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Subject: Little Me Chapter 1 Little Me by RJ This simple, multi-part fiction involves the developing sexual relationship between an adult and a minor -- specifically an uncle and his young nephew. If you are offended by this type of material, do not read. Please note that the author does not endorse such relations in real life. If you have any comments about my work, or even just want to chat, please don't hesitate to message me. Also note that this chapter serves as an introduction, and may be a little longer and have less sexual content than future chapters. As always, please support Nifty in any way that you can. ~ CHAPTER 1 ~ It's strange being back. It all feels a bit foreign to me. I suppose that after being in prison for three years, everything is bound to feel a little off at first. But it's been even longer since I've seen the house I grew up in. Prior to my sentence, I lived in California, right on the beach, with a beautiful woman and an easy-to-do job. But upon my release, my parents insisted I come live closer to them. "What's left for you out West?" my mother had asked me, and she had a point. My bride-to-be broke our engagement basically as soon as I was arrested and had moved back with her parents in Seattle within the fortnight. Not that I blamed her, really. But that meant I had nothing to return to when I got out. I didn't have any friends, any coworkers, any acquaintances. No property. No career. Not even a pet to take care of. So my parents graciously offered me their lake house for lodging all the way in Massachusetts. A new start, I suppose. It's a strange thing, being a thirty-year-old who has to "start over." But one thing's for sure: I'm excited to be so close to my family again. The only person I've gotten to see so far is my brother. Since my parents are down in Florida on business (Dad does real estate), Wesley happily offered to pick me up from the train station, and when we saw each other, we hugged so tightly I thought I was going to pass out from lack of oxygen. "Easy, big bro," I said, patting his back and laughing, my face flushed. "Gods, I missed you, buddy," he said. "Let me get a good look at you." I probably looked a mess ? unshaven, short brown hair in disarray, sleepy dark green eyes, a tired smile -- but he just nodded up and down, grinning. "Guess some jail time did you some good, huh?" For my body, yeah, it did. Wesley's always been the more masculine of the two of us. Growing up, I was clearly always the "little" brother. A wannabe tough guy. It took both the monotony and grisliness of prison to make me more like him. Muscular, fit, strong, tough, disciplined. And though I'm still willing to bet I'm not as much of a hard-ass as he is, now we at least look like brothers. On our way to his house (to have dinner), we caught up slightly. For the most part, there was little correspondence between us during my prison stay. That was my choice. I was convinced I was never getting out, and after a while, I didn't want to hear everything that was going on on the outside without me. It was difficult to deal with. So Wesley was eager to hear details about my "adventures," insisting I share any juicy prison stories, but I wasn't in the mood to talk about those. Instead, I asked him about his family. How everyone was doing. He told me Tanya, his wife, is pregnant again, to which I laughed and congratulated him. He just smiled proudly, sitting up a little straighter, undeniably excited that he'll be having a daughter. Now he'll have one of each. "Speaking of which," he said, "Eli's excited to see you." I smiled to myself. The last time I saw the kid was the Christmas before I was arrested, a little over three years ago. Even though I rarely saw him (living in California, I only visited home for holidays, sometimes birthdays, and, every now and again, a random long weekend), he'd taken quite a liking to me. Even Wesley and Tanya noticed how fond he was of me. And though I didn't quite understand why (since I'm much more reserved and laid back and a bit broodier than my brother), it still made me happy. And I love the little guy. I usually don't have the patience for kids but Eli's always been one of the good ones. "Y'know, I wasn't going to ask until later," my brother started to say, "but while we're on the subject, I was hoping Eli could spend some time with you this summer." I looked over at him. "Yeah?" "Maybe after you settle down a bit, get into the swing of things. But, between you and me, he's sort of a soft boy," he said quietly, as if someone were listening. He looked at me and shrugged before turning back to the road. "And he likes you, and you're patient with him. And it'd be good for him to have another man around," he added, reaching over and slapping my chest. "Show him what's what." I didn't necessarily agree with he was insinuating, but I knew it would make Eli happy, especially now that I'm living at the lake house, so I agreed to it. "Sounds good to me," I said. We chatted casually for about a half-hour, mostly about his job, and how he'd love to have me there (he's a CFO or something). I hadn't given much thought about work just yet, and I told him I'd need a few days to myself to really recharge. Surprisingly, he didn't push the subject and instead agreed, and we drove in relative silence until he finally pulled into that familiar gravel driveway. And now, here we are, standing in front of my brother's house. And there's that strange feeling. I grew up in this house, but it has changed a lot, even over the past couple years. He's made some additions, repainted, dug up the yard, expanded rooms, and even installed a pool. Plus, it's a bit more embellished than I remember. But, at its core, there's a lot of memory here. And then I hear Eli. "Uncle Leo!" Out of the front door comes Eli, sprinting towards me in a pair of short shorts and a little polo. I laugh and open my arms and he jumps into them, hugging me tightly. He must have been waiting for me, anticipating my arrival. Maybe he heard the car coming up the driveway. "Long time, no see, kiddo," I say, rubbing his back. "It's been forever!" I laugh. "That it has. Lemme check you out," I say, pulling him off of me, setting him back down, and stepping back a bit. I'm surprised. He's eleven now, pushing twelve, and it shows in his height (maybe four and a half feet now), the length of his dirty-blond hair (he let it grow out a bit), and the newest addition: glasses. They're thick, perfectly-circular frames. They fit well with his soft face, which, all things considered, hasn't seemed to change that much. He still has that boyish energy about him. "You look smart, kid," I say. He blushes but smiles proudly before looking at me up and down. "You're all muscle-y, now," he says, gesturing to my body. I laugh, glancing at my biceps. I'm wearing a relatively tight t-shirt so it accents my new body. "Lots of hard work, baby," I say. "I'm not a baby, Uncle Leo," he says. "Sorry, sorry, you're right," I say, smiling at him and tousling his hair. I used to call him that all the time. "Force of habit." Wesley just chuckles next to me. "Let's go inside, buddy, I'm sure your uncle wants to say hi to your mom." "Okay!" he says brightly. We head inside (mostly he just tugs me towards the house) and once I enter the foyer, I'm greeted by a soft, sweet voice saying "There he is." Tanya smiles at me, looking as calm and as radiant as ever with her bright smile and long blond hair as she comes closer and hugs me. "It's so good to see you," she says before pulling back and running her hands over my shoulders. "Welcome home." "Good to be back," I say with a smile. "How are you?" "Tired," I say with a sigh and a laugh. "Keep in mind that I only broke outta the clinker for your cooking," I add with a teasing smirk. She hits my arm playfully and laughs, turning away as she resumes fussing over a steamy pot on the stove. I see Eli and Wesley head into the living room, talking about something, but Tanya keeps my attention. "I'll forgive you since you've probably been suffering, but don't push it," she says with a smirk, glancing at me. I laugh a bit. I see Eli and Wesley head into the living room, talking about something, but I stay with Tanya. "So I hear someone's pregnant?" She chuckles a bit, holding her stomach. "Can't you tell?" "Only a little." I glance down at her stomach, which is definitely protruding. "You excited?" "Nervous, honestly," she says quietly, glancing at the living room before smiling at me. "Looking back, Eli was too easy. I feel like this next one is going to be a challenge." I laugh. "Let's hope not." She smiles at me as she stirs what looks like a large pot of sauce. "He really missed you, you know." She lowers her voice a bit more. "Don't tell Wes, but I'm really glad you're here. It's good for Eli." Interesting that they both said the same thing, but with very different tones and meanings behind it. I appreciate Tanya's more. "You know I love the little guy." "I know," she says, bending over to taste the sauce before sprinkling more seasoning on it. "Wes could learn a thing or two from you." Before I can ask what she means, I hear rapid footsteps and then Eli is at my leg, looking up at me. "Wanna see my new drawing?" I ask. "I just finished it today." "I think your mom's almost done with dinner," I say, chuckling. Tanya smiles. "Go ahead, boys. Dinner will be ready in a few, though, so make sure you wash up." "I will," Eli says brightly before looking up at me. "C'mon." He tugs on my shirt excitedly and I laugh, chalking up his high energy to having not seen me in three years. I let him lead the way up to his bedroom, and when I look around, I smile. A lot hasn't changed in this room, even since I was a kid. When I lived here, this was my old room. He even has the bed, dresser, and desk in the same places. The difference is the mess. Not that he's messy, per se. But there are a lot of art supplies and whatnot scattered across the floor and the desk, so I have to be careful where I step. "You've been keeping busy," I say. He giggles. "I tried painting like you taught me, but I'm not very good," he says, gesturing vaguely to a canvas on an easel -- a simple landscape, but with an impressive amount of detail and skill, especially for a kid his age. "What are you talking about?" I ask. "You're hell of a lot better than I was." "Yeah right," he says, blushing but smiling all the same. He hurries over to his desk, shuffling a few papers aside before he finds what he's looking for. He comes back to me and holds it out. "Here." I take the paper and turn it over. Before I can stop myself, I say "Holy shit," and he laughs. "Don't tell your mom I said that," I add. When he says he won't, I look back at the paper, reading through the short four-panel comic he made. It's of me -- an exaggeration of what I imagine fighting in a war is like, but I'm sure he got the gist of it while adding a fantastical flair. It makes me a little sad. I know both of his parents (as well as my own) have told Eli that I'm off "serving our country." I guess it's their way of making it seem like I'm doing something noble rather than rotting in a jail cell. But that sad feeling quickly makes way for something more positive. Simply put, I'm impressed. What impresses me the most is how professional his artistry is. Everything looks meticulously done, and done well. I'd think that even of an adult who drew something like this. "You never fail to impress me, Eli," I say, smiling at him. "Thanks," he says bashfully, smiling to himself a bit. "That's you in the comic." "I see that," I say with a grin, looking at it. "Well you made me look more buff, so I appreciate that." He laughs before biting on his lip as he looks up at me, clearly thinking about something. "Was it scary?" "Was what scary?" I ask. "Being in jail." I wince a bit, looking at him. "What are you--?" "I heard Mom and Dad talking about it the other day." "Oh." I bite my lip, wondering how truthful I should be. "Do they know you know?" He shakes his head no. "Maybe keep it that way." I don't want to overstep boundaries within the first ten minutes that I'm back with my family. "Why were you in jail?" he asks curiously, still peering up at me. "Did you kill people?" he asks. I almost snort. This fucking kid. "No, I didn't kill anybody," I say. I get a little nervous. I know Tanya would not appreciate me talking about this subject without her permission, especially considering I'm a bit of a role model to him. I have to at least act the part. But thankfully, I'm rescued by her yelling up the stairs for us to come down for dinner. As we eat, I'm happy to see that, with Eli, nothing has really changed. He's still that sweet, affectionate, kind-hearted boy I've always known. Even though his father might not appreciate those qualities as much, I think that's why I have such a soft spot for Eli. He's a lot like me. Quiet usually, but open when he's comfortable. Fun without being rowdy. Introspective and artistic. The only real difference is that he's way smarter (he's at the top of his class, according to Tanya). Although I do notice something new that he does -- he has his hands in his pants (I assume) often. Twice during dinner, Wesley snaps at him, to which Eli blushes intensely and apologizes before continuing to eat his meal. Wesley doesn't say anything further and merely continues with his monologue about work as if there wasn't an interruption. Tanya, however, gives me a little hint with a sad sort of smile, implying that this has been an issue for a while. But other than that, dinner is full of laughs and smiles. Wesley and I have a number of glasses of wine -- too many for my liking, considering I'm a lightweight, but I'm feeling pretty good by the end of the meal. Once finished, Wesley excuses himself to make some sort of phone call for work, leaving the three of us behind. "Delicious as always, Tanya," I say, rubbing my stomach happily. "Mom's the best cook ever," Eli says before finishing his juice, and Tanya smiles at him happily. "You're damn right," she says, and Eli giggles a bit. "You want anything else, Leo?" she asks me. "I have some leftover cake. Or I can make some coffee." "No, no, I'm okay. Thank you, though," I say. When she starts to stand up and grab our dishes, I stop her. izmit escort "Let me, Tanya," I say, quickly scooping up some of the dishes. "You relax." She smiles at me. "If you're gonna act like that, feel free to stay as long as you want," she says with a laugh. "You mind if I go lie down? My legs are killing me." "Go for it," I say. "Eli and I will handle dishes, yeah?" I add, glancing at him. He smiles at me before turning to his mom and nodding repeatedly. She sighs, seemingly with relief. "You kids have fun, then," she says, coming around to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you." "Of course," I say, watching her go before I turn to Eli. "Alright, champ. Let's do this." It takes us a fair while to do the dishes -- partly because we're half-horsing around and throwing soap suds at each other like little children, but also because we spend a lot of time talking. I ask him about what he's learning about at school, who he hangs out with nowadays, what inspires his art, if he's excited for summer. When we get to the latter topic, he shrugs. "Summer's boring." "Boring?" I say, laughing slightly as I hand him a plate to dry. "What kind of kid thinks summer is boring?" He shrugs again, focusing on drying off the plate. "I don't know. I like school. And I don't really do anything over the summer." I look at him for a bit. He looks a little distant, as if he's dreading the upcoming vacation, so I decide to cheer him up a bit. "Well. Don't know if your dad told you yet, but he thinks it'd be a good idea for you to stay with me for a bit." He perks up almost instantaneously, and I hold back a laugh. "Really? Where?" "Grandma and grandpa's lake house." "Really?" he says excitedly, the little boy in him coming out all over again. "That would be awesome! When? Can it be right after school? Are we gonna have sleepovers? Please?" He asks it all so quick that I can't resist a little chuckle. "I don't know," I say, shrugging, pretending to be uninterested. "You might get bored." "Yeah right," he says, smirking a bit before drying the bowl I had passed him. He pauses before asking "Did you miss me when you were gone?" I stop for a moment, glancing at him. He's still looking at the bowl, his eyes following his hands as they dry in circles. "Of course I did, Eli," I say, pausing with the dishes and turning to face him a little more. "Every day." He blushes a little but smiles slightly, clearly trying not to look at me. "I missed you too." I smile at him, leaning over to kiss the top of his head before messing with his hair a bit. As I go back to washing one of the bigger pots, he says "Don't do anything bad again." Part of me feels sad, considering the way he acts towards me. It makes me wonder what his relationship is like with Wesley. Probably nothing great. Wesley is, after all, a "man's man," much like our father, and Eli's just not that kind of kid. And I feel bad that I wasn't there to support him for the last few years, but, for better or worse, I'm here now. "I'll try not to," I assure him, chuckling. He nods a little, smiling slightly. "Good." After a few minutes, we're finally done with the dishes. We wipe down the wet counters and then wash our hands before calling it quits. "I think we did a pretty good job," I say, looking around the kitchen. "Yeah," he says, nodding and then looking at me. I check my watch for the time. It's a little after 9pm. "What do you wanna do now?" I ask. He brings his finger to his mouth, biting gently on the nail before suggesting a movie. "Do you like superheroes?" "I'm down for superheroes," I say, smiling. He heads into the living room while I hang back for a bit and grab a few beers. I hate beer, but in the interest of doing something normal for a change, I grab three and then head into the living room, plopping myself on the couch. Eli's at the television stand leafing through a few VHS tapes. Finally, he pulls one out. Batman. "A fan of Batman, huh?" I ask. "Coolest superhero ever," he says, popping the tape into the television and rewinding it. "I agree. Less gimmicks," I say, chuckling, leaning back in the couch and cracking the beer bottle open. I take a swig. Still as disgusting as ever, but I tolerate it, gulping down a few more sips. Once Eli gets the movie ready, he grabs the remote and sits next to me, crossing his legs Indian style, his thigh resting on mine. He turns up the volume slightly as the movie begins. "Have you ever seen this one?" he asks. "Nope. So don't spoil it for me," I say, nudging him with my elbow. He giggles a bit before sitting up straight. "I won't." "Good boy. Your dad is a movie-ruiner, you know." He laughs. "Really?" "Really. Spoils the ending any time he describes a movie." Just then, I let out a loud burp into my fist, and Eli seems to get a kick out of it, laughing. "Shit. Sorry," I say. "It's okay," he says, getting a hold of himself before I notice him looking at my hand. Specifically, the bottle in my hand. "Can I try it?" he asks me, looking up. I smile slightly, looking towards the stairs before handing him the bottle. "One sip, that's it," I say quietly. I watch him grab the bottle and take a little swig, much like the way his father downs beers. Eli lets it sit on his tongue before making a face. "Ew," he says, handing me the bottle back and sticking out his tongue. He licks the back of his hand over and over to try and get the taste off, which just makes me laugh. "Now you know," I say, taking a sip of my own. "Why do you drink that stuff?" he asks. "It's nasty." "Because grown-ups are dumb." I smile at him and he just smiles back. We watch the movie for a while, often talking through it as I go through my first two beers. Sometimes I ask dumb questions just to keep him talking and make sure he knows I'm interested in what he's saying. Mostly, I find that it's nice to just relax and kick back, regardless of the fact that it's with an eleven year old. Eventually, though, I do notice he's got his hand in his shorts again. I don't even know if he really notices what he's doing, because he's talking about the movie as he does it. I wait until he finishes speaking before clearing my throat. "So, uh, Eli..." I start to say, unsure how to address it. He looks up at me. I decide to be light about it. "Don't let your dad see you doing that." He looks down and then quickly removes his hand, his face immediately shifting to a deep red. "Sorry." "It's okay," I say, patting his thigh reassuringly. With him wearing short shorts, I can feel his skin. He's even warm there, as if he's blushing all over. I don't say anything for a bit, but I decide it's probably important to talk about it rather than just chastise him for it. "Why do you keep doing it?" I ask. I make sure not to ask it in a judgmental sort of way, but merely in a curious manner. He looks at me before looking at his lap, playing with his fingers. "I don't know," he says, shrugging. "It feels good." "I know," I say, sighing a bit. Maybe Wes just never gave him the whole puberty talk. "Really?" He looks up at me. "Do you do it too?" I feel my face getting a little warm. Should I be honest? I suppose there's no real way to be vague. "Yeah," I say. "Sometimes. Though not in front of other people," I add, looking at him. "Oh," he says simply. "It's not really... appropriate, unless you're alone." "Okay," he says, nodding. I can't tell if he knew that already or not. I stare at him for a bit. "Has your dad talked to you about this before?" He just shrugs. "He doesn't really talk to me at all." It breaks my heart a bit, because I see a lot of myself in Eli. Wesley is exactly like our father, and I was always the non-athletic, shy pacifist that my father never appreciated. Of course, he grew out of being disappointed in me as I transitioned into adulthood. But as a child, nothing was worse than seeing Wesley get all of my dad's love and attention once my dad "gave up" on me. If I'm reading all the signs correctly, I'm sure Eli is feeling similarly. "Listen, kiddo," I say, shifting my body slightly more towards him. "I know your dad can be... hard to talk to," I say, figuring that's the best way to put it. "But you and I, we're friends, right?" He smiles. "Yeah." "And as your friend, I want you to know that you can always come to me. No judgement or any of that. Alright?" He looks at me, smiling ever so slightly. "You sure?" "Positive," I say, nudging him in the shoulder playfully and giving him a smile. He doesn't take advantage of that immediately, which is for the better since Wesley comes down a few minutes later, equipped with a spare blanket and a pillow. "It's past someone's bedtime," he says, draping the blanket over the back of the couch and patting Eli's shoulders from behind. "Can't I stay up a little longer with Uncle Eli?" he asks, looking back at his dad. "You should really let him sleep, Eli," he says. "I'll be here in the morning," I assure him, patting his thigh affectionately. He sighs but relents, saying "Okay" before hopping off the couch. He pauses before leaning over to give me a hug, and I laugh, hugging him back and giving him a big, dramatic kiss on the cheek. He blushes, wiping his cheek with his hand and laughing as he fixes his glasses before running off upstairs to get ready for bed. "How's he doing?" Wesley asks, coming over to grab the empty beer bottles off the coffee table. He looks at them with a smirk. "He seems alright," I say, running my fingers through my hair. "This for me?" I ask, grabbing the blanket. "Yep. Nice and cozy for ya," he says, heading to the kitchen. I listen to him toss the bottles in the recyclables bin before he comes back in. As he returns, I'm stripping out of my jeans. "So tomorrow, I figure we just relax a bit before heading over to the lake house. Since it's the weekend and all." "Yeah, that'd be great," I say, folding my jeans and setting them on the edge of the couch. "You still have my stuff?" "Yep. All stored in the basement," he says, and I smile. I'm thankful for Wes and Tanya for pulling through after my arrest. They handled getting all my important possessions and documents from my house. "Thanks, Wes." "Hey, I'm just glad you're here, you criminal," he says with a genuine smile. He comes over and kisses my cheek before giving me a big bear hug. He then pats my back and then pulls away before nodding. "Get some rest, alright?" "I will. Thanks again. And thank Tanya for me." He nods and smiles and says "Good night" before shutting off some of the lights and heading upstairs. I take off my shirt and then lie down on the couch, pulling the blanket over me. God, it feels so good to be out of jail. I just think of how comfortable even this couch feels. I sink into it a bit, closing my eyes and humming lightly. The alcohol is making my head a little fuzzy, and on top of that, I always get a little horny when I drink. Tonight is no exception. Now that I'm alone, I realize how my body is responding to the wine and beers. I reach down into my boxers and grab myself, letting out an involuntary moan. Fuck, that feels good. I bite my lip, eyes closed as I tease myself a bit, stroking myself slowly under the covers. Once I'm fully hard and getting into it a little more, I feel warm, so I lower the blankets and let my cock out into the open air and immediately get goosebumps. It's been a while since I had some proper solo time, and my cock is loving it, rock solid and already dripping precum. I get some on my thumb and bring it to my lips, tasting myself. Just the right amount of sweetness. I hum a bit, working the rest of that slick natural lube onto my shaft, stroking myself slowly, really enjoying the sensations. When I feel my orgasm building, that's when I start to speed up. I work a little faster, holding my balls with my spare hand, breathing a little heavier until finally, there's that sweet release. I grunt, thrusting my hips up a bit as I cum. And man, what a load. Thick ropes of cum spew out over my torso, and I feel at least one shot hit my chin before I'm squeezing the rest out over my abdomen. I pant a bit, relaxing my body and letting those little post-orgasm tingles die down a bit before I have to address the mess. I don't want to get up, so I just use my shirt, wiping myself up with a grunt. I drop the shirt back to the floor before pulling my boxers back up and then shutting my eyes once more. Usually, it takes me a while to fall asleep. But with the new setting, the alcohol in my system, and being fresh from an orgasm, I almost instantly fall asleep. When I wake up, I faintly hear the television playing. I stir a bit, stretching and then scratching at my chest before I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the light. When I look over, I see that the television is definitely on, and Eli is sitting on the floor against my couch. "Morning," I say groggily. He turns his head and smiles. "Hi. Sorry if it was too loud. I tried to be quiet." "No, you're good," I say, patting his head before I yawn and then roll onto my side. "Anything good on?" I ask, looking at the TV. Eli shrugs. "Not really. I was just waiting for you to wake up." I chuckle a little. "What time is it?" "I think it's seven-something." "Damn, why are you up so early?" He shrugs. "I never sleep in." "Really? When I was your age, I could have slept in for days, no problem." He laughs. "That's stupid." "Don't be mean," I say, pushing him over, and he laughs. "Don't be lazy." He sits up again, but on his knees, facing me. "Dad said he was mean to you when you were kids." "Did he?" I ask, arching my eyebrow. I wouldn't have expected him to be honest. "Well, between you and me, he was kind of an asshole." Eli laughs. "But that's how it gets sometimes. He always picked on me because I was a small kid." "Like me?" he asks. I smile a bit. "A little, yeah." Then I ask, "Do you get picked on?" "Not really," he says, thinking about it. "But Dad says I gotta grow up quick or else that could change." I roll my eyes slightly, about to retort a bit, before Eli asks a separate question. "How come you're hairy and Dad's not?" I look down at my chest and stomach. I've always had a little bit of body hair, but I know that's not Wesley's thing. He's completely clean-shaven. Even gets rid of his pubes. "Your dad shaves his hair off." "Why don't you?" "Too much work," yahya kaptan escort I say with a laugh. "Plus, I don't know, I kinda like it." He reaches over like a curious toddler and plays with the hair on my stomach and chest. Then he glances towards my crotch, which is covered by the blankets. "Do you have hair down there too?" he asks curiously. I gulp a bit. "Uh. Yeah," I say. I have to remember that I told him he can come to me with questions. And this is probably a weird time for him. If it hasn't hit already, puberty is just around the corner. I know my dad didn't give me any guidance, and Wesley probably wasn't going to step up for Eli. Guess it's up to me. "Wow," he says softly, staring still. He's probably trying to imagine it. "Is it a lot?" "I mean, I wouldn't say a lot," I say, laughing. "To you, it probably is." I want to veer the subject away from my groin, so I ask him something. "What about you?" He looks up at me as if confused by the question. "You found any body hairs anywhere?" "I don't think so," he says. He tugs on the sleeve of his shirt to expose his armpit. "I check every day." He runs his fingers over his smooth pit before he looks down, pulling his shorts and underwear out to look. "Sometimes I think I have one but I can never tell." "You sure? It'd be hard to miss." "I don't know. I can't really see down there." Then he glances at me. "Can you check for me?" he asks innocently. "Um. I guess so," I say. He stands up and pushes the front of his shorts and briefs down. I hadn't expected him to really whip it out in front of me, so I'm completely caught off guard when I get an eyeful of his smooth little cock and balls -- although I doubt that was really his intention. I blink a few times before I remember what he wanted me to do. Check for hair. I swallow before I look, focusing above the goods and seeing no traces of pubes. Then I realize, it might be harder to spot any since he has a fair bit of blond in him, so I reach out and rub my thumb along where his pubes would be. Nothing. He's completely smooth still. "Doesn't seem like it, buddy," I say, patting his hip and pulling away. "Dang." He pulls up his shorts and sits back down, sighing. "It's alright. You still have time," I say. "I didn't hit puberty until I was like, fourteen." "Really?" He seems a little relieved at hearing this, and I nod, smiling. "What else happens?" he asks. "With puberty?" He nods. "I know guys get hairy and muscle-y and they grow up and everything. And Mom said there will be other "changes" but never said what." I chuckle a bit. "Well, yeah, you'll get hairy. Probably your armpits first, and your crotch. Then maybe some on your face, or your torso. And you have the potential to get good muscle tone, but you've gotta work for that," I say, and he smiles a bit. "What else?" he asks. "What else? Um. There's your voice," I say, nodding as I think. "Your voice will probably start to get deeper. It'll crack sometimes, but don't worry about that." "Crack?" "Kind of like losing your voice for a second," I say, and he nods in understanding. "Do you think I'll get taller?" "No doubt," I say. "Most kids get a nice growth spurt, and everything will grow. You'll get taller, arms will get longer, feet will get bigger, your dick will grow, your--" But I stop, since Eli is giggling. "What?" "You said `dick'." I hadn't even realized, and I laugh a little at his response. "Bad habit," I say. "Just don't repeat that in front of your mother." "Can I say it in front of you?" he asks. I can't help but laugh. "I suppose. But don't abuse it." "Okay," he says, smiling a bit before thinking of what to ask next. "How big will it get?" I shrug. "Hard to know, really," I say, scratching my head. "Will it be as big as yours and Dad's? Since we're related?" I arch my eyebrow a bit. Has he seen his dad's cock? Probably. Even though he's the don't-ask-questions type, Wesley has never been the shy type. "There might be similarities, sure." "Cool," he said, nodding. "I wanna look like you, though." It gives me a strange sense of pride having him wanting to aspire to resemble me rather than his father. But then he says, "Yours is bigger." I blink a bit, pausing. "Wait, what?" I look at him. "How do you know how big mine is?" I notice he blushes intensely, not making direct eye contact with me as he fidgets with his glasses. He mutters something but I can't hear him. "Eli..." "I... saw you playing with it last night," he says. "What?" Now it's my turn to blush. I feel my face getting hot, like I did something very wrong. My heart starts to race a bit. "Are you kidding?" "I'm sorry," he says quickly. "Please don't be mad." I look at him, sighing slightly. "It's... it's okay. I'm not mad," I assure him, running my fingers through my hair. He must have been on the stairs, watching me through the railing. How much could he actually see? It was pretty dark. Probably just enough to see the silhouette of my cock. Too dark to even see me cum, really. But fuck. Eli watched me jerk off. "Are you sure?" he asks. He's clearly nervous that I'll be upset with him. "I'm sure," I say. "Just... don't do that again, okay?" "Okay," he says, looking sad for a moment. We don't say anything to each other for a bit before he says something else. "You were making weird noises, too." I sigh a bit. "Let's not talk about this right now, kiddo." "Why not?" he asks. "Because." "But you said I could come to you about anything." The little bastard. He isn't doing anything malicious, and I know he's just curious and eager to know things, but it doesn't feel right. "I know," I say. "I'm sorry. Just not right now, okay?" I say. "Later?" he asks. Clearly I wasn't getting out of this easily. "Later," I agree. We both sit quietly, watching the television for a few minutes. My mind, however, is fixated on one thought still: Eli watched me jerk off last night. I feel embarrassed and anxious about it, but I cannot deny the slight tinge of arousal I felt when he told me. I still feel it a little. Thankfully he's facing the television, so my hand sliding underneath the blanket to give my cock a little squeeze goes unnoticed. Eli watched me jerk off. I basically put on a show for a kid. I give my cock a tighter squeeze but I'm interrupted by Wesley coming down the stairs. I quickly snatch my hand away as he smiles at us, saying "Good morning" before heading into the kitchen to brew up some coffee. It's a quiet morning. After borrowing a shirt from Wesley, he and I sit in the dining area, chatting a bit before discussing the plan for today. We decide to do some grocery shopping first before heading over. Even though the lake house is apparently pretty stacked already (towels and blankets, toiletries, a decently stocked pantry, even a computer), Wesley has a basic idea of the things I'd need. The idea of shopping nauseates me a bit, but I'm glad Wesley is taking a minor break from work (even on a weekend) to help me out. "Can I come too?" Eli asks. Clearly he overheard us talking. Wesley looks at me before looking at his son. "I don't know, buddy, you might just get in the way--" "I'm sure he'll be fine," I say quickly, not wanting to dismiss Eli. "Don't you have homework?" Wesley asks. "I finished it all yesterday," Eli says. I smile slightly to myself before glancing at Wesley. He looks at me and shrugs. "You mind?" "Not at all." "Maybe an overnight stay or something?" he asks me. But Eli answers first. "Yeah!" he says happily, looking eagerly between the both of us. "Alright. Go pack up some things, Eli," Wesley says, and Eli hurries to run upstairs and get an overnight bag ready. "And don't forget a toothbrush!" he shouts. After lunch with Tanya and a bit more relaxation, the three of us pack into Wesley's car with the stuff they had saved for me (most of my old files, old hard drive, some clothes, photo albums and the like). Wesley also gave me a box of books and movies, adding "There are some extra in there just for you, buddy" with a little wink. Glancing at the blank tapes, I could only assume they were porn, and I laughed and rolled my eyes as I set the box in the car. We do all the necessary shopping beforehand and then head to the lake house. It's not a far drive from Wesley's house -- maybe forty or so minutes, so it's nice to feel close but still have my own space. It's a beautiful area, both quiet and private. Just a small, cozy looking house that overlooks the lake down the hill. It'd be prettier if the sky wasn't so grey (it looks like it may rain), but already I feel calm. This is the perfect place for me to realign myself. Wesley shows me around the place before helping put my things away while Eli walks around on the beach nearby. Once we finish, we spend a little time discussing what to do about getting me a car, change of address, the works. There's a lot on my list of things to do but for now, we just address it. Eventually we both find ourselves standing at the big sliding doors that act as windows to the lake. "It's beautiful out here," I say, taking in the view. "It really fuckin' is, man," he says, nodding. "Reminds me a little of Lake Aldrich." He laughs hard. "Jesus, how many times have we skinny dipped in that place?" "I lost count after a while," I say with a smile. "Damn, now I wanna go for a swim," he says softly. "Before it gets too dark." "Yeah?" "Yeah, why not?" "I don't have any trunks," I say. "Who cares? Swim in your boxers. Or swim naked for all I care." Wesley's already taking off his shirt. "You could skinny dip for old time's sake." I laugh. "Emphasis on the old. We're too old for that now." "Me? Never," he says, grinning as he tosses his shirt at my face. I catch it, throwing it on the table. "Although prison has aged you a bit, little bro." He pats my cheek before opening the sliding door and stepping outside. "Mind grabbing a few towels?" "Sure." I head into the bathroom to grab three towels before kicking off my shoes and heading outside. Both Wesley and Eli are already in the water by the time I get out there. I notice Wesley's naked and Eli's in his briefs. Taking the more cautious approach, I decide to stay in my boxers as the three of us swim around, often making laps to and from the dock near the center of the lake or otherwise just splashing each other and horsing around. But soon, there are a few cracks of thunder before rain starts to come down from those looming storm clouds. It's only drizzling so far, so we get a head start, drying ourselves off quickly. Wesley half-pulls on his clothes as we head up the steps back to the lake house. We make it before it starts to come down a little harder, laughing slightly. Eli says he's hungry, so I leave them to whip something up while I take a shower. My intention is to make it quick, but I end up taking much longer than I anticipated. I almost forgot what a proper shower feels like. The water is hot and the space is private and clean and I'm practically moaning from how good it all feels. Free. I relish in it until there's a knock on the bathroom door. Then I hear Wesley step inside. "Leo?" "Yeah?" "The hell are you doing in here?" Wesley asks, and I faintly hear him chuckle. "You've been in here for like twenty minutes." I pull back the glass slightly to look out at him. He's leaning against the sink opposite the shower, smirking at me. "I'm enjoying my first real shower in three years, man. Let me live." "Sorry, sorry," he says, laughing. "I'm gonna head home, though." "Yeah?" "Can't leave Tanya alone too long or she'll go crazy on me," he says with a grin. "You good here?" "Uh, yeah, I think so." "Sweet. I whipped something up for Eli so he's eating. Also," he adds, glancing at the door before looking at me, "Eli's kind of a pussy when it comes to storms. Totally freaks out. And it looks like it might be a doozy. Also why I wanna head out now, before it gets bad." "What should I do if he freaks out?" "Just put on a movie or something and he'll be fine," he says, standing up straighter. "I'll swing by some time tomorrow to pick him up. Oh, and I left a cell phone for you on the counter," he adds. "With my numbers, and Tanya's, and Mom and Pop's. Give `em a ring when you can. They've been dying to hear from you." "Yeah, I will," I say, smiling. I shut off the shower. "Listen, man, thanks for everything--" "Please, don't mention it," he says, laughing. "It's the least I could do." "At least gimme a hug," I say, stepping out of the shower, naked and dripping wet. "How about we don't--" "Nuh uh. C'mere, big bro," I say, laughing. He pushes me away slightly and we half-wrestle a bit, but I manage to get my arms around him. "Fucking bastard," he says, but he laughs, hugging me back with his characteristic bear hug before pulling away. "Behave yourself, you hear?" he says, slapping my bare ass. I wince as he laughs and slips out the door. I rub my ass cheek a bit before grabbing a towel, drying myself off with a sigh. I hear Wesley say goodnight to Eli before the front door opens and closes. It feels much quieter. And, now that the shower isn't running, I can hear the rain more clearly, pounding down on the roof and windows. I wrap the towel around my waist before stepping out of the bathroom. It's surprisingly dark for it only being early evening, but the clouds are incredibly grey, making it seem like it's the dead of night already. There's a crack of thunder as well as some lightning and, over in the sitting area, I see Eli twitch. He's on the small couch in front of the television, under a blanket, clearly distressed by the weather. I head into the bedroom to put on some boxers and a t-shirt and then grab the sandwich that was left for me before coming out to join him. "You okay, buddy?" I ask, sitting next to him. He nods a little but quickly snuggles up to me. I put an arm loosely around him as I eat and watch the movie with him. I have no idea what it is, or what the premise is, but it's mildly entertaining. After a while Eli stops shaking, maybe because I'm running my hand up and down his side slowly, and he relaxes against me, finally calm. Of course, it doesn't last long. Eventually, the lights start to flicker after a particularly booming bit of thunder. Then, everything goes off at once. The lights, the television, the soft hum from gebze escort the fridge. "Fuck," I whisper, and Eli whimpers a bit next to me as the darkness takes over. I can actually feel him shaking, but my eyes still haven't adjusted to the lack of light yet. "Hold on," I say, and I start to stand up. "Where are you going?" Eli asks quickly. "Just gonna grab the flashlight," I say. "Stay here." "I'll only take a sec--" "Please?" I sigh slightly. Maybe Wes was right. He is kind of a baby sometimes. I reach out and take his hand. "C'mon. Stick with me." He's reluctant to get up but clearly he'd rather not be alone, so he gets up with me, clutching onto my hand tightly. We walk slowly through the dark. It's not pitch black, so my eyes eventually adjust, but I have to make sure to watch my footing since I don't know the place too well yet. I remember seeing a flashlight in one of the kitchen drawers, and thankfully, after feeling around, I find it on the first shot. I flick it on and it illuminates the way. I then search for the phone on the counter, and when I find it, along with Wes's number, I give the flashlight to Eli. "Here. You're in charge of this," I say, handing it to him. I dial Wesley and listen to the phone ring a few times before he picks up. "Hello?" "It's me," I say. He instantly recognizes my voice. "Hey! What's up? Is everything okay?" He's talking a little loudly. Maybe he's still driving? He ought to have gotten home by now. But then again, the roads are probably not so hot right now. "Well the power just went out," I say. Eli brushes against me and I reach down to rub his back. Only then do I realize he never put clothes on, so he's still in his briefs. "Didn't you say there was a generator?" "Yeah, there is, in the... Oh fuck," Wes says, sighing, realizing something. "I fucking have it. It's at the house." "Damn." "Do you need it?" he asks. "I can probably grab it and turn a--" "No, no," I say, not wanting to be a bother. "No, it's fine. We'll survive the night." "You sure?" "Yeah. Just bring it tomorrow." "Will do." After a couple closing remarks, I end the call and set the phone back down on the counter. I sigh, looking down at Eli. "Well. Looks like there's no power for tonight." "Oh," he says softly. "Not exactly how you expected our first sleepover to go, huh?" I say with a smile before ruffling his hair. "C'mon." I lead him to the bedroom. In the interest of making things a little more fun, I have him help me set up a tent with the bed, using the headboard and foot of the bed as supports for the sheet we put up. It's super makeshift and nothing crazy, but he smiles when we get under the sheets with the flashlight. It illuminates the little area nicely, and we get cozy with the blankets and pillows. "I think we're safe under here, don't you?" I ask. "Yeah," he says with a smile, blushing before looking down for a moment. "Do you think I'm a baby?" "What?" "Dad thinks I'm a baby because I'm scared of storms." I sigh a bit. "You're not a baby." I pause for a bit before saying "You know what I'm afraid of?" When he looks up, I say "Heights." "Really?" "Yep. They fucking terrify me." There I go again, letting a curse slip, but he laughs. I guess if it makes him feel better, it's not so bad. "Ever since I was little." "I don't like spiders." "Spiders are nasty," I say, and he chuckles. "I saw some of the biggest spiders I've ever seen when I was in prison. This big," I say, making a shape with my hands. He laughs. "You're lying." "Swear to God," I say, laughing. He smiles a bit, rolling on his stomach slightly before looking at me. "How come you were in jail, Uncle Leo?" I bite my lip a bit. How do I explain the whole convoluted story to a kid? Me having an affair with a college student, her being very much into drugs, us fighting all the time when we weren't having wildly passionate sex, us getting into a violent and public argument while both of us were on something, a stranger getting tragically caught in the crosshairs? It's too much to explain. So I keep it simple. "Well... I got into a... well, a pretty bad fight, kiddo." He looks at me with intrigue, like I'm about to read him a bedtime story. "Like a fistfight?" I hesitate. "Kinda, yeah," I say. "What happened?" "Someone got hurt pretty bad." "Are they okay?" Eli asks tentatively. I sigh heavily, looking down. "No, kiddo. No, they're not okay." Eli looks at me for a bit. "So you did kill somebody?" I look up. "No." I was blamed, of course, and with her testimony of how I had abused her over the course of our fling (all lies), I didn't stand a chance. I only got out because, after a long investigation into her claims, a few witnesses came forward years later to tell the truth -- that she had started the fight, and that she had also attacked the stranger who had tried to break us up, corroborated by a hazy bit of video footage somebody had. My charges were dropped, and I was shortly released. "But everyone thought I did. And, to be fair, I did play a part." "Wow." Eli looks at me for a while, taking in this information. "You must have been sad." "I was pretty sad," I say with a smile. "Someone died. And jail was hard, kiddo. Hard and boring. Even worse because I didn't get many visitors." "What about Aunt Lisa?" I chuckle. "You remember her?" "Yeah," he says, fixing his glasses. "She was nice and pretty." "She was nice and pretty," I agree, nodding. "But we're not together anymore." "Why not?" I shrug. "She doesn't love me." He pouts again. "That's sad." More sad things. "It's okay. Things happen," I say softly, reminiscing for a bit. I realize Eli is just staring at me so I switch the subject over to him. "How about you? Bet you're quite the lover boy at school," I tease, nudging his shoulder. He laughs and blushes. "Yeah right." "Oh come on, you're adorable," I tell him, and his face gets even redder. "I bet you rake in all the Valentines, don't you?" He laughs. "I guess." Of course, I knew he was surprisingly popular at school, according to Tanya. But that could be a motherly thing. "Anyone you're interested in?" He looks at me confused. "Whatcha mean?" "Like, anyone you think is cute?" "Ew," he says, laughing. "Like, like-like them? No." "Why not?" "That's gross, Uncle Leo." "It's not gross," I say, smirking. "I've like-liked plenty of girls in my day." Eli looks at me before asking "When did you have your first kiss?" I think back. "High school, I think." I look at him and smile slightly. "Why?" "I haven't had my first kiss yet." I scoff. "You're eleven. And apparently you think no one is cute." "Still," he insists. "Lots of my friends have kissed someone." "So why haven't you?" He shrugs a bit. "I don't know. It's weird," he says, looking at the pillow. At the same time, the hand that was resting on his hip drifts to his crotch, teasing himself a bit. I just barely notice. "Eli..." I start to say. He quickly seems to know what I'm referring to and apologizes immediately, moving his hand away. "Sorry, sorry," he says, rolling onto his stomach and hugging one of the pillows, looking embarrassed. I sigh a bit, feeling bad. It's a perfectly normal thing for boys to start being curious about. Maybe he just doesn't understand it. "You know it's normal, right?" He glances at me. "What is?" "Wanting to touch yourself." "Really?" he asks. "Jimmy said it was normal too, but everyone else always tells me to stop. Except you." I blush a bit. "Yeah, well. It's not bad. Not really." "Is it one of those adult things?" he asks, sitting up now that he sees I'm not upset with him. "Adult things? What do you mean?" "Like only adults can do it. Like sex and stuff." I raise my eyebrows a bit. "So you know about sex?" "Oh yeah," he says, smiling and straightening his back as if about to lecture me. "Jimmy and I found a bunch of books in the library and stuff that talked about it and had weird pictures. And Jimmy's older brother told us what the stuff on Dad's tapes means." I blink a bit. I wasn't surprised by two kids perusing the library for information. I was surprised by the tapes. "What tapes?" Eli shrugs. "Dad has a bunch of tapes with naked people doing sex stuff." "I..." I sigh, shaking my head. "Eli, you shouldn't be watching that stuff. Kids aren't supposed to watch that kind of thing." "Why not?" "Because. It's for adults." "Sorry," he says, frowning a bit. "Am I in trouble?" "Your Dad probably wouldn't be happy about it, that's for sure," I mutter, mostly to myself. "Are you gonna tell?" he asks a bit desperately. I look up at him. He's looking at me intently, his eyebrows tilted up in the center, and I sigh. I should probably tell his parents, but I have such a weakness for this kid, and I want him to feel comfortable around someone if he can't feel that way around his own dad. "No, I won't tell." He smiles with relief, looking at his lap as he plays with his fingers for a bit. Then he speaks up again. "Do you watch that stuff?" "I mean... sometimes," I say, smiling slightly. "I haven't in a while." "Dad put them in a box for you." Jeez, this kid is something else. "I noticed." He nods a bit, pausing for a moment before asking "Do you think about sex stuff a lot?" I shrug. "I guess as much as any other guy," I say, looking at him. "Do you?" He shrugs as well. "Yeah." He bites his lip. I wonder what he thinks about. "But it's for adults, right?" "I mean... Touching yourself is different," I say. "You can do that, but it's really usually a private thing." "But not always?" "Huh?" "You said `usually'." Cheeky bastard. "I suppose I did." "Jimmy and I do it together sometimes." "Really?" Who is this Jimmy kid? Probably one of his friends from school. I guess a little fun between friends is to be expected. Though that's something I never did, not even with Wes. "Yeah. When we'd watch the tapes." Maybe it's a good thing that Wesley gave me his porn stash. "No more tapes, alright?" I say, not really sure what else to say to that. Part of me was curious to know more, but it felt a little wrong. I just sigh slightly. It's a lot of information for one night, and I'm starting to get sleepy. Then I notice how quiet it has gotten. "Guess the storm has died down a bit," I say. Now it's just light rain. "Good," he says, and I let out a laugh before yawning slightly. "Are you tired?" he asks me. "A little, yeah," I say, blinking slowly. "Maybe we should sleep." "But it's still early, isn't it?" "Yeah, but there's no light or electricity." I make a mental note to buy candles. "We can talk in the morning," I say before he can protest, and he submits, lying on his side facing me. "Can I sleep here?" I smile, thinking nothing of it. "Sure." I make sure he brushes his teeth before we head back into our makeshift tent, getting under the thin blanket comfortably. We say "Good night" to each other before resting on our sides, facing each other. I'm pretty exhausted still, and the bed is damn near one of the most comfortable beds I've ever lied down on, so I quickly feel my body get that heavy-from-sleep feeling. Part of me wishes I had a few drinks so I could fall asleep faster, but for now, I just enjoy the comfort. After a while, though, in a half-asleep sort of daze, I hear Eli whisper "Uncle Leo?" I don't respond, just waiting for sleep to take me, hoping he stays quiet. But then Eli shifts a bit, and I feel him get closer until I can practically sense his body heat. "Uncle Leo?" he repeats again. It must be to check if I'm asleep or not because he pokes my chin. I consider mustering up enough strength to ask him what he wants, but I take too long to do so, because then I feel Eli's lips. On mine. I stop breathing for a moment as Eli kisses me. It's a soft kiss, but he holds it for a while before quickly pulling away. I swallow thickly, making sure not to move any other muscle. Eli just kissed me. Why? And before I can ponder this further, I feel something else. His little hand, exploring, feeling around my lower body until he comes across what he was looking for: my cock. He gives it a light squeeze through my boxers, feeling it out a bit. I freeze completely, but it's over before I can make sense of it and react accordingly. He pulls away and then rolls over on his opposite side. My heart thuds heavily. I inhale slowly and deeply before gently letting it out to calm myself. What the hell just happened? Eli just grabbed my fucking cock. And even worse, I can feel the blood rushing to my dick, going from soft to semi-hard. What the fuck? I take another deep, quiet breath. Relax. Should I be mad at him? I'm not. The right thing to do would probably be to tell him off. But then I tell myself "It's okay. Don't yell at him. He's curious. Better that he be curious with me than someone who might take advantage of him, right?" In reality, though, I miss his hand. I want him to go back. I want him to reach into my boxers and pull my cock out and be as curious as he wants to be. It's been so long since I've been touched and I'm already hard from that simple little grab, now tenting my boxers. My face is warm and my heart won't stop beating but I keep my eyes closed and body still and maintain a bit of composure. After a long while, when I do fall asleep, I have a series of dreams, like usual. However, the last one is the one that strikes me. It's a sex dream. It's been a long time since I've had a decent one, and so I'm relishing in the moment, feeling my cock wrapped around something silky and wet and warm. It's one of those dreams where your vision is all hazy and nothing is really clear. The dream is all sensation. But soon, who I'm fucking comes into focus. What I think is a woman is actually little Eli, bent over, looking back at me with his glasses askew. My cock throbs so hard that it hurts but I don't stop thrusting in and out of him. My hands are gripping him tight, pinning him under me, and he begs for more in that needy boyish voice of his. I'm fucking Eli. I'm inside him. I'm panting and sweating and God it feels so fucking good and then, I wake up. I gasp slightly with a raging hard-on. It's still dark out, and Eli's still sleeping soundly nearby, facing away from me. I swear under my breath, still in disbelief that I had a sex dream about a kid, let alone my own nephew. And yet, I can't deny how horny it made me. How turned on I am at the thought. As I roll onto my back and reach into my boxers to start quietly stroking myself while replaying the dream over and over in my head, I realize how fast my heart is racing. I realize that I'm in big, big trouble here.