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Subject: {ASSM} STORY: My little nephew (t/t, teen, gay)
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My little nephew (t/t, teen, gay)

By Jari
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WARNING: Standard Disclaimer
The following story is purely a work of fiction. It contains scenes of
adult nature, so if you are under 18, stop reading now. This story
contains scenes of sexual activities between minors. If you are
offended by such activities, do not read any further. This is purely a
fantasy, a delightful one but still a fantasy. Any resemblance to any
person, living or dead is purely coincidental. The author is not
responsible for any damage resulting from reading this work.
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"What's behind that door?" I asked my nephew.

"Oh, that's just a storage room of my father," John answered.

His father was my uncle, the brother of my mother. I was fourteen years
old at the time, and I was staying with my uncle and aunt for a week.
They had three children of which John was the youngest with his twelve
years. Then there was Maria, eighteen, and the oldest brother George
who was over twenty.

Since my parents hadn't much money to spent for holidays I was given
the choice to work in my vacation in my uncle's store for a week. The
deal was that I would only have to work in the mornings. In the
afternoons I would be free to play with John. John seemed to have
little friends of his own. Normally I wouldn't play with younger kids
of course, but ok: this was family and I could use the money for the
work involved. And besides that: I had this urge. 'What urge?' you
probably wonder.

Well, in those days I was rather fixed on my own body. From comparison
with the other boys at school I'd found out that I was well built.
That didn't mean I was working out or so. I just played some soccer
for sports. No, I was just well proportioned with a nice tan. And of
course the recent changes regarding my penis intrigued me. It had grown
to about 7 inches and the last year hair had started to grow around it!
I felt so proud about this that I wanted to show it to others. I just
got very excited lying in my room at night, imagining how I would show
my naked body to others. Luckily I was far too shy to actually do so or
I would perhaps have ended in jail. But still the urge was there and I
spent a lot of time in my room fantasizing about it.

When the deal with my uncle came around it occurred to me that I
probably would have to share a room with John, my little nephew. That
thought started some very wild ideas in my head. My favourite one was
that, when we would go to bed, I would strip to my briefs. Then I would
be engaged in some fun grappling with John. I would let him win of
course and we would end up lying on bed. He would be positioned at one
end of the bed, holding down my arms above my head. My almost naked
body would be stretched out in full glory before his eyes. I would act
as if I were helpless in his grip and start to wriggle and squirm to
free myself. My movements would cause my briefs to slide down slowly,
so in the end my pubic hair and perhaps even my penis would be exposed
to him! O my God! Each time I evoked this image in my mind, my heart
started to beat in my throat! Time and again I thought this scenario
over and went thru the motions on my own bed. I hadn't discovered the
'art of masturbation' yet at the time (although I had heard about
it and was very curious) so the tension in me just grew and grew and I
wasn't able to release it.

When I arrived at my uncle's I was very disappointed to hear that  I
wasn't to share a room with John. We wouldn't even sleep in
adjoining rooms or so. I had been given a little room in the attic
while he slept in his own room on the first floor. So the long awaited
and prepared bed-scene was out of reach! This came so unexpected for me
that the first few days I was kind of stunned by the disappointment. It
took me three full days to recover a bit and start to think of another
plan.

How could I try to get myself into John's power and get him to let me
strip before him? The grappling part of my former plan was good. That
would bring me into his power. Then I could say I would be his slave
and he could order me about. Maybe he would have me strip then to
humiliate me. I hadn't time to work this plan out properly but
decided to go along with the idea.

That was what I had figured out the evening before and now it was the
next afternoon and John and I were just walking around the rooms above
my uncle's shop. These were mostly storage rooms, deserted and
perfect for my plan.

I pushed the door open and entered the half-lit room. When my eyes had
adjusted to the darkness I noticed that the room was for three quarters
filled with carton boxes. "Pork meat," I read aloud from the
stickers on the outside.

John had followed a bit unwillingly. He probably knew his father
wouldn't want him (and me neither of course) to wander around the
shop's stuff.

"Your father is rather rich, isn't he," I said to John while
checking out the amazing quantity of boxes.

"Don't know. Let's go out, Will, we aren't supposed to be here
and touch my father's stuff," he added anxiously.

"Why? Are you afraid or so? Are you a sissy or what?" I started to
challenge him. He looked angry in my direction.

"No, of course not. It's just dad doesn't like me to touch the
stuff for the shop. Maybe I would break something," he added. I
looked at him. He wore short trousers today because the weather was
fine. His legs looked rather thin, as I had expected. On the whole he
made a bit of a frail impression. I would have to act my best to be
convincing when losing a fight to him.

"You are a sissy then, sissy.. sissy," I went on calling him names.


"Stop saying that or I will.." he stopped short.

"Or you will what?" I mocked him, "beat me around or what? Do you
think you are that strong?"

"No, I don't think so,' he answered rather timidly. Hmmm, that
didn't go into the direction I had hoped for. I had reckoned he would
have jumped me when I started calling him names, but he seemed to be
backing of already before we even got started. Maybe I would have to
raise his self-esteem somewhat.

"Well, you look strong enough to me," I lied, "do you often fight
with other boys?"

"Sometimes," John answered, "but they always beat me up, so
I've decided to avoid fighting."

Oops. This didn't go well at all. What to think of next? I would have
to come up with something quickly or the occasion would be gone.

"Maybe it's because you don't know enough tricks, " I said.
"I could learn you some if you like."

"No, thanks. Fighting is not my stuff, I'm just not very good at
it. Let's go and play in the garden," John added and turned around
to leave the room. I got in a panic. I had to act quickly so I just ran
up after him and threw my left arm around his neck.

"Hey, cut that out," John cried. Luckily he started to fight back.
But when I noticed his weak and feeble attempts to get free from my
grip I realised I would have to act VERY convincing to let him be the
better of me.

So for a while I did as if he and I were about equal in strength. We
just rolled about the floor of the storage room. Then I was on top,
then he. After a few minutes I let John gain control of me. He managed
to stay on top for a while and pressed me down with his body. This
wasn't what I had in mind exactly and because I still could move
around quite easily (even with his full weight on top of me) I got him
into a position that he came to sit on top of me in the end. His hands
pressed down my arms alongside my head.

I acted as if I was too tired to fight back any longer and looked up at
him. His face was full of unbelief that he had been able to win a fight
from his two-years-older nephew.

"See? You're not that weak," I panted. John's face lightened
up. He began to think that the unbelievable had actually happened.

"Yeah, so you just don't try and get me by surprise any more," he
told me triumphantly.

"No, no, of course not," I said. "I am your slave now anyway
since you have beaten me. So I just have to do whatever you tell me to
do," I added quickly because John was starting to rise already.

Surprised he looked at me and stopped brushing the dust of his clothes.
"Is that so?" he asked.

"Yeah, of course. You have submitted me so I must obey all your
commands." I tried to use some words from the comics he liked so
much.

We walked out of the room, went down the stairs and entered the garden.
I could see that John was pondering on my last remark the whole time.

"Till when will you be my slave then?" he suddenly asked.

"Till the end of the week of course," I added as if wondering how
he could make such a stupid remark. "And then the next time we see
each other we will have to fight again and see who is the strongest
then."

"Yes. That's right. I'll be your master then." John got
obviously enthusiastic about the idea that he could order me around for
the rest of the week.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked him.

In the beginning he let me do some childish things like get him a glass
of lemonade (and none for me of course), get things from his room which
he didn't needed at all, so I would have to bring them back right
away again etc. I let this go on for a while but soon got bored by it.
So I started to give him hints that he could use me for some quite
other things too. Things that he would perhaps have thought of in the
past but never dared to try doing himself. I was almost certain that
this would have any effect but I would have to wait till the next day
to see results.

The next afternoon we lay down on the grass in the garden when John
suddenly commanded me: "go into Maria's room and get me some
knickers from her." Surprised I looked up. I hadn't thought John
was interested in girls at all yet, let alone in his own sister. This
would be a dangerous mission too, because Maria's room was next to
the living room and she was constantly walking in and out of her room.

So I started "I don't know, John, I could easily get caught,
y'know.." when he snapped at me: "just do it, slave, come on! On
your feet." The idea began to have an appeal to me too. Up to now I
hadn't paid much attention to my cousin because she was four years
older than me. But the thought of getting hold of one of her knickers
raised my interest. So I stood up and started to walk towards the
house.

"And Will, be sure it's a used one," John yelled out after me. I
startled. Was this kid growing up fast or had I freed thoughts he had
had suppressed for a long time.

I checked where everybody was in the house. My uncle was in the shop,
together with my aunt and Maria was sitting in the living room. That
was dangerous because that meant she could be in her room in just a few
steps. I very softly opened her door, entered the room and closed the
door again. The feminine smell of her room (which I had never entered
before) had an arousing effect on me. I felt my swelling dick pressing
against the zipper of my pants.  But I hadn't much time so I quickly
looked around.

She seemed to be a tidy person because I saw no laundry lying around in
her room. I walked to a wardrobe against the wall and opened some
drawers. In the bottom drawer she put away her dirty laundry. Hastily I
picked one of her knickers which had an appealing light blue colour.
Then I thought I heard steps approaching. Quickly I closed the drawer
and turned around. In my haste I overlooked the small table next to the
wardrobe. With my right arm I swept one of Maria's trophies (she was
an excellent gymnastic and had won many prizes) on the floor. It broke
in a dozen pieces. In ever growing panic I listened again, but the
steps were no longer to be heard. With my foot I swept the broken
pieces under the table and made my way out of her room.

Back in the garden I took the knickers from under my blouse and threw
them towards John. The adventure had frightened me. So I snapped at
him, "that is the last thing I did for you. I don't take any orders
from you again."

John looked at me angrily. He stood up and said, "we'll see about
that, slave." With those words he seemed ready to get into a fight
with me again. I was of course not afraid of him at all because I knew
I was actually much stronger. So I prepared myself for a quick victory
when suddenly John's mother came out into the garden to call us in
for lunch. John looked angrily at me but we had to obey his mother's
orders of course.

At the table Maria suddenly rushed in, the broken pieces of her trophy
in her hand. "Look mom, my best prize. Broken. Who did that? Who was
in my room just now?" She looked angrily at the two of us. John
denied everything and because his mother had kept an eye on him from
out of the shop, she must admit that she had seen him lying on the
grass the whole time. It was clear he couldn't have done it. That
threw the suspicion on me. I felt I was almost trapped. My aunt
hadn't seen me all the time so she looked at me puzzled. My head was
beet-red and I began to stammer excuses. Then I saw the smirking face
of John looking at me.

"I was with you the whole time, John, wasn't I?" I asked my young
nephew pleadingly.

"I don't know... were you there ALL the time?" he teased me. I
understood I was in his power once again and this time HE was in
control and not I.

"Surely I was, John, please think again. We can play the same play
again," I added words which he alone would understand.

'That's true," John answered, leaving in the middle whether he
meant that I had been with him all the time or that I would be his
slave again. Anxiously I looked at my aunt but she seemed convinced of
my innocence by John's testimony.

"Maybe Corinne broke it while dusting it and she forgot to tell
me," she told Maria. Corinne was the cleaning woman. Maria muttered
for a while, but gave in at the end although she kept on throwing
suspicious glances at John and me.

When the two of us were alone again John confirmed his re-won position.
I had to do all kind of annoying things for him and I could do nothing
else then obey him. As he didn't fail to tell me again and again he
could easily change his testimony that I had been with him in the
garden for the whole time.

In the evening, just before bedtime, he took me out into the garden
again. I wondered what he was up to. Then he ordered me to lie down on
my back on the grass. When I had done so he sat himself on my chest,
just like at the end of our fight together. He didn't need to press
my wrists down to the ground now however, because I was already in his
power. For a while we just stayed in this position. The dominance my
little nephew had over me excited me, so I shifted a bit.

"Lay still," John ordered me. Then he took Maria's knickers out
of his pocket and spread them out over my face.

"Hey, cut that out. They're dirty y'know," I yelled at him but
dared not to take them away myself.

He didn't react on my pleas but instead he said: '"I want you to
wear my sister's dirty underwear tomorrow, Will. And don't you try
to disobey my orders, because I will check you out!" Those last words
gave me a full hard-on and my breath quickened. Check me out, hey? That
would mean I would have to lower my pants for him. Just what I was up
to from the beginning! So I muttered for a while as if I didn't want
to obey his command, but in the end I gave in. Then John stood up and
ran away into the house, laughing.

I followed him slowly. He had gone up to his room already and I started
to follow him when my aunt began to speak to me, telling me how she
appreciated what I was doing for her son, that she saw how I let him
play the boss the whole time and that she was really touched that I let
him do that to me. I just stammered some thanks to her, my head all red
again and walked up to my room. If she only knew!

The next morning I woke early. The excitement that I would probably had
to expose myself soon before my little nephew was enormous. I
fantasized for a while what he would order me to do. Would he let me
strip completely naked, or would he only let me lower my upper pants?
Humiliating enough as that was, I would probably not be able to
restrain myself in that case and would pull everything down, knickers
and all. I rushed out of bed and took a quick shower. Then I stepped
into my cousin's dirty knickers. I had a small mirror in my room and
tried to find out how they looked on me. They were quite small and
exposed my legs up to the very hip. The upper side of them however were
curving down a bit. Some pubic hairs stuck out above the knickers. I
decided to let it be just as it was and finished dressing.

When I came down for breakfast I was surprised John wasn't there.

"Is John ill?" I asked his mother anxiously. That would ruin all my
plans!

"No, Will. But I have a strange request for you," she added.

"Oh? And what may that be?"

"Well, I don't know how to put this.." She hesitated a few
seconds, then she went on:" John asked me to tell you to bring him
his breakfast up in his room." She looked at me doubtfully, not
knowing how I would take this strange request from my two-years-younger
nephew.

"Oh, is that all. I'll be happy to do that," I answered
cheerfully.

"Would you really do that? Oh Will, you're such a nice boy. I
don't know why John thinks he can order you around, but as I told you
already yesterday: I really appreciate your efforts. Here is the tray.
I put your things on it too, so the two of you can have breakfast in
peace upstairs!"

I smiled at my aunt reassuringly when she placed the tray in my hands
and walked up to John's room. With my foot I pushed the door open,
which stood ajar. John was still in his pyjama's lying in bed. I put
the tray down on a small bench and stood there waiting silently.

"You know why you are here, don't you?" John asked.

I nodded.

"Show them to me then," he said.

I placed myself before his bed so he had a good view of me. By impulse
I started to unbutton my blouse.

"Hey, you don't have to undress completely, you know," John said,
"you can just open your pants a bit so I can check out you are
wearing them."

I just went on slowly undressing myself and John watched me now in
silence. When I came to my pants I pulled the zipper down very slowly.
Then I placed both hands at the top of my jeans and started to pull
them down. I saw how John had to swallow and lick his lips. I didn't
think he was gay or so (neither did I think of myself as being gay at
that time) but I think he was young enough to be interested in how
older boys looked like.

I stepped out of my pants and stood before John, only wearing a pair of
small, light blue, feminine knickers. I was so excited I thought my
erection would tear the frail thing in half. John's eyes were fixed
on the enormous bulge in the exciting piece of underwear which was
never intended to cover such a monstrosity.

At last John spoke in a strange, hoarse voice: "you're thing is all
stiff."

"Yeah. Do you care to see it?" I asked lightly.

He nodded, so I slowly pushed down his sister's underwear. My
erection sprang forward once it wasn't restrained any longer. My full
seven-inches-hot-red cock pointed straight at my nephew's face. He
actually backed up a bit.

"Jeez, I've never seen such a big one," he whispered. I wondered
whether he would have seen many boy's erections at the time but I
think he was just making an expression to show his admiration for my
manhood.

"Do you want to touch it," I asked him. I was very excited at the
moment and when he would have rejected the proposal I would probably
have pushed the thing right in his face anyway.

"Yeah, let me touch it,' he agreed however.

So I stepped forwards until my big swollen pole was only inches away
from his face. When he stretched out his right hand to wrap it around
my hot rod I felt suddenly dizzy.  "Watch out!' I tried to warn
him, but at the first touch of his hot sweaty hand on my stiff and
throbbing pole I exploded. Four, five, six rays of hot sticky stuff
were shot right in John's face with such a force that I wondered that
he wasn't pushed backwards against the wall behind him.

"AAAAAHHH!!" I cried out from sheer passion and excitement.

"AAAAAHHH!!" he cried out from shock and perhaps excitement too.

I was sure that we were heard all over the house and that soon
everybody would run into John's room to see who was being murdered
inside. What a strange scene they would have witnessed: me standing
fully naked before John's bed, my still erected pole throbbing
lightly from my ebbing lust, rays of cum hanging down from it, all that
with a pair of feminine knickers around my ankles. John sitting on his
bed in his pyjama's, his bewildered face all covered by some gooey
stuff, which obviously just had spurted out his elder nephew's dick.

No one came in however and after a few seconds John sprang out of his
bed and ran towards the sink in his room. When he looked into the
mirror that hung above it he shrieked.

"You dirty pervert. Why did you spray it all over my face? Look at
me, I'll never get it out of my hair." He began to let water run
into his hands and tried to wash the sticky stuff off of his face and
hair. But as you probably know: semen comes out easily, but isn't
easily removed. I pulled up Maria's knickers and started to dress
myself again.

"Maybe you have to use hot water," I advised my ill-treated nephew.

"Get out of my room, you f... pervert," he yelled at me. I thought
it wiser to comply and left the room.

Later that day my aunt told me she had found out about who had broken
her daughter's trophy (she didn't tell me how she found out, but
that was clear to me anyway) and she asked me to leave the same day.
She wouldn't tell my mom about it but she would never invite me to
her house again.

And so it went and I've hardly ever seen my nephew again after that.
But the memories that I nourish from my lodging are priceless! Don't
you agree?


The End
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