Adult/Youth

Smoky Mountains – Chapter 15

Adult/Youth, Bi, Incest, Masturbation | ,

Smoky Mountains
by
Jason Crow

Chapter 15 – A.W.A.
Day 5.

Ellie was sitting up reading her book as I opened my eyes. The sheet was pulled up a bit and covering her breasts. I guessed our talk yesterday didn’t cause her to be a bit less modest. Ah well.

“Morning,” I grumbled.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” Ellie smiled, putting her book away.

“What time is it?”

“Almost nine.”

My eyes kept drifting down Ellie’s chest. Her hard nipples were slightly visible as they tried to poke through the thin bedsheet. I thought back about the events of last night and figured we needed to talk about it. But not now. I had to think it through before talking to Ellie about it.

I did like to tease her a bit after last night’s groping session. So I pulled the sheet away and sat up. I could feel Ellie’s eyes roaming over my back as I got up on my feet. Instead of picking up my boxers and holding them in front of me, I just casually walked over to the door, carefully avoiding Ellie’s eyes. As I reached the door and opened it, I stopped and looked at her over my shoulder.

She looked flushed and didn’t know where to look. I needed to say or do something.

“Well…” I started, “since we both sleep in the buff, we’d better get used to this, don’t we?”

“Uh… Right. I mean… I know you’re right. I just didn’t expect it. You… um… look pretty good. Down there,” she said, blushing and diverting her eyes.

“Thanks! You hop in the shower after me again?” I asked, not wasting any more words on it.

Her eyes were glued to my butt and side-dick, and I could see her struggling to break free and look me in my eyes.

“Uh… Yes. If that’s okay?” she finally managed and looked into my eyes.

“Sure. Of course. I’ll make us some breakfast again after I’m done.”

I quickly went to the bathroom. The moment I burst in, I started laughing softly. That was a bit mean. But I liked getting back at her. It was all good fun, and no one would get hurt.

As we were cleaning up after breakfast, Ellie looked at me.

“You’re rechecking the lab, right?” she asked me.

“That’s right. There must be something in that computer that can help us.”

“I’ll start looking into a way of communicating. And the heat,” Ellie said as she left the room.

Her panty-clad ass was a feast to the eye, and I realized I would regret fixing the temperature down here. I took my mug of coffee, went into the lab, booted the computer, and was ready for another frustrating day.

But it wasn’t as frustrating as I expected. The fresh look and new approach made me look in places I didn’t even think of yesterday. I quickly found the folder I was looking for, and I couldn’t believe I missed it yesterday. I started browsing through all the documents and quickly learned this was a goldmine. Robert’s particular way of logging and writing stuff down proved to be quite enlightening to me.

There was a system. Of course there was a system! I learned there were three types of flasks. There was a more or less general drug that prevents people from getting sick. It was highly experimental and the way Robert described it, with only a few known but harmless side effects.

Then there was the stuff the army wanted to test. A shot that gave the patient extra muscle power and extreme stamina. There was a report of an untrained soldier that ran thirty miles straight without feeling tired. This drug needed a lot more testing, but the first results were encouraging and not lethal. None of the lab rats or test persons suffered from any severe side effects, but it was still too early to scale-up.

The third drug we had inside the chilling cabinet read, ‘can protect people from the unknown threats inside the earth.’ What? I had to reread it. Was this a drug that could’ve saved mankind? Or was this a coincidence?

I made some notes to remember which number was what in case of a computer or power error. As I was finishing up, I heard Ellie call me. I shut down the computer, gathered my notes, and walked over to Ellie.

“What’s up, Ellestar?” I asked as I entered the control room.

“SHIVR showed me how to use the ham radio,” she said with a bit of a frown.

“That’s great! Isn’t it?”

“I thought so too. But there’s mostly static, a message from the emergency broadcasting system that isn’t of any use, and this…”

Ellie pressed a button and out of the speakers above the control panel came a male voice.

“Greetings, fellow survivors. This recording is brought to you by the proud men and women of the A.W.A. community. During the last few days, God cleansed the world from Jews, negros, and faggots. He finally had the power and heart to do this. Unfortunately, in the process, he took some of our dearest friends too. But don’t worry. They didn’t die in vain but for a good cause. As we mourn over our loved ones, we’re also looking forward again. When the time is right, we’ll move out of our shelters up north and move into the city. We’ll build a new society, free from the scum and criminals that ruled the world before this kind act of God. Feel free to join us and help us built a better and whiter America on top of the ruins of the mess that the Jews and faggots left behind.”
I must’ve looked stupid standing there. I realized my mouth was open and I stood frozen to the ground. This needed to land.

“Well… At least we’re not alone on the earth,” I finally managed.

“Unbelievable, isn’t it?” Ellie said seriously. “The world as we know it is gone, and some white supremacist bunch of racists think they can take it over. All under the claim that God helped them. It makes me sad and angry, you know?”

I looked at her and felt incredibly proud of her view on all this. I already figured out she was smart, but she was even more intelligent than I gave her credit for by saying what she said.

“And they’re after you, Uncle Adam. Didn’t you hear it? Jews, negro’s, and faggots… God! I hate that word.”

“What word? Faggots?” I asked, not entirely sure what she meant.

“No. Well… that too. But Negro’s!”

“Yeah. Me too! I thought you meant faggots. I don’t necessarily hate that word. And besides, I’m used to people hating me for my sexual orientation, so I’m not too worried about that.”

“But these are idiots! Can’t you hear that?” Ellie asked in disbelief.

“Look, Ellie. I’ve been called much worse by much more dangerous people. These guys probably don’t stand a chance with what they’re planning. Only a few people will follow these morons. And if we don’t want to, they’ll never find us down here.”

That put Ellie visibly at ease. I gave her a small hug in an attempt to show her I wasn’t scared. Of course, I was scared a little. If these people were only half the men I figured they were, they would be massively dangerous. But they’d never get down here if we didn’t want to. And that was a very comforting idea.

“Okay. I guess you’re right, Uncle Adam. I’ll try to figure out who these guys are. SHIVR can help me with that. Oh… about SHIVR. She ran an extensive self-test and figured out what’s wrong with the climate system.”

“Oh? What is it? Can we fix it?”

“I don’t know. Here, she’ll show you. Assist me, SHIVR,” Ellie said.

Over the next few minutes, SHIVR showed me the location and schematics of the broken part. They called it the Flux Capacitor, which I found extremely funny but was lost on Ellie. The schematics didn’t look too complicated, and with the spare parts lying around in the supply room, it must be fixable. The bypass system could supply the shelter with cooler air, but the energy consumption was much higher. So it shut itself down automatically after two hours. Only the bedrooms would stay cool during the night, but just if the doors were closed.

I was impressed with the simple nature and quality of the system. It wasn’t over-engineered, and there were fail-safe systems installed too.

“I think I can fix it. I’ll start working on it right away. Otherwise, we’ll eventually end up walking around naked down here.”

“I wouldn’t mind, Uncle Adam. And besides, you started doing it already this morning,” she smiled.

“Yeah… uh… well… Let’s just fix it. We’ll see after that, okay?” I said, blushing.

“Sure. I’ll check with SHIVR what we can find about these A.W.A. guys.”

I started working on the Flux Capacitor. After about an hour or two, I fixed the problem. I thought. When I put the capacitor back in and switched it on, I heard it spin and almost immediately stop. The red light I saw when I first started, lid back up, and I heard SHIVR say through the speakers:

“Climate system malfunction. Please check the manual on how to fix this.”

She talked in the same tone as in some Sci-fi movie when the spaceship is about to blow up. I found it both humorous and annoying at the same time. Primarily annoying because my first attempt failed miserably. I considered myself a sound technician and should be able to fix such a minor problem.

As I walked back toward the control room, feeling a bit defeated, I smelled baked garlic and onions. When I rounded the corner near the kitchen, Ellie was standing there in her panties and tank top. She’d tied an apron in front of her and was cooking dinner. This lightened my mood considerably. I walked up to her and kissed her on the cheek from behind.

“It didn’t work, did it?” she asked.

“No. But I’ll give it another shot tomorrow. Can I help you?”

“This is almost done. If you set the table, we can eat.”

A few moments later, we were sitting at the kitchen table eating our dinner. I didn’t know what it was exactly. Ellie claimed it was her secret recipe, but it tasted amazingly well.

After dinner, Ellie explained what she’d found.

“Look. A.W.A. apparently stands for ‘America White Again,’ which in itself is an awful name. But even without that name, these are horrible people. They’re preppers and are living in the woods for almost seven years now. They’re awaiting the ‘big cleanse,’ as they call it. To them, it’s The day that God gives the earth back to its rightful owners,” Ellie started.

“Holy shit! Really?”

“And that’s not all. They claim to be a group of over two hundred people, all armed to their teeth and living underground. Literally, that’s probably why they survived these bugs too. According to their manifesto, they’re really serious about this cleansing stuff. They’re a plain racist militia. I don’t have another word for it.”

“More than just a few idiots then, huh?” I said, trying to keep the mood a bit light.

“You should see the stuff their leader pulled. Domestic attacks, bombing a black church near Jackson, Mississippi. Burning down a gay bar and a Synagogue. The list is long. He’s serious, and now these bugs gave him the opportunity. I don’t think we should ignore it and stay safe down here and hope this will all blow over.”

“That serious, huh? We need to get in touch with Uncle Robert. He’s with the army. Maybe the army still has some structure and will be able to demolish these people.”

“I guess you’re right. I’ll try that again tomorrow.”

We cleaned up, each lost in our thoughts, and started watching another movie in the living room. During the movie, I constantly thought about bringing up last night’s events with Ellie. I couldn’t just say, “Ellie, you know that playing with a man’s dick when he sleeps is not very lady-like” or something stupid like it. I tried figuring it out all evening but just couldn’t find the right angle. By the time the movie finished, I was feeling tired and ready for bed. I figured I’d let this night play out, and if she tried it again, I’d say something about it.

“Some reading in bed and then sleep?” I offered.

“Good plan. I’m tired. I can’t stop thinking about these idiots. Maybe a good night’s sleep will help.”

After we cleaned and were in the bedroom, it was time to undress. I decided not to turn around this time and let Ellie have a look if she wanted. The moment she walked in, I dropped my boxers and pretended to look at my phone. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Ellie checking me out. And I didn’t mind.

“You shave, Uncle Adam?” Ellie asked.

“Huh?” I said, pretended to be engrossed in my phone, and looked up. ”Sorry. Yes. I do. I like it a lot better without all the hairs down there.”

“You look nice,” she softly said.

“Thank you. You don’t mind, do you?”

“No, I don’t. Well… This morning it was a bit unexpected. But now… I guess I even like looking at you this way.” And she started blushing.

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind you looking. I like looking at you too, but you don’t have to if you don’t want to, you know? We’re not nudists or something,” I chuckled and crawled into the bed, trying to take away the tension.

Ellie surprised me by starting to take off her clothes without turning around. And she looked very nice indeed. Small, still growing breasts with small areolas, stiff, pointy nipples, a very tight belly, and a few strands of pubic hair showing off her puffy slit nicely.

“Since we’re apparently not too modest anymore,” she said, smiling shyly at me.

“You look amazing, Ellie,” I sincerely said. “You’ve got an amazing body!”

“No, I don’t. My boobs are too small, and I don’t have very much pubic hair yet,” she said a bit glumly.

“So?” I said. “You’re thirteen. It takes a little time, but you’ll definitely get there. And you’ve got bigger boobs than most girls your age. Heck, even bigger than some grown women. No need to worry there, Ellestar.”

That brought a huge smile to her face, and she stopped fiddling with her hand, started looking me in my eyes, and I saw a small glimmer in her eyes. Somehow I managed to say just the right thing to her.

“And I wouldn’t worry about your hair down there. Most men and women like it when there’s no hair, so you’ll probably end up shaving it anyway,” I pressed on.

“Like you,” she simply stated as she crawled into the bed and picked up her book.

“Like me,” I smiled, opening my book myself.

Ellie and I sat up against the headboard, just like we did the nights before. But this time, Ellie didn’t hold up the sheet to hide her breasts anymore. I was delighted she was feeling less shy now. But it still wasn’t the right moment to talk about last night. I was wondering if and how we were going to talk about it.
After about an hour or so, I closed my book and looked at Ellie. She was smiling and looked magnificent sitting there with her chest exposed.

“One sec,” she said. “Almost done with this chapter.”

“It’s funny, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. This part is,” she said, a bit distracted.

I never asked what she was reading. I cranked my neck to look at the book cover.

“Really? ‘Lord of the Flies’ is funny?”

“This part is,” she said without looking up.

Moments later, she folded the corner of the page, closed her book, and placed it on her nightstand.

“And it’s about barely dressed boys on a deserted island. That makes some of their actions really funny. And it’s fun to fantasize about them that way,” she chuckled. “I guess it’s right up your alley too! I mean… boys… on an island… clothing is optional…”

“Yeah, yeah… Make fun of your Uncle. Having a good time?” I laughed.

“Actually, yes!” and she started laughing loudly.

“Well… For what it’s worth… I watched the movie. And I liked that a lot,” I said as her laughter died down a bit. “I’ll start on the book when you finish it, okay?”

“Pervert,” Ellie snickered and punched me playfully on my shoulder.

“Look who’s talking!” I resorted.

We both laughed and giggled some more and eventually turned off the lights. Ellie crawled up against me the way she did the previous nights.

“Goodnight, Uncle Adam. I love you,” she whispered.

This took me by surprise. This wasn’t an obligatory ‘I love you,’ but a sincere, deep, and heartfelt expression of her love for me.

“I love you too, Ellestar! We’ll get through this together. I promise!”

“I know.”

I started settling in for the night but was determined to stay awake for a while to check what Ellie would do. It turned out I didn’t have to wait too long for it to start.

“Uncle Adam?” Ellie whispered.

I didn’t respond, and almost immediately, Ellie’s hand was under the sheet and inching her way toward my dick. The moment I felt her starting to move, I boned up. The moment Ellie’s hand touched my dick, it twitched, which caused Ellie to pull back a bit. Seconds later, after she noticed I didn’t move, her hand was gripping my dick again.

“Oh wow…” she whispered and was starting to move beside me, obviously masturbating.

I was getting pretty worked up by her actions. My mind was flying around and figuring out what to do. Let her go like last night? Tell her to stop? Take the lead? As I was thinking all this, her fingers were rubbing over the back of my glans, making it harder for me to act asleep. That’s when I decided to act.

“You know you need to finish what you start, right?” I suddenly said.

Ellie immediately pulled her hand back and almost jumped off the bed. She jumped up a couple of inches. I was sure of that.

“I… ehm…” she stammered. “I didn’t think… I was just…”

“Look, Ellie, you’re curious about a man’s… penis. I get that. And I don’t blame you. But it’s a decent thing to ask permission before you just start groping around.”

“I know. I’m SO sorry! I shouldn’t…” she started, and I could hear her starting to cry.

That broke my heart and was almost the exact opposite of what I was trying to accomplish. I turned over and started hugging her tightly.

“Shhh… I’m really not mad, Ellie. I’m sorry for startling you. Stop crying, please!” I whispered.

“You’re… not mad?” she asked between sniffs.

“No, silly! You were curious and… uhm… trying to.. uhm… scratch an itch?” I tried.

“You felt that too? Oh my god…” Ellie sighed, embarrassed.

At least she had stopped crying but didn’t look me in my eyes. I needed to say or do something to save the situation and the open relationship we had built so far.

“Look, Ellie. I was scratching my head about how I could… pleasure myself. If you know what I mean. I hate doing it standing up or sitting down. So I had to find a way to do it in bed. I was thinking about sleeping in or acting sick, but that just doesn’t work.”

Ellie started looking at me and had a very intrigued look on her face.

“You need it too?” she asked, clearly surprised.

“Oh yeah. Believe me, I do. I’m older than you but not dead, you know?” I chuckled.

“I never said that,” she giggled, “I just never thought about you needing it too.”

“So… What do you say?” I tried.

Ellie didn’t hesitate, moved toward me, and slipped her hand back under the sheet. Moments later, she gripped my dick and started rubbing it again. Now THAT was unexpected. I figured we’d do our thing side by side, but clearly, Ellie had different plans.

“Ohh…” I moaned as her hand started moving up and down on my dick, stroking it clumsily.

I could feel her movement starting too. And despite the clumsy jerking, the idea of her fingering herself added with the action earlier put me pretty close to the edge already.

“Ahhh… This is good, Ellie. OHHHH” I moaned.

“Hmmm…” was her only reply.

Ellie was obviously focused on her two tasks and wasn’t in the mood for conversation. Her hand started moving faster, and I could feel her lower body move a lot too. As I was enjoying the good feelings, I felt Ellie’s body move. She put her leg over me, and a fraction later, I felt her warm and moist groin press against my leg. She started grinding her pelvis against my leg and was starting to moan.

“OHH… Uncle Adam…. This i… MMMHHHH” she groaned and kept pressing harder and grinding against my leg.

I could feel the damp spot on my leg, and her pussy felt surprisingly hot. Way hotter than I remembered it to be in my younger years.

“I’m… AHHHHH!!!” She groaned as her body stiffened and the grip of her hand on my dick increased.

That feeling of her contracting pussy and shaking body against mine was enough to push me over the edge too. I never came this sudden before. I usually had a pretty long buildup. But this orgasm came so sudden, it surprised me. And because of that, it was more potent and more intense than my regular orgasms.

It was a good thing I kicked the sheet down during our actions. Otherwise, we needed a new sheet. At least six spurts left my dick before it started dribbling out.
Ellie kissed me on my cheek as she kept holding my dick firmly in her hand and slowly milking the last drops out of it. We were both panting, and the heat of her pussy was still registering in my brain.

“I was… That was… I…” Ellie stammered.

“I know,” I managed between pants.

“I never felt anything like this. Thank you!” she whispered.

“You don’t say thank you during pillow-talk,” I giggled. “But you’re welcome. And thank you too. I didn’t expect you would do this.”

“You didn’t?” Ellie asked, surprised.

“No. I figured we’d masturbate side by side,” I softly said. “But this is way better!” I quickly added.

“Oh. I thought you wanted it this way,” Ellie said, still lying against me. “You sure made a mess of yourself.”

“I made a mess of myself?” I asked with a fake offense in my voice, “YOU were the one jerking me!”

Ellie started to giggle, and I could feel her body move against mine as she laughed. I reached down beside the bed and picked up my boxers. I didn’t want to get up, so I cleaned myself using my boxers and threw them back on the ground.

“There. NOW we can sleep.”

“Yeah. I’m pretty tired now. Thanks for not being an ass about this, Uncle Adam.”

“Thank YOU for giving me a comfortable way to relieve myself during these dreadful times.”

“You’re welcome,” Ellie giggled.

After that, we didn’t say anything and just enjoyed each other’s company and casually rubbing our hands over the other person’s body. It was nice and comforting this way. Eventually, we both drifted off to sleep.

End of Chapter fifteen

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Smoky Mountains – Chapter 12

Adult/Youth, Incest, Masturbation, Straight | ,

Smoky Mountains
by
Jason Crow

Chapter 12 – Task time
Day 4.

I opened my eyes and was greeted by a pair of young breasts with hard nipples. I had to blink a few times to make sure it was real. They were almost boy-like nipples on two small globes of flesh. Her breasts were way past the puffy nipple stage but still needed to grow. To me, this was the breast size I liked best.

Then I realized that I was looking at Ellie lying in bed beside me. During the night, the sheet came down, and now she was lying there almost completely naked. By chance, the sheet still covered most of her vagina, but I could see a few strands of pubic hair peeking out from under the sheet.

I realized I was getting hard from looking at her. This was just too weird. Maybe Robert was right, and I was bi since I found it quite challenging to look away. Ellie was still asleep and looked amazing lying there. She looked a lot like Ryan, with a few differences, of course. They were unmistakably siblings. That much was clear. I gave my dick a few tugs in an attempt to get the pressure off a bit.

Ellie started moving, and I looked at her face and saw her eyes began to blink. She needed a moment to realize where she was but started smiling at me when she saw me looking at her.

“Good morning,” she softly said and stretched.

Immediately after she started stretching, she turned to her belly and looked at me flushed.

“I’m sorry, Uncle Adam,” she whispered.

It took me a second to understand what happened. Ellie must’ve realized she was lying there almost entirely naked and felt the need to cover herself.

“Why are you sorry?” I asked, noticing again how much her ass looked like Ryan’s.

“I don’t mean to offend you.”

“You’re not offending me, Ellie. Not in any way.”

“I’m not? I figured you wouldn’t like to see your niece’s nude body,” she looked serious but still blushing.

“I really don’t mind. In fact, I actually like looking at you,” I replied, now blushing myself.

Ellie, still lying on her belly, scooted over and hugged me. I felt her perky breasts pressing against my chest as I hugged her back.

“I’m glad you don’t mind. Our mom… My mom would never allow me to sleep like this, let alone in the same bed with my Uncle. So thank you,” she said, and I could see her eyes tearing up.

“You’re welcome? I guess?” I replied with a typical schoolgirl tone of voice, trying to divert the attention and avoiding the difficult subject of Ryan’s death.

Ellie stopped hugging me, turned to her back, and pulled up the sheet. She looked at the ceiling and sighed.

“I’ll go and take a shower and make us some breakfast, okay?” I said, reaching on the floor for my boxers.

“Okay. Just call me when you’re done, and I’ll hop into the shower after you.”

“Sure thing,” I said.

I hesitated a second if I should put on my boxers. I decided not to make too big of a fuss about being naked, so I took my boxers, held them in front of my groin, and stood up. I wasn’t sure if I was ready to show Ellie my penis or if she was ready for it yet. So I made sure to keep my boxers firmly pressed against my penis and balls and walked out of the bedroom.

“Cute butt,” Ellie giggled as I walked by.

I looked over my shoulder with mock annoyance. But I couldn’t keep a straight face for long.

“You’re not the first one telling me that, girlfriend!” I responded with an overly gay accent.

After we ate our breakfast, we each went out working on our separate tasks. It was still hot as hell, so we were both dressed the same as we were yesterday. I started by asking SHIVR to give Ellie the same permissions as I had. She was responsible enough, and since we’d be down here for possibly a long time, she might as well have all the controls too. And the possibility that I might die also was probably the best reason to elevate her permissions.

I tried calling Ellie’s mom two more times but immediately was sent to her voicemail. I noticed my previous messages were still unread in WhatsApp, so I didn’t bother sending new ones.

I clicked on the TV, and now the TV option wasn’t greyed-out anymore. I opened it, and the live TV option was launched. As I checked the channels, I was getting even more worried about our situation. Most channels were sending out static or the standard ‘we are experiencing technical difficulties’ screen.

That wasn’t a big surprise. But there were three news channels still broadcasting live, and what I saw there was pretty disturbing.

The picture was as if it was a regular broadcast. The clock in the corner, the scrolling headlines at the bottom, and the desks’ typical background. The significant difference was the anchormen lying on the desk or hanging back in the chair. If I didn’t know any better, they fell asleep behind the desk.

It was a very creepy sight to see. There wasn’t any movement, but still, you’d expect the broadcast to continue at any moment. But after a few minutes, it became painfully clear this wouldn’t happen.

I surfed all available channels, and besides these news channels, there was a lot of static. Not a single channel was broadcasting an emergency broadcast, as one would expect.

The eeriest thing on TV was the standard cartoon channels. They obviously had some automated system because I saw one channel with a Road Runner episode. Another one was airing Tom and Jerry.

After I was sure the TV wouldn’t help us, I switched it off, made myself a fresh cup of coffee, and walked over to the crops room.

With the help of SHIVR, I got a good picture of this room and how we were supposed to use it. There were special lights in the room, and the temperature-controlled air had added water and a hint of fertilizer in it. SHIVR could also manage the automated irrigation and nutrition system if she was informed about which plant was growing in which spot of the room.

The seeds for the plants were located in a separate fridge-like cabinet. And SHIVR had detailed instructions for us on how to extract new seeds from the plants that grew from them in order to keep sufficient sources for future needs.

So I figured if we’d let SHIVR handle the crop growth and check how it’s going every other day. The door needed to remain closed as much as possible. So not going in there too much was for the best.

I entered the hallway and looked through the lab window, wondering what I would find in there. I finished my coffee, put the mug on the floor, and went into the lab.

The lab itself was… a lab. Considering its location, it was terrific. It had all the things needed in such a lab. And I’ve seen my fair shares of labs from the inside, so I was pretty impressed.

I turned on the computer and waited for it to finish booting. As I waited, I looked around. All the standard equipment was here. There was one thing that caught my attention. The cooler in the corner was buzzing. I knew this brand of coolers. This buzzing meant it was cooling at around its maximum capacity. Through its glass door, I could see around fifty ampules of some sort. I didn’t know what it was yet but was hoping Robert’s computer would tell me.

His password was easy to guess by me, and after I spent hours browsing and scanning through his files, I wasn’t much wiser than when I started. I was getting more and more frustrated as I sat there trying to find answers.

The formula in these ampules was still unknown, and there wasn’t a label or something on it to give me a clue. Only numbers 238 through 287 were printed on them, but no reference to these numbers could be found.

The searching on the computer got the better of me, and I suddenly felt furious and alone. Why didn’t Robert leave me any info on how to find answers? Or even what was down here. Did I even know Robert? I mean… considering everything that was going on down here? I knew his work for the government implied that he had to keep secrets for me, but this was straight-out ridiculous.

I checked my watch and suddenly realized how hungry I was. This wasn’t strange, considering it was past six already. Ellie and I saw each other briefly when we made lunch. Well… I was done making my lunch when Ellie walked in. She was obviously engrossed in her task, so we hardly spoke a word.

I turned off everything and went to the control room, expecting to find Ellie there. The door was open, but Ellie wasn’t there. There was a notebook lying on the table with a lot of notes in it. That girl had been busy.

I wasn’t worried, but I was curious where Ellie was. The moment I turned around to go look for her, she walked out of the kitchen, carrying a big glass of water. As the door opened, Ellie looked at me and smiled.

“You’re hungry too?” I asked.

“I am. I was wrapping things up when I realized how late it was.”

“I’ll start working on dinner. You wrap up here, okay?”

I started working in the kitchen, and after a few minutes, Ellie joined me. I noticed she looked a bit hyped.

“How did you do today?” I asked as we sat down at the table.

“Fantastic! I think I know everything there is to know about this shelter. SHIVR talked me through pretty much everything. SHIVR is more like Jarvis than Alexa or Siri, you know?”

“I noticed this myself in the crops room. I didn’t think of it that way, but I guess you’re right. But good to hear you’ve learned about the shelter.”

“Yeah. SHIVR even helped me blurring out Ryan’s body on the external video feeds. That way, we can view the outside footage without the constant possibility of suddenly looking at Ryan’s body.”

That was a very clever thing Ellie had done. I didn’t want to mention it, but in a week or two, Ryan’s body wouldn’t be something we wanted to see. It’s not like we wanted to look at it now, but after the decomposing kicks in… I felt a shiver going down my spine at the mere idea.

“That is an excellent thing you’ve done, Ellie. We’ll bury him when there’s an opportunity, but this is a safe way to deal with it until then. I’m impressed.”

Ellie started to blush. I guessed she wasn’t used to getting compliments. But I was genuinely impressed by how well she handled this.

“Thank you, Uncle Adam. But there’s more. A lot more.”

As we ate our dinner, Ellie explained a lot of stuff she’d asked SHIVR to do and the things she found out doing it.

“Look. According to everything we, well actually SHIVR, found online, the entire world is overrun by something. If you look around online, there is a massive pool of data available. I mean… Facebook, and Twitter, of course. But also video and satellite footage, millions of communication channels you can easily listen in on. We added all up, and we’re not entirely sure yet, but it appears to be some kind of bug that came out of the hole in the ground.”

“A bug?” I asked, surprised. “I figured it was something in the air.”

“A bug IS something in the air,” Ellie giggled. “But I know what you mean.”

“Yeah… Well… Uhm… It’s just..” now it was my turn to blush.

“Just kidding, Uncle Adam. Together, SHIVR and I reconstructed pretty much the whole cycle up until now. At first, it was that hole in Brazil. We saw that on tv.”

“Right,” I added. “We figured out it had something to do with all this. But what was it?”

“Well,” Ellie continued, “before the hole ‘did’ anything, there was a second hole near Beijing. But the Chinese government kept it hidden from the news as long as they could. And we were too focused on our side of the pond to notice.”

Ellie took a bite to eat and a sip from her glass before she continued. I was getting more and more curious about what she found out.

“After, or at the same time as China, we still don’t know that for sure, a third hole appeared near Johannesburg. This hole was about half the size of the other two but still quite significant. But by the time that third hole appeared, all eyes went to Brazil because of the smoke.” Ellie said and made air quotes at the word smoke.

“It wasn’t smoke?” I asked, surprised.

I realized I’d stopped eating and had to force myself to continue.

“No. It wasn’t. Looking back, it was pretty obvious it couldn’t be smoke. The tectonic plates over there were way too thick to let magma or something like it through. No. They were bugs. Literally billions of little, flying bugs. They swarmed out into every direction, which was another indication that it wasn’t smoke.”

“Fuck! Really?” I said in disbelief.

Ellie smiled at me, knowing how good of a job she did and because I never swear in front of them.

“Really. And that’s when the shit hit the fan. One bite of these tiny bugs, and you’re done. You don’t stand a chance. They spread so fast that the news stations couldn’t keep up. We guess that only the military knew it and was able to respond. But only a very tiny part of the military was saved because many dead soldiers are lying around we saw on satellite and video footage.”

Ellie took a dramatic pause, allowing both of us to finish our meal in silence.

“And then? What happened next?”

“The other holes did the same. Bugs came flying out, killing everyone they bit. The whole planet was overrun by them in less than eight hours. Eight hours! No government plan or prepper was prepared for this. Not the speed and definitely not the threat itself.” Ellie said sadly.

“I guess not. They were ready for terrorists and alien invasions and nukes. But not a tiny killing bug. Any idea where it’s from? Is it alien? Or a failed experiment of some sort?”

“No. We’re not sure. There isn’t any hint of alien or science-lab origin to be found. If I had to bet, I’d say it’s Mother Earth cleaning up our mess. But that’s a bit philosophical. I admit. But I just can’t find any other explanation.”

I was stunned. Both by what Ellie said and mostly how well she did her research.

“You know what the worst part is?” she asked.

“What?”

“There are a few dozen other shelters like this. They are all able to connect…” Ellie inhaled deeply, “none of them are responding.”

“Shit…” I whispered, totally blown away.

“There are still a few signs of life on the planet. Some people hid from the bugs. Some accidentally and some deliberately. So we’re not entirely alone. But all these people can be counted on one hand if you ask me.”

“Thank god! We need to find a way to reach them.”

“We tried posting stuff on Facebook and the other socials, but none of them are accepting new posts. I guess you’re right about their fail-safe mechanisms.”

“So you didn’t reach anyone yet?”

“No. I honestly wouldn’t know how we can do that. But I’m also very worn down by all the work today, so I figured we’d look for something together when we had a good night’s sleep,” Ellie yawned.

“I guess you’re right. Wanna check if we can find some series or movie on the TV?” I proposed.

“Okay. I’d like that. Maybe it gets my mind of this shitty mess. But I also wanna read my book some more. It’s a nice story so far, and I’m curious how it unfolds.”

“No problem. Tell you what. Since you’re tired and did an amazing job, I’ll clean up here. In the meantime, you check the TV for something interesting. How’s that?”

“Great! And thank you!” Ellie said, gave me a quick hug, and was off to the living room.

Her boyish ass showed off nicely in that pair of red panties. The look of her ass as she left the kitchen sent my mind back to this morning, and I could feel myself stiffening at the thought alone. So I quickly started cleaning up to get myself focused on something else than that pretty naked girl’s body.

We watched some lame-ass anime she found, but we turned it off about halfway through the movie because we both didn’t like the story. The fanservice was also completely over the top, with big-breasted girls in too tiny bikinis.

“Well… That was bad,” Ellie chuckled.

“Yes. Yes, it was.”

“You only say that because you’re gay and don’t like to look at women,” Ellie continued.

“I think you’re wrong on that part, Ellie. I’m not the typical gay man you think I am. I DO like to look at women. I like the way they look and find breasts very interesting. I just find it difficult to connect with women on a romantic level. I did have sex with a few women in the past, and I actually liked it. Not as much as sex with Uncle Robert, but it was still pretty good!”

“Really? I didn’t know that. But I guess it makes sense,” Ellie said more seriously now.

“But I still miss the penis between their legs,” I stated with a straight face.

Ellie looked a bit puzzled, but as soon as she saw the corners of my mouth move up, we both lost it and started laughing.

A few minutes later, we were both in bed. Naked and reading. As we went to bed, we each turned around as the other undressed. We didn’t talk about it. It just happened. There was also a glass of whiskey on our nightstands, but we both agreed this was the last night we did this. We needed to keep an eye on our supplies, which also included the good stuff. It was still unclear how long we’d be down here, so being careful was the sensible thing to do.

“Uncle Adam?” Ellie asked as I was putting my book Away.

“What is it, Ellestar?”

“I know we agreed to stay on our sides of the bed. But… uh… I did like the way we cuddled last night. It felt… safe?”

I looked at her and her puppy eyes. I knew it was a bit inappropriate for a middle-aged man to cuddle up naked with his equally naked niece. But so was jerking off an eleven-year-old boy. Besides, she asked for it. And what harm could it do anyway?

“Sure, Ellestar. And you’re right. It did feel nice. Less… I don’t know… alone.” I said, extending my arm.

Ellie took the hint and snuggled up against me. I felt one of her breasts pressing against my chest and did my best to ignore it, so I wouldn’t get hard. THAT would be awkward for sure!

“Good night, Uncle Adam. Sweet dreams,” Ellie said and kissed me on my cheek and cuddled back into her spot on my side.

“Night.”

I dozed off quickly into a dreamless sleep. But I woke up after I felt movement beside me and figured it was Ellie returning to her side of the bed.
As I settled for more sleep, I noticed Ellie’s hand lying very low on my belly and close to my dick. And Ellie was still cuddled up against me. I wasn’t sure, but her body appeared to be pressed even more against me.

I also realized I was fully erect, which happened more often during the night, of course. But with Ellie’s hand so close to it, I was a bit anxious that she might bump into it or something.

I lay completely still, hoping my erection would go away. That’s when I noticed Ellie’s hand inching down toward my dick.

“Uncle Adam?” she whispered softly.

I was incredibly struggling internally. I needed to let her know I was awake. But I was very curious about what she had in mind with her hand. And I was suddenly extremely horny with the thought of her touching my dick.

I figured I’d act asleep and find out what she was up to. If it was enough, I’d act like waking up and give her the time to get in her original position. That evil voice inside my head had won again.

“Good,” Ellie softly whispered, and her hand inched down further.

I noticed I was holding my breath and forced myself to act as if I was asleep. So I slowly let out my breath and pretended to breathe in and out deeply.
I really had to focus, though, at the moment her hand reached my dick. She touched my dickhead first, of course, and slid further down to feel my shaft.

“Oh, wow!” Ellie whispered again.

Her hand began fondling around, judging my shape and size. She even cupped my balls and moaned softly. As her hand moved back up again, I noticed rhythmic movement beside me. It took me a second, but I realized she was masturbating while fondling my dick.

This had to stop. But it felt way too good to feel her hand on me, so I decided to let her have her orgasm. And the moment the thought of her orgasm hit me like a ton of bricks, she stopped. She lifted her hand and just stopped.

Now I was confused. Did she come? Did she suddenly realize I was awake? As I laid there contemplating and figuring out my next move, I felt the sheet move a little.

Moments later, I felt her hand on my belly, near my dick again. She’d sneaked her hand under the sheet to get a better feel. And the moment she touched my leaking glans, I was glad she did.

“Oh… Better,” I heard her whisper as her movement increased.

She started groping and feeling everywhere. If I wasn’t awake, I’m sure her actions would’ve woken me up. Also, was her masturbation more and more noticeable now as the whole bed moved.

“Ohhh… mmmmhh…” she moaned softly.

She wasn’t jacking me or trying to get me off. This was just for her own pleasure, which probably turned me on even more.

“AH! AH! AHHH!!!” She moaned a lot louder, and her whole body stiffened.

Her grip on my dick was firm but considering the fact that she was cumming beside me, not unpleasant. It was challenging to keep lying still and acting asleep. I was turned on by all of this beyond belief.

She was panting hard and still had her hand on my dick. She was gently petting it like a dog from bottom to top.

“Damn. It’s big,” she whispered between pants.

She laid there for a few minutes, petting my dick and getting her breath back. Until she gave it one last pet, moved her hand out from under the sheet, and turned on her side, facing away from me. A few minutes later, I heard her breathing deepen and realized she was sleeping.

I felt I couldn’t sleep. Not even if I had a horse tranquilizer. I was so worked up and filled with adrenaline that I had to do something about it. So I snuck out of bed, held my boxers in front of my groin again, just in case, and went to the bathroom.

I looked at myself in the mirror and noticed how flushed I was. My dick was still rock hard. I sat down on the toilet and went for it. It only took me about ten strokes before I felt I was cumming. I aimed my dick down and let out a loud grunt as my sperm splashed into the water.

After coming down from my orgasm, I let the events sink in. Why didn’t I stop her? Was it the booze? Was I a perv? I did something similar to her brother. So was I a perv? Or did I just miss the sex with Robert? But then again… I didn’t give her any hints or signs in this direction. SHE was the curious one. SHE was the one who did this.

I couldn’t figure it out. But I did know I liked it. And I did like how she looked. And she was a funny and intelligent girl. So should I talk about it? Should I ignore it?
Eventually, I decided to sleep on it. I couldn’t do anything about it now, and maybe it would all be clearer in the morning. So I flushed, sneaked back into the bedroom, and carefully slid back in bed. Ellie didn’t move, which was good for now.

Despite what I expected, sleep came quickly.

End of Chapter twelve

Copyright 2021 – Jason Crow
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Smoky Mountains – Chapter 7

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Smoky Mountains
by
Jason Crow

Chapter 7 – Settling in
Day 2.

I expected a stuffy and dirty shelter from the sixties. But the moment the elevator door opened, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was big. And clean. And white. Wow!

“Wow!” Ellie said beside me.

I giggled at her reaction as I walked out of the elevator. In the wall next to the exit, there was a small control panel. I pressed the buttons, marked ‘light,’ and with a couple of loud clunk sounds, more and more of the shelter lit up. There was a long hallway with doors and windows on each side. But first, we had to enter the airlock. After we were inside, I pressed the ‘decompress’ button, and a small, red light labeled ‘hold breath’ started to blink.

“How long do we need to hold our breath?” Ryan asked.

“I don’t know. Guess it won’t be long,” I responded, breathed in and out a few times, and held my breath.

I saw Ellie and Ryan do the same, as the light started blinking faster and faster. A few seconds later, it stopped blinking and just stayed on, and a beep came out of a small speaker. Moments later, the airlock was filled with misty, thick air. I couldn’t see anything for a few moments. This mist was around us for approximately five seconds before it was sucked out at the bottom, and we could see each other again. The red light turned green, and the other door of the airlock opened, allowing us to enter the shelter.

“Well. Let’s see what we’ve got here, shall we?” I cheerfully said after breathing again.

The three of us started exploring, and I was utterly blown away by this shelter. If I didn’t know any better, it might as well have been some futuristic space ship from an A-grade sci-fi movie or the hidden lab from James Bond’s evil villain. The walls were shiny white, and the floor was dark. The lighting in all the rooms was indirect and created a very futuristic look. The doors didn’t make that ‘Whoosh’ sound when they opened, but they slid away into the wall, which was pretty cool. In the living room and bedrooms, there was a very soft carpet on the floor. And every room had modern, minimalistic furniture in it.

“This is great, Uncle Adam!” Ryan said enthusiastically.

“I know, right? I never knew we had this in our backyard.”

Even Ellie seemed hyped. She walked around with us and was very constructive about everything.

“I don’t see anything missing in here. I mean, we’ve got a living room and bedrooms obviously. But also a washing machine, bathroom, and a kitchen,” she said with a spark in her eyes.

“And have you seen all the food?” Ryan chipped in.

“I did, sport,” I said. “I think we’ll last for a long time down here.”

“One major bummer, by the way,” Ellie said while looking at her phone.

“What is it?”

“No service and no wifi!” she said gloomily.

“I was afraid of that. This whole thing is probably one big Faraday cage,” I responded while checking my own phone and seeing the same result. “I need to find a way to reach your mother. I need to find out if she’s alright and let her know we’re fine.”

“Damnit! And it’s freaking hot down here,” she said, clearly annoyed by the fact that her one link to the outside world was cut.

“It is, isn’t it? I’ll go and search for a solution. Why don’t you two get your stuff settled in your bedroom?” I said, trying to make myself useful.

“Ewww! These bedrooms got a kingsized bed! I’m not sleeping in the same bed as he is!” Ellie said, exaggerating her point by pulling an overly disgusted face.

“Okay. Then you go and take one of the bedrooms at the end of the hall, far away from us, Ellie. I don’t mind,” I said, knowing perfectly well she wanted to stay close to us.

“No problem, Sis! I’ll go and sleep with Uncle Adam. You can take the other bedroom,” Ryan immediately responded.

“Wait. What?” I managed, a bit blown away by the suddenness of it all.

I knew that Ryan probably liked sleeping with me better than with his sister for apparent reasons. But I wasn’t too sure if this was a good idea. Sleeping in the same bed with an eleven-year-old boy, who just learned to jack himself, would most likely mean that I had to teach him a lot of other stuff too. But a little evil voice inside my head figured that that was an excellent idea. So I decided to just let them figure it out, and I’d see what the first night with Ryan would bring.

“Okay then. But tomorrow, we’ll evaluate the sleeping arrangements, and maybe you’ll have to deal with it, Ellie. But now I’ll go and check why it’s so freakin’ hot down here. You guys settle in.”

I saw Ryan lifting his t-shirt as I walked away. I scanned the whole place a second time but couldn’t find anything that looked like a climate system control panel. Sweat was dripping from my head by now, so I decided to change my clothes. When I returned to my bedroom, I practically bumped into Ryan, who decided to ditch his clothes altogether. He was only wearing his Fortnite boxer briefs with a noticeable lump in them.

“It’s so freaking hot in here!” he said as he walked toward the kitchen. “You don’t mind, do you?”

“I don’t. But maybe Ellie will,” I said, trying not to be too obviously checking out his body.

Behind me, I heard the door to the other bedroom open. I turned around and saw Ellie had the same idea as Ryan. She was in her tight tank top and blue panties again. I couldn’t blame her.

“I guess she won’t,” Ryan giggled.

Seeing both of them this way made me decide to join their dress code. So I disrobed and was down to my black boxers in no time and headed to the kitchen. I poured myself a nice, cold, big glass of water and walked over to the living room, joining Ryan and Ellie.

“I’m sorry. I can’t find the control for the climate system.”

“It’s okay,” Ellie said. “This way, we’ll manage. Do we have TV down here?”

Ryan got up from the couch, showing off his pert little, boxer-clad ass. He looked around and found the remote. He sat back on the couch to my left. Ellie was to my right, and I had to admit that I felt safe and happy this way despite the fear about Robert’s sudden departure. Ryan pressed the ‘on’ button, and on-screen, we saw some sort of entertainment system booting up. It had a few sections. There were games, series, movies, and an option to record a diary. But no live TV.

“Hand me the remote, please,” I said to Ryan.

I basically turned the TV inside-out with the remote. There must be some way to catch the news and find out what’s going on outside? But the closest thing I found was a greyed-out tile that said “TV.” But when I clicked on it, nothing happened.

“Damnit!” I said, a bit angry.

“What is it?” Ellie asked, looking worried.

“There is no way to check the news! The TV is unavailable, there’s no WiFi or cellphone signal, and I can’t even find a radio anywhere! The most low-tech solution to communicate besides smoke signals and pigeons.”

I looked at the kids sitting beside me on the couch, and I sighed. They didn’t seem too upset, not knowing what was going on outside. I sure as hell was.

“I guess it’s just a precaution, Uncle Adam,” Ryan said, trying to put me at ease, and he hugged me.

“I hope you’re right, sport. I hate it that we don’t have a clue about what’s going on.” I kept ranting.

“Okay, grumpy,” Ellie said with a laugh. “Not much we can do about it, can we? Ryan, check if there’s something else we can watch instead.”

Ryan took the control from my hands, scrolled through the movie section, and selected the new Sonic movie.

I felt my blood pressure drop slightly and decided to drop it for now and recheck everything in the morning. This movie would at least help me get my mind off the situation.

During the movie, I noticed both Ellie and Ryan kept glancing at my groin. I didn’t blame Ryan. And as I thought about it, neither could I blame Ellie. I mean… She was a thirteen-year-old girl and probably curious as hell about this stuff. So I slid back a bit, making sure my dick would be more pronounced in my underwear. I could feel myself chubbing as I did this. I knew I wasn’t going to get hard. I had enough control over it, but being a bit larger wouldn’t hurt anyone, I reckoned.

After the movie, I scanned the storage room for something to eat. The food supply was unbelievable. There were Astronaut dinners, deep-frozen vegetables, special powders that only required adding some water. This was really high-end stuff!

I picked something from all the different kinds we had, just to try each of them. I combined the stuff and made us some dinner, which we ate at the dining table in the living room and talked a bit about our situation. I learned that both Ellie and Ryan weren’t freaked out at all. They were just as curious as I was about the situation, but they felt safe and protected down here.

After dinner, another movie. This time it was the Harley Quinn movie. There were a few moments in there when there were scantily clad women on screen. During one of these scenes, I could clearly see the tent in Ryan’s boxers. I glanced at Ellie, and I was almost sure she was eyeing it too, and her stiff nipples were trying to stick through the fabric of her tank top. I blamed all this on the fact that we were in our underwear and that it was almost ninety-five degrees down here.

After the movie was over, it was almost ten-thirty. Both Ellie and Ryan were yawning and stretching, so I figured this was as good a time as any to hit the sack. Ellie got up first, and I couldn’t help but notice how much her ass looked like her brother’s. She turned around to look at us, and I saw a small damp spot in her panties. I quickly looked her in the eyes. I didn’t think she saw me looking, but I felt flushed nevertheless. She stuck out her hand to Ryan and helped him to his feet.

“If Uncle Adam snores or steals the covers, you’re welcome to stay with me, booger,” she said and hugged him. “I was just kidding earlier.”

Of course, Ryan hugged her back, and I noticed how he pressed the bottom of his cheek against his sister’s breasts. The hug was a bit longer as usual, and I could see his bulge expanding. He wasn’t sporting a full boner, but if this continued, he’d definitely get there.

We killed the light in the living room and went to our bedrooms. I kissed Ellie on her cheek and wished her a good night. I assured her that she was more than welcome to come into my room and sleep with us if she was scared. Of course, she said she wouldn’t need it, and she kissed me too, went inside, and closed her door.

The moment I closed the bedroom door, I heard a fan switch on and immediately felt some cool air flowing through the room.

“I guess you fixed the climate control,” Ryan said as he crawled into the bed.

“I guess,” I said, a little hesitant, and I switched off the light.

I crawled in on the other side of the bed and laid on top of the sheets. The lights weren’t entirely off, and I could still see Ryan in the dim lights.

“Uncle Adam?” he asked.

“Yes, Ryan?” I responded with a pretty good idea of what he was about to ask.

“I… Emm… Usually, I sleep without clothes. Would you mind if I do that now?”

Okay. Didn’t expect that. I sleep in the nude, too, for as long as I can remember. My parents also did this, and back when I was younger, I sometimes slept in the bed with them after a bad dream. We didn’t make a point out of it back then, so why would I do this now, I figured.

“No, sport. I don’t mind. As long as you stay on your side of the bed.”

“Great. Thanks!” Ryan said and pulled off his boxers, revealing his flaccid, hairless penis.

“Ryan?” I said in the same tone as he did earlier and started to giggle.

Ryan started giggling too and said: “No, Uncle Adam. I don’t mind. As long as you stay on your side of the bed.”

We both started laughing, and I pulled off my boxers and dropped them on the ground beside the bed. I saw Ryan checking me out, and in the corner of my eye, I saw him popping a boner. I decided to ignore it and pulled the sheet up over my body, hiding my dick. I laid there quietly for a bit, looking at the ceiling, expecting Ryan to doze off.

“Can we spank it again?” Ryan asked out of the blue, startling me a bit.

Despite the current situation with Robert, I was feeling horny. Having a naked eleven-year-old boy with a boner asking me to jerk off together added to that feeling considerably.

“Well… Ehm… I guess. As long as you never tell anyone about this. That’s completely clear, right?”

“YESS!” he softly said when I said ‘I guess,’ immediately followed by: “Of course! Don’t worry, Uncle Adam.”

I felt my dick growing rapidly as I saw Ryan gripping his youthful erection and slowly sliding his fist up and down on it. I slid down the blankets, exposing my own hard-on, and went to town too. Ryan looked over and had his eyes focused on the action between my legs. We jerked silently for a few minutes as Ryan looked me in my eyes.

“Ehhh… Do you mind if I try spanking you for a bit?” he softly asked. “I mean… You did it to me, and I want to see what it’s like.”

I didn’t see this one coming, and his face was beet red when he asked me. But that evil little voice inside my head was already pretty worked up and screamed so loud, the voice of reason was silenced. So I didn’t hesitate a second and released my dick.

“Sure. I’d like that. I’ll warn you when the sperm comes out, okay?”

An ear-to-ear smile appeared on his face, and he scooted over so he could reach my dick. The moment he touched me, it felt like a bolt of electricity shot through me.

“Whoa. It’s big,” Ryan whispered as he tried to wrap his hand around it.

I may not have the longest dick in the world, but its fatness compensates this easily. Ryan couldn’t wrap his hand around it but slowly started stroking me anyway. He had a really focused look on his face as he was jerking me. It looked almost as if he was trying to memorize my dick. I had to hand it to him, though. He had a pretty skilled hand for a boy that just learned the mechanics.

“Want me to do you too?” I asked, already panting a bit.

“Huh?” Ryan responded, obviously not knowing what I meant.

So I extended my hand and started massaging his dick.

“Ohhh…” Ryan moaned as I started my jerking motion.

It was a bit awkward how we were lying, but looking at this cute little fellow focusing on my dick and jerking me pretty well, with the added bonus of me jerking his little dick, made up for that big time. I felt the boiling in my balls already building. According to Ryan’s panting, he was enjoying it too. And considering his age, I guessed he had a hair-trigger on his orgasms.

Ryan exactly knew how to touch the right buttons. I had a lot of experience with other people jerking me, but none of them knew how to touch the underside of my glans the right way. Ryan did, and I loved it. Ryan’s hip started moving as he instinctively started fucking my hand. This, combined with the soft moans of him near my ear, pushed me quickly toward the end goal.

“Ahhhh. Ryan! I’m cumming. Look o…” I managed.

As I felt the sperm leaving my body, Ryan’s dick kicked in my hand too. We came at the same time, but I realized this a bit later. It has been a long time since I came this hard. The first spurt hit me on my chin as Ryan kept pumping me. There were a good six or seven spurts, and they were all pretty powerful. This was a top-five orgasm for sure. I stopped my movement on Ryan’s dick, but he didn’t catch on, so I gently laid my hand on his, and that’s when he stopped, but he didn’t let go of my dick.

“You hit me,” Ryan giggled and looked up at me.

“I’m sorry, sport. You did great. I came a lot. But I did warn you,” I giggled too.

At least two spurts had hit him in his face because there were two obvious spots where my cum was oozing down his face. He stuck out his tongue and licked some of it from his upper lip, and made a point of tasting it.

“Not bad,” he said as he kept holding my softening dick.

In my hand, I could feel he was still stiff. Damn, I wish I had his stamina. But now, the voice of reason returned in my head. I let go of him, got up, and grabbed a towel. I cleaned my dick and body and handed Ryan a towel. He cleaned his hand and face and laid back on the bed with a big smile across his face. I absolutely loved what I was looking at. A young, blonde boy, lying lazily on a bed, with his erection on display. Just lying there for me to look at in all his glory. I was falling in love with this kid. I had to stop myself.

So I got on the bed too and pulled up my sheet. The room temperature had dropped significantly, and having a thin sheet over my body, wouldn’t be bad at all now.

“I really like doing this with you, Uncle Adam,” Ryan said seriously.

“I do too, sport. I really do,” I said seriously.

He looked over at me, and I could see he was tired. He still had that smile on his face and looked so adorable.

“Can we do this again tomorrow?” he yawned.

“You know the rule. If you keep your mouth shut, we can. But now we go and sleep, okay? It’s been an intense day. Goodnight, sport.”

“Night,” he softly said, almost asleep already.

End of Chapter seven

Copyright 2021 – Jason Crow
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P.S. The boy in the picture above the story was my inspiration for Ryan.

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Smoky Mountains – Chapter 1

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Smoky Mountains
by
Jason Crow

Chapter 1 – Curiosity

Day 1.
Location: Close to Great Smoky Mountains National Park, NC
Date: November 14th, somewhere in the near future.

I read the news today, oh boy. This was bad. In the middle of the Brazilian Rainforest, a big logging company lost almost all their hardware and many people in a catastrophic accident. While they were logging, the ground crumbled away from under them, creating a near-perfect circle with a diameter of a little over thirty miles. The hole is about half a mile deep and visible with the naked eye from the International Space Station. Every TV station was broadcasting about it, and no one knew how or why this hole so suddenly appeared. There were already over four hundred counted fatalities, and two hundred people were missing. Still, no one expected them to be alive after the event.

I just woke up and was sitting in our kitchen in my bathrobe, drinking a cappuccino and digesting all this. My boyfriend Robert’s niece and nephew were staying with us, so sitting naked, as I usually did, wasn’t an option now. Their school had some weird vacation schedule, which meant they were free for almost two weeks now. Their mom reckoned it was a good idea to stay with Uncle Adam and Uncle Robert for a week during this school vacation. She figured Ellie and Ryan needed a male role model in their lives. By staying with us, they had two men for the price of one. And, which was probably the main reason, it gave her the opportunity to visit the Virgin Islands for a week-long holiday.

Robert was still in bed after he came home really late from work last night. I guessed Ellie was still in her bed, too, because that’s what almost all thirteen-year-old girls do on their holiday. I did hear some noise in the house and figured this was Ellie’s eleven-year-old brother Ryan. I hadn’t seen him yet but figured he’d appear soon enough. My first task was to shower, so I was ready to face the day. We planned to see a movie this afternoon. I promised Ryan that he could help me with a new prosthetic underarm after the movie. I was building this arm for a former navy-seal who lost his arm in combat. Ryan saw it in the workshop I have in the basement and called it the ‘Terminator hand.’ I had to admit it had a bit of a resemblance to it.

I polished off my cappuccino and headed to the bathroom. As I walked, I untied the knot of my bathrobe and opened the door. The moment I walked in, I stopped dead in my tracks. The glass door separating the shower from the rest of the bathroom was open, and in it was Ryan, who was drying his hair. His penis was stiff and pointing upward toward his belly. I guessed it to be a little over three inches, and it was wobbling with the movement of his body. I knew I had to look away, but it took me a great deal of effort to do so. I also realized my bathrobe hung open, and I was on display too. I quickly closed it and gently cleared my throat. Ryan quickly dropped the towel in front of his dick and blushed as he looked at me. I decided to act as if I hadn’t seen anything, so he wouldn’t feel awkward.

“Morning, Ryan,” I said.

“Morning, Uncle Adam. Did I wake you?” he asked, avoiding the elephant in the room too.

“A bit short, but yeah. Not too bad. You?”

“It was good. It’s really quiet outside here. Way quieter than at our place.”

“Yeah. Well. That’s the advantage of living in the sticks. But why are you in our shower? I didn’t expect you here. Otherwise, I would’ve knocked, of course.”

“The drain in our shower is clogged. Uncle Robert said we could use this shower until it’s fixed.”

“Great! We’re living in a four-and-a-half million dollar house, and we still have all sorts of issues,” I said, a bit annoyed. “Not that I mind you showering here, Ryan. It’s just that there seems to be something that needs to be fixed in this house every month.”

“It’s not like you can’t afford it,” he giggled, still holding the towel in front of him.

He was right. Robert and I met in med school, but neither of us became a doctor. After med school, I went to Stanford to get my degree in robotics. After I graduated, I got a great job creating advanced prosthetics for people missing a limb or who had another reason to wear them. By now, I was the CTO of the company and made a little over 200K a year. I loved my job dearly, but I missed the hands-on work with robotics, so I created my own workshop in the basement. This way, I stayed in touch with the technology I loved so much.

Robert, on the other hand, went to work at a big pharmaceutical company. He started at the bottom but quickly worked his way up and made even more money than I did. The house we currently lived in was owned by his company, and we could live in it for free.

The house is a very modern, Tony Stark-ish, huge house. Loads of glass, concrete, and wood, and very minimalistic in its design. Despite it being so trendy, it blended in with the forest beautifully. The roof was filled with solar panels, and in the back of our lot, we had two wind turbines. This combination made us completely energy-independent and gave us a low carbon footprint. It didn’t matter to me much. But to Robert, this was an essential feature of our house.

The house was built in the middle of a piece of land that spanned almost 40 acres. On the other side of the fence at the back of our land, the Great Smoky Mountains National Park started. Talking about location! There was a fence all around our land, and we had to drive down a long driveway before we could park our cars under the house. Ryan always called our home the modern Wayne Manor and insisted on seeing the Batcave at least once. We didn’t have security guards or a fancy video surveillance system to protect the compound. We didn’t need it out here. It was a fifteen-minute drive to our nearest neighbors, a small housing estate, so we didn’t get many visitors. The house itself was equipped with a state-of-the-art security system, but it never once went off in the four years we lived here now. Despite the remoteness of our home, I felt completely safe here.

“I’ll come back when you’re ready. Just call me, okay?” I said to Ryan and started to turn around.

“Uncle Adam?” Ryan softly said.

“What is it, sport?” I asked as I turned back and looked at him.

“Can I ask you something?” he asked, looking at the ground and his blush spread out all over the upper part of his chest.

“Sure you can. You know you can ask me anything. Even the weird stuff about me being gay,” I giggled, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

“I Uhm. I get a lot of stiffies lately,” he started. “And I heard some boys in school talking about mixturbating to ‘release the pressure’ as they say it. Is that true? Does it help?”

Wow. I did not see that one coming. Robert’s sister always was a bit, let’s say, different. She didn’t want a relationship because that would slow her down too much. But she did want kids. Go figure. So she went to the sperm bank, got herself inseminated twice, and raised these amazing kids all by herself. The downside was that there wasn’t a male in their life to talk to about this stuff. I was deeply touched by the fact that he confided in me to talk to. So I decided to help him with whatever he needed.

“Well. Yes. It helps. It helps a lot, actually. It’s called masturbating, by the way, and when you do it right, it takes off the pressure for sure,” I honestly answered.

“Do you do it?”

“It’s a kind of a personal question. But yes, I do. Not too much nowadays, because I have regular sex with your Uncle Robert. But sometimes I still do it anyway, because of the nice feelings. When I was younger, I had periods in my life when I did it two or three times a day,” I said, laughing.

“Isn’t it bad? Won’t it hurt your penis? Isn’t there only so many times you can do this in your life? And if you do it too often, you can’t get kids anymore?”

“Whoa, sport! Relax. There’s nothing wrong with masturbating. As long as you do it privately and no one can see it and be offended by it, you’re good. No matter how often you spank it.”

“But… I don’t know how to… spank it,” Ryan softly said, looking down again.

“Don’t they teach this stuff in school? Or can’t you find anything online?” I asked, sensing where the conversation was going.

“They won’t teach this stuff in our school anymore. It isn’t Christian as they say it. And with the content filter my mom installed on our phones, I can’t even find a decent pair of boobs to look at online,” he said with a bit of annoyance in his voice.

“I see,” I simply said, not knowing how to respond.

“Can’t you show me or tell me how it’s done?” he asked, looking at me with puppy eyes no living human being could say no to.

Oh boy. There it was. I’d always been interested in younger boys. I even had a couple of encounters when I was younger. Usually, these boys were thirteen to fourteen years old and were great lovers, as I learned. They were eager to learn, keen to please, and had recovery times I can only dream of now. But Ryan was my nephew. Well, not technically, but close enough. But then again, he asked me in good faith, and I didn’t want to let him down or him to turn to some old perv showing him. But this kid just turned eleven! I could go to jail for this.

“Listen, Ryan. Of course, I can show you. But I can get into some serious trouble when people find out I did.”

“Oh,” he said, and his face turned sad as he looked at the ground. “I see.”

This almost broke my heart. He must’ve really had his hopes up to learn it from me. I already accidentally saw his erection, and he wasn’t a blabbermouth. So, what the heck!

“But if you can promise me to keep your mouth shut about it, I guess I can give you a few pointers.”

He lifted his head and looked me in the eyes to check if I was serious. As he looked at me and realized I wasn’t kidding, his face lit up. He almost started to glow and had a smile from ear to ear.

“Of course! I won’t tell anyone!”

“Not even to Uncle Robert, your mom, best friend. Do you understand? No one can know about this,” I pushed on.

“I promise! Not a soul will know about this,” he said, still smiling broadly.

“Okay. Let’s sit down on the bench, shall we?” I asked.

We walked over to the wooden bench Robert and I had placed near our sauna to undress or relax on. Our bathroom was more of a wellness room than a bathroom, and it was one of my favorite rooms in the house. I’m not a guy who likes to have sex in the sauna, but I did like the luxurious vibe this room added to our home. Ryan still kept the towel in front of him as he sat down next to me. I looked at him, and he suddenly seemed nervous and tiny.

“Nervous?” I asked gently, trying to put him at ease.

“Yeah.”

I had enough experience with boys to know how to read them a bit. There was the boy who needed to be pushed a little, the boy that took control himself, and everything in between. There also isn’t a playbook on how to start. Touch the boy, start with your own dick, or encourage the boy to begin together. It’s different every time. With Ryan, I knew not to push it. And I figured the best approach with him was to start together.

“Don’t be. Masturbating will be your new favorite pastime. I guarantee you,” I smiled at him.

This caused Ryan to start giggling too, and the nervousness seemed to vanish a bit. I was a bit turned on by the fact that I was going to jerk next to a young boy. I wasn’t fully hard yet but was already halfway there. I decided to open and shrugged off my bathrobe. Ryan’s eyes immediately went to my dick, which was a natural reaction. My cut dick wasn’t overly big. Erect, I was just above six inches. Luckily I was a shower instead of a grower, so soft I was almost five inches. I knew that in the eyes of an eleven-year-old boy, I looked huge. I shaved off all my body hair, and this made my dick look even more prominent.

“Wow,” Ryan whispered.

I placed my hand on top of his and looked at him.

“I’ll show you how it’s done, so you can mimic me, okay?”

“But… I’m not that big,” he shyly said.

“Don’t worry, sport. You’ll grow a lot when you get older. And honestly, size doesn’t matter,” I said, knowing all boys are insecure about their size when there’s a grown man next to them. “Ready to get started?”

Ryan didn’t respond. He looked at my dick again. He hesitated a second, took the towel from his lap, and laid it on the bench beside him. I looked at his dick, and it was fully erect. He was indeed a little over three inches, cut, and completely hairless, just like me.

“To be honest, you’re a bit big for your age. Back when I was eleven, I was a bit smaller. So nothing to worry about, sport,” I smiled and saw Ryan starting to smile too. “Now. Just take your penis in your hand like this.”

I gripped my dick and made sure he could see how I did this. He copied my action, his eyes focused on my dick. I slowly started moving up and down, expecting him to follow me, which he did.

“OW!” he said.

“Your grip is too firm. You need to loosen it a bit,” I said, suppressing a giggle.

I remember making this mistake when I was his age too, so it was sort of a deja-vu to me. Ryan looked at me with an uncertain look in his eyes. I let go of my own dick and reached out to Ryan’s.

“I can show you if you want,” I said, not touching his penis yet.

“Yes, please,” Ryan responded and looked a bit relieved.

I knew better than to just touch a boy, and asking for permission made it easier for both of us. By now, I was pretty worked-up already, so I had no problem at all with touching his dick. I reached out and took my little nephew’s dick in my hand. I heard Ryan moan a bit the moment I wrapped my fist around it. I loved his young, thin, but extremely hard dick in my hand. I slowly started moving my fist, electing another moan from Ryan.

“See?” I softly whispered as I jerked him. “This is how you spank it.”

“Hmmm. This is, ahhh,” Ryan responded with his eyes closed.

“You think you can do it?”

“I guess,” he replied but made no move to take over.

I was enjoying this too much to just let go, so I just kept going. Ryan’s moans increased as I kept jerking him. I felt a drop of precum oozing out of my dick and realized again how much I liked doing this stuff with young boys.

“Ohhh… Uncle Adam. Somethings happening!” he said with a bit of panic in his voice. “You need to stop!”

He started wiggling his butt to get away from my stroking hand.

“No, Ryan. You’re about to cum. Don’t worry. Just let the feeling wash over you. No worries,” I assured him and increased the speed a bit.
It didn’t take long for him to cum. This moment is what I always liked best with boys. Their first cum and the way they reacted to it. I kept stroking him and looked at his face. I saw his eyes cross, and his mouth hung open a bit. He was panting heavily, and the moment I felt his dick grow fatter in my hand, his whole body stiffened.

“AHHH!” He groaned and lifted his butt off the bench to meet my jerking hand.

I felt his penis kicking in my hand, but no sperm came out. This wasn’t a big surprise, considering his age. After the twitching died down a bit, he opened his eyes and looked at me.

“Wow. You’re right! I just discovered my new favorite pastime,” and he started giggling.

I sat up straight and giggled too. I loved this kid! He was open, funny, and kind-hearted. Too bad his mom was so strict on him. She wasn’t a man-hater nor a lesbian, but she preferred women above men. And it showed a bit on the way she treated Ryan.

“Don’t you need to spank it?” Ryan asked as he eyed my boner.

“Not necessarily. I can do it later.”

“Why won’t you do it now? Is it because of me? Because I don’t mind if you do it,” he pressed on.

“Do you want to see me do it?” I asked him, realizing he must be curious about how I did it.

“Well… Uhm…” he started.

I knew enough. I was pretty horny already and found it exciting to have an audience. Especially if it was a curious young boy. So I took my hard dick in my hand and went for it. As I felt the pressure slowly build in my balls, I kept looking at Ryan. He had his eyes glued to my dick and jerking hand. His own dick was still proudly sticking up from his groin.

“Why don’t you join me?” I hoarsely said, knowing the recovery capability he must have.

As if he snapped out of a trance, he tore his eyes from my dick and looked me in my eyes. He extended his hand and wrapped it around the base of my dick.
“Whoa, Ryan. I mean to join me jerking your own penis,” I said as I gently and a bit reluctantly took his hand away.

“Oh. Sorry,” he smiled and wrapped his hand around his dick.

As he clumsily started jerking himself, he focused on my dick again, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off his. Soon enough, he found himself a rhythm and started panting again.

“Oh, those younger days,” I thought to myself, feeling that familiar build-up in my balls.

I slowed down a bit to let Ryan catch up. But this action in front of me sure had its effect. Slowing down didn’t do much good, and before I knew it, I was approaching the point of no return.

“Ahh. Here I go,” I managed to say and leaned back a bit on the bench.

As I felt my balls contracting, I made sure I pointed my dick toward my belly. I didn’t want to freak Ryan out by splatting my cum on him. After the first spurt came out and landed on my chest, I heard Ryan gasp beside me. Knowing he was watching me intensely added an extra dimension to my orgasm. I came really hard, and at least seven spurts flew out of my dick.

As I came down a bit from this intense orgasm, I glanced over at Ryan, who had his eyes on my dick and belly, and he was stroking his dick really fast. His mouth was open, and his eyes had a bit of an unfocused look in them.

“Ohhh… I…” he gasped, and I could see him cumming again. That was impressive, even for an eleven-year-old.

After he came, he collapsed on the bench and laid his head against my shoulder, his dick still firmly in his hand.

“You okay, sport?” I asked after a few moments had passed.

“Yeah. This is amazing,” he said, still panting a bit.

“I know, right? I hope you’ll enjoy your new toy,” I laughed.

“Oh, don’t worry. I will!” and he laughed too. “Uncle Adam?”

“What is it, sport?”

“Is that sperm on your tummy?” he asked, extending his finger to touch it.

“Yes. That’s my sperm,” I replied, not stopping his hand.

“That’s what makes babies, doesn’t it?” he asked as his index finger dipped in a glob of cum.

“When it’s inside a fertile girl, it can create a baby. But when it’s on my chest, it’s just sticky stuff that I need to wash off,” I chuckled.

Ryan pressed his thumb and index finger together and was examining my sperm. I could see his dick was soft by now, and seeing it like this, made me realize how small he still was. I didn’t feel any regret for teaching him this, but I wanted it to end now. We needed to keep a bit of distance in our relationship, I reckoned.

“It’s weird,” he said.

“What is?”

“Sperm. It’s sticky and gooey,” he said, toying with my cum. “When will I make sperm, Uncle Adam?”

“Soon, sport. If you keep spanking it, it’ll probably be within a year. But it might as well be later. Or sooner. You’ll just have to wait. But until then, your spanking sessions won’t be messy. So, I wouldn’t mind it too much if I were you.”

“Thanks for showing me, Uncle Adam,” he said and gave me a very tight, very naked hug.

I felt his soft penis against my hip as I hugged him back tightly.

“I’ll go take a shower. Why don’t you get dressed and we’ll eat breakfast together after my shower. Okay?”

“Great!” he said and started putting on his clean boxers he had hung on the hook near the shower.

“Oh, and Ryan?”

“What is it?” he said and stood up straight.

“Not a word, remember?” I said sternly.

“Not a word. Promise!” he said, opened the door, and walked off to his room, giving me a nice view of his firm little boxer-clad butt.

End of Chapter one

Copyright 2021 – Jason Crow
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Okay. This is the fist chapter in may. Just to be clear: I’m not going to write something witty at the end of every chapter. But I can’t help it now. This is the start of a great journey. I hope you’ll enjoy it!

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