Likewise, I am also that uncle.
But in my case I really do mean it: I am literally that uncle: I am my own uncle onto myself, because I traveled through time and accidentally had sex with someone in the family.
In fact I fear that's actually quite a common travel hazard for us time-travellers... sigh.... Do you think it's something easy to live with knowing that I made love (such sweet love) to my own Mother's sister?
I swear I did NOT know that woman was Aunty-Martha... She just didn't look at all the same back then. I mean... wow: was she ever SMOKING HOT! Damn!
I mean she was 19 at the time, so how was I supposed to know it was her?!
But love it was... everything happening so fast: one moment I was riding the temporal distortion wave back to the year 1969: a magical summer of love and innocence.
I was simply a student of history, trying to mind my own business, observing at a distance, trying to finish my PhD, planning to get back to the future as quickly as possible.
When suddenly...
There she was: Aunty Martha (though I did not know it at the time) wandering in a daze like trance across a farmer's field -- flowers in her hair as she twirled in an acid induced dream, in a lacy dress...
In the distant background there was a stage with thousands of people gathered around, and some band called "Jefferson Airplane" or something like that, singing some strange song about rabbits...
The moment I reached her breathlessly... our lips instantly touching like a cosmic supernova detonation...