Date: Mon, 14 Sep 2009 23:50:24 -0700 (PDT) From: Mark Friedman Subject: There He Blows This story involves incestuous sex between male cousins. If, for any reason, this either isn't your cup of tea or is something you shouldn't be reading, please go do something else. Otherwise, enjoy! This story is totally fictional, and as such, any resemblance to any specific person (living or dead), event, or place is purely coincidental. Copyright is to me, and this story may not be reproduced anywhere without my prior permission. Comments can be sent to forcewielder2000@yahoo.com; flames will be analyzed for comedic value, and may be distributed with humorous editorial comments by yours truly to others who think like me. ~Mark *************** "Mom, I've got studying to do!" I protested. "I'm hardly in a position to babysit anyone." "Bobby, it's Friday, and knowing you, you'll hardly do all that much studying tonight. Besides, Todd's 10 years old. It's not like he needs all that much watching." "Then why am I watching him at all?" "Oh, you know your Aunt Jane – she was always the worrier of the family, and motherhood only increased that. Even when we were young, she was always fretting over something. Yes, Todd's mature for his age, like you are, and you were certainly watching after yourself for short periods of time when you were younger than he is, but she wants him with a `responsible adult' while we're at that PTA function for the evening." "Responsible adult," I said, giving a short laugh. "I'm only 15 myself. I'm surprised she even considered me, and not someone like Susan." Susan was a 22-year-old in the neighborhood who lived in her parents' basement while attending a nearby college. She was known among the teenage guys in the area largely because of her boobs (I don't want to say they're huge, but I've seen hot-air balloons that were smaller). My mom shrugged. "Sometimes she surprises even me. He'll have had dinner before coming over, so you'll just need to make sure he doesn't get into *too* much mischief, or at least the kind that leaves anything you can't clean up before 8:30. Normally, I loathe suggesting using the TV as a babysitter, but considering the size of your DVD collection...well, Todd always did like movies, so I'm sure you'll find *something* to entertain him." That evening Aunt Jane and Todd arrived. Todd came bounding in the front door, looking like an ADHD kid on a sugar high (just for the record, I was *never* that wild at his age, no matter what my mom tells you). "Thanks for watching Todd for me," Aunt Jane said, giving me a quick hug and kiss. "Hey, Bobby!" Todd said, almost bowling me over with a hug. "Hey, Todd," I said, stiffly patting him on the back. I was the youngest among my siblings, but when it came to Todd I could almost understand what it was like having a younger brother. "Be good, you two!" my mom called over her shoulder as she and Aunt Jane headed out the door. "Well, what are we going to do?" Todd asked. "Want to watch a movie?" I asked, remembering my mom's earlier comments. "Sure," he said. "Got any new ones?" Within 20 minutes, I had him in front of the television watching a movie, and I laid down on the couch with the book "Moby Dick." It was something I had to read for English class, and I was most of the way through it. I wanted to get it finished so my mom wouldn't nag me on over the weekend. After a while, Todd suddenly asked me what I was reading, and I told him. "Dick?" he asked, as he started snickering. "The guy's last name is *Dick*?!"" "Moby Dick isn't a guy, he's a whale," I said. "And besides, `dick' didn't mean the same thing back when the book was written as when it does now." "But still, *Dick*?!?!" Todd said, before he fell on the floor in hysterical laughter. "You're weird," I said, rolling my eyes. Todd finished up his little laughing fit after a few minutes, gasping for breath as he flopped down on the floor by me. I didn't give him too much attention until he rolled around and got up on his knees, facing me. Even then I tried to ignore him until he suddenly did something I never thought he'd do. He put his hand on my crotch and started rubbing. "Todd, what are you *doing*?!" I hissed out. "I have a confession to make," he said quietly. "I actually like dicks." "Yeah, that's nice, but you shouldn't go around playing with other guys' dicks," I said, my breathing becoming somewhat ragged. While this was a weird (read: downright bizarre) situation, I was also quickly getting hard under Todd's constant stimulation. "Why not?" Todd asked. "It's just not done!" "Well, then, you're really not going to care for what I'm going to do now," he said. And before I could stop him, he unfastened the front of my pants and pulled it open, shoving my briefs down a bit to allow my hard dick to spring forth from its confines. "TODD!" I shouted out. "You little..." What I was going to say next was lost in a sort of hiss as he bent down and slid my dick into his mouth. He started sucking vigorously as he started playing with my balls. I looked down at his head in astonishment. For a moment, I remembered a line out of Moby Dick: "There she blows!" As he continued to suck, he got up onto me, so that his body was laying across my legs. He then started moving his head up and down, and I started running my hands through his unruly brown hair, no longer caring that this was my own male cousin blowing me off. I don't know how long we laid there, his hot, wet mouth working my dick. Eventually, my semen started blasting into Todd's mouth. I arched my hips up off the couch as I came and came. When my supply of semen was exhausted, I flopped back onto the couch. "You little pervert," I gasped out. "Yes, yes I am," he said with a grin. After a few moments, he said, "You actually have a very nice dick." "Thanks," I muttered. He moved up until his face was level with mine. Then he gave me a huge kiss, right on the lips. He then laid down completely on me, his head next to mine, and he whispered, "How does it feel, kissing lips that were wrapped around your dick just a few moments ago?" "You're not only a pervert, you're weird, too," I said. "I know," he said. After a moment, he added, "I love you, Bobby." "Uh, I love you, too, Todd," I responded with, not really sure what else to say. We laid there for close to an hour until we heard Aunt Jane's car pull into the driveway. Todd hopped off of me, and I quickly fastened my pants back up, grabbing Moby Dick. Both of us tried to act as if nothing sexual had just happened between us as my mom and Aunt Jane walked through the front door. "Hi, guys," my mom said. "Have a good time while we were gone?" "Oh, it was a blast," I said. "Yeah," Todd added. "Well, come on, scout," Aunt Jane said to Todd. "See you," Todd told me as he and Aunt Jane headed towards the door. "See you," I replied.