We were all nervous but very excited, the family members had already left, and we glanced at each other, I looked at him again and he at me.

"Bring me the tobacco," he said, touching his package while continuing to work. "I think I'll finish soon and take a break, we'll eat soon, and I want to finish this, it gives me time to relax." He took the tobacco, touching my hand, and started licking the cigar, playing with the lighter with his lips, and then put it down, and I picked it up, continuing to play with it. Family members came in to prepare food.

"You're doing well, with this heat, you might get sick, do you want water?"

"Give me a glass," and he carefully touched my hand again, continuing to play with the lighter, and said, "Have you seen this lighter? It's one of those that can be recharged, it can be used whenever I want, and I like it a lot, whenever I see something I want, I don't let it go," and he kissed it jokingly and put it in his mouth when no one was looking. "Take it, but take care of it as if it were yours."

I was already lubricated, that bastard, my uncle A, years ago had exploded the bomb of my thing with my cousin, but it seemed like kid stuff, according to what I heard. Now my uncle wanted to know if it was true, and I was going to let him know...

In the following days, there was a lot of movement of people, like a summer house in the village with family, about 25 people, but the thing in the hallways was getting hotter and more tense with fleeting touches, etc., until one day when my aunt was working and we were taking a nap, I wasn't sleeping, and neither was he, we were in the living room with everyone watching TV, the typical Western movie that puts you to sleep, and everyone was snoring. I remember my grandmother and mother in the patio, and him and me together, without anyone paying attention, but with people nearby.

I touched the folds of his pants and started with, "Come on, you've got a hard-on and are full of..."

"You see... let's see who can take it off me..."

I remember he told me that if we had a wrestling match upstairs on the second floor, and we went up.

"Try to throw me to the ground, just try to knock me down, and let's practice."

I remember we were using force, and he always won, his strength was noticeable, his gym training, he would put me in locks and catch me, and he was a dominant, macho, bastard, and also quite abusive, he had me subdued, no matter how much I tried to get out of there, and continue, no matter how much I tried to free an arm, he would catch me in another way, with a leg, with his hip, with his body. I remember being completely trapped under him, erect, trying not to get an erection, and I stretched out my hand to try to touch him, his weak point, and he got on top of me and caught me completely.

It was then that he said, "Okay, I'm going to take a nap..." and he went to the room. I thoug...