This is a story involving incestuous sex between two adults. The status of their consent is highly questionable at times, so be warned. The story is kind of nasty and might leave certain readers in a dark place. Proceed with caution.
Christopher's uncle asked him if he could crash in his loft apartment for the night, as he happened to be in town and struggled to find a hotel. Chris found that hard to believe -- it was the middle of the week and there was no reason why the numerous hotels would be overcrowded. The old fart was simply cheap.
At first, Chris was going to refuse, but his dad called and reminded him in a firm tone, that as a family, they should help each other out in the times of need. So eventually, the young man had called his uncle to come over. Sleazy uncle Bob accepted his invitation without any hesitation.
Chris considered uncle Robert to be possibly the creepiest and repulsive individual in their entire family. He was just straight up weird, would always make overly sexual jokes during family dinners and Chris could not count the times when his uncle knocked on the bathroom doors while he was in, to ask if he could quickly use the toilet while Chris was showering.
Oddly enough, Christopher usually entertained these requests. That's how he knew that it would never end on just using the toilet. When leaving the bathroom, uncle Bob would always make sure to "check on" Chris, pretending he was doing that in a joking way. Chris had no problem with that. The thought that this pathetic man would later jerk off to the memories of his ass and dick always brought him nothing but a cruel satisfaction.
It took uncle Rob a lot of time to arrive, enough to make Chris completely forget about his existence. It was actually the middle of the night, when Chris heard the doorbell. Uncle showed up in Chris' apartment's doors so drunk that he was barely standing. He didn't even have a suitcase, just a ragged backpack.
"What's up, my boy..." He smiled, seeing his nephew and immediately went for a hug. Chris gently pushed him away and instead made it a handshake.
"You're fucking drunk, uncle," Chris barked, slightly annoyed.
"Be a good lad and don't tell your parents, mate," he said, trying to push himself inside the flat. "Sometimes a man has to... yeah..." Clearly he lacked the brain power to finish such complicated sentence.
"Shut up, you will wake everyone in the building," Chris pushed him in and closed the door. His uncle already made himself at home; kicked his shoes off and dropped the heavy backpack to the floor.
He was tall, bald, was like 45 years old and had broad shoulders. He was wearing clothes typical for a trucker which smelled similarly to him -- like alcohol, cigarettes and sweat. He used to be pretty handsome, but now a lot of it was lost to the time.
"Where do I sleep? Here?" he asked weakly, pointing at the couch. For some reason, his face seemed annoyed, almost as if he wasn't the stinky unwanted guest here.
"Oh, not here, uncle." Chris smiled in a sinister way. "I have a cozy bed for you. But before we proceed, let's get you to the bathroom first. I would prefer to not find you later in a puddle of your piss."
Christopher grabbed his uncle's wrist and lead him to the bathroom. Barely conscious, Robert attempted unzipping his fly. It's not that he even struggled; Chris simply immediately offered his help.
"Let me do it, uncle."
Uncle Robert's face showed some small signs of confusion and surprise at this offer, but eventually he placed his big hands on the wall above the toilet, to ensure balance.
But Chris didn't care about his fly. He unbuckled his pants and pulled them off, revealing simple dark green briefs and a bulge stuck in them.
"What are you doing?" Robert giggled drunkenly.
"Trust me, uncle, it will be faster this way." Chris smirked, having an opportunity to place his hand on his uncle's covered junk. The bulge fit his hand nicely, it was warm and full. He rubbed the fabric and his uncle burped.
"Yo..." he said but added nothing more.
Chris pulled his briefs down, revealing his dick. His pubes were a dark, curly jungle. He also didn't shave his low-hanging balls. His sack had a much darker skin color than his pale legs for example. As for his cock, it was uncut and pretty large, even flaccid. A strong musky aroma immediately filled Christopher's nose after he released the monster.
"Alright, uncle. Let it flow," Chris encouraged him, still smirking.
Uncle managed to hit the bowl without aiming his dick. A steady stream of yellow piss flooded the toilet, as they patiently watched the performance. The stink of piss hit Chris' nose only when his uncle was almost all out of his ammo.
"Well done, uncle." If Chris was the one pissing, he would wipe his peehole with toilet paper, like a civilized person. But since it was his uncle, Chris didn't even let him shake it off. He just pulled his briefs up. "Alright," he said, as he flushed the toilet. "Leave your pants off, uncle. You will be more comfortable without them." Robert simply walked out of the pants which already fell on the floor anyway. "Now let me help you with this..." Christ got behind his uncle and helped him to remove the hoodie. Uncle only had his white tank top under it, stained with some mustard or something. "Yeah, that should be enough for now," Chris judged, actually liking how his uncle presented in it.
"So where do I sleep?" he asked again, in a tired, frustrated tone.
"In my bed, dear uncle," Chris said with a sly smile. "The couch is hard and bumpy and I want you to rest. Don't worry, there will be enough of space for both of us..."
Chris led him to his bed. Uncle lied down on it without too much consciousness left in him. Chris covered him with a blanket and left him like that. In the meantime, he turned off his computer and lights around the apartment. Only then he returned to his bedroom.
Uncle was lying on the side, breathing calmly. Chris took his clothes off, including boxers, and quickly slid under their shared blanket.
