The sitting room was full of smoke. Everywhere Jim looked from his seat, there were small clouds of thin light-blue layers of smoke slowly swirling in the air, which even the shining spears of light that passed through the windows could not penetrate. All in all, Jim felt pretty hot and stuffy. This was normal when the relatives came over for their annual summer holiday to visit them. They would always ask him the same questions, followed by the same disappointing facial expression. Jim played the sequence of this in his mind before waiting for inevitable to happen. And then it did.
"Jim, tell us all what you're doing these days", asked his Auntie who sat cross legged with one hand on her dress and another holding a half-smoked cigarette.
As he steadied himself for a response, he quickly examined the look of his audience. His Uncle and Auntie, like usual gazed at him with a look of hope and curiosity, whereas his two smug older sisters pronounced a small, somewhat evil, smile. His mother and father, like always, looked deadly serious. The only person who didn't look like he was evaluating him was his cousin Tom.
"I'm still trying to get into a computing course at my local college, Mrs Stevens".
His Auntie looked away from him, and straight into the eyes of her sister, as if Jim wasn't there. "Wasn't that what he told me last year?"
Jim's mother looked back at her with a glum face. "He's been trying for a while now but the college says that he needs five GCSEs to get in. If only he'd taken his studies at school more seriously."
His auntie, glanced at Jim and then back at her sister, shaking her head. "If only he'd been a little more like our Tom here. He's in his second year of his computing degree, aren't you Tom?"
With that, Jim stood up and walked out of the room before his cousin Tom could say anything. He was fed up with criticism and so decided to spend his time upstairs in his room. Once there, he closed the door behind him, walked over to his PC, sat down and turned it on. He decided that it was time for a bit of private fun. Once in Windows, he quickly double clicked on his Internet Explorer and waited for his modem to get him on-line. As usual when he was bored, Jim logged onto his favourite porn sites to look at the latest pictures. As he surfed through the assorted of hardcore pictures, he felt his penis stiffen and rub against the inside of his tight blue jeans. He quickly unzipped his zipper to reveal a throbbing, seven inch white uncut cock. Boy, he thought, he desperately needed some sex. A nice, clean bit of female pussy to suck on. As he sat back in his chair and envisioned the fantasy, he grabbed his fat erected cock and ran his hand tightly but slowly up and down, pulling his foreskin back past the head of his penis, and then forwards over it.
"Jim, I..."
Jim's heart skipped a bit as he realised that he had forgotten to lock his bedroom door. Someone had walked in the room and caught him wanking! Who could it be? He turned to see who it was that has caught him. It was his cousin Tom! A bead of sweat, created partly through the pumping of his cock and the pure embarrassment of the situation, trickled down his forehead. "Tom! Oh! Hi...ermm...I didn't hear you there...ermm..." The words he needed so desperately and quickly to get out of the situation abandoned him. A moment of silence filled with pure tension passed before Tom replied.
"Don't worry about it - I just came to see what you were doing. Looks like you're having more fun up here than down there. Can I...join in?"
