Date: Wed, 13 Oct 2021 11:11:51 +0000 From: awb_1971 Subject: My Uncle, My Brother and Me All the usual disclaimers apply. The following story is entirely fictional and contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adult males and teenage boys within a family setting. READ NO FURTHER if you are under the age of eighteen or offended by such material. This is a fantasy only, a safe place to revisit memories of burgeoning sexuality. I do not condone in any way the sexual exploitation of minors. Keep such fantasies in the imagination only. Please donate to nifty.org (https://donate.nifty.org). It is the only way to keep this site up and running. Any feedback please to ab44_@hotmail.com My Uncle, My Brother and Me. Chapter One. As I laid there, my Uncle's cock slowly shrinking in my mouth, my cum drying on his leg, my brother's cum in my ass, I wondered how had got to be so lucky, so very lucky. I was fourteen, I think, when this memory was set. My brother Doug was just sixteen, and always horny. My Uncle is a lot older than us, but so hot, and I loved him so much. How did I get this lucky? It started as not lucky at all. I'm Mike. Mikey. My parents died in a car crash shortly after I was born. I don't remember them at all. And, Doug barely does. After their deaths we went to live with my mum's brother, Uncle Edward, and his wife Joan. Joan left a few years ago, after a lot of crying and shouting. Don't really know what it was about, maybe my Uncle couldn't keep up the pretence any more and told her he was gay. But I'm getting sidetracked. Back a few years to when I was nearly twelve. I shared a bedroom with my brother, Doug. He was just fourteen and had discovered wanking. I wondered what he was doing at night with his hands so active under the covers. His breathing would get faster and with a stifled moan, he would go all still for a moment, then rummage around under the sheets. Shortly after a pair of pants from that day would be flung into the laundry. Once I looked at these pants the next morning when he wasn't looking, and they were stiff with something I didn't understand. It was the early 1980's, so no internet, and 11 year olds did not know about cum in those days. One night when my brother's sheets were bucking like a mad bronco, I switched my bedside light on and called across, `What are you doing?' `Fuck off' he replied and continued. `Tell me!' I whined in that eleven-nearly-twelve-year-old way that is just so annoying. `I'm wanking' he said. `What?' `Fucking hell, look.' He threw back the covers and I could see his near naked body laying on his back, his pyjama trousers below his knees, his top rolled up exposing his smooth white belly and chest. His penis was stiff and upright, as mine sometimes was, but his 5 inches was so much bigger than my little 3 inches. I could see it had a bush of hair at the base. He gripped his cock and started to move it up and down, his back arching in pleasure. `It's really nice to do' he said, `but you can't make cum yet.' `What's cum?' I asked. `Its when stuff comes out of your cock.' `What like wee?' `No, really no, sooo much better. Now shut up and let me finish.' He looked across, his eyes glinting. `You can watch if you like.' I did like, and I could feel my cock getting harder in my pyjama bottoms as I watched my brother wanking himself off. My hand went down the front of my pyjamas and I imitated my brother. It did feel nice. My brother's breathing got harder and faster, so I knew from experience something was going to happen. His back arched, his cock seemed to expand in his fist and gobbets of thick white stuff shot out of the end landing on his chest, his chin and in a final spurt, dribbled down his cock and into his pubic hair. After a few moments he grabbed his pants, which he had by his side, and mopped up the sticky gobbets, and then threw the pants at me. `There' he said, `that stuff is cum. I sniffed it. It smelt odd, but kind of nice. Musky. Sexy. I threw the pants into the laundry. He turned and looked at me `Did you like watching that?' he asked. I nodded. `And did you like sniffing my cum?' I nodded. `So I see' he said, nodding towards the bulge in my pyjama bottoms. He smiled. `Now turn the light out and get some fucking sleep.' Chapter Two The following night Doug didn't turn his light out. His naked body lay clear for me to see, his cock stiff, casting a shadow on the wall from the bedside lamp. I could see his body in full detail. I had never really thought about him as a person, just an annoying brother, but my eleven-year-old eyes, and dimly emerging sexuality, suddenly saw him as sexy. My eyes wandered from his engorged cock down to his feet, back up, past his narrow thighs, contracting and lifting as he wanked himself, and up to his chest with its two tiny nipples. My cock was, if it was possible, harder than ever this time, and my hand wasted no time rubbing it until I shuddered with a pleasure I didn't understand, but really liked. Doug seemed to like the audience, and his orgasm (as he told me after it was called) seemed even more dramatic, with his cum landing on the headboard behind, on his nose and chin, and one spurt landed neatly on his nipple, making it shine. He mopped up, grinned at me, and climbed under the sheets, turning his light off. This continued far a few nights, maybe a couple of weeks, until the night of my twelfth birthday. I had a great day, cinema, bowling, dinner at a family restaurant (a Harvester, I think, for those of us that remember them) with lots of ice cream. Doug had bought me some sweets, which was nice, but a bit lame. Uncle Edward had bought me new bike, all shiny and red, with drop handlebars and really thin tyres. I was thrilled. After we had gone to bed, Doug started his usual show, but then stopped. `Birthday treat' he said, beckoning me over. I walked over to the bed and stood next to him, `Put your hand around my cock.' I did as I was asked. It was nice, so firm, yet soft, so warm, and throbbing like a wild thing in my fist. `Wank me, like you see me do.' I slowly pulled my fist up and down his shaft, feeling the veins and shape of the thing. `That's nice.' He said. He closed his eyes, and I continued to pump his cock slowly. After a minute Doug said `Faster. And grip a bit more, but not too much.' I gripped more and pumped him faster, gradually increasing the speed. His groans told me all I needed to know - he was liking it. My cock was straight up and had poked out the loose-fitting pyjama bottoms. I wriggled a little so the fabric would rub the tip a little. This gave me an idea, and I reached over with my free hand and rubbed the tip of Doug's cock as I wanked him with the other. His breathing got faster, and his back and thighs arched, his cock pumping my fist as much as I was pumping for him. `Fuck, fuck, fuck, fucking hell, I'm gonna cum' moaned Doug. I pumped his cock so hard my hand was a blur. It swelled in my hand, cum flying out in all directions, landing on the bed, my brother's chest and legs, and most excitingly, me; a gobbet of Doug's cum had landed on my lips. I instinctively licked them. The flavour was nice, if not what I had expected. We mopped up between us, Doug said `Happy Birthday Mike', and grabbed for my crotch area, rubbing my hard cock for a moment. `Sleep' he commanded, and the lights went off as I climbed into my bed, my wrist aching from the wanking, my memory focussing on the sight of my brother's nakedness, his writhing body, the taste of his cum.