Nephew gets Tagged

I loved my sister dearly, she’d been a real mother to me and my younger brother after our folks were killed crossing the road by a random drunk driver, even now some fifteen years later we still didn’t know who did it. I wish I could say the mortgage got paid and we had a huge settlement and it was invested for me and my siblings but that happens only happens in stories, for us real-life prevailed. We had just enough from the insurance to bury them, and we had to sell the house, but we were lucky an uncle let us rent one of his at a discounted rate, but it was rough. The house we had wasn’t luxurious but it was in a nice area where we lived now was not the most desirable part of town, you kept your door and windows locked even in summer. The house looked okay but inside it was dire, there were three bedrooms one family bath, and a roof that leaked and heating that worked when it felt like it. I was just fourteen then, and I saw my sister give up college to go to work, she sacrificed her dreams to keep us all together. I promised her repeatedly that one day I’d try and try and repay her sacrifices and her kindness. I've told her that a million times since, and she just laughed hugged me, and said we’re blood, that's what we do. So flash forwards twenty years, the crappy house is history, and my dear sister is now widowed, and has four kids of her own and an extremely successful law firm. She’d gone back to college then university passed the bar exams and busted her ass to get to where she is today. My younger brother, well he moved to Australia and we haven’t really heard much from him since, and me, well I’ve done alright too. I left school at sixteen just over six foot nine inches tall and as thin as a rake, or as one of the guys I ended up working with as a mechanic which I hated, by the way, he called me a giant streak of piss. He sadly wasn’t wrong at the time, I didn’t know my arse from my elbow so I quit that job and I started working on a building site helping out. Just three months later I found something I could do well so I became a builder. A pretty good one too, and after nine years I ended up running the company, the guy that owned it was a mean bastard but fair. He wasn’t married, wasn’t gay, and generally wasn’t really a nice person but for some strange reason, he liked me. Maybe because all I did was work, I had no life, basically, I had the same mentality as him, eat, sleep, work, shit, repeat! I guess after the rough start I had in life I just wanted to be successful and refused to let anyone or thing get in my way. I was very much single, I knew I was gay but I had no time for sex, boyfriends, or after they changed the law a husband. Well that all changed when my boss the mean old bugger was diagnosed with terminal cancer and was given just weeks to live. He’d decided I should have his company, to say he was shrewd was an understatement, his company was worth an absolute fortune, maybe eight or nine million at least maybe even ten or twelve I wasn’t sure, but he was determined the government wasn’t going to get a penny of it in taxes when he died. So we got married, legally as his spouse, I could inherit everything, his house his entire estate tax-free, he died laughing about that. Now five years later the company is even more successful under my complete control. I don't like the word rich but I know thanks to where I’ve invested my money ‘I’ll never go hungry again’ to quote Scarlet O’Hara! So as I said here we are some twenty years later and my dear sister has just got off the phone after calling in her favour. 

My nephew has been an absolute shit to her and all the family, he’s grown up comfortable and spoilt. He’s under the impression the world revolves around him, and we are the little satellites in his orbit. However this time he’s gone too far and the law has caught up with him, he’s currently under curfew with a tag around his ankle. It's been made very clear to him that now that he’s eighteen if he fucks up he’s going to prison. Typically a case has arisen that my sister is representing at the other end of the country, and she needs someone to watch the shite that's her son, my youngest nephew. So here I am, in his house bought and paid for by his mother, and it’s squalid. He has a cocky arrogance about him, a swagger when he walks that he hasn’t earned and an attitude he hasn’t got the muscle to back up. I looked at him as I stood in the doorway, what happened to the boy I’d bounced on my knee I wondered? ‘Hello Caleb’ I said, he said nothing but rolled his brown eyes spun around, and headed back up the stairs obviously going back to bed. It’d taken the fucker ten minutes to answer the door, I could see why his mother was so exasperated with him. I walked in and slammed the door, I’d caught up to him in three giant strides and had one of my big hands wrapped around the back of his neck. I squeezed tightly holding him where he stood. I pulled him down hard from the first step, and he stumbled but I kept him on his feet such was my grip, then I spun him around and pinned him against the wall, his head hit it hard and I saw fear in his eyes for the first time. ‘Now listen you little cunt, I’ve watched you throw your life down the shitter for the past four years. If you want to end up in the gutter so be it, but you are now on my radar. Your petulant selfish behaviour and shitting all over my sister is ended now, you have fucked up for the last time. Because dear nephew, I will bury you under the foundations of the next fucking house I build if you so much as look at me with anything but absolute respect. Do you understand me, I. SWEAR. I. WILL. FUCKING. BURY. YOU!’ I emphasised the last phrase squeezing tightly to his neck. 

He managed to swallow, I felt his Addams apple rise in his throat, I squeezed tightly, ‘answer me boy.’ I said. He managed to croak out ‘yeah,’ I cuffed him around the head. ‘Oh no, we don’t talk like that now do we. What do we say Caleb?’ He gulped again, ‘yes sir.’ He managed to croak out. I looked him hard in the eyes and nodded at him. I let him go and his feet hit the floor. I had no idea I’d actually pinned him with his feet six inches off the ground, and he fell to his knees. He knelt there gasping, looking up at me, his greasy brown hair was lank against his head. I was suddenly aware of his body odour, he stank of old sour sweat, unclean, I took a good look at him. His nails were full of dirt and he really could do with a bath in sheep dip to get rid of the filth on him. He got to his feet and just stood there, ‘Caleb, you stink, you’re filthy go get a shower and change your clothes. If you think I’m staying in this shithole for two weeks with you living like a vagrant you’ve got another thing coming. GO!’ He sped off up the stairs, I heard doors slamming and then water running. I took the opportunity to explore the house, the living room was just fucking awful. The stench made me heave, litter was everywhere, there were old beer and coke cans, pizza boxes, soiled plates with leftover food gone mouldy, and countless cups with cigarette ends in them. All that was just on the sofa, I walked to the windows and drew the curtains, the stench stronger here, as I looked around I wished I hadn’t opened them. The light of day showed the squalor of the place in a whole new light, I looked down, I’d just missed standing in a pair of his underwear which had been tossed aside, with about a half-pound turd peeking out of it, I felt the gorge rise in my throat. I walked out down the hall to the kitchen, here was just as bad but without the shitty underwear. I fumbled with the door got it open and breathed in huge lungfuls of clean air. I had to go back in but the thought of it made me feel nauseous so I found a nice piece of wall and leaned against it for the next fifteen minutes or so, ‘Uncle Zack, are you okay?’ I turned around, and my breath caught in my throat. There stood before me was the most handsomest young man, when had he gotten so good-looking? He stood five foot ten his dark hair was still damp, it needed cutting and hung to his shoulders. His skin was alabaster white, dark brows highlighted his brown eyes, and he had deep purple rings under them but they were no less captivating. His nose had been broken and although crooked it added something to his looks, not detracting at all. His lips were full and pink, luscious, in a perfect bow, full and extremely kissable. I felt my cock awake, fuck I shouldn’t be looking at him like this I thought. I glanced away from his face, he’d done as was told and was wearing clean clothes and now had a tight t-shirt on, it’d seen better days and had shrunk in the wash probably. It showed his midriff he had a thin treasure trail leading down into his running shorts. They too looked old and threadbare, the white fabric almost translucent showing the dark shadow of his bush beneath. The light behind him emphasised the outline of his cock which looked a decent size, this time it was my turn to swallow. 

‘Uncle Zack, are you okay?’ He asked again. I looked away ashamed at my lustful thoughts for my nephew, not before I saw his shoulders sag. ‘I’m fine Caleb, but we need to get this shithole cleaned up. I’m going down the shop to buy cleaning supplies and garbage bags, but I suggest we eat first, let's head to MacDonalds for breakfast.’ By the time we arrived, we’d missed breakfast by fifteen minutes so had lunch instead, and an hour later we were back at his house. I was dressed for forensics, scrubs, an apron, gloves that were too small for my large hands that threatened to cut off my circulation, and thanks to covid I had a mask to avoid breathing in the stench. Seven hours later of nonstop cleaning and we’d done all the downstairs rooms, the master bedroom, and the ensuite bathroom. We were both exhausted and collapsed onto the sofa, ‘you've worked well Caleb,’ I said ‘but we need food, and there's no way I’m trusting anything in your cupboards and especially your fridge. How about if I send out for take out, Chinese okay?’ He looked at me and smiled, white straight teeth gleaming in his rosebud lips, ‘that’d be great Uncle Zack’ he said. I again felt my cock stir in my jeans. We ordered the food, and as it was a Friday we’d have a longer wait than normal, nearly an hour, so I decided to take myself off for a shower to clean the grime of the house off me. I went into Caleb’s room, the only clean bedroom in the house, we’d spent an hour and a half cleaning in here, and the ensuite. I stripped off, my shirt fell to the floor, and I smoothed my hands over my chest, the thick hair was damp my nipples hardened under my touch. I let my hand glide down to my belt and the buckle rattled noisily as it came loose, the leather sighing as I slipped through the loops of my jeans. I popped the top button and then pulled them firmly the fly buttons were next and just went snap, snap, snap as each button came free. I slid my hands into the waistband and slid them down my thighs, they too were damp and made getting the fabric slightly more difficult to remove, it didn’t help my legs were really chunky not over muscular but meaty. I got them down near my calf muscles and then had to stand on the fabric, in turn, to get each leg out fully. I stood there in just my Calvin’s the boxers had seen better days the elastic of the legs had gone a little baggy, and my cock hung just outside the leg hole. Yes, I was pretty hung, for all the good it’d done me, I’d never had a long-term relationship and I really wasn’t keen on one-nighters either. Don’t get me wrong I wasn’t a monk, in my young years I’d horned it up out cruising for sex, it's so much easier these days with Scruff and Grinder and the other hookup apps. I slide my boxers down, step out of them and throw them on top of my jeans, I gently tug my cock which understandably awakens. My shaft thickens I stand there wanking my cock gently, the shaft is fully hard now, the foreskin retracted over the glans, a dewy drop of precum beads at my piss slit. I shudder and stop stroking my cock and head into the bathroom, I use all the facilities and come out clean and fresh some twenty minutes later, I reach for my clothes but they’ve been disturbed. 

I tie the towel around my waist not bothering to dress. I head downstairs and enter the sitting room, Caleb’s not there, I hear muttering and him cursing ‘fucking bastard cunty wanking thing’ he mutters. He’s in the kitchen on his back under the sink, His legs bent and gaping in the crotch I can see his cock easily, I sighed. ‘Problem?’ I ask. ‘Yeah the dishwashers backed up and not draining, some error code is displayed, but I can't get this pipe off,’ he says. ‘You want me to try?’ I ask. He slides out from under the sink, his eyes widened at the sight of me in just my towel. ‘Uhhh, yeah, that’d be great’ he stammers. I crouch down and get under the sink my hands grip the pipes but the plastic is cross-threaded and won't budge, hand me the wrench I ask him, and he passes me the wrong size, the next one he dropped on my groin. I grunted, ‘oof, fuck’ I moan as it hurt. ‘Shit, sorry Uncle Zack’ he said and without thinking began rubbing me. My cock reacted instantly hardening, ‘I’m fine Caleb, you better stop that now.’ I say. He pulls his hand away but there's a fire in his eyes now, I ask for various tools and he keeps passing them bending nearly dropping them because he had to stretch so far. He changes position and stands over me, a foot placed on either side of my hips. I look up and can clearly see up the leg of his shorts. His cock has chubbed, up I ask for another spanner and he slides it into my hand precisely handle first, I work the pipe joint and it suddenly loosens and water cascades out. My chest is soaked, I hear him rummaging around and I feel a hand towel on my chest, he’s bent over drying me, then what he does next makes me moan. He squats down, and my cock slides into the cleft of his ass as if it were made for it, he rocks gently as he uses the towel to soak up the water. Not a word was said by either of us, his ministrations make me harden, my hands leave the pipe and I bring them to his waist holding him steady. I gently push my hips up grinding my cock into his warm crevice, my breath catches in my throat. He casts the towel away and his fingers gently tweaked my nipples, the fat fleshy nubs hardened like rock as he twisted them. He leans closer his hands now on either side of my torso his head bends and he latches on to the hard left nipple, he gently chews the nub I groan as does he. My cock is like a steel pipe underneath the towel which I'm certain has come undone, as I can feel the thin fabric of his shorts, I swear I can feel the heat emanating from his teen cunt. ‘You like that uncle Zack,’ he whispers. I bring my hand up and rest it atop his head and push him downwards, he gets the hint and slides down my body. My cock pulses and rises off my abdomen, and a spittle of precum attaches my piss slit to my hairy stomach. ‘Fuck, it felt big sitting on it, but that's one massive cock’ he said. I ginned, I was proud of that fuck stick between my legs I was about to tell him how big it was when I felt his mouth engulfing the head and working the entire ten and a half inches straight down his throat. 

He slides the shaft deep without gagging I feel the muscles of his throat working it constricting it squeezing it draining my precum out, before sliding back up. He worked the fat nob head over with his tongue, he held the fat shaft with one hand and slapped it several times against his tongue sighing before devouring it whole again so his face was buried in my pubic hair. Up and down he worked my shaft, I moaned and groaned and my hips pumped up and down fucking his eighteen-year-old mouth. He pulled off slowly I watched as his throat unsheathed my cock like a sword and then he stood, he pulled his shrunk t-shirt over his head and slid his running shorts down, and kicked them aside. His cock had a thick band of studded leather around it, he was hard and his shaft pulsed to the beating of his heart. He looked at me damp and achingly hard, then walked away grinning, the little fuck, I thought, I struggled to get out from under the sink unit and was on my feet in a flash. I heard the stair creak and raced after my horny prick teasing nephew. I took the stairs two at a time my cock slapping against my thigh as I raced up them. I caught up with him at his bedroom door. My arm reached out and I pulled him close, his smooth chest was covered in the dense thick hair of my chest, I leaned forwards and kissed his lips, my hands slide down his slim waist. I feel the soft smooth skin on his hips, he’s looked continually into my eyes while I caress and kiss him our tongues slide over each other dancing in our mouths tasting the forbidden fruit of incest. My hand slides around his waist and I find his cock hard and wet, he’s a good size too, at least seven maybe seven and a half inches and he has girth too. I grip his cock hard and he squeaks a pleasurable sound, I grin at him, gently pulling him along by his cock into the bedroom. I lead him to the bed and he stands upon it, his hands resting on my hairy shoulders. I kneel down, my old knees clicking as they bend, on my knees, my face is level with his groin. He’s kept his pubic hair trimmed short and his balls are smooth like silk, his cock is beautiful, the pale pink skin glistens. The foreskin has retracted fully over his glans, the fat purple knob head shining like a beacon. His urethra is fat and prominent under the shaft. 

I run my tongue up its length and he shudders, I feel the tremors through his hands resting on my shoulders, as my tongue reaches the fat purple glans, I see a bead of precum seep out, my tongue flicks over the head and then he really moans. My mouth then covers him fully and I suckle, working the shaft deeper into my mouth, down I slide and he passes deep into my throat. I taste his precum, he’s sweet like honey. His hips involuntary begin to pump into my face, slow and steady nothing rushed and panicked. I let him work in and out, my hands though, those I rest on his ass, the fleshy mounds were soft and pliable almost like a baker's bread dough. My fingers slid into the crevice of his ass, the little fuckers planned this as he’s lubed, I find his cunt, and my index finger slides in deep all the way so my hands rested on his ass cheek. Caleb’s in another place especially when I find his boy button, he cries out lost in his own pleasure, and now begins to pound my mouth more forcefully, he's moaning gently now his breathing is getting deeper, his chest fully expanding, not from just the exertion but from the pleasure radiating out from his cock and his cunt. My lips slide up and down his length, I’m loving it, sucking on my nephew's hard cock and feeling his precum coat my tongue. I've worked three fingers into his pussy now, the boys clearly regularly getting fucked and he’s pushing back harder taking them all. I clamber to my feet and kiss him deeply, my fingers still buried in his hot hole. ‘I’m going to fuck you, Caleb, I'm going to ram my fat ten-and-a-half-inch cock deep into your guts.’ He moaned as I spoke to him, ‘lubes in the bedside table.’ Was all he managed to say. I was so wet from my own precum that I knew I didn’t need it, I took my fingers from his cunt and pulled him off the bed so he was standing in front of me, then I roughly bent him over and lined my cockhead up with his tight cunt and pushed in. He was hot and tight and very slick. I didn’t care if it hurt him but I just kept sliding in, deeper and deeper. ‘Oh fuck, that’s big, oh yeah that's a really, big, big cock’ he moaned. My fingers reached under him and I found his nipples and `I squeezed them hard as I slammed the last inch into his bowels. He cried out then as did I. ‘Oh fuck boy, that's a nice cunt, that's so hot and wet, its like silk around my cock. Squeeze me, boy, squeeze my meat in your pussy.’ I told him, and he obliged and I sighed. 

I slowly began to pull out, I looked down he’d been a good boy and was pulling his ass cheeks wide apart, I could see his pink pussy dragging backward along the shaft of my cock as I slid out. I left just the flange of my cock in him before sliding back in pushing his shit chute back inside him, before pulling out again. I sighed and my body shuddered as I began to pick up speed my cock working in and out, the shaft snaking in and out a slight bending as it slid from the speed of my fucking, in and out deeper and deeper. I angled my hips a bit and he cried out as I had now clearly hit his prostate, ‘oh yeah uncle Zack right there, oh yeah, please, oh fuck, God yeah right there. Harder, oh harder, oh man, yeah man, please, please, fuck me, oh, ohhhh yeah fuck me.’ He was a hot little fucker, what could I do? so, yeah I fucked him, hard and slow, changing my rhythm and angling my cockhead over and over his prostate gland. It was so hot hearing him moan and groan for me. The lube he’d prepared his cunt with was glistening catching the light and making my cock look like a many-faceted jewel as I repeatedly rammed it into his hole. I gripped and twisted his nipples with both hands, he moaned pushing back hard to meet every thrust as I sent my shaft deep into him. His hand was working his own cock now, I could hear the wet sound of his foreskin slapping and sliding over the head of his cock. ‘I won't last much longer, uncle Zack’ he said. ‘Me neither boy’ I said. Faster and faster I pounded his cunt, I felt him bare down, his assring trying to evict me from his tight asshole. It was all I needed and I blasted the first thick rope of hot uncle cum deep inside him, I plunged deeper on my next thrust and blasted him another six times, my ass clenching as I fired each rope into him. He too had blasted hard and his cum shot all over my arm, both our chests were heaving and we shuddered involuntarily as the last remnants of our pleasure fled us. My cock slid from his hole, a thick rope of cum stayed connecting us. He turned towards me and kissed me deeply, he had cum on his chin he’d shot so hard, I licked it off and feasted on him, not wanting to waste a drop I got on my knees and cleaned his cock of every last drop of his teen cum. I was suddenly ravenous, I spun him around and forced him onto the bed and sunk my face into his ass crack and fed, and fed eating the load I’d just pumped into his young boy cunt, he moaned and groaned as I ate him out till finally my chest heaving I sat back on my haunches admiring my handy work. His legs slid out from under him and he lay splayed out on his bed, ‘oh fuck, I needed that!’ He sighed. I chuckled ‘so did I, Caleb, so did I. So when did you decide to seduce your uncle?’ I asked. He said nothing his breathing was rhythmically smooth, the fucker was asleep! I thought, so much for only old men sleeping as soon as they blow their loads I thought. I stood up and headed round to his side flicked his light off then around to the other side of the bed and slipped in under the covers, I flicked the lamp off plunging the room into darkness. I’d just closed my eyes when the doorbell rang out, ‘Fuck, the food!’ I thought.