All characters are above the age of 18.
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I'm a Thanksgiving baby and finally turned 18 a couple weeks ago, but nothing has changed. Jared still treats me like I'm only his ward. Sure, due to certain circumstances, he's been my legal guardian and I've been living with him since I was like 13. He's been the most supportive person and best role model I could have had. But we're not related by blood, and I'm an adult now! He's only 29. Under some categorizations, we even count as the same generation, sort of. Though, I secretly like that he's older. Boys my age are so unappealing. I want a man to take care of me. And Jared is just soooo hot! And caring. And should only be mine. I love his attention more than anything. I've always hated thinking of him with other guys. I remember he went on dates when I first moved in, but he's been more stealthy about it I suppose, because I couldn't remember any dates he's been on recently. And I wanted it to stay that way.
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Jared loved buying me things. He wasn't one to spend much money usually, but he loved spoiling me in every way. He had just gotten me a whole bunch of wonderful gifts for my birthday, but now I wanted to ask him for something I couldn't before.
I cornered him in the hallway. I had to tilt my head up, because he's so tall. "Hey, Jared, I have something to add to my Christmas list! I need new underwear. Can you get me some?"
He paused. I could get lost in his beautiful blue-green eyes. "Luca baby, aren't you old enough to get your own underwear?"
"I'm so busy with school stuff, and you know my size. Plus, I like wearing what you choose!"
"But underwear..."
"It's not like you haven't before!" He opened his mouth for a rebuttle, but I continued, "And I want cute colorful ones. And make sure they're form fitting. You know, so they don't slide around." I couldn't tell if he was buying this or not.
"Mhmm," he made a noncommital sound, but a few days later, I noticed underwear catelogues open in tabs on his computer.
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A week later, we spent Christmas Eve dinner at his parent's house as we always do. Because he's so responsible and always taking care of me, I still found it funny that Jared was the youngest in his family!
He had two older sisters who were already married with cute little babies and toddlers, who I loved to hold and play with. The sisters always treated me like family, though I think they saw me as a younger brother too rather than a nephew. Jared's parents also spoiled me rotten.
"I'm their favorite son!" I'd always joke, and his parents would adamently agree, as they hugged and overfed me. Jared would groan that he's been forgotten but only in a joking manner. A couple years ago, I had felt bad about it, so I appologized to him for what I said. He had immediately shut down that train of thought. He said he adored that his parents and family also love who he loves the most in this world, me. I've felt warm and tingly since.
This year was a great Christmas Eve dinner as always! The food was delicious, and my cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing. Jared's father gifted me a gorgeous watch as a Christmas gift, saying I'm a man now, and every man should have a classic watch. It was awesome. I hugged and thanked him. I gossiped with the sisters and helped Jared's mom clear the table after dessert. I returned happy and tummy full and slept like a baby that night.
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The next morning, I woke up at 9 am (earlier than usual for me on vacation) and jumped out bed. I brushed my teeth and put on fluffy red and green socks. I ran into Jared's room and jumped on his bed.
"Wake up! Wake up! It's present time!"
"Aren't adults supposed to sleep in more?" he grumbled and threw an arm over his eyes. I was constantly reminding him I'm an adult now, so he was using my words against me!
Jared was usually an early bird, but we had gotten back pretty late from his parents' and while I had slept on the car ride home, he was obviously driving. And after I fell asleep, he probably set out my presents. We still did it the old fashioned way, because otherwise I could tell what he had gotten me, since he's so bad at wrapping presents.
"But I thought you said I'd always be your baby?"
"Yes, youre right."
I took the opportunity to look over his perfectly sculpted body. He was shirtless and the sheets were twisted around his hips, just covering his... buldge! Oh Christmas was starting out great already.
"Fine, I'll cuddle with you until you're ready to get out of bed.
"Thank you, baby."
I laid against him, my head on his shoulder, and was able to feel his morning wood against my hip. Hmmm. I shifted slightly, getting more comfortable, rubbing directly against it, and Jared gasped.
"Okay, I'm awake now! Let me get washed up, and I'll meet you downstairs?"
I giggled and skipped downstairs, excited.
He took a few minutes more than he usually would to join me. I imaged he relieved himself. Hmm maybe I should have laid with him longer.
We took a few pictures for memories, then I dove into presents. Sometimes when people's birthdays are close to big holidays, they get two for one presents, but Jared never skimped on mine! And I loved everything.
"Oh, theres another for me in the back!" I got on my knees, butt in the air, slightly swinging knowing Jared was looking, and reached for it behind the tree. It was full and made a plopping noise when I set it in front of me.
Jared gulped and said, "You can open that one later in your room."
"No, I want to now!" I ripped it open. I know it's a little wasteful, but ripping wrapping paper is so fun and satisfying! Oh, there were like 20 different pairs of underwear in every color.
"I couldn't decide what would look best on yo- I mean what you'd like best, so... there's a lot."
I pulled out a few. "They're so cute!" So many different designs and all bright colors I like to wear. "Do you think they'll look cute on me?"
"Yes, of course." His eyes followed my fingers tracing them.
"Thank you so much for all my presents!!" I ran and jumped on his lap, hugging him tight and kissing his cheek enthusiastically. He laughed and hugged me back.
I pulled out his presents from under the tree and dumped them in front of him. "Your turn!" He was more careful in opening them and folded the saved paper in a stack on the side. He liked all the stuff I got him, too. He wasn't picky, but I tried to spoil him as much as he did me, even though, technically, I bought everything with his money. He wouldn't allow me to have a job, saying my job is to be a good student. I made him proud with all As in all my AP classes.
The rest of our day was spent in our usual Christmas tradition: watching Hallmark movies all day on the couch!
He made us hot cocoa with extra chocolate.
"Mhmmm soooo yummy." I moaned, and he paused mid sip, watching me. I took a few more delicious gulps.
"You are really such a baby. You have chocolate on your lips."
"But I'm your baby, and you love me most!"
"Yes, I do."
I could feel the chocolate was on the left side of my lower lip, so I purposefully licked the other side with my tongue. Jared's eyes were lidded, watching raptly.
"Did I get it?"
"No."
I licked all over my lips. Jared's eyes were glude to me! He reached out and swiped the chocolate off me with his finger, and sucked it off his finger with his mouth! Oh! That was so hot! Ughh I feel like he always wins. But I liked it, so I can't complain.
All day, we lazied around watching sweet movies and eating leftovers his mom packed us.
By the evening, I was laying on his lap. He played with my hair. It was comforting and made me feel very very happy.
Out of nowhere, I realized I'm close to his cock!
I put my hand on his thigh. I pretended to absently stroke his leg. I moved closer and closer to where his dick was laying and stopped milimeters away. I could feel his legs tense below me.
I commented on the movie as if I had no idea how I was teasing him. He continued to play with my hair, either pausing or slightly pulling, when I rubbed intermittently. I realized his cock grew enough that his hardness was pressing against my fingers. I didn't move away.
The movie ended, and I sat up. He moved a pillow to cover his hard cock. Hehe. I already saw it. And felt it.
Before the next movie started, he brought us blankets as added layers between us. I momentarily turned away from him and couldn't help rolling my eyes.
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Breakfast is my favorite meal of the day, and Jared made me breakfast every single day.
And maybe the only thing I knew he liked more than seeing me in clothes he bought for me, was seeing me in his clothes. I think it brought out some primal instinct of ownership or something.
He was taller and broader than me, so later that week when I came out wearing one of his white tshirts, it tantilizingly fell to my mid-upper thighs. The only other thing I had on were one of the new fusia colored small briefs he had bought me for Christmas.
I sat on the counter with my legs spread, swinging me legs back and forth without a care in the world. When he turned around from mixing ingredients, he paused. His eyes ran up and down me. I felt it like a physical caress. I could be imagining things, but did I hear a rumbling sound come from his chest? Male satisfaction much? Then, he zeroed in on the pop of color peaking through my legs. He took a step forward. Oh. And another, almost settling between my legs. His hand laid across the top of my knee. His hand was so big it covered most of my leg. I was frozen. He slowly caressed up my leg.
"Do I not buy you enough clothes? You're strutting around in mine."
"I like smelling like you."
He growled. His hand rubbed up my exposed thigh.
"And I like this shirt. It looks good on me, don't you think so?"
"Yeah."
"I-" Why was I always so nervous around him lately! "I'm also wearing the new underwear you got me. I like them a lot. They make me feel really... good." His hand was gripping my upper thigh so tightly I was sure it's going to bruise. He relaxed his hold briefly and skimmed his hand up even higher, his fingertips brushing the edge of the panties where my groin fold is. I stopped breathing.
"Get down from there and help me with breakfast." He pulled away from me. We both exhaled.
We worked around each other for a while in silence, comfortably. Time to create some discomfort!
I went over to the tallest cabinet. I acted like I was looking for a specific pan. On my tip toes, I reached as high as I could for the top shelf. The shirt rode high up my body, and he got a very nice view of my bubble butt. I knew he was looking, because he's always aware of me and watching me. I moved my butt back and forth, trying to reach something. The briefs only partially covered my ass cheeks, and I felt them jiggle. I did it again.
Jared came up right behind me. "This covers nothing," he grumbled. I could feel his body heat. His hand lightly cupped my ass then quickly followed my arm up to reach above it. As he grabbed for the pan, the entire front of his body pressed into my back, pressing me into the cabinets. I felt his large, hard bulge. He held that position a few moments then backed up, tossed the pan on the counter with a clank. He said he'll wait in the living room until breakfast was ready. Ugh, now I have to finish preparing? But so worth it!
