Date: Sun, 3 May 2015 11:20:53 +0000
From: Duane Colwell <gladiatorkid@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mommy and Daddy and Me, Chapter 3

This is a story about incest and domination between siblings and their
parents, so if this is not your thing don't read it.  If you're not of
legal age you shouldn't be here anyway, so go somewhere else.  Please keep
in mind that this is fantasy.  There is no intent whatsoever by the author
to present this story as any sort of reality.  (Duane/aka: Gladiatorkid)



Mommy and Daddy and Me

Chapter Three

So, under Uncle Rick's tutelage, I was openly gay even before I was
fourteen, and since I was gorgeous; yeah, I was; I was gorgeous.  Since I
was young and gorgeous and a real hunk, I found it easy to get regular sex.
Of course I had Tommy who would do anything for me, and Hank, who worked
out with me every afternoon.

They were my regulars, but I also found out where the best trolling place
was in the park, and checked it out regularly.  Even though I was a hunk,
with the physique of a teenage Mr. America, I couldn't get into the only
gay bar in town because of my baby face.  Even fake ID's didn't work
because they said I looked like I was ten years old.  So I hung around
across the street from the bar once in a while.  Anyway, I could get my
cock sucked just about any time I wanted.

You don't have to wonder why I could get pretty much anybody I wanted,
because when has anybody seen a baby faced kid that looks to be ten or
twelve years old but has the body of a Hercules?

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So, here I was at fifteen.  If I was a hunk before, you can only imagine
what I look like now.  My muscles are huge.  I'm only 5'11" but I weigh in
at 211 pounds.  And all of those pounds are muscle.  Can you imagine a kid
my age with almost 17" biceps, 48 inch chest, and 31 inch waist?  I was
simply amazing.  So that's me.

Now, my dad is a wimp.  And so is my brother, Jeremy.  My mom and dad were
only fifteen when he knocked her up and had Jeremy, and nine months later
she popped me out.  So, they are only in their early thirty's, barely
sixteen years older than me.

Even at only thirty-two my dad has let himself go to pot.  He's only about
5'8" and he was skinny to begin with, but now he's developing a pot belly,
and in another ten years he's going to be a slob.  My mom was holding up a
little better, but with those hips of hers, she probably weighs almost as
much as he does.

Jeremy was their first born, and always got the attention from my folks.  I
was obviously an afterthought and a mistake so they barely noticed that I
was around.  That's why I hit it off so well with Uncle Rick. I mean, they
didn't give a shit about me so I didn't give a shit about them.

But I did notice one thing about my Daddy.  It took a long time for me to
catch on, but I noticed early on, after my muscles started to show, that my
Daddy seemed to be somewhat intimidated.  He showed zero interest in my
workouts; never talking about it or even mentioning it.  He never once
watched my workouts and if I'd mention something about it, he'd change the
subject.  He refused to get my extra equipment when I needed it, so Uncle
Rick got it for me, or I had to buy the stuff myself out of my measly
allowance.  Basically he and Mommy just ignored me and we didn't talk.

He wasn't overt or anything about being cowed or overawed by me, but Daddy
just seemed to be more hesitant about telling me what to do than he was
with Jeremy.  Of course I was taller than him and by the time I was fifteen
I outweighed him my forty or fifty pounds.  I was a real hunk.

Not that he'd ever talked to me anyway, but I now noticed when he did talk,
he wouldn't look me in the eye.  Never.  And he wouldn't look at my body
either.  He'd kind of look off to the side or up over my head when he was
talking to me.  It slowly became obvious to me that he had some kind of
problem with me and my muscles.  If I dared to come up from the basement
without a shirt he'd raise holy hell and insist that I put one on, even if
I was drenched with sweat from my workout.  I was absolutely not allowed to
be in the house without a shirt; I couldn't even wear a tank top.

I admit I wasn't easy to deal with and I could be damn right stubborn
sometimes.  Along with my strength and my muscles I was on an ego trip that
put a chip on my shoulder so I thought that I didn't have to put up with
shit from anybody.  So I didn't take orders well, and my dad would
sometimes just give up and let it go.  He'd tell me to do something, and
I'd make Jeremy do it, and he'd just look the other way.

It took a year or so for me to know for sure that he was intimidated and
hesitant around me, and being young and conceited and stubborn as I was, I
just decided to completely ignore him.

He seldom said anything to me anyway except to tell me what to do, so I
started pretending he wasn't there.  He'd get red in the face sometimes but
I'd just walk away.  And after a while he started to let me get away with
it.  He found it easier if he didn't have to deal with me at all.

In some ways it probably was a good idea that he let me get away with it,
because sometimes I really wanted to smack him.  I didn't love him; hell, I
didn't even like him and I was actually beginning to hate him.  It was best
that I'd walk away and not confront him, and perhaps end up slugging him.

Then there's Jeremy.  He's a taller, skinnier version of my dad; about six
feet tall but a wimp, just like Dad.  He was not even a year older than me,
and long before I ever started working out, when I was only ten, I kicked
his ass for the first time.  Of course I was naturally aggressive and he
was pathetically wimpish so it's no surprise that I took him.  By the time
I started putting on a little muscle, I'd play with him; slapping him
around and getting him in wrestling holds and stuff, sometimes with one
hand behind my back.  Yeah, he was that easy, and it was fun humiliating
him.

But once I built some muscle and got tired of the game of degrading him, I
worked him over enough until he understood that he was going to be my
lackey, my gofer.  So I assigned him a number of duties, like keeping both
of our bedrooms and our shared bathroom clean, and lots of other stuff.

It didn't take too long before he realized that I meant business and he had
to follow my instructions exactly.  A couple times he didn't promptly pick
up my dirty clothes from our bathroom floor, so I kicked his butt and
jammed his head in the toilet.  He soon discovered that he definitely
didn't want to piss me off.  So dad would tell me to mow the lawn or
something, and I'd give Jeremy a smile and a nod and he'd be off like a
shot to take care of it without me saying a word.

Dad should have called me on things like that but he never did, and that
was part of his undoing.

So, anyway, I was still only fifteen the first time I fucked Jeremy.  I had
gone out to the local park to the best cruising area in town late Friday
night, but ended up with nothing.  This doesn't happen to me very often so
I was really pissed and horny.  Not that there wasn't anybody there; there
just wasn't anybody that I'd let suck on my dick.

You may think a blowjob is a blowjob, but no way do I want to look down and
see some bald headed geezer with his mouth latched onto my prick.  Hey, I
was gorgeous and no way was I going to settle for anything less than prime
beef.

So I got home about 1:00 AM and was so horny I couldn't stand it, and worst
of all, I knew Tommy had gone away for the weekend with his parents so I
couldn't call him.  But I was damned if I was going to jerk off.  I just
threw myself on the bed, but my hand automatically went to my crotch, which
was l almost throbbing.  I couldn't help it I was so hot.  And the truth
is, I get crazy when I get hot, and I desperately needed release.

That's when I thought of Jeremy, in the bedroom next door.  He wasn't
really my type because I don't much care for the tall, skinny, wimpy guys,
but he still had a hole that would probably accommodate my prick.  As I lay
there trying not to fondle my hard-on, Jeremy seemed more and more of a
possibility.  It's not as if I hadn't thought of him lots of times before,
for God's sake he's right in the next room and couldn't be handier, but as
long as he behaved himself and took care of my stuff I generally just
ignored him.  For some reason I just hadn't seriously considered using him
to get my rocks off.

Over the years I'd pounded Jeremy enough that he knew what I expected of
him, and followed my orders.  But just like most everybody does at some
time or another, he'd been getting lax again, and it had been months since
I'd given him a refresher course in obedience.  Just yesterday he left my
dirty clothes on the bathroom floor, and they were still there this
morning.  And that wasn't the first time.  A couple times recently I'd come
home in the afternoon to find that some of my stuff was still strewn around
my bedroom.  I didn't allow Mommy in my room so these were things that
Jeremy had to take care of.  Obviously it was time for me to remind him
what obedience meant.  And right now, when I desperately needed a hole to
stick my dick into; this might be the right time to remind him and to get
my rocks off as well.

I grabbed a tube of fucking cream and a piece of rope that I used to use
with Uncle Rick and went through the bathroom and into his bedroom.  Jeremy
always wore pj's but I always slept nude.  But, hell, if I was as skinny as
he was, I'd hid it too.  I grabbed his blanket and jerked it off of him
onto the floor.  He didn't move for a couple seconds and then slowly opened
his eyes.  I just stood there in my jockey's with my hard-on sticking out,
smiling down at him as he started to wake up.

"Ahhh... Jar?  Jared?" he mumbled.  I didn't say anything, but kept a big
smile on my face as I took hold of my underwear and very slowly pulled them
down and off, allowing my super hard dick to pop out in his face.  His eyes
got big as he saw my big schlong bobbing up and down just inches away.
Grabbing his hair and pulling him up off of the pillow, I took my shorts
and stuffed a good portion of them into his mouth.  Then I rolled him over
on his belly and lay down on top of him with my hard prick fitting
comfortably into his ass crack.

"You been fuckin up lately, Jeremy" I whispered into his ear.  "You know I
don't like that."  I nipped his ear with my teeth.  "It seems like you
don't care what I think anymore, Jeremy.  Maybe it's about time that I
remind you of your place."

"Mmmggg.  Mmmggg" he mumbled as he reached to pull my shorts out of his
mouth.  I grabbed his wrists and pulled his arms above his head and held
them there with one hand.  He was now totally awake with a look of terror
on his face.

"I don't like having to remind you of your job, Jeremy.  It really pisses
me off to have to tell you to do something that you already know you have
to do."  I was speaking very calmly, just murmuring into his ear.  "Did you
pick up my dirty clothes last night?  Did you put a fresh towel out for my
shower?  Did you clean up my room every day last week?  And you haven't
cleaned the dirt off of my bike for ages.  You're really fucking up,
Jeremy, and it's not a good idea to make me angry."

He kept trying to say something to me, probably trying to say he's sorry,
and he had tears streaming down his cheeks.  My smile turned to a big grin
and I felt a surge shoot through my prick.  He was terrified and it was
really turning me on.

"I've been patient, Jeremy, but my patience has run out.  You had your
chance, but you screwed it up, so now I'm going to remind you of what I
expect from you."

Now the tears were really dripping, and he kept trying to talk.  "Mmgghh,
mmgghh, mmgghh."  Very slowly I started sliding my prick up and down his
crack.

Still grinning as I humped his ass, I nipped his ear again.  "And right now
I want your ass."  He started jerking violently, trying to get away, and I
was struggling to hold him, but I also had to chuckle, because we both knew
he couldn't possibly get away from me.  I'm an award winning wrestler and I
always enjoyed this, having guys squirming under me trying to get away
while I laughed and controlled them with barely any effort at all.

Picking up the rope from where I'd put it on the side table, I got up on my
knees and sat on his back.  As I started to tie his wrists, he jerked them
away, and tried again to get away.  I jerked on his hair and twisted his
ear, and then pulled his hands above his head again.

"Keep your hands together for me, Jeremy" I said as I bent down and
whispered in his ear.  I gave his ear a lick.  "I'm going to tie you up."

He was now crying; whimpering through the underwear in his mouth.  I pulled
his hands back above his head again.  "Don't make me hurt you, Jeremy" I
whispered and I admit I actually chuckled as I said it.  Let me tell you, I
was fuckin turned on.  So yes, I laughed.  I laughed in excitement.

"Don't make me hurt you, Jeremy" I repeated, still chuckling.  "Not too
much anyway."  Holding his hands together again, I carefully tied his
wrists and then tied them to the head of his bed.

I was sitting on his back with my enormous hard-on sticking up in the air
with a big grin on my face.  "I'm going to fuck you, Jeremy.  Oh, yeah.
I'm going to stick this big dick up your bung hole."  I had to giggle as I
slid up slightly and started rubbing my dick against the back of his head.
I was so hot.

I knew Jeremy was a virgin, at least I thought so, so I knew I couldn't
just jam it in.  Grabbing the tube of cream, I slid down his body until I
was sitting on his thighs with his butt right below my dripping prick.
Squeezing some cream on my hand I grabbed my cock and smeared it up and
down the length.  I was so hot, however, that I had to let go because just
touching it let me know how close I was.

Getting a gob of the cream, I pressed it into his crack and then pushed a
finger into his hole.  Jeremy was crying softly, but grunted as I jammed my
finger into him.  I stretched his hole a little, and after getting some
more cream, jammed two fingers in.  I slid them in and out a few times and
tried to spread them apart, stretching his hole a little more.

And that was going to do it.  Getting on my knees between his legs, I
forced them apart opening up his ass to my assault.  Forcing my very hard
dick to bend down, I lined it up with his ass and pushed.  He screamed
through the gag as I pushed harder, forcing his little pucker to open up.
You know my dick is nine inches, but you also need to know that it was
almost seven inches around; not quite beer can size, but damn near.

I pushed harder, and finally the head of my dick got past his sphincter
muscle, popping into his butt.  Jeremy was yelling, although it was muffled
so I didn't care, but I had to stop anyway.  I was almost over the edge.
If I pushed another inch I was going to shoot.

So I just held on, not moving as Jeremy's screaming changed to soft
whimpering.  But I felt good.  I felt great.  I had a smile on my face that
wouldn't quit.  I was fucking my big/little brother and it was going to be
fabulous.

I waited a good two minutes before I had calmed down enough to continue.
The, to give him a little respite, I pulled out completely.  Waiting just a
few seconds I started in again.  Giving a good push, I forced a couple
inches into him.  It was hard going for now but I knew it would get easier
once I got in and got him loosened up a little.

Putting my hands under him and grabbing his shoulders, I rested on my
elbows, almost lying on top of him as I pushed some more.

I was about four inches into him now, and stopped for a moment to give him
and me both a break.  But then I pushed, all the way, sinking my big pecker
deep into his ass.  Then I just lay on top of him for a couple minutes.

"Oh, Jeremy, this is so good" I whispered in his ear.  "Your ass was made
for my big prick."  He didn't react but just kept whimpering, but I was
gloating.  This was my brother, my older brother.  Shit, what could be
better than taking your own brother's ass.

Then, spreading my legs, forcing his legs even further apart and coaxing
his ass to rise up some more, I gripped his shoulders and started fucking.
Pulling out slowly, very slowly, almost to the tip, and then sinking back
in all the way.  I kept it slow for the first half a dozen thrusts, and by
then it was smooth going.  The cream was just enough to make my prick slide
fairly easily, but also to keep the feeling of a really tight fuck.

It was heaven.

I kept it slow for quite a while because the feeling was so great I just
didn't want it to end.  I'd pull damn near all the way out, and then sink
all nine inches back in, over and over and over.  But all good things must
come to an end, and I was heated up to begin with.  I knew it couldn't
last.

I pushed my knees against his thighs some more, pushing his legs even
further apart and opening up his ass completely to me so I could start
slamming it in.  I pulled out and rammed it in as hard as I could.  Jeremy
was squealing and the bed was squeaking but I didn't give a damn; I was too
far gone.  I just banged it into him five or six times.

And then I was there.  Ramming it to him one final time and holding it, I
started to shoot.  "FFFUUUCCCKKK" I groaned as I blasted into him.  "Fuck,
fuck, fuck."  What a glorious feeling.  A great fuck; a tight virgin ass;
my very own brother.  What more could I ask for?  I was delirious with
pleasure.

I was dripping with sweat and panting wildly as my ejaculation finally
finished, so I just flopped down on top of Jeremy.  I just lay there for a
couple minutes, listening to him sniffling softly.

"So fuckin hot, Jeremy" I whispered in his ear.  "So hot.  What an ass."
He seemed to be completely silent, but when I pulled my underwear out of
his mouth, he was crying softly.  Very slowly, I raised up and let my big
schlong slide out of his butt.

I reached up and untied his hands.  "See you tomorrow, baby.  You can keep
my underwear as a souvenir" I said into his ear as I got up off of him and
left the room.  I didn't know how much he was hurting and whether he got
any enjoyment out of it at all, but I didn't much care, because it had been
great for me.  That's what mattered.  And I'll tell you this, he was going
to get used to it because this was definitely not going to be a onetime
event.

I had been so horny when I got home that I couldn't stand it, but now I was
completely sated, so I knew I'd sleep like a baby.  And I did.  The best
night's sleep in days.

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So I'd fucked my older brother, Jeremy.

Jeremy had been under my thumb for several years now, so I didn't expect
any repercussions.  I'd taught Jeremy long ago the penalties for tattling
to our parents about what I was doing to him.  I'd beat it into him enough
times, so there was simply no way he'd dare say anything to them.

So, it was a bit of a surprise when my Daddy barged into my room the next
afternoon.  He hadn't been in my room for at least two years, and he damn
well knew he wasn't allowed to come in.  I was lying on the bed in my
bikini with my earphones on listening to music as he came in.  He stood
there for just a second, evidently waiting for me to take off the
earphones.  I didn't really give a shit what he had to say so I just closed
my eyes and ignored him and continued listening to my music.  Besides, it
was immediately obvious that he was going to bellyache about me taking
Jeremy's ass.  He must have found out, because he wouldn't have dared barge
into my room like this otherwise.  Evidently he started saying something
but I couldn't hear him with my earphones on, so I just pretended he wasn't
there.

It took a minute or so before I finally heard him yelling my name over the
top of the music.  I was pretty sure he wouldn't dare touch me but there
was nothing to keep him from yelling at me.

"Stop yelling at me" I yelled back at him as I yanked off the earphones.
He shut up but I could see he was steaming, but I didn't care.  I leaped to
my feet, standing almost nose to nose with him in about two seconds.  "What
the fuck do you want?" I growled at him as he stepped back in surprise.

Remember that my Daddy's a skinny wimp and I'm quite a muscle boy.  I had
him by about two inches and a good fifty pounds or more, and those pounds
were all muscle.  Besides, I knew I looked damned intimidating standing
there in only my white bikini with all my pumped muscles showing.

"Jared.  You..., you..." he sputtered as I took a step towards him, forcing
him to step back.  "You can't ...  What you d-did..."  I took another step,
and now he was backed up against the wall.

"I said, what the fuck do you want?" I snarled.  "Spit it out."

"Jared, you can't do this.  You..." he blubbered.  I think he suddenly
realized that he was in over his head, and was probably wishing he was
anywhere but here, nose to nose with me.  But that wasn't enough to
overcome his anger.  He was so angry he was red in the face.

But I was angry too.  "I told you not to come into my room" I said glaring
into his face.

"Jerod.  You... you... you..." he sputtered.  I grabbed him by the shirt
collar, pushing him against the wall and actually pulled him up on his
tiptoes.

"Didn't I tell you not to come into my room?  Didn't I?" I repeated.  His
face was red and he was still angry but I think he was now afraid as well,
as I shouted in his face.  "Answer me" I said.

"Jerod, stop this" he screamed at me.

"You don't come into my room.  Got it?" I shouted giving him a good shake,
rattling his teeth.

"Jerod, stop" he shouted in my face.  Hell yes I'd fucked Jeremy and it was
no surprise that Daddy was upset about his little darling.  But...  But I
had so much anger built up over the years of being ignored, that it had
almost turned to hate. And there was no way I was going to let him come on
to me like this.  I didn't care how angry he was, I'd show him what real
anger was.  Anger built up into rage over years of indifference and
humiliation.  I didn't care what the problem was, I simply wasn't going put
up with anymore shit from him.

"You'll never come into my room again without my permission" I snapped as I
gave him another shake.  "Never."

"Jerod" he sputtered as he glared at me from only inches away.  "Jerod,
stop.  I'm your father."  Even through my anger I had to laugh.

"My father?  Bullshit" I roared in anger.  "You son of a bitch, you've
never been a father to me.  You don't know how to be a father."  He reached
forward, putting his hands on my chest, and tried to push me away.  I think
we were both surprised that I didn't budge.  I had to put a foot back to
brace myself, so when he tried pushing harder, much harder, I still didn't
budge.

He finally exploded.  "Let go of me, you worthless piece of shit" he
screamed.  "Lois should never have had you in the first place.  I told her
to have an abortion.  You should never have been born."  He just blurted
this out in uncontrollable fury.  I was shocked and he was too.  That just
came out.  He certainly didn't intend to say any of that.

He immediately realized what he had said, just blurting it out without
thinking, revealing his true feelings.  I'm not sure he was sorry he said
it, but I think he was afraid of how I would react.  "Jerod" he said.  "I
didn't...  I didn't..."

"You son of a bitch" I yelled at him.  "I should never have been born?"
Grabbing him by the collar and dragging him behind me, I walked over to my
bed and sat down.

"But I was born, Daddy.  I was born.  Let me show you what kind of son I
am" I said as I forced him down over my lap.  Holding his head down with
one hand on his neck and with his butt on my knees, I grabbed his pants,
and with a quick yank, jerked them down over his ass.

"This is payback for all the years you've been a shit to me" I snarled at
him as I let him have it on the right cheek.  `Wham!'  I didn't hold back
and he let out a scream.

"Yeeeaaoooh, Jerod.  Stop this."  I let him have it again on the other
cheek.  `Wham!'  "Yeeeaaaoooh.  Jerod, stop, stop" he screamed.  He tried
to get his hands in the way, but I grabbed his wrists and held them.

Then, in quick succession I slammed him hard eight or ten more times, very
hard, alternating between his right and left cheeks.  He screamed after
each swat.

"Jerod, Jerod" I heard another scream, a different scream, and when I
looked up I saw my mother standing in the doorway.  "Jerod, stop" she
shrieked.

That's when I realized that I was completely out of control.  Hearing
Mommy's scream brought me back and I stopped hitting him.  Daddy was
sobbing, and Mommy simply looked horrified.  I sat there with him over my
lap and took a couple deep breaths.  Then I dumped him off my lap onto the
floor.

"Get him the hell out of my room" I said.  I lay back on my bed, put my
earphones back on, and closed my eyes.  My heart was pumping a mile a
minute and I was breathing hard but I was trying to calm down.  A few
minutes later I heard the door close, and opening my eyes, I saw that they
were gone.  I was taking deep breaths, and just now my heart beat was
beginning to slow.  I was amazed at how I had totally lost it; how
completely out of control I was.  That had never happened to me before.

Then I realized something else.  I was hard.  Really, really, really hard.
I think I was just about as hot as I had ever been.  Oh, I'd slapped Uncle
Rick around dozens of times, but doing it to my own Daddy; that was a whole
different ball game.  And, I quickly realized, I loved doing it and it made
me super horny.  Uncle Rick wanted me to slap him around and he loved
having me do it, but spanking somebody against their will, and that
somebody being my very own father, well, that was almost beyond
description.  It was the most fulfilling and exciting thing I'd ever done.

I actually giggled to myself as I reached down, pulled my dick out of my
undies and started stroking it, reliving the sweet memories of slamming my
Daddy's ass.  My hand stung from hitting him, but it was such a sweet sting
that I reveled in it.



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