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By Chris Carr

 Copyright © 10/23/2013

Part II

The door opening at a painstakingly slow pace, I peered at it, my heart in my throat. Finally opening just enough for a head to peek through, I saw it was Richard. Immediately feigning sleep, I closed my eyes, praying he hadn’t seen me.  

The covers pulled nearly over my head, I lay on my side, waiting. My ears straining, I heard him slowly approaching. Opening my eyes to a slit, I tried to see what he was doing. Oh God, he’s still naked!!  

Shutting my eyes, I lay still as a mouse, the temperature suddenly rising beneath the covers. Wishing I could be somewhere else, I almost passed out.

“Unc,” Rich whispered. Oh God, just kill me now!

“Unc, you sleep?”

He was right in front of me, so close I could smell his faint, boy odor.

“Unc, I’m sorry,” Rich said. “Unc?  

This was killing me. I hated hearing him so sad. It wasn’t his fault. I wanted to open my eyes and tell him this but I was too scared out my wits to reply.

“You gonna tell?”

Another awkward silence passed, my thoughts racing as I listened to him breathe. Still wrestling with the fact he was naked, I couldn’t even consider why he hadn’t put anything on for wondering what I was missing with my eyes closed. Damn, Rich was fucking adorable! His slight, swimmer’s build made more attractive by his smooth, chocolate brown complexion, all I wanted was to open my eyes and…

“Unc, don’t be mad.”  

Oh good Lord, this was ridiculous. And here I was, worried he’d tell on me.

“We thought you’d be cool,” He continued, ignoring my fake sleeping. “Cuz… you know.”  

What the hell did that mean? My two nephews knew I’d been watching? The idea they’d known and was actually performing for me too much to bear, I almost shuddered.

”Unc… if you mad, just nod your head.”

He waited, his face right at mine. “Ok, if you not, then don’t do anything.” Well that was easy enough. Laying still as possible, I waited, hoping my message was clear. Surely he’d understand…  

His hand was worming under the covers! “If you not mad, don’t do anything,” He repeated, then I felt his hand searching for my dick! Scared shitless, I lay frozen, his hand moving around until, like a mongoose hunting down a snake, it wrapped around my rapidly hardening length.  

When he squeezed it I jumped. I couldn’t help it. My nephew was holding my dick! My eyes still closed, I let out a tiny whimper when his hand stroked slowly up and over my pulsing head.  

His hand talented, Rich slowly stroked me, his face right at mine. Trembling, I felt helpless. This boy was manipulating me in ways I’d never imagined and, to my great chagrin, I was liking it!  

Up and down his warm, soft hand stroked, edging me closer and closer to a rapid release. Just when I was certain he’d make me blow he whispered, “Move over Unc.”  

My whole life teetering in the balance, I debated sending him back to his room. My God, Wade and Alice’s room was just down the hall! And this was my NEPHEW!  

Rich didn’t leave me to debate my decision long. Pushing at me, he urged me over until I relented. Like a fool, I still didn’t open my eyes. Sliding over just enough, I felt him crawl under the covers.  

His warm body intoxicating, I fought the urge to hug him close. Like he’d read my mine, Rich snuggled close to me, his hand darting between my legs again. I trembled like a school girl, my dick shooting straight up.

“I’m glad you’re not mad, Unc,” Rich said, his face right at mine again. Then he kissed me gently on the lips.

My head spinning, I slowly opened my eyes. Rich smiled at me, pecking me on the lips again.

“You like it?” He said, motioning beneath the covers. I couldn’t lie, it was truly incredible. Nodding, I closed my eyes and hissed when he slipped his hand around the sensitive head of my dick.  

Staring into my eyes, Rich smiled, then he kissed me again. Enraptured, I kissed him back, that is, until his lips opened. His actions taking things to another level, I hesitated to follow.  

His eyes closed, Rich reached around me, entwining his body with mine, his legs wrapping around mine as his dick pushed against my equally hard manhood. Pulled into his actions, I opened my mouth and our tongues touched.  

I was kissing my nephew! This kind of shit didn’t even happen in the porno stories I read online! Our mouths opened, our tongues danced as we traded passionate embraces. He was wrapped so tight against me, I worried my dick would shoot. Juices leaked between us, lubricating our gyrating tools. This was going to be over before it started.  

Pulling away, Rich smiled at me again. “You like it?” I nodded, blushing like a silly kid. He beamed, snuggling close. “How come you didn’t do anything?” He asked, gazing into my eyes.

“Huh?” I said, confused.  

Speechless, I stared at him, my heart pounding again. “I thought it was cuz you didn’t like me.”

“No, nothing like that baby,” I whispered, stroking his hair.

“But why then?”

“Because… you’re my nephew,” I explained.

“But I saw you looking.”

“You…did?” This was awkward.

“Why you think I came down with just my shorts on anyway?” Searching the memory banks, an image of his scantily clad form popped into my mind.

“You mean….?”  

A sinister smile creeping across his luscious lips, he nodded. “And that time at the park?” He added, my mind immediately conjuring up the memory of him changing in front of me in the men’s bathroom, just before we went swimming at the beach.

I couldn’t believe it. My little nephew had been courting me all this time?

“I had no idea,” I qualified, not wanting to bruise his ego.

“Really Unc? Cuz I been wanting to for a long time.”  

Flummoxed, I lay silent, our warm bodies thrilling me like no other man ever had. If I’d only known, and how much had I missed? How long had he been “wanting to”?  

Throwing the covers back, Rich broke my thoughts, his eyes passing over my exposed form. He glanced back up at me, his smile all the approval I needed, then he was on top of me. His warm nakedness making my head swim, I lay still as he hugged me. Between us, his hard dick twitched and writhed, his heartbeat steady on my naked chest.  

Enraptured, I lay beneath him, a slight whimper escaping me when he started to gyrate his hips. Where had he learned all of these things? His hips rising and falling, his breathing became labored, tiny gasps escaping him as he humped.  

Paying my detachment no attention, he continued gyrating, his hardness grinding against mine, juices leaking out with every thrust. After some time, he raised up, staring at me with some confusion.

“You don’t like it?”  

How could I explain to him it wasn’t him? That it wasn’t his sultry warm body, or his dashing good looks but my sister?!! All I kept thinking about was what if????

“Your…. Mom,” Was all I could whisper.  

Laying beside me, Rich nodded, seemingly understanding. “But you liked it?”

“Of course,” I answered, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. When I opened my mouth to further explain he placed his finger on my lips,

“It’s cool Unc,” He said. “I got it.”

Bounding out the bed, he dashed for the door, his svelte form sending thrills through me as it moved. Pausing at the door he looked back at me, throwing me another smile, then left.  

I left the next morning, somewhat dazed over the past days events. What all of it meant, I wasn’t sure but decided the safest thing would be distance.  

Weeks passed and I somehow managed to quit obsessing over what had happened, instead settling for distraction. Busying myself with my work, I worked late, coming home and crashing. Then I got Rich’s email.

To: My fav Unc,

Wassup Unc? Been missing you up here. Mom and Wade are having a Bar-B-Q this weekend and I wanted my fav Unc to come. So don’t say no, ok?

Cya there!

I thought it odd Alice hadn’t called me about the Bar-B-Q but I couldn’t say no to Rich so I confirmed my attendance in a return email.  

That weekend I drove out to the burbs, the heat increasing the further I got from the city. It was going to be a scorcher.  

Pulling in Alice and Wade’s driveway, I was surprised it wasn’t crowded with cars. Normally their events brought everyone out. Figuring I was just early, I walked to the door, a bottle of wine in hand. They hadn’t asked for it but I knew Wade appreciated it when I brought liquor.  

Ringing the doorbell, again I took note how quiet the place seemed. When no one answered, I knocked, wondering what all the strangeness was about.  

The door swung open, the stark emptiness of the foyer giving me pause. “Hello?” I said, stepping inside.

“Up here Unc!” Rich called from upstairs.  

My head cocked to the side, I looked around. Not a soul was in sight. Not my sister, who usually met me at the door with a big kiss, nor Wade or Tristan. What the hell?  

Climbing the stairs I called out, “Rich?”  

My heartbeat increasing, I started to get a bad feeling. Walking slowly down the hallway towards Richard’s room, I called out again. Stopping at Wade and Alice’s room, I glanced in, hoping I’d find at least one of them.  

The room empty, I proceeded, calling for Rich again. Fearing the worst, I stopped at his room, my heart pounding. He couldn’t have…

Peering around the door, all of my worst fears were suddenly realized. Laying butt naked on the bed, Rich smiled at me, his dick hard as a fence post. “Oh shit,” I gasped, stepping back into the hall.  

I was heading for the stairs when I heard Rich behind me. “Wait Unc,” He called, swiftly apprehending me. His warm hands on my shoulders he held me at the top of the stairs.

“Don’t leave,” He pleaded.  

Turning to face him I snapped, “Where’s your mom? Where’s Wade? Where’s EVERYBODY?”

“Unc, unc, unc,” Rich soothed, holding my shoulders. “I’m sorry. It’s the only way I knew to get you out here.”  

Reeling, I steadied myself on the banister. This boy was unbelievable. Shaking my head, I gripped the bottle of wine so hard I almost cracked the glass.

“Unc,” Rich said, slipping the bottle out my hand. “Don’t be mad. Ok?”

Plopping down on the top stair, I stared at Alice ’s empty house. How could I have been so stupid?

“Where’s your mom,” I repeated, trying to control my mounting irritation.

“They gone,” Rich said, sitting beside me.

“Where?”

“Tahoe.”

“And Tristan?”

“He with his mom.”

Glancing at him, I couldn’t avoid his nakedness. “Boy, put something on,” I said. Jumping up, he disappeared into his room. Returning seconds later, he was tying a skimpy bath towel around his smooth nakedness.  

Averting my eyes, I waited until he rejoined me on the stairs. My head spinning I didn’t know whether to be enraged or laugh. He’d certainly put one over on me. Looking at him, I shook my head.

“What?” He said, observing me confused.

“You did all this?”

“Y…yeah,” He nodded, a lopsided smile on his face.  

I shook my head again, flattered he’d went to such lengths.

“You mad?”

“No boy. Just…. shocked.” That half smile turning into a full beam, he leaned against me.

“Told you ‘I got it’” He reiterated.

“I didn’t know you meant this” I protested, gesturing at his scantily clad form.

“But I thought you wanted to,” He countered.  

Taking his face in my hand I explained, “Rich, you’re very cute and of course it felt good but… you’re my nephew!”

Grabbing the banister again, I was still unsteady. Jeez! Why was I being so stupid? This boy clearly wanted to be with me, going to extreme measures to get us together alone. Still, if Alice ever found out…  

I shook my head again and Richard smiled. “Wanna open that wine?”

“What the hell?” I said, allowing a reluctant smile.

Running downstairs Richard returned with two glasses. Pulling me behind him, he led me back to his room. Plopping down on the bed, his towel flew up, flashing me with his semi-flaccid boyhood.  

I sat next to him, my head dizzy. God! Rich was so fucking cute. His beautiful brown eyes were so alluring, I couldn’t bare looking at him. Instead gazing at the floor as he poured the wine, I caught glimpses of his seductive, bare feet. The same feet I’d took note of that first night.  

Rich handed me a glass and I sipped the warm, buttery flavor of the Chardonnay I’d brought. Too bad Wade wasn’t going to enjoy it, I knew this was one of his favorites. Gulping his glass, Rich gazed at me like a forlorn, star-crossed lover. I don’t think I even grasped how sprung he was on me.  

“Tell me something,” I started. “Why me?”

“Cuz…” He looked down at his feet, his words failing him.

“I mean…. you got Tristan. He’s cute enough to marry!” I chuckled.

“But he not you.” I could tell he was dead serious.  

We sipped a little more and Rich refreshed our glasses. Glancing periodically at his gorgeous face, I felt my heart soar. He kept smiling, every time I’d glance, those cute brown eyes crinkling at the corners of his jovial face.

“How’d all this start?”

“All what?”

“You and Tristan.” Blushing, he sipped a little more wine. His face reddening, he looked away for the first time. Hunching his shoulders, he swung his feet, the towel slowly opening with each swing.

“It just….happened.” He finally said, staring at his swinging feet.

“Did you know you were like that all the time?” He squirmed, clearly uncomfortable with the subject.

“Sorta.”  

Pouring himself a little more, I became concerned. Had he been drinking for some time too? And if he hadn’t shouldn’t he be careful?

“I mean, it was like…. Something….” Swinging his feet even harder, he crossed his arms and squirmed even more. “Something I kinda knew.”

“But your girlfriend?”

“Yeah. That’s for real.”

“You ever…?”

“Oh fo’ sho,” He beamed. “I ain’t had no problem fuckin….” Slamming his hand over his mouth he glanced at me. “Sorry Unc.”

“It’s cool when we’re having this kind of conversation,” I dismissed. “You were saying?”

“Oh yeah. I ain’t never had no problem fuckin girls,” He said, still wincing when he said the “f” word.

“Then…how did you know?”

“Cuz. You know….like in gym? When we was changing? I was looking but my buddies weren’t.” I nodded, totally understanding.

“And then me and a few of my peeps would….” He made up and down movements with his hand, the meaning clear.

“But then they started saying that was faggot and they stopped. But I was still wanting to.” He stared at the wall, his feet swinging a lot less now.

“Then mom’s started goin with Wade and I met Tristan and….well…you know.”

“Who started it?” I asked. A smirk on his face, Rich pointed at himself. My eyebrows raised and my mouth fell open. Rich grinned, his eyes averting.

“What?”

“I guess I’m just shocked,” I said.

“Why?”

“Cuz. I really didn’t think you were…. You didn’t look….Ah hell, nobody looks like the type anymore,” I conceded.

“What? I don’t look like I like guys?”

“Yeah.”

“Cuz I ain’t all ‘Girl this’ and ‘Honeychile’?” His little gestures rather surprising, it dawned on me I knew less about my nephew than I’d thought.

We laughed, Rich’s impersonation of the common Queen oddly on point. Encouraged, he jumped up, sashaying around the room, the towel hanging on his swinging hips. Snapping his fingers and popping his neck, he paraded around better than any Drag Queen.  

Laughing uncontrollably, I shook my head as he continued switching, his lips smacking on make believe gum. He swung his hips again and his towel fell. Stopping dead in his tracks, he looked down at his sudden nakedness. My hand over my mouth, I was speechless. For the third time in my life, I was looking at my nephew’s unbelievably attractive body.  

We stared at each other for a second then Rich burst out laughing again. Pretending shame, he placed his hands in front of his exposed privates. Moving them to cover his bare nipples, he then moved them back to his privates, guffawing as he parodied a woman trying to cover herself.  

This boy is a crackup, I chuckled, watching him clown. Rich laughed so hard, he stumbled toward the bed. I stared at his approaching form, my dick raring up against my shorts then, he fell on top of me.  

Though we were still laughing, I couldn’t escape the gravity of our present situation. Once again, my drop dead gorgeous nephew was on top of me.  

Our laughs diminishing, soon, we were left with just our excited breathing. Alice ’s big house quieter than I’ve ever heard, I could practically hear Rich’s heartbeat. Thumping against my chest, it wasn’t the only thing beating a beat against me. His randy, boy dick once again hard, it thumped in unison with his pounding heart.  

Raising up, he stared into my eyes and before I could protest, he was kissing me again. His dick swelling between us, mine grew to full mast too. Rich slung his arms around me, his full weight on top of me now as we kissed. Our mouths joined, his tongue was in my mouth. I sucked on it, his young mouth sweet.  

His tongue retracted and mine snaked into his warm mouth. He sucked on it eagerly, his dick swelling again and then, of their own volition, my hands raised to caress his smooth back.  

There was no avoiding it, if I’d tried dreaming up the perfect body, Richs’ would’ve still beat the fantasy. His skin smooth, it was warm to the touch, muscles rippling beneath the skin as he repositioned to kiss me deeper.  

His dick oozing between us, it seemed to swell with each new sensation. My hands playing down his back, I couldn’t resist the temptation to caress his smooth, boy cheeks. His dick throbbed so, I thought he was about to cum.  

Rich kissed more fervently, writhing on me like an excited puppy. Our tongues dancing between us as my hands passed over his round bottom. Rising slightly, his twin globes spilled over my reach, his smooth bottom round and plump.  

Whimpering softly when my hands deigned to part them, ever so slightly, he suddenly broke our kiss and rolled off me. Concerned, I looked at him. Wiping his mouth, he smiled.

“Was gettin’ close Unc,” He gushed, gripping his brick hard dick.  

For the first time, I allowed myself to really look at it too. Damn, Rich’s dick was just as hot as his ass. The swollen head sitting atop a long, hard stalk, it was totally delicious.  

I glanced at him and he smiled, smitten. “Take them off, Unc,” He insisted, gesturing at my clothes. Looking at my casual shirt and shorts, it dawned on me I still had the clothes I’d worn to Alice ’s “Bar B Que”. The realization giving me pause, I looked over at Rich. What the hell was I doing?  

Like the excited teen he was, Rich started unbuttoning my shirt for me. I watched, his hands trembling as he popped open the last button. Throwing my shirt back, he jumped on top of me again, his head suddenly buried in the crook of my shoulder.  

His excited breath hot against my neck, I felt his hardness dance between us again. Nuzzling my ear, Rich exhaled loudly, his pelvis grinding against mine. His excited breaths soon turning to pants, he humped me, his grinds somewhat clumsy. Figuring he’d blow any minute, I wasn’t surprised when he rolled off me again, the head of his dick gripped tightly once more.

“You need to slow down,” I counseled.

“Can’t help it,” He gushed, raising up to kiss me again.  

When the kiss finally broke, I petitioned, “How many times you get off a day?”

He hunched his shoulders. “I dunno? Probably, three…four?”

“Every day??”

He nodded sheepishly, releasing his dick. Wiping his pre-cum on the bed, he looked back at me. “But sometimes I do more.” Glancing away, he quietly added, “When me and Tristan be…. you know.” He made the up and down motion with his hands again.  

God, to be young again! I remembered those times. Jacking off all over the house when moms would go to work. I was probably just as bad.

“Ok, tell you what.” Standing, I removed the rest of my clothes. “Let’s slow you down a little.”  

Rich cocked his head to the side, his boy dick a fence post between his legs. I crawled up between them and he raised his head, a curious look on his face. Seizing his throbbing hardness in my hand, I gently stroked it, spreading his excited juices around the swollen head.  

Hissing, his toes curled and he squeezed his eyes shut. I continued stroking him, his orgasm mounting quickly. Then I pulled his long post into my mouth and his hips literally bucked.

“Shit!” He hissed, his eyes popping open. “Sorry Unc,” He muttered, his hips gyrating.  

Swallowing as much as I could, I felt his helmet-like head lodge in my throat. Gazing up at his astonished eyes, I worked the head of his dick with my throat muscles. He writhed, hissing and cussing, his legs spreading as I sucked.  

It didn’t take long, as I expected, and in a matter of minutes, he was tossing and squirming, his body contorting as he wailed. Warm, urgent spurts pelted my mouth, the force almost causing me to choke.  

His hips rising with each gush, he moaned and wailed until they finally grew weak, then stopped. Collapsing on the bed, his smooth chest rapidly rose and fell. He panted like that for a while then grew quiet. So quiet, I thought maybe he’d gone to sleep.  

But his dick barely went down. I let it plop from my mouth and it throbbed above his stomach, glistening with my saliva. Laying my head on his groin, I listened to him breathe, certain he was sleep now.  

Slowly, he raised his head and I looked up. “What’d ya do that for?” He accused.

“To slow you down,” I smiled.

“Well damn, you can slow me down ANY time,” He beamed.  

Sitting up, he looked down at my body, then back at my face. “YOUR turn!” He enthused.  

In a flash he was between my legs, turning me onto my back. Like his a few minutes before, my dick throbbed anxiously hard. He gazed at it appreciatively then swooped, slamming his eager mouth atop my hardness.  

I shook, his mouth sweeter than any I’d felt. His technique clumsy, he nicked it a couple of times with his teeth but he more than made up for it with his ardent enthusiasm. Bobbing up and down like a piston, he suctioned his mouth up and down my swollen length, his eyes peering up to watch my reactions.  

While it was exciting, watching my eager nephew swing on my dick, I lacked the urgency to release he had and soon, his efforts slowed. Obviously not skilled in bringing a man off, his strokes became slower and the occasional nicks more frequent.  

This wasn’t going to work, despite how hot it looked. Raising up, I pulled at him till he caught the hint. His face expressing confusion, I hoped he wasn’t offended at my interrupting his enthusiastic efforts.  

Pulling him atop me, I nuzzled his neck, reveling in the sweet mixture of soap and boy sweat. I was about to move up to his ear but he mistook it as a move to kiss and latched onto my lips with his.  

Aware I was kissing my hot nephew again, a tiny whimper escaped me as we locked lips. His tongue was hot, flickering anxiously about my mouth. When I ran my hands down his back, he let out a moan, doubling his efforts in excitement. This boy was on fire!  

His slender hips rising and falling, his randy boy tool ground into my groin. Moving my hands further down, I cupped his saucy hips. Whimpering piteously, Rich swung his round bottom toward my massaging hands. Rocking his hips up and down, he moaned loudly when I traced a finger down his slightly parted valley.  

Mashing his mouth against mine, his eyes squeezed shut and his body went rigid when I found his tight hole. My finger expertly diddling his button, he grabbed my head with both hands, holding on for dear life as warm spurts shot between us. His head twisting from side to side, he kissed me deeply, moaning and hissing as his body shook.  

I’d barely got my fingertip into his tight hole when he started spurting. Taking advantage of his excited state, I pushed further but before I could get in to the first knuckle, he collapsed, rolling off of me.  

A heavenly look on his face, he looked like he could use a cigarette. Panting beside me, his midsection, and mine, were covered with his copious issue. Damn, how much cum did this boy have?  

“Seems… that really got you goin,” I commented. He nodded, his eyes still closed. Curious, I inquired, “So… what was the best part?”

Cracking one eye open, he smirked. “You know,” He demurred.

“This?” I said, running my finger between his legs.  

He let out a loud hiss, his body rigid again. “Or this?” I taunted, diddling his hole again.

“Unc!” He shot, sitting up.

“What? You don’t like it?”

“No…. it’s just…” He looked down at my hand, still between his legs. “I ain’t never been… you know.”

“Oh,” I said, comprehending. “Well, if that’s too…”
”But I want you to,” He blurted….

To Be Continued....

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