Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2024 19:47:26 -0800 From: Jay Spear Subject: Nephew Mark Is On The Make - Part 3 My stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults. This story deals with relationships among male family members. If that fantasy bothers you, stop reading. If you like this story, check out my Patreon! Lots more content there: patreon.com/jayspearstories The Nifty Archive has been a fantastic resource to all of us! Please consider supporting them with a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/. Nephew Mark Is On The Make - Part 3 By Jay Spear The next time I opened my eyes it was daylight. The sheets were rumpled and the bed was empty on the other side. Mark was gone. Good. I didn't need any trouble with his mother. Frankly, I didn't need any trouble with him either. This was way too risky, what he and I had done. And as good as my fucked-out ass felt right now, in the light of day I knew it was not something to repeat. But then the door flew open and Mark strode to the bed. He was naked except for a pair of boxers and a steaming mug in each hand. "`Morning, babe. Nice to see you up." "Babe??" "Yeah, it felt kinda wrong as soon as I said it. But also kinda right too, you know?" "I'm not your babe, I'm your uncle." "I know. That makes it even cooler. Bagged my fucking uncle, didn't I?" He held out a mug. "Here. Coffee. Take it. You look like shit." "Thanks a fucking lot." "I'm definitely into it, though." He tousled my hair, then bent down to kiss me. "Honestly, it's good to see you like this. You're so put together all the time, but now I get the casual, messy you. That's ten times hotter than some kind of airbrushed model perfection. And as you can see, messy gets me chubbed up plenty too." He grabbed the weighty bulge in his shorts. I rolled my eyes and took a big gulp of coffee. Please, caffeine; jolt me out of this. "Whatever, Mark. But thanks for making the coffee. Nothing tastes better after a night of stupid-drinking." "You sure that's all you want to taste, Joey?" He lowered his waistband and let his cock flop out. "Put that thing away. It's right in my face." "If you insist." He pulled his shorts back up and gave me an exaggerated wink. "But you know it's gonna be right back there again later." I sighed. Mark took a seat on the edge of the bed. He slung his arm around and pulled me close. He kissed the top of my head. "Anyway, thanks for last night." "I can't believe that happened. I went to bed and the next thing I know you're fucking me." "No surprise to me. I *knew* you were a bottom." "Shut up. I'm actually vers." "What's that?" I sighed. This child had a lot to learn. "It means I do both. But back to the point. You can't just climb into bed and start fucking a sleeping person." "You can if he wants it. If you both do." He squeezed my arm. "Look, I'm in a frat. If there's one thing I know how to do it's--" "Beer pong." "That too," he grinned. "But I was gonna say fucking. I've got plenty of experience sliding into bed and waking someone up with my cock. And don't tell me you didn't like it." "No. I won't say that." "Good. So you see, I did what I had to do. To show you it wasn't because of a bet. That I kissed you because I wanted to. I did it because I think you're hot. I did it because I'm kinda into you. And because you're into me too." "Yeah, but we're family. It's not supposed to work like that." He shrugged. "Life is weird, you know? Why get hung up about it? Life is about enjoying whatever comes your way. Isn't that what PV is all about? Don't you come here to let loose a little?" He had a point. And maybe he was right. So we had hooked up. A one-time thing to get it out of our systems. Now we could go back to being uncle and nephew. We could move on. "OK. But we can't do this again." "Not right now, you mean?" He pushed me down. Now I was flat on my back and looking up at him. "I dunno...I bet we've got a little time before the girls get up." He bent down to kiss me. Kathy's voice rang out from the hallway. "Joe? Where's your cheese grater? I'm going to make omelettes for us." I froze, but Mark kept right on kissing me. I broke it off and pushed his head to the side. "I'll be out in a minute!" I called out. "Stop it," I hissed at Mark. "Look. I'll go out through the hall and meet her in the kitchen. You go out on the terrace and come back in through the living room. It will be like you've been out there watching the boats or something." "Sneaking around so Mom doesn't find out." He laughed, "I love it." "I've been hiding things from my sister for years. Why stop now?" "That's the stuff, babe. See you later." He tried to give me another kiss but I pushed him off. He left with a wink and strolled out to the terrace. "Joe!" Kathy called out again. "Coming!" I hastily pulled on some clothes and went out to face the day. *** We all sat together at the breakfast table and talked about the weather and our plans for the day. I was pretending everything was normal and I was trying to keep it natural even as I looked across at Mark and thought, *My God, I've had this kid's cock in my ass.* Mark glanced back with sly smiles and the occasional smirk, as if he knew exactly what I was thinking. He pressed his foot against mine under the table. I kicked it away. *** We decided on a tequila tasting excursion outside the city. The package was for four properties, with several tequilas to taste at each. We were lit by the second place and drunk by the third. We talked loud, laughed hard, and everyone was having a good time. "A month ago I was kinda pissed you guys were crashing my vacation, Kath," I confessed. "But right now it feels pretty good." "Joe! No, you should have said something." "Doesn't matter. You're all here now and I'm actually glad you came." I glanced at Mark; he met my eyes. "Really glad." Mark's smile threatened to take over his face. He put an arm around my shoulders. "And we're glad too," he said. "Thanks for putting us up." "And for putting up with us," Kathy added. "It's no problem. I'm having a great time with you guys." I threw back my head and downed the rest of my tequila. "And it all gets easier with every drink." "Asshole," Mark joked. He put me in a headlock and gave me some noogies over nonstop laughter. "Let's get you bombed at the next place so you start to like us better." "Deal." Mark and I walked out arm in arm. I grabbed Kathy and pulled her in too. "I hope I can handle the next place," she said. "I'm getting a little woozy." Woozy or not, Kathy rallied at the last place. We all indulged, even Serena. Kathy had let Serena try little sips of her tastings at the previous places, but here she let Serena have her own tequila flight, with three small pours. It was a good thing everyone was altered. The last thing I needed was Serena and Kathy getting too observant around me and Mark. With each sip, the two of us got more comfortable, much more loose. He kept pushing double entendres and I no longer hid my grins. Mark hooked a foot around my ankle under the table and I let it stay. Two old queens at the end of the bar whispered about us. One raised an eyebrow. "Cheers, boys!" Mark called out to them. "Fuckers are jealous," I muttered to him. "I know," he whispered. "And they're right to be, because I've got the hottest guy in town sitting next to me. Man, I wanna kiss you so bad." "Sounds nice." "I gotta piss," he called out, standing up. "What about you, Joey?" I followed him to the bathroom. Once inside, Mark peered under the stalls to make sure we were alone. Then he pinned me to the wall and began kissing. Mark was open mouthed and sloppy. I was too. We were hungry-drunk, both us breathing tequila fumes into each other as our tongues warred. Mark slid a hand down to my ass and cupped one of my cheeks. "Fuck, Joey, this ass..." he hissed. He squeezed it hard. "Whose ass is it?" "Yours. Your ass." "That's right, babe. All mine. All week." He slipped his hand inside my waistband and worked his fingers down into my crack. He found my bud and started rubbing, working it with little circle motions. He gave it a few taps and felt it pulse back at him. "*Love* that response," he said. He jammed a finger. I winced. "It won't work dry." "Then I'll have to get you wet, yeah?" He took his finger out and tapped my lips. I opened and he stuffed two in. I closed my mouth around them. He pushed in and out, his fat digits punching at the back of my tongue. "Very nice." Mark pulled his fingers out and dove back into my shorts. His middle finger zeroed in on my hole and he pushed it in. I sucked in my breath. "Feeling OK?" I nodded. Mark moved the finger in and out. I squirmed. "Yeah, I've got you now." He leaned in and kissed me while working his finger in and out. I felt like a puppet--completely in his hands, with Mark's fingers dictating my movements. The bathroom door creaked for a split second and then swung open. Mark and I pulled apart, separating just before one of the old queens walked in. The guy cleared his throat loudly and went to a stall. I shrugged my shoulders and Mark gave me a peck on my cheek. "To be continued," he promised. Mark and I stumbled out of the bathroom, drunk on tequila and hormones, our blue balls practically crying underneath our shorts. *** The shuttle took us back and we spent the rest of the afternoon at home. After a short-lived attempt to read or watch TV, pretty much everyone fell into a nap somewhere in the house. We all slept off the tequila buzz. The group rallied by 6:00 to eat some snacks and watch the sunset. It was spectacular as always. I grilled some steaks for dinner and Mark and I split a bottle of wine. "Just water for me," Kathy said. "That tequila was plenty for the day. Maybe for the week." "You've always been a lightweight, Mom." "I don't have your fraternity training, Mark." "Nor my training at the gay bars," I added. "Good for you boys, then. I'm out." After dinner we played card games until the boom of fireworks beckoned us out to the terrace. Over the next hour we caught five or six displays from celebrations down below: weddings, birthdays, the celebration of just another Tuesday. Eventually my yawns overtook my ability to wait for the next set of fireworks. The day, and all the tequila and wine, had done me in. I announced I was going to bed. "Me too," Mark added. "I'm going to crash in Uncle Joey's room. My long legs don't fit on the couch and he's got that big King bed." "That's OK with you?" Kathy asked me. "Don't let him push you around. You've been very generous with your space and Mark can sleep on the pullout in our room if he's so tired of the couch." "Joey already said I could," Mark countered. "It's fine," I assured her, despite being surprised by Mark's declaration that we were now sharing a bedroom. How was this supposed to work? Back in my bedroom, Mark and I brushed our teeth side by side. "You won't need these," Mark said. He slid my boxers down to my ankles. Fucker was already trying to take charge. But my dick rose to half-mast, so I couldn't deny that I liked it. Mark spit toothpaste into the sink and turned to grab me. He rested his hands on my butt. Then he kissed me, long and slow, with minty suds still lingering on his teeth. I gave in and kissed back. Mark's cock swelled in his shorts. He pulled his down too. Our cocks poked at each other. His hands pawed at my butt. "Damn, such a perfect ass!" he exclaimed. "I'm more than just an ass." "Oh, I know," he murmured, kissing his way down my neck. He bit my shoulder. "My god, Uncle Joey. You're the total package." Mark led me to the bed and pushed me down. His muscular body towered over me. "How's this gonna work?" I whispered. "Your mom and sister are awake in the next room." "I have lots of practice," he grinned. "I used to fuck my high school girlfriend in my bedroom while Kathy and Larry watched TV." "She's not watching anything now." "Then you'd better hold back your screaming, huh?" Mark pulled up my legs and he dropped to his knees. Mark pulled my cheeks apart and planted his face in my ass. "What a hot little hole," he murmured. He tongued the perimeter. I whimpered--I'm very sensitive down there--and Mark ate me out with gusto. He licked and nibbled, his tongue teased and thrusted, his fingers rubbed and primed me. He slid one in. "Don't bother with fingers," I told him. "We covered that earlier." "You want my cock then?" I nodded. "So bad." "You got it." Mark stood and loosed a gob of spit. It hit his cock with a thud and he rubbed it down the length. Mark pressed the head against my hole, pushing the head against my opening with small pulses. "You're such a tease, kid." "You're the tease, Uncle. I've been watching you flex that ass at me all day." He continued his insistent prodding, working my hole until it was open and greedy and trying to suck him in. "You want this cock?" "Yes. Please." "You want *my* cock?" I do. I did. I wanted the deliciously dirty sensation of my hunky nephew breaching my hole. Of him looking into my eyes--seeing me for who I was--while he fucked me good. Mark pushed it in. My anal ring gave his cock a good squeeze and then immediately loosened. It was begging for more. Mark stood at the edge of bed and fucked me. I pulled my legs up to my chest, making my chute as open and deep for him as possible. We filled the room with wet squishy sounds. Mark's cock pounded me, with his ballsac slapping my ass a split second later. Perfect syncopation. "Jesus, Mark. You're really good at this." "I love to fuck. And I love watching your face while I do it." We locked eyes. I choked back the moans and whimpers that weren't possible with family in the next room. Especially since we were both family in *this* room. Mark rutted. Beads of sweat ran down his chest. They coursed down his pecs and spread out when they hit the ripples of his abs. Damn. Here was a nineteen year old body, in its muscled-up prime, fucking a man nearly twice his age. It felt deviant. It felt wonderful. "I'm gonna shoot," Mark warned. "Do it." "Yeah?" "Yeah. Put in me." Mark exploded inside me and I let myself go too. I stroked myself. Nearly immediately I jizzed up and across his chest, coating him with splotches of gloppy, white spunk. Mark laughed. "You liked that, huh?" His cock throbbed inside me, trying to dribble out the last of his copious load. "Fuck yeah I did. I do. So keep it inside me. p Please." "You got it." Mark bent down and kissed me, pressing his cum-soaked chest into mine. "I want to fuck you every last night I'm here," Mark whispered. "Yeah, OK. Let's see what we can do." End Part 3. Conclusion coming in Part 4!