DISCLAIMER: I do not own Little Miss Sunshine. If I did I would not be writing fan fiction.
Warning: May contain slash in later chapters. I haven't decided how far I'm going to go with them. Does contain incest and pedophilia. The good kind, I promise. No rape.
Frank looked over at his nephew. His black hair flopped loosely over his face as he read, his slender body twisted into an oddly comfortable position on the couch. Frank couldn't help but stare at him. He was attracted to the boy. He was attracted to him more than he would like.
Dwayne looked up suddenly. His eyes went strait to frank. He was a little surprised at the intensity of the look in his uncle's eyes. He sat up and cocked his head to side, smirking slightly.
Frank's eyes widened. He tried to look away, but he couldn't.
He stood quickly hoping to gain some control over his movements. As he did Dwayne moved closer.
"Ummm…" was all the older man managed to say. He backed away from his nephew and Dwayne stepped forward again. The boy took another step, leaving only a few inches between them. Frank moved back again. This time, hitting the wall. Dwayne smiled triumphantly and whispered "Your turn."
Frank's heart skipped a beat. He leant over hesitantly. He knew this was wrong, but he wanted it. He brushed his lips lightly against Dwayne's before deepening the kiss.
Suddenly, Frank pulled away in shock. Dwayne laughed softly, before pushing him hard against the wall and kissing him passionately.
Frank struggled for a moment before giving in. He let Dwayne's tongue slide into his mouth and caressed it with his own. The boy's hands moved up his body, grasping more tightly with each kiss. Suddenly, he pulled at Dwayne's hair, running his fingers through his soft black locks.
They fought for control over the kiss before Dwayne gave in and let his uncle take over. "That's better," he muttered, before pushing the boy against the wall and continuing.
There was a loud bang as a car door slammed outside. The pair pushed each other away. Dwayne hurried back to the couch and picked up his book. Frank touched his lips lightly. They felt a little swollen.
Sheryl came into the room carrying shopping bags. Frank quickly put his hand to his head and pretended to scratch. "Would you like some help with those, Sheryl?" he asked quickly. She smiled "I would love some help, thankyou Frank." She looked at Dwayne pointedly. He rolled his eyes and put down his book waiting for instructions. "Could you get the dinner plates out please?"
A/N: This is my first fanfic, so excuse the crappiness. Please message. I know its short, sorry.