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Subject: The Sexcapades of Uncle Drew and Ian 2 The phone rang as I sat on my couch and surfed Netflix. There was bound to be something interesting going on. Even if it was a Tuesday night. I answered. “Hello, sis, how’z it going?” “Well, fine, except for one thing.” “Uh-oh, what’s wrong?” “My husband took one of those testosterone injections and he’s feels wildly horny. Truthfully, so do I.” “I’m afraid to ask where you’re going with this,” I said, taking another long swig of my beer. “Can Ian stay with you tonight? We’re gonna get loud.” My sister was never a shy person when it came to sex. She’d likely be alright if Ian and I got a little loud ourselves tonight. But best not mention it, just in case. My mind immediately wondered to Hayden, a few doors down. Hmmm. If he wasn’t busy, maybe he was in the mood to sneak out for a threesome. What 13 year old boy would turn that down? (I have that relationship origin story written. Email me if you want it.) I knew Ian would be fine with staying with me. In fact, he was probably more excited than me. Since our dalliance at our last “sleepover,” I went to a pool party at his house. I’d slipped into the bathroom in the master bedroom suite. As I emerged, I saw movement from the far side of the bed. I knew who it was, but played along, “Who’s there? Is it a g-g-g-ghost?” I heard his childish giggle. He stood up. Topless, he was wearing his swim trunks. Big, baggy, boyish trunks with a green lantern logo encircling the front. It was basically a target for me to home in on. “What are you doing in here?” I asked. I could hear the faint chatter and music of the family party going on just outside. They were so close. My sister, her husband Ryan, several cousins, aunt Bea, and great aunt Eunice all hanging out poolside under the warm Arizona sunshine, palm trees, and baby saguaro cactus I’d helped plant last winter. Mere feet away. He stood silently, with a wide smirk on his face, letting me draw my own conclusions. “We can’t. I said. Not here.” He walked over to a door and clicked on a light switch. He opened the door to a large, walk-in closet. He walked inside and turned around. There was a yoga mat unrolled on the floor. Damn this kid knew how to get in a guy’s swimsuit. “Everybody is outside.” I protested. “Then hurry up,” he said whipping his trunks to the floor and kicking them off to the side. I marveled at his thin, nerdy, just this side of scrawny, super sexy body. He was already sporting a hard on. I was powerless. All thought of propriety left my brain and I beheld his body, completely naked and desiring only my touch. I went in the closet and istanbul travesti closed the door behind me. Instinctively, I sank to my knees and took a deep breath. I could smell the pool water and sunshine radiating off of him. I could see the prickly fuzz of his pubic hair growing in and his tidy little balls hanging below his rigid dick. His voice hadn’t changed yet, but I knew it was getting close. I looked up at him and gazed into the enormous black pools of his dilated pupils surrounded by the emerald irises of his bright green eyes. I returned my gaze to his genitals and wrapped his penis in the warm, wet embrace of my mouth. He gasped slightly as I sucked on him. I could hear his breath getting heavier and faster. I pulled off. “Just because we have to hurry doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy it.” I said. I slid off my own shorts and laid down on the yoga mat. He stood over me, surveying my fully naked body spread out for his pleasure and to do his bidding. He straddled my chest and went down on me. His little rosebud winked at me as he moved up and down. I craned my neck and took a few swipes at his hole. It tasted, as I expected, like a glorious combination of boy and pool with notes of sunblock that had likely washed down from his back. I could feel myself getting close. I pulled him off. He wiggled around and faced me. He leaned in and kissed me. He was a delicate and great kisser. He moved a little deeper and I felt his tongue exploring mouth as his still ram rod hard dick pushed into my stomach. We kissed for quite a while, enjoying the added level of intimacy between an 12 year old nephew and 32 year old uncle. He broke the kiss and slid himself up my body until his dick slid into my mouth and he started face fucking me. I could feel his balls gently touching my chin as he thrust in and pulled out. We were both so lost in ecstasy that we didn’t hear the closet door open. Ian was the first to notice. He leapt off me and dove into the rack of clothes that lined the closet wall. I looked up at the surprised but not angry face of my brother-in-law, Ryan. He was a lithe runner who had been an army ranger back in the day and maintained that regime through the present. He was pure, graceful muscle. “Shit,” I said and stood up. “Not so fast.” He said, blocking the doorway. “I have to go.” I said in full-on panic. “If it looked like you were forcing yourself on Ian or hurting him, I would kill you where you stand, but Ian seemed pretty on board with what you were doing.” I nodded, knowing he knew a 1,001 ways to kill a naked guy crouched in a closet. “I started it,” Ian said from behind kadıköy travesti a pair of his mother’s Lulu Lemons, “I like having sex with Uncle Drew. He makes me feel awesome.” “Is that true, ‘Uncle Drew?'” I nodded again and swallowed hard. My future was in his hands. “Are you going to call the cops?” I asked. “No.” He replied, “But in exchange for my silence, I’m going to need something from you.” “Okay,” I readily replied. “Well, I’m not one to cock block my own kid, so how about you finish sucking him off while I fuck your ass?” “Absolutely.” I replied. While he went to the nightstand to get some lube, I knelt back on the floor. Ian and I exhanged a “Holy shit” expression. He crept out from behind the clothes and looked at me with a wild expression of horror. “We have too or he’ll get me arrested.” Ian nodded. He knew I could be in big trouble. He sheepishly reinserted his now soft dick in my mouth. I resumed sucking Ian’s dick. His Dad, my brother-in-law, came back, naked, with a hard on sporting lube. He was a good looking guy normally, but stark naked and looking to fuck me made him that much hotter. Ian pulled back. “Are you sure about this?” Ian asked. “No, but I’m kind of stuck.” I replied. Ian leaned down and whispered in my ear, “He’s my dad.” “I know. Believe me, I’m aware.” We both looked at him. A cloud of uncertainty passed over his face as he realized what he was proposing to do. Then the cloud passed, the moment was neigh. “Have you put your dick in your Uncle Drew’s butt before?” Ryan asked. “Yes,” Ian croaked. Ryan smiled, “You both look nervous. What can I do to break the ice? Drew, meet Sergeant Ryan.” He motioned to his glistening rod. “Hello Sargeant,” I said, half joking. “Hello,” Ian chimed in. “I used edible lube, Drew. What conclusion can you draw from that?” “You want me to suck you first.” “For starters.” “First?” Ryan sat cross legged on the floor. “Since Ian is a expert uncle fucker, I want to watch.” “Okay. Ian?” Ian looked at Ryan. “Don’t look at him, look at me.” I said. His eyes shifted to me. I sucked Ian a bit more, but he was so freaked put he was having trouble. “Just relax and close tour eyes.” He complied and I felt him getting harder. I knew the moment was upon us. I laid on the floor. Ian pulled a large body pillow from the depths of the closet and I positioned myself on it. Ian took a deep breath and got between my legs. He put his wet dick against me and pushed. He was small enough that it slid right in. He gasped at the pleasure. He kept his eyes glued to mine. I could tell he was nervous at having an bakırköy travesti audience, but was determined to impress Sergeant Ryan. “That’s enough of that,” Ryan said. He was still cross legged on the floor. “Drew, suck my dick while Ian fucks you like a dog.” Ryan had me down on all fours sucking his dick while his son got in position. Ryan had nice, wiry black pubic hair that wrapped around my face. Normally, I prefer a cleaner shave, I wasn’t in a position to complain. His dick was a respectable 7.5 – 8 inches cut. Big enough I’d feel it, but he was unlikely to maim me with it. “He looks like he got distracted,” Ryan commented looking at Ian’s junk, “Bring him over here and I’ll wake him up again.” Flabbergasted, Ian complied and Ryan took his kid’s dick right on in. While I couldn’t see his face, I’m sure Ian’s expression said, “What the actual fuck is happening here?” Satisfied that he’d fluffed Ian sufficiently, Ryan instructed him to fuck me. Ian got behind me and slowly pushed his way in. I could feel the growing pressure and Ian’s narrow fingers pressing into my lower back as he steadied himself. I kept sucking as I felt Ian fully insert and begin rhythmically sliding in and out. I could feel the warmth and manilness radiating from Ryan’s crotch, legs, and abdomen. Ryan’s dick was expanding and I could taste the salty precum starting to flow. He took my shoulders and pulled me off. Ian kept at it. I could feel him getting bigger and moving faster. I heard the gasp and felt though pulsing throb of his dick as he released inside me. Gasping and panting, he rested against my back. I looked over my shoulder at him. “Good boy,” Ryan said, “Now put your trunks on and get back to the party. It’s my turn.” Ian obediently put his swim trunks back on and slipped out, closing the door behind him. As soon as we were alone together, I looked at Ryan. “I assume you’d like to finish.” I joked, trying to break the tension. “At the end yes, but first, there are a few things a woman can’t do.” My eyes bugged out as Ryan tossed me a tube of lube and spread his legs. …. I hobbled back to the party and took a big piece of cake. While Ryan was a gorgeous man, he sure took his pound of flesh that day. Ryan came out shortly behind and cannonballed into the pool, flooding all slides to the delight of everyone. Ian laughed and squealed with joy. ….. “Drew? Are you there?” My sister asked. “Sorry.” I replied, sipping my beer and snapping me out of my reverie of my recent dalliance. “Earth to Drew. Can you come pick up Ian and he spend the night with you?” “Yeah, I can be there in 15 minutes.” “Can you feed him? I didn’t have time to fix dinner.” “Sure,” I said, “I’m sure there something around here he’ll eat.” I hoped she didn’t get the double entendre *** I hope you enjoyed this next chapter. I have some story ideas, but would love to hear yours. Drew

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