Date: Mon, 17 Mar 2003 02:05:40 -0500 From: Mike S. Subject: Eron's Visit Disclaimer - This is a completely FICTIONAL story involving, or possibly involving, consensual m2m sex between an adult and a minor. If this subject offends you or is illegal for you to view, then hit your back button now. Actually, if this offends you, you shouldn't be in this section at all. Now, just because I'm writing this, that does not mean that I condone or endorse this behavior, it's just something that my twisted mind came up with to pass the time. If you have something nice to say about my story, feel free to email me (joidvivr@ntelos.net). It's always nice to have your ego stroked (get your mind out of the gutter! I said EGO!). Keep in mind that *all* flames will be ignored (after I get a good laugh out of them, of course!) Now, on to the story! "Hello?" Great. Here it is Saturday morning, and I was planning on sleeping in. Until the phone woke me up, that is. "Hey, sweetie. Did I wake you?" It was my sister, Sarah. "Yeah, but that's okay. What's up?" "I was wondering if you could do me a favor?" "I don't know. Depends on what it is." "Well, remember how I won that two-week cruise on the radio a couple months ago?" "Yeah?" "Well, remember how Mrs. Johnson down the street said that she'd watch Eron while I was away?" "Yeah?" Ugh, why didn't I let the answering machine pick up? "Well, he sister's sick and she has to go out of town to take care of her..." "So, you want me to watch Eron while you're gone? Is that what you're not asking?" "Yeah...Just remember, I love you little brother." "Of course you do. You need me to do you a favor. When exactly are you leaving?" "I'm leaving for the airport tomorrow night. I know it's short notice, but I can't find anyone else to watch him. Maybe if his father were around, he could do it, but you know how hard it is for a single mom." Here she goes, laying on the guilt. It's our mother, all over again. "Ugh. I guess. Drop him by on your way to the airport?" "Thanks! I owe you!" "Yeah, you do." Before I get much further, let me give you a little bit of background. My name's David, and I'm 24. I live by myself in a one-bedroom apartment, ever since my boyfriend, Jack, and I broke up. I'm 6'1" with brown hair & blue eyes. I'm pretty fit. Basically, I'm pretty average. Sarah is my older sister. My, much older sister at 35. She was an accident, I'm sure. When she was 19, she met this loser named Jason & got knocked up. As soon as he found out, he booked & left her to raise their son, Eron, all by herself. But, being the loving brother that I am, I've always been there to help out. I hang out with Eron, to make sure that he has that "positive male influence" that's so necessary for his development. We'll go to baseball games & just hang out doing "manly" things. Yeah, right. Lol! So, here I am, expected to watch a fifteen-year-old for two weeks. Make sure he gets his homework done, that he gets to bed on time & gets up in time for school, all that jazz. I am *not* ready for this parenting business. "Hey, Unca Dave!" One good thing about family, they don't feel the need to knock. They just barge on it, ready or not. "Hey, squirt! What's all this? You're only going to be here for two weeks!" I looked by the door and saw four bags on the floor, each weight at least as much as him. "C'mon! Help me get the rest of my stuff in. Mom's in a hurry." "More? What, are you moving in here permanently?" "Huh? I've just got my video games & stuff. C'mon!" As I walked outside, I saw Sarah struggling with a bag bulging to the brim with schtuff. "Move out of the way, woman. Let a man do it," I said pushing her out of the way. "Good god, boy! What do you have in here? Cinder blocks?" God, this bag weighed a ton! "Hey, sweetie, nice to see you, too. Thanks again for helping out on such short notice. Here's some money to pay for food. If you're not careful, he'll eat you out of house & home." She stuffed a wad of money in my shorts pocket before I could object. "Sorry that I can't stay, but I'm running late. Love ya!" And then she was off. "Okay, squirt," I said, once I got back in the house. "You can store your stuff in my room for now. Let's go. We'll go see a movie & then get some pizza. How's that sound?" "What movie?" "I don't care. You pick." "All right! Let's go!" Three hours later, we were back at my apartment, getting ready to settle in for the night. After all, Eron had school in the morning, and I had work. "Okay, the couch is all yours. It folds out into a bed. It's not the most comfortable bed, but it's better than nothing. What time do you have to be at school in the morning?" "Classes don't start until 8:20, but I usually get there around 8 to hang out with my friends." "Okay, I'll wake you up when I get out of the shower. See you in the morning." Twenty minutes later, I was sound asleep in my bed. The next thing I knew, there was a quiet knock on my door, which I kept open in case Eron needed something in the night. "What's wrong?" I looked over at the clock to see what time it was. God, two in the morning! Doesn't this boy realize that I need sleep?!?! "Unca Dave? Sorry to wake you, but I can't sleep on that bed. There's a bar in my back that's keeping me awake. Can I sleep in here with you?" Shit, it's two in the morning. It's too early for this shit. "Yeah, come on in. Just don't hog the covers and stay on your side." I was sleeping in the nude, like usual, but I was too tired to do anything about it. I think I was back to sleep before he even got into the bed. A couple minutes later, I feel Eron snuggle up behind me and an arm drape across my chest. I don't think anything of it and try to go back to sleep. Before I fall back into oblivion, I feel his hand move on my chest. I don't know, but it felt like he was trying to be smooth about it and not wake me up. I decide to pretend to be still asleep and see where this goes. A couple minutes go by, and then the hand moves again. It's slowly creeping down my chest to my stomach, then further down. Surely, he can't be trying to feel me up. He's not gay. Is he? I never thought about it before. I mean, not only is he my nephew, but he's only fifteen! But, on the other hand, it was strangely exciting. I know that I was getting increasingly aroused, no matter how hard I tried not to. Before I knew it, his hand was all the way down, exploring my most private parts. I have to admit, his hand softly touching my groin felt great. But, I knew that I had to put a stop to it. I mean, this just isn't something that's supposed to happen between a boy and his uncle. But, I couldn't bring myself to stop him. When he found out how aroused I was, he started to gently stroke me. Oh, my god! He's jacking me off in what he thinks is my sleep! I need to stop this before it gets too far. But, again, I couldn't stop myself. I closed my eyes and tried to control my breathing, so he wouldn't know that I'm awake. I didn't want to spoil this moment. Before I knew it, he was taking me to the brink. I knew that I had to stop him, but GOD it felt good. "Mmmm," I moaned without realizing it. All of a sudden, his hand froze in place, wrapped around my dick. "Don't stop, I'm almost there," I said in a bare whisper. He still didn't move. I rolled over onto my back and pulled back the covers. "Don't stop, Eron. That felt good. Keep going, I was almost there," I pleaded to him, looking straight into his eyes. "You sure?" I just nodded. He hesitatingly grabbed me again in his soft hand and started stroking me. "Mmm...That's nice. Keep it up," I said. Without realizing it, I reached over and pulled the covers down off him, and looked at his body. His rather large (for his age) manhood, or should I say boyhood, was sticking straight up, dancing to the beat of his heart. I couldn't resist myself. I reached over and took hold of it and started stroking it, matching his rhythm. "Oh, God, Unca Dave!" Eron moaned. Chalk it up to his youth. Chalk it up to his excitement, but I wasn't sure he was going to last any longer than I was. And I was about ready to cum. All of a sudden, I felt his dick starting to get even harder, and then he started to shoot. And shoot he did. He shot endless spurts all over his body, from his face down. I couldn't hold on any longer. I shot all over myself. In my face, in my hair. I hadn't shot that hard in years. God, this kid was good. And this kid was hot. Too fucking hot. We both just lay back in bed, completely spent. Without saying a word, we both reached over to the floor on our respective sides of the bed and grabbed our shorts to wipe up our mess. Not knowing what to say, we just pulled the covers back up & rolled over, each to our own side of the bed, and went to sleep. God, I have to figure something out in the morning. I mean, this can't happen again. I guess I have to talk to him about it, but what am I gonna say? 'Thanks for the handjob?' What if his mom finds out? God, I'm screwed. The end of this chapter. Trust me, there's more stored up in my mind, waiting to be put onto paper (figurativley, of course). Just give me time to get it out. If you liked it so far, and want to hear more, email me back (joidvivr@ntelos.net) and let me know.