He'd been getting erections for years, but he was supposed to pray it away; he wasn't praying right now and hadn't since his parents died. The sensation in his stomach grew as he moved his hand under the sheets and touched his swollen head. This was about as far as he would get before guilt took over but tonight he wanted to explore more so he rubbed the tip lightly with his thumb and the sensation in his stomach extended to his groin, but he jerked his hand away when he felt a slick substance seep onto his finger. He quickly pulled the covers to his chin and put both hands outside the old wool blanket as he felt his fear rise and erection go down, but the desire to touch it was still strong when he heard the familiar knock at his door.
"Hezron? You up?" The small timid voice belonged to his twin sister. She'd started coming to his room late at night since they were taken to Uncle Shane's house. She didn't want to sleep alone and, in reality, he didn't either.
"Stop using my full name and call me 'Hez'. I told you that, Areli."
"Don't get on to me; I'm not used to it and it's just us anyway. Can I stay with you, Hez?"
"Yea, I guess, but stay on your side. I woke up with your leg on me last night."
She quickly walked to his bed and jumped in to keep monsters from grabbing her feet. He'd only stopped doing that last year, so he kept her secret.
"I was just cold. It's freezing and Uncle Shane says we don't need the heater on all the time. I'm just trying to stay warm." She crawled under the covers and moved close to him, wrapping her arms around his and pulling it into her body. She'd started doing this a month or so ago and it always made him hard when he felt her bre - girl parts, on his arm. They were big now and he didn't want her to find out he'd touched his, you know, and definitely not about the stuff that just came out.
"This night gown is too small and has holes in it. You think Uncle Shane will buy me a new one?" She held his hand, snuggling into him. The threadbare cotton gown was past its time, bursting out in her woman places. Tight on her hips and had a small tear beside her right breast that let him see the soft white skin underneath. (Breasts. He needed to start saying it. He was an adult now. "Girl parts" and "woman places" wouldn't cut it anymore either). He cock stirred again remembering seeing her panty line through the gown one night and the thought of the clear liquid coming out made him move away a little from her, but not far.
"Don't touch me with your cold feet. I hate that and Uncle Shane won't buy us nothing. I think he kept that money the church gave us."
"Well, maybe you can talk to him, Hez. We need clothes and those little computers the school gave us barely work. We need a good one so can study. I wish he'd let us go to school."
"It ain't no real school anyway. Stupid church school again."
"Hezron,...Hez, don't say things like that. We should be grateful."
Uncle Shane insisted they be homeschooled, and he thinks it was because there was more money in it for him since he didn't do nothing to help them.
"Whatever, I'll try to talk to him but go to sleep, it's late."
"Hez?"
"What is it now?"
"You ever get scared about what happens to us? I do." She scooted closer and tightened her fingers over his.
"We'll be okay, Areli. I'll figure something out. Get some sleep."
He closed his eyes and answered her in his head.
He was terrified
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Areli was still asleep in his bed the next morning; she'd kicked the covers off and sprawled on her back, letting her large breasts fall to the side of her body so he could see hints of them under her clothes. The faded gown showed the outline of her nipples under the threadbare fabric making his cock instantly hard with an unfamiliar aching in his groin as he moved his hand under his boxers, feeling the wetness on the tip again and the falling sensation in his stomach.
He wanted to stop but his testicles tightened when he lightly rubbed up and down his shaft as more of the clear liquid came out. It was slick and fell on his fingers as he rubbed lightly, and the urge to reach over and touch her nipple, to feel her soft body, overwhelmed him. He gripped his shaft and lightly squeezed his full erection when she woke up.
"Hez?"
He jumped, almost falling out of bed.
"What's wrong? Why were you staring at me?"
"I wasn't. It's time to get up. C'mon. He doesn't like you sleeping in here so go to your room."
"You sure you weren't staring at me? You were going to play a prank on me, weren't you? That's not fair. I was sleeping." She was pouting making her fair skinned cheeks turn red; It didn't take much to do it. Her blonde eyebrows were scrunched and her large lips pursed together when she crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at him.
"Hezron, get in the kitchen. Don't make me wait." Uncle Shane's voice screeched through the small house.
"Go, Areli. Hurry."
She ran out of the small room and leaped across the hallway to hers. Hez threw on his jeans, highwaters now, and a hoodie that was even too small for him last year, but it's what he had. He moved fast to the kitchen as Areli shut her door.
The farmhouse had long since stopped being a farm and the parts of the floor that didn't creak were covered in rugs to hide the holes in the multiple layers of linoleum or whatever flooring was on there at some point in the past. His brisk walk took him past the smoke stained den furniture and fake wood paneled walls that held cracked, faded pictures that must have been put up when the walls were hung sometime in the Eighties. Uncle Shane was at the kitchen table that must have came with the place or someone was insightful enough to find a matching nicotine stained puke green table to match the rest of the home décor.
"Hezron. We need to talk."
"Yes, sir."
Uncle Shane was an ugly man. Skinny, few teeth, and a head of hair that matched the condition of the den furniture. The needle marks on his arms gave the impression he'd been in the hospital but that couldn't be true because no doctor would let something as disgusting as him go untreated. He cleared his sinuses and spit in a small trashcan nearby, missing it mostly and caring about it even less.
"Sir's right. At least those cult freaks taught you some manners. Hell, you lived in that monastery or whatever the fuck y'all called that compound long enough you should know when to shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down. Don't matter no way. You'll follow my laws in my house. Now, Your Kool-Aid pals at the church that ain't in jail been saying all the money's dried up but your momma and dumbass daddy had some for you when you turned 18 which we think was last year and I reckon you too stupid to go anywhere on your own so I'm going to need you to start contributing 'round here."
"Sir, Areli and I do chores and we cook."
"Shut the fuck up, runt, and don't look me in the eye or I'll beat your ass, boy." Shane stood up with his skinny drug addled arms bowed out and the remnants of a black and gray beard flaring out at his cheeks.
"You don't want a piece of this old muscle, do you, son?"
"No, Sir."
"What? Louder."
"No, Sir."
Hez was strong and could take him but then what? The Church told them about prison and the Sodomites there.
"Fuck yea. No, sir is right. Now, I'll be a charitable brother to my sister's kids, God rest her ignorant soul, and take y'all in for another year to finish school but I'm going to need some of that money. Understood?"
"Sir, Areli and I need some clothes and some things so I was wondering if..."
Shane walked around the table and Hez braced himself. He never fought back. What would happen to Areli? He saw the punch coming before Shane ever threw it, so he clenched his stomach and took it. Skinny or not, it hurt and Hez went to his knees as Shane got down in his face.
"You don't ask me for nothin' until I tell you it's beggin' time. And when is beggin' time?"
