Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2021 01:00:00 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 28 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 16, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 28 Justin moved across the small patch of grass to where Charlie laid, clutching his knee and crying. "Let me see," Justin quietly said, gingerly prying Charlie's hands away from his injured leg. Justin could see blood and mud but not much else. He picked Charlie up off the ground and brought the boy inside. Justin's house was modest at best. It was a single-wide trailer with a few old furnishings. It wasn't a mess but it definitely had a cluttered vibe to it. Justin maneuvered around a loveseat and went down the narrow hall to his bedroom. He set the crying boy down on his bed and softly said, "I'll be right back, okay? I'm going to get something to clean your leg." He kissed Charlie on his wet cheek and left. Charlie looked around, hoping to take his mind off of the pain. He landed hard on a sharp rock that dug deep into his knee cap. Justin's room was very tidy. It made the rest of the house look like a dump. There was a dresser, a small desk with a laptop on it, and Justin's shoes were lined up neatly by the door. The bed was soft and covered in a patchwork quilt. Next to him was Justin's phone. The screen was off, and Charlie wondered if the video of them in the shower would come up if he opened it. He was about to reach for it when he heard Justin's bare feet coming towards the room. Washcloth and bandages in hand, Justin entered the room and closed the door behind him. He sat on the bed next to Charlie and asked Charlie to move his hands again. Even though there was better light in the room, Justin still couldn't see anything. "Charlie," Justin said, gently, "I need to take your pants off." Remembering the video, Charlie's eyes widened and he said no. "I need to clean your leg, and I can't do that if I can't see your knee properly." "I don't want to," Charlie said, still crying, though it was more out of fear than pain. "I need to," Justin said, being as patient as he could. "It's either that, or I cut off your pant leg, and you'll have to explain to your dad why you were outside of my window." Not wanting to involve his dad and potentially get in trouble, Charlie relented. He tried standing to unbutton his jeans, but he couldn't put any weight on his knee. Justin told him to lay back on the bed, and Charlie reluctantly complied. Justin removed both of Charlie's shoes, unbuttoned the boy's pants and pulled them down. Charlie grabbed the waistband of his briefs as they started to come off with his pants. Justin did the best he could to stretch out Charlie's leg, putting both on his lap. "This might sting a little," he said, as he dabbed at the wound. Charlie squealed at the initial sting but calmed down after a bit. The cut wasn't deep enough to warrant taking Charlie to the emergency room, but it was still bad. Justin went back to the bathroom and brought back a bottle of saline and a dry towel. He held Charlie's thigh with his right hand and flushed the wound using his left. Charlie cried out as the liquid stung him. He hadn't stopped crying since he fell, and through his tear-blurred eyes, he saw that Justin was crying a little, too. "Is it bad?" Charlie asked. "No," Justin said, sniffling, "I think you'll be okay." "Then why are you crying?" Justin wiped his face, careful to not get blood on it, and said, "It hurts seeing you in pain." Charlie reached out a bloody hand and grabbed Justin's. They held hands for a few minutes, looking at each other. Charlie temporarily forgot about his knee and the video, until Justin's phone buzzed next to Charlie's head. Without thinking, Charlie reached over with his free hand and grabbed the phone. It was a text notification from Billy. "Could you open it and tell me what it says?" Justin asked, as he returned his focus to Charlie's knee. "Sure," Charlie said. Justin gave him the password, and Charlie entered the combo, his heart pounding with fear of what he might see. He sighed with relief. Instead of seeing himself naked, Charlie saw a pick of himself, Justin and Billy from the State Fair set as his wallpaper. He opened the message and let out a sound of disgust before dropping the phone, almost hitting himself on the head. "What is it?" Justin asked, confused. "Billy sent you a pic of his dick!" Charlie said, shaking his head, trying to forget the image of Billy's fully erect penis from his mind. Justin laughed hard, almost causing Charlie to fall off the edge of the bed. Justin grabbed the phone and set it on the desk. Still chuckling at Charlie's reaction, Justin said, "Sorry you had to see that." "Why would he send you that?" Charlie asked, still very grossed out. "That's what guys do." "I've never done that!" Charlie said incredulously. "You will one day." "No I won't!" Charlie flatly stated. Chuckling, Justin said, "You will when you meet the right guy." Charlie went very quiet. Justin thinks I like boys, he thought. Then the memory of the video and what Justin was doing with it came back. He felt nervous, scared, confused and sick. He admitted to loving Justin. The teen had been his person over the last few months, being the only one he could count on, especially when it came to Brenda and how his dad treated him. He had finally gotten used to making out with him, too. He didn't like it at first, but once they did it a few times, it wasn't as bad as he first imagined. However, seeing Justin playing with himself, while watching a secret video of them in the shower frightened him. Charlie knew he never would've said yes to being recorded naked, even by Justin. That time in the shower was a very private thing for him. They had touched each other, especially their butts. Justin had touched his butthole, and the video shows Charlie peeing on Justin's foot, after Justin said that Charlie swam in other people's pee. He thought that was just between them and shouldn't have gone beyond the room. He felt violated. "There," Justin said, finishing off the bandage around Charlie's knee. "That should hold. We need to think of something to tell your dad, because he's going to notice you're limping." Justin stood up. He used what was left of the saline to wash Charlie's hands. He then grabbed everything, including Charlie's pants and left the room. His knee was still very sore but not as bad as before. Charlie moved to the head of the bed, leaned against the pillows and grabbed Justin's phone. It took a few minutes of searching, but Charlie found the folder containing the video. There were also several other pics of him, mostly from the wave pool. Charlie started to play the video. It started with Justin positioning the camera while Charlie got undressed. It was aimed at the shower, and Charlie assumed it was hidden by the bag and Justin's clothes, which is why he hadn't noticed it that day. He started to tear up again, as he watched Justin washing his back with one hand and secretly playing with himself with the other, while Charlie had his back turned to him. Charlie gasped as he watched Justin stick his finger inside his foreskin then use that same hand to wipe inside Charlie's bottom, causing the boy to jump. "I put your pants in the wash--" Justin said, returning to his room. He froze, as he saw the look on the boy's face, while looking at his phone. "You recorded us," Charlie accused, as fresh tears fell from his face. Justin didn't even try to deny it. His voice dry from fear and panic, Justin said, "I did, yes." "Why?" Charlie asked, nearly demanded. Justin stepped fully into his room and sat at the end of the bed, too scared to sit any closer to Charlie. He looked at the half-naked boy on his bed. He had fantasized about that moment several times, since they first met, but none of his dreams started off with Charlie being upset with him. Justin looked into Charlie's beautiful, brown eyes and softly said, "I'm in love with you, Charlie Barton." He waited for some sort of reaction. Part of him wanted the 10-year-old to say the words back. He also expected Charlie to try to flee and run from the house. When he saw the look of fear and confusion in those dark eyes, Justin added, "I have no excuse for why I took that video. A part of me said not to do it, because it was a betrayal of your trust in me, but another part wanted to treasure that intimate moment, because I never thought we would ever have another." Charlie said, "I saw what you were doing before I fell." "I figured as much," Justin said. "Given the timing and where you fell, there was no other conclusion." "Why were you playing with yourself?" Justin did the best he could to explain masturbation. He knew Charlie wouldn't fully understand, since he hadn't started puberty, so there was no way he could fully comprehend how great ejaculating was. Much to his surprise, Charlie understood better than Justin assumed. Charlie had touched himself enough to know it felt good...and sometimes really good. Justin explained orgasms and cumming, and how it can be done during sex or by yourself, with sex being the better of the two. Charlie blurted out the question, unable to stop himself. "Do you want to have sex with me?" "Yes," Justin responded without hesitation. "That's why I was watching the video. I was imagining what it would've been like if we had sex in the shower. I was really turned on and that led to the orgasm." "And the white stuff came out of your dick?" "It's called cum, and that's what happens when men have an orgasm." Justin let Charlie sit with the information and process it. He knew it was a lot for a little kid to take in. By the time Justin returned from putting Charlie's pants in the dryer, Charlie had watched the video two more times, trying to process things. He didn't see anything in the video that would make him want to touch himself like Justin had. But Justin also hadn't physically hurt him; not before, during or after the video. He did love Justin. He loved him a lot. It was all so new and all so fast. "It's okay if you hate me," Justin said from the doorway. "I wouldn't blame you for a second." Justin made to sit at the end of the bed again, but Charlie moved over against the wall. Justin took it as a positive sign and laid down on the bed next to the boy he loved. Charlie lifted Justin's arm, wrapped it around himself and put his head on the young man's chest. He handed the phone back and hugged Justin. "I don't hate you," Charlie offered. "Do you still love me?" Justin asked through a shuddering breath. Charlie looked up at Justin. He saw pain and fear in Justin's hazel-brown eyes; tears began to well. He did the best he could to move up closer. Unable to move in without hurting his knee, Charlie reached up, put a hand on Justin's face and pulled him down till their lips met. Justin shifted himself so he and Charlie both had their heads on the pillows. Justin slipped an arm under Charlie, while wrapping the other around the boy. He had his free hand along Charlie's back. Justin ran his hand under the shirt and felt how warm Charlie's soft skin was. He pulled away from their embrace and asked, "Can I take off your shirt?" Charlie thought about it for a second and said, "Yes." Justin lifted Charlie's t-shirt off of him. He tossed the article to the end of the bed, so it could be found later. Justin touched Charlie's bare chest. He didn't like skinny boys. He thought it was like touching a skeleton. Charlie watched as Justin explored his chest and belly. He couldn't help but giggle when Justin's fingers lightly moved across his belly. Justin giggled as well, and they went back to kissing. Every time Justin's hand would get near the elastic band of Charlie's briefs, Charlie would tense up and stop kissing Justin. On the fourth time Justin got close, he pulled his mouth away from Charlie and asked what was wrong. Charlie said, "I don't want to do that." "Okay," Justin said. He was a little disappointed, but it was hard to be upset with Charlie in his arms. Charlie stopped the kissing shortly after that. He and Justin cuddled until his pants were dry. Justin helped Charlie get dressed, since the boy still couldn't stand properly. There was a blood stain and a hole at the knee, but they agreed to tell Rick that Charlie had been out for a walk, tripped on a rock and got hurt, and that Justin happened to be driving back from the store and found Charlie. Justin put on a shirt and slipped on a pair of sandals, just before picking Charlie up. Justin held the boy he loved all the way to David's place. Justin seemed a bit bothered that David lived so close to him; however, the Williams' were new to the park, and Justin knew that they didn't know each other. "Have a good night, Charlie." "You too, Justin," Charlie said. He looked around and kissed Justin on the lips, before Justin set him down on the porch. Justin waited for Charlie to go into the trailer, before heading back to his house to jerk off once more. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 29***