Date: Mon, 18 Jan 2021 01:00:00 -0800
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 12 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 12

Rick laid still, his mind racing, while stroking his son's hair. Kyle was
fast asleep, with his head laying on his dad's bare chest. Rick had
fantasized about that moment a few times, and now that he had experienced
it, he wasn't sure what he should do.

He loved Ronda. They had a beautiful son together and he was raising her
first child as his own. He had never wanted to cheat on her, but there he
was, in bed, after having had sex with her 11-year-old son...their son.
Guilt was making him nauseous.

Reminding himself that Kyle was still a little boy, prepubescent even,
wasn't helping. He tried justifying that Kyle was turning 12 in August
and that Kyle genuinely wanted to have sex, but what he did was still
very illegal and he could go to prison for a very, very long time, while
never seeing his children ever again.

Kyle shifted, nuzzling his face into Rick's chest hair, which snapped the
older man back to the current moment. For now, at least, Rick decided to
be in the moment, with the boy he was starting to fall in love with.

The sun was up when Kyle opened his eyes. He was still in his parent's
bed, but he was alone. After wondering if it had all been a dream, Kyle
pulled the blankets back and saw his own, naked body. He felt his face
blush as he remembered the perfect night he had had with Rick. His little
dick got hard instantly, and he took a few minutes taking in the smell of
Rick's pillow and side of the bed before heading to his own room to get
dressed.

He came out of his room, fully dressed and realized that he was alone.
Rick's truck was gone and there was no note. Kyle had hoped to give Rick
a kiss good morning, so disappointment quickly flooded in. Hours went by
and no sign of nor word from Rick. Disappointment turned into concern,
concern turned into anxiety, and anxiety quickly turned into pain, as
Kyle's brain went into overdrive.

Does Rick hate me? Did I do something wrong? Was I bad? Kyle went to his
room and began to cry. He eventually mustered the energy to send Rick a
text, to which he didn't get a response. Kyle continued to internalize
everything, blaming himself for coming onto Rick and driving away the
only father he had ever known.

The sun finally set when Kyle heard the front door open and the quick
plodding of feet down the hall. Charlie was home, which meant that his
mom was home, too. But was Rick? Kyle pulled himself together and
sheepishly entered the hall. Charlie's bedroom door was open, and his
little brother was putting away his things. Kyle looked down the hall and
saw his parents, Rick and Ronda, holding each other and smiling.

If the anxiety wasn't bad enough, the jealousy he was experiencing seeing
the man he loved in his mother's arms was even worse.

"Hey, Sweetie," Ronda called. "I hope we didn't worry you."

Anger overtook Kyle before his brain could stop him. He looked passed his
mother towards Rick. "Where were you?!" Tears streamed down his face,
his small-framed form shook with each surge of adrenaline. "I woke up
and you were gone."

Rick's smile fell. "I left you a note, Kyle," he said, moving towards
the refrigerator. Rick looked at the door, looked around, bent over and
pulled a piece of paper out from under the fridge. "It must have
fallen." He handed the missive to the still crying child. He knelt down
and pulled Kyle into his arms. Kyle began to hard sob. Rick whispered,
"I'm sorry I hurt you. I'm not going to leave you." Kyle wrapped his
arms around his stepfather, holding on for dear life, willing his pain
away.

Ronda came over, knelt down next to the two. "I'm sorry I left, Sweetie.
I was an idiot for the way I was acting. I hope you can forgive me."

Kyle pulled away from Rick and hugged his mother.

"Oh my god! Can't we have one day without crying!" Bellowed Charlie
from the hall. The chubby redhead came running in and joined the group
hug.

Dinner was largely a silent affair. Charlie did most of the talking.
Ronda was quiet out of shame for leaving, Rick quiet out of guilt for
having had sex with Kyle, and Kyle was quiet because he didn't know how
else to process the previous 24 hours.

Kyle decided to go to bed early. He was emotionally drained and
physically exhausted. His bottom hurt from having Rick deep inside of
him, and his heart wasn't feeling any better; however, sleep wasn't
coming easy. Every time he closed his eyes, he could see Rick over him,
and "feel" Rick's huge dick pump inside of his anus. His heart ached
for another night with Rick, and his dick agreed with every hard inch it
had.

It was close to 10 when Kyle heard a small knock on his door. It opened
and Rick came into the room. Kyle's heart raced with excitement.

"Hey, Buddy," Rick said as he sat next to his son. "I really am sorry
that I upset you. You were sound asleep when I woke up, and I didn't want
to wake you." Rick took Kyle's hand and gave it a little squeeze.

Kyle returned the squeeze then said, "It's okay."

"We have a lot to talk about, Kyle."

"I know."

"This is all new to me, and you're very young--"

"I'm almost 12!"

"Yes, and that's very young still." Seeing the incredulous look on
Kyle's face, Rick added, "Okay, not that young but still. Nobody will
understand or accept that what we did last night was okay, so we can't do
that again, at least not for a while."

"Are you mad at me?" Kyle asked, failing to keep the pain out of his
voice.

"No! I'm not mad at you at all!" Rick pulled Kyle's body onto his lap.
Kyle could feel Rick's growing hard-on through the thin fabric of his
boxers. "I love you, Kyle. I'm not mad at you; not ever! I can get into
a lot of trouble for what we did--"

"I wanted to have sex with you, though."

"I know, Buddy, but the law says that you can't, and I'm not allowed to
have sex with you, especially because you're so young."

"But I promise I won't tell!"

Rick sighed with relief. "I'm really glad to hear that, Buddy. I have no
idea how much I'm glad to hear that, but for now, at least, this has to
stay between us. Nobody can know what he did, especially your mom,
okay?"

"I know. She'll get upset and make things worse."

"A lot worse! Trust me!"

"I trust you," Kyle said, and kissed Rick on the lips. Rick paused for
a second and returned Kyle's kiss. Rick stuck his tongue in Kyle's mouth
and began to play with Kyle's tiny boner. Kyle slowly wiggled around till
Rick's own erection escaped his boxers and found the boy's hole once
more. It took a lot of effort to keep from fucking Kyle again. Instead,
Rick laid his son on the bed, and let the boy suck him till he came,
which was rather quick. Kyle swallowed every drop that Rick had to offer.
With one last kiss and quick repositioning of his genitals, Rick left
Kyle, as the latter quickly went to sleep.

**Chapter 13 Coming Soon.**