Unfiltered Story #312489

A while back I was honored to be asked by a lesbian couple to donate sperm for their second child. I agreed and they had an amazing girl. As thanks for my donating for them I was promoted to honorary Uncle to both the girl I donated for and her 2 year’s older brother. I now get once a month visits with the two of them. I should mention that I put in allot of effort to make sure both children get the same amount of attention to ensure my ‘nephew’ will never feels left out or less loved just because I didn’t donate sperm for him.

About half a year ago they finally told the kids how I became their Uncle. My ‘niece’, who is now 6, still doesn’t fully understand how I helped though, as you will see below. Meanwhile my nephew has taken to mimicking his mother’s approach of telling every random stranger that I donated sperm for his sister. I’ve told his parents that they have the right to decide who they want to share that information with and don’t necessarily mind that they share, but I am still amused how quickly both mother and son volunteer that detail to strangers.

Anyways during my last monthly visit I had taken both kids to a nearby playground to play. After awhile two other kids who were about the same age showed up and the two set of kids became friends quickly. I was pretending to be a monster who would chase and ‘eat’ my niece and nephew by tickling them. However, I noticed the younger of the new kids looking scared and was trying to hide from me as I chased my nephew near him, and so I paused the game to reassure him.

Me: “don’t worry I promise I won’t get you. I only chase kids that want me to chase them. I’ll leave you alone unless you ask to join the game.
Nephew: “It’s okay, he’s nice. He’s my sister’s donor”
Niece: “Yeah, he helped me get out of mommies belly!”

The little kid clearly had no clue what either child was trying to tell him, but seemed reassured anyways, and I switched to a different game he was less likely to be afraid of just to be sure. However, I decided to mention to my nephew after dinner that evening that other kids may not know what he means by donor and that it would be better to tell kids I’m his Uncle since they would better understand that.

My nephew agreed to tell kids I was his Uncle instead just before he ran upstairs to take his shower. His sister was still at the table eating and waited until her brother was out of sight to add this clarification.

Niece: “You’re my Uncle.”
Me: “yes I am, I love being your Uncle.”
Niece: “but you’re not [brother]’s Uncle right?”
Me: “No, I’m an Uncle for both of you, and I love being your uncles.”
Niece: “But you helped me get out of mommies belly.”
Me: “Actually I helped you start to grow in mommies belly, not to get you out of her belly.
Niece: “you didn’t help [brother]?
Me: You are right I only helped you to grow in mommies belly and not your brother. That makes me your donor, and I’m only your donor and not [brother]’s donor. But your mommies made me an Uncle to both of you to thank me for helping them have you, so I’m still [brother]’s Uncle even if I’m only your donor.
Niece: “oh”

It was hard to tell from the tone of her voice, but I think this conversation was not just confusion on how the whole Uncle/donor distinction worked, but also an attempt to claim dibs on me over her brother. However, I won’t allow either kid to think I have a favorite between them. I’m quite happy to be an Uncle to both of them.