I Didn't Know He was My Nephew Ch. 01

Once we came down from our orgasmic high, we wordlessly went into the bathroom. I started the shower to let it warm up and he followed me in once it was at a comfortable temperature. Without speaking, we cleaned each other, got out of the shower, dried each other, and he followed me back into the bedroom. We crawled under the covers and he snuggled next to me. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him as close to me as possible. We both fell into a restful sleep as I softly kissed the back of his neck.

About an hour and a half later, we both started waking up. He was still in my arms; his back pressed tightly against my front. He rolled over, still in my arms, so he could see me. I smiled at him. "Hey babe. That was amazing earlier."

"Hey yourself. And, yes, that was amazing." His hand started sneaking down to grab ahold of me. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes when he asked, "My turn now?"

The look on his face when I shook my head and pulled his hand away from my dick broke my heart. He looked up at me again. The mischievous glint was gone and had been replaced by glistening tears. His voice was shaky when he said, "Oh. Okay, I'm sorry. I'll get dressed and get out of your hair."

He tried to get out of bed, but I wouldn't let go of him. My arms were holding him like a vice. I kept trying to make eye contact again, but he was looking everywhere but at me. Finally, I got a little frustrated and stated, "J.D. look at me, please."

Reluctantly, he allowed his gaze to meet mine. I smiled at him before I continued. "If you have let me speak a while ago, you would know I was going to ask if you wanted to grab a bite to eat. I'm starving and need to build up a little more energy if want to keep up with you tonight."

He thought about for a moment before he shook his head. "No thanks, I'm not that hungry. But I'll wait till you recharge a little more if I have to."

Unfortunately for him, his stomach chose that moment to rumble. I arched an eyebrow at him and a sheepish smile spread across his face. "Okay, maybe I'm little I am a little hungry."

"Well come on then. I have plenty of leftovers my mom sent home with me from last night's dinner."

We made our way to the kitchen, where I started bringing out the dishes. I handed J.D. a paper plate and told him to grab whatever looked good to him and I would warm it up for him. With our plates full of food, we went to the living room to sit on the couch and eat. For dessert, we each had a slice of my homemade pecan pie. He took a bite of the pie and his eyes lit up.

"Mmm. This tastes just like the pecan pie my Grammy brings when she comes down for Christmas. Who made this?"

I smiled. "I did. It's an old recipe I found in my mom's recipe box about twenty-five years ago. I've been using that recipe since I found it. My mom's not sure where the recipe came from. we've compared it to her mom's recipe, but it's not the same. Since I first made a pie using this recipe, the job of pecan pie maker has been mine. I probably end up baking anywhere from six to ten pies between Thanksgiving and Christmas."

"It's very good. My Grammy's tastes just like this. It's always my favorite dessert."

"Well, I'm glad you like it. I'll have to bake one for you someday."

"Sounds good to me!"

Once we finished our meals, I suggested we watch a movie to allow our food to settle. I asked if wanted anything to drink and he asked if he could have another rum punch.

"If you have another, you're spending the night. I'm not going to let you drink and drive, especially since it's supposed to start freezing over tonight."

"That's fine. I wasn't planning on leaving until you kicked me out. I'm having too much fun and you owe me," he replied with a wink.

I made our drinks, and noticed the house was starting to feel a little chilly. I decided to make a fire in the fireplace and then sat on the couch next to J.D. We ended up sitting with my back against the corner and my right leg on the couch. J.D. settled between my legs, laying with his back against my chest. I grabbed the throw blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped it around us as we settled in to watch Elf.

About halfway through the movie, we had each had three or four drinks. I started placing light kisses on his neck and shoulders. He moaned and pressed back against me. We kept that up for about ten minutes when he said in a gravelly voice, "Why don't we go back to bed? I've seen this movie enough times to know the ending. I want some more of you though."

"Lead the way, gorgeous."

"Okay, but do you mind if I use your bathroom first? I want to wash up a bit before we start."

"We can take another shower if you want."

He started to blush and stammered out, "Well umm okay. That's cool, but umm..."

I finally put two and two together and got what he was asking. I smiled at him and said, "Oh, okay. I see. Yeah, it's cool if you wash up a bit. Come on, I'll show you where the towels and things are." I put a little extra stress on the word "things."

He sheepishly smiled at me and I led him to the bathroom. I opened the cabinet under the sink and told him to help himself to anything he wanted to use and let me know if he needed anything else (that's where I keep my personal cleaning supplies wink wink). When he saw what was under the sink he said, "Thank you very much. I'll only be a few minutes. Go wait for me on the bed."

"Gladly!"

I then leaned in and kissed him quickly on the lips. A few minutes later, he came out of the bathroom and wearing absolutely nothing. I was laying on my back, so he crawled up between my legs and started sucking my dick. Damn that boy could suck some mean dick. I stopped him long enough to say, "Sit on my face. Let me eat your ass and get you ready."

He flipped around and put his knees under my arms so that he was facing away from me. This put his head right over my dick and his ass right in my face. My absolute favorite place for both of our mouths at the time.

There was no light teasing of his hole, no soft kisses to each cheek. I grabbed one cheek in each hand and spread them as far apart as I could and dove straight in and started going to town. That caused him to sit up. The sound that came out of him when he pushed his ass back into my face as hard as he could, almost made me shoot my load. I was tongue fucking him, fingering him, and stretching him out the best I could. He finally bent forward to engulf my throbbing erection.

It was starting to get to be too much too fast. I had to pull back and say, "Babe, if you don't stop right now, I'm going to come before I can fuck you."

He immediately stopped sucking my dick and got off my chest. "How do you want me?"

"I want you to ride my dick."

With those words he grabbed the lube and placed a good amount on my shaft. He squeezed some more into his other hand and reached behind him. He lubed up my dick while he lubed up his hole. Finally, he straddled my hips and aimed my throbbing member at his entrance. He started leaning back. With his eyes closed he slowly sat on my cock and sank down.

I told him to take his time and not to rush anything. He slowly sank onto my cock and finally I felt his ass resting on my groin. He sat still for only a few short moments before he rose up slowly until only my head was still inside and sank back down. He did this a few more times until he settled into a painstakingly slow pace. When he opened his eyes and looked at me, I notice the teasing, mischievous look on his face. That little fucker was going this slow on purpose, trying to tease me. Oh, hell no! I finally had enough and rolled us over so he was on his back with a growl. I stared down into his eyes and said, "You better hold on you little tease."

With that said, I began fucking him like there was no tomorrow. From the blissed-out look on his face and the moans of faster and harder, I could tell he was enjoying this as much as I was. A similar thought from earlier came to. It felt like his ass was made for my dick. We fit together perfectly.

He had his arms wrapped around my neck and his legs wrapped around my waist, trying to pull me as far into him as he could. When he said he was about to come, that was all the signal I needed. With one final hard thrust, I came deep inside him while his dick erupted between us at the exact same time. I couldn't help it when my body gave out and fell on top of him. It took a few minutes for my head to clear and my breathing to return to normal. I realized I was crushing underneath me tried to pull up off him quickly. He grabbed ahold of me tighter using both his arms and legs.

"Don't move, please."

"Aren't I crushing you? I have to feel heavy."

He shook his head slightly and said, "I like feeling your weight on me. I feel like I would've floated away if you weren't anchoring me to the ground."

Finally, after an indeterminable amount of time, he relaxed his legs and arms and let me slowly rise up and off of him. He moaned a little when my soft cock slipped out of his well fucked hole. I kissed him and asked, "Do you want to take another shower or can you move at all?"

He smiled up at me and said, "I can move, I just really don't want to. But I think we both need a shower."

He rolled off the bed and grabbed my hand. He led me into the bathroom, where we took another shower. Once we were clean and dried, I looked at the time. It was already almost midnight.

"So, what would like to do now? Do you want another drink? Watch another movie? It's totally up to you."

"If you don't mind, I'm kind of tired. Can we lay down and cuddle and just go to sleep?"

I kissed him and said, "That sounds perfect. Come on let's get some sleep."

We settled in bed in the same position as earlier, he had his back to my front and I was holding him as tight as could. Next thing I knew, I felt him stirring next to me. I slowly opened my eyes to see the sun shining in through the window shades. I looked at the clock and said it was 8:15 am. He settled back to sleep. I held him and watched him sleep for a bit. I finally extracted myself from him without waking him up. I got up, went about my morning routine in the bathroom, and then went to the kitchen to whip up some breakfast without bothering getting dressed.

About fifteen minutes later, I was standing at the stove making some pancakes when I noticed J.D. coming out of the bedroom. He was yawning and stretching. His hair was adorable, going every which way. He was still gloriously naked and I couldn't help but to stare.

I was broken out of my trance when he walked up to me and kiss me lightly on the lips and said, "I missed you when I woke up."

I said, "I missed you too, but wanted to make you some breakfast...so..."

He smiled at me. "You better start paying attention. You're about to burn my breakfast."

"Oh, shit!" I exclaimed. I turned to the stove and noticed the pancake in the pan was indeed about to burn. I quickly rescued it just in time with him chuckling behind me. I told him to help himself to some coffee or juice or milk.

He asked where the coffee was. I told him where the K-cups were and pointed to the Keurig on the countertop. I grabbed my mug of hot chocolate and watched him while he made his coffee. Once he had his coffee how he liked, we sat at the breakfast bar and started eating. I had already looked outside and it wasn't a pretty sight. It looked like Elsa had visited the night before and everything was covered with a sheet of ice. I let him know and asked, "Do you feel comfortable driving on roads like that?"

He looked scared shitless when he said, "Oh, hell no! It never gets like that down in New Braunfels. I have no idea how to drive on ice."

"That's what I figured. You're more than welcome to stay here till you're ready to go home."

"Are you sure? I don't want to overstay. I can imagine how annoying a hook-up who won't leave can be."

"Hey, stop that right now. Yes, you might have started out as just a hook-up yesterday, but you are not annoying me at all. In fact, I would really like to see you again as soon as possible. I know it might sound weird and creepy, but last night all I could think about when we were together was how it felt like we fit together perfectly."

I couldn't read the look on his face. He was staring at me but wasn't giving anything away. I thought, "Shit, I freaked him out." I started trying to back pedal and said, "Don't worry about it, I'm still tired. Just ignore what I..."

He cut me off. "You felt that too. I couldn't help but to keep thinking it felt like my dick was made to fit your ass perfectly and vice-versa. I thought I was going crazy thinking things like that. I was trying to convince myself it was way too soon to ever try to think that way."

"Welcome to my world! I've been thinking that since you walked in."

He smiled and threw his arms around me and we just stood there for a while hugging each other. Finally, I suggested we sit on the couch and decide what we wanted to do that day. We started asking each other questions, trying to get to know anything and everything we could about the other. It wasn't far into this game of twenty questions when I asked, "So, what does J.D. stand for?"

He blushed and said, "Oh please don't make me answer that. It's way embarrassing."

"Please? I'll still call you J.D. if that's what want, but I really want to know your name. Pretty please?"

He laughed and said, "If I tell you this, you have to promise not to make fun of me. God, this is so embarrassing."

"Alright, I promise I won't make fun of you," and then whispered, "too much."

He laughed and said, "Okay, fine. Just please don't laugh. J.D. are my initials for my first and middle name. I don't know what my parents were thinking when they named me. My name is Josiah David."

He looked at me expecting some sort of reaction. I must've looked like a deer caught in headlights because he said, "J.T. are you okay?"

I didn't respond; I just kept staring at him. He turned his whole body toward me and asked worriedly, "J.T.??? What's wrong? Babe? Please talk to me. Are you alright?"

In a voice I barely recognized I whispered, "Is your last name Robertson?"

It was his turn to look shocked and scared. He stammered out, "Ha ha how...how did you...did you know th that?"

"Oh fuck, no. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." I stood up and started pacing back and forth in front of him repeating "Oh fuck" over and over.

Finally, he stood up and stopped me by grabbing my shoulders. He said, "Hey, calm down and talk to me babe. How did you know my last name?"

I looked into his eyes and knew I was a goner. It made the decision right then that it didn't matter to me. I wanted to be with him and hopefully he would still feel the same once I told him.

"Okay, let me start by saying that this doesn't matter to me. I still want to be with you. Hopefully, you'll still feel that way once I'm finished."

"I'm sure I will. Let's just sit down and talk." We sat back on the couch and continued, "Now, what's going on? How do you know my last name?"

"I swear I didn't know. I didn't have a clue until you told me your name. Twenty years at Thanksgiving, my mom, dad, and I were out in San Francisco visiting my brother and his wife and their daughter." I continued the story and finished up with, "Two years after the blow-up and calling my sister-in-law a psycho cunt-whore-bitch, my parents let me know I was now an uncle to a baby boy named..." I paused and whispered, "Josiah David Robertson. I'm Jay, your dad's younger brother."

He sat there trying to process what I just told him. During my story, I could tell there were some moments of recognition to something, but evidentially, he had never been told this story. After a few moments that felt like centuries, he laughed. I looked at him thinking he might have lost it. He shocked the shit out of me when he kissed me hard. When he pulled back from the intense kiss, he looked at me and said, "Great. I'm falling in love with my uncle."

To be continued...