Topher
Topher
I knocked on Drew’s bedroom door, waited a few seconds, then opened the door and peeked in. Drew was laying on his back in bed, headphones on, his eyes closed. I stood in the doorway for a moment taking in the sight of my nephew. Drew was wearing loose shorts and a tight t-shirt. I looked at his hairy, well defined legs; I could see a dark trail of hair revealed where the t-shirt had ridden up slightly. Drew’s hair needed cutting but it framed his handsome face. I stepped in, closing the door behind me, and sat down on the bed. Drew didn’t move or open his eyes. “What do you want?” Drew asked in a sulky voice.
“To talk,” I said. Drew opened his eyes, sighed loudly, took off the headphones and set them aside. “I… don’t know what to say or where to begin… I’m sorry for the way I reacted earlier… I was… surprised.” Drew looked at me, waiting.
I paused, gathering my thoughts. Since the moment at the cafe that afternoon, I've been in a daze. How was it possible that my nephew has a crush on me?
I was just 7 years old when my sister Debra, who was 10 years older, became pregnant. Our parents thankfully were supportive even though she refused to reveal the name of the father. In mid September of the year she gave birth to twins, a boy she named Andrew and a girl she named Amelia. Growing up, Drew, Lia, and I were close but after high school I attended a university in another state and ended up staying there. I met a girl in university and thought she was “the one.” We moved in together and made plans to marry, but the relationship ended. I was 25 and alone. I had a decent job but felt like something was missing. Then the call. A drunk driver ran a red light and t-boned my parent’s car. Mom, dad, and Debra were killed. Drew and Lia were slightly injured but ok. The driver of course walked away without a scratch.
I quit my job and moved back home so that the twins could finish out senior year of high school. The insurance company settlement meant that I didn’t have to find a job right away. The first weeks were a challenge. All of us were grieving and I hadn’t seen the twins in seven or eight years. They had gone from being tween-agers to young adults. Drew was tall at just over 6 feet and Lia was not much shorter at 5 feet 9 inches. There was no mistaking them for family but they had also inherited features from their nameless father. They were both very good looking, smart, and popular.
Together we agreed on a few simple rules. 1. No going out on school nights. 2. Homework had to be done before screen time (I wasn’t used to watching everything on his phone, so I suggested “TV time” which they both laughed at), talking to friends, or playing games. 3. Clean up your own messes. 4. Everyone had to lend a hand in housework, laundry, and cooking. Lucky for me, the twins had been raised to be respectful and were “good kids.” Both Drew and Lia played in the school band, played sports (Drew played field hockey and ran track, Lia played volleyball and ran cross country.)
School started, I started a new job with flexible hours, and everyone settled into the groove of daily life. As things settled down, I realized that I was feeling lonely and even more important horny as an old goat. One of the things I realized in university was that I was bisexual. I explored with both men and women before falling for and moving in with my girlfriend. I never “came out” to my family before the accident, and I wasn’t sure if I should say anything to the twins. Part of me still saw them as kids, not almost adults, and I didn’t want to confuse them with adult matters. One evening I downloaded the Grindr app, created a profile, and took a look at what was available. I received several messages, most of which consisted of “sup?” or “looking?” After about 30 frustrating minutes, I closed the app and decided to spend time with the twins watching TV. "Dating" had changed even since leaving for college.
The next day, I opened the app again while eating lunch. As I worked his way through the many inane messages, one caught my eye. The profile featured a muscular chest and the man had actually written a compliment without asking if I was looking, how big my dick was, or whether I wanted to meet up for a quick blow-job. I wrote back, thanking him for his compliment, and adding that I liked the other man’s picture. Later that afternoon, I received notification that I had a new message. I opened the app to find that the man had replied. Soon we were exchanging messages and I hopefully thought that I might have found a man with whom to explore my sexuality further. Maybe more, I hoped. We had a lot in common - enjoyed the same movies and music, both had recently lost a close family member. I told the faceless profile that I was bisexual and didn’t have many experiences with another man. The other man replied that he was bi as well, hadn’t had very much experience either, but had broken up with his boyfriend several months ago. After a few days exchanging texts, I felt ready to take things to the next level. I asked if the man, who said his name was Jack, wanted to meet for drinks? Jack replied that unfortunately he wasn’t 21 so drinks were out but he’d be happy to meet me somewhere else. We decided on a place and set a time to meet the next afternoon at the local Starbucks.
I arrived early at the cafe, and grabbed a table in the far corner. I ordered a drink and checked my reflection several times, trying to make sure that I looked my best. I was nervously checking my phone when I felt someone standing by my table. I looked up, first noticing the body, tracking upwards to the face, where I saw…
“Drew?! What are you doing here?” I was confused. What was going on?
For his part, Drew just smiled. “Hey, Uncle Topher,” he said, sliding into a seat opposite of me.
“What… What are you doing here? I don’t want to sound rude. It’s just, I’m waiting for someone. I don’t mind you being here, but this is… unexpected.”
Drew grinned again then in a soft voice, “I’m Jack. I’m the one you’re waiting for.”
I sat there stunned, my thoughts whirling. I didn’t know what to say or think. I started to speak a few times but couldn’t think of what to say. Finally, Drew said in a slightly embarrassed voice, “I’m sorry for ambushing you like this. I wasn’t sure how else to tell you. I’ve had a crush on you since I was a kid and when I saw your profile on Grindr I thought it was too good to be true.”
My mind reeled. What was Drew saying? “Wait. What? You’re my nephew. I’m your uncle!”
“I know,” Drew replied and looked down. “I’m sorry. I just hoped… Maybe it was stupid to flirt with you but I’ve… I’ve wanted to be with you ever since I realized that I was bisexual.”
He paused, looking at his hands. “If you don’t feel the same way, I understand and I won’t say or do anything else about it. I just… I just wanted you to know.” Drew stood up and quietly left, leaving me with my thoughts.
After several minutes spent in thought, I decided I needed a walk to clear my head. I spent the next few hours walking and thinking. I felt almost as confused and adrift as when I first found out that I would be taking on the role of guardian for the twins.
When I arrived home, the house was empty. I looked at the calendar and saw that Lia had a volleyball game. I figured he could catch the last half if I left then. I arrived at the school and followed the sounds of the crowd to the gym. Sitting in the bleachers, I half watched the game while my mind grappled with the revelation about Drew. All too soon, the game was over. I didn’t even know what the score was but based on the way Lia was jumping around, I assumed that they had won. As I watched her, I had another thought. The twins weren’t kids anymore. Drew had become a handsome young man and Lia had blossomed into an attractive young woman. I idly wondered if she was still a virgin then quickly quashed the thought. It was something I didn’t really need to know. I didn’t want to imagine some young, sweaty boy using Lia that way but at the same time the image - a hot sweaty boy between Lia’s legs, thrusting deep into her - caused my cock to stir to life. I had done worse in high school and I was sure that the current generation still found their own ways.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” I thought to myself. “Get yourself together.” I stood up, walked onto the court, and gave Lia a big congratulatory hug. I tried hard to not think about how her body felt, about the fact that she was wearing a tight uniform top and shorts that showed off her body. I disentangled myself before my body (more accurately, my cock) could respond inappropriately.
Lia went to the locker room and changed while I chatted up the coach. He actually remembered me from high school. I hated to admit it, but I'd had a bit of a crush on the guy back then even if I wouldn't have admitted it. He wasn't that much older than me but all he really talked about was his kids. "Yes, I get it, you're married," I thought a little bitterly.
Lia and I walked home together and talked about the game and school. When we got home, I noticed that Drew had come home as well. While Lia got a post-game snack, I went to find Drew and talk. I was dreading this. Lia and Drew were my only family.
Now, looking at Drew, I realized that as much as I tried to fight it, I was attracted to Drew too.
“I don’t know,” I said finally. “I don’t think this can really work but… I... feel…” I sighed, afraid to speak the words. “I feel the same way as you.” Drew’s eyes widened and he broke out into a wide smile. “Wait! Before you get your hopes up or anything, there need to be some rules.
“First, this stays between us. A lot of people wouldn’t understand.” Drew nodded.
“Ok, second, we go slow. I don’t know how this will work yet and I don’t want to hurt you. I also don’t want to take advantage of you. Or feel like I am.”
Drew sat up, excited. “Deal,” he said, wrapping his arms around me in an excited hug. I returned the hug, inhaling his scent, and feeling my body responding. Drew leaned back slightly, looking me in the eyes, then leaned in for a kiss. I hesitated slightly, feeling Drew’s lips on mine, then responded in kind.
I lost myself in enjoying the kiss and embrace of another person, something I sorely missed. I don't know how long we kissed but I heard Lia’s footsteps in the hallway outside of Drew’s bedroom. “Later,” I said softly, “we’ll have time for this later.” I stood up and walked out, passing Lia in the hallway.
