that small or that perfect and to go out and buy on, after all not just any small box would do in your eyes. But for now, you would just have to settle for simply placing the stolen key on the night stand until you could find the perfect one yo