Date: Sat, 26 Jun 2010 07:48:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Baseball Twins pt2

    So I thought about it for a week. I thought about it with my balls not
my brains.  Again and again I pictured my sons naked and fucking, of
sucking each others dick, or Peter's nice gleaning teenage bone working in
and out of his brother's butt. I thought of licking their assholes. I was
surprised and not surprised that I created these scenes, that I had
fantasies of fucking my daughter as they watched and approved, fantasies of
my sons both fucking my wife at the same time. I masturbated more than
usual that week, fucked my wife more than usual that week and she wanted to
know why. I told her.
    "Awesome, Dean. Love you for sharing that with me. I thought I was
alone with that fantasy. I get feelings for the kids too... especially the
boys... they can get me wet when I watch them on the field!  And
Niki... some times of even think of her puffy, clean pussy and
wonder...wonder what it would taste like."
    "Oh honey, I knew it was right to love you when I saw you in action at
that college party, my little slut!"
    She snuggled up against me in our bed. "One day Suzy and I were talking
about our kids and sex, and one thing led to another... Dean, I learned
Suzy and I both have sexual urges about our children. We'd never act on
them we said, but now you! Oh, shit Dean, this gets me sooo hot...!" Erica
groped me and took my hand and shoved it between her hot legs. We started
to fuck. She was so wet.
    "Can we do it, Dean..." she whispered in my ear, "can we...?
    My beautiful wife Erica! Back in college I knew I wanted to marry her
when I saw her on her hands and knees in a little group sex party we'd
arranged. Her face was between the gorgeous widespread legs of a
sensational back sophomore chick eating her out and in my future wife's ass
was the large dick of one of the school's best soccer players. That was the
girl I wanted to marry! A libido like that, I figured, would keep me warm
for a long time.
    But sex with the kids? Ok to think about, but that was a little
perverted wasn't it, a little extreme?
    "No honey. They came from me. They were part of my body and they still
feel like that to me. I kissed their bodies all over when they were
infants, and I mean ALL over. Even when they were six and I helped bath
them I got their little weenies hard, pinched their cute ass."
    "And Niki? Her too?"
    "Sure."

    I gently pushed her pretty head down between my legs. She took it into
her mouth and bobbed up and down as I told her what I wanted to do with my
kids. I didn't overlook any part of their attractive young bodies. I
described every position and combination I could think of and Erica moaned
approval loudly when I described a combination she especially liked. She
put her finger against my asshole and made me cum when I described her
mouth and Niki's mouth on each other's cunt in a beautiful sixty-nine
performance. As I lay there after cumming I knew we were going to make it
come true.  ***

    It was shortly after that when I had a private talk with Ethan in his
room. He attracted attention from both boys and girls and it was easy to
see why. His clean and regular adolescent features were the kind of cute
girls find irresistible, especially his big brown doe-like eyes, which he
now fixed on me. I sat on his bed.
    "Ethan...we got to talk about something important and I need the
serious straight truth from you." He frowned and looked concerned but lost
not one speck of his cuteness. He lifted his face with its little upturned
freckled nose toward me. "You and your brother are close and I know, I can
see, you love each other--am I right?"
    "Yeah," said hesitantly, cautiously.
    "So, lately you been...spending a lot of time together...privately"
    "So?" He turned back to look at his computer monitor. I could see he
wasn't going to meet me half way.
    "I mean private time..."
    "Dad, what do you want to know?" In saying this his voice almost
broke. Plunge right in and get it over with, I thought.
    "I think the two of you are doing some sexual stuff with each other."
    Silence descended on the room like a lead weight and hung between
us. Neither of us moved for what seemed liked minutes.
    "Who told you?"
    "Doesn't matter."
    "She told you, I know. She's been sneaking around spying. She's
jealous. Bitch.... Daddy, are you gonna say we can't do it anymore?" Those
beautiful big brown eyes started to fill.
    "Should I?"
    "No, please don't, please!" Those eyes fixed mine, pleadingly.
    More silence, then...
    "I...love Peter. We do it...when he puts it in me... Daddy, I feel like
we're as close as can be...its good!" He blushed and stammered and was
chocked with emotion.
    "So you don't mind? He's not forcing you?"
     He smiled. "No! I like it...It makes me feel..." now he blushed more,
turning bright red. "You know how when you go the bathroom, you know, crap,
I mean, and how afterward you feel all tingly?" He waited for me the say
something but I just nodded. "That's how it feels when we're done, and I
like it...like it so much I want it to last forever!" Now he was almost
crying and his eyes were glassy. "I love Peter and I like the feeling I get
when I'm under him. I feel so safe. Don't laugh, please!"
    I wasn't laughing, not even thinking about laughing. I was so touched,
my youngest, my young son, was telling me this, sharing such intimate
feelings I never suspected he had. My eyes got misty too.
    "I'm a boy, but I feel like a girl too, sometimes. Daddy, I let him
fuck me! I want him to fuck me! I hope he will forever. If he dies... ."
    "Whoa, slow down...Ethan! Listen to me. Its ok! If that's what you
want...if that's what he wants...you love each other...its ok." Tears were
running down my cheeks and I could hardly says the words. "Love...love is a
wonderful thing. You're so young and you know that already. And I love you,
honey...boy or girl, gay or straight...no matter, you will always be loved
by me."
    We were both crying now, unashamed of our tears. I stretched out my
arms out to him and he came to me. He fit his body into to mine like when
he was little.
    And I was aroused. I wanted my own son, thirteen years old, wanted him
sexually. I kissed his wet cheeks, kissed his lips, and he did not pull
away. I felt his sweet breath on my face. Felt his small shoulders press
into me and I wrapped my arms about his slim body. I rubbed his back and
kissed his neck, his ears, his cheeks and felt him go slack in my arms. I
moved my hand between his legs and felt his very warm groin. There was no
doubt he was hard. His hands were around my neck and gently I took one of
them and guided it down to where I so much wanted it, onto to my very hard
and wet cock.
    We were beyond words now, communicating with touch, with our hearts,
our lips, our eyes. I picked him up and lay my son on the bed. He watched
me undress. As soon as my cock sprang into view he raised himself toward it
and took it into his mouth.
    "That's it Ethan...you little beautiful boy...suck on me! Suck on the
cock that made your body...your dick, your ass, your beautiful face!" He
was little but worked his mouth and tongue like a good soldier, getting as
much of me in as he could. I let him do what he wanted... Behind my closed
eyelids I saw him on the ballfield covering second base even as I felt the
head of my cock pushing into his throat. I backed off an inch when my boy
began to gag, but still clasped his neck as I spurted four or five times
down his throat. My knees went weak but I braced against the bed, not
willing to break off this beautiful contact. He looked up at me and washed
my softening dick with his lips and tongue, his eyes smiling with pride. I
was in ecstasy. Then he wiped his mouth on his Cubs t-shirt.


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