Date: Mon, 8 Jan 2024 11:38:22 +0000 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Getting to Know Each Other Better: Uncle and Nephew - Part 1 Getting to Know Each Other Better: Uncle and Nephew – Part 1 Gay, Incest, Adult, Youth, Uncle, Nephew, Dad, Son, Teens, Foster Dad, Foster Son This is a story about consensual sex between an uncle, his nephew, a foster dad and his foster son. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. On the sites that provide for you to rate the stories or leave comments, I value your thoughts and opinions. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! It's easy, just follow the link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * * * * This story is an alternative ending to the Kindle Vella story, "Three's a Triangle: An Erotic Gay Romance" (everything I couldn't include in the original). * Thom loved his new job as director of the Wade Randall House for LGBTQ+ Youth. It was a mouthful to say so he usually shortened it to Randall House. Anybody living in the area knew what he was talking about if he used the abbreviated version. Thom still couldn't believe the turn his life had taken since meeting Russ and his inviting Thom to live with him. So even though Russ only knew him from church, he had decided to take a chance on Thom. And he never regretted it for a second. And Thom never regretted leaving his old, thankless job as a case worker with the city's Social Services Department. He had been overworked, underpaid and underappreciated. SO unlike his current job, which was really more like a labor of love. Thom was in his early thirties, tallish with brown eyes, pale freckled skin and thick, wavy, auburn hair that turned a brighter shade of red in the summer. As a kid, he was always the one that everyone agreed on to bully. . . because he was the only ginger in the school. He'd had a slight build, was bookish and not into sports at all, but he did love music and even played the guitar. Being a musician in school didn't exactly make you popular though, so he spent most of his time alone. He had a few friends but they were mostly other misfits like himself who bonded over their status as outcasts. * Thom was alone in the house one afternoon (because his charges were at school) when there was a knock on the door. He went to see who it was and when he opened it, there was a pretty beat up kid standing there. His face was swollen on one side, his lip was split and his eye was half shut. But despite all that, he could still recognize him as one of the boys who'd vandalized the house and was sentenced to community service by painting over the homophobic graffiti he and his friends had left on Randall House. "Tyler! What happened?" "Can I come in?" the boy asked. "Of course, come in," Thom said as he immediately stepped aside. Tyler stepped into the house and looked around. It was not at all what he'd expected. It looked like a real home and so unlike his own. "Go into the kitchen," Thom said as he pointed in that direction. "I'll get the first aid kit and join you." Tyler walked through the living room, the dining room and into the kitchen then sat down at the table. Thom came in with a small box, opened it on the table then began asking Tyler questions. "What happened? Who did this to you?" then a more important one, "Where does it hurt?" Tyler didn't want to answer the first two, so he answered the last one instead. "It kind of hurts everywhere," Tyler answered. He removed his shirt and Thom could tell that the bruising was some of the worst he'd ever seen. And Thom knew from personal experience about bruises. He took his phone out of his pocket and started snapping photos of Tyler's face, front, arms and back. "What are you doing?!" Tyler asked. "Documenting the evidence," Thom answered. Tyler really wanted to put his shirt back on but thought maybe Thom was right. He needed this time to be different. He needed this time to be the last time. Without being asked, Tyler stood, unbuttoned his pants and lowered them. The bruises were all over his legs too, but Thom noticed something else. In addition to the bruises, there were also burns on his legs. Thom was horrified but did not let his face show it. He took as many photos as he felt were necessary then had Tyler pull his pants back up. "I'm going to apply some aloe vera to help reduce the pain and swelling and get a bag of frozen peas for your eye." When he returned, he handed the bag of peas to Tyler who put it on his face. Then he began to gently rub the gel into Tyler's skin. "Let me know if I'm hurting you, okay?" "Okay, but how do you know this will work?" "Experience. Maybe I'll tell you about it some other time. Now, do you want to talk about who did this to you?" Tyler trusted this man so he didn't hesitate to say, "My dad. He came home early and found me looking at a magazine. He lost it and just started hitting me. . . more than usual even. He usually comes home drunk and takes out his frustrations on me, but this time was different. This time. . ." Tyler started but didn't know how to tell Thom why this time was different. Probably because of the kind of magazine he was looking at. "It's okay, Ty. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Can you rub the aloe vera on your legs yourself?" Tyler nodded then Thom sat down. He liked that Thom had used his nickname. He lowered his pants once more and started rubbing the gel on those bruises. "It was a gay men's magazine that I stole, Mr. Tracey." He didn't look at Thom when he said it though. He was too ashamed of what he had helped his friends do to Thom's house. Thom could see that Tyler was conflicted so he put his hand on the young man's shoulder and said, "It's okay, Ty. What you did here is all in the past. You fixed it and now all is forgiven. You can talk to me though. . . I mean if you want to. Understand?" Tyler looked up at the man who was helping him and who had forgiven him and he started to cry. Thom knew he shouldn't but he also knew he had to do something, so he leaned forward and hugged the poor kid until he was all cried out. "I'm just so confused. I like girls but lately I'm. . ." "Curious about boys too?" Thom asked trying to help Tyler out. "Yeah! I don't know what I want. I turn seventeen next week but I don't know where to go now." Then the tears started once more. Thom laid his hands on his arms this time and asked, "What do you mean you don't know where to go?" "My dad told me not to come back. He threw most of my stuff out on the sidewalk. I put as much as I could in a garbage bag and came over here because I didn't know what else to do. I can't tell my friends because they hate fags. . . gays, sorry." "It's okay, Ty. Are you hungry, tired? Tell me what I can do for you." "I'm always hungry but I'm tired too. I ran all the way here. I had to get away as fast as I could. I didn't want him coming after me." Thom patted his knee and said, "You did the right thing, Ty, coming here I mean. Why don't I make you a couple of sandwiches and while you eat I'll make up the futon in the library, okay?" Then Tyler did something Thom hadn't expected. He smiled. After Tyler had polished off two sandwiches, two juice boxes and a bag of chips, he went in search of Thom. He found him exactly where he said he'd be. "Wow! You weren't kidding when you said the library." Thom laughed. "You should have seen the house before. There were books everywhere, not just in here. Mr. Randall was what you might call a bibliophile, in every sense of the word." "What's a bibio...what was is it again?" Thom laughed and said, "He was a booklover." "Oh!" Tyler said understanding that word. Then he yawned and Thom knew that was his clue to leave the young man to get some sleep. Thom spent the next hour making calls to his friends and former coworkers so that he could have a plan of action. For Tyler's sake, this could never happen again. Tyler awoke a few hours later, refreshed and feeling less pain than he had previously after a beating. He got up and opened the door to find the house buzzing with life. Teri saw Tyler first, went right up to him and said, "You must be Tyler. Wow, you look like hell." "Teri!" Thom yelled from the dining room. "What did I tell you?" "You told me not to ask him what happened and I didn't. Geez." Then she pulled on his sleeve and took him into the dining room where everyone else was busy getting ready for dinner. Tyler hadn't even realized he'd slept so long. Thom came over to him and asked, "Did you sleep okay?" Tyler smiled and answered, "Yeah, I did. Thanks." Thom took a handkerchief from his back pocket and handed it to Tyler. "Your lip is bleeding again." Tyler touched the strange little piece of folded, white cloth to his mouth and it did indeed come away bloody. "Sorry," Tyler said as he thought about handing it back but because it had a bright red stain on it he wasn't quite sure what to do with it. Thom closed Tyler's fingers around it and said, "Keep it. I have more. Do you feel like eating?" Tyler laughed and said, "I'm always hungry, remember?" That caused Thom to laugh too, then he took a minute to introduce everyone. "Teri, you've already met." She gave a little wave. "This is Jim." Jim was short and slightly chubby and a little bit shy. He said, "Hi." Tyler nodded. "The tall one over there is Anthony," Thom continued. "I prefer Tony, Thom. You know that," said the fairly dark-skinned teen. "Hey, Tyler." Tyler nodded. "Whatever, Anthony," Thom said teasingly. "Saied is in the kitchen cooking something vegetarian. I don't know exactly what." A voice from the other room yelled, "Hi, Tyler!" "Brando is upstairs, I think." Just then a very nongender specific person entered the dining room from the living room. "I'm right here. Hi Tyler. I prefer it if you could use they/them pronouns for me, thanks." Tyler had heard of that before so he said, "Sure, I can do that." Then Tyler heard the back door slam. "And last but not least," Thom said as he waited for him to round the corner. "There he is. Tyler that is Pippin," then in a whisper, "not his real name." "Hi!" Pippin greeted Tyler. Pippin was the flamboyant one of the group. He breezed in and gave Tyler an air kiss on each cheek then showed everyone what he'd brought in from the garden. "Sorry I'm late, I was picking these lovely flowers for our dinner table. Let me just find a vase (he pronounced it vahz) to put them in," then he breezed back out again. Tony asked Thom, "Why is it you can call Miss Twink, Pippin, but you can't call me Tony?" Tyler thought that was funny and giggled quietly. "Just ignore Anthony," Thom instructed Tyler. "Teri can you please set an extra place for Tyler?" "Sure thing, Boss," she replied with a salute. (to be continued in Part 2)