Date: Tue, 4 May 2021 12:49:50 +0100 From: Phil Frame Subject: My cousin Andrew-8 The wetness adorning my cheeks was uncle Roberts cum. He stood there with droplets hanging off his helmet, purple due to the beating it had obviously taken. He took another step towards me, wiped his dad seed against my cheek then bent down to lick it off. I was absolutely paralysed with fear. Did he know what his son and I were up to? How long did he know? What was he planning. Then to snap me back to reality I heard Andrew stir and felt his body move away from mine. Uncle Robert placed his finger to his mouth and told me to be quiet then turned and left the room. Once the door was closed I let out a massive gasp of breath. I'd been too scared to breathe when he was standing there. This noise awoke Andrew from his slumber and he wished me a good morning before getting out of bed. Bending over to get his boxers from the floor I could see his morning wood in it's happy glory. "I'm going for a piss" he said to me and turned and left the room. It was at this time I noticed my own teen member was solid. A combination of morning horn, needing to piss, seeing Andrew hard and feeling daddy seed dried to my cheek. The head of my cock was glistening as Andrew walked back in, his cock in a more suitable state. He put his grip on my shaft and advised I'd better go clear out my bladder and chucked my underwear at me as he took a seat at his desk. I trotted off to the bathroom to take care of morning business. Emptied my bladder, brushed my teeth and ended with a deflated cock. Not fully away but not as stiff as it was five minutes previously. The first piss of the morning always has to be seated otherwise I'd flood the place. When I opened the door to leave there was uncle Robert waiting to get in. Now standing there with a tight pair of Calvins on and a wife beater. His gaze caught mine and I immediately fixed my eyes to the floor as I said morning. By the time I got back into the bedroom my cheeks were on fire. Andrew noticed this instantly and questioned if I was okay. I lied and said I felt like I was getting a cold then started to get dressed. Andrew stretched his legs over onto the bed and whilst still sitting took his right hand to his groin and scratched his balls. This caused some chubbing up to occur which he just chuckled at and said "fucking thing never stays down". Then pulled it out and started to jerk hard and fast. I wasn't paying much attention as I was dressing but I was watching from the corner of my eye. His fist was scrunched tightly and he was pounding hard when he erupted and his cum shot from his cock, into the air and landed on the floor next to my feet. It must've took him all of 2 minutes from being soft to having his orgasm. My own dick was starting to move but I just readjusted myself and thought nothing else. Until the little shit scooped his cum up and brought it to my mouth. "Hopefully this'll help with that cold" he laughed, spooning it into my mouth then went to get dressed. We went about our usual weekend of doing pretty much nothing until we were asked to help wash uncle Roberts car. He drove a Land Rover Discovery so it was a pretty big task. It was just the 3 men (boys) doing the hard work. Aunt Jackie provided the refreshments which in the summer day was severely needed. I began to become aware that my uncle was spending more time on the side of car I was working on whilst poor Andrew worked his guts off on the other side. I noticed Andrews wet t-shirt was sticking to his abs and couldn't help but feel a rise in my jeans. Then he lifted it up over his head and threw it on the ground and letting out a "oh that's better" before getting back to sponging down the car. Uncle Robert took the hint and followed suit, whipping off his own shirt and standing there in his grey shorts that were soaked with soap and water. Both looked at me as if to indicate for me to join them. Then Robert stood behind me, reached his arms round my front, grabbed the waist of my t-shirt and proceeded to lift it up over my head. Every time his fingers grazed my skin, the electrical impulses caused my hairs to stand up all over my back. I was sweating. From washing the car and the heat I was feeling from having this strong hunk of a man strip me. That little stir grew bigger and soon I was having to readjust myself. Excusing myself I headed back to the house and straight to the bathroom. No sooner was the door locked but my trousers and underwear sat at my ankles and my cock was in my hand. Closing my eyes I pictured this mornings antics. Remembering my uncles seed resting against my cheek, watching my cousin just casually have a quick wank, picturing father and son topless and wet from washing the car. I was starting to feel the warmth moving through my body from my balls to my cock and the second I started to blow the lock on the door turned, the door opened and in walked Andrew. Shining his pearly whites he smiled and said "dad sent me to help but I see I'm too late for that". Then he knelt down and licked the cup from my hand and cock. "Hmmmm" he groaned. Should uncle Robert get involved? You let me know the direction I should take. And remember! Donate to nifty.