I jumped. I was terrified. There was no way my uncle had just caught me sniffing and licking his cum stain. Come on, Kevin, think of a good excuse quickly. I let out a deep breath and turned toward the direction of the booming voice. I tried to sound as nonchalant as possible.
"Morning, Unc! I dropped my AirPod around here and I was looking for it. Mind giving me a hand?"
I put on a wide, innocent smile and scanned my uncle. His face was straight, his jaw clenched, and his bulging arms were crossed against his chest. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, only a pair of boxers. He squinted and looked at the bed beside me. As I followed his gaze, I knew it was laying right on the stain. He and I both knew what it was. His eyes lingered on it for a few seconds, long enough to make me sweat.
I stood up to get his attention, trying to block his view. The less he thought about the stain, the less chance I had of getting accused. Hiding the dirty evidence, I was acutely aware of my own breathing. The silence was so loud I could hear my racing heartbeat. I tried to stay calm, but the fact that he still hadn't said or done anything made me tremble a little. His face remained completely blank. Not a single word, not a slight movement. He just stared right into my soul, as if he were contemplating what to do or say. The silence became so unbearable, and made me feel so guilty, that I tried to speak several times, but nothing came out. I just opened my mouth, took a breath, and froze.
That was when he finally broke the ice. His mouth turned into a fleshy grin.
"Right, your AirPod. Better find it before it goes through the wash!” He smirked. “I made some breakfast, come down whenever you’re ready. Oh, and help me put a load in the washer. There’s this terrible stain on my sheet." He winked at me with a slow grin and disappeared.
My heart was still racing, but I finally let out the deep breath I’d been holding. God knows how long it had been trapped in my lungs. I felt dizzy, needing to hold onto something to steady myself. I had to calm down and join him for breakfast.
His taste was still lingering on my tongue when I took a bite of the toast he had made. Mixing with the toast intensified the flavor, making my dick hard again. I had to act normal, he was just inches away from me. Uncle Mike sat across the table, already finished with his food. He was sipping a cup of coffee and looking up the news on his phone.
"So, kid, any plans for today?"
"Um, yeah, actually, there’s one," I murmured. "Mom gave me a list of things we have to buy from the grocery store, and some essentials you need. But I can go by myself, she gave me her car."
"Already bored of your uncle?" he snorted.
"No. It’s just that I thought you hated shopping. You used to, at least…"
"It’s fine. But I’ll drive."
I nodded and finished my breakfast. I wasn’t planning to leave him alone, but I hadn't planned on getting caught licking his bedsheets either. It was fine. He didn’t make a big deal about it, so I shouldn’t either. I wasn't stupid. I knew he knew what I did. And I knew he’d heard me the night before, too. I didn’t know what was going on inside his head. Hell, I didn’t even know what was going on inside mine. But I was actually grateful he hadn't made a scene. He had every right to, but he chose to believe my stupid lie. An AirPod? For real, Kevin?
Once we were in the car, I realized what a bad idea it actually was. It was a scorching summer day and the AC was barely kicking. The air was thick, heavy, and loaded with silence. An hour's drive, trapped in a car with him with no escape. I felt incredibly small sitting next to him. Yes, he was big compared to me, but I felt smaller mentally, too. Out of guilt I tried to shrink myself even more, squeezing away from him against the passenger window, staring out at the passing roads to forget everything that had happened.
"I used to drive you and your cousins around town, remember?" Mike said, breaking the silence.
"Yeah," I murmured.
"One of the perks of being a mechanic was getting to go on test drives after I finished working on the cars. I miss those days. You and my kids used to look up at me. I felt like I could do anything for my boys. But now..." He sighed, his posture slumping slightly. "They don’t even answer the phone when I call. I don’t even know where they are. I failed as a dad."
"You’re on the right track now, Unc. You will get there," I said, trying to comfort him. "Besides, it’s hard not to look up at you when you’re a tall, massive man towering over everyone."
I reached over, putting my hand on his thick thigh, and gave it an encouraging squeeze. He jolted under my touch and quickly snapped his head to look me in the eyes. His jaw clenched hard before he forced his gaze back to the road.
Why was he acting so weird? It was just a normal bro thing. Giving an encouraging squeeze to your buddy was absolutely normal, wasn't it? I scanned his profile. His jaw was still locked, his eyes forcefully focused on the asphalt. He was gripping the steering wheel so hard I feared he’s going to break it. What was his problem?
That was when I realized my hand was still resting on his thigh. How long had I left it there? He started fidgeting, and as I pulled my hand away, I got a clear view of the raging boner stretching his shorts. My mouth gaped. It was a huge tent, so close I felt gravitated toward it. It was like an invisible force was pulling my hand right back.
"Sorry, it’s just that, um…” he gulped “I’ve been by myself for a hot minute, if you know what I mean," his rough voice broke the spell.
I realized what I had been about to do and caught my hand mid-air. "No, yeah, it’s just guy shit. Don’t even mention it," I said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Yeah, guy shit" he smirked, the tension draining out of him. "Do you mind if I turn on the radio for old times' sake?"
"Go for it, Unc!"
The music helped empty my head. For the rest of the ride, I stared out the window without a thought in my mind, humming along to the lyrics. It felt nice not thinking about last night, or this morning, or what had just happened a few minutes ago. The nostalgia hit hard. It felt like I was a silly little kid again, riding in a car my uncle had fixed. Looking at him, it seemed like I had gotten back the uncle I missed. The big, cool man I looked up to, who always had a good joke up his sleeve.
When we entered the air-conditioned supermarket, we both let out a relieved sigh. The cool breeze felt incredible against our sweaty skin. I grabbed the cart, checked the list, and made my way toward the first aisle.
We were in the household section looking for detergent when Mike suddenly nudged my arm, nodding toward a girl in a tight skirt a few shelves down.
"Hey. Kevin. Look at that," he muttered, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly register. "Now that’s a view."
I swallowed hard, trying to keep my voice steady. "Yeah. She's pretty."
"Pretty?" Mike let out a low chuckle. He stepped up right behind me, closing the distance until I could feel the solid heat of his chest radiating against my back. He leaned over my shoulder, his rough stubble practically grazing the side of my neck as he spoke directly into my ear.
"Man, a girl like that... she looks like the type who wants it hard," Mike whispered, his hot breath sending a violent shiver down my spine. "The kind who needs a real man to just pin her down and give her a proper, heavy pounding. I bet she’d go crazy for an uncut cock, just taking it all until she’s completely stretched out and dripping."
My hands clamped onto the handle of the shopping cart so hard my knuckles turned white. My heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. He was describing it with entirely too much detail, his voice vibrating right into my ear canal.
"I bet she'd love a real heavy load," Mike continued, his tone dropping even lower, dripping with subtext. "Just making a total mess of the sheets. Thick, wet streaks all over the fabric... so much that you can smell the musk from across the room. The kind of stain that takes a lot of rubbing to get out, you know? A real sweet, salty mess."
My breath hitched. A sweet, salty mess. The exact words I had thought to myself just two hours ago while on my knees by his bed. There was absolutely no way this was a coincidence. He knew. I knew he knew, and he was pretending he didn’t just to torture me.
"What do you think, Kev?" Mike murmured, his lips moving right against the shell of my ear, letting out a dark, knowing purr. "Think a mess like that is hard to clean up?"
I couldn't move. I was completely paralyzed, trapped in a public aisle with a painful erection pressing hard against my jeans, completely at his mercy.
He finally stepped back, clapping a heavy, calloused hand onto my shoulder. When I forced myself to turn around, my face burning with a mix of intense shame and desire, he just gave me that slow, wicked grin.
"Let's grab the laundry soap, kiddo. Sounds like we're gonna need it."
The ride back home wasn’t as awkward as I thought it would be. Uncle Mike seemed completely carefree, cracking jokes and singing along to old songs. He was like his old self again. Driving around was good for him, and for a moment, the heavy sexual tension didn't weigh on me as much. We chatted about everything, school, my art projects, and his plans to reopen his garage and start fixing cars again. He had this big plan to be a better person, a better dad.
However, the moment we got home and started unloading the car, the thin line burst open again. I was constantly watching him from the corner of my eye, fixated on how his biceps flexed every time he lifted a grocery bag. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to know how it felt to get a tight grip on his arms. But I felt his gaze on me, too. I knew exactly where he was looking because it burned a hole right through me. He was staring at my ass a lot.
We need to put an end to it. I thought. He’s my uncle and I’m his nephew. It’s wrong on so many levels.
"Hey, Unc! I’m going upstairs to work on those art projects I told you about earlier."
"Alright, kiddo. I’ll be in the living room watching something on TV. I see my little brother has a huge screen."
"Oh, yeah, it’s nice. If you need something, just yell. I’ll be right upstairs."
The truth was, I didn’t need to work on anything. I had finished all my assignments before he even arrived so we could spend time together. I just needed to get away from him. The tension was too much to handle, and I knew I would do something I shouldn’t if I stayed.
Entering my room, my eyes immediately darted to his bed. I touched my lips, remembering the taste of his semen. Unable to hold back any longer, I pulled out my dick. It was rock hard. I started stroking it eagerly, and it didn't take much before I shot my load right onto the floor.
After I cleaned up the mess, I sat at my desk and started sketching. I didn’t have a particular vision; I just needed the distraction. Every time I drew, the racing thoughts in my head stopped. But a few questions kept lingering: Why was my uncle turning me on so much? Why did he have this power over me? And how could I regain it? It was my house, my room. If anyone needed to obey the rules, it was him.
What did I have over him? The fact that he jerked off next to me? No. If I told my dad, Mike could easily fire back that he caught me licking his sheets. Fuck. He had a solid counter-argument there. But wait... My mom hated him. I could use the mom card. I could tell him that she made me spy on him and was eagerly waiting for a slip-up. Yeah, that was perfect.
After hiding in my room for hours, I checked the time. My parents would be home in an hour. I headed down to the kitchen to start dinner, passing the living room on the way. Mike was asleep sprawled out on the couch, legs spread wide open, like he owned the place. That was exactly what I meant, I needed to take back control.
I was setting the table when my parents walked in. Mom helped me serve the food while Dad and Uncle Mike drank a beer at the table. Mom rolled her eyes at the sight, muttering something under her breath that I couldn't quite catch.
"So," Mom whispered, cornering me in the kitchen. "Did Mike do anything suspicious today? I need to know everything."
"No," I said, trying my absolute best to keep my voice steady. Mom always knew when I was hiding something. "We just went to the store, came home, I went upstairs to finish a project, and he watched TV."
She nodded, seemingly satisfied, and walked off into the dining room with a glass of wine.
Later that night, I climbed into bed with a literal lump in my throat. I was anxious for two reasons: One, was he going to jerk off again tonight? And two, was I going to be brave enough to carry out my plan?
The house was dead quiet. Both of us lay in our respective beds. The air was thick, and the memory of the grocery store aisle hung heavily between us. Mike hadn't started anything yet. Maybe he was waiting to see if I was asleep, or maybe he was being cautious.
Instead of lying there with a racing heart, waiting for him to make a move, I decided to be the one to break the silence. I forced my voice to be perfectly calm, cool, and smooth.
"Hey, Unc?" I whispered into the darkness.
A brief pause. The sheets rustled as Mike shifted. "Yeah, kiddo? Can't sleep?"
"My mom asked me to keep an eye on you," I murmured, staring up at the dark ceiling. "She was asking how the grocery trip went. Asking if you were acting... suspicious at all. She's really worried you're gonna slip up, or that you brought something into the house."
The room went completely still. I could hear Mike’s breathing change, it became deliberate, measured. The smug confidence he had evaporated instantly.
"Oh, yeah?" Mike’s voice dropped, entirely stripped of its playful edge. "What did you tell her?"
I let out a low, quiet breath, letting the silence stretch out just long enough to make him sweat.
"I told her everything was perfectly fine," I said softly. I rolled over onto my side, facing his silhouette in the dark. "I told her you're doing well. I'd hate for a little... misunderstanding to ruin your recovery."
There was a tense silence before he swallowed hard. "Appreciate that, Kevin. Good to know you got my back."
The entire energy in the room shifted. A wave of power rushed through me; I was the one holding the leash now. He might have the cum stain card, but that was nothing compared to his freedom. He knew it, too. I laid back down and laced my hands behind my head, unable to wipe the wide grin off my face. My house, my room, my rules. Get used to it, Unc.
Suddenly, the rhythmic sound of rustling sheets started up again. But it wasn't like last night. This time, I didn't get nervous. I stayed completely calm. The sound had changed, too. It wasn't dominating anymore. It felt like a plea. An invitation.
I didn’t move right away, just bathing in the sound of him trying to get me going. He had no power over me anymore. I was the one in charge. I could do whatever I wanted. I was the one allowing him to jerk off next to me.
I pulled off my blanket, took out my cock, and started stroking it. Did you want this, Uncle? Jerking off with your nephew? You sick bastard. There, have it. Look at my dick while I stroke it.
I spit into my hand, letting out a low moan as I lubed up. My wanking was so loud that I couldn’t even hear Mike anymore. I didn’t hold back, and I didn't care who heard. I dictated the pace now. Long, steady strokes. My dick was harder than ever before. Although it was dark I made sure uncle had a good view on my cock. I wanted him to look at me, to get off watching me. It made me feel dominant and horny. Who’s the real man now? As I got closer to the edge, I whispered into the dark, "Watch this."
I shot load after load across my stomach and onto my sheets. A second later, with a low, heavy grunt, I heard him come, too. The fact I made him cum boosted my ego. So, that was how you felt last night Unc? Have to admit it feels amazing, it's quite addicting.
Maybe he would be the one licking the stain off my sheets tomorrow. I closed my eyes, dozing off peacefully with a massive smirk on my face.
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