Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2013 11:54:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Julian Otero <ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bike Trip, part two

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Bike Trip,  part two


Kevin, 11
Susan, 13
Uncle Jeff, 31
Gavin, Dad, 38
Audrey, Wife, 36
Jennifer, 22



Susan

We set out the next morning at dawn just as we planned. Uncle Jeff gave
each of us a hug and I noticed when my father turned his back my uncle
clung a little too long onto my brother, his palm pressed against his
nephew's ass. So, I thought, "this could be interesting." When uncle Jeff
did the same to me I felt my pussy quiver.

We rode along at a relaxed pace on the smooth asphalt road with very little
traffic. When our Dad couldn't overhear, I traded comments with my brother
about what we witnessed last night. At one point I asked my brother "Do you
think they fucked?"

"Whatdaya mean?"

"Dick up the ass, little brother, that's what I mean!"

"Oh."

"I saw uncle Jeff touch your ass. Better watch out!" He giggled. "Do boys
fuck each other a lot?" I asked.

"I don't know. Do girls?"

"Well, some. But I bet boys do it a lot." I was just guessing but I wanted
my brother to think about it because it got me excited. He's very cute and
my girlfriends have eyes for him and so, I'm sure, do some boys.



Gavin

The kids were in a terrific mood, better than I'd seen them in a long time;
the road was easy and the weather gorgeous. We made camp with plenty of
time to set up and have a modest, cooked dinner. We hunched around a small
fire as the sun slid under the western horizon. The three of us made small
talk and eventually grew silly with each other just the way families do
when they feel great or need to let off steam. But there was more. Susan
and Kevin both started to get physical with each other, hugging and play
wrestling, eventually tumbling over each other with much full body contact.

I watched fascinated and then a little concerned because to see their
lithe, sleek forms in the skintight lycra outfits, their play began to look
like sex to me. Their facial expression grew more grave and the grunts and
sighs more serious. I let this go on a few minutes longer then moved to
break it up, but my little passionate ones would not give up easily. I felt
hands, either my daughters or my son's on my body. Exploring. Little
fingers going close to places they shouldn't, testing me. When one of those
fingertips brushed along my balls a jolt of pleasure travelled up my spine.

Firmly I told them to get ready for bed and I moved away. The touch on my
balls I was sure was no accident. What I wasn't sure about was how I felt:
did I want more, did they? They were my kids, not strangers. I wasn't above
thinking about sex with my kids, but actually doing it? How does one seduce
one's child, especially two at the same time?

We each crawled into our own tent and very soon fell asleep.



Susan

I woke when faint grey light peaked through the tent flap, my need to pee
too strong to let me fall back asleep. I crept out as silently as possible,
squatted down over some soft pine needles and pissed out a strong hot
stream of warm urine. I loved doing this in the outdoors, even shitting,
when we camped rough like this. It seemed so daring.

The sun was still under the horizon, the air still chilly for at least
another hour. Daddy! Daddy could be my natural body warmer until my tent
was more comfortable.  What a surprise when I tried to crawl in with him:
my brother beat me to it and was pressed against daddy in the opened
sleeping bag.

Daddy's gentle voice whispered, "There's room."

Well, just barely enough room. I wound up pressed tight against my brother
as he slept, his nice bubble ass fitting into my crotch warmly. In no time
I was asleep again, the warmth of their bodies so soothing.

Sometimes I have intense dreams when I fall back asleep a second time. I
had a hot sex dream, a dream of naked boys—it was school—and there
were boys I knew and boys I didn't, all beautiful with hard cocks moving
around and lounging with their legs spread wide. A few girls were there
too, also naked, touching their pussy. Somebody asked me if I was going to
get undressed. Just before the dream ended another voice from behind me, a
man's voice, my father's, told me I was a slut. He had the cheeks of my ass
in his strong hands. There was more I couldn't remember, but that was
enough.



Dad was making breakfast by the time the sun's heat began to be felt. My
brother was still asleep, our still bodies spooned together. It felt so
good. Lying with him that moment a rush of pure pleasure covered me from
head to toe. I remember so well how happy I felt to have a brother and to
feel his slim body so warm and cozy next to mine. At first it wasn't about
sex, but as I lay there my pussy gradually began to get moist. And the
dreams... More cocks.

Dad would soon call us so I had to act quickly.

     What I expected to find when I reached around and slipped my fingers
under Kevin's shorts was a nice little hardon, his clean, smooth, hard
dick, which was becoming more interesting to me as each day passed. It
didn't disappoint.

"What are you doing?"

"Shhhh...stay still. I'll play with you."

He turned toward me and opened his legs and smiled sleepily. My fingers
wrapped around his special part which made him sigh. I could feel his body
surrender. My excitement was hard to contain. I kissed him and tasted his
sweet breath.

"Jimmy does this to me," he whispered.

"Yeah...you like it?....you like my hand on your cock, Kevin?..." I
pictured his friend, the two of the them. I gripped him harder "Does he
suck your dick?" He tried to answer but my hand work made him stumble
mumble nonsense. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right, but he seemed to
enjoy it.

At that moment our dad appeared at the entrance to call us to breakfast. He
gazed at us not speaking, then, recovered, said we should come an eat when
we were finished.

"Shit," said Kevin.

"We're not in trouble. He said to finish." I curled down to my brother's
crotch and sucked him for a minute.

We arrived at the table under a clear blue sky. If daddy noticed the poked
out pajamas my brother tried to hide, he didn't say anything.





Gavin

What's a father to do when he discovers his children playing sex games with
each other? Are there any books that say what to do? Are there any books
that tell the father to put his hard cock back in his pants and walk away?
Or should he follow his instinct?

If you want the truth the sight of my daughter's hand around my son's hard
cock surprised me, yet delighted me also. I did walk away, but a thousand
thoughts all hot and all very arousing raced through my mind. Seeing normal
children in the discovery of sex is exciting, a happy event not to be
censored. Seeing my own children thus made me very, very happy. Why not let
them enjoy the pleasure of sexual exploration? That part was easy. What was
difficult was dealing with my own arousal caused by what I saw. My urge was
to lower my shorts and join them, help them, teach them, show them and
encourage them further.

Instead, I served breakfast.

We broke camp late in the afternoon and headed back to my brother's, each
of us mostly silently concentrating on our own thoughts as we rode. My mind
was conflicted the whole time. In my shorts my erection was almost painful
as I pictured my daughter sucking her brother, him licking her pussy, me
fucking both of them. I would fuck them lovingly, just going slowly and
easily at first, gently introducing them to the joys of Eros, then move to
more sophisticated practices: the three of us joined, sucking and licking
cock, cunt and asshole. Their mother, too.

By sunset back at my brother's house the evening air was heavy and very
warm. Jeff had another barbecue prepared, but this time he wasn't dressed
so modestly. In fact he was hardly dressed at all. The only thing that
concealed his cock was a snug micro fiber white thong. The effect was
stunning, his tanned and fit body so desirable to me all over again. My
kids pretended as if nothing was out of the ordinary but they both couldn't
keep their eyes off him.

"Dad, its so warm. Why don't we all get comfortable like uncle Jeff?" Susan
asked. I doubted if the question was as innocent as she made it sound. This
led to a general discussion in favor of striping down even though I
protested I had nothing suitable like my brother. He jumped right in.

"I'll lend you a thong. I have a new one you can keep." My kids were all
for it.

In Jeff's bedroom I put it on and he admired its effect. Then he hit me
with a question.

"You ever think of fuckin' around with your kids?"

"They're my kids Jeffrey, what the fuck!" I tried to sound shocked but I
don't think I was convincing.

"I know. Stay cool. They're beautiful. Kevin looks so much like you at that
age. Remember those times and the fun we had? Haven't you ever thought
about it? I have. Kids have a sex life Gavin. I was sucking your dick when
I was nine. You don't know how much I admired and worshiped you. I still
admire you. Still like your dick." As he said so he caressed under my balls
with his warm palm and kissed my cheek, told me not to be offended by his
question. "We were just kids, but..."

"It was love...Would you mind if I touched Kevin...?" he whispered the
question next to my ear, his breath hot.

"He's only eleven," but my voice was weak because in my mind I pictured my
son with my brother's hard dick in his young mouth, sucking his uncle, Jeff
cumin on his pretty face.

"You know I like them young thanks to you! I've had some twelve year olds
Gavin...they're so sweet and grateful...you ought to try it some time. And
who better to try it with than your son? And that black kid I told you
about...he's not sixteen...he's fourteen."

Its incest I said, putting up the last barrier I could think of. He knocked
that down pretty fast by reminding me, "We did a lot of that, didn't we? We
didn't know the word till later. It's love, baby. The rest is bullshit."

He told me he was going back to the deck, to the kids, and I should come
when I was ready. I had such a hardon and in the thong it looked obscene. I
didn't want my kids to see me like that so I said I'd been down as soon as
I myself went down.

I sat thinking for a long time. Nothing I thought about helped soften
me. The images of my kids sucking us both, of fucking each other, their
slim beautiful bodies, those images remained under the surface until I knew
it was hopeless.

I went down to the deck sporting my pushed out new thong and discovered a
wonderful scene. What I half hoped to find actually was happening and made
me dizzy for a few moments. You don't expect to see your kids and your
brother like that even if you have an over active fantasy life.

My 11 year old boy was laying on his back with his pretty legs hanging over
the sides of the lounger and my brother, legs spread wide apart, bent far
over sucking Kevin's dick. Seated on the deck under her uncle, Susan was
enthusiastically sucking my brother's cock, its long length gleaning with
her saliva. Picture it: a gorgeous grown man, a young teenager, a pre-teen,
all joined in sex. And I was related to all of them.

Susan saw me first.

She freed her mouth of cock and said to me, "We saw you and uncle Jeff
sucking on the way down..." She grinned an impish grin and made an
invitation: "Uncle Jeff says you like to fuck. You like to fuck him. You
want to fuck us...Dad, put you cock up his ass...We'd love to see that!!!"
Kevin joined in the request while he pushed upward into his uncle's
mouth. So now they knew just about everything.

My brother was a pedophile, something I had only suspected before. And
seducing my kids! They didn't not look a bit unhappy about what they doing,
not at all! Susan put his dick back in her mouth and sucked with even more
gusto now she knew her own father was watching. My brother groaned louder,
reaching for his finish. Jeff's ass contracted three or four times has he
emptied his balls into his niece's mouth. At the same time he let go of my
son's cock, flipped my son's legs back and open and rammed his tongue into
the boy's asshole. It was a beautiful disgusting scene.

Then all three separated and rested.



The burgers had burned and we threw them out.

I was the only one with a wisp of clothing at all, the sexy feel of the
silver thong something I didn't want to give up just then. Jeff played host
again and got us drinks and with my permission offered Susan a bit of
beer. Kevin had soda while we brothers had a whiskey and water each.

My daughter was not a shy girl but the alcohol must have loosed more of
something in her. She proceeded to tell me how hot she and her brother
became watching me and my young brother having sex. She said she was about
to suck her brother when I discovered them that morning in the tent.

"Dad, can we watch again. I mean will you do it with Uncle Jeff so we can
see? Please?" There was no inhibition left among us despite the family
relationships and age differences. By now all of my resistance had melted
like snow in the desert.

"Yes honey, I will if uncle Jeff wants to. I want us to watch you and Kevin
fuck...I want you to suck your brother's cock, and mine. I want to fuck you
and lick your asshole and cute little apple tits. I want you to let uncle
Jeff do those things too.



Beside my libido my greedy mind was at work: here was a little gold mine
that, handled right, could make us a neat pile. Jeff was into young
boys. Pictures of my kids doing all kinds of sex could be retailed to his
pedophile friends at very premium prices. Young, clean cut, healthy
American kids...so cute, just like the kids you live next door to.





If this story has pleased you so far, let me know how. And what would you
like to have happen in the next part?

Regards, Julian



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