Right Kind Of Wrong✔️

Uncle Cameron

After school Austin and I walked in to see Uncle Cam sitting on the couch with my mom.

"Uncle Cam? What are you doing here?" I squealed running over to him, giving him a hug. Uncle Cam was mom's younger brother a police detective. He was about eight years younger than a mom with brunette hair and chocolate brown eyes. He was the youngest to make detective and I absolutely adored him.

"Hey kiddo, how are my favorite twins?"

"We're good," Austin said giving him a hug.

"Staying out of trouble?"

"For the most part except for old man Crank," he grinned.

"Damn he's still alive? Figured he'd be dead by now."

"What are you doing here?" I asked him.

"Can't your favorite uncle visit?"

"You're our only uncle," we both said together.

"True but I'm still your favorite," he grinned.

We all caught up with Uncle Cam since we don't see him much and he's extremely busy. After a while, I decided to head next door and Austin headed over to Megan's leaving our parents to talk with Uncle Cam.

"So, what do you think Cam?" Dad asked.

He took a deep breath and exhale deeply, "I was afraid of this. When she was dating that boy something in my gut told me there was something disturbing about him. He seemed too perfect. So, like a good uncle, I decided to do some checking up on Mr. Matthews."

"And?"

"He's not as squeaky clean as he seems."

"What do you mean?" Mom asked.

"It seems there have been several reports from different girls in regard to things he did."

"Such as?"

"Assault, bullying, stalking, etc."

Jake's color drained from his face, "And we let her date him. My god Marley what did we do?"

"Cam you said reports were filed. What happened to them?"

"Every girl recanted. We haven't been able to pin anything on him and there is something else."

"What else?" Asked dad.

"Can you have Mikey and Maddie come over alone? I want to talk to them before I talk to the kids."

"Sure, I'll give them a call."

*****
I was in Brandon's room watching a movie with him as he started to kiss me deepening the kiss. As he kissed me I felt his soft lips become firm making it passionate. I had my hands on his shoulders as he had his hand on my waist while we kissed then we heard the front door open and closed. I stopped and looked at him, "Did your parents just leave?"

"I think so."

We shrugged and went back to kissing. Our kissing intensified and Brandon stopped.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because I don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with."

"I'll tell you what. I'll stop you if it's too much. Okay?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Brandon we have known each other our whole lives."

He leaned down and started to kiss me again. I moved my hand to the back of his head as he kept kissing me. I felt his hand move from my waist making its way under my shirt and cupping my chest. My breathing hitched as he moved it down till he reached the bottom of my shirt slowly pulling it up till my bra was visible.