Date: Sun, 3 Jun 2018 22:40:14 -0400 From: David Greg Denton Subject: Different Summers with My Uncle - Part 1 (incest, uncle, nephew, underage) This is a story about sex between consenting individuals. The story is fictional. All legal disclaimers apply. If this topic offends you, do not read any further. If you are under the age of 18 (21 in some areas) and too young to be reading such material or if you are in a locale or country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave immediately and come back when it is legal for you to do so. We'll be glad to have you back. If you meet the criteria then read on, enjoy, and kindly let me know what you think. Different Summers with My Uncle: Part 1 - Each summer, after we got out of school, our parents would drive us to visit my aunt and uncle and our eight cousins (two girls and six boys) on their farm up north. My brother, sister and I looked forward to spending a week with them each year. That year was different, though. My girlfriend of a year had just died of cancer the fall before and I was still grieving the loss. I liked her, but I don't think that I was in love with her. I'm not sure that even though I was sixteen then that I knew what love was. Unbeknownst to me, my parents had arranged with my aunt and uncle for me to stay the whole summer. They thought it might be a good idea because at home I was too close to all the things that reminded me of Carolyn and they thought that was probably keeping me from moving on. I had never spent more than a week with my cousins, so I wasn't sure how things were going to go, but I agreed to give it a try and they agreed to let me come home early if it didn't work out. During the week while we were all together, my brother found plenty to do with the four boys that were still at home, because he played a lot of sports and the boys played sports when they weren't working on the farm. The two youngest, a boy and girl, played with each other, being so close in age. My sister had our cousin, Anna, to hang out with, so that just left me. My cousin, Tim, was my age but we had nothing in common other than that. At the end of the week, my folks left, taking my brother and sister with them. It was an adjustment for me once my buffer was gone and my cousins tried to include me in anything they were doing, but I just wasn't feeling it, so I often declined, politely. I ended up spending a lot of time alone, drawing. There were lots of interesting thing to draw around the farm: the old house, the dilapidated barn, the farm stand, the customers, the wagons. Then were the animals. My older cousin, Johnny, had pigs and his brother, Billy, had chickens. I walked down the road to hang out and draw them. It was hard trying to capture a moving subject on paper with pencil or charcoal, but I did my best. I always got compliments on my drawings, so my aunt ended up buying me paints, canvas boards and brushes, so that I could work in color too. After a few weeks of keeping to myself, I could tell my Uncle Joe (which was short for Giuseppe) was worried about me. I didn't know why at the time, but he would tell me later. I had seen my uncle in various states of undress over the years. He wasn't a shy man. I had seen him with his shirt off on many occasions and had always admired his hairy chest. I had also seen him in his tight, white underwear which left little to the imagination. He was a big man in more ways than one. In a move to pull me in, he offered to take me with him to watch the other stand one night which was a few miles away. The stand at the house didn't have a problem with theft because it was so close to the house, but the other one was out in the middle of cornfields, so it had to have someone stay and watch it overnight. Uncle Joe, Johnny, and Billy took turns. This time Uncle Joe wanted to take me with him. He said he'd take me to the big market in the early hours afterwards. I was secretly excited to get to spend some time alone with my favorite uncle. He had me take a nap in the afternoon, so that I could stay awake all night. I hadn't taken a nap since I was a kid, so it was difficult at first, but thanks to the darkened room, eventually I fell asleep and when I awoke it was time for dinner. We all ate together, and I even participated more so than usual. I think the fact that I was going to do something special that night had something to do with it. After dinner, I hung out with my cousins and watched TV. When it was time to leave, Uncle Joe and I climbed into his pickup truck and headed out to stand to keep vigil over the corn all night. The ride didn't take long, so we really didn't talk. When we arrived, he backed in so that we could keep an eye on the road, then he shut off the engine and turned to face me. "I see that you don't spend much time with the boys. Is it that because you don't like them or because you don't feel like you have anything in common with them?" I stared at him for a few minutes before answering. Even in the dark, I could see how handsome he was. Uncle Joe was of Italian descent, tall, hairy, dark haired, dark eyed, and dark skinned. He was the opposite of me, average height, fair haired, light eyes, and fair skin. I had always admired the way he kept fit just by working on the farm. He stayed as active, if not more, than his kids and the other farmworkers, always keeping busy. It was rare to see him take a break or even sit down unless it was in the evening. Then and only then would he let himself relax in front of the "boob tube" or sit on the porch and have a beer. I finally answered, "I like my cousins just fine. I'm just not interested in the same things they're interested in, that's all." "You don't like sports, do you?" It felt more like a statement than a question. "I'm not saying that's a bad thing..." "No, I don't actually. I'm not good at any of them." Then I added. "Maybe I'd be better if didn't have to wear that stupid brace on my leg all the time." I had been diagnosed with Osgood Schlatter's disease a few years before and had to wear a brace to keep it straight every time it was hurting, which unfortunately was quite often. I couldn't pick corn like everyone else, so I was forced to ride on the tractor while everyone else worked. "If you don't play sports, do you and Perry play other games together at home?" "Yeah... well we used to a lot until..." "Until you hurt your leg?" "Yeah." "I see you're not wearing it tonight. Does it feel okay now?" He asked, concerned. "It feels fine now. Thanks." "Good. What kind of games did you and your brother play?" "Well, we built a fort in the woods behind our house, so we played cowboys and Indians and combat with a couple of the other kids in the neighborhood. I guess we grew out of that." "Is that all?" "Well..." I was a little nervous to share the game we'd made up that was my favorite but decided to anyway. "We also used to play what we called the `kissing game.'" "I don't know that one. Do you want to tell me how it's played?" I looked down as I hesitated to tell him. "Don't be embarrassed." "Well, we both got naked. Then the one who went first, held his breath then kissed the other... all over... while he counted... until you had to breathe again. The winner was the one who gave the most kisses. It sounds silly, I know." "No, not at all," he replied. "How long has it been since you last played the `kissing game' with Perry?" "Oh, it's been a while. We don't play it anymore." "Why don't we play to pass the time?" He asked and started unbuttoning his shirt. I was so caught up in watching him reveal that magnificent hairy chest that I forgot to answer. "Danny?" "Uh, sure." I started unbuttoning my shirt too. When he got to his pants, he lifted his butt and just shucked them to his ankles. I was finally gifted with the sight of his beautiful, uncut prick. It was long and thick and dark, and I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I knew that was wrong, so I kept undressing until my pants were around my ankles too. "You have a nice body, Danny." "Thanks, Uncle Joe, but it's nothing compared to yours." "Thanks. You go first," he insisted. "So that you can show me how it's played." "Okay." I scooted over to him, took a deep breath and began kissing him on the face as he counted out loud. I moved across his face then down his neck to his shoulders. I kissed across his chest, making sure to kiss each dark, brown nipple, then proceeded down his furry tummy, then back up to his right arm down to his hand, then across to his left arm down to his hand. I kissed his hip, then made my way down his leg to his knee, crossed over and up his other thigh to his hip ending at his cock. I got bold and kissed down the length of it, planting one last kiss on the tip of the foreskin before sucking in a huge breath. "Fifty-nine," he announced. "Impressive." I sat back and looked at his cock which had lengthened considerably. I was the one who was impressed! The head was peeking out now and it was a shade of purple I'd never seen before. The piss slit was wide, and in the moonlight, I could see that it was leaking. All I could think of was that I wanted to taste that clear liquid. "My turn." He announced. I leaned back against the passenger-side door and waited anxiously for him to kiss me all over. He crawled over to me like a panther stalking his prey, then took in a deep breath and kissed me slowly all over my face as I started to count. He moved down to my neck and then my shoulders. He wasn't moving nearly as fast I thought he should if he wanted to win the game. He kissed my chest, then one nipple and then the other. He moved down my belly, which was ticklish, and I let out a giggle. He moved to my hip and then my inner thigh. He kissed right up against my balls and then across them to the other side and down that thigh. I was rock hard, and my dick was jumping, begging for attention, then he planted one last kiss on the head, which was completely revealed, and breathed in, hard. "How did I do?" He asked, inches from my face. "Uh, I lost count, but I definitely won that round." "Oh, so I get a rematch then?" "Of course." Then with a big smile, he said, "Why don't I go first this time? Since I'm already over here." Without waiting for an answer, he kissed me on the mouth to start and took his time, teasing my lips open, then kissed me like I used to kiss Carolyn, only with more passion and tongue than I could have imagined possible between two men. All too soon, he moved on and I was left panting, while he moved down my neck to my chest and my nipples. He took each one in his mouth, licking and sucking, one and then the other. That was definitely a new sensation for me. It went right to my cock. He noticed and instead of wasting time on my tummy, he went straight for it. He shifted his weight to one arm, lifted my now swollen cock with the other, kissed it, then took it in his mouth, swallowing it to the base. I nearly jumped out of my skin when it hit the back of his throat. He was giving me my first blowjob, sucking so hard I thought my brains were going to come out of my dick. I was enjoying all the new sensations coming from my cock, when I screamed, "Oh my God!" and as much as I wanted it to last, I was young, and there was no way it could have. Before I could warn him, the cum was churning in my balls, up my shaft, then into his mouth and down his throat. I spasmed over and over, as I came. It was mind-blowing, and I was spent, emotionally and physically after he pulled off. But not so much so that I couldn't thank him properly by leaning down and kissing him, tasting my own cum in his mouth. "Wow, Unc, that was amazing!" "I take it your brother doesn't do that for you." "Oh God no! We've never even..." I let the thought trail off. "Yeah, about Perry... he's not like us. You'd better not expect to `get' even if you `give.' Do you understand?" "Yeah, I do." "Does this mean I won the game?" He asked with a sly grin. "No way! Now it's my turn." I pushed him back to his side and went straight for his big, fat, hard cock. I tasted the pearly liquid oozing from his slit and stuck my tongue in, digging for more. I could tell he was as turned on as I was from the sounds he was making. Then he got vocal, "Oh yeah, buddy, suck the spunk out of my big cock!" I had never heard that kind of talk before, but it spurred me on. I took as much of the head and shaft as I could and began sucking just like he'd done to me. I wasn't skilled, but I was eager. Each time I went down, I took more until I nearly had it all. Then I just concentrated on giving him the best blowjob I could. "I can't hold out much longer, buddy, you'd better pull off." But I wanted it all. I kept sucking until he blew, "Aw fuck!" He shouted, and I swallowed as fast as I could to keep up with the torrent of cum that was erupting from his massive shaft. He stilled, and I came up, then he leaned down and kissed me. I gave him back as much cum as I'd been able to save, and he sucked it right out of my mouth, all the while making noises like an animal. "You are one hot little fucker, you know that?" He commented when he came up for air. Then he laughed at what he'd said and held me close. I wrapped my arms around him and laid my head on his furry chest. As we cuddled, he asked me, "You've always felt different, haven't you?" I nodded. "It's okay to be different, Danny. You're just the way God made you and He doesn't make mistakes. I felt different when I was growing up too." Then he continued, "I know your girlfriend died and I'm sorry about that. No one should have to experience death at so early an age. I'm going to tell you a story about my growing up... being different..." (to be continued)