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"What are you doing?"

Camilo jumps up at the sudden voice behind him. It was dark but he was just able to make out his sister's face, her eyes dark with lack of sleep - still getting used to her gift. Dolores looks back at her little brother with his hand outstretched to their parents' room, legs close together.

"I could hear you moving around," Dolores adds.

Camilo's eyes dart around with guilt. He knew he was a big boy now and he just got his gift a few weeks ago but he was still afraid of using the bathroom alone at night.

Dolores's eyes lock on Camilo's hand on the doorknob, "Don't," she whispers, "You're big enough to use the bathroom alone, Camilo," she doesn't move from her spot but her eyes burn Camilo's hand and he drops it.

"Um, Dolores-," Camilo thinks about it before he decides it's better not to ask.

"Go use the bathroom by yourself," Dolores says, "I did at your age. Just don't bother mom or Tia Julieta." Just as she finishes her sentence she turns around and walks away.

Camilo shifts on his feet. He had already been holding it in for a while, thinking that maybe he could just go in the morning but he had stayed up thinking about it too much to fall asleep. He shifts again, afraid that he would let it go right then and there. Dolores said not to bother mom or Tia and Camilo was far too embarrassed to ask his cousins who were all girls! So he only had one option left. Camilo bites his lip and hurries across to his Tio Bruno's room, knocking quietly before he enters.

"Tio Bruno?" Camilo squeaks. He pauses for a moment, his nervousness making him forget about his business for just a second before he calls again, a little louder this time, "Tio Bruno?" Camilo could feel tears peeking over his lashes out of fear of his Tio's room or maybe the fear of letting go of himself in his Tio's room.

It was a moment before Bruno appears, tired but confused as to why his nephew had suddenly wandered into his room - it wasn't the safest place for a child his age to be.

"Camilo?" Bruno walks up to Camilo kneeling down before him so they were eye to eye, "What's wrong?"

"Um, Tio Bruno," Camilo shyly looks away, "Can you go to the bathroom with me?"

Bruno tilted his head. Camilo's room was much closer to the restroom than Bruno's but it suddenly hit him that Camilo must have been afraid of going alone. He smiles as positively as he could and takes Camilo's hand in his, "Okay, let's go."

Bruno patiently waits outside of the bathroom, standing just so that his ruana was visible through the crack of the door. He closes his eyes in an attempt to get the most shut-eye he could get while his nephew takes his sweet time until he hears a soft little sniffle from inside the restroom.

"Camilo?" Bruno calls in, careful not to peek at his vulnerable nephew, "Is everything okay?"

"T-tio Bruno?" Camilo's voice was so soft as he turns to look at the door.

Before Bruno could react, Camilo pulls the door open and reveals his naked bottom to his Tio, who quickly looks away with a flushed face. "Camilo, wh-what are you doing?" Without a thought, Bruno rushes Camilo into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him, "What happened? Are you okay?" Bruno looks into Camilo's teary eyes.

"Tio, I-I can't go," Camilo sniffles with a whisper.

Bruno's mind blanks as he stares at his crying nephew. Camilo was incredibly adorable, Bruno could never deny this, but seeing Camilo with his pajamas down to his ankles, tears streaking down his face while he holds on tightly to his Tio, Bruno was devastated. His face flushes a darker red, embarrassed that he feels this way towards his dear, young nephew who trusted him enough to ask him to accompany him to the restroom. Bruno clears his throat.

"Wha-ah-what do you mean, Camilo?" Bruno kneels next to Camilo, a hand on his nephew's shoulder for comfort and assurance.

"M-My pee won't come out," Camilo clutches his shirt in embarrassment.

"Um," Bruno had no idea what to do. Was it because Camilo was too scared of the dark to use the bathroom? But he had made his way all the way to Bruno's room and even waited for Bruno to come out. Bruno decided that he had to help his nephew anyway, afraid that it would be a bother to Pepa if he had to wake her up just to take her own son to the restroom. How incompetent can you be, Bruno? "Come here, Camilo," Bruno guides Camilo to the toilet, he gently places his hand on Camilo's belly, pressing at the bump there and making the younger squeal and squirm. Bruno shushes his nephew gently and pets his shoulder comfortingly, "It's okay Camilo, Tio will help you," Bruno massages Camilo's stomach again, "You see, you need to massage here so you can pee," Bruno pushes onto Camilo's bladder with a free hand gently petting Camilo's back.

"No, no," Camilo whines, tears falling down his face.

"It's okay, Camilo, relax. Your Tio Bruno is right here with you," Bruno whispers as he adds more pressure to Camilo's little tummy, "Here, lift your shirt. You don't want it getting dirty."

Camilo lifts his shirt with both hands and Bruno could feel his cock chubbing. Never would he thought that he could be touching his precious nephew in this way but here he is trying to make his adorable nephew pee. Bruno pushes a little harder and Camilo muffles a cry as he finally releases himself into the toilet. Little soft huffs and sniffles could be heard along with the stream. 

"Feel better?" Bruno asks as he helps pull up Camilo's pants.

Camilo nods, embarrassment gone as he finally feels himself getting sleepy. As his Tio Bruno stands up Camilo is suddenly met face to face with something poking from Bruno's pants. Bruno, embarrassed and ashamed by his nephew's stare, tries to cover himself with his ruana and an awkward smile.

"Tio Bruno, do you need to pee too?" Camilo asks innocently. He was much too fast for Bruno to react when he places his hand on Bruno's tummy just as Bruno had done to him and began massaging.

"Ah-" Bruno quickly moves out of Camilo's reach, "T-tio will do it himself," he pauses, noticing that Camilo was looking at him expectantly, "Later. First, let's get you to bed."

Much to Bruno's surprise, this continues to happen for a few more days, fueling Bruno's lust for his nephew as well as the shame he feels every time he masturbates to the thought of Camilo and his soft tummy. On the third time it happened, Bruno had offered to Camilo to use the restroom before bedtime which the younger had promised to do. Clearly, the child had forgotten on many occasions because Bruno was sure this was the eleventh time he had to assist Camilo to the restroom. Honestly, he was quite surprised that Camilo hadn't talked about what happened to anyone yet. However, this time was different. Camilo had seemed a little more nervous this time around. As Bruno helped Camilo pull his pants back up, Camilo held onto his Tio's sleeve, eyes fixed on the bulge in his Tio's pants.

Camilo had been feeling guilty that his Tio had to hold in his pee every time they had their little night bathroom routine. He had decided himself that tonight he would be the one to help his Tio pee. Camilo was really good at making people laugh but he was also quite attentive to his loved ones. He only wanted to help his Tio and he hoped his determination would show through his stare into his Tio Bruno's eyes.

"Camilo?" Bruno calls, hand gently massaging Camilo's hand.

"Tio! I want to help you pee too!" Camilo almost shouts before Bruno shoves his hand over the younger's mouth.

Bruno quickly lets go and looks over his shoulder as if Felix and Pepa would be barging in any second to give him hell for touching Camilo but nothing happens. "Um," Bruno starts, unsure how he was going to explain an erection to a child who wasn't even close to maturing yet, "Camilo, y-you can't help Tio..." Bruno pauses much too embarrassed to use the childish term but he uses it anyway as he knew it was the only way Camilo would understand, "Pee."

Camilo frowns. He had felt stupid and embarrassed that he couldn't do anything to help but that he thought he could. Without meaning to, Camilo begins crying. He bites his lip to try and stop himself as he often did when he tripped and got hurt outside. All he wanted to do was take care of his Tio the way he always saw his Pa so lovingly taking care of his Mama.

At the sight of Camilo trying so hard not to cry, Bruno felt flustered. if Camilo's shouting didn't wake up his parents then his crying would.

"O-okay, Camilo. Okay," Bruno gently wipes away Camilo's tears, "Y-you can help Tio."

"Really?" Camilo looks up at Bruno and Bruno swears he's the worst Tio on this planet cause that look shot straight up to his throbbing erection.

"Yes, Camilo."

The shame Bruno felt letting his nephew ogle at his erect penis did nothing, if anything it made Bruno harder, twitching in his own hands. "Ugh," Bruno mutters as the cold night are breathes against his cock but he brings it closer to the toilet anyway. He wasn't sure how to "pee" with Camilo watching. Without even prompting Camilo to, the younger reaches out and pats his Tio's stomach. Bruno didn't have to pee but the gesture did turn him on even more. He could feel the heat of lust and embarrassment burning his body but he couldn't stop.

"C-Camilo," Bruno's voice was trembling, "Tio is all grown-up so... so, grown-ups have to massage a different place to pee."

Camilo looks up to his Tio with an eager smile, ready to learn more, help more. "Okay, Tio," Camilo sings, "Where?"

Bruno gulps. He's really going through with this, isn't he? He gently touches his sensitive erection and moves slowly, his eyes watching Camilo as the younger watches so intently. He could tell that Camilo wanted his turn right away so before Camilo could reach out and touch him by surprise, Bruno says, "Cami, you only do this when your peepee looks like this okay? When it looks normal it's okay to just massage your tummy."

Camilo looks back up to his Tio and smiles, "Okay."

"Okay," Bruno mimicks, lifting his shirt up, "D-do you want your turn now?"

Camilo nods his head, reaching out for his Tio's cock, both hands just barely enough to cover the base. Bruno sings heavenly above. Oh, how this feeling could be like no other, so good and made him feel so so bad. The softness of Camilo's hands just wrapping around the base of Bruno's cock was already nearly enough to send him over the edge. Nights of him fantasizing about Camilo and touching himself, making him just so much more sensitive. He was already leaking furiously and when Camilo begins to move Bruno lifts his shirt and ruana higher, covering his mouth and muffling his soft moans.

"Ah," Bruno shudders when Camilo reaches his tip, tears pooling at the bottom of his eyes. This was torture in the best way possible. Camilo was moving slowly as Bruno had done to his stomach and had taught him to do to himself. His nephew adds the slightest bit more pressure and Bruno twitches in his hands. The slick from Bruno's tip being spread with Camilo's hands and making it feel so much dirtier, bringing Bruno a little closer to cumming by his nephew's magic fingers.

"Tio, you got some on my hands," Camilo sticks his tongue out in playful disgust.

Bruno could barely muster up any thoughts let alone words but he mumbles, "Tio's almost there."

This sparks Camilo to squeeze a little harder, excited that he was finally going to help his Tio pee and eliciting a cry from his Tio as the "pee" shoots onto the toilet. Bruno's cum was thin as it squirts from his red tortured cock and it shocks Camilo along with his cry. For the first time since he started touching his Tio, he looks up and sees tears in his Tio's eyes. Camilo couldn't help the tears flooding his eyes as he had thought that squeezing his Tio's peepee too hard had hurt him and made his pee look strange. Camilo steps back, his hands close to him as his cheeks burn red.

"I-I'm sorry Tio," Camilo sobs quietly, "Camilo's s-sorry," he grunts, trying to hold back his cries, "Sorry."

As Bruno finally came back from his high he looks over to his sweet nephew who had been suffering alone and blaming himself. Bruno quickly rushes over to his nephew, stuffing his cock into his pants as he scoops Camilo up into his arms, cooing sweet words and reassurance into his ears.

"Oh you did you well, my love," Bruno kisses Camilo's head, soothing the younger, "Tio felt so nice. You did such a good job. You're such a good helper."

Camilo grips tightly onto his Tio, hugging him closely. Bruno hadn't noticed it but Camilo himself was hard, his little cock not big enough to show as a tent in his pants and Camilo was afraid of what was happening to him. It hurt but he was much too embarrassed to ask his Tio to help since his Tio had already done so much and Camilo still felt a little guilty for making his Tio cry. After Camilo's cries turned into quiet little hiccups, Bruno brings Camilo to the toilet and wipes his cum from the seat, and showing Camilo.

"Camilo, look," Bruno lifts his cum to Camilo who looks on curiously, "This is what happens when you feel good. It's a different kind of pee."

Camilo reaches out and touches it, surprised when it sticks onto his fingers and squishes softly like slime. He looks to his Tio and laughs gleefully at this new toy. Bruno smiles back before he uses tissue paper to wipe the cum off of Camilo's hands and flushes it down the toilet. He takes Camilo to the sink and rinses both of their hands thoroughly. The older notices how Camilo yawns and his heart pings, so full of love for his dearest Camilo. His sweetest and most caring, lovely Camilo. Bruno swiftly lifts up his nephew in his arms and brings him to his bed, tucking the small frame under his blanket and making his way back to his own room. He wasn't sure how he felt. He was definitely upset that he held these feelings for his nephew but at the same time, he had never felt this blissful.

The next time it happened, Camilo offered to help Bruno pee again but this time Bruno guided them to the privacy of Camilo's room. Camilo was confused but he trusts his Tio, would do anything for his Tio - the same way his Pa would for Mama. This time his Tio Bruno shows Camilo that you didn't have to be so slow or gentle when massaging your peepee, you could be a little faster, a little rougher. The muffled cries of his Tio, his Tio's flushed face, the way his Tio chased for his completion all made Camilo feel so antsy in his pants but he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to hurt his Tio. As Camilo saw Bruno groan and whine, Camilo grew more worried, he opens his mouth to speak but was suddenly met with wet, sticky goop falling into his mouth and onto his face. The taste was peculiar and nothing Camilo was used to having in his mouth. Immediately Bruno shot up.

There was a short pause as Camilo was getting used to the strange taste in his mouth before Bruno almost shouts with tears in his eyes, "Cami? Are you okay?" Without a response, Bruno rushes to get up, "I'm so sorry, I'll clean it for you, Camilo. I'll be right back." He was stopped short in his tracks however when his nephew grips onto his pants, looking up with faded eyes, cheeks flushed, heavily panting, and cum running down his face.

"Tio," Camilo whines, "My peepee feels funny."

Bruno's eyes widened. Had he gone too far? Wasn't this a little too much? Or so he thought until he sees sweet little Camilo rubbing himself against the floor. All morals, rationale, anything holding him down to this world is now out of the window (as if it had existed in the first place). He kneels in front of Camilo and gently pets his hair, moving his curls back.

"Oh, Camilo," Bruno softly calls to his nephew, soothing him, "Do you want Tio Bruno to help you?"

Camilo shivers, tears prickling his eyes. He nods.

"Can you say it for me?" Bruno asks.

"Tio Bruno, can you please help me with my peepee?"Camilo sobs.

"Oh, of course," Bruno plants a kiss on Camilo's head and carries him over to the bed. He gently lays his nephew down and kisses his cheeks. "Camilo, do you know how to do a grown-up kiss?"Camilo shakes his head "no" and Bruno assures him that it was okay.

He softly kisses his nephew, hands trailing down and massaging Camilo's tiny little cock. Camilo mewls into Bruno's lips, urging the older to continue. Camilo's kisses were messy, of course, he didn't know what to do so Bruno had to lead him. It was wet and full of spit but Bruno knew that Camilo had been feeling good, his short small gasps were bringing Bruno's cock back to life. Having his adorable nephew moaning in pleasure underneath him, by his own hands, Bruno was in heaven. He begins to move Camilo's top above his little nipples, gently kissing at his bare chest.

When Bruno felt his kisses were enough, he pulls back to look at his adorable nephew. Camilo was panting heavily, his eyes lidded as he looks up at his Tio admiring him. This was a lot for Camilo but his Tio looks so happy so Camilo smiles too. Bruno leans forward and scoops Camilo into his arms, hugging him tightly.

"Camilo, you're perfect," Bruno whispers, "Just you, Camilo."

Camilo didn't know what his Tio meant then but he smiles anyway, holding his Tio in his arms.

Bruno takes this time to touch his nephew more, kissing even more, this time at his nipples. He takes off Camilo's pants and frees his cute little hard-on. Bruno couldn't help stuffing his tiny cock into his mouth, sucking.

"Ah, Tio! No!" Camilo tries to resist, "That's dirty! D-don't touch!" His voice was so weak, trembling with pleasure.

Bruno pays no heed to Camilo's pleas, holding the boy still as he tries to squirm away.

"Tio," Camilo whines, his hands tangling in his Tio's hair, "I-I'm gonna pe-pee!"

Camilo tenses and Bruno pulls away just enough to see Camilo shivering underneath him. Nothing came out, of course, and Bruno giggles. His eyes trail up Camilo's body and find him panting, eyes closed but Bruno didn't feel finished yet. He now had this brand new erection straining against his pants. He once again releases his swollen dick and leads Camilo's hands to it. Camilo's eyes open, exhausted and overwhelmed but still determined to help his Tio feel good. He grips onto his Tio's cock and tugs at it, earning him a whimper.

"C-Camilo," Bruno moans. He was a pathetic little man, letting his five-year-old nephew have so much sexual control over him but he simply couldn't help it. He was in love with the feeling. "Camilo, let's feel good together."

Bruno shifts so he is back in front of and on top of Camilo. He grabs Camilo's ankles and holds them together over his chest. Mumbling his nephew's name he begins thrusting between Camilo's enchanting thighs. As Camilo feels his Tio's thick and pulsing cock rubbing against his overstimulated penis, he squeals, and whines. Such joyous sounds to Bruno's ears. He was so close, feeling Camilo's heavenly thighs and delicious little cock rubbing against his furious dick every time he thrusts in. 

"Camilo," Bruno cries, "Pl-please."

Camilo didn't know what his Tio was pleading for, but he wanted Bruno to have what he was so kindly asking for, "Ah, Tio!" Bruno pounds just a little harder.

"W-wanna cum," Bruno whines, rubbing even faster.

"Tio!" Camilo could feel the same funny urge that had made him feel so good before. His "Ah"s and gasps litter into Bruno's grunts and whines and the two climax together, Bruno's thin and runny cum decorating Camilo's perfect golden skin.

Camilo had never felt so tired before in his life. His eyelids grew so so heavy and he feels his Tio wrap him in his arms with a kiss to his cheek, then to his temple, then to the top of his forehead. Camilo closes his eyes, feeling so light and happy. When his eyes flutter open again, he sees his Tio cleaning him up with what felt like a warm, wet rag. He hadn't even realized when he fell back asleep but the second and last time he opened his eyes that night, he felt his Tio give him a warm kiss on the lips with some fleeting words of love and adoration, and a sweet goodnight.

When Camilo woke up he did not realize that that night was going to be his last night spent with his Tio. A few nights later, after Maribel's unfortunate gift ceremony that left many torn and upset, Bruno had disappeared. He had always felt as if it was his fault. Was it possibly because he was too greedy that night? Camilo was torn, feeling guilt about Bruno's leaving as well as feeling selfish that he felt bad for himself when so many others were suffering. He shoves these feelings of confusion toward his Tio Bruno down and forces a gentle smile, attending to his grieving mother's side and spending the majority of his life trying to be what his family needed no matter how tired he was because he was the one who caused his Tio to leave and he didn't deserve to think about himself or his feelings.

When Mirabel brought their Tio back, Camilo had felt relief yet annoyance. This whole time he had been just living in the walls, like a weirdo? After all the guilt he had felt all these years and all those times where he was told to never talk about his Tio Bruno or his Mama would thunder? And it was Mirabel that brought him back? Camilo felt jealous. Heaven knows how much he loves his bright and lovable cousin Mirabel but was Camilo not enough to make his Tio stay or come back? Once again, Camilo felt selfish. Everyone was happy and working hard together to bring back their home yet here Camilo was again, only thinking of himself. He felt clumsy and frustrated but as his eyes trail over to his Tio Bruno their eyes lock and Bruno meekly smiles with a small, teeny, tiny wave and Camilo quickly shoots him a sideways smile, turning away with his face burning a deep red. Was his Tio always this cute and shy man?! Camilo could feel his heartbeat rising as he fumbles with the tools Maribel hands him.

Honestly, when Camilo was younger, he wasn't too fond or conscious of his Tio Bruno outside of their little nighttime escapades, more focused on playing with Maribel and the other kids their age, showing off his gift, and pondering with Maribel what kind of gift they thought she would be getting. It wasn't until he got older that he had the talk with his Pa that he learned what he did with Bruno wasn't normal - in the case that they were both playing bees when they made love. At least, Camilo thought to himself, it was with someone that he loves, that was checked off the list.

Now, since Camilo could clearly recall and retrace all the touches and kisses that Bruno planted on him that night, he had grown much more conscious of his Tio. He had also noticed that Maribel was spending quite a lot of time with the Tio they didn't really get to know. They were getting along well and Maribel would often speak up for their Tio when he couldn't find the words or courage to express himself. Green was an incredibly beautiful color, more so on Tio Bruno, but the jealousy eating up at Camilo was building and stacking and causing conflict within him. He decided that for now, he should just continue to play nice.

One day, Camilo was able to casually bring up Bruno in a conversation with Maribel. He had learned that Maribel was simply indulging their Tio by listening to the telenovela plays that he put on with his rats. Camilo had thought this was odd yet endearing. He couldn't imagine what it would've been like stuck in the walls with nothing to do and no one to talk to. Then it clicks in his head! This was that strange telenovela that Dolores was always on about. Not a person in town would understand what Camilo was talking about whenever he questioned them about a telenovela with rats. He sighs in content, yet another mystery solved. Maribel commented that if he was so curious, he should join next time. Camilo agrees.

The "hangout" was, surprisingly enough, not as awkward or full of tension as Camilo had expected. Bruno's telenovela was just as interesting and intriguing as Dolores had said it was and Bruno's acting was strangely amazing. Camilo found it easy to jest and let out small comments that made the other two laugh. He was having a really fun time.

"Well," Maribel draws out the "l" as she stretches, "I just remembered that I have to go to town with Abuela, so..." she grabs her bag from the nail sticking out of Bruno's wall and slings it over her shoulder, "We're gonna go get some stuff for embroidering!" she says excitedly with a smile before she leaves.

Camilo leisurely waves from the armrest of Bruno's sofa chair, feeling quite comfortable and warm. He turns to his Tio with a smile, curious about what they would do next but instead of being met with a smiling Bruno, he sees Bruno looking fairly uncomfortable.

"Tio?" Camilo calls out, but he was cut off.

"Uh, y-you probably have to leave too, right?" Bruno nervously chuckles, he doesn't touch Camilo but was able to lead him towards the door with his gestures.

"Huh?" Camilo was visibly confused as to why he was being led out.

"Maribel's not here and well, I'm sure you were only here for Maribel," Bruno rambles, "No one really comes just for me but that's okay. Maribel's really nice so I'm glad she's able to get everyone to be on good terms with each other," he grips onto his door as Camilo was finally past the doorway, "Thanks for coming. Bye."

Before Camilo could object, the door shuts in his face. Camilo was stunned and a little bit annoyed. All the feelings he had felt before about not being enough for his Tio had finally come crashing down. He knocks on the door impatiently.

"Tio Bruno!" Camilo calls through the door, "Tio Bruno, open the door!"

Bruno hesitates, biting his lips and folding his hands. He had felt a little more comfortable with Mirabel around with them but being alone with Camilo, Bruno felt his face heat up. Regret of all those years ago of sodomizing his nephew would flood his brain not to mention how handsome Camilo had grown. Bruno was conflicted, wanting to repair their relationship but unsure of how to go about it. What would he do if Camilo remembers what happened? Bruno didn't think that Camilo remembers because Camilo had been fairly nice and pleasant around him, as normal as he would usually be when Bruno used to spy on them from the second floor.

He suddenly snaps back from his thoughts as he hears Camilo counting down, just landing on "Two!" Quickly Bruno swings the door open, looking flustered and worried about what Camilo was going to do once he reached one... or three, whichever way he was counting.

Camilo was surprised that counting down worked. He would often do it to Antonio and even then, it didn't work. He looks to his Tio whose face was so red and eyes so wide, Camilo's heart almost malfunctioned at how adorable his Tio looks. Camilo also found it a little strange that he had gotten a little excited at the sight of his Tio like this and how obedient he was when he opened the door. Camilo coughs, suddenly remembering why he was trying to get in in the first place.

"W-why did you kick me out?" Camilo asks, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind him. 

Bruno shrinks, "Um, I've got to go."

Camilo blocks Bruno from exiting and closes the gap between them, his eyebrow arched in playful curiosity. The more Camilo would take a step forward, face inching closer to Bruno, the more Bruno would shrink back further away into his room until he was finally cornered. Camilo pauses, starting to feel a little guilty. Bruno had been having to readjust to being around people so maybe he was just a little awkward with Camilo still. Then Camilo gets a thought. A thought that made him much more sad than curious.

"Do," he pauses to contemplate whether he should ask or not but he was far too curious and far too insecure, "Or did you touch Maribel too?" his voice was much quieter and more dejected, "I've just never seen you act this way towards her."

Bruno looks up, shocked at the question. Shocked that Camilo would think that about him. Shocked that Camilo would be able to ask a question like that so forwardly. First, he had to clear up the misunderstanding.

"Camilo, wha-? I don't nor have I ever touched Maribel inappropriately," Bruno says, hands hovering over Camilo's shoulder just a little afraid of going the last few centimeters.

Camilo had gotten an answer but he had more questions, "Antonio?" he asks, hoping to the heavens that he would be wrong, "What about Antonio? Cause if you touched Antonio I'd be the first person to-"

"No," Bruno says honestly, "I've never touched Antonio." Bruno had realized that Camilo must've had so many unanswered questions, just like everyone else. He just didn't really have the privacy to ask and get his answers.

"Then," Camilo looks up into Bruno's eyes, "Did you really leave only for Mirabel?"

Bruno thinks for a moment before he answers, "It was a reason to leave but I had many."

"Was I one of them?" Camilo asks.

Bruno looks away briefly before he decides that he was going to tell the truth to Camilo. He was old enough, right?

"One of them," He agrees, "Probably one of the bigger ones."

"Oh," Camilo begins to back away, palms sweaty and ready to spout out a joke. He began to feel regret for coming, regret for asking too many questions. Would things have been better if he just let things be?

"Camilo," Bruno steps forward this time, determined to clear up the air between them as he had done with his sisters, "I'm sorry about what I did to you back then." Bruno pauses, unsure of what he should say next. However, Bruno's apology just made Camilo's blood boil.

Camilo felt as if Bruno's apology was a rejection. That Camilo was a mistake. He was basically saying that all of Camilo's feelings would and should just disappear with an apology. Well, it was much too late for that. "Then... Why did you do it?" Camilo asks, looking up into Bruno's eyes with hurt and anger, "Apologizing now won't make what you did okay or erase it from my memories." Camilo's face blushes when he remembers all the times he had touched himself, remembering his Tio's touch and kisses, "Tio," Camilo swallows, "Sometimes I can still feel you... touching me... and making me... feel good."

Bruno could not believe his ears, his eyes. Camilo was blushing in front of him, telling him that he... liked it. It had without a doubt made Bruno excited but Bruno had finally gotten his family back, he wasn't sure if this was the smartest and safest route to take.

"Camilo, we can't do that anymore," Bruno looks into Camilo's eyes, trying his best to sound authoritative.

Camilo looks back at his Tio challengingly, teasingly. "Why not, Tio?" Camilo steps closer, "Is it because you liked me better when I was small?" Camilo mocks him and shifts into that younger version of himself that Bruno had rubbed himself so lustfully on, his hands resting on Bruno's lower stomach, eyes looking up, begging, "You can touch me like this, Tio Bruno, I won't tell."

Bruno stumbles back frightened by just how much that itself made his penis react. "Cam-Camilo," Bruno gulps, "No jokes." He backs up until the back of his legs hits his bed.

Camilo shifts back to normal, exhilarated by the reaction he had gotten. It had spurred a new objective in Camilo and he realizes his Tio Bruno was incredibly sensual. Camilo wanted to tease him more, he wanted to touch his Tio the way he was taught to touch him all those years ago except this time, Camilo will know what he's doing. He can make Bruno feel better.

"Then, Tio," Camilo scoots closer to Bruno, eyes flirting and locking with his, "Will you have me just like this?"

Bruno gasps as he falls back onto his bed. Without any hesitation, Camilo climbs onto his lap and straddles him. It didn't take long for the younger to notice the giant tent in his pants. Camilo experimentally rubs over the lump under his Tio's ruana earning a heavy whimper. Camilo's heart jumps with joy. He moves the ruana over, lifting it and letting it fall over Bruno's chest to which the older's hands reach up to grab it, gripping religiously.

Camilo leans closer to Bruno's crotch, running his hands playfully around the area, letting the cloth push against the erection with every movement he made. Bruno begins to sniffle and Camilo scoots down so he's sitting right in front of his Tio, he looks up and finds Bruno with his eyes brimming with tears and filling Camilo with an insatiable hunger. Camilo pulls down Bruno's pants and frees his bright red cock.

"Camilo," Bruno mutters as a warning but before he could say anything else, Camilo's mouth glomps onto his dick.

Bruno sobs at the feeling. His nephew's mouth felt like heaven, so hot and soft, and had Bruno arching his back in pleasure. Oh, how he feels so much like a pathetic, perverted Tio. If Camilo's mouth was a religion, he was convinced, converted, and leading worship. Camilo moves, sucking the tip and playing with his tongue. Bruno tries to squirm but Camilo tosses Bruno's leg over his shoulder and places his palm over his Tio's hips. With his free hand, Camilo begins stroking the rest of Bruno's cock down to the base and massaging the balls. Bruno swoons, letting out more cries of pleasure as his nephew devours him.

After a few more pumps and a sultry pop of Bruno's dick being freed from Camilo's lips, Camilo looks up to Bruno devilishly. A smile slowly finds its way onto the younger's lips, "Tio, did that feel good?"

Bruno's poor cock twitches and a bead of precum leaks from the tip. He couldn't bring himself to answer, clutching his ruana closer to his lips to stifle his cries. He blinks two giant tears from his eyes, unable to hold eye contact with his dangerous little nephew. Camilo giggles. This was so much better than he had ever thought. Was the younger him unaware of how adorable his Tio is? Camilo grips the base of Bruno's cock lightly and begins stroking it, drawing whines from Bruno as he struggles once again until Camilo tightens his grip on Bruno's base, stopping all movement and drawing the loudest mewl he got from him yet.

Camilo himself was hard as a rock but he didn't want his precious Tio to cry anymore so he lets go of Bruno's leaking cock and reveals his own hard-on. This gets Bruno's attention, he was mesmerized by his nephew's new cock, so well endowed and developed from the cute little thing he had when Bruno first massaged his soft tummy. Camilo wasn't bigger than Bruno but he wasn't small either. His cock was just the right size, perfect, beautiful, and red. A beautiful red against Camilo's skin. Bruno almost drooled.

"Tio Bruno," Camilo calls in his sweetest voice ever, "Tio, I want to feel good too. Can I please?"

Bruno had remembered that he was the adult in this relationship, for the first time since they started, Bruno lets go of his ruana and leans forward, "Of course, my Camilo."

Camilo's heart jumps. "My Camilo"? Camilo could only swallow his hopes and tears. He is his Tio's whether Bruno knows it or not. The younger follows Bruno's guidance and once again finds himself straddling his Tio, this time his hard cock brushing up against Bruno's. Camilo could almost faint. As much as he loves to pretend he knows everything, it wasn't like he had much but himself to experiment with.

Eager, Camilo immediately presses his cock forward, making the tips of their erections kiss. The feeling has Camilo craving for more. He begins to rut against Bruno's cock, making the older shiver with a whimper. "Ah, Tio," Camilo cries, using his legs to push himself closer and move faster. He gasps when Bruno brings both of Camilo's hands together and uses them to jack both of them off. Camilo lets out soft moans and cries, calling for his Tio each time he felt Bruno squeeze his hands tighter with his own. Bruno moves Camilo's hands faster chasing his high, eyes locked on Camilo's pleasured face. He calls out his nephew's name and Camilo does the same, begging for his Tio, when they both cum together, stars flashing in their eyes.

Camilo leans over, exhausted, resting his head on his Tio's shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. Bruno breathes in Camilo's scent, basking in the heat of his loved one. He reaches over and begins to rub small circles around Camilo's hip and makes the younger squirm and jump under him from the unexpected touch. Bruno chuckles at the overreaction, placing a kiss on Camilo's head still resting on his shoulder.

"I love you, Camilo," Bruno says, "So very much."

Camilo doesn't say anything, much too embarrassed to say anything back. Sure, they had just touched each other's dicks after such a long time but Camilo was still just a 15-year-old boy. Saying the "L-word" so seriously after doing something so intimate with someone else was just not something Camilo was used to doing. Then he starts thinking. Was the love Bruno had for him strictly familial? Or did Bruno love him the way that Camilo feels? The same way he knows that his Pa loves his Mama and his Tio Agustin loves his Tia Julieta. 

"How do you love me?" Camilo looks up from Bruno's shoulder, eyes so hopeful Bruno could see right through him.

Bruno smiles at his nephew fondly. He cups his face with one hand and guides him to his lips, kissing him ever so softly and tenderly.

"Like this," Bruno whispers, his eyes locked on Camilo's, and the boy squirms on his lap, huffing a dork-ish giggle.

"I love you too, Tio," Camilo smiles, leaning forward to leave a peck on Bruno's lips. He had succeeded in confirming his feelings.

"C'mon, let's go get cleaned up," Bruno shifts to get up but he's stopped by Camilo holding him down by his shirt. "Camilo?" Bruno looks on curiously at the younger, "What's wrong?" He had sudden flashbacks to the first night he had helped Camilo use the bathroom and chuckles to himself.

Camilo sulks, biting his lip, he lifts up his shirt to reveal his still hard cock, "It's your fault, Tio. You kept petting me and kissed me," Camilo could clearly see what he does to his Tio, making a mess out of him, "Tio, can we try something new?" Camilo rocks forward, rubbing his stiff dick against Bruno's stomach, "I want you," Camilo lifts Bruno's shirt so he could rub himself on his Tio's skin, using his hips to move, "I want Tio's cock."

Bruno chokes, eyes big and wet as he looks at his nephew, "Camilo, do you know what you're asking for? Cause I don't think you know wha-"

"Isn't it a little too late for that?" Camilo looks down and Bruno's eyes follow to find Camilo getting off on his stomach. Camilo looks back up, "I'm pretty sure it's too late to go back. I mean, you love me, right?" Bruno doesn't look back up into Camilo's eyes and Camilo sees two tears drop onto Bruno's shirt as he nods. Under him, Camilo could feel something poking at his butt. Camilo smiles slyly, "Don't you love me, Tio?"

"Y-yes," Bruno sobs, finally looking up at Camilo who drops his trickster smile for a pout.

"Do you?" Camilo tilts his head, "I wouldn't know for sure cause after taking advantage of me, you just left me all alone for so many years."

Oh, those words seemed to do the trick, Bruno was fully crying now, "Sorry, I'm sorry, Camilo. Tio really loves you."

"Can you prove it to me, Tio Bruno?" Camilo shifts, reaching behind him to pull out Bruno's dick so it fits just between his ass cheeks, "Show me how much you love me, pretty please?"

Bruno sniffles with a nod, letting out a soft, "Okay," before he reaches into the drawer by his bed and pulls out a bottle. Camilo follows along, watching as Bruno tries to take off Camilo's bottom only to do it himself before settling back down on Bruno's lap. Bruno lets the goop from the bottle drizzle onto his fingers and rubs them together to get it a little warm.

"Um," Bruno looks up at Camilo, testing the waters to see who would bottom. If it were up to Bruno he'd be completely fine with whatever, he definitely imagined and got off at the thought of Camilo fucking him relentlessly but being able to feel Camilo slowly melting at the tip of his penis was also something Bruno was, without a doubt, down for.

"Tio, hurry up," Camilo rubs his now bare ass against Bruno's cock, and Bruno whimpers, taking the clue and using the lube to massage at Camilo's opening. Camilo groans at the feeling. It was different from having his penis touched but it still made his stomach flutter.

As Camilo finally relaxes, Bruno was able to put in a finger. He slowly thrusts his fingers in and out, moving around inside Camilo and looking for that special spot. Camilo's gasps were getting a little louder and heated, feeling his Tio mess around in his ass felt incredibly strange but the thought of what they were doing spurs Camilo on. Camilo grips onto Bruno's shirt and leans closer and arching, giving Bruno better access to his virgin hole.

Bruno takes this as a sign to move on faster so he enters a second finger making Camilo hiss at the feeling, lurching forward so he fit into the crook of Bruno's neck. He slowly moves his fingers in deeper and deeper, getting up to his knuckles, and lets Camilo get used to the feeling. Camilo sighs, finally able to take a break.

After a while, Camilo had begun to feel an itch. He shifts and tries to get his Tio to move, naturally lightly fucking himself onto Bruno's fingers. Bruno was taken off guard by Camilo's movement, just happy to have Camilo hugging and clinging to him but of course, anything for his Camilo. Bruno begins to twist his fingers, earning a muffled moan from Camilo. Wanting his dearest nephew to feel better, Bruno reaches for Camilo's cock, relieved that he was still hard, and begins stroking as he spreads his two fingers apart inside his rectum in a scissor-like motion. Camilo keens, shoving his face deeper into his Tio's neck in order to muffle his sounds, sometimes kissing at the bottom of Bruno's neck and near his collar bone. Bruno slowly adds a third finger, stretching Camilo even more.

"Tio,"Camilo groans into Bruno's ears, making them ever more red.

Bruno's chest tightens, it suddenly hits him that he's fingering his nephew. His cock twitches. Camilo bites Bruno's ear and Bruno whimpers, flinching at the contact and eliciting a low chuckle from Camilo. Bruno curves his fingers and presses into Camilo, finding his prostate. Camilo shouts, seeing stars, his cock twitching in Bruno's hands. Camilo calls for his Tio as Bruno gently massages around his prostate.

"Camilo, please," Bruno begs, he's had enough. He wants more.

"Hurry," Camilo responds, pulling away from Bruno so he could position himself just on top of Bruno's tip.

Bruno's heart does flips. Seeing Camilo with an erect penis, hovering over his own hard dick had made Bruno's chest feel so full. Camilo was the cutest little nephew anyone could ever ask for.

"Tio," Camilo brings Bruno back with a caress to his cheek.

Bruno scrambles for the bottle he had used earlier and poured a generous amount of lube onto his hands before he rubs it all onto himself, stroking from the base to his tip where it kisses the fluttering opening of Camilo's cute, virgin hole. Bruno licks his lips and wipes his hands on the sheets beneath him before he places his hands on Camilo's hips, slowly guiding him onto his cock. Camilo gasps as Bruno's tip enters him. He was so much bigger than Camilo had thought, much bigger than Bruno's fingers. Bruno stops pushing Camilo to let him breathe.

"Is it all in?" Camilo pants, patting his belly in an attempt to feel his Tio inside him.

"Only the tip," Bruno grunts, every movement Camilo made just made Bruno that much closer to cumming, his little boy hole just felt so tight.

"C'mon Tio," Camilo pets Bruno's hands lovingly, "Why are you taking your sweet time?"

"I-I don't want to hurt you, Camilo," Bruno says weakly, "It's your first time. I want you to enjoy it."

"Who said it was my first time?" Camilo asks bluntly with an eyebrow raised and Bruno looks back with big, sad eyes. Camilo laughs at Bruno's reaction, clenching tightly at Bruno's tip.

"Camilo," Bruno whines at the squeeze and teasing of his nephew.

Though Camilo's words were playfully ridiculing him, Bruno could feel just how gently and kindly Camilo had been stroking his hands with his thumb, rubbing soft circular motions. Bruno was supposed to be the comforting one, the grounding one, as he was the one who was penetrating but he also loves this part of Camilo as well. His joke had made Bruno feel less tense, remember that it was just the two of them right now, making love for the first time.

Bruno reaches up and cups Camilo's face as he inches himself deeper into Camilo. Camilo leans into his Tio's touch as he finally bottoms out on Bruno's dick, feeling him deeper than he ever had before. It was a strange feeling but it felt really good, Camilo felt full and it made his mind blank all he could think bout was how good and full he felt.

"Camilo, are you okay?" Bruno asks, nervous when he saw Camilo's eyes start to blur.

"Feels good, Tio," Camilo breathes, "Feels so full."

Bruno couldn't help it, seeing Camilo look so out of it and weak, made him want to fuck his nephew senseless. So he does. He starts slowly, moving shallowly in and out of Camilo drawing quiet moans out of the younger. Bruno's hand finds its way to the back of Camilo's neck, guiding Camilo to lie on his back. The older man pulls out to his tip, watching as Camilo's adorable hole tries to suck him back in. He looks up to find Camilo watching him, curious to what his Tio was doing only for Bruno to thrust in in one go. Camilo's head bends back, the feeling of his Tio shoving his hard, hot, and pulsing cock in and out of him made his toes curl.

Camilo moans, shouting for his Tio as Bruno fucks him faster. Bruno tugs up at Camilo's shirt pathetically and Camilo pulls his shirt up, holding it just above his nipples as he had done so long ago. Bruno first caresses Camilo's chest, feeling all over his soft skin. He notices that Camilo had light hair around his hard cock but none on his chest. His fingers lightly brush over Camilo's nipples, causing the younger to cry, clutching his shirt a little higher. Bruno leans down and leaves ginger kisses between his breasts and finally places a nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking with his tongue.

"Ah," Camilo cries out as Bruno lightly bites at his nipple, "Tio, you're such a pervert."

Bruno could feel the shame that came with that title, letting it fuel his lust and harden his cock, "Sorry," he kisses Camilo's nipple, "I'm so sorry. Tio can't help it. He's a pervert," He cries into Camilo's chest, not once stopping or slowing down as he continues to thrust into his nephew. Camilo's hands grip onto Bruno's hair as the older continues to kiss his chest and play with his hard nipples. Bruno shifts to a different angle, lifting Camilo's leg higher so he could have more access and Camilo sings. He had found Camilo's special spot once again and fucks into him rubbing his prostate over and over again.

Camilo lost his thoughts, nothing but crying for his Tio and moaning leaving his lips. Bruno reaches lower and starts playing with Camilo's cock, thumbing at his tip. Camilo cries, overwhelmed by the pleasures his Tio was forcing onto him. He could feel himself getting closer as his stomach tightens. Camilo warns his Tio, mumbling over and over again that he was cumming and calling out Bruno's name as he shoots all over his tummy.

Bruno groans at Camilo tightening around his cock but he was almost there. He pushes in deeper and faster, causing Camilo to cry out, "No, w-wait, Tio!" but he was so close. Seeing the tears falling from Camilo's eyes is what pushes Bruno over the edge, he cums inside his nephew, milking himself as he slowly and shallowly thrusts into Camilo. His nephew twitches as Bruno pulls out, letting out quiet sobs. Camilo had felt so overwhelmed, not to say that it didn't feel good, he had thought he went crazy as stars burst in his eyes from how much he came. However, his Tio had begun to feel guilty, choosing his high over his nephew's pleas. Bruno's eyes tear up as he wipes the tears from Camilo's cheeks, already stained red.

"S-sorry," Bruno sobs, "Did it hurt? Tio's so sorry."

"I'm fine," Camilo manages to say but Bruno continues to cry anyway, petting his nephew's head as if he were the most delicate thing in the world. 

"Sorry," Bruno kisses Camilo's head, "I'm sorry," he pulls Camilo in for a wet kiss on his cheek.

"I'm fine!" Camilo chuckles, hand finding Bruno's on his cheek, "I'm a little tired though," he blushes, "and I can feel it... leaking."

Bruno blushes, hiding his face into Camilo's neck with more apologies spewing from his mouth. After a while of their holding each other, Bruno shoots up, startling Camilo.

"Tio?" Camilo calls out.

"W-we have to clean you," Bruno says, "Um, everyone must be wondering where you are."

"Who would be wondering-" Camilo was shut up by one look at the clock on Bruno's nightstand, "Tio! It's almost time for dinner!"

"Y-yes, it is," Bruno states, slipping away from the bed and heading to the sink in his room with a clean rag, "Why does that matter?"

Camilo smiles as he sits up to face Bruno, "Tonight's my night to pick dinner and Tia Julieta is the only one who can make the best arepas in the world."

Bruno could not deny that statement since when he used to live in the walls in secret, even Julieta's stale arepas tasted great, so he hums in agreement. The rag was now damp with warm water and Bruno starts with wiping Camilo's face, chuckling when Camilo shifts into a multitude of funny faces. He then moves onto Camilo's chest and stomach, wiping as gently as he could.

"Tio, I can wipe myself," Camilo's hand reaches up to cup Bruno's hand in his with a reassuring smile.

"Oh, o-of course," Bruno blushes as he reaches for a pair of pants to slip on.

"Last time I let you wipe me clean, you left for ten years," Camilo plainly states as he takes the rag and cleans himself. Bruno winces and Camilo laughs at his Tio's big, red eyes, "You're way too easy to tease, Tio."

"Um, Camilo," Bruno starts nervously, clutching at his hands, "If it's okay with you, can I stay from now on?"

Camilo looks up to Bruno, eyes unreadable as he watches him squirm in front of him, "Tio Bruno, you were always welcome to stay." He was finally able to tell him what he wanted all those nights ago, to let him know that his Tio is always welcome, that Camilo wanted him to stay that night.

Bruno smiles meekly, the same way he had done the day he had come back. He makes his way to sit next to Camilo on his bed, not watching as Camilo cleans himself but just enjoying being beside his nephew. It felt nice, Bruno found, even when Camilo was moving all about next to him, half-naked. 

"Where are my pants?" Camilo asks, moving around the bedsheets in search.

"Oh, here," Bruno reaches to the ground and pulls up Camilo's pants, underwear still inside.

"Thanks," Camilo mumbles as he grabs them from his Tio and slips on his undies first, "Are you hungry?"

"Hm?" Bruno looks up at Camilo, head tilted.

"Are you hungry?" Camilo asks again, "Cause if you're not we could," Camilo blushes, "We could cuddle, or something."

"But I thought you wanted Julieta's arepas?" Bruno asks and Camilo's ears grew redder. Bruno smiles fondly at his adorable nephew, "Of course, we can cuddle."

"Well, get rid of the top blanket first, it's dirty," Camilo sticks out his tongue at the blanket as Bruno rolls up the blanket and Camilo jumps in.

Bruno chuckles as he lays next to Camilo, the younger wrapping his arms around his Tio and taking in a deep breath. Bruno wraps his arms around Camilo in turn and the two hold each other close, sleeping through the night.