I’m with my family visiting the village in East Java where my wife grew up. When I first met my wife and started molesting her she was barely 20 years old and had only recently arrived in the big city from her village.
Now that we’ve returned to her village I am getting reacquainted with many of my wife’s much younger relatives. I am astonished at the extent to which some of my wife’s little nieces and their friends have “blossomed” since our last visit.
My nieces and their friends remember me from my prior visits. They were children when I last saw them. On my prior visits to the village I entertained them, made them laugh and allowed them to sit in my lap as I told them strange stories about life in a magical, far away, sometimes wonderful and sometimes very scary place called “America.”
Now they’re in their late teens and early twenties but they still want to hang out with their beloved “om” (uncle). They love to feel their om’s weirdly grizzled face (tropical Asian men have almost no facial hair at all). They still think it’s OK to sit in om’s lap.
I don’t mind ... but now, some of them are so fucking hot!
It’s like visiting a Baskin Robbins where you are allowed to look at and hold the ice cream cones but you’re not allowed to lick any of them!
Evil as I am, I would love to tell them “I have some candy in my pockets. Let’s see if you can find it!”
But I would never do anything like that.
I am their beloved, grizzly-faced om!
