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Subject: Dreamin' About my Cuz - Chapter 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This story is completely fictional. Any resemblance by name or description to anyone dead or alive is totally coincidental. This is a story about a boy having a crush on his cousin. If this offends you, if you are not of legal age or if this content is not legal inyour area, please do not read this. If you have comments, please email meat ail. If you enjoy my stories, please consider donating to . Their hard work helps us all enjoy these stories. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chapter 3 Year 1 July 5th It was another perfect day with Jeffers, which is no surprise by now. I have to bite my lip to keep from smiling constantly on the way home. It's hard, sitting right next to him in the backseat of the car. We're both on our phones with our earbuds in, but I can't help sneaking glances every chance I get... hoping to see that he's also trying to hide a smile. My summer days are not typical for guys my age. I go to ballet class with Olivia and McKenzie a few hours early. Sometimes we stay hours late, watching choreographer videos on Snapchat and Instagram. Then, we have to spend hours trying to learn the dances and use them to inspire our own original moves. On days that I don't have dance, I usually read for hours, working on my summer book list or run to try to improve my endurance. Then, when I feel really, really lazy, I slip under my covers with my laptop in my bedroom and waste an entire day watching ballets and operas on YouTube. I admit, it's not really the typical summer day of a fifteen-year-old boy. Sometimes, I do normal stuff with the family. Sometimes, Olivia and McKenzie come over and we hang out and talk about nothing. But when Jeffers is here, I do normal stuff like normal kid. Today, my family and Jeffers's family went to the county fair, but we all got to split up. I spent the entire day with him. I had to BEG Olivia and McKenzie not to go. I promised them I'd be their slave for a month. They're convinced now that I also want to be impregnated by Jeffers, but they seem strangely unsurprised and not grossed out by it. Maybe I'll have to come clean with them after Jeffers leaves. Maybe they can help me with boy-crush stuff. I had to have him all to myself today. Today is my real birthday. Sure, we ran into other family members several times throughout the day, but we were always able to sneak away and do whatever we wanted. We went on stupid rides. We played stupid games and lost way too much money. We ate the stupidest foods we could find. We did things that I would have hated if I was with Olivia and McKenzie. I would have rolled my eyes at it all... but doing these things with Jeffers... well, I had the most fun of any day in my entire life. Now that we're on the way home, the smiles I'm trying to smother are because I've just realized... that today felt like a date. I literally feel like I'm on the way home from the most perfect date with Jeffers. I feel like I should tell him what an amazing time I had and then kiss him. He was so funny, so happy, so attentive. He wasn't embarrassed about sitting next to me on any rides, sometimes crowded right up against me. He never once looked like he was bored or annoyed or tired of me. He gave me his full attention all day. He wasn't even looking at his phone escort bayan much, unless we were in an unbearably long line and I was on mine, too. He even won me a stuffed animal. He won me a goomba because we used to play hours of Mario games during his visits when we were younger. I accused him of giving it to me only because he didn't want to carry it around all day. He said that he wanted me to have something to remember today by. I still can't believe he said that. My heart thumps so hard when I replay it in my head. The goomba is a treasure now. It's my most prized possession. I'll hug it and cuddle it when I'm missing him. Fuck, I'm gonna miss him so much. We get home, and everyone rushes to the showers. I wonder why, but quickly realize the answer after I look down at my arms and legs. My entire body is filthy. The dirt is caked all over with sweat, and I'm covered with tiny pieces of hay and sawdust that are impossible to pry loose. I'm the cleanest person in the world. I can't stand having any dirt under my fingernails, and I always keep them trimmed perfectly. I never noticed how gross I was all day, and I never noticed how equally gross Jeffers was, either. Girls always win the rush to the showers, so Jeffers and I head out to the pool to use the outdoor shower, which is freezing. I try my best to not look at him, and at the same time, make it look like I'm not intentionally NOT looking. We both keep on our boxer briefs and wash inside of them while we're back-to-back. Through clattering teeth, we both get the same idea and rush towards the spa. I turn on the jets and we both moan as the heat soaks into our skin. We sit in silence for a while with our eyes closed... at least his eyes are closed every time I open mine and peek at him. The house falls silent after fifteen minutes or so. Everyone was so exhausted that they must have gone to bed immediately after their showers. I'm feeling ready to get out and go to bed, but I don't want to bother Jeffers. His eyes are still closed, but now I see a smile sneaking onto his lips. "I haven't given you the rest of your present, Coley-Poley." He pumps his fist in the air and finally opens his eyes. We haven't jerked off together yet, but I knew it was coming, especially after how well today went. "Oh yeah?" "You owe me one too, since we'll be driving home on my actual birthday." "It looks like you're ready," I giggle, noticing a bulge in his boxer briefs under the water. "You too," he smiles back at me. I hadn't noticed, but mine is poking straight up. "Wanna jerk off here?" "What if someone comes out?" "Everyone's probably asleep now. Plus, I'd rather not go running through the house to your bedroom with this hard-on," he giggles. "Okay, come sit over by me so we can see the porchlight if anyone turns it on." He slides over next to me until our thighs are touching underwater. My heart is racing, and I've never been more... physically excited. "So, who you jerking off to these days?" he asks softly. "I mean, besides porn." "Huh?" "Who inspired that bone you got currently?" He squeezes it through my underwear. I casually whip it out and he wraps his palm around my shaft without pumping. "Uhh... I dunno," I say, hoping the sound of the jets drowns out the shakiness in my voice. "He just kinda woke up when someone said they were going to play with him." I laugh unconvincingly. Suddenly, I can't think of one female celebrity... kocaeli escort bayan not one. I can't even think of any of the female ballet dancers that I see on YouTube and Instagram and Snapchat. My brain isn't working. Fuck, I can't even think of any guy dancers that I jerk off to, either. The only name my brain knows right now is Jeffers. "Who are YOU jerking off to?" I croak. "Umm..." he smiles and bites his lip. "Bieber sometimes. Five-years-ago Bieber." He looks right into my eyes for my instant reaction. I don't even really know what Justin Bieber looks like now, much less five years ago. I don't know much about popular music, but that's not what I'm focusing on. "JUSTIN Bieber?" I could drown myself because my reaction came out incredibly prudish, but I'm genuinely shocked. "No, his mom." Jeffers rolls his eyes and I feel his hand slip off my dick. "I don't even know what his mom looks like." Stupid word after stupid word tumbles out of my mouth, and I don't even realize his joke until the entire stupid sentence flops out of my mouth and spreads on the surface of the water. "Yes, JUSTIN!" he sighs with impatience. "Umm... there's something you should know about Justin," I say, trying to recover with a joke of my own. "What?" "He's a guy," I say flatly. "Hey, five-years-ago-Justin was prettier than most girls." Jeffers folds his arms in defiance. "Yeah, I guess, but he's got a dick." "So?" he asks with annoyance. "Okay, I told you... now you tell me." "Well, there's this girl in my history class..." I say for some reason with panic rising. My voice stalls and I look back at his eyes, which seem to be pleading. He raises one eyebrow as my pause seems to fill the air. "Umm... also... Bieber," I say with a guilty voice. "I knew it!" he smiles with triumph. I feel his hand wrap around my shaft again, and this time, he gives it a couple of tugs. I arch my back and let out a little gasp. It feels a million times better than last year, and that's when he made me cum from three little jerks... not just cum, but explode. "Just close your eyes, and think of the Biebs," he whispers. I'm glad to have the excuse to stop making such direct, intense eye contact with him. I know I'm about to gush again, and I'm happy that we're underwater and he can't measure the intensity. I grunt and arch my back again to let him know that it's about to happen, and he firmly strokes me through a powerful orgasm. I bet I squirted even more than last year. I let him continue to jerk my dick until I catch my breath and it becomes too sensitive. "Thanks," I whisper, clearing my throat once I'm back in control of my body. I quickly reach for his dick, which has popped out of his underwear. "Oh, hello there!" Jeffers says with a quick laugh. "So, who else do you fantasize about?" I ask, but Jeffers doesn't reply. His eyes are closed again as I give him some soft jerks. "Any other guys?" "Sure," he says, patiently. "Girls?" "Sure," he says in the exact same tone. "What kind of porn do you like to watch?" "I like amateur stuff," he sighs. "They look like they're feelin' it a lot more than the ones who are gettin' paid." "Yeah, you're right," I say, not really knowing what he's talking about. I usually let my brain go to other ballet dudes and Jeffers because I always want to get it over with as soon as possible. Searching out porn to get me there seems to be not really worth kocaeli escort the effort. I got stuff to do. "It just depends on what I'm in the mood for," he continues. "Straight porn is good. Gay porn is good. Lezzy porn is good. I even like the kinky shit," he says, squirming a little. He's close. "What are you thinking about right now?" I whisper. "Mmmm... Justin's smile... and his lips. I love his fucking lips," he says very quietly, and his mouth drops open. "You want to kiss him?" I ask, trying not to ruin the mood. "Well... I have this fantasy that I cum all over his lips... and then he licks it all off with that naughty boy smile... uhhnnn...." I see the white streaks around his dick, and I know I've done my job. "Wow, that's... specific. Hot, but specific." I continue to pump his dick until he finally wiggles away. "Dude, that's enough!" he laughs. "Sorry," I giggle. I suddenly notice I've got a big problem. I'm fully hard again. He's going to notice it in seconds, but it will be worse if I try to hide it. I just lean my head back against the edge of the spa and close my eyes. "You ready to go in?" he asks. "Okay, sure," I say with a yawn. "Wow, your dick is ready, too!" he laughs, finally noticing. "Oh yeah." I look down, as if I didn't know, and he laughs some more. "He thinks that since it's my actual birthday, I get to go twice." "Okay, I'll take care of you in your bedroom," he says, stepping out of the spa. "I'll be right back. I'll go get us a couple of towels, and you can cover up." "Man, you're a lifesaver," I say as he scurries inside. He appears again in just seconds, and I try unsuccessfully to minimize my boner, but it's definitely ready, as Jeffers said. We quickly dry off and quietly run back to my room. I close my door as silently as possible, as it seems like the house, itself, is asleep. I lie down on my bed, and Jeffers kneels on the floor next to me. He helps me out of my wet underwear, and my dick bounces up against my belly button in anticipation. He takes hold of it and begins pumping. His eyes are half-closed and he lets out a big yawn, but I can still see that smile. "Dude, that spa really zapped me. Hurry up and cum so I can go to sleep." "Okay." I close my eyes and take slow, deep breaths. I pick up where Jeffers's fantasy left off. After Justin finishes licking up the cum, he stands up and cums all over Jeffers's lips. Now, Jeffers licks his own lips... with his own naughty boy smile... very slowly... loving every second. I feel some wet drops on my tummy, and open my eyes to watch the cum spill out of my dick. Luckily, it's nothing spectacular, so recently after my last orgasm. "Good job, sport," Jeffers says with another exaggerated yawn. He stands up and wipes his hand off with a tissue and quickly jumps into bed and pulls the sheet over him, all the while keeping his back to me. YES, he's fucking hard again! He HAS to be. I feel like I'm as hot as five-years-ago Bieber for a few seconds. I finish wiping up my mess with a few tissues and turn off my lamp. "Good ole' Bieber," Jeffers sighs. "Yeah, he always gets the job done," I say with a yawn of my own. "You did... think of Bieber again, right?" he asks after a minute or so. "Kinda," I answer, with a big, sleepy smile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you'd like to see what I think Cole and Jeffers look like, email me your thoughts on the story at ail and I will send you G-rated pics. Check out my other stories on : Backdoor Slider: fty//gay/athletics/backdoor-slider/ Mason in the Center: fty//gay/incest/mason-in-the-center/ We Have the Summer: fty//gay/incest/we-have-the-summer/