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Neanderthal Nephews
by Kip Hawk (kiphawk@hotmail.com)

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40,000 years ago, a Neanderthal man must become a 
father to his deceased brother's young sons by 
inseminating them. (Mb, ped, inc, 1st, oral, anal, 
hist)

***

The Iberian peninsula, c. 40,000 years before the 
present.

The shaman started to chant as Osra and her two young 
sons began to throw dirt on the man's muscular but 
motionless body. The clan had gathered to send Kylbas 
off on his final journey, the one that would bring his 
re-unification with the Master Spirit. Except for a 
garland of red flowers that Osra had placed around his 
neck, the man was naked, and his knees were tucked into 
a fetal position under his chin. He was already in 
gestation for his imminent re-birth in the afterlife, 
and beside him in this earthen tomb/womb were the 
antlers of the antelope who had sent him there, along 
with the spear that had slain the beast.

Kylbas had been one of the clan's best hunters, and the 
previous week he had been chasing the antelope with his 
brother Darbas and several other men. Kylbas speared a 
buck, which collapsed and lay still on the ground. It 
was not yet dead when Kylbas went over to inspect his 
quarry, however, and the animal suddenly jerked his 
head and gored him in his lower abdomen. The cut was 
not particularly serious and there was initially hope 
for a full recovery, but a few days later sickness set 
in and Kylbas developed a fever, then fell into a deep 
sleep from which he never awoke. He was twenty-eight 
years old.

The shaman's incantations grew louder, and other 
members of Kylbas's extended family joined in the 
burial effort, using their hands to fill the shallow 
hole with dirt. Once their task was completed, the 
shaman stepped on to the freshly covered grave and 
performed a highly stylized dance that was designed to 
summon the Master Spirit for the collection of Kylbas 
into the eternal realm.

The funeral rites having concluded, there was now the 
matter of the living to attend to. Kylbas had left 
behind a widow and two boys: Tareq, age fourteen, and 
his brother Amar, ten. A woman could not live on her 
own without a man, and nor could children whose magic 
areas had not yet been fully covered by hair. It was 
true that Tareq had some hair above his penis, but he 
was not yet a man and had not yet passed the Trial of 
the Soul that all boys must face before they can enter 
manhood. At ten, Amar's crotch was as smooth as it was 
the day he was born. Osra needed a husband, and the 
boys a father, and under tribal law it fell to Darbas 
to carry on his deceased brother's familial functions.

Little was needed for Darbas to step into the spousal 
role of his deceased brother; a simple blessing by the 
shaman would suffice. The boys, however, had been 
spawned by Kylbas's seed, and before they could be 
recast as Darbas's sons they must first be re-
fertilized with his own sperm. They must receive their 
uncle's fluid in their assholes, and this must happen 
before the moon rose that evening and the sun that saw 
Kylbas's departure itself suffered its own recurring 
daily demise. The shaman, who at thirty-eight was one 
of the oldest men in the clan, was a necessary part of 
the ceremony, as only he could ensure that Darbas's 
semen had the intended transformative effect on the 
fatherless boys.

Darbas walked to the cave with his sister-in-law, the 
two boys, and the shaman, who was himself accompanied 
by a young apprentice. No one was sure exactly how old 
the apprentice was; he had been kidnapped from a rival 
tribe when he was still a small child after the shaman 
had a dream in which he learned the location of his 
successor. Although his precise age was uncertain, the 
apprentice was clearly in the midst of puberty, his 
progress through which was being closely monitored by 
the shaman, who was always too willing to keep a close 
eye on a handsome young boy.

Inside the cave a bear skin had been lain on the ground 
and torches had been spiked around it to provide some 
light. The shaman joined Darbas's hand with Osra's and 
uttered a few words which made them into husband and 
wife. Having dispensed with the nuptial prerequisites, 
he directed his attention to the more interesting 
matter of making Tareq and Amar into Darbas's sons. The 
shaman gestured to his apprentice, who handed him a 
wooden cup. 

The tribe's spiritual leader held the rough chalice up 
towards the sky and said a prayer, then passed it to 
Darbas and told him to drink from it. The man obeyed 
and took a large sip, not knowing the contents but 
having complete faith in the shaman. The recipe for the 
potion inside was a secret known only by the shaman and 
his young student; to a honey base had been added a 
generous amount of semen from a stallion and some 
special herbs which lifted the clouds of confusion and 
revealed the truth of existence to those who were 
prepared to learn it.

As the first born of the boys, Tareq would be the first 
to be re-formed by Darbas's sperm. The shaman 
instructed Darbas to pass the cup to his older nephew, 
and the man complied. Tareq took a sip and his head 
immediately started to swoon. The shaman told the boy 
to remove his skins, and the boy hastened to remove the 
rough garment that was wrapped around his waist and 
shoulders. When the clothing dropped to the floor, it 
was clear to all present that Tareq was excited by the 
experience. His four-inch cock (to use a unit of 
measure which future hominids would develop several 
millennia later) was hard and pointed straight out. 

Tareq's mother gasped, his younger brother giggled, and 
his uncle smiled. The shaman told the boy to present 
himself on all fours on the bear skin like a woman, and 
the boy eagerly did so. Darbas began to remove his own 
clothes, and a collective “ahh” resounded throughout 
the cave when the man's fully erect penis came into 
view. At five and a half feet, Darbas was a little 
larger than your average member of the tribe, but his 
penis was exceptionally huge. It was easily eight 
inches long and very thick. Osra smiled, as she knew 
that as the man's new wife she would get to enjoy this 
impressive man-flesh after it had re-sired her sons.

The shaman stood over Tareq and chanted a prayer, then 
ran his hands over the boy's ass. This was not, 
strictly speaking, a necessary part of the procedure, 
but no one else knew that, and the shaman was never one 
to pass up an opportunity to feel a boy's ass. The 
kid's rump was lightly covered with fuzz, which the 
shaman found delightful. Giving the boy's butt a strong 
smack, he summoned Darbas to come forward and enter the 
boy he wished to make his son.

Darbas was only to happy to take on this task. He 
walked up to the boy and kneeled down behind the ass 
that was presented for his taking. He placed his hands 
on the boy's firm ass cheeks and spread them apart to 
reveal the pinkish brown hole inside, then he lowered 
his head to take a whiff of the boy's cunt. 

The musky odor seemed to combine with the bitter-sweet 
taste of the shaman's potion, causing his head to swirl 
and his penis to throb with an angry urgency he had 
never experienced before. He let out a bestial grunt 
and scrambled into position to fuck the kid. He brought 
the purplish head of his insistent cock up to the boy's 
hole and pressed forward, sinking his massive rod into 
the boy's hot bowels in one powerful thrust.

Tareq cried out as he felt his uncle's penis slide into 
him. It was exquisitely painful, but almost immediately 
the pain subsided. His own head was swimming from the 
shaman's strange elixir, and he felt a desperate need 
to be speared by the man's thick meat.

Darbas ran his rough hands all over the boy's back 
while he luxuriated in the feel of his initial 
penetration. After a few minutes of this bliss he 
grabbed the boy's hips and began to withdraw his prick 
until just the head was inside, then he slammed back 
inside the adolescent's heavenly tunnel.

This second thrust sent a wave of pleasure washing over 
the conquered boy. Tareq found the penis in his ass to 
be thrilling beyond belief, and he gave himself over to 
the fuck, grinding his butt back in an attempt to 
swallow up more of the massive meat. Darbas was pleased 
by this and ran his hands through the boy's moppy hair 
to show his affection. He had always loved his oldest 
nephew, but had no idea his ass could make him feel so 
good. Yeah he had fucked some boys before, but no boy – 
and certainly no girl – had ever given his penis such 
an intense delight. He withdrew his cock again, then 
plunged back in, then repeated the process again and 
again and again, his heavy scrotum swaying back and 
forth in rhythm with his fucking.

Throughout this entire time the shaman was singing and 
dancing around them, and had whipped himself up into a 
rapture that was contagious. Darbas continued to fuck 
his nephew but felt like his thrusts were moved from 
another world. His pelvis seemed to be moving 
automatically, beyond his control. He wanted this 
feeling to go on forever, but he soon felt a tingling 
sensation in his nuts and knew his sperm would soon be 
erupting. He looked down at the beautiful site of his 
big dick sliding in and out of Tareq's shapely ass, and 
felt his balls boil over. 

Letting out an ecstatic yell, Darbas's semen ejaculated 
out of his penis and into Tareq's ass. As the first 
shot of jizz landed inside the boy, he ceased to be 
Darbas's nephew and became his son, re-conceived and 
simultaneously re-born as the man's own. Sensing the 
molten liquid squirting inside of him, Tareq ejaculated 
without ever having touched his own prick, shooting boy 
cum all over the bear skin rug, which Kylbas, who would 
henceforth be known as the boy's Honored Birth-Father, 
had brought home from a hunting trip two years earlier.

After their orgasms subsided, Tareq thanked his new 
father for the fuck, and Darbas reluctantly withdrew 
from his son's gifted ass. He had another boy to make 
his own, and was excited to see that Amar had already 
undressed and was waiting to join his brother as one of 
Darbas's brood.

The shaman knew that as Darbas had just shot his load, 
he would need some coaxing to be able to take on his 
younger nephew right away. He handed him the wooden cup 
for another shot of the mysterious brew, and, after 
allowing a few moments for it to take effect, told the 
naked Amar to take care of his uncle, who was now 
sitting on the bear skin rug. The boy walked slowly 
towards Darbas, permitting him to take in the beautiful 
sight of his small, hairless little body. 

Amar knelt down before his uncle, and much to the man's 
surprise, the boy licked his lips and asked to take his 
penis in his mouth. The sheer obscenity of such a 
question from such a young boy instantly caused 
Darbas's prick to stiffen once again, and he opened his 
legs to allow his little nephew access. The boy leaned 
in and started to lick his cock-head, and Darbas oohed 
with delight. Amar then teasingly nibbled at the tender 
skin that overhang his penis, then opened his mouth 
wide and swallowed his uncle's meat. Darbas could not 
believe that such a young kid could be such a talented 
fellator. He wondered if the boy had done this before, 
and shot a quizzical look at the shaman, who appeared 
to be lost in another dimension.

After several minutes of expert cock-sucking, the 
shaman announced that it was time for Amar to be anally 
penetrated. Knowing that Darbas was likely tired after 
fucking Tareq, he told the man to lie down and let the 
boy take care of the work. Amar straddled his uncle and 
sat down on the man's massive club. He hesitated when 
he felt the penis make contact with his asshole, but 
the shaman came over and pushed down on his narrow 
shoulders, forcing the meat past the stubbornly 
resistant sphincter. 

Amar had had so many sips of the shaman's potion while 
he watched his uncle fuck his brother that he barely 
felt any pain, even though Darbas's penis was very long 
and thick and his asshole very narrow and 
inexperienced. He sank all the way down on the prick 
until he was sitting on his uncle's lap and felt the 
man's pubes tickle his butt cheeks. He then rose up 
just as the shaman had told him until only the tip was 
still lodged in his fanny, then collapsed back down on 
it. He felt a wave of compulsion spread over him and he 
started bouncing up and down on the cock with a speed 
that amazed all of the witnesses to the ritual.

Darbas had never felt anything so tight as his nephew's 
ten-year-old ass. He cupped the boy's smooth little ass 
cheeks as the kid rode him, easily taking each one in 
the palm of a hand. He started to thrust his hips 
upwards into the kid's bouncing ass and focused his 
eyes on the beautiful sight of the boy's hairless 
little prick dancing before him. It was only two inches 
long but was as hard as a rock, so it was obvious the 
kid was really enjoying getting buggered by his uncle. 
It seemed as though the man's massive cock was hitting 
a magical spot inside his ass, and after a few minutes 
Amar started to feel that funny feeling he sometimes 
got when he rubbed himself at night. 

He began to convulse violently as he experienced a dry 
orgasm, which caused his sphincter to squeeze Darbas's 
cock extra hard. This extra tightness was enough to 
send the already randy man over the edge, and he 
himself began to orgasm inside Amar's tight pre-
pubescent ass. Unlike the boy's orgasm, however, 
Darbas's involved a thick creamy wad of sperm, which 
instantly made Amar into Darbas's son when it shot into 
the kid's little ass. Darbas was incredibly happy, and 
he grabbed his new son's head and brought it to his own 
so that he could kiss the boy to thank him. He forcibly 
stuck his tongue into the kid's surprised mouth, but 
Amar seemed to know instinctively what to do as he 
massaged his father's tongue with his own while he 
stroked the man's hairy chest with his tiny twig-like 
fingers.

Tareq and Amar were now Darbas's sons, and there would 
be no further need to sodomize them. However, there was 
also no rule preventing it. And as the boys' father 
Darbas would have absolute control over their bodies, 
and could continue to fuck them as long as he wanted. 
Darbas enjoyed both of his sons' asses for the next 
several years, until eventually the clan met disaster 
one spring when a tribe of taller and less hairy men 
moved into the area. 

The women and small children were kidnapped and 
integrated into the conqueror's community, but all the 
men and older children, including Darbas and his two 
sons, were slaughtered and unceremoniously dumped into 
a mass grave. Their passing was commemorated by neither 
a red garland nor a shaman's dance, and their souls 
went uncollected by the Master Spirit. Instead, they 
restlessly roam the hills of northern Spain, looking 
unsuccessfully for a way to the other side. 

END

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