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Subject: Stevie, 1 of 1, Gay, Incest Donate: Please consider donating to this website. Without your donations, Nifty may not be able to keep this site up and running for your reading pleasure. Whatever you can afford will be appreciated. Notice: This story is a work of fiction and contains explicit sexual material. It may also include, incest, sex between a minor(s) and an adult males(s), and sexual fetish. If you are offended by such material, do not read this work of fiction. The character(s) in this work are not based on any known person(s). Stevie One day, on my day off, my mother asked me to take her over to her sister’s place. She would go visit virtually every day since we are now living in the same town. She just had to take the bus to get there. She hated taking the bus. I have not seen much of my aunt personally. I’d just drop mother off and go do my own thing. That day, however, I decided to go in and visit with her for a while. We approached the front door and mother just walked in the house; she never knocked at her sister’s place. Immediately, I saw two of my cousins fussing about in the living room. I followed mother through to the kitchen. Her sister, and her sister’s neighbor, Gloria, were seated at the kitchen table. My aunt offered us some tea, which we both accepted. Being of British heritage, we always had tea. We sat down at two available spots at the table. My aunt retrieved two more cups and saucers from the cabinet and placed one each on the table in front of us. She sat down herself, and poured from the teapot located in the center of the table. About 30 minutes later, I excused myself from the table. I had to pee. Being mostly unfamiliar with her house, I asked my aunt for directions to the bathroom. As I walked through the living room on my way to the staircase, my cousins were blabbering on and on about something or another. They didn’t even acknowledge me as I passed through. As I climbed the stairs to the second floor, I noticed a small door, only about 24″ wide, at the top of the staircase. I assumed it was a coat closet, however, I could see from under the door, that the light was on. When I reached the top of the stairs, I made a right down the hall to the bathroom. On my way back down the hall to the stairs, I decided to do my aunt a favor and turn the light off in the closet. I wrapped my hand around the door handle and turned the knob. The door opened inward and I stepped inside. To my surprise, it was not a coat closet at all. Oh, it was built as a walk-in coat closet, however, it was not being used as a closet. The room was about 6 feet wide and about 9 feet in length. I noticed a very narrow chest of drawers in the corner straight ahead. To the right, was a twin-sized box spring and mattress set up on the floor. It consumed most of the space in the room. There was a small window, about 2 feet by 2 feet square, with a terrycloth towel draped over a small rod for a curtain. My biggest surprise was my cousin, Stevie, laying on the bed, reading a comic magazine. He was shocked at the intrusion. His eyes were wide open, his mouth agape. He was lying on the bed, propped up against two pillows, one leg bent up, foot flat on the bed, and the other fully expended. “Stevie?”, I asked. “Is that really you? Wow, I hardly recognize you. You are so big.” “Yeah…” he responds in confusion. He obviously does not recognize me. “Stevie, it’s Mark. Your cousin. Remember me?” I asked. “Oh fuck!”, he says surprised. The confusion leaving his face. He throws the magazine on the bed and adjusts himself against the pillows. “Wow”, he says. “Hey Mark, what’s happening?” “I’m sorry. I did not realize you were in here” I said “Is this your room?” I asked in a whisper. “Yeah. It is now.” he says. “It used to be the storage closet. I was stuck sharing a room with my sisters; I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted my own room. So, here I am. I know it’s small, but; at least I have total privacy in here. It’s better than sharing with my sisters. They are so incredibly annoying! Since this was a closet, there is no lock on the door. I want to put a hook on the door so my sisters don’t bother me. I already have the hook; I found it in the attic when we were moving the stuff out of here. I just have to put it on. I have this space all to myself.” “But you’re right by the stairs; don’t you hear everything?” I asked. “Yeah, I do. I can always hear someone coming and going; either in the hallway or on the stairs. I have gotten used to it now. It doesn’t bother me.” “Well, if you have the hook, I can help you put it on if you want.” I offered. “Really?” he said, A smile coming across his face. “That would be great.” “Sure, I’d be happy to. Give me a second, my toolbox is in the trunk of my car. I’ll be right back.” I left the closet, or Stevie’s room, and descended the stairs. Before going to my car, I decided to go to the kitchen and let them know that I was going to fix Stevie’s door and then hang-out with him for a while. My aunt did not ask a single question about what was wrong with Stevie’s door. She couldn’t have cared less. On my way to the car to get my toolbox, I’m started thinking to myself. Stevie is the only boy in the house. He lives with all females. I suspect that he probably does not get much attention. The attention he does get from his sisters is apparently harassment. He seems like a good kid to me. I felt sorry for him. He’s going to be a looker when he grows up. He is already cute and he’s only 13 years old. I caught myself thinking of Stevie sexually and felt a little ashamed. WHAT THE FUCK! This kid is your cousin, and he is 13 years old. WHAT THE FUCK! Then I thought to myself, well, I’ve been playing with myself since I was nine years old; perhaps that could be the case with Stevie. Maybe he’s jerking off already. He probably is. Yeah, he must be jerking off by now. I took my car keys as opened the trunk. I had a huge trunk. When I first bought the car, I cleaned it up really well; inside and out, and that included the trunk. My trunk was now carpeted and a high pile carpet none-the-less. It contained the spare tire, a jack, and my tool box just in case I broke down somewhere. My toolbox held all of the usual, basic tools. I grabbed the toolbox and closed my trunk. I approach the front door and entered without knocking. Stevie’s sisters are still bobbing about the living room doing whatever it is they are doing. I paid them no attention and vice versa. Everyone is exactly where I left them just moments ago. I make my way up the stairs to Stevie’s room. This time I knocked softly even though the door was still wide open as I had left it. I entered the room without waiting on an invitation from Stevie. As I entered the room, “I’m back”, I announced. Stevie looked up at me and said, almost in a whisper, “I know. I heard you coming up the stairs” and gave me a smile. He is propped up on the bed; pillows behind him, hands locked behind his head, elbows out. His legs are crossed but extended the full length down the bed. He is wearing a dark red t-shirt and khaki shorts with an elastic waistband. I can see his little crotch bulge and my dick stirs. I caught myself staring at his crotch. He saw me looking. I am sure of it but made no comment nor did he make any attempt to move. I just wanted to reach over and rub my hands over his bulge. Why the fuck is this kid having this kind of effect on me. I have never been sexually attracted to younger boys. In fact, just the opposite. This is mind boggling to me. As I catch myself staring at Stevie’s basket, I clear my throat and I ask him, “Your ah, izmit escort you’re 13 now, right?” In response, Stevie simply nods his head in the affirmative. “That’s what I thought”, I said. “I think the last time I saw you; you were about nine years old. I haven’t seen you in a long time.” “That’s right” he says. “I was nine the last time I saw you. It was at that picnic down by the lake. I think it was called Neshaminy Lake. Remember? It was a big picnic, kind of like a family reunion.” “That’s exactly right. I remember that day.” I said. Stevie asks, “Do you remember us going swimming in the lake? It was you, me, and your brother, Matt. The three of us snuck off together, stripped down to our underwear, and went swimming.” “That’s right Stevie. I remember that. You have a good memory. We had a lot of fun that day at the lake” as I sneak another look at his crotch.” “So, shall we put the hook on your door?”, I asked, flashing him a smile. “I have my tool box right here. You mentioned that you have the hook. Right?” I asked. “Yes, it’s right in the top drawer.” as he points to the little chest of drawers in the corner of his room. “Do you want me to get it for you?” I asked. “It’s on the left-hand side; in the corner of the drawer” he says. I set my toolbox down on the end of the bed and took two small steps over to his dresser. I opened the top dresser drawer and looked inside. Sure enough, there it was; the front left-hand corner of the drawer. I picked up the hook and closed the drawer. It was you standard hook and eye style. “Got it”, I said. It was a rather heavy-duty hook. I was surprised. “Wow”, I said, this will sure keep your sisters out of here. “Let’s put this baby on.” He jumped up and stood at the end of his bed. His left-hand gripping the top of the door frame. Stepping towards the door, I asked, “Can you hold this for me?” meaning the hook. Still standing on the end of his bed, he raised his right arm, opening his hand and offering his palm. I placed the hook in his hand, making sure that my fingers lightly caressed the palm of his hand. As my fingers rubbed over his palm, he closed his hand, grasping not only the hook, but my fingers too. I felt just a little tingle in my pants. I looked him in the eye; his face expressionless. I just smiled. I didn’t know what to think. Was this kid fucking with me or am I imagining all of this in my head because I want to get in his pants. I slowly extracted my fingers from his grasp and reached for the toolbox. Looking down at the bed, I opened the tool box. Stevie did not move. He just stood there at the end of the bed. It was easy for me, looking down at the bed, to roll my eyes to the right and check out his crotch. The fabric was creased just to the right a little. I instinctively knew that he kept his cock dressed to the right. We have that in common I thought to myself. Again, a little tingle in my cock. For a second, I thought that my dick was leaking, but I wasn’t hard. I took a small hammer and a standard nail out of the toolbox. “OK Stevie”, I said, “Where would you like to place the hook?” He looked at me and then at the door, “I don’t know” he said shrugging his shoulders, “I guess here” as he pointed to his selected location on the door. “May I make a suggestion?”, I asked. He looked at me and nodded his head. “OK, here is what I suggest. You want to place the hook about a third of the way down the door. You see, that way, if your sisters are giving you a hard time, it would be more difficult for them to pry the door open even just a little bit. Let me explain what I mean. This door is not a solid door. It is narrow and hollow inside. It is also flexible. If you place the hook too high or too low, your sisters may be able to force either the top or the bottom of the door enough to look in on you.” “But I don’t want them to look in. That’s why I want the hook.” he pleads. He is still standing on the end of the bed, his left-hand still resting on the top of the door sill. I can see the look of concern on his face. “Don’t worry” I said. “Well fix it. But first, let me show you what I mean.” I opened the palm of my hand and said, “Hook please.” He placed his hand in my opened palm and slowly opened his hand, letting the hook fall. I closed his bedroom door. Stevie is still standing on the foot of the bed; his left-hand still gripping the door sill. “Let me show you what I’m talking about.” I said. I took the hook and placed it in my left hand. I raised my left arm, hook in hand, intentionally making contact with Stevie’s bare legs. He did not move, not even a flinch. I placed the hook very low on the door and demonstrated how the door can be forced to a gap. “See what I mean” I said to him. He nodded his head in response. “So that’s what happens if the hook is too low on the door.” “Now. Let me show you what happens if the hook is too high on the door.” As I brought my arm up to place the hook high on the door, I rubbed up against Stevie’s crotch. I paused for a second to see if I got any reaction. Nothing again; not even a flinch. I intentionally let the hook fall out of my hand. “Shit!” I exclaimed, as I bent over and picked up the hook. As I raised my arm to place the hook again, I paused over Stevie’s crotch. I pressed slightly back against his crotch. I could feel his cock against the fabric. My cock tingled. He didn’t move. I placed the hook too high on the door and demonstrated to Stevie how the door can be forced ajar. “You see what can happen if the hook is too high” I said. Stevie, nodded his head in silent response. “What we are going to do, is place the hook about right here” I said. “If we put the hook here, it will be a little more difficult to force the door ajar. So that’s what we are going to do.” I explained. “Good. Then that’s what I want” he said. I said, “I need your help OK?” He nodded his head. I placed the hook and eye on the bed, right next to the hammer and nail I removed from my toolbox. “This is what I need you to do” I told him. I brought my left arm up to grab him around the waist. I rubbed by hand over his little butt. My cock tingling as I felt his firm young cheeks. I wrapped my arm around his waist. I leaned into him so our bodies are touching. I reached up and took his left hand off the door sill and said, “Put your finger right here so I know where to place the eye of the hook. Keep your finger right there. Don’t move.” I picked up the hammer and nail that I placed on the bed. “OK” I said, “You can move your finger now Stevie” and placed the nail in position to make a small pilot hole for the eye. I screwed in the eye for the hook. “Good job Stevie” I said, as I again ran my hand over his little butt and patted him on the ass. “Now, we have to attach the hook. I took the nail and hammer, made the second pilot hole, and screwed in the hook. I looked at Stevie and said, “Voila. We are done. Now we have to test it. Stay right there Stevie. I’m going to go out and then I want you to lock the door. I want to see how the lock works. OK?” He nodded in response. I opened the door and stepped through into the hallway. I can hear his sisters still mulling about in the living room. “OK Stevie” I whispered. “Lock the door.” I heard him engage the hook on the door. “I’m going to test the hook now Stevie” I announced in a soft voice through the door. I grabbed the door handle and pushed. Immediate resistance. I applied more force and still no gap in the door. Using just my index knuckle, I tapped softly on the door. “Stevie” I said softly, “unlock the door.” I heard him release the hook. I grabbed the door knob, turned it, opened the yahya kaptan escort door, and walked into Stevie’s room closing the door behind me. “Hurray!” I said. “It works perfectly!” Stevie, still standing on the foot of the bed, raised both arms in the air and whispered a silent cheer like you would see at a sporting event. “Yes” he says, elongating the “s”. “Awesome! Now they can’t harass me.” I stepped forward, wrapped both arms around him, and squeezed. “Thank you so, so much.” He almost whispered. He leaned forward a little and thru his arms around my shoulders. We held that position for about 30 seconds, then he stood back up. I looked up at him, maintaining my grip around his waist, and said, “you are very welcome.” It really made him happy. I guess that his sisters must really torment him. He is the baby of the family, and of course, the only boy. We just stood there. He did not move. I expected him to extract himself from my grip, however, he made no attempt. He just stood there on top of the bed and let me hold him. My cock started to twitch in my pants; I was getting hard. I reached up and engaged hook on the door with my right hand. I brought my hand back to Stevie and I started to rub his back; both hands. He stood there and did not move. My head was pressed on his belly and chest. I could feel him breathing with every breath. I rubbed his back. All the way up to his shoulders, down his back, over his firm, little butt, and down the back of his legs to his feet. I felt him take a deep breath in and exhale as I brought my hands back up his legs to the bottom of his shorts. I gave his legs a little squeeze just below the thighs. I put my hands just under the bottom of his shorts. I rubbed his legs under his shorts, squeezing his thighs slightly. His legs were baby smooth. I had both hands up his shorts and came in contact with his underwear. My dick was hard; I can feel it leaking. I ran both hands up the back of his thighs to his firm butt cheeks. I cupped his cheeks in each hand a squeezed just a little, pulling him into me a little tighter. I squeezed his firm little, butt a little harder and he grabbed me by the shoulders to hold himself steady. I rubbed his butt for a while and then ran my hands down the back of his thighs. I released my grip on him and took a step back. He didn’t move; he made no attempt to get away. I looked at him right in the eyes. He had no facial reaction other than to return my gaze. He did not look freaked out at all. I stepped a little closer to him, reached up and lifted his shirt. I kissed him on his smooth, flat belly. As my lips touched his skin, I felt a little shiver run thru him. I ran my tongue over his belly and he flinched with a little gasp. He grabbed by shoulders again for support. I grabbed his shirt and started to lift it higher. He raised his arms in the air so I could easily remove his shirt. He did not say a word and neither did I. I had a little trouble getting his shirt off. Because he was still standing on the end of the bed, he was taller, especially with his arms extended in the air. With no prompting on my part, he bent slightly forward and extended his arms so I could remove his shirt. Now, there is no question in my mind, Stevie is enjoying what I am doing to him. That made me much more comfortable and not as fearful. I removed his shirt and he stood back up, arms at his side. I stepped forward and grabbed and ass cheeks in each hand and pressed my face into his body. I held him like that for a while. I ran my hands from his ass up his back to his shoulders and back down. His smooth, soft skin feeling so good in my hands. He really loved it when I was rubbing his back. I heard him moan several times and he started thrusting his pelvis forward into my body as I caressed him. I stepped back, grabbed his hips again and licked his flat, taught, belly. I could feel a shiver pass thru him; goosebumps on my tongue. I stepped slightly to the side and wrapped my left arm around his waist, pulling him into me. With my right hand, I went back up under his pants. I ran my hand up his leg to his underwear. I found his young manhood and gently squeezed his firm young cock. He took a deep breath when I squeezed his cock. I fondled his cock thru his underwear and felt it grow hard under my touch. As he got harder, I increased the pressure just a little. I repeatedly ran my hand over his young, hard cock. I loved it when he would thrust forward into my hand as a rubbed his cock. I leaned in and licked belly again holding his cock in my hand. I withdrew my hand from his shorts and stepped to the side to face him. I reached for the snap on the front of his shorts and with just a little pull, it snapped open. I unzipped his fly and let his shorts fall to his feet. I did not say a word. He reached out and grabbed me by the shoulders for support, as he stepped out of his shorts, one leg a at time. I looked at him, now standing in nothing but his tight, white underwear, tented in the front. He was so cute; beautiful actually. My cock was throbbing in my pants, and leaking profusely. I looked at him and said, “Damn Stevie! You are so beautiful!” His eyes got bigger and he gave me a little smile. I’m sure that is the very first time in his entire life that someone told him that he’s beautiful. “Don’t you ever think differently. I’m telling you the truth. You are beautiful!” I grabbed him by the ass and pulled him into me, kissing and licking his belly. I let go of his ass with one hand and started rubbing his cock again. He felt so fucking good in my hand. I released him and took half a step back. I gripped the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled them down. I felt his hot skin on the back of my fingers as I slid his underwear down. When he realized what I was going to do, I felt his goosebumps. I slowly lowered his underwear and quickly revealed his little pubic patch. There was not much, but it looked heavenly. Black, silky, smooth, shiny, fine hairs. I could not resist; I ran my tongue thru his pubes. He shuttered as I ran my tongue thru his patch and grabbed my head with both hands to hold on. I gave his sweet patch a good tongue bath. Twirling his soft, silky hairs with my tongue. I continued to lower his underwear. I could now see the base of his hard cock; it was me this time moaning and taking in a deep breath. Lower I went until his cock jumped out and stood up at attention. Next, I saw his sweet, pink ball sack. I quickly let his underwear fall to his feet. As he held onto my head, he stepped out of them and kicked them to the side of the bed. “Stevie”, I said, “Just look at the beautiful, hard cock of yours. Look how hard it is! It’s beautiful!” I grabbed him by his ass and took his whole cock in my mouth in one full swoop. I just couldn’t help myself. He let out a loud “AAAHHHHH!” As his legs went weak, I felt him start to collapse on the bed. I held him up by the ass, his hard cock still in my mouth. He grabbed a hold of my shoulders so he wouldn’t fall. When he got his strength back, I started sucking his cock. I worked his sweet cock in my mouth and felt shutter after shutter run thru his tight, little body. His young cock tasted so good. I released his cock from my mouth and started sucking his balls. I took his smooth balls in my mouth and worked them with my tongue. This time I was ready in case he got weak in the knees again. I loved hearing the little moans he was emitting as I sucked his balls. I wanted to make this boy cum. I released his balls and took his hard cock in my mouth again. I work his cock knob with gebze escort my tongue and he started thrusting his cock in and out of my mouth. I grabbed his ass, squeezing his cheeks in my hands, and started sucking his cock in a steady rhythm. I felt his cock tighten, his legs beginning to tremble. He was close; very close. I increased suction on his cock just a little to bring him to orgasm. I felt his stomach muscles tighten and a low moan rise up from his belly becoming this loud, guttural growl as his cock spasmed and twitched in my mouth. I could feel his whole body shaking as he shot his boy juice in my mouth. Three shots, it wasn’t a lot but he tasted so fucking good. I savored his sweet sauce before I swallowed it down. He reached out and placed his hand on the wall for support. I had to release his cock from my mouth. He could not stand anymore; his hand slid down the wall and he fell to his knees on the bed; his hard cock pointing straight out between his thighs. “Stevie! Stevie!” I said. “Are you OK?” I got no response. I grabbed his shoulder and shook him a little. “Stevie! Are you OK?” I pleaded. I have never seen that kind of reaction to a blow job before. He scared me. He was panting hard so I knew he was breathing. I asked him again, “Are you OK?” I saw him open his eyes. I asked again, “Are you OK?” He looked up at me and said with a heavy breath, “Yeah. I think I’m OK.” I was so relieved. I still had a roaring hard on in my pants, but I was so relieved. I helped him lie down on the bed, resting his head on the pillow. “Did you mean it? He asks. “Did I mean what Stevie? What are you talking about?” I asked him. “When you said I was beautiful. Did you mean it?” “Oh that. Yes. Of course, I mean it. You are beautiful.” He gave me a little smile. “You know what else? I asked. “You have a beautiful cock! I mean that too.” I reached over and grabbed his cock. He flinched under my touch. “Sorry; you are a little sensitive after you came” I said. “It feels kind of good though; touch it again.” I bent down and took his cock in my mouth. He laughed and grabbed me by the head, his body shaking. I gave him a little suck and I got another little taste of his boy juice. “You know what else?” I said. “Your cock tastes really good too.” He smiled at me, and reached down and grabbed a hold of his dick. I started to rub his whole body. He was just a little rag doll in my hands. I took his other hand and placed it on my hard cock. “See what you do to me” I said. You got me all fired up; my cock is still hard. He gave it a little squeeze. “Have you ever touched a guy’s cock before?” I asked. “No”, he says, still kneading my cock. “Can I see yours?” he asks. I stood up, opened by pants, and pulled them down to my thighs. My hard cock, tenting my boxer briefs. He reached up and grabbed a hold of my cock. He ran his thumb across the wet spot in my underwear. “Can I see it?” he asks. I pulled by briefs down; my cock bouncing back up. He reached up and wrapped his hand around my hard dick and squeezed. It started oozing precum. He rubbed his thumb over my piss slit spreading the ooze around the head of my dick. “Do you want to taste my cock?” I asked him. He did not take his eyes off my cock; he sat up and took the head of my cock in his mouth. He started to run his tongue over my piss slit. I have to fight the urge to grab him by the back of the head and thrust my cock deeper into his mouth. I can feel the precum oozing. He continues to swirl his tongue around the head of my cock. He lets my cock go, swallows, and takes by cock back into his mouth. “That feels so good Stevie” I tell him. “Do you like it?” I asked in a whisper. He looks up at me and simply nods his head yes, my cock still in his mouth. “You like the taste of my precum don’t you? Doesn’t it taste good?” I asked him. This time in response, he lets go of my cock and says “It’s really sweet and gooey. It tastes good. I like it.” “Hey” I said, “Do you want to try something else. I think you are really going to like this.” He looks up at me again and nods his head yes. “Roll over on your belly.” I told him. As he is rolling over, I kick my shoes off, and remove my pants completely. I walk to the end of the bed and as I gaze upon his firm, little butt, my cock twitches. I crawl half way up the bed, spread his legs just a little and run my tongue up the crack of his ass. I can see his goosebumps as he flexes his firm little butt. I start to lick the crack of his ass; each lick goes a little deeper. I can hear Stevie whimpering. I reach under his thighs and wrap myself around him placing my hands just above his ass on the small of his back. I left his ass towards my face. I stick out my tongue and plow my face right between his ass cheeks. He takes in a deep breath and lets out a loud moan into the pillow. I lick and run my tongue over his little hole repeatedly. I lick his little ass like a lollypop. He is good and wet now. I release his ass and crawl up the bed just a little and place my hard cock right along his crack. I apply just a little pressure. I feel his crack on my cock as I start to move my cock up and down his crack. I apply a little more pressure and now my cock is sliding between his firm little cheeks. I can feel his little ring as I slide my cock between his cheeks. As I am riding his ass, I can feel him push his ass up on my cock. My cock is so hard I can hardly stand it. I raise my torso up so I can look down and watch my cock sliding between his cheeks. It is so hot; a beautiful site. I feel my cock tighten and I watch as my cock erupts all over his back. As I cum, I press my cock right between his little ass checks and shoot the rest of my load. His little ass is just covered in my cum. Damn, it feels like I shot buckets. I lower my torso on his back and I can feel my wet cum. I support my weight on my forearms and kiss his next and shoulders. “Take you Stevie” I said. You made me feel so good. My cock still buried between his cheeks, I felt him flex his ass. It made my cock twitch. I lifted off of him. My belly covered in my load. I look down at Stevie who has not moved a millimeter, and he is covered in my cum from ass to shoulders. “Give me a second, I’ll find something to clean you off.” I got no response from him; he didn’t move. I looked around the room for something to clean him off with and found nothing. Then I spot the towel hanging at the window as a curtain. I quickly grab the towel and dry my torso. I straddle Stevie’s legs, towel in hand, and I see his little butt covered in my cum. It makes my cock twitch. I lean forward and bury my face in his ass. I lick my load off his ass. He is pushing his ass up in my face again. I have to give his ass a little nibble-bite; I can’t resist. I lick up his ass crack to his back, cleaning my cum up with my tongue; my cock, still half hard. Suddenly, from the bottom of the stairs, we hear one of his sister’s scream at the top of her lungs, “STEVIE! LUNCHHHHHH! He lifted his head off the bed. “Don’t worry” I said. We can clean up fast. I took the towel and dried off his back and that sweet little ass of his. “OK. Get dressed” I said. I jumped off of the bed and threw my clothes on, toot-sweet. By the time I had my pants fastened, Stevie was already dressed. “See”, no problem I whispered. He gave me a little nod of his head. “Before we go down, this has to stay between us.” I said. “Are we in agreement?” I asked. “Shit yeah! I’m not gonna tell anyone! No way!” he exclaims. I grasped his face in my hands and kissed him on the lips. “Good. Are you ready to go downstairs?” I asked. He nodded his head yes. “Wait!” he says urgently. “What?” I said. “Can you come over tomorrow?” he asks. I sat down on the bed. I grabbed his arm and pulled him to me. “Don’t worry little cuz; we are definitely going to this again. I promise!”