"Be good, okay? Make sure he eats lunch. You know how he gets."

"Relax, sis. I can handle my little nephew. He'll be no problem."

"Okay. Call me if you need anything, and--"

"Sarah! It's okay, really, just go and have fun, okay?"

Jake's sister offered her adult brother a smile of gratitude and she leaned in to give him a quick hug, before descending the steps of their porch in her fancy clothes. She was on her way to a particularly nice brunch with some friends she hadn't seen in a while, and then was going to see a matinee later on after that. Jake didn't mind watching his nephew on the one day off of the week, if only because he'd be spending it at home anyway. The 25-year-old male deer waved from the door at his sister as she hopped into the car parked right outside, her friend in the driver's seat. They pulled away rather quickly, and in response Jake slowly closed the door, turning to face the hallway with a sigh.

"Is she gone?" A boyish voice from the top of the stairs coaxed Jake into standing near the railing, and he peered up at his nephew, 10 years of age, who was hovering on the top landing.

"Yup." He answered promptly, causing the cub's eyes to widen and his muzzle to grin. He hopped down the stairs in his hooves, giggling to himself as he reached the bottom step.

"Hi, Uncle Jake." The boy acted coy, and Jake grabbed him, yanking him into a headlock. Connor squeaked and squirmed, but he was the kind of kid that liked to rough-house. As Jake wrapped Connor into a headlock, the cub thrashed and wriggled, laughing madly, before the man inevitably let him go. Connor pushed away quickly and smoothed over the little spiky bits of fur atop his head, forming a cleft of 'hair'.

"You know where your Mom is tonight?" Jake teased, and Connor puffed out his chest and nodded. "That's right. On a date."

"Wha-- A date?!" Connor's eyes widened, but Jake merely ruffled between his ears, fingers snaking around his tiny antlers.

"I'm kidding. She could never replace you, kid," His uncle beamed. "She's just out with friends."

"You're mean." Connor pouted and Jake rolled his eyes.

"You know I love you, kid." Jake murmured, and Connor paused for a moment before Jake pulled him in, yanking him into a hug. Despite his sulking, the cub leant into him and the two exchanged a brief, but tender moment. Connor eventually pulled away and glanced up at his uncle, a coy smile spreading across his face.

"So since you're babysitting, Uncle, I can do what I want, right?" Jake spoiled his nephew far more than he should, and far more than his Mom knew...staying up late, eating candy, ordering take-out, those were just some of the things...not to mention all the expensive birthday and Christmas presents.

"I guess so," Jake smirked. "Why?"

Connor smiled even wider, and Jake squinted at him, knowing he was up to something. Suddenly, the young deer ducked back, and Jake attempted to reach out for him as he retreated to the hallway, but missed.

"You wily-- Connor! Don't eat all the ice cream!" Jake cried out, watching as Connor madly thumped his hooves across the carpet and into the kitchen, where he already started rifling through the fridge-- thankfully, his mind wasn't on ice cream. By the time Jake got to the door of the kitchen, the cub had already taken a couple of string cheese from the draw.

"You know to share," Jake pointedly remarked with a firm, yet somewhat lenient pointed finger. "That's your allowance for the day, buddy."

"Awww." Connor bowed his head, crestfallen, but he didn't give up one of the cheese sticks; he ripped open the first and chowed down quickly, and the other soon followed suit. He lifted his head to swallow it down with ease and glanced over at his uncle, before leaning against the counter. Jake scanned him up and down, knowing his body language anywhere; he wanted more.

"I know that look." Jake rolled his eyes as he rounded the counter, making for the fridge. He hovered around the sink for a moment and then looked at him over his shoulder, grinning from cheek to cheek, the white spots on his muzzle dimpling and creasing with his smile.

"You do?" Of course, he did, and Connor knew that. The boy leant on the counter, his auburn ears flicking with mischief. He was a nice, dark red colour like his father, but Jake had the warmer, browner elements of Connor's Mom.

"Yeah. If you want more, you're gonna have to fight me for it." It was Jake's usual way of getting Connor to behave, and it worked like a charm every time. He knew that his nephew couldn't overpower him, despite how much he tried, and he almost always got tired out from all the effort he put into winning. Jake knew in his heart of hearts it wasn't fair...but at the same time, it made things oh so easy.

"Again?! Fine, but this time I'll win!" He insisted with a pout, and Jake had to resist the urge to snort, knowing it wouldn't be possible.

"You've got confidence. Alright," Jake turned the tap to pour some water into a glass and downed it shortly thereafter, turning to face his nephew. "To the living room then, kid."

Connor didn't need telling twice, and he turned to sprint his way into the hall and towards the living room, whereas Jake leisurely took his time, rolling his shoulders to warm himself up-- he might win consistently, but that didn't mean Connor didn't put up a good fight. He made his way out into the hall, and as he entered the living room, he saw his nephew wrestling with his shirt, trying to get it over his head where it got caught within his horns. Jake quickly came to his aid and helped to ease it off, but he was a little confused.

"Why do you want your shirt off?" Jake asked, holding it between two pinched fingers, and he inevitably tossed it to the couch.

"You remember what happened last time." To accentuate it, Connor put his hands around his own neck and blurted out a comical choking sound. Jake understood what he meant; when they wrestled before, one thing had led to another, and a loose shirt had gotten caught somewhere, causing Connor to be choked a little. It had ended their wrestle prematurely, though Jake still won.

"Right, yeah. Alright, strip; keep your undies on, though." Jake insisted, and with a nod Connor bowed to pull down his shorts, whilst Jake yanked himself out of his shirt, careful not to get it caught in his adult horns that he'd shaved down to be a little shorter. When he turned to face his nephew, his gaze darted down to the bright blue briefs, with a white trim-- he was sure he owned a pair just like that when he was Connor's age.

A quick tug was all it took to slip Jake out of his three-quarter khakis, and he lifted his hooves to step out of them, swiftly kicking it to the side so it wasn't in the way of their wrestling pit. He pushed the coffee table to the side to give them more space and then bowed his body, accentuating the hidden curvature of everything beneath his own black, patterned briefs-- a heavy, large adult package. A light squat was enough to expose the crease of flesh and fur of his inner thigh, and in other situations, it would have been a little provocative...but against his nephew, such techniques were necessary, and their relationship was purely platonic, of course.

"Alright, lil' man. You know the rules," Jake began as the two began to circle, his brown ears peeking back to streamline a potential advance. "Pin me down for a full 10 seconds, and all string cheese restrictions will be rescinded. And remember, no telling your Mom, okay?"

"All?! Ooh, I'm gonna win this time." He sounded confident, so Jake bowed himself even lower, preparing himself. There was a few tense moments of silence as the two squared each other up, before Connor took the first plunge.

Connor barrelled forward, ducking under Jake's arms to try and hook around his stomach, and he was surprisingly successful. He grabbed on tight and tried to push with all the might of his 10-year-old body, but Jake had knew better. He bowed and curled his arms around his nephew's sides, briefly aware that as he bent, Connor's head pushed up against his briefs, before with a grunt he lifted the boy up, holding him upside-down. His plan was to throw the boy to the floor, but he instead turned and tossed him onto the couch, where the young deer sailed through the air before landing on a heap against the cushions. Connor scrambled at first, giggling to himself, before he got to his hooves and launched himself from the couch, sailing through the air right back at his uncle.

Jake caught him, but stumbled, and the two were sent tumbling. Jake wrapped an arm around the cub, concerned with his safety, whilst the other tried to ease his fall, and as he landed on his ass and onto his back, he was thankful that his head didn't bounce off the carpet. His nephew triumphant pulled himself upright as Jake flopped back, the wind briefly taken out of him.

"See? I've been practising." Connor grinned boyishly, looking rather proud of himself, and with a wriggle he scooted backwards on his uncle's body, inadvertently pushing his behind up against Jake's crotch. Connor didn't seem to notice, but Jake visibly stiffened and tried to keep his expression neutral. It wasn't like he hadn't noticed his nephew's rather plump ass before-- it seemed bigger than most kids his age, and it always filled out whatever loose shorts he wore...but to have it pressed against him like that was...

There was only one way to avoid an uncomfortable situation; with a grunt, Jake lifted his legs upwards and forced Connor to bounce forward. When the deer stretched out his hands to prop himself up, Jake grabbed him around the waist and rolled, forcing their positions to change. The young deer let out a cry as he landed on his back, but he didn't get much of a chance to squirm before Jake rolled to the side, hooking an arm under his nephew's outermost leg whilst his arm curled under his neck and lifted upwards, putting him in a headlock.

"No...!" Connor cried out as he attempted to wrestle free, kicking his one free leg as the other wriggled, trying to squirm out of Jake's grip. The boy's uncle slid his hand from the back of the deer's knee and pressed his arm up into it instead, pulling him into a full hold reminiscent of wrestling moves seen on TV. There was very little Connor could do to break free, and the bending of his leg spread his loins in a way that showed off the voluptuousness of his curved behind...Jake was just glad Connor was short enough that his package didn't quite meet that behind.

"You've lost, Connor. Give it up." Jake grinned, already feeling rather triumphant, but he wasn't expecting his nephew to have learnt a technique to counter him; he snapped his young elbow back and it connected swiftly with the side of Jake's muzzle. The 25-year-old let out a yelp, jerking his head to the back, his muzzle wrinkling up as he bared his teeth from the attack. When Connor saw he wasn't going to wriggle free, he brought his hand to his face and licked sloppily along his palm. Jake knew instantly what was coming, and he was having none of it.

"Oh, nuh-uh, you're gross!" Jake relinquished his grip, and rolled away from Connor, getting onto all fours. Before he could push himself into a standing position, the heavy mass of his nephew landed firmly onto his back, hooking his limbs around him in an attempt to use his weight to lever his uncle back onto the floor. Jake was merciful; he wanted to let him win a little, if only because it made it look more fair, and he could praise him for it later. He acted as if he was struggling to rise, despite his nephew's light frame, before he collapsed onto his front on the carpet, spreading his legs out.

Connor let out a triumph whoop, raising his hands in the air before pushing them down on Jake's shoulder blades, as if his strength might keep him to the floor. He scooted and squirmed backwards, and Jake was, for a moment, aware of the proximity of his nephew's package towards his own behind. Why was he thinking about it so much? He heard Connor giggle, followed by a tired, almost relieved sigh, as the 10-year-old's bulge brushed over his uncle's ass, fabric rubbing against fabric. A tingle blossomed in Jake's loins, growing as the last of his nephew's package cleared the curvature of his rump and hovered somewhere around his behind.

With what Connor probably perceived as an explosive display of force, Jake pushed his body upwards and sent his nephew tumbling onto the floor, where he rolled and flopped onto his back. He instantly rolled to his front and tried to scrabble, but Jake jumped on top of him, trying to get the upper hand. The main reason for it was obvious; fun as this was, it was getting a little weird...and he also wanted to avoid making his growing loins obvious. Unfortunately, pinning the cub down to the floor didn't help much; though Connor couldn't see much of Jake without really trying to strain his body, he most certainly could feel it...as could Jake.

"Got...you." Jake paused, a shaky sigh escaping him as he glanced down. The tenting in his underwear, even at this stage, was unfortunately obvious, and his member pushed and pressed against the confines of his briefs and pressed firmly against the rounded bubble-butt of his nephew's ass, as if the two fit together. Just a light rub, albeit unintentional as Jake tried to adjust his grip on the cub's pinned wrists, had his member surging to life, growing far behind just a tiny chub. It swelled to a steady and lengthy half-mast, his member larger than most men, and it pushed against the front of his briefs in a horizontal manner, pushing with enough force as to each the 10-year-old's rounded cheeks. Jake adjusted, tucking his legs inwards to ping down Connor's wriggling legs with his own, and he bit down hard on his muzzle to repress the moan that threatened to escape it as his member dragged upwards enough to push against the waistband of his shorts, giving him a glimpse of his cost-to-full-mast cock, brown in colour.

"C'mon, not fair! You can't just pin me like this!" Connor complained, craning his head to look, and he frowned at his uncle's expression. "What's the matter?"

"Huh? Nothing." Jake was quick to respond, making his nephew frown, and with a defeated sigh Jake leant forwards, pressing the mass of his turgid cock further against his nephew's behind.

"Don't tell you Mom, okay? You promised." Jake muttered under his breath, and he heard Connor's confused reply, somewhere in the back of his mind, but it was fogged over by a feeling of pleasure, of aching desire. He pushed down against the cub's ass and relished the spikes of bliss that shot up his spine from being able to satisfy the urges of his throbbing cock, and to his surprise, his nephew pushed back against him, pressing against the firmness of his hard-on. Jake didn't question it; he simply took what he could.

A sigh ripped through him, followed by a growing lust to rip off his nephew's briefs to taste what laid beneath, but he resisted the urge; he might be being self-indulgent, but he didn't want to do something to make his nephew uncomfortable...and everything about Connor's body language, from his pushing, grinding ass to his strange quietness, told him he wanted this to- at least, that's what he thought at first.

"Is that your, um...your thing?" Connor tentatively asked, making his uncle stiffen.

"...Yeah." Jake rubbed his crotch against him again to accentuate it, stifling the moan in his throat before it bore fruit. The fabric where his tip pressed harshly against the briefs was already growing damp with pre-cum-- Jake hadn't gotten laid in a while.

When Connor didn't reply, Jake tentatively leant up, and the 10-year-old seized the opportunity to wriggle around, rolling onto his back. He came face to face with Jake's obvious arousal, and gawked at the sheer sight of his large cock; he couldn't even fathom the size of it, and Jake wasn't about to throw numbers around to impress his nephew. If anything, their attention was less on how big it was, and how firmly the cock pressed down against the cub's own little package, which Jake was sure felt kind of stiff too. He rubbed up against his nephew's crotch, and his eyes widened as Connor quietly huffed, his gaze darting down.

"You like that?" Jake murmured, dropping his voice lower as he rolled his hips back and pushed, thrusting against the cub's crotch, his member throbbing madly with lust. The young deer sucked in a breath and his ears folded back as his young body squirmed. He didn't want to say it out loud, but he nodded. Just his approval changed things; it was now entirely consensual, even if the boy was too young.

Slowly, Jake began to roll against the boy, beginning in on a series of gentle and careful thrusts as he pumped his hips and lowered his body to bring him closer to his nephew's boyish frame. Connor reached up his hands to place them against his uncle's chest, but he didn't push him back, and instead raised them to his shoulders to hold onto him. The cub closed his eyes, too embarrassed to meet his uncle's gaze, and he let out quiet, high-pitched hums of approval as his uncle's larger cock rubbed against his own. Occasionally, Jake's cock awkwardly slipped to the side and humped against his nephew's inner thigh, but a nudge back was enough to direct him back on top of the boy's package, and the more he felt the 10-year-old out down there, the more he was sure the cub was hard-- he didn't even know Connor was nearing his pubescence.

Jake groaned under his breath as his pleasure grew, huffing and thrusting with a little more firmness, at a slightly quicker pace, and the air between them began heated. He nudged against his nephew with reckless abandon, letting his lust and desire take the wheel, and in response Connor simply laid there and took it, his chest quietly heaving from what the older deer assumed was a particularly new and exciting sensation. Jake wasn't even pinning the boy down anymore, at least not by his front end, but his legs still rested atop Connor's own...but it was clear the boy had stopped squirming. The 10-year-old suddenly arched his back and shuddered beneath him, his face scrunching up, and Jake knew it must be an overwhelming yet exciting feeling.

"Turn around." Jake huskily asked as he leant back up from the boy, and Connor hesitated for a moment, a little concerned with what the man was asking, but he eventually obliged. Jake lifted his legs from the cub's own and the boy rolled, getting onto his front, before the 25-year-old lowered his legs back down again. He leant up for a moment so that he could trail his hands down and cup fistfuls of his nephew's thick ass, and he delighted in the way it fit so easily into his palms, curving perfectly around his gripping fingers. Each one was enough to fill a hand, as perky and thick as any adult, and despite his better judgement he reached to the sides, hooking his thumbs into the leg holes of the blue briefs around the sides. He pulled them down carefully, bunching the fabric in the crease between his thumb and finger, and with an easy tug he had the back of the undies coming down, enough to reveal the dark red fur of his nephew's ass, with lighter, whiter tones along the insides of each cheek.

Jake had no intention of actually sticking his dick into his nephew; he was just too big and the boy was not ready for it, but he couldn't resist the temptation to get a good look at that bare ass for himself. He loosened his grip on the undies and the waistband to cup underneath the boy's ample asscheeks, the other side no doubt snagged on the cub's little cock, and with one hand Jake pushed his member down, pressing it between those cheeks. The underside of his cock, hidden amongst his underwear still, was perfectly cradled by those young cheeks, and his stomach twisted with need as Connor deliberately wriggled his ass left and right, showing himself off and stimulating the man at the same time. His hands slipped up to cradle each delightful cheek and he squeezed them with his hands, his grip lingering as he felt up his nephew, and Connor let out a grunt as Jake snuck his thumbs inwards to spread the 10-year-old's cheeks, knowing all too well what lay beneath, even if Jake's own cock obscured the sight from him. He groaned as his fingers dug against flesh to feel out the malleable rump, and with a roll of his hips he slid backwards, the tenting tip of his cock smearing its dampness between Connor's cheeks. He pushed, and the tip of his cock snagged easily against the crack, pushing down until the pre-soaked tip of his cock through his damp underwear pressed directly onto the boy's virgin hole. He felt Connor shudder and knew, in his heart of hearts, that he'd one day get to see that entrance wrapped around him...but for now, all he did was relish how much his own nephew was into this, just as much as he was. A tug of his hips brought his cock back to position, and his hands snaked down to the carpet as he lined himself up.

Jake started in on a rhythm again, but he was quicker and rougher than the first time, his humping hips quick and reckless as he rubbed the underside of his cock against his nephew's cheeks. His short tail wiggled with the delightful sensations as his balls twitched and pressed up against his body with the surfing throbs of his adult cock, each push of his hips causing blood to rush to his member and make it stand completely on end. His hands moved to prop himself up as his nephew hummed beneath him, each powerful thrust making the cub rock forward on his laid position, inadvertently rubbing his crotch on the carpet.

The adult deer started to grunt, huffing under his breath as each hump of his hips brought him closer to release; he was so pent-up, so desperate to cum, that just the handful of moments he humped against his nephew's wonderful ass was more than enough to get him there, and from the tip of his cock, pre-cum readily oozed like a leaky faucet, making the damp spot on his briefs grow. Beneath him, Connor grunted and gasped, his cheeks clenching around his uncle's pumping meat-- he only had a small inkling of what this was, and had only touched himself a couple of times.

"Oooh, oh..." Jake closed his eyes and let himself sink into the sensations, to the pleasure. His thrusts became irregular as he thrust, his hips raking back before he thrust hard, his muscles growing tight. Within him, he knew something was coming; a tension brewed, growing more and more tight, and with a sudden shudder he passed what he knew to be the point of no return. He gritted his teeth, his ears perking upwards before folding back, and his breath huffed harshly through his nose and mouth. His groans of passion were met with his nephew's own panting gasps, done mostly in response to his uncle's sounds.

He didn't even get a chance to warn his nephew, his only attempt to try and say what was going to happen eclipsed by a moan of pure, unbridled bliss. From the tip of his cock, pressed to his briefs, came a heavy spurt that immediately darkened the already dull colours of the fabric, soaking the front of his underwear with his sudden seed. A second spurt broke the barrier of the fabric and seeped through, the off-white glob of his cum trickling down to stain the briefs even more. It pooled in the inside of his underwear as every other orgasmic twitch elicited a stream-like ooze that created a river down his cock, the gooey substance swilling around his balls before trickling out the leg holes, seeping down his inner thighs. His briefs simply weren't sturdy enough to hold back the torrent of nut that shot from the deer's cock, and several powerful spurts pushed forth through the fabric, managing to maintain their strength enough to shoot in messy arcs that landed across his nephew's back, causing Connor to gasp in surprise.

Jake had no words; he merely continued pushing, letting out half-moans, and half-sighs as he rode out the last of his orgasm, his muscles begging for rest, and the ebb and flow of his pleasure began to fade. With a tired hum, he slid his hands forward and pressed himself against his nephew's body, relishing the warmth and heat of the aftermath of his orgasm. He shifted after a few moments to bring his knees forward, lifting his crotch from Connor's young ass, and the sticky, slick sounds that followed made it clear he made a mess.

"That felt funny..." Connor mumbled.

"I'm sorry." Jake felt like he'd overstepped. In the back of his mind, there was the panic of what might happen if Connor told his Mom, Jake's sister, what had happened. He eased himself back and watched as the boy rolled slightly, moving onto his side-- he wasn't even bothered by the mess.

"Mmh...it's okay." Connor glanced up and down Jake's body for a moment, his gaze lidded in what seemed less like confusion and more like tiredness.

"Is it?" Jake shifted to rest back on his heels, his cock dragging along Connor's thigh, and the boy wriggled beneath the wetness of it, his cheeks jiggling.

"Yeah. It was weird...but it felt really good," Connor reached down and Jake stared intensely at the sight of the cub panting and groping his little bulging briefs, which looked damp all on their own. "My thing feels tingly. My mom won't talk to me about it..."

"You haven't been taught about all this yet at school?" Jake probed, and Connor shook his head, reached up to the tip of Jake's cock through his underwear, a finger dragging across the gooey white substance, where the 10-year-old watched it hang from his digit in a sticky string.

"Well...since we're going to keep this between us anyway, right?" He looked pointedly at the younger deer, who fervently nodded. "I can teach you a thing or two. Just as boys."

"Really?" Despite what they'd just done, the cub looked delighted, his eyes brightening.

"Yeah. But first...let's get you cleaned up." Jake suggested as he got to his feet, his limping cock slowly shrinking. Connor sat there for a moment before he pulled his underwear up and clambered to his feet.

"So do I get that string cheese?" Connor asked sheepishly, and his uncle scoffed.

"No. You totally lost that one."

"Oh, come on!"