Reunions are Irresistible

Aunt Lorraine was next to leave and she had a few more words for Francis. "You can keep the peaches. I'll stick with my originality."

Brad reminded both Francis and Jeremy to serve some delicious monkfish for the next family reunion before heading off with everyone else. In the meantime, Kevin told his parents that he would stay behind and help Francis tidy up the house a little more.

His mother gave him a kiss goodbye while his father said, "Don't waste your time by getting drunk."

Kevin replied, "Don't worry. I won't. I'll see you later."

He watched his parents get in their cars and drive off. Next in the line of departures was Seth, who whispered in Kevin's ear, "I'll get you for this."

Kevin shrugged his shoulders. "At least you'll pay her back sooner than expected."

Seth frowned as he walked out the door.

Jeremy and Lonnie had been the last to leave the house. Kevin tried to find the right words to assure them of their newfound satisfaction.

"Sweet dreams."

"What?"

Kevin cleared his throat. "Just forget it."

He closed the door and locked it. He and Francis were now alone in the house. Solitude settled in the household with a permanent stance. Kevin could hear a distinct melody arising from Francis's lavish grand piano, which was situated in the living room. Fortunately, the dancers from earlier left it intact, completely devoid of stains and broken wood. Francis sat in front of it, using his specialized fingers to perform a slow sensuous sonata from Beethoven. Kevin didn't know which one, but it sure sounded beautiful.

He leaned against the piano and remarked, "It's a good thing this piano is still in one piece."

Francis stopped playing. "I'd be a fool not to move this upstairs next time."

"At least there's no dirt on it...unlike your coffee table."

Francis chuckled. "I'm free to play whatever you want. What shall it be?"

Kevin scratched the side of his neck. "I can't think of one at the moment."

Francis's little smile gave off the sign of things to come. "Maybe this'll do."

He began to play a contemporary composition, and Kevin instantly recognized it. His uncle's vintage rendition of Seal's "Kiss from a Rose" had grown to be a beloved recollection of the past and present. Every time the conductor played it on the piano, impure fantasies would overwhelm Kevin's thought process. Since his high school graduation, this instrumental became a staple in his mind, a cherished supplement for his daydreams. Tonight, the thought of Francis overtaking him in every conceivable project thrown in his imaginary adventures made a welcome return. The young man watched the pianist with eyes that had no intention of looking away.

Kevin drew a little closer, his fingers sliding toward the keys. Francis kept his gaze on his instrument, but a brief sidelong glance gave a mild indication that he expected an imminent forward motion.

Kevin whispered, "I love how it sounds."

"I'm getting better at it all the time."

Kevin placed his hand on Francis's shoulder. "Yeah, I know all about your endless talents."

When he ended his performance, the solemn look on Francis's face gave Kevin silent pause.

"Tell me, Kevin...is this something you really want?"

The young man didn't flinch. "It depends, I guess. Do you want me, too?"

Francis stood up. "You know the answer to that one already. I just want to know if this is what you really want."

His seductive glance spoke invisible volumes, motives that stirred from the open heart and dared to reject casual alternatives.

Kevin whispered, "I don't have to say anything."

He held his uncle's left hand, caressing it with delicate potency. The skin, ripe with familiarity, was warm and invigorating. The fingers felt even better as Kevin kissed them for a moment that felt like perpetual ecstasy. Once he used his tongue to taste the soft and gentle surface, he could no longer resist the temptation that maintained permanent habitation from within his psychological tendencies.

Francis slowly pulled his hand away. "Follow me."

He turned his back and made his way into the kitchen. Without hesitation, Kevin followed him into the place where the lights had been turned off. The blinds were left open, with the brilliant moonlight taking shelter in this airy abode. A perfect mixture of gray and blue light struck the walls, giving the kitchen an almost unearthly facade.

Kevin didn't want to turn the lights on. He just let Francis kiss his neck from behind. He kept his hands on the counter so the two of them could partake in a prelude to absolute affection.

Francis whispered, "This is where we express ourselves."

He grabbed Kevin by the shoulders and continued to kiss him on the neck. Kevin didn't feel nervous at all, however. Even as his uncle unzipped his jeans for him, all he could do now was linger for the impending recital that felt long overdue. Francis brought out Kevin's cock from out of his jeans. Having someone other than himself stroking it made Kevin shiver.

"You have no idea how good this feels."

Francis pulled down his nephew's jeans and boxer shorts before tossing them in the corner. "Oh, I think I do."

Kevin immediately took off his shirt and set them on the counter. He faced his uncle as the latter examined him from top to bottom. Partial moonlight came in contact with the young man's skin, a bluish gray hue appearing as an opulent addition to his bare figure.

Francis caressed Kevin's hair. "I pity the women who have broken up with you."

"It's an unfair world, isn't it?"

"Not anymore."

The two of them shared their first kiss, a long and ardent affair. Francis held him tightly in his arms as if never wanting to let him go. Kevin didn't want to stop their loving embrace. He yearned for the liberation of his primal instincts. Now it was his turn to slide Francis's pair of pants off of his legs and hurl it into the same darkened corner. It was also his turn to stroke the other man's cock while it began to harden and straighten itself, just like his own.

Francis charismatic smile never looked so sanguine. "This will feel quite electrifying."

Again, he stood behind his nephew. But this time, he rubbed his hard cock against Kevin's buttock as soon as he grabbed the young man's own penis and pulled it forward for him.

Kevin almost gasped, but he commenced with quicker breathing. Francis's warm fingers, along with the boner pressed against his buttock, offered further acceleration to stimulate his five senses. It proved to be effective. Kevin turned his head to give his uncle another long kiss. Their heavy breathing added more fuel to the ardor that dominated their mutual attraction. Gaining momentum became a guarantee at this point.

A familiar feeling arose between Kevin's thighs and hips. "Yes! Yes!"

Francis didn't stop stroking Kevin's cock with tremendous potency. The nonstop motion caused Kevin to eject the thick liquid substance from between his legs. His knees buckled from the might of his pure discharge. He didn't get to see the little puddles of cum landing on the kitchen floor due to the darkness obscuring the view of the marble tiles, but he could hear the soft splashes that came with it.

Francis let go of his nephew's cock. "Funny feeling, isn't it?"

"It's much better than that. I don't want it to stop."

Francis took off his shirt. With careful excitement, Kevin placed his hands on his uncle's chest, sensing the scrupulous warmth that originated from the skin. With the exception of the dance in the study room, he had never been this close to Francis before. He laid his head on Francis's shoulder as the two of them shared a big hearty embrace. Kevin could only chuckle at how they cuddled each other naked, their hard members rubbed together with delicate force. This sort of scenario would have only existed in his daydreams, but now it progressed into a real-life situation. He was now grateful for the fulfillment of a typical reverie.

They stood there for quite some time, until Kevin broke the silence by saying, "I want something more than this."

Francis nodded. "I think I know what you mean."

He grabbed a chair from the kitchen table and took a seat. "Let's see what you've got."

His rock-hard pleaser was now completely straight, pointing upwards. Kevin's own piece of maturity was still dripping releasing drops of cum. He could no longer handle the suspense. The two of them faced each other as Kevin bent his knees to sit on Francis's lap. Kevin felt the top of his uncle's shaft coming in contact with his special hole. Slowly, he bent down even lower. Francis's dick set its penetration in motion. Kevin grabbed it and wedged it right inside him. He gasped as soon as it reached its primary destination.

"Oh...I can't believe it."

Francis replied, "All you have to do is earn my affection."

Kevin wrapped his legs around Francis's hips and pressed his feet against the chair's legs. He sprung his body up and down, letting the dick inside him rub against the walls that surrounded it. He did it slowly at first, picking up speed as time flew by. The overwhelming sensation in Kevin's body soon surfaced. Between deep breaths, he let out a soft moan every now and then. Francis held on to his nephew's hips as Kevin quickened his pace. His increasingly energetic bouncing brought a more effective stimulation. The member that was lodged deep inside him began to work wonders. This unfamiliar feeling had taken over.

"I can't stop...it feels...SO GOOD."

His whimpering encountered a crescendo when his forward and backward motions intensified. He could hear Francis panting growing louder in a matter of seconds. The experience proved to be one that refused an abrupt conclusion.

It appeared that Francis wanted more of this physical attraction. He picked up his nephew while pushing the chair aside and lay him down on the floor.

"This'll be even better."

Francis shoved his cock deeper inside him than ever before. The ever-popular "missionary" position offered a more vibrant sensation for Kevin.

"Yes, fuck me!"

He almost lost his train of thought. Francis didn't give the impression that he was about to end their long-awaited pastime. More excessive strength culminating from his continuous propulsion transpired in their confidential delight.

Kevin had to grab hold of one of the kitchen table's legs. Lasting for many minutes, the powerful force surrounding Francis's forward thrusts overflowed with high octane. It took several more minutes for the climax to draw near.

"Oh, I feel it!"

"We're in this together. Feel it with me!"

"Oh, fuck!"

With his loudest scream echoing across the halls, Kevin approached relaxation after enduring an advanced form of his orgasm.

And it was all over. They finished their private performance, resulting in partial exhaustion. They looked at each other in silence. Francis kissed him lightly on the forehead. Kevin just smiled not only for his lover, but for himself. It finally happened. His opportunity to grow closer to his uncle had taken place at the right time.

"I don't want to move."

"I don't want to, either."

Francis rolled over to let him lay on top of him. Resting his head on Francis's shoulder, Kevin closed his eyes for a moment, not even realizing that he would soon give in to his reverie.

"I'm so exhausted."

Francis whispered, "All you have to do now is rest."

Kevin did exactly that.

When he woke up, he found himself in Uncle Francis's bedroom, lying right beside him. He felt a little confused. The last time he closed his eyes for a prolonged period of time, he lay on top of Francis on the kitchen floor. He lifted his head up to observe familiar surroundings. The digital clock on the nightstand read 10:11 AM. The blinds remained closed, so he didn't get a chance to wake himself in direct sunlight.

Francis opened his eyes and whispered, "Good morning."

Kevin asked, "How'd I get here? Did you carry me upstairs?"

"I sure did. You were so fast asleep that I didn't have any trouble bringing you here whatsoever."

"Well, I'm glad I didn't get to sleep on a hard floor all night."

Kevin got out of bed and found himself still undressed. Francis had been the same as he put aside the blanket and stood up.

Kevin cleared his throat. "I'm also glad that it didn't turn out to be a dream."

Francis kissed him on the lips. "You loved it, didn't you?"

Kevin smiled. "Of course, I did. We should have done this sooner."

"I'm beginning to concur. Come on, let's take a shower together."

But they did more than just showering. Once the descending trails of water hit their skin, the two embraced yet again. Their hugging and kissing felt even more invigorating when droplets of water slid down their bodies, the profound moisture enhancing the highest point of their endless love. The intensity reached a breaking point. Francis turned off the water and took control of his nephew yet again. The forty-five-year-old man got down on his knees and made his nephew ride his cock once more. Kevin wrapped his legs around Francis's hips and bounced up and down against the long hard member that seeped through his hole. Taking complete control, Francis grabbed hold of Kevin and thrust his cock deeper inside than before. Droplets of water flung from their skin and hair and landed on the walls. Francis kept ramming against Kevin's buttocks, while the latter couldn't stop moaning louder and louder. Just when they thought their private entertainment ended, their reinvigoration helped them repeat their performance.

"Don't stop fucking me! I don't want this to end!"

The stance of Francis's physical liveliness didn't change for awhile. He and Kevin stayed in the shower for quite some time. It took Francis at least a handful of minutes to reach his limit. Once again, he held his nephew tight to give him another inundation of his creamy ejection. Kevin wailed the loudest before relaxing himself from the pinnacle of their intercourse. Sweat merged with tap water. Both men couldn't stop panting. They kissed for several seconds as more semen infiltrated inside Kevin's body.

He whispered in his uncle's ear, "You are amazing. Don't forget that."

Francis replied, "You're right. I'm really amazing."

Once they finished showering, Kevin and Francis put on their clothes and prepared to say their goodbyes at the front door.

Kevin remarked, "We should do this again real soon."

Francis held him in his arms. "Come back if you're ever in the mood to see me again."

Kevin smiled. "I can visit you on weekends if you want."

"Do it on your own time. You do have the freedom to adjust your schedule. I'll be waiting whenever you want to come back for a weekend getaway."

"I do hope so."

Uncle and nephew both embraced and shared a passionate kiss before Kevin said goodbye. He left the house and drove off, leaving an unforgettable location behind. Prior to reaching the freeway, the young man turned on the radio to hear his favorite Pearl Jam song begin right away. He turned up the volume and sang along while tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the upbeat rhythm.

The mundane value of his everyday routines seemed to last for so long. His late night festivity with Francis finally broke the monotony. To top it off, he finally expressed his love for his uncle in the most proficient way possible. He never felt such higher spirits as he returned home from an evening of family matters.