Date: Wed, 10 Mar 2004 03:35:16 -0500
From: Mark Hobbes <mhobbes@mail.com>
Subject: Seth

This story is a work of fiction. The characters, names, incidents,
dialogue, and plot are the products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely
coincidental.

Modern Tales of Incest II
Seth

	My 11-year-old cousin Seth is a cute kid.  He's got dark,
passionate brown eyes, a strikingly thin set of eyebrows, a button nose,
and a wide smile full of metal.  His dark brown hair is unkempt but always
fashionable.  He doesn't have much to his body frame; although finally
starting to grow a little bit, he's still a runt and a weakling, and he
accepts this role with an admirable sense of humor.  I only get to see him
about three times a year when my family gets together at my grandpa's, and
each time it's a special treat for me.
	As a general family tradition, we always meet at my grandpa's about
every four months.  This typically falls on Easter, the last week of
summer, and then Christmas.  Each time we go up we stay from Friday evening
to Sunday afternoon.  I love seeing my family, but I definitely get enough
of them on the schedule we abide by.  If we did it any more or any less,
things wouldn't be as perfect.
	Even at 20 and moved out, I still made sure to be present at all of
our family get-togethers.  We had a great time, and except for Seth, I was
the youngest person around.  There was just enough Irish blood in our
family to where drinking was expected of us in order to spend quality time
together.  Often we would wrap up our day with a few beers and socializing;
this is a tradition I wasn't introduced to until I was about 16.  I drank
for the first time in the company of my family, and as a result I rarely
abused the opportunities I would have to experience liquor later with
friends.  I'm about the only 20-year-old I know that doesn't really look
forward to his next birthday; I can already drink whenever I want because
my family is okay with it, so what does it matter?
	It was two in the morning on a Saturday.  Or a Friday night,
whichever way you wanted to look at it.  Most of us had just gotten in
around eight, and we'd already celebrated our togetherness with some
alcohol, talked in a large group setting for a few hours, and then gone to
bed.  Tomorrow would be a full day of fun, but I wasn't tired enough to
sleep for it just yet.  Leaving my girlfriend Karen in bed, I got up and
wandered back into the kitchen.  The lights were all out now, save for the
flickering of the television in the living room.  I glanced at the couch to
see who was occupying it, and was pleased to see Seth was having trouble
sleeping, too.
	I nodded at him as I scratched my bare chest, grabbed a beer from
the refrigerator, and sunk down on the couch next to Seth.  We usually
found a way to share at least a few hours of one-on-one time by the end of
the trip; it appeared we'd be getting to that right away this time.  "They
stuck you with the couch again," I observed with a grin as I cracked open
the beer.  I had drank moderately tonight; this would only be my fourth in
about as many hours.
	"Yeah, well, you know," Seth responded, shrugging his bony
shoulders and changing the channel.  "What can I do about it?"  He sipped
from his soda can and looked over at me.  "Another one?" he asked,
indicating my beer.  "You're going to have the biggest gut ever in five
years," he said, reaching over and patting my already sizeable belly.
	I laughed.  "That's okay," I said amicably.  "I never was blessed
with your skeletal build."  He shot me a dirty look.  "You have grown a bit
since the last time," I assured him.  At this, he smiled.
	"So have you," he responded.
	"Shut up," I grunted, taking a swig of my beer.  I'll admit that by
typical standards I was a giant.  I really was still growing, too.  And at
six feet seven and a half inches tall, I didn't really need to be.  My size
coupled with my red hair really helped assist me in my role of being Irish;
not to mention the beer can in my hand.  It was hardly my fault, though.
Every male in my family and extended family was enormous; the smallest of
us was my dad, who measured in at a dwarfish height of six feet three.
Even Seth was likely to be fairly tall when his growing was all done; he
was starting to show it, even though it wasn't too obvious yet.
	"I like your goatee," he said suddenly, pointing out the newly
grown facial hair I was sporting.  "Your hair looks cool buzzed like that,
too.  I think I should get mine short."
	I gave him a surprised look.  "But then you wouldn't be Seth," I
said with a smile.  I playfully grabbed his head and rubbed his unruly
thick hair.  "I wouldn't cut it," I observed.  "It really works for you
like that."
	He smiled at this.  "The girls like it," he agreed.
	"Girls?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.  "What's this about girls?"
I asked, prodding him lightly in the ribs with my index finger.
	He squirmed and giggled at the touch.  "Girls like to run their
hands through my hair," he said proudly.  "They think I'm dead sexy," he
finished in a fit of giggling.
	"Well, you are," I agreed affably, smiling at his choice of words.
I tousled his hair again and squeezed his small frame against me.  "It's
good to see you, buddy," I told him, taking a long drink from my beer and
setting it down on the coffee table.  He nestled against me and held my arm
against him, so I kept it around his shoulder.  We watched the near muted
TV in silence until I noticed him staring at me.
	"You're so much more comfortable than this hard couch," he
observed.  He snuggled against me harder, settling into my lap.  He brought
his hand back and played with my goatee, much to my amusement.  Idly, he
started tinkering with my fingers after that got old, trying to pop the
knuckles in a variety of different ways.  I sat perfectly still and let him
go through with his antics.  We were watching an edited version of an older
war movie on TV, and I think it was fair to say neither of us were too
caught up in it.
	He started getting devilish before long, playing daring little
games with me.  He'd take my hand and set it on his leg.  I would move it
and then he would immediately return it.  We started out at his knee, but
after a few times we had worked up to his inner thigh and crotch area.  As
he was wearing only a pair of boxers and a t-shirt, his dress attire was
far too skimpy for this game to be innocent.
	This time he placed my hand dangerously close to his dick.  I could
tell he was rock hard, but I pretended not to notice.  As I pulled it away,
I made certain to tickle the skin of his thighs on the way back down to his
knee.  He squirmed and pressed his little butt into my hardening penis.  We
were no strangers to this game.
	He picked up my hand again, and I knew full well where it was going
to end up when he let it go.  First, he brought it to his mouth and kissed
it.  He tilted his cute head up towards me, and I leaned down and softly
kissed his lips.  He dropped my hand directly on his crotch, and I started
fondling his dick through his boxers.  I massaged it expertly, squeezing
the shaft and pressing on all the right spots, running my other hand down
his left leg and petting him as if he were a cat.
	The foreplay was about to end.  With an almost guttural growl, he
pushed me on my back and climbed on top of me, parting my lips and forcing
his tongue inside my mouth.  I returned his passionate kisses and slid his
boxers down, revealing his adorable butt and slim waist.  He crawled into
my arms and loudly sucked my lips and tongue.  It was funny; for someone so
much smaller than me, he sure was good at being the forceful one.
	He was becoming quite a kisser.  We had worked at it over the
years, and now he was certainly my equal.  As our lips smacked against each
other and fought off the other's tongue, I hastily got his shirt over his
head and began kneading his chest, as if he had breasts.  My thumbs easily
covered the circumference of his tiny nipples, and I rubbed each of them in
a tantalizing circular motion, basing his pleasure on how hard he was
kissing me and how loudly he was moaning.
	Abruptly, he pulled his mouth away and reversed his position on top
of me, jabbing me in the face with his rigid little member.  It was a
beauty: completely hairless, circumcised, and at nearly four inches, a very
sizeable length for a boy of his age.  I gladly accepted its entirety in my
mouth, and he shuddered as my lips enclosed around his shaft.  I had it
crammed in my mouth so far that his balls were nestled up against my nose.
	Seth was working at getting my boxers down as I feasted on his
cock.  He was humping my face hard, and I knew he would be done in about a
minute at most.  He finally got to my dick, and wrapped a hand around the
shaft, lightly tonguing the head with snake-like licks.  He knew he didn't
stand a chance at getting the whole thing in his mouth, so he started
pumping on it with his hand to catch up.  To his credit, he did make it a
hot experience.  He smashed his face into it, licking the entire length of
the shaft up and down as if were an oddly shaped lollypop.  He worked so
fast and so efficiently that he almost caught up to me, but I felt his body
tremble and his hard thrusts into my mouth subside well before the slow
build-up in my own body began to overpower me.
	I let his cock fall from my mouth and focused my efforts on his
ass.  He arched his body just a bit to allow better access when he realized
my intentions, and I spread his cheeks with my hands and inserted my tongue
forcefully into his hole.  This area was nothing more than a vagina on a
boy to me; I lapped at his prostate as if it were a clitoris, massaging his
cheeks all the while.  He was groaning from the pleasure by the time he
gave me one last pump with his hand, and swallowed as much of my dick as he
could.
	He knew what was coming, and I didn't disappoint him, spraying a
continuous load of semen into his mouth, and when he couldn't take in
anymore, all over his cheeks and chin.  He mopped it up with his t-shirt,
licked his lips to clean off the rest, and then settled back on me, licking
my lips teasingly.
	I was still hungry for him, so I lifted him off me and placed him
on his back at the other end of the couch.  He gave a mock yelp as I
transported him, but was soon purring with delight as I sucked passionately
on his Adam's apple.  My hands explored his body; his hands desperately
flailed all over mine.  He rubbed my head, my back, anything he could
reach.  I took advantage of his outstretched arms by relocating my mouth
into his left armpit.  I loved his taste there, and I gently nibbled the
skin in between thorough licks.  I sucked his nipples next, distributing my
mouth evenly between both of them, and then kissed down his stomach, paying
a little extra attention to his lovely belly button.
	I had already had my fill of his private parts for the time, so
with only a fond couple of kisses, I passed over his once again erect penis
and licked his smallish scrotum, relishing its boyish fragrance.  I kissed
his baby smooth thighs, his knobby knees, left wet trails down his shins,
and then tickled his feet with my tongue.  They smelled slightly dirty from
a day full of being trapped inside of his horribly smelly shoes, but that
only aided my arousal.  Satisfied, I pulled him back on top of me and
petted his hair, tasting his salty lips and sampling his tongue.  He kissed
me back, but with no burning passion this time.  I had tasted his entire
body now, and I was ready to get back to bed before Karen woke up and
realized I'd gotten laid elsewhere.
	With some difficulty, I removed Seth's arms from me and covered him
on the couch with the blanket left for him.  "See you tomorrow," I
whispered to him, remembering my unfinished beer and finishing it quickly
before stepping back into my boxers and returning to my room.

Thanks for reading.  Send any comments to:  mhobbes@mail.com
Check out Modern Tales of Incest I and III:
I -- Bedtime (Bisexual Incest)
III -- Vacation (Gay Incest)


Copyright 2004 Mark Hobbes