Date: Fri, 24 Dec 2021 01:00:00 -0800
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 30 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 30


Justin drove Billy and Charlie back to Will's. The three boys told Will
what happened. Though Will wasn't thrilled at being name dropped, he was
pleased to hear that there was a healthy shake-up at the meeting. "So,
what's next?" He asked his son.


"I don't know," Billy replied. "Trevor said he'd be contacting everyone
to set up a meeting."


"Trevor was really cool, Uncle Will," Charlie said, as he pulled a
cookie from a jar on the counter.


"Charlie," Will said, "Don't you think you should ask before getting a
cookie?"


"Sorry," Charlie said, crestfallen, as you made to put the cookie back.


Will laughed, as he explained that Charlie could still have the cookie
but needed to ask before opening the jar next time.


Charlie sat in a chair and played a game on his phone, while Justin and
Billy cuddled on the couch. There was a small part of him that wanted
Billy to move, so he could cuddle with Justin, instead; however, there
was a much larger part that was still very uncomfortable with what he saw
the night before. He tried convincing himself that, had Justin asked to
film him in the shower, he might have been okay with it, but not even
Charlie could live in that much denial.


He only called Justin for a ride, because the older boy lived closer to
the church than anyone else, and it was too cold to wait outside or walk.
Charlie was very thankful that Justin came so quickly, as it had started
to snow.


"Who's staying for dinner?" Will asked a few hours later.


"Shit," Justin said, looking at his watch. "I actually have to get
going. I still need to do some things around the house before my dad gets
home."


"Charlie?" Will asked.


"I don't know," he said.   "Dad doesn't know I'm here, and I was
supposed to be home right after church."


"I'm sure he won't care," Billy said, dismissively, before kissing
Justin goodbye.


Will said to his son, "Charlie and Ry aren't supposed to be here without
Rick approving first." To Charlie he said, "Get your things, and I'll
take you home."


"I can take him," Justin offered. "I'm kinda headed that way, anyway,
so it's not a big deal."


"Are you okay with that Charlie?" Will asked.


"Yeah, that's fine," Charlie said, putting his hoodie on and grabbing
his bag.


"I guess that's settled, then." Will gave Justin $20 for gas and gave
Charlie a hug.


"I'll be home tomorrow," Billy said, giving Charlie a hug, as well.
"Maybe we can play that game you keep going on about."


"Really?" Charlie asked, with a mixture of shock and confusion. "You
mean it?"


"Sure," Billy said. "I might be fun." Charlie hugged his brother
again, extra tight. "Don't get all crazy, okay?" Billy joked but
returned the hug.


Charlie smiled as he got into the front seat of Justin's car. He was
shivering before Justin even opened his own door. That's what I get for
wearing shorts! Charlie scolded himself, as his pants had a blood stain
at the knee and seemed inappropriate to wear to church. Justin turned the
heater on as he got into the car. The air was very cold as it shot from
the vents. Justin took Charlie's hands and blew his hot breath on them.
Between breaths, Justin kissed each of Charlie's fingers. Once Charlie's
hands were warmer, he took them back and held them in front of the vents.


"Is it alright if I make a stop before I take you home?" Justin asked.


"I don't care," Charlie said, opening his phone once more.


Justin turned down a few roads, all of them leading away from Charlie's
place. Charlie looked around and didn't recognize where they were, but
remained quiet, hoping Justin knew where they were going. Soon, they
stopped at the top of a hill overlooking the city. A few flakes of snow
fell on the windshield, and the night's silence settled in around them.
Charlie couldn't make anything out aside from the view of the city lights
before them. Justin left the car on but unbuckled his seat belt. He
turned in his seat to look at Charlie. "Nice view, isn't it?"


"I guess," He said, as he put down his phone.


"So," Justin said, before taking a deep, settling breath. "I wanted to
talk more about what happened last night."


"Oh," Charlie said, dropping his head.


Justin lifted Charlie's chin and said, "You're not in trouble, if that's
what you're worried about."


"Okay." He wasn't worried about being in trouble; he wasn't looking
forward to the conversation.


Justin unbuckled Charlie's seat belt, so Charlie could face him better,
which Charlie did but only a little.


"I wanted to talk about the video and what you saw. I'm sure you still
have questions about it."


"Not really," Charlie said. Justin looked at him, as if he knew Charlie
was hiding something. Finally, Charlie said, "I guess, I might have some
more questions."


"Okay," Justin said, sounding a little excited. "You can ask me
anything. You know I won't lie to you."


Charlie took his own settling breath then asked, "Why did you really
record us in the shower?"


"What do you mean? I already told you that I don't know why," Justin
said. Charlie gave him a skeptical look, and Justin gave in. "Alright,"
he said, "I think you're very beautiful, and I think you're even more
beautiful naked. I wanted to have more than just a memory of it."


"Why didn't you ask me first?"


It was Justin's turn to look skeptical. "Would you really have said,
'Yes'?"


"Probably not," Charlie admitted.


"I didn't think so," Justin said, "but I shouldn't have done it
without you being okay with it first. Next time, I'll ask first."


Next time? Charlie said to himself. That phrase started his mind reeling.


"Anything else?" Justin asked, as he put his right hand on Charlie's
left knee.


Charlie put the implications to the back of his mind. "Why were you
playing with yourself while watching us in the shower?"


Justin slowly rubbed Charlie's knee and said, "Like I said, 'You're very
beautiful,' and to be honest, being around you and close to you turns me
on."


"What does that mean?"


Justin thought about it for a second, as he moved his hand to just above
Charlie's knee. "Well, it means that I find you so handsome and cute
that my penis gets really hard, and all I can do is think of you. The
only way to get it to stop is to touch myself like I did."


Charlie blushed. Nobody, aside from Megan, ever said he was cute. "Why
do you think I'm cute?" Charlie asked, unable to see it for himself.  He
felt his face burning from embarrassment.


"Well," Justin said, moving a little closer in his seat, while also
moving his hand up to the middle of Charlie's thigh, fingers just under
the hem of the boy's shorts. "You have very beautiful, expressive eyes.
I love how brown they are. I also have a thing for chubby redheads. I
don't mean that in a bad way at all, by the way. I think you have a
perfect body and it helps that you have red hair. My favorite thing about
you is how cute and infectious your smile is. You have the cutest
smile." Charlie couldn't help but smile in embarrassment. "Ah, there it
is!" Charlie covered his face with his hoodie and tried not giggling.
"Don't hide that smile!" Justin reached over with his left hand and
grabbed Charlie's hoodie, gently pulling it down from Charlie's beaming
face. As he did this, Justin moved his right further up Charlie's thigh,
till his fingers were fully under the bottom of Charlie's shorts.  "What
else do you want to ask?" Justin asked, hoping Charlie couldn't hear how
loud his heart was beating.


"Why do you want to have sex with me?" Charlie asked. He kind of had an
idea of what sex was after watching some of the movies his parents had.
Occasionally, he would sneak some of his parents' rated R movies and
watch them in his room late at night.


"When you love someone, like I love you and you say you love me, and you
think that person is the cutest boy you've ever seen, you want to show
how much you love them by having sex with them. You do love me, don't
you, Charlie?"


"Yes," Charlie thought. He did and already told Justin so.


"Do you think I'm cute?"


Charlie never gave it any thought. In fact, he didn't find anyone cute.
Some of the kids in his class started liking some of the other kids, but
he never considered it. They were just his classmates. He guessed Megan
was pretty for a girl, but he wasn't sure if that counted. He looked at
Justin and tried getting a good look at the young man sitting in front of
him. "Yeah, you're cute," he said, but thought, For a boy.


"I thought so," Justin said, smiling wide. He moved his hand further up
to Charlie's hip and was pleasantly surprised that Charlie wasn't wearing
his briefs but boxers, instead.


Charlie froze. He finally felt Justin's hand up his shorts. The warning
voice inside his head screamed for him to get out of the car and run, but
he was too scared to move. He lurched a little, as he felt Justin's
fingers brush against his scrotum. He watched as Justin moved closer
still, so he could bend his arm a little. After he achieved this, Justin
ran his hand along Charlie's smooth, lower abdomen. The hand stopped once
it found its goal.


Justin touched the sides of Charlie's penis with his thumb and index
fingers. He pulled back Charlie's foreskin and used his thumb to rub the
tip of Charlie's penis. Charlie shuttered at the sensation. He didn't
know what to make of the feeling let alone the situation. The warning
voice started to cry, and he felt himself wanting to do the same.


"That's it," Justin whispered. "You're getting hard like me. This
means you really do love me." With his left hand, Justin struggled but
managed to pull out his own hard penis.


Charlie, who had been staring at the steering wheel, barely managed to
turn his gaze to Justin's erection. Justin stroked them both in time.


"Come on," Justin said, removing his hand from Charlie's shorts.
"Let's move to the back seat." Without putting himself away, Justin
opened his car door and stepped out.


The cold air washed over Charlie, but it wasn't enough to pull him out of
his fears. Doing as he was told, Charlie got out of the car. The voice
shouted that it was time for Charlie to run as fast as he could, but he
didn't see anything but trees all around him. The snow was falling harder
and he wasn't sure which way the road was going, let alone how to get
home. I'm trapped, he thought to himself.


As Charlie opened the rear passenger door, he saw that Justin had already
pulled down his pants and underwear. Justin beckoned Charlie inside. He
sat next to Justin and didn't move any further.


"Pull down your shorts," Justin said. He didn't sound mean or
demanding. In fact, Justin's voice was the same as when he talked Charlie
down from his panic attacks.


Charlie, again, obeyed Justin's request. The seat was a little cold on
his bare butt, as he pushed his clothing down to his ankles.


"There," Justin said, moving up against Charlie. "Isn't that better?"


Not wanting to make Justin mad, Charlie just nodded.


"Did you like what I was doing a little bit ago?"


"Yes," Charlie said, unsure of what else to say to make Justin either
stop or get what he was planning over with.  His throat had gone dry and
his heart pounded in his chest.


"Good," Justin cooed, as he started to touch Charlie again. Justin
reached his arm around the boy and pulled him closer. The size difference
was enough for Justin to be able to reach around Charlie's body and still
jerk him off. "Here, do the same to mine."


With a shaking hand, Charlie reached over and grabbed Justin's hard
penis. With his left hand, Justin guided Charlie's quivering left hand up
and down the long shaft. Justin kissed Charlie's head repeatedly as
Justin picked up their pace. "Rub my balls, Charlie, please." Charlie
made to remove his hand from Justin's dick, but Justin insisted that
Charlie use his right hand. Awkwardly, Charlie turned on his side,
knocking Justin's hand off of his own hard, penis, so he could rub
Justin's hairy scrotum. "Yeah, just like that, Baby," Justin purred.


His right hand now free, Justin started to rub Charlie's hairless, plump
bottom. Charlie didn't like any of it. His face was too close to Justin's
dick, and his arms were getting tired. The voice in his head finally
stopped screaming but the crying was still there yet further in the
background.


"Oh my god, Charlie, I love you."


"I love you, too," Charlie said, praying that, if he played along
,Justin would take him home.


"I'm going to cum," Justin said, excitedly.


Charlie had no idea what Justin meant, so he just stayed where he was.
Unfortunately, Justin, who had been edging to the shower video whenever
he was alone, had a huge load built up. He didn't bother pulling Charlie
back, thinking the boy knew what was going to happen. A big wad of jizz
shot out and hit Charlie in the face, causing the boy to cry out. Charlie
flung himself back, slamming the back of his head into Justin's chin.
Charlie tried to pull further away, while also hopelessly trying to wipe
his face clean, but Justin held his left hand firm, still stroking
Justin's dick.


"Here," Justin said, letting go of Charlie's arm and handing him a
towel from the back window. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew what I
meant." Justin's heart broke as he saw Charlie quietly sobbing next to
him. "Charlie?"


"Don't!" Charlie cried, as Justin made to touch him. Charlie moved as
close to the door as he could, knowing it still wasn't far enough.


"I--I thought...oh my god," Justin gasped. "I'm so sorry, Charlie. I
thought you wanted this to happen." Tears started to fall from Justin's
eyes, as he pulled up his pants, no bothering to clean himself up. "I'm
so sorry," Justin stammered, as Charlie pulled up his boxers and shorts.
"I don't know what came over me. I thought you wanted to do this as much
as I did."


Charlie wiped his eyes clear and softly said, "Don't be mad at me."


Justin turned and looked at Charlie, misinterpreting the shame on the
boy's face. "Charlie, I could never be mad at you. I love you. If anyone
should be mad, it's you. You did nothing wrong. You have to believe me. I
thought you wanted to be with me, and I didn't even ask if it was
something you wanted. I'm so, so sorry."


For the first time since Charlie noticed Justin's hands on him, he looked
Justin in the eye. He saw the pain, shame and guilt Justin had. I did
love Justin, he told himself. Kissing Justin was worth having it, because
Justin was the only person who truly cared about him. But that was
kissing. This was a lot more than just kissing. Justin wanted a lot more,
and it was clear that Justin didn't care about what Charlie wanted, so
long as Justin got what he wanted.


"Can I go home now?" Charlie asked.


"Yeah," Justin said, wiping his own tears away. "Of course."


They made their way to Charlie's in silence, each mentally replaying the
earlier events. A lot ran through Charlie's mind. He tried rationalizing
and justifying Justin's actions, while also trying to be truthful with
his own feelings, but neither were agreeing on any of it.


Justin pulled into the driveway, leaving the car idling. Charlie
unbuckled his seat belt, and, as he grabbed the door handle, Justin said,
"Charlie, I really am sorry for what happened. I wouldn't blame you if
you never wanted to see or speak to me ever again. Actually, I wouldn't
blame you if you told your dad and brothers what happened. No matter what
you choose, I will always love you and I'll respect your decisions."


Charlie sat with Justin's words for a few minutes. He contemplated
running into the house and yelling for help. Telling Ry and his Dad what
Justin did to him. But, he also wondered if they would believe him. After
all, Justin didn't make him do any of it, really. Yes, Justin touched him
without asking and wouldn't let him pull away completely after getting
cum or whatever that stuff was all over his face. However, Justin seemed
sincere in his apology and he didn't tell Charlie not to tell, which is
what he was told bad people tell the kids they hurt. Justin wasn't a bad
person. Justin loves me, I love him and even Ry said that's what people
who love each other do, Charlie told himself.


"I won't tell anyone," Charlie said. After a heavy sigh, Charlie leaned
over and kissed Justin. He got out of the car and looked back to see
Justin. The 17-year-old looked at him, gave an awkward smile and drove
away. Charlie waved and went into the house, wondering if he made the
right choice.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 31***