Hey guys, this series has five parts in it, just as a head's up. It's all gay and it's all incest. You've been warned.
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It's December 19th, and my parents and I are off to my Aunt and Uncle's for dinner. It's kind of a celebratory thing. Today was my last day of high school. I took some extra courses throughout the summer, instead of working, and I finished up early. My cousin Colton says that I try too hard to be smart. But it's not really that I'm smart, I'm just good at time management.
Colton's the smart one. He graduated last year, but he started working in the summer before grade eleven at an auto shop. He's been working there for three years, and he makes a pretty decent amount of cash, from what he's told me. And he actually has a dependable source of income for the foreseeable future. Me? I'm totally strapped.
To be honest though, he doesn't really need to work. His parents are rich. I mean, filthy rich. My uncle, Uncle John, works for a pretty big law firm and he makes wicked money. My aunt works like, three days a week as a part-time receptionist for a doctor's office or something. I don't pay much attention when she talks about work.
When we pulled into the driveway at my uncle's house, I was pretty excited to see my cousin Colton outside. He was sitting on the front step smoking a cigarette. He smiled at us and waved as we parked.
"Looks like your brother hasn't gotten him to quit smoking yet." My mother remarked to my dad. I rolled my eyes. The women in my family were always dissatisfied with something. Especially when it came to Colton. They thought he was a bad influence on me.
He was tall, as were all of the men in my family. And he had some muscle too, but most of it came from working on the cars. I don't know how he did it; I could go to the gym for hours and still come out looking like a piece of celery.
Colton looked like he'd stepped straight out of The Outsiders. He always wore a plain white t-shirt, tight black jeans and work boots. He also almost always had a bandana hanging from his back pocket, that he'd use to wipe his hands if they got dirty. He even greased his black hair back.
The only more modern thing about him was his piercings. He'd stretched his ears out, I think to gauge 00, about the width of a pencil. He also got his left nostril pierced, and he wore a ring in it. I thought it was pretty cool, but I'd never get it myself. I couldn't pull it off.
I`m tall, not as tall as Colton, but still, I have some height. What I lack is...well, everything else. Colton always said that I looked like Clark Kent, before he turned into Superman.
It's unfair; all the men in my family are just naturally attractive. Colton looks like he stepped right off the fucking cover of Rolling Stones magazine. Uncle John looks like he belongs on Moore's commercials, and hell, even my dad looks like he belongs on TV. But me, what do I look like? A lamer version of the alter-ego of a superhero from the '70s. If that isn't the definition of "tragic backstory" then I don't know what is.
"Leave it alone, Margret." My father warned, climbing out of the car. I followed my parents to the front steps. My mom walked right past Colton and into the house. My dad said hi, patted Colton on the back and then headed in. I sat next to him on the steps while he finished his smoke.
"How's it going, kid?" He asked, looking at me. His eyes were blue, the kind of blue that you could fall right into if you weren't careful.
"Eh, same old, same old." I shivered. It was snowing lightly outside, and I was getting goose bumps. I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and a light jacket, and I was freezing. Colton was in just his plain, V-neck and jeans, but he looked completely unbothered by the sub-zero temperature.
"What's it like to be free, Aaron?" He asked, taking another long drag from his cigarette. I shrugged. He stood and dropped his cigarette into the snow. I stood too.
"It's alright, I guess."
"Alright, you guess? That's it? You're out of school! You're done! You're free! Free!" He said, grabbing my shoulders and shaking me playfully. His hands were warm, as they gently squeezed my shoulders. His face was maybe two inches from mine, and my breath hitched.
That happened sometimes around Colton, and I don't know why.
His blue eyes stared deeply into my hazel eyes. His hands moved up from my shoulders to my neck, his thumbs gently stroked my cheeks. When he exhaled I could smell is cigarette, Malboro Red, and a mixture of something else, cinnamon maybe. I placed my hands on his chest, the warmth of his body travelled into my fingers up my arms. My face moved closer to his.
"What now?" He asked quietly, his hot breath brushed against my lips.
"I don't know." I murmured.
His nose moved beside mine, the cold metal ring sliding against my skin. My eyes fluttered closed, my lips parted.
"Boys! Get inside, dinner's ready."
My eyes flew open, Colton's face drew away from mine. The weird spell that had been cast on us was lifted.
Colton smiled playfully at me. He leaned in, pressed a wet kiss to my cheek, then sauntered towards the house.
"Ew, gross!" I said, wiping my cheek with my sleeve.
"C'mon inside, kid, dinner's ready!" He said. And it was as if nothing happened at all.
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After dinner, Colton told my Aunt Gemma that he wanted to show me his new bass guitar. He'd bought it with his own money, and was quite proud of it.
So we headed down to his room. I knew that it was a cheap excuse for us to sneak away, he'd shown me his bass last time I came over, but I was just glad we didn't have to sit upstairs and listen to the adults talk anymore. It was way more fun to just hang out with Colton.
His room's in the basement. My uncle's house is huge, and Colton gets the entire downstairs all to himself. He has his own room, a bathroom, a kitchen and a living room, it's like his own suite. Aunt Gemma had started charging Colton rent money to "teach him the value of a dollar", but when he told her that he was saving up for university, she cut that crap.
When we got to his room, I plopped down on the bed, face down.
"Tired?" Colton asked, spreading out next to me. It was a king-sized bed, but he laid pretty close to me. I didn't mind though. The warmth from his body seemed to be radiating off of him in waves, and I inched closer to him.
"I'm not tired, I'm just done listening to both our moms yammer on about useless crap." I muttered into the blankets. "I thought this was supposed to be a celebratory thing for me, not a 'complain about your work' dinner."
"Aww muffin." He said sarcastically, petting my brown hair.
"Shut up." I groaned, hitting his hand away.
