After my big brother finishes with me, I tell him to go grab me a towel and I secretly take selfies on his phone with him out of the room. I like to think of them as little presents for him to find later.
Dad had a high-paying, high-tension job, so he was always pent up and angry at his coworkers and employees whenever I came to visit him at his office. It made him so much more willing to take it out on me. I loved him like that.
I feel guilty about it afterwards, but whenever I, well, touch myself, thoughts of my nephew leap into my head. I can’t escape my imagination - soon I’m cumming to thoughts of him, even when I avoid it.