Oneshots

the favorite uncle

What the hell is wrong with me?

I couldn't help but ask myself this question once again as I drove away from my brothers house, having dropped my nephew off at my brothers again. I shivered slightly, terrified about what could happen if Danny said anything. I close my eyes, just for a second, as I pause at a stop light. In the dark beneath the eyelids my brain swam with thoughts of flesh, the smell of sex, and the sight of those god damn emerald eyes looking up at my innocently. I shook myself and return to the task at hand, driving safely without adding vehicular manslaughter to my list of crimes. Half an hour later I pulled into the dusty driveway of my old family home.

When Ty told my parents he would be moving to the city it was a dream come true for me, he left me the only heir to the ranch we had both grown up on. It had been years since it held any livestock or grew enough crops to sustain a whole family, but it was big, my closest neighbor was a mile and a half down the road, and the only time anyone bugged me was when one of the people from the closest little town needed something fixed.

Tyler's oldest son, Chase, had been coming out here since he could walk. He loved the open space and adored helping me work, so it wasn't unusual for him to ask to spend his weekends with Uncle Jake. The kid was 14 now, he'd be starting high school after this summer. All grown up now, in more ways than one.

I practically crawled out of the truck and up to the house. My home, my hide away from all of the things I hated in the world, was now tainted. I swore I could smell the little bastard as I walked through the front door. Like pine trees and teenage-boy favored deodorant. I groaned and climbed the stairs, heading into the bathroom. I paused by the door, wiggling the door knob. There was something wrong with the lock, and it was easy to get right through it, all you needed was to shift the knob the right way. It set you up for some accidental embarrassing encounters. I'd never thought to fix it, after all the only person I had over regularly was Chase. Now that I thought back on that stupid fucking lock I cursed myself, some handy man I was.

I stood at the basin of the sink, just like I had last night, and stared deep at my reflection. There hadn't been much sleep last night, and it showed. Dark circles showed through my tan, right beneath a pair of dark brown eyes, my sandy-brown hair was close cropped, but after last nights activity it managed to be as messy as it possibly could be, and the rush this morning hadn't left me time enough to shave, leaving my broad jaw with a coat of stubble. I closed my eyes, unable to look at myself, I thought back on exactly what happened last night. I was his god damn blood, what the hell was wrong with me!?

But then, he had asked for it hadn't he?

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I stood at the sink, the water running loudly as I scrubbed my teeth. Steam from my recently-ended shower fogged up the mirror, and I stood naked apart from a towel wrapped securely around my waist. I hummed idly and spit into the sink, enjoying the brief reprieves from Chase's excited chattering. My moment of peace however was instantly shattered when the bathroom door suddenly opened behind me, I spun on my heel, tooth brush hanging comically from the corner of my mouth as one hand flew to the edge of my towel like a safety blanket.

Chase stood in the door way, a look of what appeared to be shock etched on his face, though looking back there was a glint in his eye that should have been a warning to me. The kid jumped, and scrambled for his own towel, which I quickly realized was the only thing covering his own pelvis, but somehow in the rush the terrycloth slipped from his hands and fell behind him. We both sat and stared at each other for a long moment. I couldn't help but look, I swear to god it wasn't like I was checking him out, it was an unconscious decision.

It was the most I'd seen of him since he was a little boy. And he certainly wasn't a little boy any longer. My eyes trailed head to toe in an instant, same shaggy hair, the same color as mine, same dark green eyes, he was a swimmer, and as a result had a slim compact build, the exact opposite of my thick brawny build. But it didn't make him look scrawny, on the contrary it gave him a sleek agile appearance, and the muscle tone certainly wasn't anything to scoff at. My eyes passed that six-pack abs that he'd been showing off all summer, he had pubes now, trimmed neat, that was definitely different, and he had a slim, cut dick that sat half erect beneath his little patch of hair. For whatever reason I found myself judging it, comparing it to my concealed member, I wagered he'd fall somewhere between 5 and 6 inches when he was hard, respectable for someone his age and stature. I didn't linger though, his hips were narrow and protruded, his legs were slim and he had only the lightest dusting of light brown hair on them, he had confided in me once that he shaved them for swimming, something to do with being more hydrodynamic.