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Charlie had a beer in his hands, looking out the window of his brother's fancy, comfy cabin on the edge of a gorgeous lake. He and his son lived quite lavishly, to Charlie's jealousy, and this was only their summer house.
He was watching his brother's son right then, or his nephew. He was sitting on the edge of their dock, watching fireworks from across the water. The patio lights had been turned off long ago, but he chose to still sit there and watch.
He was always intrigued with Schlatt. He didn’t see him too often, as he lived in New York outside of the summer and occasionally holidays, which made Charlie even more curious.
He never really finished a conversation with the boy, it was only greeting each other and Charlie asking him basic questions about stuff like school. Schlatt didn’t seem particularly interested in him though, which did hurt his feelings a bit.
Even if Schlatt didn’t catch his attention, he was certainly special. Charlie always caught himself staring at Schlatt during family functions, feeling a stir in his stomach as his nephew would always look like he felt out of place. Ever since that started, probably two or three years ago, Charlies wanted to swoop in and grab him. Just take him away from anything, and it’d just be the two of them. He almost finds himself daydreaming about something like that.
Just thinking of it made him imagine pictures of Schlatt in his head. His brother would send him pictures of his boy, almost randomly for some reason. Not that he had a problem with it, he’s glad his brother was proud of his son.
Schlatt always seemed loosened up in those photos. He’d smile more, and God his smile was gorgeous. When he and Schlatt would make eye contact, he’d smile at Charlie. Just being kind, but he couldn’t know the impact it had on his uncle. Ashamedly, Charlie had viciously beaten off to him countless times. Blurred fist, dick burping spunk. It was disgusting, he knew that much. He wasn’t even into guys, he can say that matter of factly. Maybe it was Schlatts adorable prepubescent-ness or something, but he turned on a switch in Charlie's mind that no woman could.
Schlatt was outstandingly attractive. For a fucking 11 year old, as well. He had unbelievably soft skin, which he hasn’t felt yet, but rest assured. His dark brown curly, downy hair was a little overgrown, the ends of it touching his shoulders. Charlie wanted to grab it, pull it. He’s been itching for an excuse to at least brush his hand up against his curls, but he’s nearly too nervous to say more than a few words to Schlatt as of recently. He has clear moles on his cheeks and around his eyes, and after noticing them Charlie had been more into women with moles or even freckles.
He was a bit chubby, but he wasn't small by any means. He was already 5’0, and the weight was perfectly distributed across his body. Basketball shorts were tight on his thighs, which drove Charlie insane.
Charlie felt bad for Schlatt, because he wasn’t in his league at all, even when he was comparing himself to a fifth grader. He didn’t want to completely take Schlatt for himself; that’d be too sad. He’d want Schlatt to have pleasant experiences with pretty girls his age. But at the same time, he couldn’t wait around for that to happen.
He was walking down the steps, off of the porch leading to the dock and open front Schlatt was at. He tried to be quiet, but with the way his vision slightly wavered and his steps were unbalanced, Schlatt probably heard him before he even walked down the stairs.
He took a deep breath in, finally mustering the courage to walk to the dock after staring at the back of Schlatts head.
“Hey, bud,” Charlie placed his beer down, sitting down next to the most alluring kid he’s ever seen. “You enjoying yourself? Like the fireworks?”
Schlatt moved away a bit, still mindlessly kicking his legs in the water. He just shrugged, not even making a noise. Charlie's lips pressed into a thin line, considering if this was something that could go out with anything that wasn’t catastrophic.
“How’re you doing today, though? Any plans for the rest of the week?” Charlie buzzed excitedly, holding back too many questions. However, most weren't appropriate.
Schlatt still didn’t look necessarily happy, or anything for that matter, and fidgeted his fingers on his lap. “I’m doing good, what about you?” Schlatts voice sounded stiff, and he looked up to get a better look at Charlie. Mostly because he never paid much attention to him and needed a refresher.
Charlie straightened up, Trying to look more friendly instead of ogling at him the entire time. “I’m great, thanks.”
Charlie slightly leaned back, using his hands to support him and getting a chance to put his hand closer to Schlatts thigh. When Charlie felt him tense up, he knew he couldn’t make a change of plans. He couldn’t ruin it all just because he changed his mind and condemned Schlatt to forever feeling a certain kind of awkwardness around family, especially him.
“It’s pretty cool out here. Nice and comfortable, huh?” Charlie swallowed a lump in his throat, quickly taking a large swig of his beer to calm his shaky hands.
“Um, yeah.” Schlatt turned his head and clearly watched Charlie's hand inch forward and actually make contact with his leg. He stared at Charlie, not moving.
“What are you doing?” Schlatts face was serious and worried, Charlies never seen that much emotion in him. It fit him, it made him look so goddamn mature. Charlie wanted to make the moment last longer before he did anything, maybe pity bond with Schlatt, but he couldn’t hold up for that long. He already felt the pit in his stomach envelop his entire body.
“Nothing. We can just watch the fireworks. No need to overreact.” Charlie sat up, having no more fear in putting his hand directly on top of Schlatts knee. His hands were large against him. To only redirect his attention, Charlie tore his eyes away, looked up at the sky and moved his hand up further.
He paused when his hand was at the very top, touching Schlatts hip. And even after the drinks he was still fucking shaking. He didn’t even know what to do, every possibility made his mouth water. He wanted everything at once, to give Schlatt everything at once. He didn’t know how far he could take it at the moment, but he had a full body twitch thinking of an overstimulated Schlatt, heaving and crying under him.
He turned around, seeing nobody on the porch or glaring out the window. In fact, someone had turned the lights off. This made him feel worse for Schlatt. But, oh well.
He impulsively cupped Schlatts crotch, feeling the boy hold his breath, only breathing to occasionally try and protest. He made weak noises, muttering when Charlie moved his fingers.
Once Charlie looked up though, Schlatt looked disgusted in the most petrified way possible. He quickly tried to close his legs, but Charlie grabbed him and peeled them back to be spread. He squeezed to try and communicate with Schlatt, to not move. Charlie felt like he taught his dog a new trick when Schlatt closed his mouth and listened.
Charlie brought Schlatt closer to him, grabbing his ass roughly and sliding under his thick sweatshirt, feeling so goddamn warm touching his sweltering skin even though it was mostly an illusion. Schlatts chest was too cute, and Charlie urged him further onto his lap, taking his clothes off like he did when Schlatt was a baby.
Schlatt was situated between his thighs, squirming and trying to find any comfortable outcome. Charlie still felt so in sync with Schlatt, using both hands to cup his budding tits. “You’re gonna grow up so fucking pretty,” Charlie practically gasped out, nearly hyperventilating with how worked up he was getting. “You’re already so gorgeous. God, Schlatt. Fuck.”
More fireworks went off, a random burst from a few houses down across from them. Charlie heard them and saw in his peripheral vision the way they lit the sky up, but he was too busy with Schlatt to look up and admire them.
Schlatts own hands grabbed Charlie's wrists, trying to weakly pry them off of him as he frustratingly felt tears run down his face. Charlie grabbed both of his, holding them above his head as he dipped his fingers under the waistband of his sweatpants.
His cunt was so warm, radiating comfort and serenity to Charlie despite Schlatt actually kicking around and trying to rip his hands away from him. He didn’t think Schatt would put up this much of a fight.
“Stop- c’mon, just watch the fireworks. You like them, don’t you? Just ignore me.” Charlie manhandled him, grabbing his face and forcing him to look up at the sky while he stretched the band of Schlatts briefs. He clawed his hands at Charlie's thighs, grunting during his struggle. He tried to stand up, but Charlie slammed his ass back on the dock. “Schlatt, calm down, it’s just me. I’m not some stranger, you know me. It’ll feel good in a second, let me do what I need to do first. Okay?”
Charlie sounded a bit panicked, struggling too much with trying to hold down Schlatt without injury and monitoring the porch. He couldn’t have a fucking change of plans.
Eventually he noticed trusting Schlatt enough to stay quiet was out of the picture. He wished Schlatt was more pliant and open, but maybe force would help that.
Again, he grabbed Schlatts face but turned him to be eye-to-eye with himself. “Don’t bite me, Schlatt. I’ll have to hurt you, I don’t want that.” He kept his hold on him, feeling it when he shook his head no and tried to pull away when Charlie leaned in closer.
He focused on Schlatts tongue, shivering when he still fought back. His resilience still turned Charlie on, he’s sure if Schlatt reacted any other way he would have the same hard-on in his pants. Schlatt constantly grunted, everything being ignored and overridden by Charlie. He only parted when he struggled to breath, wiping drool caringly off of Schlatts chin. “You’re so perfect. I don’t deserve this, you’re so good.”
Charlie finally let go of his face, snaking his arms back around his waist and digging his face into Schlatts neck. He felt like he was about to lose his mind any second, he didn’t know if it was normal to feel this overwhelmed when he’s the one controlling almost everything Schlatts doing.
Trying again, he shoved his hands into Schlatts briefs without much remorse, Charlie’s other arm was kept wrapped around him. He pressed into Schlatt harder, reveling in the way his endeavors got him off.
Schlatt was a bit wet, which wasn’t enough, but he couldn’t risk holding up anymore. Apologetically but also completely for his own gain, he peppered kisses all over Schlatts neck, smiling into it when he heard high whines. He sounded so precious, in contrast to frustrated grunts.
The tip of his finger finally pushed in, nearly cumming in his fucking pants when Schlatt pressed his back against him more for any kind of comfort he could get out of this situation. It clearly was foreign, Charlie knows that much about underaged pussy, so he tried as gently as possible to stretch him.
Schlatt was so warm compared to the chilly air around them, and Charlie wanted nothing but more. It was so tight, he knew it’d be too tight to fuck, but he had his hopes up as he was just barely able to fit his middle finger in as well. Schlatt let out choked sobs, his legs shaking and closed over Charlie’s wrists.
He never really got further than fingering with a girl. It was years ago, when he was still in highschool. He was so happy, so happy to share this experience with someone like Schlatt.
Charlie was pressing so deep- his pinkie and pointer finger uncomfortably pressed against his inner thighs. Schlatt grabbed onto Charlie's thighs again, twitching and trying to move up and away but he was only held down and forced into his uncle's lap.
Charlie moaned, rubbing his cock against Schlatt and obsessing over the near crushing pressure on his lap. They were both shivering, he was becoming messier and sloppier. He pressed his palm against Schlatts small clit, digits stuttering inside of him as he lost control of himself.
Charlie squeezed Schlatts side, digging his nails as deep as he could while doing the same with his fingers in Schlatt. “Oh my God , Schlatt, I fuckin’ love you,” Charlie mouthed into the boys shoulder, drooling over him and cumming in his pants before he could even find the time to jerk himself off.
Schlatt thrusted his hips up, and he couldn’t tell if it was to try escaping again or to end his high off and give in. He felt Charlie rub against him a little more, then letting out an exhausted sigh and draping himself over Schlatt more.
He was crying so hard. Charlie didn’t like seeing it, but he wasn’t apologetic or guilty. Schlatt wasn’t making much more noise, just occasionally gasping for air and wailing while doing so. Charlie was never good at comfort.
“Schlatt- Just breathe, it’s okay.” Charlie protectively hugged him, securing him into his touch like it would help. Schlatt shook his head, close to losing feeling in his arms.
“I don’t wanna talk to you,” He blubbered, his face extremely red with snot running over his lips now. “Get off, get off of me!” Schlatt kicked his legs, trying to push back so Charlie would fall over. Admittedly, it was almost working.
“Schlatt, quit that. Everybody will see you, do you actually want that? Do you want help that bad? I can help you. Let me help you.” Schlatt continued to sob, but leaned into him for comfort after hearing that. He shrunk into Charlie, Slouching down until his head was against his chest.
“You can’t tell anybody about this. You’ll be a victim, do you want to be seen as a victim? You’re a strong kid, and you’re going to grow up into a strong man. Don’t let people dumb you down to this, Schlatt.” Charlie cradled him, petting his hair down and twirling it childishly. “You don’t want to get me in trouble, do you? Both of us could be in a lot of trouble if you tell your dad about this. He’ll be angry at you. ”
Schlatt whimpered, nodding his head rapidly and paying close attention to everything his uncle said to him. He didn’t want his family to know, especially not his father. His dad told him he wanted to raise him as a strong, reliable man, just like Charlie said. He wasn’t willing to throw that future away.
“You feeling better now? Want me to bring you to bed?” Charlie kissed the top of his head, smiling when Schlatt nodded without another word. He turned Schlatt around, placing his hands on his lower back and feeling even giddier when his nephew wrapped his arms around his neck and legs around his torso, like he used to do when he was really young.
He walked through the diminishing crowd of family and friends, seeing them drunkenly awe and hush each other at a tired Schlatt.
He held onto Schlatt a little longer before placing him down on his bed, tucking him in and feeling his body one last time for the night.
“Goodnight, buddy. I’ll see you next weekend, okay? Love you.” Charlie cupped his face, almost missing when Schlatt was impossible to read rather than a clearly drained, exhausted look. He still smiled down at him, walking out and carefully shutting the light off.
Walking down the stairs from the second floor, he decided he needed another drink.