Date: Sat, 4 Apr 2015 19:14:36 -0500 From: Chris Jordan Subject: Breaking Social Norms Chapter 2 Breaking Social Norms-Chapter 2 DISCLAIMER: This is a mostly fictional story about a young uncle and his even younger nephew. If this does not interest you, then leave. You should not read this if it's illegal where you are at, so don't do it. Hey, donate to Nifty. They work hard to bring you pleasure, and the least you can do is tip. This chapter is a little slow at first, but I'm saving all the good stuff for the next one. Please give me any negative or positive feedback at aniftynamehere@gmail.com Fear is an odd thing. The more you face it, the less that it terrifies you. Cole was finding this out while he wiped the excess cum off the sweet angelic face of his nephew. "Suck my dickie again. Now," ordered Matt. Not so angel like after all. "Not now bud, they could be back any minute now," Cole replied in a hesitated way. He would have loved nothing more to suck on his nephew's dick all day, but his brother and his wife would not take kindly to that scene. However, the little three inch dick Matt was sporting looked so enticing... Thankfully, having just cummed into his nephew's mouth seconds ago, his hormones couldn't rule his reasoning this time. Besides, he hadn't realized how late it had gotten, and the fish couldn't be biting this close to noon. "Pleassssssse..." whined the golden hair, blue eyed boy. "Matt, I'll make you a deal. If you're really good today, then I'll see if I can take you night fishing with me tonight by the old pier. I'll suck your `dickie' again there. Deal?" Cole said while throwing on his basketball shorts. He would still go shirtless; wearing as minimal clothing as possible was his norm. "Pinky swear?" His little pinky poked out of the air. Both our pinkies twined in the eternal symbol of trust. "Pinky swear, but you have to be good, and this is the most important thing: you can't tell anyone about this ever. Nobody. If your parents found out, then we would both be in a shit load of trouble. You would never get to see your uncle again, and we couldn't play around anymore. Pinky swear on that?" While Cole wasn't quite as scared anymore of the ramifications of his actions (it was said and done, why dwell on it?), but he needed to make sure his nephew knew how much trouble they could get in. "Okay Uncle. I can keep a secret. I don't wanna not see you anymore...I don't even tell my friends what Daddy and Mommy do when they think I'm sleeping," Matt giggled. Again, Matt's pale finger was intertwined with Cole's darker one. Cole wasn't surprised to hear that his nephew had been spying on his Daddy's sex life. They lived in a ramshackle trailer that was at least twenty years old, with a rotting frame due to the humidity. A rowdy dog had torn a good size hole in the bathroom wall one evening while being locked up for the night. Thankfully, the hole was adjacent to the master bedroom, and Cole's brother had yet to patch it up. Peeping through the hole and seeing his father pound away at his mother probably gave Matt the confidence to coerce his uncle into sucking his dick. That was definitely okay with Cole. Not only did he have his first sexual experience, but it was with his little 11 year old nephew. He knew that he should have been feeling some measure of guilt, but all he could think about was finally getting that finger near that impenetrable ass of his nephews. He shook his head to clear his daydreaming, got clothes on Matt (unwillingly), and stepped out of the tent to be faced with his brother and his wife coming back from fishing. "Whew, not a moment too soon," thought Cole. What he said was, "Catch any fish this morning?" "Yep, about a dozen brim and a few catfish. Here you go, you know the rule. We do all the work, you get to clean," his brother said with a smirk. His wife stormed off to the van, seemingly in a huff. The family had a really stupid rule that the last person to get up had to clean the fish. Cole suspected the rule was devised just to make his life torture. He couldn't really complain, with the morning he had. Having your dick sucked off early sure did put you in a good mood the rest of the day. "I'll help Uncle," beamed Matt, already trying to show his good behavior. He grabbed one bucket out of Cole's hand and bounced to the cleaning station. "Ha, I should have sucked him off way earlier," thought Cole. His nephew was usually a spoiled and smart ass brat, but maybe he only needed some motivation to be better. After the fish was cleaned and thrown in the ice chest, the family decided to take an afternoon swim at the nearby beach. Beach may be over exaggerating it, as it was mostly rocks and clay. The water was still murky, but hadn't warmed up to the summer sun yet. Being at least ten miles away from the nearest air conditioning, getting cooled off was on everyone's mind. Matt stripped down to his white undies again (this time the cartoon character was Spiderman), causing Cole's dick to fill halfway. Matt plunged into the cool waters and squealed in delight. Cole's attention was focused on how the water made Matt's undies transparent until a smack sounding off his brother's face. "Bruce, get off of me," snapped Cole's sister-in-law. She had slapped Bruce (Cole's brother and Matt's father) after he had went in for a kiss. Bruce's face was flushed with the slap and the anger seeped through his eyes and voice. "Bitch, hit me again and see what happens," threatened Cole's brother. He wasn't usually violent, but his wife was getting worse with her bipolar tendencies. She refused to get on medication or even see a doctor about it, so she often would physically lash out at her husband. However, Cole knew his brother wouldn't hurt his wife, only threaten to divorce her. Even then, his threats were not serious, as he would lose his son because of a felony he had placed on him while he was a teenager. "Go ahead, do it. I mean it this time," Bruce growled in a low voice. Matt was still frolicking unawares in the waters, and Cole was just standing open mouth watching the scene. Finally, the wife stormed off the beach, throwing the finger at her husband as a final act of defiance. Cole could never understand how men wanted to be around a woman all their lives. "You okay, bro?" Cole asked. "Yeah, she is just being a stupid bitch. I guess it will just be us in the tent from now on. She'll sleep in the van for a few days and cool off. Hell knows I'm not going to sleep in that damn thing." He shrugged his shoulders and waded out to the water to throw his pleading son high up in the air. Cole pondered on the situation that now was presented to him. He had always had the hots for his brother and for good reason. Bruce was over 6 feet, broad shoulders, strong jaw line, and he always had grew his facial hair out to a goatee. He worked on the oil field as a tool pusher, so his arms were thick as tree branches. Cole always felt a little pity for his brother, who had accidently knocked up a one night stand and (by all Southern standards) was forced to marry a woman he didn't really love. That didn't stop him from fantasizing about him in his late night jerk off sessions though. Matt squealed for Cole to jump in too. He was still in his undies, (this being a very secluded campsite), which showed every outline of his perky uplifted ass. Several times during swimming, Cole had noticed that Matt had popped a boner, usually when his father or uncle launched him from his shoulders. When his brother's back was turned, Cole made sure to grasp the little dick under the water, to the beaming face of his little nephew. His brother asked him to watch Matt (like he needed to say that!), for a couple of hours so that Matt could keep swimming while Bruce checked up on his wife to see if he could salvage their vacation. As soon as Bruce was gone into the trees, Matt turned to his uncle with a hungry look in his eye. "Please?" he whimpered. "Please what? Tell me what you want me to do, little nephew," whispered Cole. They were on a hidden secluded part of the lake, the water covered most of their bodies, and the campsite was almost a hundred yards away, so he knew that he had a good chance to tease his nephew. "I want you to touch my dickie and make it feel good. Wasn't I good today?" whined Matt. He swirled closer to his uncle with a pleading look in his bright blue eyes. "First of all, it is called a dick or a cock or a penis. Not a dickie. You're too old for that. Second of all...you..." Cole slipped his hand in his nephew's undies "...was..." grasped the already hard pecker "...amazing..." and then started to stroke his nephew's cock. Matt threw his arms around his uncle's neck and legs around his uncle's torso. He moaned almost too loudly (even for a secluded beach), so Cole gently shushed him. Cole was in heaven. Not only did he have most of his hand (he could really only use three of fingers for the small cock) around his gorgeous nephew's cock, but he was doing it in the middle of a bright summer day under the water. His own cock had grown out of his swim trunks and now was poking his nephew in the stomach. Cole started to make the water even muddier by slowly humping the smooth belly of his 11 year old nephew, who continued to enjoy the handjob with his eyes close. Cole turned so they were facing the beach. He removed his hand from the pants of nephew, who groaned in disappointment. He could have sworn he saw a movement in the woods, but he guess it could have been a small animal. He shrugged, (again that reckless attitude was changing him), and whispered in his nephew's ear, "Do you love your uncle?" "Yes, yes, yes," panted Matt. Cole knew he was close to cumming for the second time that day, but he wanted it to be out of the murky water. "Come swim with me to that rock out there." The granite large rock was situated around a bend, so that if Bruce did come back, he couldn't see what they were up to, but Cole would be able to spot him. He lifted his nephew out of the water placed him on the half submerged rock. The water was shallow enough here for Cole to stand at just the right position. "Show your uncle how much you love me. Suck my dick, and I'll suck yours." Cole grunted. He was so horned up that hormones was starting to take over his logic again. All he wanted was release. "Yes Uncle," was the vocal reply of Matt, without one ounce of brat attitude in his voice. Just lust. Matt leaned in and started licking the head like a lollipop. Cole groaned and let him satisfy his curiosity. Matt had hardly any time this morning to actually suck his cock, but he made up for it now by licking his head, then his shaft, and even taking a quick swipe at Cole's balls. "Oh Matt, that's right, I can feel your love," groaned Cole. Imagine seeing a wet hair blonde beauty burying his face in your crotch, lapping at your cock like a dog. Cole was already close, but he had to hold for a little longer. He wanted to see if Matt would actually try to get his head all the way in his mouth. With a little coaxing from Cole, Matt returned to the head and opened his mouth as wide as it could go. Honestly, Cole thought he looked a little comical, like he was trying to imitate a fish. His chuckles stopped when he felt Matt's teeth. "Whoa man, watch those teeth. Here, move your lips over them like this," Cole showed his nephew techniques that he had learned over the internet. "Now, try again. You're doing great little man." With the new technique, Matt succeeded in getting about two inches in between his thin lips. Five minutes passed of the little boy bobbing on his uncle's cock before Cole could already feel the tug in his balls. His toes curled in the clay and he whipped his dick out while jerking furiously. Now his moans were so loud, that it was surprising that people on the other side of the lake didn't hear him. He looked down at his nephew, blonde hair plastered against his forehead, blue eyes clouded with lust, and a three inch pecker poking out of his Spiderman undies. His mouth was open, still staring at his cock like it was all that mattered in the world, and that's when Cole lost it. Cum ripped from his teen balls and one shot splattered his nephew's hair, another in his eyes, and two shots made it right down Matt's throat. Instinct told him to swallow it. Cole quickly took some lake water and rinsed the cum out of his hair and eyes. Matt looked up at his uncle and said, "Did I do good?" For the first time, Cole leaned down and kissed his nephew on the lips. Matt of course did not know how to reply, and seeing as it was Cole's first kiss as well, it was fairly short. However, both boys found it highly exciting. Matt's boy boner still stuck straight up, seeking for much needed attention. Cole had other ideas though. After he kissed his nephew, he told him, "Turn around and stand on that part of the rock. I have a surprise. I promise you will like it." Matt gave him a quizzical look but he was so smitten with his uncle that he would have stood on his head if asked. What faced Cole was an image from God. Matt's ass was completely hairless, just two smooth globes that were directly in eye level. Even though he had cummed moments before, his dick still remained rock hard. Finally, he would get to touch what he had feared so much just last night (which seemed like an eternity ago). Just then he heard Matt squeal... "Hey Daddy!" And Cole remembered the fear. End of chapter 2. Thank you for reading and the next installment will hopefully be out next week!