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Chapter. 6

It was a few hours after the whole.. thing that happened. I finally felt less guilty about that and decided to go downstairs where my family was, and I guess.. my lover? I didn't want to slap a label on something that was so casual. Toby, the fucking label is incest. I scolded myself mentally. I hated myself for the fact that he was my uncle and I was doing this with him.

I stepped into the kitchen and there he was, sitting at the table sipping on a beer with my uncles, dad and grandpas. I looked down a little and walked over to where the food was. All the women were probably flocked into the living room where they would gab about girl shit. I tried to avoid contact with anyone since my cheeks were as red as they could be.

"Hey, Toby.. could you get me another beer please?" My uncle Martin's distinctive voice called out, he reached back and gently tugged on my shirt to get my attention since I was standing behind him and facing the counter.

"Toby, I think you're old enough to sit down and crack open a beer with us. I'm sure you've drank before but you should join us guys" my dad said shortly after.

I looked back at uncle Martin who gave me the cutest little cheeky smile since he had asked so politely. I let out a small dorky laugh before nodding and opening the fridge up to grab a beer for my uncle. That was before I had even processed my dads words, my brow shot up and I instantly grabbed myself one then finished dishing up my food "I've had a few beers before, I won't lie to you dad. There's been some parties and that's just.." I shook my head and let out an awkward chuckle since that was tied into some bad memories. Some heterosexual memories.

As I began to walk to the chair to sit beside uncle Martin, I brought my fingers to smooth over the back of his neck gently in a nonchalant manner since I had wanted to touch him. It just looked like I was resting my hand on the back of the chair. I sat down beside him and gave him a half smile before I picked up my fork and began eating, when I looked up I noticed everyone was staring at me. "What? Do I have something on my face?" I asked.

"We're waiting for you to open up that beer" my grandpa said with a small, elderly chuckle.

"Oh.. well duh, I mean I was going to drink it but I was waiting until I was thirsty but fu– uh.. screw it" I said. I didn't want to give my grandads a heart attack by cursing I grabbed the can and opened it up, taking a small drink from the sort of gross liquid. I didn't care for beer much but if I asked for something fruity they'd know that I was gay. "Ah, well I'm going to finish my food" I mumbled then went back to eating.

Everyone went back to gabbing and joking about sports, typical guy things. I continued to eat which Martin kept taking a few of my carrots from my plate which made me chuckle a little then I looked over at him with a dorky smile. My eyes were basically hearts, I couldn't look away. I took a piece of carrot from my plate and held it up to his mouth with a small chuckle "here, eat all the healthy food and leave me with the junk" I snickered out a little. He took the carrot and purposely licked my finger which made me snort out a laugh. It was obvious I was smitten, I didn't know if it was obvious to my dad or other family but I needed to chill out with that.

"No, you eat the healthy stuff. You're still a little boy who needs to grow" Martin chuckled and brought his hand down to my arm to feel it "skin and bones, I'll fatten you up over Christmas time if your mom lets me" he said with a small chuckle. I was actually a bit worried since a few of the other family members looked over at us, my moms side mostly.

"Oh about that, I'll speak to your mother tonight and see what she says" my dad said with a lower tone.

Of course my uncle from my moms side had to chime in "what's this about?" He asked before taking a drink from his can, his eyes were glued on Martin. He looked sort of pissed for some reason, but then again my moms side of the family likes to be included in everything.