BRADY:

    After my uncle learned what my cousin D.J. and I really were up to after dark, he seemed to avoid me for a few weeks. It didn't help that Uncle Doug's campaign got caught up in a political scandal when some of his donors were exposed as having questionable connections. Uncle Doug went to D.C. to do damage control, and those of us left at the office worked hard at cleaning up the mess. It actually made the job much more exciting. The stakes were high, but I preferred this to just churning out repetitive media releases.

    Upon returning from Washington, my uncle surprised me by inviting me out for drinks after work one evening. We drove a couple of towns away to a luxury hotel that had a phenomenal bar that reminded me of the swanky venues in Boston that my boyfriends would take me to on special occasions.

    "Are we celebrating something?" I asked my uncle after we got our cocktails. No one bothered asking me for ID, but all the employees seemed to know my uncle so I'm sure that was a contributing factor. Besides, I was now officially less than a week away from being 21.

    "I just wanted to thank you for all the work you've been putting in," Uncle Doug said formally. "I heard you've made yourself indispensable at the office lately."

    "Ha! Hardly. I think people are just telling you what they think you wanna hear cuz I'm your nephew," I said.

    "No, I've been watching you, and I can tell you're working hard," he insisted.

    "You've been 'watching me'? That sounds a bit creepy," I added, taking a sip of my cocktail.

    My uncle let out a long, loud sigh. I had a feeling what was coming next… and I was right.

    "You and D.J. shouldn't be doing what you're doing," Uncle Doug said with a serious tone of voice.

    "With all due respect, that's none of your business," I said brazenly. "I mean, we're doing it under your roof, so you could kick us out. But other than that… D.J. is old enough in this state. He and I aren't even biologically related. And even if we were, it's not like one of us is gonna get knocked up and have a freak baby or anything."

    "And you think that makes it okay?"

    "Granted, my definition of what's okay might be different than most people's," I shrugged. "But I'm happy, D.J.'s happy… You could be happy as well," I added with a smirk.

    I expected my uncle to turn me down yet again, which is why I was surprised to see him grin and ask, "And how would you make me happy?"

    "Are you saying you'd be open to it again?" I grinned back.

    "I'm saying it's been a hell of a week," he replied. "And I could use a… happy ending."

    I smiled and shook my head, taking a sip of my drink in an effort to appear coy. My uncle was acting like the king of mixed signals, which I guess wasn't all that unusual for a man in his position. He knew he had a reputation to maintain… but the motherfucker wanted this. He wanted it bad. I could tell by the hungry way he was eyeing me, even in this public bar. Next, he downed the rest of his drink and slammed the glass on the table, asking "Should we check out the upstairs?"

    The 'upstairs' was obviously referring to the hotel rooms. I still didn't say a thing; I just drank my drink and delicately placed the empty glass on the table. Before I'd even unwrapped my fingers from its rim, Uncle Doug was getting up and walking to the reception desk. Unsurprisingly, he got us the presidential suite – apropos with his political ambitions.

    "I need to take a piss," my uncle announced as soon as we got into the suite. He left me wandering around while he headed to the bathroom and pissed with the door open, taking a minute or two to return after he was done. I waited for him on the couch, and when he entered the room he was stark naked, with a semi-hard dick already pointing at me.

    "I'm feeling a bit peckish. Maybe we should order some food," I teased, pretending not to notice the gorgeous dick swinging in front of my face. After all, it was my turn to play hard to get.

    "Oh don't worry, I'll feed ya," Uncle Doug promised as he stepped closer to me. As the distance between us narrowed, I could sense my uncle's musk… and not just with my nose. It was as if he was giving off some sort of primal sexual energy that I could feel with my whole body. I soaked it in like a sponge. After enjoying an overactive sex life in Boston, I was now so much more appreciative of moments like this, which didn't happen all that often for me anymore.

    Uncle Douglas knew that I was enjoying the view, and he wasn't opposed to giving me a show. He stood right in front of me, his feet shoulder-distance apart, rubbing his penis in rhythmic motions until it was fully erect. All of the precum he was leaking provided ample lubrication, and as I watched my uncle's glistening prick, I leaned back and I took out my own. We both bated like that for ten minutes, just watching each other, occasionally whispering things like "yeah, that's right, man," but mostly focusing on our two tools.

    As his hand slid back-and-forth on his rock-hard dick, Uncle Doug's feet began to inch closer to the couch. I opened my mouth, licked my lips, and leaned in closer to him. With two more steps, my uncle's dickhead was entering my mouth, oozing precum and sending it directly down my throat. I took a deep breath through my nose and I dove in, taking Uncle D's dick ball-deep. With my hand on his balls, I felt his sexual energy more than ever. He wanted me, and I wanted him! I opened my mouth wider, accommodating his daddy dick, while he placed his hands on the back of my head and began face-fucking me mercilessly. After a short while, he placed his right foot on the couch, thrusting inside my mouth as a mixture of his precum and my saliva dripped down my chin and his nut sack.

    "Take your clothes off, boy," he commanded me, sounding slightly out of breath with the workout he'd been getting. 

    I was wearing a button-up shirt, so I managed to undress fully without even taking a second's break from sucking my uncle's dick. Now that I was fully nude, my uncle reached down and grabbed hold of my hard rod, giving it a few up-and-down strokes.

    "Nice dick, Son," he said to me, triggering the pervy side of my brain. "Now let's see the ass."

    Without missing a beat, I immediately took Uncle Douglas's dick out of my mouth and I turned around, poking my ass out in his direction. I no longer wanted to play hard to get; if my uncle wanted access to my ass, I would give it to him no questions asked.

    "Niiiice," he growled, squatting down and burying his face between my asscheeks with a whiff so big and loud enough for me to hear. Usually clean-shaven, by this point of the evening my uncle's five-o'clock shadow was still barely visible but I could definitely feel it exfoliating the insides of my cheeks and my sweaty taint. His tongue was incredibly talented, driving deeper inside of me than I ever expected from my uncle. 

    "Ahhhhh, yeah," I moaned, spreading my knees even wider on the couch and leaning down against the backrest. My hard dick throbbed on its own, stimulated by my uncle's tongue up my hole. A few moments later, there was more than just a tongue I could feel inside me: two of my uncle's fingers were also digging inside my hole, spreading it wider and poking around in hopes of finding my prostate, which lay beyond their reach.

    "Time to do this," I heard my uncle say ominously, probably talking to himself. The next moment, he was standing up and spitting onto my ass crack, lubing me up with his saliva. "Here we go," he grunted, driving his dick inside my hole.

    "FUUUCK!!!" I screamed. Honestly, it wasn't like my ass wasn't well used to this;  but mentally, I felt super-stimulated to be getting fucked by my own uncle. 

    "Yeah. Is this what you wanted? Well, you go it, boy," my uncle growled as he shoved his dick deeper inside me, until I could feel his nuts hitting my taint. 

    "Fuck yeah, Uncle D. Fuck my ass," I begged as my uncle thrusted back and forth, almost pulling out with each backward stroke before driving the entirety of his prick back inside of me, making me yelp and leak wad after wad of precum onto the couch.

    "Yeah, it's what you need, Son, ain't it?" he grunted, finding his groove more and more with each stroke.

    "Yes, Daddy," I replied, using that word for my uncle for the first time.

    "Fuuuuuuuck," he snapped, obviously turned on by being addressed this way by me. He placed his hands on my hips and he went absolutely CRAZY on my ass, piston-fucking me faster than I'd ever been fucked! 

    "Ah, ah, ah, ah," I moaned like a woman in an overly-directed porn movie. As much as I tried to hold back from all that yelping, I just couldn't help it. I knew I sounded ridiculous, but my ass was getting such a good workout that I couldn't hold it in me. I moaned, I yelled, and I begged for more. And my uncle obliged, going hard on my hole, displaying endurance and stamina uncharacteristic for a man his age. He was doing it for me, but I could tell he was also getting off on this; fucking his own nephew's ass. 

    "Fuck yeah, open up for me, boy," he told me. "Take it, Son."

    "Yes, Daddy," I whimpered again, feeling my uncle grow even harder inside of me when he heard that.

    "You gon milk this nut out of me, Son. You want it in you, huh?" he asked.

    "Fuck yeah, Dad. Breed my ass," I begged, on the verge of an orgasm as well.

    "Fuuuck, boy, here it comes. Fuuuuuuck," my uncle grunted, and with a final forward thrust he flooded my asshole with his seed. I exploded and shot all over the backrest of the couch without even touching myself, stimulated by the feeling of my uncle's jizz seeping into my guts.

    After he was done breeding me, Uncle D pulled out, and while still catching his breath he said, "Not a word of this to anyone. Not even D.J."​​