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Family ties

 

Chapter 1

UNCLE ALAN'S WHORE

Part 1

 

My name is Jonah Harrison and I come from a very happy and wealthy family. My parents loved each other so much that they devoted their time to making kids. That's the reason why we are several brothers.

First, there's me, the nineteen year old first born. I'm slightly chubby, with short red hair, freckles and deep blue eyes. I do have to say, I have a gorgeous uncut eight inch cock, courtesy of my father's genetics. It's really white, ending in a round wide pink cockhead protected by lots of foreskin; and veiny all over the shaft, slightly pointing down and to the left. It's crowned by a heavy bush of red pubic hair around the base and all over my balls, a couple of huge low hangers, also thanks to my dad's genetics.

In line follow Jack and Jake, the seventeen year-old identical twins. Jean, the sixteen year older. Jacob and James, the fourteen year-old non identical twins. Jeremy, the twelve year older. And Jed, the eleven year older family pet.

Our family history changed dramatically when my mother passed away during labor when Jed was born. My father, I have to say, became distant and focused on his work to cope with grief. I was nine back then, and did not understand very much what death was. My father, however, had been very loving and told me mommy would never come back, but that she'd be watching me from heaven.

Grandma suggested that she move with us, but my father told her it was not her responsibility, and he'd find a way to care for his own family. It was then that my father brought uncle Alan into our lives, his younger brother who was seventeen, to take care of us while something else happened.

Alan was a very caring uncle, a good looking blond guy with eyes the color of the ocean and a wiry constitution. He would care for us, feed us, take us to school and care for the youngest at home. Fortunately, being so wealthy and all, we had a crew of servants which looked after the house, so uncle Alan was basically devoted to taking care of us. Dad, of course, was most of the time at work or travelling because of work, so basically we had a distant father and a male fake mother.

The service crew of the house was made up of three people: Gerome, a man in his forties who was the head house keeper, a butler if you will. There was also Anna, the cleaning master, and Jay, a twenty year old butler who worked under Gerome's orders and saw to the minor chores and the driving.

Two years after his arrival, I had grown very fond of uncle Alan. I would help him care for the youngest, especially Jed, who was only two years old back then. My father had consented that Jed's cradle and my bed be moved to Alan's room so that we could be close to the baby, especially during night time. At night I would rock him in my arms until he fell asleep, and then place him on his fancy and wonderful cradle, which had been placed between both our beds. I would then jump into my bed, so that we could both be ready if little Jed woke up crying in the middle of the night.

 

It was one particular night when my father was in Fiji on a business trip, back when I was eleven that my whole existence changed forever. I'd woken up from a terrible nightmare, and uncle Alan came quickly to me. He sat on my bed and hugged me. If I hadn't been terrified, I would've noticed how funny he looked with his hair tousled and his sleepy face, the loose shirt hanging and his white briefs.

"It's all right, champ," he said, "it's just a bad dream. Everything is O.K."

"But it was so real," I replied, "I thought I was gonna die!"

"Shhhh," he whispered in my ear, "everything is all right now, come on, go back to sleep."

He stood from my bed and started walking towards his own, when I spoke again.

"Uncle Alan?"

"Yes?" he said turning around.

"Would you stay with me until I fall sleep?" I said, genuinely scared, "Please?"

He sort of smiled and nodded. He came back into my bed and sat next to me. I pulled the sheets so that he could hop inside and he did so. I then thanked him and tried to go back to sleep, but felt still too terrified, so I once again asked.

"Could I hug you?"

"Yes, champ," he said, "Come here."

He was face upwards, so it was not hard for me to wrap my arm around his belly and rest my head against his chest.

"Thanks," I said.

"It's O.K. now," he replied a little sleepier, "go on to sleep."

He fell asleep almost immediately; he was very tired of course. His rhythmic breathing started soothing me, and I too started to drift away. I don't know exactly how it happened, but in a funny movement, my hand sort of went south and I felt a rock hard bump. It called my attention, for I'd never seen a boner before, so I pulled the sheets a little aside and noticed what the bump was. It sure made me curious to see that thing inside his briefs, for it was sort of a mystery to understand how when he was awake I'd never seen that thing come to that size.

I placed my index finger curiously over the bulge and felt a rock hard cock for the very first time in my life. He didn't even move. So I touched again with my index finger. When I noticed he didn't move I spoke to him softly.

"Uncle Alan?"

But the only answer that came was his steady and rhythmic breathing which quieted me, as If I knew I was doing something wrong.

So, once I knew he was still sleeping, I placed my whole eleven year-old hand more confidently over his rock-hard cock. I didn't know why back then, but I was breathing fast and my heart kept bumping against my chest as my young and inexperienced hand touched that lovely boner. Why, I didn't know either, I almost immediately felt curious about his balls, and moved my hand south, so I could feel them. They were soft and big under his white briefs. It was then that I noticed my eleven year old dick was also rock-hard, and realized it must be what happens when you do something pleasant and forbidden.

Once I felt confident, my hand started exploring uncle Alan's dick at my own rate, I caressed his balls and then his shaft and then, the round tip of his cock. It was then that I noticed a wet spot up there. At first I thought it was pee, but I instinctively brought the wetness on my finger to my lips and tasted pre-cum for the very first time. I'm a pre-cum and cum-starved whore, I know that now, but back then I didn't know and was discovering it on my own. I noticed that the more I touched, the more the briefs got wet, and decided to keep on touching my uncle's lovely cock and balls.

Uncle Alan then mumbled something in his sleep and I turned my face up to look at him. But he was still soundly asleep, so I resumed my touching of his cock. I do remember I spent most of the night caressing his dick and balls over his briefs, until I fell asleep.

From that night on, I kept on finding the way to get in bed with him, pretending to awaken from bad dreams so he would come and sleep with me so I could keep on touching his yummy cock at night. As the weeks went by, I kept on becoming bolder and bolder in my explorations.

Until one night, when I realized I had had enough of touching him through his briefs, I decided to take it one step further. That particular night, uncle Alan had decided to wear boxers, so it made it easier for me to work. The minute my hand went down and landed on his cock shaft, the boxer moved aside, and the tip of his cock peeked through the boxer slit. It was just the opportunity I'd been expecting all those weeks, so I moved the boxer a little more so that his cockhead was completely exposed. That was the first time I saw it, round and big and of a lovely pink color peeking through his foreskin. The minute I started touching it, it started leaking pre-cum, and I decided to take it with my finger and bring it up to my lips. His boxer was so loose, that it wasn't hard for me to move one of the sides and let his balls show. I immediately fell in love with his balls and discovered my up to date manic fixation with testicles. He had a pair of big low hangers, they hung so much that coming out of his boxers they almost touched the bed.

I brought my fingers to his cockhead and started touching it. It instinctively jumped every time I touched it and I decided I wanted to see the whole of it, so I started pulling his foreskin down very carefully until the whole head was free, releasing a nice amount of pre-cum as it broke free. Uncle Alan kind of moaned, but I looked at his face and noticed he was still sleeping, so I carried on caressing his cockhead with all my hand, rubbing it as I would a knob.

When I realized he wouldn't wake up I felt bolder and, for the first time, I left my hugging position and sat on the bed so I could massage his awesome balls with my right hand and keep on polishing the awesome cockhead with my left. Uncle Alan kind of stirred in his dream, but I felt so sure he wouldn't wake up, that I kept on working it until, under my touch, his pecker spewed several long ropes of cum. I felt fascinated at the liquid emerging and knew this was what guys at school talked about when joking around that tabu topic of masturbation. I took a portion of it from uncle Alan's shirt and tasted it. And that minute was when I discovered I loved man milk and I would totally be a cum-starved whore forever. Uncle Alan's dick started becoming fluffy and I realized that had been it. So, I carefully placed his glans and balls back inside his boxers and embraced him and went back to sleep.

The following day was hectic, what with the kids going to school and everything, so, when the nighttime came and all my brothers where properly sitting around the dining room table, I went back to the kitchen to help uncle Alan finish dinner. My father was supervising the company's assets in Bangladesh, so it was just uncle Alan and myself with the kids. When I started serving the cereal in the bowls, I realized there was a funny white powder all over it...and I was sure it wasn't sugar.

"Uncle Alan?" I asked.

"Yes, Jonah?"

"What is this powder sprinkled over my brothers' cereal?"

"Oh, that!" he said, "nothing to worry about," he said as he poured a much smaller amount of the same powder over little Jed's bottle, "just a little extra something to help the kids rest better."

"Do you also give me that in my meals?" I asked realizing I never truly slept all through the night in my ventures with uncle Alan's cock.

"Why would I do that?" uncle Alain replied, "You are the only one who gives me a hand at night."

My heart started beating faster at his comment.

`My God!' I thought, `He knows! He knows I grab his cock at night!" I was terrified at what he'd say next, but then he finished his idea and I relaxed again when he said: "It would be terrible for me if I had to wake up every time Jed wakes up in the middle of the night!"

Then I relaxed and started pouring the milk over my brothers' bowls.

"I see!" I said, and started out of the room with the bowls for my older brothers.

Once they were all in bed, I went to the room and started rocking little Jed until he fell asleep. I placed him in his cradle, and decided it was time for me to go on to sleep. But I knew I wouldn't really sleep that night, I wanted to go over uncle Alan's dick and make it spurt lots and lots of its lovely man milk for my own benefit.

When I was already in bed, thinking of what trick I would come up so uncle Alan would come to my bed, he came from the bathroom in order to go to bed.

"Hey, champ," he said smiling, "think you'll be able to sleep, or do you want me to come and sleep with you?" I smiled shyly, thinking once again he knew what I'd be doing at night, but again he completed the phrase: "So we save time and I don't have to wake up in the middle of the night."

"O.K." I said, and pulled the sheets aside so he could lay next to me.

He placed himself by my side and opened his left arm so I could cuddle next to him.

"Come over here, champ," he said, "time to go on to the land of the dreamers."

He was once again wearing loose boxers and I felt happy at the prospect of being able to fondle him at my leisure with the space the boxers would provide. No sooner had I embraced him than his breathing let me know he was sleeping.

"Uncle Alan?" I asked, but he did not reply and I knew it was time for me to start. This time I didn't even touch him over the boxer. I put my hand through the boxer slit a wider slit than the previous night boxers'-, and pulled his cock out from it, balls and all. It was the very first time I saw the whole pack and I automatically fell in love with it: seven inches, round and pink cockhead; it was slightly pointing upwards, the shaft thicker on the base and with some interesting thick veins around.

I started over his cock. It got hard really quickly, so I pulled his foreskin down in order to see the whole of his pink, round, big cockhead in its splendor. I rubbed it carefully and the first droplets of pre-cum oozed from his pee slit. I was about to take his pre-cum from the slit with my finger, when I for the first time thought: `What if I try it from the source?" And I lowered myself so I could be at the right position and angle. I placed the tip of my tongue in the slit as I felt the smell of his genitals, a scent of soap and something I couldn't place but that called me to action.

His pre-cum was warmer coming from the source, and I loved it. I think it was by instinct, that my tongue started going around his cockhead and not only the pee slit. I heard uncle Alan moan a bit, but I knew he was still asleep and kept my tongue bath all over his gorgeous glans. He kind of stirred a couple of times, but I kept on going. I don't know exactly when I started, but I was already sucking him, bringing his cock in and out of my mouth with an urgency I didn't know I had in me. His hard cock started throbbing inside my mouth, and I didn't know why, but before I could take it out from my mouth, he shot a full load of hot cum into my throat, then a second, then a third, and I managed to swallow it all as it kept on coming. I never knew cum could come in such quantity but uncle Alan seemed to be at his peak of manmilk production.

When I realized it wouldn't give me more, I stopped, noticing his dick was starting to go fluffy like the night before. With the warm taste of my first cum ration ever, I placed his cock back inside his boxers, embraced him and went to sleep. I do not have to say the story took place two more weeks every night in a row, my brothers given sleeping `aides' and me having my way with my uncle's cock and drinking his man milk every single night to the last drop.

Two months had passed since I'd fondled my uncle for the first time, when a turn in events happened.

That particular night I was extremely tired and did not really feel like sucking uncle Alan's gorgeous cock, no matter how much I loved drinking his hot cum. But as rule had become, he jumped into my bed.

"Good night champ!" he said, opening his right arm so I could embrace him. I rested my head on his chest and decided it was time to fall asleep.

Before soon I heard his constant breathing and knew he was asleep, but I too drifted off very quickly.

It must have been around one in the morning, when I was awoken. I was in fetal position and uncle Alan was embracing me in the same position, his hand running freely over my cock. I realized my dick was rock hard under his touch, his hand moving expertly all over my dick and I realized he must've done it a lot of times before with many other dicks. I did not move. I pretended to be asleep and let him carry on. For so many nights I'd touched him, but did not realize it could feel so good to be touched down there, the experience being totally new to me. I kind of lowered my sight and noticed that the warmth I felt between my thighs was his dick coming and going, the movement facilitated by the lubricant of his pre-cum. I saw his cockhead appear and disappear between my thighs as he rocked back and forth and his hand continued to go up and down my cock, which was already oozing pre-cum, probably as much as my uncle's.

His hand then moved downwards and he took my balls in his hand, first caressing, as if weighing them. Then he squeezed them hard. I don't know how I managed not to make a sound.

He then stopped and poked me in the arm, as if he wanted to discover whether I was asleep, which I still pretended to be. He turned me around and pulled my underwear down. I was rock-hard still, and he went down to suck on my cock.

He didn't have to work hard. He must've sucked me for about five minutes when I exploded in his mouth, my very first hot load of teenage cum taken by my uncle in his apparently experienced mouth.

But it didn't stop there, oh no! He kept on sucking me and sucking me until I felt I was going to pee. And pee I did, but he did not move away, or freak out. He just stayed on my cock and drank my full load of pee. And he kept on sucking. I just couldn't believe how fucking hard I was, but he kept on sucking me and sucking me until I came once again.

I guess he must've been expecting me to wake up and have his cum, but I pretended to be asleep and he soon got tired and went to sleep. I was not very sure on what to expect, but it did take me some time to go back to sleep. I desperately wanted to suck uncle Alan's cock, but I did not want him to know I had been awake all along.

So I just pretended to be asleep until I totally fell. My life as my uncle's sexual toy was just about to begin...

 

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