Standard disclaimers apply: Stay away if you are under eighteen or if it is in any way illegal for you to view this story. It contains incest and raunch, so if you find that offensive then please do not read.
It is my first story, and if anyone has any comments or advice or whatever I can be contacted at c_orourke@aol.com. Enjoy ;).
My heart thudded and my fingers almost let the cup slip when I heard him walk in the kitchen door. A flicker of a glance to my right wrist assured me that it was as early as I thought it was - half past six. It made no sense for him to be up at this stage, though. If I had known, I would have worn actual clothes instead of the briefs and crumpled t-shirt that was my current attire.
'Morning.' I said, trying to sound nonchalant and to prolong the inevitable moment when I would have to turn round to face him.
'Morning, Luke.' Was the reply.
I heard the fridge open and shut and then the scrape of a chair against the marble as he sat down. I took the teabag out of my tea and turned around, electricity spiking through my veins as I sat down, also.
I had agreed to stay at my uncles house only because I did not like the look of the amount of chores that was left to me if I decided to stay home alone. Sitting here now, though, I knew it had been a bad idea.
I had felt an inane attraction to Ryan, my uncle, since before I could remember. For that reason I tended to avoid him whenever I could. And now I was in the same house as him for an entire week.
I suppressed a sigh and took a sip of my tea. I had planned to get up early and be changed and busy before he even woke up. Apparently that was not going to happen.
My eyes drew towards him as though magnetised, and my body longed to move closer to him as though there was a force of gravity between us. I could almost feel the heat emanating from him, hear the breath as it left his lungs. His strong jaw was so incredibly alluring -- I wanted to feel his stubble against my skin. And those dark eyes... they were the closest thing to perfection that I knew.
His head lifted up from the newspaper he was reading and our gazes locked. My head was in utter chaos as it attempted to tell me what to do -- any normal person would have looked away instantly, maybe yawned and pretended they weren't looking at all.
But no. A few very long moments had passed and I was still staring into his eyes.
I cleared my throat, though I had no clue as to what I was going to say.
'I....' Horrifyingly, my voice cracked and a part of me refused to believe this was actually happening. Surely this was just a horrible dream -- like when you dreamt you went to school naked. Surely I would wake up at any second now and sigh with relief at finding that none of it was real.
Those lips of his spread into a slow smile. And now my head could not think of anything except how those lips would feel against mine, how his breath would feel against my skin. And now, with shocking clarity, I was recalling all the times before when something like this had happened between us: my stiff body when we sat beside each other on the sofa at Christmas, my wide eyes when he offered me a sip of his Guinness at a party, the impossible moment when he accidentally walked in on me when I was at the toilet.
'Luke,' he said, and I couldn't breathe. 'There's a curtain needs fixed in my room. I can't do it myself... you wouldn't mind helping, would you?'
I just stared at him.
'It'll only take us a second.' He added.
My mouth finally began to work. 'Yeah... yes. Sure.' I stumbled, and he stood up and walked out of the kitchen.
'C'mon then.' He said.
And, not knowing what I was thinking, I stood up and followed the thirty two year old man.
Stepping into his still-dark room was one of the most terrifying things I've ever done. The place had a subtle but undeniable scent of man and sweat and... cum? My brain apparently stopped working so I can't remember what exactly was wrong with the curtain, just that fixing it entailed me stretching and blatantly exposing my semi-hard cock.
But it went okay, and Ryan was just saying thanks when suddenly my foot got caught in something and I was falling, falling -- right into his arms.
I took a deep breath. The smell of him and the feel of him was all-consuming. It was beyond my power to stop the hard on which he surely felt pressing against his leg. I couldn't even pick myself up or stop myself from slipping down his body until he wrapped his lightly muscled arms around me and pulled me to his height.
Just helping me, of course. The closeness between us was entirely in my imagination. And that swelling pressed against my thigh was of course just his clothes and not anything that would -
'Luke.' He said gruffly, his breath hot against my cheek. 'You okay?'
'I....'
And suddenly that force of gravity, three thousand times stronger, was pulling my mouth towards his rough lips. The though of how freaked out and disgusted he would be could not stop me and the next thing I new I had pressed my lips against his. Despite the fact that he had not responded, I began to kiss him. At first there was resistance when I tried to insert my tongue in his mouth, but then I broke through and could taste him. His saliva, his teeth -- I shuddered helplessly.
That might have been what triggered him... I don't know, but suddenly it was his tongue that was in my mouth. It was his body that was dominating now. We both groaned simultaneously and I clasped him just as strongly as he was clasping me.
Without stopping, he pushed me onto the bed and climbed on top of me -- one arm stretched forward, clasping the duvet, so that his armpit was beside my face.
I though I might die.
I don't know what I was expecting to happen next. We had so far passed the realm of ordinary that I could not predict -- handjob, blowjob maybe; more.... But I definitely, unconditionally, was not expecting what did transpire.
He was climbing up further, and then squatting over me. His arms still held me down and I wasn't sure what was happening and then he farted into my face.
I suppose that was surprising... but even more surprising was my reaction. Even though I knew he was watching me, I couldn't help but inhale deeply -- to take all of the smell in. It's not that it smelt good, exactly, but it was...
I didn't notice him moving, but then I felt his breath against my ear.
'Luke, I'm sorry son, but I really need to take a shit.'
Although slightly disappointed, I nodded my head at him. I supposed it couldn't be helped.
But then he lifted me into his arms and carried me towards the bathroom -- and now I was completely confused.
'What....'
'Shhh....' He whispered, and put his finger on my lips as though I was two years old.
Then he was laying me down and yanking my top off me, so that the cold tiles of the bathroom caused me to shiver. I heard the lock of the bathroom door, and just when I thought he'd left I saw him stand over me. And now he was pulling his underwear off and squatting down. The scent of his groin was incredibly musky and masculine and basically heaven. I was just about to take his dick into my mouth... when he began to piss on me.
The steamy yellow liquid first of all ran through and soaked my hair, and then he directed the stream lower. I had to close my eyes -- his piss covering me -- and then I felt it shoot straight into my still-open mouth.
I spluttered and gurgled for a second but he was holding me down and there was nothing I could do but swallow it. He kept going until my mouth began to overflow with him and then he finished off with the rest of my body. This had been what felt like eternity but was really only the space of a few seconds. I had just finished taking the last of his piss inside of me when I noticed that it was no longer his groin that was in my face -- it was his ass.
Oh.
The meaning of what he had said earlier suddenly came to me. When he had said 'I need to take a shit', he had conveniently missed out the 'on you,' part.
An ominous feeling grew inside me as I stared at what was in my face. His ass was hairy, and I grew tenser and and tenser as I waited for something to emerge from his slightly dirty hole. For a few seconds I found myself wondering at the absurdity of the situation -- this could not really be happening, could it? This could not be my uncle Ryan's ass that was in my face.
'You're a dirty boy, Luke, aren't you?'
I could hardly breathe because at this stage he was almost sitting on me.
'Yes. Really dirty.'
'And you want my shit, don't you?'
'I want you to crap all over me - in my mouth.' I said, not believing the words as I said them.
'That's a good lad.' He said. 'You can make yourself useful as my toilet while you're here.'
I had opened my mouth to reply, when, with no warning whatsoever, a great dirty brown turn landed in my mouth. Even though the smell and flavour of it was making me sick, I had never felt so turned on in my life. Before I realised it, he had shit on my face again.
'You swallowed that yet, boy? Open your mouth. You've got more to take.'
Obediently, I opened my jaw and it was filled once again with his shit. Then he finished on my chest and turned around to face me, the shit smearing on both of our skins joined together.
'That's my dirty boy,' he said. 'Real dirty. You're gonna' take some of your uncle Ryan's cock now, aren't you?'
I was going to protest -- tell him that my mouth was still full of him, but he shoved in anyway and I felt my throat close around his shaft. I was inside his pubes.
But that wasn't enough for him -- before long he was thrusting in and out of my shit filled mouth; fucking it. His skin was damp against mine and he groaned from above me. All I could smell was shit.
And then suddenly he blowed his load straight into my mouth and I felt his thick seed deposit at the back of my throat. Then he fell back on top of me, and just the feel of his cock against mine caused me to cum. I cried out and my entire body shuddered and vibrated with ecstasy.
There was a moment of very uncertain silence after both of our panting had died down.
'So.' Ryan said, gruffly. 'Do you want to, um, get a shower?'