(Hey guys! I am so so sorry for going ghost on you guys! I just HAD to focus on school for a while. But I think I am back now! Anyway, here is the first part of a new series I am thinking of doing. Let me know what you think.)
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I have always had a thing for men I wasn't supposed to have. The thrill of reaching beyond boundaries and taking what I wanted was always so thrill inducing I couldn't stand it. Honestly, I may have liked the seduction more than the sex itself. Getting those men to submit to me, to give in, felt euphoric.
The first of these men was my very own uncle. He had come to live with my family for a while a few years ago when he lost his job. Unmarried, with two daughters that lived with their mother, he was quite the loner. I think having to live in a house populated with other people for once made him uneasy.
Despite his uneasiness, my uncle had real difficulty finding footing in the job market, so he was forced to stay for an extended amount of time. The state of his career was really uncertain, and he became a little depressed. He found comfort in video games, which I found funny. Imagine how pathetic that would have seemed. A grown man, previously employed in a very professional career, living with his sister's family, staying up all hours of the night in order to play video games. But I wanted him.
It started one night when I was up late, studying for a midterm. Statistics isn't my strongest subject, so I needed the extra practice, and I tend perform better under pressure anyway. It was late, probably close to 2 a.m. when I finished. I went to the bathroom and, after finishing my nightly routine, I headed to bed. As I walked up the stairs, I ran into my uncle. He was shirtless, in his permanent pajama bottoms, his hair messy. He budged past me, whispering gruffly as he head downstairs, and for some reason it just clicked. I consciously wondered for the first time what it would be like to run my tongue over his nipples, to feel him arch into my hand when I shoved it against his hard, throbbing cock. I almost turned around and went after him right then and there, but I held myself back.
These new thoughts made my dick ache in my shorts and I wanted nothing more than to corner him in the kitchen and try to fuck him right then and there, but I was also a little freaked out by how turned on I was by these ideas. I locked myself in my bedroom and immediately dropped my pants, throwing them onto my bed. Spitting roughly into my right hand, I got on my knees on my bed, ass in the air as I jerked myself harshly, two fingers in my ass. I thought of my uncle touching me, running his hands reverently on my young, toned body, pushing his tongue deep inside me and fucking me and being fucked by me. In an embarrassingly short amount of time, I was cumming. Cum splattered all over my pants, and I nearly blacked out. Afterward, I lay there shaking, back still arched, as I tried to catch my breath.
I felt fucking alive after that moment. It was like I had been awakened from sleep, and I suddenly saw all the new possibilities in my sexual life. I knew I had to have him, to confirm that this was something that I could do more than just think about. I needed the real thing.
The problem is, how on earth does one seduce a relative, especially a relative who has never been anything but straight? I had no idea if it was even possible to get my uncle into bed. But this urge, it compelled me. It told me that there was nothing I couldn't achieve. And so, I plotted.
It started very casually, as such things always seem to. I spent more time around him, to start with. Honestly, before I figured out that I wanted to fuck him, I was not close to my uncle. We barely said two words in passing in the halls of my parents' house, and I won't even mention family get togethers. I started saying "hey", and making a point of getting skin to skin contact going when I would move past him. No big deal, and if he ever became curious about this he never said a word.
My uncle's sleep schedule was both a blessing and a curse. On the one hand, I often had to stay up late into the night just to get any time with him. On the other, I got to interact with him without worrying about making my parents suspicious. I would wait until I heard him going down the stairs at night for one of his frequent trips to the bathroom or the kitchen, and follow shortly after. Eventually, I started doing this enough that he noticed.
"Isn't it a little late for you, Michael?" He asked me one night when I came into the kitchen to get a 'snack'.
"Nope. Stats is really kicking my ass this semester. I've become a bit of a night owl, really." I replied, rummaging through the fridge and trying to find something that would-
Bingo. The orange juice was somewhere between one third and one half full, and I 'accidentally' knocked it over. My uncle, standing near me, leaped back as the carton spilled heavily onto the floor.
"Fuck. Grab some paper towels." I immediately crouched down and stood the carton up. The mess was sizeable. I turned around just as he came to stand behind me. I was nearly level with his crotch, looking up at him. I felt heat all over my body when I saw him staring at the sight.
"You going to give it to me?"
He looked confused for a moment, before realizing that he was holding a roll of paper towels. He handed them to me, and said goodnight before leaving. There was something about the way his shoulders were set that made me feel like he was tense about something, and I felt worried that I had pushed too far too early on.
I left him alone for several nights, partly for my own benefit. My focus on my uncle had led me to getting less sleep, and Stats really was threatening to be a problem this semester. I found myself fantasizing in class about my uncle sucking my cock, his cheeks hollowed as he bobbed up and down. I would have entire sections of my notes blank from lack of attention. I masturbated daily, conjuring every fantasy I could in the hopes of making things easier on myself, but above all was that constant need to see him, touch him sexually.
My big break came in the form of video games. Weeks had passed since I had begun my little 'mission' and a highly anticipated new title had been released in preparation for Christmas being around the corner. My uncle was obsessed with the series. It was the latest installment of the very first series he had gotten into after moving in with us. When he went to pick up his copy at the midnight release, I volunteered to go with him. We laughed and joked through the car ride, and eventually the line at the store.
"There really weren't that many people waiting tonight. Weird." He said on the ride home.
"It was cold tonight. Most people wouldn't care enough about a video game to stand in below zero weather for several hours." I said, laughing. He looked at me appreciatively.
"Thanks for coming with me tonight."
