"Everything will be fine now. You're okay."

Warm gentle arms embrace you and you know that at least for now, you are safe. For the first time in months, you cry. You cry over your parents' death. You cry over your horrifying experience living with your parents' murderer. You cry over your relief. And you allow yourself to finally rest your mind. The feeling of warmth and love does not go away even though you've drifted to sleep. In fact, it accompanied you and protected you from the usual nightmares.

You would later wake up with no memories. But that didn't matter because you would soon be given a new name and mother in Lyam and your savior, Caitlyn, respectively. You would gain another mother through her partner Vi. You would come to cherish Caitlyn and Vi as much as your previous parents and they would come to love you just as much as their child.

"Vi. Are you leaving? Already?" You stare at her back as she puts on her shoes. She stops abruptly at your words before she stands up and looks back at you.

Looking guilty and sorry, she says, "Sorry kiddo. There's been a breakthrough in the latest Shimmer case and it's in Zaun. They want me there ASAP. I'll come back as soon as I can."

You give her the biggest puppy eyes you could muster. "Do you really have to go?"

"Ngg. Oh, you! Stop it. I already had enough of Jinx pulling this shit on me. Don't you go on doing it too!"

"Vi!" You turn back to see your other mother, Caitlyn. She gives Vi a stern look and you giggle as you realize what happened.

"Oops. Didn't mean to say that. C'mon Cait. It was a force of habit." Caitlyn does not relent and continues giving her the same look. "The kid's already mad at me. I can't have you mad at me as well."

Caitlyn sighed. "I am inclined to agree with Lyam, but I know that you need to go." She moves closer to Vi and leans in close. "Just, come home safe. Alright?"

Vi smiles. "Of course." With Caitlyn so close, Vi joins her lips with Caitlyn's, ending their goodbye with a kiss.

"Ewww." You belch and look away.

"What's this? Look at this brat! Are you afraid of kisses?"

"Wha-! No way! Kisses aren't scary. You and Cait are just gross!"

"I'm gross? C'mere you little brat!" You squeal as Vi reaches for you. Despite all your struggles, she easily snatches you up into her tight embrace. "Alright. As punishment for a bratty kid like you. You're going to get a kiss on the cheek."

"Eww!" Despite saying that, you happily accept her kiss.

When she finishes, Vi says "I do need to leave now. So goodbye Cait. Bye Lyam."

"Wait." You quickly lean in and give Vi a kiss on the cheek. Before she could react, you jump out of her embrace and hide behind Cait. "Now you can leave." Although you cannot see her, you know Vi is happy. She chuckles as she leaves.

Caitlyn turns around and stares at you. "Well, do I also get a kiss?" You pause to think before giving her a kiss on the cheek as well. "Good answer. Now, since Vi is gone. Do you want to sleep with me? Or are you too big a boy to sleep with your mommy?"

"I am a big boy! I'm already 1X years old. I can't let people know I'm still sleeping with my mom!"

Caitlyn giggles. "Nope! Wrong answer. You're going to keep me company while Vi's gone."

You grumble as she takes you into her embrace and carries you to the main bedroom. Caitlyn is quickly asleep and you soon follow as you snuggle your head atop her breasts.

Although you made it apparent to Cait that you were big enough to take care of yourself, she clearly disagreed when she immediately called Jinx right after you told her that.

So there you are sitting on the couch with your Aunt Jinx. Or just Jinx. Aunt just sounded weird considering Jinx acted more like a kid than you did. You stare blankly at the screen and fight off the urge to yell 'This is booooring!'. The last time you said that… You stop yourself. You didn't want to continue that thought any further.

"Welp. This is boring."

Your heart thumps as you hear the taboo words. With any other person, those words were nothing more than ordinary words. But with Jinx, they might as well be the magic incantation for summoning the devil. So you pretend you didn't hear her and hope that she continued watching the bland TV show.

"He. Hehehe. I knew you would see it my way. Let's have some fun!" She grabs onto your arm and bolts up the couch.

Instantly, traumatic memories of you crying with Jinx laughing in the background resurface and you know what you must do. You scream. "Noo!"

Jinx stops dead in her tracks and falls to the floor comically. She looks back at you in confusion. "What ya screaming there for buddy?"

Your mind races for a distraction of some kind. Something to keep Jinx from going on another 'fun' stream again. "Uhh. Uhhmm. Uhhmm."

Jinx's eyes narrow. "You better cough something up or else. You're costing us precious seconds of fun time."

Trauma rears its ugly head toward you again. Once again, your cries and maniacal Jinx laughter resonate within your mind. Off-handedly, you wonder if there was ever a time you had with Jinx that didn't result in you crying and her laughing maniacally. "Just having you around is enough fun for me."

"What?" Jinx has a deadpan face.

"Well, I just love you so much Auntie Jinx. Just you being here is enough for me. So how about we continue watching some TV? On this couch and do nothing more."

Jinx doesn't respond for a good second before she leaps at you. She brings you into a hug that might have been a tad bit too tight and screams "Oh you! Oh, this adorable little thing I call my nephew. Sure thing. Just being with my cute ittie bittie nephew is enough for me too. By the by, drop the Auntie part. Jinx is fine kiddo." She thankfully lets you go and the two of you sit back on the couch.

You breathe a sigh of relief and sink back into the fluffy couch. The show on TV was laughably boring. Sadly, it wasn't boring enough to actually be entertaining. The urge to scream in boredom resurges inside of you, but you refrain lest all your work the previous minute would be for nothing. Instead, you opt to look at your aunt.

Jinx was slumped onto the couch just like you. In fact, even more. Her head was on the seat of the couch and her upper body took up the remaining part of the seat. Her buttocks were not even on the seat anymore. Yup, she was even more bored than you were.

As you continue to stare at Jinx's face, you realize that Jinx is pretty. Not like the prettiest in the school pretty, but pretty as a supermodel pretty. She's extremely pretty. Her soft blue hair is tied tightly into 2 long braids with only a couple locks falling freely over the right side of her face. Her blue hair brings out her large pinkish-red eyes that are staring right back at you.

"So, Lyam. What you staring so hard at?"

Your cheeks flush in embarrassment and you turn away. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

She chuckles. "From the looks of it, you were getting bored." You mentally panic. "Ah, stop it. I'm not going to start anything." You sigh in relief. And then you pause. She knew what you were lying about earlier. "Well, obviously." You look wide-eyed at her as you realize your aunt might be able to read minds. It really wouldn't be the craziest thing you've seen Jinx do. "Nope. Sad as it is, I don't read minds. It's just that you're too easy to read you dingus. Now c'mere. It's time for a certain rude little brat to get his punishment."

You come to the realization that you are very snatchable as Jinx easily pulls you into her arms. She closes her hands into fists and knuckles you very lightly against your temples. You moan in discomfort as she laughs maniacally. "Now what do you say?"

"Help. A crazy lady is assaulting me?"

"Nope! Wrong answer. Now you get the tickle punishment." Try as you might, Jinx easily gains access to your defenseless stomach and you scream in laughter.

After a good 2 minutes of torturing you, Jinx lets up and opts for a new punishment. "I'll be nice and let up on the tickle punishment. Instead, you'll be my teddy bear for as long as I want."

You huff in annoyance. Jinx takes you into her embrace and leans back into the couch, turning her attention to the TV. Jinx hums playfully as she wraps herself around you and softly tugs at your hair. Every so often, she would play with your cheeks, poking them or if you were unlucky, pinching them.

While Jinx was happily playing with you, you were stiff in her embrace. While you were not yet a male teen in puberty, you have begun to notice girls a lot more. They were no longer the cootie monsters that littered the school ground. Instead, they were human beings that you didn't mind hanging out more with. In fact, there was one in particular that you would happily spend all your time with if you could.

That was not the only thing, however. In the last couple of months, you have begun taking in an appreciation of the female features. Breasts and asses to be specific. And right now, you were very close to breasts. You could feel the soft malleable lumps of flesh pressed up against the back of your head. You try to ignore it, but it only causes you to be more aware of their presence.

Your uncomfortableness slowly coalesces between your legs. In your penis. As you become more and more uncomfortable your penis gets harder and harder. You only get harder as Jinx unknowingly continues rubbing her breasts against you. You push your hands-

"Hey."

You pause. Heart thumping against your chest.

"What are you doing down there?"

You stare up and realize that Jinx is no longer paying attention to the screen, but is instead staring at you with her beautiful pink eyes. Taking advantage of this opportunity, you discreetly continue moving your hands toward the bottom of your shirt and stretch it over your newly discovered hardness. "Nothing. Nothing at all."

Jinx smirks. "Why that's what all guilty people say. I would know." Why would she know, you quietly ask yourself. She instantly looks toward your hands and says, "Now, let's see what you're hiding."

You instantly remove your hands and your shirt is flung away from your pants. What is left, however, is your hard throbbing penis bouncing up and down. Despite its leather material, your pants could not stop your penis from protruding upwards like a menacing pillar.

You hear Jinx pause. She's stopped saying anything and even stopped breathing. Until she bursts out in a fit of laughter. Her laughter is loud and vigorous, showing no signs of stopping.

Your face flushes in shame and embarrassment. You try to hold back tears, but as Jinx continues laughing, so does your shame increase until you can no longer hold them back. You cry. You cry as loud as you can and try to drown out Jinx's laughter.

You cry just as hard inside. It always ended up like this.

After she notices you crying, she stops laughing and wipes a tear from her face. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Stop crying." You only cry harder. "C'mon kiddo. What's wrong?"

"You're laughing at me. My p-penis is hard and everything's weird. And you're just laughing at me. I tried to hide it, but you just had to find out. My penis is going to be weird forever because of you and no one's going to like me because of it." You turn to Jinx and point an accusatory finger at her.

"M-me!? What did I do?"

"You shoved your breasts at me. Rubbing them against my head and all that! Because of you, my penis is going to be hard forever!"

Jinx nearly screams but stops, leaving her mouth wide open in disbelief. If you look carefully, you notice her cheeks are slightly flushed. Sputtering, Jinx manages, "R-rrub-! H-hhar- harrr!" She then starts screeching out in laughter.

"You liar! You weren't sorry. You're still laughing!" You start crying as well.

When Jinx eventually manages to get a hold of herself, she apologizes to you again. "Hey, I'm sorry. I really am this time."

"You're lying!"

"I promise I won't laugh again." You don't answer. "I also know how to fix your .. uhm issue."

Your tears instantly dry up and you ask, "Really? How do I fix it?" You sit on your knees and stare at her earnestly for an answer.

Seeing how seriously you were taking this, Jinx sits upright on the couch. She crosses her legs and puts on a thinking pose. "Let's see. Hmm." Every so often she would giggle to herself.

She spends so much time thinking that you begin to doubt her. That she was only saying she knew how to fix it because she wanted you to stop crying. Thinking about a potential future where people hated you because your penis was weird and would never be fixed, your tears begin welling up again.

"Hey hey hey! Stop it. Why are you crying all over again?"

"Because you might be lying just to stop me from crying!"

"Jeez, you're one needy kid. I was just giving myself a second to think. Now then, the solution." You nod and look at her with anticipation. "Is to leave it alone."

"What?! You're lying!"

"Quit screaming you brat!" She traps you with her legs and playfully grinds her knuckles against your head. She smiles brilliantly and says, "Don't worry. That's only 1 of the many ways to …" Her beautiful pink eyes lower themselves towards your still throbbing penis. " Deal with your issue. Huh? You've been hard for pretty long now haven't you?"

"Hard?"

"Yeah hard. That's what they call it. Now, like I said. One of the ways you can fix it is by leaving it alone. It'll eventually go away by itself."

You look at her dubiously. "Are you sure?"

She sighs and closes her eyes in mock exasperation. "I promise. And if I'm lying, I'll do anything you ask."

"You sure?"

"Absolutely. Cross my heart and hope to die if I break the promise."

"Don't die!"

"Dammit you're annoying. Ok, I'll swallow a thousand needles. How about that?"

"Better. Now you suffer more."

"This little!" She kneaded your head with her knuckles a bit harder. You complain but laugh as she continues her antics. From the corner of your eye, you notice Jinx peeking at your pants. The still hard pole that bulged out from it specifically. Almost as if she was impressed.

Ding Dong!

Jinx was a liar! Jinx had long since left and your penis was still hard, albeit not as much as it had been when Jinx was rubbing her breasts against you. However, it was nowhere back to how it was originally.

Caitlyn and Vi were at the door and you were screaming that your life was done internally.