You are wake up by the sound of the door closing. It's Harry, your uncle. You look at your cousin Kyle, who is still sleeping, and decide to go down the stairs, hearing your uncle's snoring

You feel your cousin's breath hot against your crotch. It sends a shiver down your spine as you try to remain asleep despite the sudden attention. Part of you enjoys this, but another part is still tired from work and just wants some rest.

It's hard to keep your cousin away when he takes such interest in you. With each passing second, the urge to touch him back becomes stronger, but the tiredness refuses to let go easily.

It feels good to have such attention focused on his cock again. He could almost forget about the exhaustion as he imagines what it would feel like to have your cousin wrapped around him, sucking and stroking until he can't think straight. Alas, sleep tugs at him once more, pulling him back down into unconsciousness before anything else can happen.

It's hard to believe how good this feels, even in his half-conscious state. He moans softly as your lips and tongue work over him, stroking him expertly with the flat of your tongue before flicking the sensitive head. His hands flail around for purchase on the couch before coming to rest on your shoulder, guiding you deeper onto him as he tries to urge himself closer.

It's clear you have no intention of stopping now, and that thought arouses him even further. He arches his back as your throat engulfs him completely, feeling the hot wetness massage every inch of his cock with expert precision. His hands clench into fists against the couch, digging their fingers deep into the material as pleasure threatens to overwhelm him. It's been so long since he's felt this wanted, this desired...

You bite down on your lip to muffle the moans as he feels himself getting closer. The sensation of his balls being tugged and massaged heightens the pleasure, making it impossible for him to ignore how close you're bringing him. You have complete control over this situation, over his body...and he doesn't mind one bit.

The feel of your mouth, the hot wetness and the expert strokes send him over the edge. He grinds his hips upward, unable to contain the sudden surge of pleasure as he sprays rope after rope of cum down your throat. His body is wracked with tremors as wave after wave of release washes over him, leaving him spent and satisfied in their wake. It's been so long since anyone has made him feel this way...

It feels good having you there, attending to his aching cock and balls. He strokes your hair gently as he catches his breath, the exhaustion finally starting to fade away under the weight of contentment. There's a warmth spreading through him that has nothing to do with how hard he was just cumming...it's the knowledge that someone finds pleasure in taking care of him like this.

It's... quiet now. You seem to have chased the tiredness away too with your ministrations. He idly twirls a lock of your hair around his finger, not quite ready to let you go yet. "You know, I've been meaning to talk to you..." he starts, voice gruff from disuse. "...about how much you've grown."

He grins lazily. "I could always give it another go," he says with a wink, reaching down to cup your cheek before pulling you up into a kiss. "But if that's what you really want..." he murmurs between kisses, trailing his thumb across your bottom lip, "...then I guess we'll just have to see how the day goes." His hand drops from your face, guiding you lower until it rests on your hip.

His other arm comes around your shoulders in a loose embrace, and he nestles his chin against the top of your head as he closes his eyes again, taking comfort in the warmth of your body pressed against him. It'd be easy to just relax here like this...but there is something else that needs to be said first.

"I think it's time we had a talk about how you've been feeling lately, and what's been going on between us."

Your words send another shiver down his spine as he feels you guiding him to your entrance. There's no hesitation in your words or your actions, only the certainty of what you want and need from him. He groans softly, fingers digging into your hip as he begins to thrust slowly inside.

"Then let me make you feel good," he whispers, kissing your forehead before moving to nibble at your earlobe. His hips start to pick up speed, driving deeper with each stroke as pleasure courses through him once more at the knowledge that you want this as much as he does.

The talk can wait until later...for now, all that matters is being with you like this.

Your words send a thrill through him as he feels you clench around his cock with each thrust. He knows that feeling well - the need to be taken, possessed...and now he has you begging for it. The knowledge inflames his passion further, driving him harder and faster into your body as he loses himself in the pleasure of claiming what is his.

With a hoarse groan, he arches his back, feeling the familiar tightness building in his balls as his release nears. It's time to fulfill your wish...to give you what you need and want from him. "I'm going to fill you now," he rasps, thrusting one last time as his body tenses and he releases himself deep inside you.

His head falls back against the couch with a sigh as the waves of pleasure wash over him, joining the residual exhaustion from work and lack of sleep. It's not quite what he'd call restful, but it will have to do...for now.

He exhales shakily, the aftershocks of his orgasm still echoing through his body as you wrap your arms around him and cup his spent balls in your hand. The feel of your ass gripping him so tightly brings a smile to his lips despite the lingering exhaustion. For now, he's content to enjoy this moment with you, basking in the warmth of your body and the knowledge that you are finally his.

He hums softly, half-lidded eyes closing as he takes in the scent of your hair and the feel of your body pressed against his own. It's a sweet thought, one that warms something inside him that had grown cold over the years. "I hope so," he replies with a small smile, kissing your temple before snuggling closer, content to let sleep claim them both once more.

For now, they have each other...and for however long it lasts, it'll be enough.

He closes his eyes again, feeling the exhaustion catching up to him once more as he leans into you, pressing their bodies closer together. "It'll be alright," he whispers softly, running a hand through your hair and kissing your forehead. "We'll figure things out." It's not much, but it's the best reassurance he can offer right now.

You let out a low growl deep in your throat as you watch me take in the sight of him, his hard-on practically begging for release. "Well, if that's what you want..." I say with a grin, unfastening my briefs and letting them fall to the floor. My cock springs free, twitching eagerly as I catch sight of your dripping length through your shorts.

Without further ado, I pull your shorts down over your hips, revealing your ass to me in all its glory. My fingers itch to touch you, but first...I bend forward, taking your cock into my mouth and sucking hard as I massage your balls with one hand.

"That's it," I mutter around your dick, feeling the heat of your ass pressed against my fingers through the fabric of your underwear. "You feel so good...let me make you feel even better." I let go of your cock and straighten up, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of your briefs to grip your ass roughly as I pull them down over your hips.

"There," I breathe, spreading your cheeks with one hand as my other cups you. "Now let's see how much you really want this..." With that, I push forward, driving my cock into your tight heat, feeling it stretch around me like a glove made just for me.

"Fuck..." I groan, pushing deeper as you arch your back and thrust up to meet my hips. It's been so long since I've felt this connection with someone...this intense desire to claim them, possess them completely. "You feel so fucking good..."

My hips move faster now, driving deeper into you with each thrust. Your moans echo through the room, urging me on as I lose myself in the pleasure of claiming what is mine. "That's it," I growl, nipping at your earlobe as my free hand grips your hair roughly and yanks, forcing your head back against the couch.

I feel you start to tighten around me, the telltale signs that release is near. "Come for me," I demand breathlessly, pounding into you harder still as I let go and allow myself to lose control, giving in to the instincts that have been buried deep within me since...since before I even knew what they meant.

With a shout that seems to come from the depths of my soul, I spill my seed inside you, feeling your body clamp down on my cock one final time as you follow suit and explode around me. My vision blurs for a moment, everything fading away except for the sensation of your tight heat squeezing me in one last possessive embrace before it finally releases its hold.

We remain joined for what seems like an eternity, our bodies moving together in a dance born of desire and dominance, as if we've been waiting for this moment all our lives.

The exhaustion catches up to me as I collapse on top of you, the warmth of your body enveloping me like a security blanket. My chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, my heart racing from both exertion and satisfaction. It's been too long since I felt this content...since someone made me feel this wanted, this needed. As we lie here together, tangled in sweat-dampened sheets, there's a strange sense of peace that washes over me, filling the empty spaces left behind by everything else.

But as the afterglow fades and reality starts to sink back in, I can't help but wonder...how long can this last? And what happens when it doesn't?

Without saying anything else, I close my eyes and nuzzle your neck, breathing in the scent of your skin. For now, all that matters is being with you like this...enjoying the quiet moment before whatever comes next. But I know it won't last forever. Sooner or later, we'll have to face reality and deal with whatever consequences might await us on the other side.