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I sit up straight on his chest.

In a moment of internal divison i both ball my hand up into a fist and gently punch his chin, blush and feel flatttered with a hint of pride.

He senses my dilemma and his hands circle down my ass cheeks and rest on my thighs, he rises up and pushes me back. I'm shocked as my head dangles over the edge of the bed, i only see blue carpet while his right arm hooks under me and his cock begins to rise and push against my asshole. I feel a shiver of exictement, he begins to push forward-

Someone knocks on the door.

"Are you two in there?" she says, it's clearly a female voice.

"Yes Aunt Clara" Terrance responds, his voice sounding almost bored.

"Well it's tea time, you two had better get down. Uncle Joseph has made his speciality, pasta."

I groan reflexively.

"You better not be complaining Terrance?!"

"It wasn't me" Terrance barks back "it was Gabriel."

"Well then Gabes" i cringe "i might just tell Uncle Jospeh what you-"

"No! Sorry!" i respond hastily, trying to sit up but Terrance blocks me, forcing me to stay prone and laughing silently.

"Good boy" Aunt Clara coos "now then get your bee-hinds downstairs right now, it just isn't a family meal without everyone there."

and then she walks away, i hear her high heels walking down the stairs as she leaves. Terrance now retreats, tousling my hair and walking away from me. He disppears into the en-suite without another word.

I pause for a moment, thinking back on what i've just done. I bite my tongue and feel a growing erection. I linger over each memory, helped by the internal warmth i can still feel from _that_ act.

Terrance comes back from the en-suite with a damp spongue, his body now wet with water rather than sweat. He tosses the sponge at me.

"You better clean up, if you go downstairs smelling of sweat then some of our cleverer relatives might catch on." he looks at me warmly "then where would we be?"

I do as i'm told, dousing myself with the sponge and liberally covering myself in deoderant. I throw on some clothes, a simple white shirt and jeans.. I begin to walk, but feel a sharp pain in my arse.

"I forgot to mention, it might be a little hard to walk." Terrance says, slapping me on my back before exiting the room. I waddle after him.

Downstairs my family awaits. Two large and crowded L shaped table houses all the adults, a much smaller table in front of them houses their brats. I find my seat between Uncle Frank and Uncle Joseph, Terrance sits in exactly the same place but on the opposite end and he throws me a knowing smile but then seems to forget about me for hte rest of the meal. For my point i listen to Uncle Frank's ramblings about his time on the navy and i eat Uncle Jospeh's pasta, which looks like cat vomit and worms but surpsingly tastes nice (very creamy).

When the meal ends people begin to slowly leave the table; at first all the brats go, wanting to play outside; then some of the younger kids go, a few suggesting a ride into town; then some of the parents and finally only the elders of the family are left and the conversationals. For this evening that includes me and Terrance.

"Gabriel" Uncle Jospeh says, pulling his weak body up form his seat "do you mind taking care of the dishes? please?".

I really want to go back upstairs, but i can't refuse Uncle Joseph; he's nearly seventy.

"Sure" i reply, appearing eager. Then i go around collecting all the dishes, and coos from the older Aunts who thank me for being such a "good, helpful young man".

With a tray filled with most of the dishes i go to the kitchen door and nudge it open; disppearing inside. I put the tray on counter and load the dishwasher with all the bowls.

The door suddenly enters, causing me to jump, then i hear a familair voice.