Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2016 17:15:11 +0100
From: Rick Brown <trevor_s@mail.com>
Subject: My Nephew Jaime 2

	I stopped my gentle motion and decided to let my penis finish from
here. I was still halfway inside my nephew Jaime's sweet little ass, having
probed no deeper. And now, on the verge of ejaculation, I rose above him on
straight arms and exhaled with pleasure as my load began rhythmically
pumping inside him. I wanted to remain motionless, fearful I might lose
self-control, hunker down and begin ramming home my cock as deep as it
would go. But, unable to resist pleasure's temptation, I pulled back until
only my slippery, spermy head was inside him, and drove forward until I'd
passed, though not by much, the halfway point, shooting the last of my
semen in the process.
	All my strength gave way afterwards and I crumpled on top of the
little boy's pale body momentarily, my lungs emptied out as well, before
rising up again, pulling out of him and looking down in a state of near
disbelief at my own glossy, spent cock and at my fresh white semen oozing
from Jaime's dilated hole and running down his hairless little balls to the
sheet.
	"Oh!" I cried a penultimate time. "Oh..."

	Moments later Jaime and I were sitting up on the bed, our arms
around each other's backs. Partly out of love, and partly out of gratitude,
I kept leaning over to kiss the shiny brown hair atop Jaime's head, which
smelled sweetly of the peaches-and-cream shampoo I'd bought for him to use
during his stay.
	"Was I OK?" Jaime asked.
	"What do you mean OK?"
	"In...bed?"
	I laughed and gave my nephew a sideways hug. "Of course you were
OK. You were great! You made a big mess though," I added, jokingly,
"but..."
	"I did?"
	I pointed at the wetspot forward of Jaime's slender legs, which I'd
meticulously shaved for him the previous dayÑhis first full day staying
with me in the cabin. The blade had nicked him in a few places, especially
around the knees, and here and there his legs bore little red marks. His
knees were relatively flat and smooth, however, like a girl's, instead of
knobby like a boy's. The tiny nicks were more due to my lack of shaving
prowess than any irregularities in Jaime's adorable ten-year-old body.
	"That's the way it is with girls," I said, still pointing.
	"What?"
	"Vaginas." I looked down at my nephew. "You know what a vagina is?"
	"Sure," Jaime said, uncertainly.
	"Most of it leaks out. It's not nice and tight afterwards like a
man's bottom."
	"How come it leaked out of me?" Jaime wondered.
	"Because I'm being careful. I'm only penetrating you, like,
halfway."
	"Why don't you penetrate me all the way?" Jaime asked bravely.
	I gave him another sideways hug. "Because you're too small. I don't
want to hurt you. Besides, I promised your dad..."
	"Oh screw dad," Jaime frowned.
	"Hey, now!" Just two days ago, on this very bed, my brother and I
had taken turns ejaculating on Jaime's backside. Shortly afterwards his dad
had departed, leaving a grateful Jaime in my care for a weeklong stay in my
cabin in the woods. "Why're you so down on your dad?"
	"Like he cares."
	"I'm sure he does, son."
	Jaime raised an expression at me that was neither smiling nor
frowning. His pretty blue eyes were narrowed however. "Halfway," he
said. "That's a joke!" Jaime then twisted his naked body inside my arm, as
if he were trying to seat himself deeper in the soft mattress. "Thanks for
caring so much," Jaime said to me. "But if you want to go deeper you
can. It doesn't hurt."
	"We'll see," I replied.
	I sat in silence with my nephew for awhile, wondering how we should
spend the rest of our day. It was fairly warm, if clouded over. We could go
out on the lake again, like yesterday. Jaime didn't like to fish but he did
like to go out in the boat, whose little outboard I sometimes let him
steer. But that would mean putting clothes back on, and I so coveted the
sight of my nephew's naked body I found myself resisting. Don't be selfish,
I told myself.
	"What would you like to do today, Jaime?"
	My nephew seemed in a trance. He was looking to his right, out a
bedroom window through which tepid sunlight not so much streamed as entered
flatly. As if window and sill were a two-dimensional painting. Jaime raised
his right arm. He pointed.
	"See that?"
	"What?"
	The drapes were open but I wasn't much concerned. No one ever came
around here. And if they didÑa distant neighbor, sayÑthey wouldn't be
sneaking around to the bedroom window; they'd knock at the front
door. Still, it was perhaps foolhardy on my part leaving the drapes wide
open while having sexual intercourse with my ten-year-old nephew.
	"That," Jaime replied. I squinted.
	"I don't see anything, son."
	Jaime's right arm was now drooping in the same way my glossy penis
had after I pulled out of him, spent. "It's gone," he said.
	"What was it?" I asked, my concern growing a tad. In fact I was
detaching my body from Jaime's and sliding toward the side of the bed.
	"Something shiny," he replied. "It was there for, like, three
seconds, hovering, then it was gone."
	My precocious nephew's power of observation, and his ability to
articulate it, staggered me. No wonder he was in some kind of educational
fast-track program that left his fourth grade counterparts in the
dust. Jaime was already reading at a junior highschool level according to
his mom. He would probably be in college by age 16. I would help out. If he
was destined for Harvard, or for Oxford for that matter, then Harvard or
Oxford it would be. Unlike my brother I had no wife, no partner currently,
no kids. And thanks to Facechat, the stock not the social media site
itself, which I'd bought at about 10% of its current market value, I had
money to burn. Hence the cabin on a private lake. I was at the window now,
careful to keep off to one side. The window was fully down and locked,
thankfully. I yanked the curtains shut, plunging us into relative darkness.
	"Was it a hummingbird?" Jaime asked.
	"How big was it?"
	Jaime held his hands out at a measuring distance of nearly a meter.
	"Then it wasn't a hummingbird, darling," I declared. I moved
quickly to my clothing, which was draped over a bedroom chair. I looked
over my shoulder. "Honey? Get dressed, OK? And then pull these sheets off
the bed and throw `em in the wash."
	I watched Jaime roll his blue eyes. This was the third consecutive
day I'd instructed him to change and wash dirty, sperm-sodden sheets. The
poor kid must be wondering if I was consigning him to maid's duty during
his stay.
	"Hurry," I added.
	"Why?"
	"I don't know."
	"Was it a drone?"
	My fucking brother. My fucking brother had planted in his son's
head, before he left us to ourselves, the idea that enemy drones might be
lurking out here in the middle of nowhere. "Watch out," he'd told Jaime,
before parting.
	"I doubt it," I now lied. "A drone maybe but not an armed, enemy
one."
	"I think there may've been a camera on the bottom," Jaime said, as
he pulled up the pair of size 5 microfiber panties I'd bought for him to
wear around the house. Girl's panties. God he looked cute in them! That
little cluster of penis and balls in the crotch? "Either that or a weapon,"
he added.
	"It probably wasn't a weapon," I again lied, as I buttoned my
shirt. "Although a camera might be just as bad..."
	"Can they penetrate glass?" I looked up. My nephew had beaten me to
the punch. He was already dressedÑpanties, sweatshirt, jeansÑaside
from his pretty bare feet whose nails I'd painted cherry-red the day
before, after shaving him. His disheveled brown hair hung down below his
ears in a pageboy cut, the bangs reaching to his eyebrows. God he was cute!
Drones...
	"Their cameras?"
	"Their weapons systems," Jaime replied.
	"No. I don't know." Adding, "That's probably why it didn't fire at
us."
	The precocious Jaime, pulling the stained sheet off the bed: "I
thought you said it wasn't a weapon."
	All the pretty ten-year-old boys in the world and my nephew had to
be a fucking genius? "I...don't know Jaime. You're asking me questions I
can't...Maybe it was a mirage."
	"A mirage? Like in the desert? We're in the woods."
	"Jaime," I pointed. "The washing machine, OK?"
	"OK. All right already. Jeez..."
	I let Jaime, with his armful of bedclothes, precede me through the
bedroom door. When he was safely out of view in the kitchen I headed to the
fireplace, with its dying embers, stepped up onto the stone base and took
down from above the mantle, with its assortment of bronze reproductions of
naked Greek youths, my 12-gauge. It was an over-under type. Two
shots. Designed for hunting or skeet shooting not, say, short-range combat.
	I broke it open. Both barrels loaded. I grabbed a box of shells and
headed to the front door. The obedient Jaime was busy loading the washer in
the kitchen.
	"Stay inside," I ordered.
	"Where you going?"
	"More firewood."
	"Huh?"
	I slammed the cabin door behind me, advanced to porch's rickety
edge with raised gun, safety off, and surveyed the sky. It was clouded
over. It appeared as empty, seemingly, as my balls...