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Chapter. 3

Look away, for the love of god Tobias Forge you look away right now. I mentally scolded myself for staring at his crotch, the other family members were all staring at me so I don't think they noticed. I blinked a few times before I cleared my throat and walked over to the table where I sat down beside my dad.

"Well good morning, sunshine" my dad laughed. I don't know whether they were exchanging embarrassing stories about me before I walked in or they knew.

They were all staring at me still, my eyebrows furrowed before I felt two hands brush back my hair slowly "you shouldn't stare at his hair, he just woke up. Poor guy" I heard my uncle Martin's voice from behind me. Ugh he was touching me.

But he pulled his hand away from my hair, and I cleared my throat again before I decided to speak "that's why you were all staring at me like I was worshipping the devil in front of you?" I asked before I looked up at my mom when she sat the plate in front of me, it was bacon and eggs, I didn't particularly care for eggs but I'd be grateful and eat them, or hear her nag me.

"Martin had actually told us that your hair would look weird when you came down if you didn't comb it, so you can blame him" my dad said with a chuckle.

Uncle Martin sat down beside me and gave me an apologetic smile before he reached his hand beneath the table and gave my leg a small pat "sorry, kid. But at least I fixed it" he said, his hand remained on my leg though... he even squeezed it gently before I finally brought my hand to the back of his as if I were going to move it but since he didn't react to my hand resting on his, other than brushing his thumb against the fabric of my jeans, I decided to just move my hand from his.

"I-I didn't.. have time to do my hair" I stuttered out like a complete idiot, my mind just bouncing back to the thought of his hand being on my leg.. I just wish he'd make it my inner thigh and then we'd be golden. And by golden I mean I'd have an even bigger hard on and I'd probably have to leave the room so I could jerk off.

"Anyways, so I was thinking about the seating arrangements–" my mother began to droll on which caught everyone's attention and got the spotlight off of me. I began to eat my food slowly, my eyes would move over to Martin when I'd see him bringing the cup up to his lips then take a sip from it. I basically had heart eyes at this man right now, but I tried not to swoon too much.

I took my attention away from him and to my plate so that I could start eating again, it was only a few minutes before Martin leaned over just a little so that he could whisper into my ear. "I was thinking about Christmas, maybe after breakfast we can talk to your dad about it" he said in a low and quiet tone so that my mom didn't hear.

I still shivered at his voice right in my ear, my hand moving down to rest on his which was still on my leg before I nodded gently in response to him, not wanting to speak since I figured I'd sound like a mouse squeaking or something. "Do you two have something to share?" My mom asked as she turned her attention to us.

"No, I was just talking to him in a low voice so I didn't interrupt you.. that'd be very rude of me" Martin told her. I kinda smiled at how he seemed really sincere about that, I mean he probably was. But I liked the tone of his voice, it was really calming.

"Oh.. well that was very sweet of you, Martin. I appreciate that" she said in a very kind and forgiving voice. My mother wasn't a bitch, she could act like it during stressful times like making sure the family all had somewhere to sit or something. She wanted to make everything perfect for everyone and she hated to disappoint anyone. Which is why she insists on us going to Christmas with her family.

Martin rubbed my leg a little more, even dropping it into my inner thigh area as he rubbed it before he finally pulled his hand away. I tried so hard not to make any noise, I also managed to look down at my jeans to make sure he wouldn't notice how hard I was. Thankfully the table covered it for the most part. I finished up what was on my plate before I stood up so that I could rinse my plate off. "Uh.. dad, can I talk to you about something personal in the living room?" I asked.