mulholland

I wanna be that kid so bad. The perfect victim. Shy, lonely, no siblings. Maybe the parents are working a lot, so I need to get babysat by all the nearby family members. I'm known to have a wild Imagination so surely nobody would believe me if anything happened.

Please, take advantage of every family reunions, take advantage of all the time there's just too many kids running around and nobody will notice that I'm gone. Please, tell me all the grossest stuff, normalize it, make it look like love. Or like a secret game. Something just between you and me, that nobody can ever find out.

Each year passing makes me even more withdrawn and aloof. I can't make friends, can't focus in school, I start acting out. Maybe even picking fights. So my parents turn to you, because we have a special relationship. They think I should maybe spend more time with you, that maybe you could set me on the right path again.

You're a good teacher. I learn how to kneel with my hands crossed behind my back, I learn how to respond to the sound of you snapping your fingers or clicking your tongue. You make me into the perfect little fucktoy, obedient and ready to be used.

It's not unusual for your parents to leave you with me. You're an only kid and I never had any of my own so they thought it'd be the perfect time for us to hang out. Of course my brother trusts me with his kid. I'd let you read whatever book you wanted, even the scary ones your parents never let you look at. It's our little secret ;)

Same goes for movies. You loved when I'd let you watch all the R rated films even though it would scare you shitless. It let me talk to you about sex any time there was a scene that came on.

"It's what people who care about each other very much do. Look how happy they look." I'm the fun uncle because I let you do all the things mom and dad say no to. So the first time my hand crept over your thigh you thought nothing of it. We're just sitting on the couch right? Watching movies and eating snacks. Rubbing small circles into your skin and I watch you squirm before I pull away. I don't touch you for the rest of the night but I saw how you kept looking at me after.

Sometime's I'd slip sleep aids in your food and stand at the end of your bed as I watch you sleep, my cock in hand as I imagine what you'd feel like around me. But it's too soon.

When I send you off to your parents once more you tell them how much you loved your dear uncle.

As each weekend passed I get more bold. My hand on your lower back to steady you, fingers dipping beneath the collar of your shirt when I put my hand on your shoulder. Helping you bathe after we go swimming in the lake, my eyes lingering over the beginning of soft curves. Using a sponge going over your chest and I feel you jolt and you almost look embarrassed about it. That night I showed such restraint to sneak into your room and take you then.

Come summer time and the reunion is happening, all the family is there but I notice you still don't play with the others. You've started to grow up and you're too old for the kids table but not old enough to hang out with the older teens and adults. I pull you aside and ask if you want to go fishing, that I got the equipment in the truck. Your eyes light up and I already feel the buzz of lust. We set up far from the rest of the family and I pull out some beer. Your eyes linger on the cans and I pretend to give a disapproving look, saying you're too young but eventually give in and let you have one. I look away and you've taken another and I can see you're already getting tipsy, eyes dazed. I stand and go to the edge of the water and pull my cock out to piss and you follow. You're openly staring and I see the curiosity. I always knew my brother leaned on the conservative side when it came to this kinda stuff.

"You can touch it."

You step forward hesitantly and wrap your hand around it and it takes everything in me to not start thrusting into your grip. I pat your head with a smile.

"You're such a good boy for me you know." You start moving and I let out a grunt. What I wouldn't do to get that cute little mouth on my cock but I don't want to scare you and I let you move at your own pace even if it was torture. When I finally cum it's on your fingers, spunk slipping through them and dripping down onto your wrist. I don't even have to tell you to lick it up. You're such a natural you practically devour it off your skin.

"If you're real good and don't tell anyone we can do this again."

After that you basically beg your parents to come over, even when they don't need you to be watched. They don't even question it. Soon I've convinced you to be on your knees, your mouth stretched around my cock and barely able to fit in your mouth. It takes practice before you're able to let it slide down your throat and my balls are hitting your chin as I use you as a fleshlight. It's near the end of summer do I finally make my move. I added sleep aids to your food again so you'll be too weak to fight against me. I know your hole will struggle to take me but I just can't help myself. You're half awake when I sink into you, your body arched off the bed as you let out a cry of pain. I lay over top you, my mouth finding yours to quiet you as I shift your hips and fuck into you. Your face is covered in tears and I kiss them away, tongue lapping at them like this is a divine meal just for me. That night I cum in you so many times its dripping out of you and I have to change the sheets after you leave but by that dazed look on your face I knew I had you.

And I do it again and again and again. Each weekend taking you somewhere different until you're tuckered out. Sometimes even after you pass out I don't stop. Your body still reacts to me like the needy little hole it is.

Eventually summer ends and you have to go back to school and I hear you've been picking fights, your grades are slipping, you've been moody. Your parents think it's because you're a teenager and that all kids go through this. So at the suggestion of the school therapist you go on a vacation with me. Time spent with your fave uncle. What a good kid you are. You don't even hesitate to climb into my lap, grinding down on my lap as you whine that you missed me. I start to train you. Certain words that have you leaking in your underwear, a whistle pattern that has you flushed as I finger you.