Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
*
The back road to Kaden City was dark and lifeless. The only sound was the engine of the SUV and the wheels driving over the cracked pavement. The two-lane road twisted and turned, thick forests dominating either side. With no streetlights for what seemed to be miles, the high beams on the SUV were the only way Parker could see where he was going.
He looked in the rearview mirror and saw his reflection staring back at him. Parker had just turned eighteen, but he was constantly being told he didn't look a day over fourteen. His extremely youthful features, pale and clear skin, slim "twink" frame, and a light brown skater-shag haircut to go with it, he could see why.
Girls had a tendency of getting their heart broken, though, when he would tell them he was gay. He never had a boyfriend, though. More importantly, he had never had sex more than once. Relationships were something to chew on, though honestly, all he wanted was a few
fantastic
fucks. Though Parker had had his fair share of offers, his nerves would always get the best of him. He sighed, then remembered the task at hand.
Parker's senior class project was nearing its due date. He figured since his dream was to study journalism when he went to college, he decided a fitting project would be to interview someone. Someone of importance. Well, at least to Parker. That is when he decided to interview his uncle, whom he had not seen since he was ten.
Parker's dad and his uncle Owen had a mysterious falling out back in the day. Parker always asked why he never visited anymore, but his father always avoided the question. He wasn't even allowed to visit or call. But this is where it stopped. He was eighteen. As the law would have it, he was finally an adult who could do whatever he chose to do. This is where Parker would get the answers himself. Uncle Owen was his favorite person growing up, and he wanted him back.
With a new determination sprouting from within, Parker pressed the gas a little more, and the bright "
Welcome To Kaden City"
sign appeared in front of him.
***
Owen Lively was somewhat of an important figure in Kaden. A successful author in the sci-fi genre, a dear friend of the mayor. Hell, he even owned a popular modern art museum in the heart of the city. More importantly, though, he was Parkers uncle. After five minutes of right and left turns, he finally pulled up to his destination.
Owens house was gigantic, to say the least. Or should he say,
mansion.
Definitely a mansion. Parker walked up to the main entrance, two big double doors. He hit the doorbell on the right side and heard the "chime" sound it caused from inside.
Greeting him was a plain-looking middle-aged man in a standard Butlers uniform.
"Mr. Parker?" he said in a deep, almost sexy voice.
"Uh, yes sir." Parker croaked from his dry throat.
"Mr. Lively is expecting you in the living room. Follow me, please."
Parker suddenly felt like he was in a movie, walking into a world that was completely alien to him. Mansion? Check. Butler? Check. About to meet a relatively he hadn't seen in years? Check. Was his uncle still the same person after all these years? Would he like him like he did before? Was it okay that Parker gay? Too many questions. But the answers were only but a few minutes away from being answered.
"Your nephew has arrived, sir." The butler said to Owen, who had his back turned, resting in a luxury chair.
Uncle Owen stood and turned to face the two. Parker's jaw hit the floor. He was, well,
sexy as fuck,
to put it mildly. Eight years ago, Uncle Owen was a slightly overweight man who liked to keep his head shaved, which didn't fit him. Now, he was thinner, lean. His hair was grown out, black, and styled like John Connor's from Terminator: Judgement Day. He wore a neatly trimmed five o'clock shadow on his face. His Deep, dark eyes stared in awe at his nephew.
"You know where to find me, sir. Gentleman..." The butler said as he walked out back into the main hall.
"Th- thank you, Victor." Uncle Owen muttered. His eyes never leaving Parker's.
Parker ran to his uncle and hugged him, not caring what his reaction would be.
"I missed you so much..." Parker squeaked, a single tear beginning to form.
His uncle immediately hugged him back. Tight.
"I missed you, too, Parker. You have no idea."
***
The butler, Victor, had brought them tea in fancy teacups with gold rims. After a minute of asking how the other had been, it was time to get into the nitty gritty. Sitting in opposite chairs in front of the crackling fireplace, Parker reached down in his backpack and took out his reliable camcorder. He set it down on the end table near him and aimed it towards his uncle. He turned it on and hit "record".
"I wish we could catch up off camera, but it's very important for my project that we keep as much of it on the record as possible. Is that okay?" Parker asked.
Uncle Owen smiled. "Of course it's okay, nephew. I admire your desire to get all the angles."
Parker giggled and began.
"Okay. Well, for those who don't know, please tell us a little bit about yourself."
"Well, my name is Owen Lively. I am the writer of the "Turner's Paradise" science fiction series. I own a modern art museum here in Kaden City where I also live...quite comfortably, I might add." Uncle Owen laughed. "Most importantly, I am a father, whose son has just gone off to college. To top it off, I am also the uncle of a devilishly handsome nephew. His name is Parker."
Parker blushed furiously. His palms became clammy.
Jesus, he's so hot. But he's your uncle, remember? Back to business.
He giggled again and resumed the interview.
"So, uncle Owen. This project is about reconnecting with you. To my understanding, you and my father had a falling out eight years ago. You left town, and I was never allowed to contact you or know what went on with you two. What...what happened?"
Uncle Owen slumped in his chair, a frown forming on his handsome face.
"Well Parker, long story short... when I was married to your aunt Cora, I had an affair. Naturally that's why we divorced. I didn't say to much to your dad, but that didn't matter. Before your aunt left, she made a call to your father. She wanted to tell the one detail of the affair, that I begged she keep secret, to everyone who had ears, before she flew back to her parents in California..."
Uncle Owen seemed to get very uncomfortable.
