Date: Sun, 23 May 2021 12:28:35 -0500 From: Kevin Reynolds Subject: Mountain Top (incest) It seems like my uncle is always involved when I take a big step in my life or experience something new. Sometimes it just fun, sometimes its scary, sometimes its life changing. I'm not even sure he knows he does it. Of course, this story is about sex. Although I mention my uncle, he has never been involved with me sexually. I've seen him naked more than any other person I know. I didn't think much about it until recently, when my body started to go fucking nuts and start sprouting hair, developing muscle, and dangly things getting bigger. When he would watch me (we never liked the term babysit), we could run around like it was just the two of us guys. Doors didn't get closed much, there wasn't much privacy practiced. When he would take a shower, shave, and get ready to go to work or just get going for the day, I would go in and keep him company. I had a spot on the countertop where I would sit and talk to him as he did his stuff. He was naked of course. I was usually in my underwear, sometimes not. When I didn't have anything on, I usually got a little swat on the butt and a smile from him. I took advantage of the situation and I started getting naked when hanging at his house. Even if it was just an afternoon visit before I had to go home for dinner. I just felt comfortable doing it there. At home, I'd get yelled at for running to the laundry room to see if I had any clean pants in the dryer. My sisters thought I was the grossest thing if I didn't completely close and LOCK the bathroom door when I peed. My uncle was the one who bought me a BB gun. He had me shoot my first .22. And I peed my pants a little when he had me shoot his shotgun. I had no friggin idea it was going to be that loud and with that much kick. We now go to the range and shoot skeet and trap, I'm finally getting better than him. He also let me drive a pickup on the ranch, in a pasture. He does let me drive his vehicles, as long as we aren't on the streets with the cops. He has taught me to use all kind of tools, and build things. The desk that I'm typing on right now was built by us a few years back. And I think I will be using the hidden compartments we built in, soon. I'll blush now if I mention what is currently in them. This isn't really about my uncle. He made it happen though. Over spring break, we got together as a family. The aunts and uncles and cousins that we hadn't seen in over a year came together to just meet and have fun, eat a lot, tell stories, see how we have grown, and all that good stuff. The plan one evening was to go to a special picnic area and cook steaks, bring homemade ice cream and cobbler, and show the little kids how to make `smores. My uncle was always one to volunteer to do the heavy work. I know he loved doing it, it wasn't like a duty to him, it was more like he was gifting the family. At least, I take that as a lesson. He got me and my cousin to go help him get set up and start the fires in the BBQ pits. That was perfect. My other best person there was my cousin. He and I were almost the same age. Over the years, we figured out that our parents (moms were sisters) were celebrating 4th of July and they had sex, as couples, nothing weird, and we were made that same night, or at least the same weekend. There are only 2 days difference in our birthdays. We were really quick getting the place set up. The tables and chairs were set, ice chests, jugs with water and ice tea were staged, and the eating utensils and plates were set out and covered. It was too early to light the fires but those were ready to go. My uncle told us we should go climb the mountain behind us. He said the view from up there is great. He even pointed out the paths that we could take going up and coming down. And nodded at the summit that we needed to get to. The last time we had been to this spot, my cousin and I were prohibited from going past a certain rock foundation, only about a quarter of the way up. And we had to stay in sight of the people at the bottom of the mountain. I got yelled at for stepping behind a boulder to pee. I said I had to pee and I didn't want anybody to see. At that point, one of my dear sisters said it wouldn't have mattered, I didn't have anything to see. Now, my uncle had issued the challenge. He wanted us to prove that we could climb up there, all by ourselves. And we were off. It was actually harder at the beginning than it was almost the rest of the way. We did have to stop a few times. We waved back down to our uncle, he waved and lifted a beer in a salute. Most of the way up, my cousin was leading. And it got me looking at his butt. And his legs, and his body. I was thinking that he was really getting strong, and then thinking that he was also getting sexy looking. Although we were two days apart, he had always been smaller than me. He was skinny and short. His corn silk blonde hair made him look delicate and sweet. While he had a special talent to pout, almost all the time that we were together, he was smiling and happy, and making me feel the same way. He and I had always slept together, and shared chairs, and got naked and showered. The thing was, we both had little pink wieners that really weren't that exciting. His looked a lot like mine, and our balls were little wrinkly sacks that were tucked up tight. I know there were a few times that we rubbed them together in bed but I think we rubbed noses more than wieners. I just never had any sexual thoughts about him, or very many sexual thoughts at all. I think we were described best as two sweet little boys. I was bigger, not by a lot but enough that the adults would tell me to help my cousin out when opening a door or turning on a light. When it came to piggy back rides and things like that, he would get on my back. When I considered us, I thought we were equals in every way. It was almost two years since we had seen each other, in real life anyway. A lot of texting and we went through a bunch of social media crap. The simple text on our phones was our connection. We occasionally got into sexual content but not deep at all. We didn't age much, which sucked. I wasn't expecting to notice his butt and legs. Yet I got thinking how amazing they looked. He was a sexy young man. I hate that term, young man, but it fits. His shorts kept getting pulled tight and it was showing his cute butt. And I was noticing how there was space between his legs, up top where they come together, and I got wondering if his balls would hang and swing in that gap. As I was first thinking about that, I was picturing him as having that same little pink wiener. I later had a bit of a freek when I thought about how that little wiener would look on that teen body. In between the time I had last been with him, puberty invaded. Most of the development happened with I was stuck at home. Hanging with my loving family. My interaction with life was over the cam, and usually in little flat boxes on the computer. It took me awhile to figure out jacking off. I found plenty of examples on the net but it took a little bit to translate it to my hand. I did get very good at it. I also got fast. And I could take my time too. I just didn't have anybody to talk to about it. It wasn't all that long before we made it to the top. It was interesting to see how several people had made little campfires. Others had made the towers of rocks. There were a few beer cans. And a couple of painted rocks with some really corny wishes for people who followed them to the top. I stood there and felt the warm breeze blow up from below. It actually felt cool as it blew over me. I could see miles and miles of hills and pastures. There was a feeling of time stopping. Nobody was rushing to the grocery store, nobody was rushing to work. Only the buzzards rising on the thermals. The cows barely moving as the cleared the grass from the pastures. No sounds but the wind sweeping up the face of the mountain. I was on top of the world. A spot that my parents disallowed. A warm, sunny, quiet, high spot alone in the world. I was quickly reminded that I was not alone. My cousin touched my arm and said that he had to do it. And I needed to do it too. He may have been telling me what it was but I had been focused on being on top of the mountain. When I saw him kick off his shoes, and undoing his shorts, I figured getting naked was what he was talking about. That was an exciting idea. I could get into getting naked right there. I was doing pretty good at getting my clothes off, until I saw my cousin naked. Oh my god, puberty had been very very good to him. His little wiener had grown into a full grown, doing-business dick! It was long and pretty thick, and it swung back and forth as he moved. I'm not sure how long it was but it was like you had to watch out not to get hit with it when he moved around. And under his dick, his balls were huge and looked so heavy. I have to admit here that it made me feel good, made me feel normal. I was worried that my balls had grown to a weird maniacal size that people should be scared when I got naked. My balls were not that much different than my cousins. And I thought they were great looking. I would have been happy with getting naked on top of the mountain. I would have been satisfied with feeling the breeze on my dick and balls. I was thrilled with seeing my cousin naked and his dick and balls. We walked from cliff side to cliff side. He was walking in a way that made his balls swing from side to side. We mooned the world, bending over and pulling out butt cheeks apart. And that was a cool feeling of getting air there. I know we were being silly and weird but it was great to feel that free. I wanted to live naked. I understood when my cousin stood on the edge of the cliff, spread his legs, lifted his arms and roared. I had to join him. It took a little bit of convincing to move to the next part. Actually, my cousin really didn't have to say a thing, or at least not waste a lot of words trying to convince me to go to the next step. All it would have taken was "ya wanna?" or "ya ready?" We were already naked. We weren't quite boned up. But we got there in just a few shakes and strokes. And we were jacking. I was watching him jack more than I was paying attention to my own jacking. I was loving being naked and jacking. I had never been close to jacking off or even boned up with my cousin. We had only made little jokes about jacking off, and never admitted to do it ourselves. I know that there wasn't anybody else I would trust enough to jack off with. While we were standing and jacking, my cousin was really looking at me. He reached down with his other hand and cupped my balls. He said my balls had gotten big just like his. I had to catch myself. My knees buckled a little when I felt his hand on my balls. I know it was partly due to climbing the mountain but it was amazing how fast my knees gave out. Nobody but my doctor, and parents, had ever touched my balls. My cousin's touch was like electricity hitting me. I hadn't realized how good a human touch could feel. I tried to say something. I was about to just say "Thank you". Or tell him that it felt really good. Or tell him to keep going, that was too scary at the time. He laughed. Then he turned towards me and wagged his boner in my general direction. I thought it was beautiful. Partly because it look a lot like mine, partly because it was a boner! As he shook it, he told me to go ahead and touch it if I wanted to. I know I should have used my other hand and kept jacking but I grabbed his boner, very gently. I stroked it only a few times then moved my hand so that only my fingertips were touching it. He liked that but he could barely take the tickling. He stepped in front of me and for a while we were jacking each other. We both made some crude comments, and attempts at jokes, and some moaning and groaning. And I got some precum on my hand. I knew nothing about precum. It did smell really good. He had to explain precum. We sat down on the bare rock ground. He scooted over until our hips were touching. We kept jacking. The feeling of his body bouncing as he stroked felt strange and good. It made my stroking fall into rhythm with him. I had thoughts about how weird it was but also how exciting and great it felt. We laid back and that was really a better way to see us. It made our dicks look huge! We kept saying things about it feeling good, and how good each other's dicks looked, and that we couldn't believe we were being so naughty. Somehow we kept calling it naughty, that just seemed funny and yet appropriate. Then my cousin stopped talking, he was biting his lip and looking very serious. I could feel the muscles in his butt and hips tighten up. And I was cheering him on with "do it cuz! Do it cuz!" And he growled and jacked as fast as he could. And then his cum went flying. First cum of somebody else I had seen, in person. And it looked great. It would shoot out and land on his belly and thighs. I was impressed. I was also jacking fast, I actually didn't realize that I was going that fast. And almost as my cousin had his last dry shot, I started shooting. I held still, I didn't move my hand as I shot. My cum all shot towards my belly, some went right into my belly button. It was one of the most intense orgasm I had to that time. Although I was laughing and outwardly rejoicing what we did, I had a wave of regret wash over me. I had thoughts about how bad it was to jack off. And jacking with another boy was even worse. All that thinking stopped when my cousin scraped a glob of his cum off his belly and then flicked it on me. I didn't freak, I did mix it in with a glob of mine. I said something really stupid that we were "cum brothers" now. And we laid there, breathing and recovering. Then we heard the horn of our uncles truck. Good timing for us. We got dressed, I wiped the wet cum with my fingers and underwear. Going down the mountain went a whole lot faster and easier than going up. We were almost falling the last bit and that got us laughing hard when we landed on the flat ground by the picnic set up. Our uncle made sure we were safe and sound. And asked us what the yelling was about. He said he was ready to come rescue us but saw us without "britches" and yelling. We finished up the set up, cars with family started to arrive, we started the fires in the pits, and kept smiling at each other. When the coals were ready, my uncle handed me a pair of tongs and pointed to the hamburgers. He did the same with my cousin but pointed to the hotdogs and brats and corn. I told him that I didn't cook. He told me that I was going to, it was about time to earn my supper. And not until just now did I realize that he had been planning that moment. The last time we were at a family picnic or "feed", he had talked to me about how guys screw up burgers by pressing all the juice and flavor out of them. And how they always wanted to flip them over and over. And how to test by feel if they were cooked the right way. He told me to look it up and read about it when I got home, I did. He was prepping me for this time. Now I'm trying to think if he taught me anything else on the last get together. As I was cooking, he would come up behind me and lean on me. I was sure that he could smell the cum on me. I had washed my hands and that was the worst of the smell. He didn't react of say anything. And he did much the same thing as he was helping out my cousin. My cousin didn't think about the scent until we talked after we had eaten. I was also worried that other family members had smelled us too. Oh and my younger cousin, who looks like a younger version of his brother, was assigned to serve the beans. I had been the "bean boy" the last few times. Now it was time to pass the ladle. We had learned a lesson when we served. It was usually the case where the kids would rush to the serving line to get fed as fast as we could. Usually, the adults would force the grandparents to the front of the line, which was a nice thing. The lesson was that good things come with patience. We couldn't get to the desserts until we had eaten the hamburgers or spaghetti or fish. As a kid, we sure didn't want to miss out on that. And it was the only time I could get my favorite, banana pudding, something special about how it was made. And my cousin always wanted the cherry cobbler. When we served, our uncle would go and secure a bowl of banana pudding and a bowl of cobbler. And he would stash it right in front of us. No worries about it being gone by the time we got there. He was a good uncle. We got to sit afterwards. My uncle directed the other kids and some of the worthless other guys to clean up and pack up. Actually, the other guys were more than happy to help, its actually a nice family. They all got `smore makings for the effort. My cousin and I got to sit and listen to stories and tell stories about our school and sports, and then how great it was looking out over the world from on top of the mountain beside us. The moms got their panties in a knot but I could tell that they were a little proud that we did it, and happier that we survived. They did gripe to my uncle that he let us do it. He responded by saying it was a lot safer than what he has planned for next year, hang-gliding off the same cliff up there. I hope he is kidding! I don't jump off a perfectly good Earth. I think that started something between my cousin and me.