Date: Thu, 29 Dec 2016 20:45:35 +0100 From: Rick Brown Subject: My Nephew Jaime 3 Please Note: This story of man-boy love is pure fiction and pure fantasy and does not in any way condone actual sexual relations between adults and minors. It is intended for entertainment purposes ONLY. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty please consider making a donation TODAY. The continued existence of this site relies entirely on the generosity of its readers. This story is something I call Conscience Erotica. It attempts to place erotic connections between people in a larger societal context, where the one mirrors the other in a social, and sometimes disturbing, critique. Anything less in my estimation is simply too easy, too simple. Too banal. I'll be the first to admit these stories are not for everyone. "Bend over," I told my nephew Jaime. "Like this?" he asked, intuiting my wishes and bending from the waist. "But put your feet a little closer together," I advised, observing in the process his pretty toes with their cherry-red nails I'd painted on day two of his weeklong stay with me. "And grasp your ankles." The limber ten-year-old instantly obeyed, thereby presenting to me the spread of his pale crack and, just below center, his wrinkled little pink-brown hole. We were in my cabin's shower stall and warm water was raining downÑthough my back was blocking most of it from reaching the doubled-over Jaime. I loved doing it in this position. Back in the day I used to fuck my ex-wife like this, though vaginally and in the tiled shower of a home she now occupied sans me. I think it was her favorite position. The only problem being that, for reasons both physical and psychological, it rendered me susceptible to coming too soon. But oh well, Claire used to scream anyway. I'd fucked other men in this position as well, both in and out of shower. But this was the first time with my nephew, and gazing down at his spread cheeks, and his inviting hole, I just couldn't resist. As I sank to one knee, the water now raining down on Jaime's horizontal back, the incredible eroticism of the moment intersected, strangely, depressingly, with the realization that this was day five of our time together. Tomorrow would be the last full day. The day after that my brother would return, though probably not till late in the afternoon, to retrieve his beautiful boy. I spread Jaime's cheeks even wider with my hands and put my mouth to his hole. I kissed it. I suctioned it passionately and pushed my tongue inside. Jaime's flesh smelled sweet from the peaches-and-cream body wash I'd just finished bathing him with; and his hole, his rectum, tasted clean and sweet from the enema he'd self-administered after breakfast this morning. I'd introduced Jaime to the art of "douching" yesterday, though today I'd left it up to the precocious youth himself. Albeit with the proviso: "Use a towel. Don't make a mess." I was more than happy to turn the process over to my nephew, since being present in a cramped bathroom while someone else cleansed themselves was not something I relished. The enema bag, meanwhile, hung by its hook from the neck of the shower head behind my back, while I rimmed my nephew's delicious hole. Rising, and out of breath, I lubed up my middle finger and pushed it inside Jaime to the knuckles. Since my finger was about half the length of my penis, when fully erect, its depth approximated how deep I'd been penetrating Jaime daily since day two. It astonished me how "roomy" his little rectum had become over the four days, at least to this depth. Now I removed my finger and penetrated Jaime with my lubricated cock to the prescribed point. "Go deeper," Jaime urged, over the rush of water. "No, this is deep enough." "No, deeper," he pleaded. I had hold of my nephew by his narrow little hips. My shoulders rose in concession. I pushed in another inch. I pushed in and felt Jaime's sphincter tighten around my cock like a fist. I could almost feel his grimace as well. But he was a brave boy. He didn't cry outÑperhaps fearing my displeasure. I immediately pulled back until little more than my circumcised head was inside my nephew, and allowed his muscles to unclench before pushing in again. As I say, something about fucking in this position pushes my erogenous zone button almost instantly. I could've cum within a minute of penetration. But I kept stopping and starting up again trying to allay the need, mindful also however that my cabin's hot water heater was only half-size, and fearing the shower water would soon turn tepid, then mountain-cold. "Are you OK?" I asked, during one of my pauses. He answered with a nod. "Am I doing something wrong?" "No, son. Why?" "You keep stopping." "No, that's becauseÉ" I could no longer hold back. My cock was pulsing. I was involuntarily ejaculating. I pulled back to my headÑthat was my intention anywayÑpreparatory to shoving in again, but my spermy, swollen glans popped out and I stared down in amazement watching my sperm shoot both against and in my nephew's partially dilated hole and then ooze down from there to his pendant little balls and drip thickly to water's swirl between my feet. At which I stared as well, open-mouthed, as the pooling shower water revolved my clotted cum to the circular drain where it clung, stubbornly, in silver drain cover's perforations before the force of the water finally consigned it to the darkness below. A single "oh" of disbelief was all I could manage, as what seemed like a freight train raced through my skull. "Are you finished?" Jaime asked. "I'm finished." "OK to stand up?" "Of course, son." And as the boy straightened in front of me my middle finger, still lubed, again found generous hole's opening and pushed in. And as it pushed I could feel my partial deposit of sperm going deeper inside him. "Did you hear that?" Jaime asked, nonplussed by my finger and looking over his bony left shoulder. "What?" I was still in a daze. Though the train was now distant. "That knocking? While we were fucking?" "Don't say fuck. Knocking?" "OK, making love then. At the front door? I think I heard somebody knocking." I ran a wet handÑmy free oneÑover my face. "Really? Who was it?" Had he not still been pinioned by my knuckle-deep finger I think Jaime would've spun fully around to face me, his expression asking, How should I know? I was bent over in the shower with your dick four inches inside of me! "I mean," I quickly corrected, "are you sure? You heard it?" "I'm pretty sure." I removed my finger and wrapped my arms around my nephew. He passed a shiver. "Let's get out of here and dry off," I said. "We've used up all the hot water. And we better get dressed," I added. "You want me in my panties?" Jaime asked, stepping out of the stall as I shut the water off. I'd bought him size 5 girl's microfiber panties to wear at times during his stay. Though only when we were inside the cabin and alone, naturally. "No, your regular clothes. Boy's clothes. We may have a visitor." "Who?" I shrugged. I was standing a step below Jaime now, dripping water on the tile floor. From this vantage my lanky ten-year-old nephew was only a couple of inches shorter than me. I looked at his long, damp hair and at his oh-so pretty face with its smeary, crimson lips. I kissed him. "And make sure you wipe off that lipstick before you show yourself, OK?" I'd barely returned from cabin's front porch, note in hand, when Jaime began undressing in front of the fireplace. He'd worn one of the panties anyway, though up to this moment his tight-fitting jeans had hidden it. "What are you doing?" I asked. Jaime shrugged. Just like that he was down to the baby-blue lace panty and his incongruous salt-and-pepper wool socks, which he lowered himself to a chair to remove. "Nobody was out there, right?" "No, but they might come back." "Then I'll get dressed again real quick," Jaime said with an uncharacteristically bright smile. "I thought you liked me like this?" I looked up from the note I'd just found tacked to my cabin's front door. Jaime's hearing must've been superior to mine. Someone had knocked while we were having sex in the shower. "Darling," I replied, "I do like you like that. I just don't want anybody to see us, that's all." "You mean like the drone that day?" I shuddered, inwardly. On our third day together, while having sex on the bed, or in the spermy aftermath, Jaime had spied something shiny and suspicious hovering outside the bedroom window. I hadn't seen itÑbut based on my precocious nephew's description it sounded like a drone. The question was: friend or foe? And if a camera was attached to its baseÉwas there any such thing as a "friendly" drone? I tried to change the subject. "I was thinking more ofÉthe human kind." Jaime pointed at the note in my hand. "What's it say?" I didn't want to think about it. Instead my mind drifted to an incongruous thought: was my fresh semen oozing out of Jaime's hole at this moment, and staining the seat of the lacy microfiber panty I'd paid $12 a pop for online? "UhÉ," I reluctantly replied. "I have a neighbor down the way?" pointing vaguely. "He owns the adjacent property? Anyway he's looking to sell and he hired some real estate agent who's been flying a radio-controlled drone"ÑThere! That word!Ñ"around taking aerial videos of his property. And the surrounding area. AndÉ" "And you shot it down the day before yesterday." "No I didn't!" "I heard shots. Bam-bam!" "I was justÉunloading into the trees. It's good to fire the thing every so often. I'm not a hunter, soÉ" "You're a drone hunter," my nephew grinned. "Huh?" I was staring at the sweet little clutch of male genitals nested in the base of panty's triangle. So cute! "Now you are!" "No I'm not!" I protested. "And what were out burying the other night after dark, when you thought I was asleep?" "Nothing!" I reconsidered: "A dead animal." "What kind of animal?" "A possum," I decided. "Ew!" Jaime said, nose wrinkling. "I hate possums. They'reÉugly!" I was hoping this had untracked Jaime's train of thought. No such luck. He was already reading at an eighth grade levelÉ "That was the grave, right? We passed when we went on our hike today?" "What grave?" "The fresh dirt? Where I saw you digging the hole the other night when you thought I was asleep?" "I think you were dreaming, son." "I think you're being condescending." (Since when do ten-year-olds know words like this!) "It was a fucking raccoon, OK? Satisfied?" I asked wearily. "I thought you said it was a possum." "It was." "Which?" "A fucking possum!" "Don't say `fuck.' What's the note say?" I thrust the thing out at my nephew. How could a boy who was so compliant during all kinds of sex be soÉcontrary the rest of the time? A smiling Jaime came over to retrieve the noteÑthereby giving me a chance to get in a quick panty fondle. He insisted on reading the note aloud, as if he were playing Hamlet in a grade-school production. Well, junior highÉ Howdy Neighbor! the note read. Selling my property as you know andÉmy agent's been taking some aerial pics and her drone has gone missing. Suspected crash. Know you walk in the woods a lot (OK to walk on my prop., No Problem). If you happen to find the "remains" would you be so kind as to give us a call? She claims the shit is worth like $5,000. A million thanks. --Zack "Wow! Five thousand dollars!" my nephew enthused. "Maybe we could dig it up! Maybe there's a reward!" "I don't want a reward." "So does that mean you really did shoot it down and bury it?" The little prick. I felt like I was playing chess with a child prodigy and had just been "checked" after nine fucking moves. "No it neams I don't meed the money," I replied in tongue-twisted consternation. My nephew, meanwhile, was grinning at me triumphantly from the fake bear's rug in front of the fireplace. God he looked cute in his baby-blue panties. That was his saving grace. Well, that andÉ "Must be nice," Jaime said. "What must?" "Not needing five thousand dollarsÉ" I started to tell my nephew that I would probably be paying for the lion's share of his college education when the precocious time came. Harvard? I resisted, however. "SonÉthe reward is not five thousand. Five thousand is the cost of the lady's equipment. Her drone and shit." "Don't say `shit.' So there really is a reward?" I sighed. "Whatever. What do you want for dinner tonight?" Jaime still wore his mischievous grin. "Your hotdog?" "You already had that." I needed a beer. Several beers in fact. "I'm ready again for it." "I'm not. Sex is like a shotgun, son. You have to have time to reloadÉ" My neighbor's note still fluttered in Jaime's raised hand. "What should I do with this?" "Burn the fucking thing, baby!"