Date: Fri, 02 Jul 2021 06:37:36 +0000 From: Underjug Subject: Bustin' Justin - Ch 1 Bustin' Justin - Chapter 1 by TheRealCOG & Underjug T/b ********** IF YOU ENJOY THIS STORY, SUPPORT NIFTY! HELP THE SITE TO REACH THEIR GOAL THIS MONTH! Support Nifty in any way you can so we don't lose this wonderful, free archive. Visit: http://donate.nifty.org/ Thanks to all who email with nice things to say. We also post our stories at the AlltheFallen and 3DBoys sites. ********** There was a time when summer visits to the lake were the high point of Erik Andrews' year. But he'd been a kid then, and the endless hours of hot sun and refreshing waters were magical. The outdoors didn't suit him anymore - his pale skin burned easily and his swimming technique wasn't all that great. Erik preferred to be holed up in his room, on his laptop, coding. But the family wasn't having it. His big sisters had threatened to throw him in the lake WITH his computer if he didn't come out and join them. The 13-year-old with a mop of hair as dark as his soul sat on the dock, the air cool on his damp skin, and tried not to pay attention to the commotion taking place. Because he didn't care. He really didn't. And if he looked over at the new guests, they'd all think he DID care and he didn't. Sure, the arrival of Justin USED to get him super excited, as it had signaled the moment when summer really started. But that was before the other boy turned against him. It had been a long time since he and the obnoxious twerp got along. So Erik sat on his towel and adamantly refused to go over and join the welcome wagon. It wasn't like everyone wouldn't be tripping over each other all summer, so he'd have plenty of time to be glared at by his idiot ex-friend. The Andrews family was huge by comparison, and this was the one time of year they all got together at the family lake house. Which also used to be super fun, when Erik was little. But now it was a bit too people-y for his liking. Justin Andrews had to be yelled at by his dad to get out of the car already. With the biggest and most epic eyeroll until his mom turned around, the boy crawled out and stomped to the porch, then he had to turn around and fetch his duffel bag when yelled at by his dad to pull his weight. Martial arts masters didn't have to be servants and Justin was already an orange belt, but if this was what got his 'rents off his back he might as well do it. It sucked so hard, because he had all these uncles and aunts and zero cousins. Well, he had one cousin and that dude was such a nerd he could be downright embarrassing. Justin wasn't looking forward to the two weeks of this prison sentence when he had all his cool friends from the city to hang out with and not these country 'tards. But no one would leave him alone, least of all Aunt Veronica who stuck her nose in his business and told him to go out to say hello to everybody. "And that includes Erik," the Nosy Nancy said sternly. With another eye roll and an added sigh, the 12-year-old with cropped brown hair stomped out to the lake to "be nice." Erik found it a lot harder to ignore Justin and to show how much he didn't care when the annoying jerk was standing right next to him. One look back told him this was Veronica's doing. She had some weird thing about him needing to be more social. She was definitely his most annoying sister. Whatever. "Hey," Erik said to the skinny twerp. He didn't lower his shades or move his head. "Vee made you come over here, right?" "Doy, you need glasses, cuz?" huffed Justin. "You saw it with your own eyes." Erik stood up and gave the twerp a long, flinty gaze. "It's 'unc' not 'cuz'. I know you're dim, but even you can remember that." "No, Dorkus Malorkus isn't my uncle and that's all there is to it," Justin said with a smirk. Maybe when they were kids he could stomach playing with someone as seriously uncool as Erik, but he'd gotten into sports and anyone who didn't appreciate physical feats of strength lived in Nerdville. To strangers the pair had lied about being cousins to explain how close they were in age. To family they had to be honest about their relation to each other. But now that Justin was old enough to make his own demands, he'd decided that cousins would be the most they'd be to each other. Erik tried to get the dweeb in a headlock, the way he used to, but Justin's reflexes had really improved thanks to all that karate. The little jerkface slipped out of the way, grinning in triumph. "Ha! Too slow, Idiotus Maximus!" Erik glared for a second... ...and then pushed the grinning kid into the water. Justin splashed around helplessly. Then, realizing the unwanted attention he was drawing to the humiliation, the tween calmly swam back to the dock. "I'm using numchucks on you for that sucker punch!" "I didn't punch you, nephew, and it's pronounced 'NUNchucks,'" Erik retorted. "Duuuuuuhhh, I'm a stwaight A student, I say wowds like 'pwonounce,'" snapped Justin as he pulled off his clingy tee shirt. "There's nothing wrong with having brains, jerk face. You could benefit from them," lectured Erik. "You're not my uncle, I won't even tell people you're my cousin anymore, you're no relation, and I'm not staying in your room, I'll be sleeping on the foldout couch," exclaimed Justin while marching off to the lake house. "Fine! I don't even WANT you in my room! You snore! And your feet stink!" Erik glared after his nephew. It was hard to believe they'd ever been friends. But they had been. Closer than friends. Sometimes they'd joked they were really brothers. But then Justin had gotten into that stupid karate and acted like he was just so cool because he did sporty stuff and Erik still "played games like a little kid." Being together used to be so much fun. Soon as they met up, Erik would pounce and noogie the younger boy until his nephew screamed "uncle!" and then he'd have to call Erik uncle for the rest of the vacation. But his nephew was too cool for that now too. "I hate summer," the teen grumbled and headed towards the house in search of snacks. All through dinner, Justin had made a point of ignoring Erik and not even glares from Aunt Veronica or his mom or his dad or his grandparents could get the sporty boy to talk to the geekazoid. Life sucked majorly having aunts and uncles as young as Veronica and Maggie (in their teens and 20s) and Samantha and Richard (barely 30). But the worst was bookworm Erik who was only one year older. Dude practically lived on his computer and couldn't do a chin-up to save his life. "What're you up to, Justin?" asked Mom at bedtime when he was getting the foldout couch ready. "I'm sleeping here." "Um. No. You're sleeping in Erik's room like always." "Um. No. I'm sleeping here. Dude snores. And he's got stinky feet." "The second guest room's being painted, so your Uncle Richard's sleeping here." "Sorry, bud," said his oldest uncle right on cue as he took over folding out the bed. "Wha'?! That's not... Hhhhrrrrrrrrr! I hate this place!" shouted Justin as he scooped up his kit and stomped upstairs. "You be nice to your Uncle Erik, understand, young man?" threatened his mom. "He's not my uncle," declared Justin. Erik was deliberately spreading out, taking up the whole room now that he didn't have to share. He laid out a bunch of books and comics to enjoy on the lower bunk, along with a few select pilfered snacks. The top bunk, where he slept, had his pillows and blankets. And his laptop held the central spot on the desk, of course. He was just getting around to deciding if he wanted to Netflix something, play his new game or do some coding when the door banged open. "What're you doing here, nephew?" Erik snarled. "I got booted, Dorkimus Prime." Justin dropped his duffel bag and looked around. "Comic books? Really? What are you, like, five?" Erik picked up Justin's bag and tossed it in the hallway. "You said you weren't sleeping here. No takebacks." "Yeah, well, my mom says I gotta," the younger boy complained as he went to fetch his things. "I'm sure there's a tent somewhere," the older boy snapped. "You can sleep outside." "I don't even need a tent, crap for brains, I'm so tough I've slept under the stars." "Say hello to Uranus for me," smirked Erik while slamming the door in his nephew's face. "Justin! What're you doing standing in the hall?" asked his dad. "Erik the Stupid locked me out," pouted Justin. "I'm only going to say this once. Straighten up or I'll straighten you out." Justin couldn't believe he was suddenly being painted as the bad guy. "It wasn't ME." His dad was clearly not buying it. "You hear what I said, son?" "It wasn't ME!" The door suddenly flung open. Justin scowled as Erik put on the most innocent idiot face. "What're you doing out here? C'mon in." Justin looked up to his dad as if to say SEE WHAT A LIAR HE IS? But even the 'rent gestured for the innocent party to enter the lion's den. Storming in with his duffel bag, Justin barked, "I get the bottom bunk." "Of course you do, neph," Erik said, smiling and rolling his eyes at his big bro Max as if to say WHAT'S his PROBLEM ANYWAY? Max chuckled and gave him a fistbump. "Stay strong, little bro." They were 20 years apart, so Max and he weren't total buds or anything, but Max was an IT guy so he at least "got" what Erik was into. The brother was super easy to talk to and if you got him to discuss math stuff, his inner dork came out on display. Closing the door, Erik turned to his nephew. "Hey, don't throw my belongings on the floor!" He went over and gathered up the stuff on the bottom bunk as his obnoxious former buddy tossed it aside. They'd had their falling out last year, but the boy had never been this obnoxious. "I'm not talking to you for the rest of the summer," pouted Justin as he peeled down to his briefs and slid under the covers. "You're talking to me now," replied the pencil neck as he moved his crap to the top bunk. "Starting NOW," growled Justin. "That still counted." "Starting right NOW." "I still hear you conversing with me." "I meh meh meh meh meeehhhhh," retorted Justin as he pulled the covers over his head. The car ride had taken forever and he'd spent almost two hours doing his exercises and this room wasn't where he wanted to be, so the youth felt himself drifting off. It was going to be a long summer, with Justin and all of his attitude. But there was a small part of Erik that took pleasure in knowing the jerk hadn't gotten what he wanted. Sure, it meant he was stuck with his whiny nephew, but it also meant all that bad behavior wasn't being rewarded. Yawning, the older boy watched some NARUTO and then fell asleep too. It had been a long day and he always got stressed around a lot of people, even if they were family. So he slept hard and deep and only awoke when Justin tripped over something and slammed into the dresser. "Reflexes of a cat," Erik mumbled, rolling over to the surprising sight of Justin's bare bum while his nephew was trying to do something with his briefs. "Are those wet wipes? The heck are you doing?" Justin turned around, startled. "Shut up." But the youth wasn't surly so much as worried. He noticed Erik suddenly looking on with concern. "You okay?" "I freakin'... This place made me sick, I'm sure, and now I wet myself." Then Justin noticed he'd been boned up this whole time. Aarrrrrrgh, just perfect, something else for his enemy to razz him for. It was then Erik caught the scent of come, something he was pretty familiar with since beating off was in his Top Three Favorite things these days. He put it together that his nephew had had a wet dream. And apparently the idiot had no idea what those were. "Dork, you aren't sick. And you didn't wet the bed." Erik was caught between the desire to help the guy who had once been his buddy and a darker desire to punish the brat somehow for all the bad things he'd done. "Whadda YOU know, teacher's pet?" said the nephew snidely. "Don'tcha got, like, a chalkboard to erase?" The truth was, the worry plaguing Justin had been soothed by Erik. Knowing he wouldn't be laid up for the summer and hadn't lost control of his bladder was at least some comfort, even if this place was the lake house of his nightmares. Erik folded his arms authoritatively. "You had a wet dream, you sex-ed reject." "Oo, I'm Ewik, I pay attention in cwaaaaass," retorted Justin weakly. "Do you even know what I'm talking about?" "'Course, it's not like you know everything." But as Justin wiped his crotch, he noticed something odd. "Whoa, wait. It's sticky." Erik very deliberately rolled over and pretended to go back to sleep. If his idiot nephew wanted to cop an attitude, he could figure out his own leaky dick problems. Justin didn't get to make fun of him for being smart and then benefit from that intelligence. "This is so gross," grimaced Justin. "I bet it only happened 'cause I'm stuck in here with a weirdo like you." Erik added a fake snore to his sleeping act. There'd been a time when they probably would have been able to talk about this sort of thing easily, have a laugh about it and make some stupid comparisons about their jizz. But Justin had spoiled all that. "Dammit," the tween whined, "if Mom sees this she's gonna ask why I wet the bed. And she'll probably do it when everyone's listening." Erik smiled to himself. That much was true. Their folks had a knack for being the most embarrassing parents ever. His own mom and dad had actually thrown Erik a "coming out party" when he'd told them he was gay, which had been seriously weird. He was just glad they didn't invite the whole family over for it. "Hey, Erik... Um, whadoo I do?" Justin inquired. He heard more fake snores from the top bunk. "Just tell me." More snores followed. "You actually asleep?" With relief he saw Erik lift his head. "No, you gullible lunkhead, what do you want?" "Not to get in trouble, idiot face." "Sorry, I'm tired," sighed Erik as he flopped back down. "Ok, ok, gawwwwwwwd. I don't... what... is this?" grimaced Justin as he tested out the sticky gunk like it was a dead frog he was poking a stick at. Erik rolled over and eyed him with amusement and some cold-hearted indifference. He'd seen his nephew naked bunches of times, of course. Every summer getting changed for swimming. When they were little, they'd even bathed together. But it was something else altogether when Justin was standing there with his jizz-soaked briefs in one hand, his hard little pecker jutting up from his crotch and a look of adorable confusion on his face. "Well.... Sure, I could help you out, NEPHEW. But you gotta do a couple things for me. Starting with, you have to call me 'uncle' for the rest of the summer." Justin scrunched up his face. "I'm not THAT desperate, math-lete." "Suit yourself, g'night." Justin watched the jerkwad lie back down. For a full minute, he stood there with his hand down his briefs, huffing and puffing with annoyance. "Fine..." But he didn't hear Erik stir. "Fine!" Still nothing. "Uncle Erik..." Erik opened his eyes again. "That's better, nephew. The next thing is, if you want my help, no more being a jerk to me." "Oh, screw you!" Justin fumed. "That how you want to play it? Really? 'Cause otherwise I might have to make sure those sheets of yours wind up in the laundry tomorrow where your mom will find them." The tween glared nastily at him for a long time, but Erik had no intention of backing down. Truth was, he was tired of dealing with Justin's crap. And if there was a way to get the boy to stop being such a pill all the time, the teen felt fully justified taking it. "Fine, you jerk." Erik chuckled. "That wasn't exactly polite. Go on, ask me nicely." Justin sighed and mumbled, "Fn, un rik, nyoo el me pls?" "Louder." Another sigh. "Fine, Unc Rik, can you el me pls?" "I can't hear you, you'll have to speak up-" "Fine, Uncle Erik, can you help me please?" It wasn't the friendliest start, but Erik decided they could work on that. Practice made perfect, after all. If Justin had to keep being polite, maybe it would stick and he'd stop being a little prick. At least it would make the summer less taxing. Erik slipped off the bunk and quietly landed on the carpeted floor. "Okay, nephew, so what you had was a 'wet dream.' Basically, you make spunk now. At night, when you have a sexy dream, you shoot a load unless you've jerked off enough to empty your balls." As he spoke, Erik stripped the sheets off his nephew's bed. He used to have to do this for his own nocturnal emissions, so he had the whole routine down. "That ain't right, your dick hasta touch something like a hand or a pussy," interrupted Justin as he pulled his fingers out of his briefs and held them out like they were radioactive. "Are you questioning the intelligence of your uncle?" asked Erik while tossing the sheets in a hidden cardboard box instead of the hamper. "I'm just sayin' it doesn't make sense-" "Are you questioning the intelligence of your uncle?" Justin sighed, the kind that showed he was annoyed, but not so over the line that it would get him in trouble. "No." "No what, nephew?" "No, Uncle Erik." "Toss your briefs in here and go get cleaned up," the teen told him. Being Justin's uncle had always been sort of a funny joke to Erik. Like, it sounded like he should have some authority over the 12-year-old, but since they were only one year apart, he never seriously tried to boss his nephew around. But it was fun to have a little bit of power to push the brat around for once. When Justin returned from the en suite bathroom, he was wrapped in a towel and looking sullen. As the tween went to get more undies out of his bag, Erik got a wicked little idea. "Don't you want to know how to keep from having those wet dreams?" "There's a way to do that?!" asked Justin, then realizing that sounded totally too eager, he looked up at the ceiling with feigned indifference. "I mean, I can probably guess it, but, whatev, if you wanna just say your way." He hated how his uncle had turned the tables on him - shit, even just getting Justin to think of Erik as his uncle. Agh! But he didn't have a choice. Obviously now that Erik was already in middle school, the dude had the advantage since boys around his age were more experienced. Of course there was no way Erik was falling for that little ploy. "Nah, if you've figured it out, I don't need to bother." He climbed back up into his bunk, once more showing he wasn't in the least bit concerned with Justin's suffering. A couple years ago, when they were closer, he would've only left his nephew twisting in the wind for a couple of minutes before laughing and admitting he was just fooling. But things had changed and it was all Justin's fault. For a few seconds anyway, Justin wasn't budging an inch. "Gaaaawwwwd, if you're gonna be like that, just forget it." He rooted around his duffel bag for a fresh pair of briefs, but then the thought occurred to him he shouldn't mess up more of his underclothes, so he dropped the towel and climbed into bed and thought if the mess happened again it wouldn't be his problem. But then he realized it would be his problem if the dude ratted him out. So Justin sat up and politely tapped the bunk above him. "You win, Uncle Erik. What's the way to stop having wet dreams?" "Well, nephew, come on up here and I'll teach you."