Date: Wed, 24 Jun 2020 16:59:59 +0100 From: blackmoon56@protonmail.com Subject: Identical Twin Nephews Identical Twin Nephews By BlackMoon56 It's every boy lover's dream to have twin nephews -- and for me, that's a dream that's very much a reality. What's more, my brother's boys, Ben and Dan, are absolutely gorgeous. Nine years old; with blond, floppy hair, cornflower eyes, dimpled cheeks, and the kind of bubbly personalities that even the most hardened of grouches would find impossible to resist. Suffice it to say that I've doted on those two little soldiers from the very day they were born -- back when I was still in my early twenties and living with my folks. It wasn't until I had a place of my own, however, about three years back, that I was finally able to spend serious alone time with them though; by which time my brother and sister-in-law were only too happy to get enjoy the occasional day on the weekend without them. I'd be lying if I said there wasn't some kind of latent sexual attraction on my part towards them, even then; but I was always determined to be a good uncle, no matter what my more intimate parts might be steering me towards. As such, the time that we spent together as a threesome was always good-hearted and innocent; with the two lads only too happy to eat pizza, watch kids' TV, romp around on the floor, and generally enjoy a carefree, fun existence in my presence. In more recent times, however, I have to admit that I've found spending time with them increasingly difficult. Not because I don't like them -- geez, nothing could seriously be any further from the truth! But because I found ignoring my primitive urges towards them increasingly impossible to counter. In reality, they seemed to want to spend more and more of their free time with me, which in one respect was a real honour and testimony to my role as a good uncle. But seeing them grow older -- not to mention ever more physically appealing -- simply made my own personal torment all the more infuriating. So much so, in fact, that in recent times I've found myself sneaking away to my bedroom to relieve myself whenever they've been around. Which brings us to something that happened a few weeks ago, when our uncle-nephew relationship changed inadvertently forever. As seemed so often the case in recent times, I'd had to find a private half-hour during the course of a weekend in their company; pushing a couple of bags of chips in front of them, and taking myself to the privacy of my bedroom to unleash the raging shaft of man-meat that I'd got stashed inside my pants. Indeed, before I knew it I was laid out on my bed, half-naked, and running my clenched fist up and down my meaty, uncut cock with the kind of gusto that only raw lust can truly provoke. I would only be a few minutes, I thought, as I quivered to the thought of those two young beauties sat together downstairs -- indeed, I very much doubted that they would even so much as notice that I wasn't around. Before they'd realised I'd popped upstairs I'd have shot my load, cleaned up, and returned to the normal, loving uncle that they clearly believed I always was. That was what had always happened in the past, after all; and there was nothing to suggest that today would be any different. I'm not too sure what went wrong. Maybe I took a little more time than I had expected, or that I was used to. Or maybe I made the mistake of closing my eyes to enjoy the full, perverse depths of my wank-bank as I stroked. Whatever the reason, my enjoyment was suddenly and unexpectedly interrupted by the abrupt realisation that I was no longer alone in the room, and that a pair of handsome blue eyes were staring at me as I pulled and tugged on my angry ramrod. "Uncle Brett," Dan suddenly exclaimed, tearing me from my ecstasy, "are you okay ...?" To say that I bolted upright as I desperately tried to cover myself with the duvet is to understate the obvious. In truth, I was absolutely mortified by the realisation that my one nephew had been watching me pleasure myself; and I could feel my cheeks literally smoulder with embarrassment. "Dan!" I stuttered. "Dan, I ... yes, I'm ... Dan, what are you doing here? I thought ..." "It's alright," he continued, stepping forward, "I was just worried that's all ..." I tried to calm my breathing. "Uncle Brett was just having a few moments to himself," I explained -- as if I was a third person in the conversation. "Were you playing with yourself?" the young lad continued. "Is that what you were doing?" "Well, yes ..." I stuttered on. "I suppose I was. I was playing with myself ..." He stepped a little nearer still -- at which point I noticed that there was a distinct bulge in his shorts, perhaps indicating that he had enjoyed my performance much more than I would perhaps have ever anticipated. "Daddy plays with himself sometimes ..." he continued. "He does?" I gasped, unsure as to where this was leading. "Yes, he tells me and Ben that he needs a bit of time to himself sometimes," the boy explained. "But I know what he does ..." "You do?" "I've seen him. Ben hasn't, but I have ..." "I see," I retorted, wishing to get dressed as quickly as possible so that this somewhat embarrassing situation could be put to an end forthwith. "Uncle Brett ..." "What, Dan?" "Can I watch you please?" I was taken aback. "Watch me? What do you mean?" "Can I watch you play with yourself?" It was exactly the sort of question I would have loved to have heard in my fantasies; but somehow it just didn't feel right in terms of the reality that we found ourselves in. "Dan, I really don't think --" "Dad squirts this white stuff out of the end of his dick ..." "He does?" I exclaimed, somewhat naively, before realising what I had said. "He does ..." I repeated. "Yes, I suppose he does ..." "Please, Uncle Brett ..." he pleaded. "Please what?" I quipped. Again, my mind whizzing around in confusion. Dan stepped right up to edge of the bed. "Please, Uncle Brett. I want to watch you cum." Almost at once I realised that this one nephew of mine was nowhere near as boyish and innocent as he would ever have had anyone believe. Indeed, I suspected he'd followed me upstairs knowing exactly what I was going upstairs for. Even so, he was just nine years old. There was no way on this earth I was going to agree to his request. He was my brother's son, for God's sake ... "Please, Uncle Brett," he repeated -- his doe-like eyes almost tearing the soul out of my body. "Dan," I explained, "I don't think that would be appropriate. Do you?" "Daddy thinks it is ..." he smirked. "He even lets me suck it sometimes ..." At which point any hope of resistance was completely shot down in a stroke! From the author: thanks for reading - hope you enjoyed it. Let me know if you want me to continue. Would also love to chat to anyone who has the same kind of tastes and would like to explore them together. Email: blackmoon56@protonmail.com Wickr: blackmoon56