Date: Sun, 22 Feb 2004 16:23:29 -0500 (GMT-05:00)
From: Guy <gpndc1966@earthlink.net>
Subject: My Cousin, My Lover (Intergenerational/incest. Oral/Anal. M/b)

All the usual disclaimers apply. This is a story that contains graphic
depictions of sexual activity between an adult male and his pre-pubescent
cosuin. If that's not to your liking, go away, you have been warned.
Comments appreciated, flames will be ignored. Reply to
gpndc1966@earthlink.net.

My Cousin, My Lover
By Jonathan Abrams

     One weekend, in the first week of February, 8-year-old Brandon Brian
White went out of town to play a regional championship game with his
basketball team. His cousin, 21-year-old Kyle David Thompson, was his
coach. The team sponsors had booked motel rooms for the night, planning on
having three boys and one adult chaperone per room, as there were two
coaches, the bus driver and one parent scheduled to go along and there were
12 boys on the team. When they arrived at the motel, they discovered that,
instead of having four rooms with two full sized beds each, there were
eight rooms with one queen sized bed each reserved.
     "What's up with that?" Kyle asked the desk clerk.
     "I'm sorry," the clerk said. "Apparently they forgot to tell you when
the reservations were made that all the rooms only have one bed."
     "Apparently so," Kyle said. "Now what are we supposed to do? We have
12 young boys and only four adult chaperones. We can't put two boys in a
room without a chaperone."
     "I'm really sorry," the clerk said. "Would you like me to contact
another hotel and see what's available? I can't guarantee there is much
available because of the regionals. Practically every hotel room in town is
booked."
     "No, I don't think the sponsor would be willing to pay more," Kyle
said. "They shopped around to find the cheapest rates in town."
     "I could provide a roll-away bed in four of the rooms and credit you
for the other four, or..."
     "Or?" Kyle asked.
     "Well," said the clerk, "I think we have four pairs of rooms, meaning
there is a connecting door between two rooms. The only thing is they are
opposite ends and on separate floors. I wouldn't be able to give you
adjoining rooms like you have now."
     "That could work," Kyle said. "Let me check with the other
chaperones."
     After finding out their preferences, it was decided that they would
take the eight adjoining rooms rather than taking rooms at opposite ends
and on separate floors. They decided it was better to keep the team
together. It was then decided that they would put two boys in rooms with
one boy and one chaperone in an adjoining room.
     "If any of you need anything, you can knock on the wall and the
chaperone can be right there," Kyle said. "The younger boys will be paired
up with a chaperone. Since all the chaperones are related to one of the
boys, we'll pair relatives up together. Brandon and I will share a room,
David and his father (the chaperone) can share a room, Alexander and his
uncle (the bus driver) can share a room and Nathan and his brother (the
other coach) can share a room. The others can draw straws to see who will
share a room. It will be better if one of the older boys rooms with one of
the younger ones. Less problems that way and the older boy can help the
younger ones if something happens."
     Once everything was decided, everyone settled in for the night. Kyle,
as the main coach, checked on all the boys to make sure everything was OK
before returning to his room. Ten-year-old Patrick and 8-year-old Stephen
were in the room adjoining Kyle and Brandon's room.
     "This is interesting," Kyle said, as he stripped down to his boxers
and stretched out on the bed.
     "What?" asked Brandon, as he headed to the bathroom to brush his
teeth.
     "The way this ended up. I knew we would share a room, but I didn't
expect to have to end up with unsupervised boys in a room together."
     "You didn't know," Brandon said, stepping out of the bathroom in just
his briefs, which had pictures of Scooby Doo on them. Kyle glanced over at
him and smiled. He had never realized how cute a little boy in underwear
could be.
     "Yeah, but we might get in trouble with other parents who expected
their boys to be chaperoned on this trip," Kyle said as he headed for the
bathroom to brush his teeth.
      "They're just sleeping," Brandon said. "There's always an adult
around the rest of the time. If there's a problem, they'll knock on the
wall."
     "You're right," Kyle said as he turned out the light and climbed into
bed beside Brandon.
     "Aren't you going to read to me?" Asked Brandon.
     "You're kidding, right? I mean, you're 8 years old."
     "So? My parents always read to me at night."
     "I didn't bring a book," Kyle said, as he reached over and turned on
the light.
     "That's OK," Brandon said. "I did." He climbed out of bed and went to
his bag, where he removed a book called "Pirates Ahoy!" Handing the book to
Kyle, he climbed back into the bed beside him and leaned against Kyle's
arm. Kyle smiled, shifted a little as he started to get an erection and
started to read. About an hour later, he finished reading when he noticed
that Brandon's breathing had gotten more shallow and realized he had fallen
asleep. He closed the book, carefully reached over and turned out the
light, not wishing to disturb Brandon. He then leaned over and kissed
Brandon on his forehead and laid back against the pillow, smiling into the
darkness.
     About an hour later, Brandon shifted and rolled over onto his
side. Kyle snuggled against him as he slowly started getting an
erection. Within minutes, though, he had fallen asleep in the spoon
position. They stayed like that the rest of the night.
     Brandon woke up around 6:30 a.m. and, feeling Kyle's erection against
his bottom, he moved slightly, waking Kyle up. Kyle looked over at Brandon,
"Good morning."
     "Good morning."
     "We don't need to get up for an hour yet, so we might as well relax a
little," Kyle said. "You need to be well rested before the game today."
     "OK," Brandon said as he rolled over and snuggled his face against
Kyle's chest. He reached over and placed his hand on Kyle's left nipple,
which responded to the touch, causing Kyle to get an erection. He leaned
over and kissed Brandon on the forehead. Then, after a brief pause, he
leaned over and kissed Brandon on the lips. Brandon moved off Kyle's
shoulder and laid back against the pillow. Kyle moved over and kissed
Brandon full on the lips and reached his hand over and started rubbing
Brandon's nipples. Brandon opened his mouth and their tongues met as Kyle's
hand moved down Brandon's chest to his stomach, where it came to rest on
his belly button. Brandon let out a sigh as Kyle pulled away.
     "Wow!" Kyle said, as he rolled onto his back against the pillow. "I'm
sorry, Brandon. I don't know what came over me."
     "That's OK," Brandon said, with a mischievous grin, as he rolled onto
his side and placed his hand on Kyle's chest. Kyle's erection was pushing
against his boxers. He looked down and noticed Brandon's small erection
pushing against his briefs. Brandon moved his hand along the thin line of
hair on Kyle's stomach and stopped when his hand touched the waistband of
Kyle's boxers.
     Kyle reached over and ran his index finger along Brandon's chest, down
to his stomach and pushed it slowly inside the waistband of Brandon's
briefs. Brandon gasped. Kyle reached down and grasped Brandon's small
erection in his hand. He was amazed when his hand completely engulfed not
only Brandon's entire erection, but also his testicles. He leaned over and
they kissed again. Brandon reached down and moved his hand inside Kyle's
boxers, feeling his erection for the first time. Kyle pulled away, climbed
out of bed and removed his boxers, revealing his hard 7-inch penis. He
playfully removed Brandon's briefs, revealing his very hard 3-inch
penis. He climbed back on the bed and kissed down Brandon's body until he
completely engulfed Brandon's penis in his mouth. Brandon gasped as Kyle
started licking it like he would an ice cream cone. He licked and sucked on
it until Brandon's body was overcome with his youthful orgasm.
     "That was incredible," Brandon said, smiling.
     "It gets better," Kyle said, "Roll over."
     Brandon rolled over onto his stomach and Kyle kissed his neck, then
his shoulders, his back and finally, his buttocks, trying hard to contain
himself, fearing he would explode in orgasm any minute. He went into the
bathroom, grabbed a small jar of Vaseline and headed back to the bed.
     "Now," Kyle said. "Just relax." He dipped his index finger and middle
finger into the jar of Vaseline and generously greased up his penis. He
then put the fingers against Brandon's virgin hole and pushed. Brandon
gasped as Kyle's fingers entered his body. He started squirming as Kyle
greased him up, preparing for penetration. "Just relax. This will feel
really awesome, little cousin. Trust me."
     "I do," Brandon said.
     Kyle removed his fingers and placed the head of his penis against
Brandon's opening and started to push. Brandon winced as Kyle put his
fingers in Brandon's mouth to stifle any screams. He kept pushing until he
felt himself completely enter Brandon's body. Brandon started to relax as
Kyle removed his fingers from his mouth and started his in and out
motion. Brandon started moaning as Kyle flowed around him. In less than
five minutes, Kyle exploded in the most intense orgasm he had ever
experienced in his life. Smiling, he collapsed on top of Brandon. Finally,
Kyle softened and pulled out. The two went in and showered together.
     "That was awesome," Brandon said, as they were drying off. "Do you
think maybe we'll do it again sometime?"
     "Well, there's always tonight after the game," Kyle said,
winking. "Your parents aren't coming to pick you up at my apartment until
tomorrow."
     That night, they enjoyed a repeat performance.