Part - 1
"Honey, you need to get your things together, we have to leave soon," yelled mom from the bottom of the steps.
They were going on vacation again, leaving me behind so they could have a good time with each other. Apparently being 18 I wasn't old enough or trusted enough to stay at the house by myself, so they made me pack up my things to go live with my uncle for a week. I don't know what my parents were afraid of. I'm almost a full grown man, I can take care of myself.
We finally get to Uncle Pete's place after a two hour drive and it looked like it was right out of an older western movie. He sat on the porch in a rocking chair, swaying back and forth with the wind. His house was small, but it felt warm and cozy. There was just something about it that made me feel welcome and at home. I unpacked my things and walked with my parents up to him on the porch.
"Hey there big fella," my father said, extending his hand to give a hearty handshake. My mother followed through with a hug and I gave him a handshake as well. His warn, rough hands touched mine and I felt a tingle go down my spine. Our eyes connected throughout the entire handshake, I didn't want to let go. He gave me a smile and our hands finally parted.
"Why don't you go on inside and find your room, it's upstairs on the right," said Pete. I turned and gave my mother and father a hug and went inside, up the stairs, and to the right like Pete had said. The room was small, but comfortable. The wind gave a nice warm breeze and the country air smelled wonderful. I could see myself living in this place. I started to unpack my things as I heard the car the starting and went to the window to wave my parents goodbye.
I could hear Uncle Pete come up the stairs behind me as he stood in the doorway.
"So, how do you like it?" he said. "I know it's nothing like your parents place, but it works for me."
"I like it," I said with a smile. "Something about it just feels so warm to me."
He gave me a chuckle of agreement, "That's why I fell in love with the place."
He started to walk off, motioning for me to follow him. He wanted to give me a tour of the place. Right before the stairs, across the hall, was his bedroom. He showed me where everything was, the kitchen, the bathroom, and the living room. The kitchen was filled with something smelling amazing. If Uncle Pete was good at anything, it would have to be cooking.
"Why don't you finish unpacking your things and come down after, dinner should be ready by then," he explained.
I sat down across from Uncle Pete as we ate. We talked about my life and what I've been doing. If I had a job or if I liked school; this was the most we've ever talked but it felt right. He told me some stories from his childhood and we shared some laughs. The night grew darker as we were finishing up, and we took the conversation to his living room. He didn't have a full size sofa, just a love seat, so we ending up sitting right beside each other, almost touching.
We watched the TV for an hour so, flipping channels often until we ended up watching a little of everything. I couldn't help but feel aroused. I was trying not to but that just made it worse. I kept thinking what would happen if he saw how hard my penis was right now. I excused myself from the room, saying I would call it an early night and just hit the sack. He wished me a goodnight and continued sitting on the couch, flipping through channels.
My curiosity got the better of me when I was going up the stairs, and instead of turning right into my room I found myself going left to his. I looked around in his room, which was bigger than mine, sporting a king sized bed that was just asking to get laid on. In my excitement I had managed to turn out the sound of Uncle Pete coming up the stairs. I laid there in his bed until I heard the door close behind me. I jumped up, scared by the intrusion and saw Pete guarding the door.
I started to make up a story that I forgot which room was mine, as I was walking to the door giving a smile to make up for my mistake. I figured he was standing there to open the door for me when I got close, but that wasn't the case. I got to about a step in front of him and he stuck his hand out.
"Where do you think you're going," he said. His voice was suddenly serious as I started to get worried. I tried to play it off and repeat my story of accidentally getting lost, giving a nervous laugh when I told it again.
"That's not how things work around here boy," I gulped while he was talking. "If you do something wrong you're going to get punished."