Date: Fri, 17 Sep 2004 04:08:17 EDT
From: Justin0398@aol.com
Subject: Bobby's Summer Vacation by Justin Davis (M/F/t/f/b/g,bi, incest, con)

The following story contains graphic sexual scenes involving young males,
older males, older females, and younger females. If material of this
nature offends you then you should not read this story. Additionally, if
you are under 18 years of age in most states you are not allowed to read
this story by law.

This story is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to person's
living or dead, or to events that may have occurred, is purely
coincidental. Additionally, the actions of the characters in this story
are in no way intended to show approval of, or give sanction to, their
actions.

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Bobby's Summer Vacation
By
Justin Davis


Chapter One



Stripped to the waist, as usual, sixteen-year-old Bobby Matthews rode his
skateboard down the sidewalk toward home. As he approached the block in
which he lived, he noticed old Mr. Johnson puttering around in his yard
and Bobby sneered.

Everyone in the neighborhood knew the old man was a fag and Bobby had
long since figured out that it was the highlight of the old man's day for
him to pass by on his skateboard. So, Bobby made sure he did some 360's
and some other tricks right in front of the old man's house so that Mr.
Johnson could get a good look at his ripped tummy, blonde treasure trail,
and the small tufts of blonde hair under his arms.

Naturally, Mr. Johnson knew the kid was putting on a show for him, as he
did almost every day when the weather was warm and he came home from
school. So, Mr. Johnson eagerly drank in the sight of the teen, noticing
how nice the gold ring in Bobby's right ear looked and how his gold neck
chain enhanced the other features of the five foot eight inch stud.

Just for effect, Bobby spun off of the skateboard and grabbed the crotch
of his shorts to adjust his man-sized genitals so the old man could get a
good look at his basket of goodies. Then, he hopped back onto the board
and rode away grinning, knowing that the old man had probably just about
creamed his shorts staring at him this time.

Indeed, Bobby was quite a sight to behold. His blonde mop of curls,
tanned skin and wasp-like waist were only added features of a sixteen
year old body that had not one ounce of fat on it. Even more impressive,
although certainly unseen because of his shorts, was Bobby's man-sized
penis and balls. Simply put, Bobby was not just hung but horse-hung, the
baggy shorts he usually wore covering up six inches of thick, flaccid,
circumcised meat and a set of plum sized balls.

Bobby guided his skateboard up the front walk and did one last 360 at the
bottom of the steps. Then, he hopped off of the skateboard, kicked it
into the air, grabbed it with his right hand, tucked it under his arm,
and then bounded up the front steps.

"Hi mom! I'm home!" Bobby hollered toward the kitchen as he entered the
front door and closed it behind him.

"Okay, dear. Don't run off. You're dad's on his way home and wants to
talk to you!" his mom hollered back.

Bobby grumbled a bit to himself at his mother's words and headed back
toward his bedroom. Once there, he tossed his skateboard onto the bed
and headed for the bathroom where he promptly pulled down the front of
his shorts and began to piss a pencil-wide stream of urine into the
toilet bowl, the sound of the impressive stream echoing off of the tile
walls of the bathroom as it churned the water of the toilet bowl.

His bladder empty, Bobby pulled the front of his shorts back up and
promptly headed back to the bedroom and plopped himself down upon his
bed, hands behind his head, and pondered what he was going to do now that
school was out for the summer.

He smiled to himself as he thought about Jeannie Summers and how hot she
was for his body. Maybe, just maybe, he'd get to fuck her this summer,
he mused, thinking how surprised she was going to be when he whipped out
his hard, almost ten-inch, piece of thick meat to stuff up her cunt. In
fact, Bobby's dick surged a little in his shorts at the prospect.

"Hey, tiger! What yah thinking about?" his dad's voice said, prompting
Bobby to come back to reality.

"Uh, nothing. Just stuff," Bobby replied, looking at his dad's six foot,
lanky, frame standing in the doorway.

"Your mom tell you I wanted to talk to you?" his dad asked.

"Uh, yeah. What about?" Bobby replied, sitting up in the bed.

"Well, I didn't say anything about it until now because I wasn't sure.
But, I'm going to have to go to Europe for the summer. It's a project
for the company and your mom is going with me," Bobby's dad said.

"Oh, so I'm gonna be here by myself all summer?" Bobby asked, prompting
his dad to chuckle.

"No, not hardly. I've talked to your Uncle David. You're going to spend
the summer with him and his family in Orlando," his dad replied.

"Aw geez, Dad! Orlando? Why can't I just stay here? I don't even know
those people. Last time they were here I was like three!" Bobby whined.

"Well, it's true. My brother and his family don't visit much. In fact,
they're pretty much the stay at home type and stick fairly close to their
own circle of friends. But, he does write regularly and we keep in
contact that way. Now that you're sixteen I think its time you got to
know his family. In fact, he's got a son your age and a daughter that
just turned twelve and the twins are eleven now I think. I have no doubt
you'll have a good time," his dad replied and smiled.

"Oh geez! Please just let me stay home by myself. I'll be okay," Bobby
responded.

"Not a chance, tiger! I've already made the arrangements. You fly out
this weekend for Orlando. So, you better think about the stuff you're
gonna pack," his dad replied and turned and left.

"Shit! Fuck! Damn!" Bobby exclaimed; banging his fist on the bed after
his dad had gone.

Needless to say, for the next three days Bobby was not a happy camper.
He grumbled every chance he got about having to go visit relatives he
really didn't know, much less spend the entire summer with them, and he
grumbled all the way to the airport as well.

"Okay, son. That's your flight they just called. You take care and have
a good time. Your mom and I will call off and on to check on you,"
Bobby's dad said as the passengers began to rise up from their seats in
the passenger lounge to board the flight to Orlando.

"Yeah, sure! You guys have a great time!" Bobby replied in a dejected
tone, then headed for the gangway without even looking again at his dad
who was shaking his head and smiling as he watched him disappear down the
gangway.

For awhile, Bobby stared out the window of the plane and watched as the
Chicago skyline receded. Then, he shrugged his shoulders, put on the
headphones to his MP3 player, and jammed to some music during the flight
to Orlando.

"Bobby! Bobby Matthews!" a man about the same build and with similar
features to his dad hollered at him as entered the arrival area.

Bobby walked over toward the man dressed in baggy shorts, sport shirt,
and sandals, and noticed that he was a little more muscular than his dad
was and most certainly had the darkest tan he had ever seen, the man's
skin being almost a deep almond color.

"Welcome to Orlando, Bobby! David Matthews said, and held out his hand.

"Yeah, sure!" Bobby replied, and half-heartedly shook the man's hand.

Needless to say, Bobby wasn't much of a conversationalist during the
drive out to the suburbs where his Uncle David and his family lived,
mostly responding with one word replies as his Uncle David talked the
whole way. However, when the guard at the gate waved them through and
the Cadillac SUV entered the gated community Bobby did sit up and take
notice.

"Wow! These are something else!" Bobby exclaimed, as they passed one huge
two-story home after another, most with high concrete privacy fences and
electric security gates.

"Yes, some of these homes are quite large and very expensive. It's a
rather exclusive neighborhood," his Uncle David replied.

Bobby continued to look out the window as the palatial homes passed by
and the SUV turned down another street and then turned into a driveway
guarded by an electric fence.

"Well, here we are," his uncle commented as he pushed the remote to open
the gate.

"Gosh! This is where you guys live?" Bobby asked, as the drove up the
driveway toward the huge two storied Spanish style home.

"Yep, this is home," his uncle replied.

After Bobby's uncle parked the SUV, Bobby followed him carrying his
suitcase as his uncle led him through a side entrance located near the
three-car garage.

"Well, I'm back!" Bobby's uncle said as they entered through the door and
into a large combination family living and kitchen area.

"That's great dear! Oh, you must be Bobby?" his uncle's wife said.

Immediately, Bobby was not only taken aback by the woman's looks but by
the fact that she had on nothing by a very skimpy orange bikini. In
fact, her dark tan and long blonde hair and figure would have qualified
her to be a Playboy model as far as Bobby was concerned. Simply put, his
aunt was a fox.

"You probably don't remember me, Bobby. I'm your Aunt Judy," the lady
said and headed away from the kitchen counter and walked toward him with
her hand outstretched.

As she did so, the fact that she had very large and nice breasts wasn't
lost on Bobby any more than the fact that her long legs and firm thighs
seemed to enable her to sexily glide across the floor toward where he
stood.

"Uh, pleased to meet you, Aunt Judy" Bobby stammered, and shook his
aunt's outstretched hand.

"Oh, you don't have to be so formal. You can call me Judy like everyone
else. We're all on a first name basis around here," his aunt replied.

"Judy! Ricky and Tara are at it again! I------Oh!" a young male voice
said.

Bobby turned his head toward the voice and was shocked at what he saw.
Standing in one of the entrances to the kitchen was a boy his own age
that was totally naked. In fact, except for the fact that his curly mop
of hair was a sun-bleached light brown and his pubes were brown and his
facial features were slightly different, Bobby might as well have been
looking at a mirror image of himself, although Bobby did take note that
the boy's flaccid penis was smaller than his own.

"Richard, this is your cousin Bobby," Bobby's aunt said.

"Uh, hi!" the naked teen replied.

"Uh, hello!" Bobby replied, not believing that the guy was standing there
naked in front of both himself and his aunt and uncle.

"Richard, why don't you show Bobby to your bedroom since he's going to be
staying with you while he's here," Bobby's aunt said.

"Uh, yeah. Sure! Come on," Richard said, and motioned with his hand for
Bobby to follow him.

Bobby picked up his suitcase and followed the naked teen down a long
hallway until they came to the last doorway on the right and then
followed in behind him into the bedroom.

"Wow!" Bobby exclaimed, immediately realizing that Richard's bedroom was
bigger than his family's whole den.

"That's the spare bed over there. The one over there is mine," Richard
said, pointing toward the double bed on the left side of the room.

Bobby glanced around the room as he walked over toward the other double
bed and then laid his suitcase upon it.

"Man, that's some entertainment center!" Bobby remarked, looking at the
multi-media center that took up almost one entire wall of the bedroom.

"Yeah, great sound system, too," Richard replied.

"Uh, you don't want to put some clothes on or something?" Bobby asked,
feeling uncomfortable looking at the naked teen and prompting him to
laugh.

"Hell, nobody wears clothes around here unless it gets cold, which ain't
often. Judy only had that bikini on cause she didn't want to shock you,"
Richard replied.

"You guys walk around naked?" Bobby asked.

"Sure, all the time. Richard replied.

"Man! That's weird!" Bobby remarked.

"Hey, man! You got hang ups about naked bodies and sex and stuff you are
gonna be one freaked out dude for sure," his cousin replied.

"Uh, wadda yah mean?" Bobby asked.

"Come over here and I'll show yah," Richard said, and walked toward the
closed drapes.

Bobby walked over toward the drapes and stood by his naked cousin, who
then partially pulled back one of the drapes covering the double glass
doors.

"That!" Richard said, motioning his head toward the huge swimming pool
that was in full view.

If Bobby had been shocked by his cousin's nakedness he was almost totally
freaked by what he then saw.

On a beach towel, lay a naked young girl lying on her back with her legs
spread. Hovering over her body was a naked boy, that appeared to be
about her same age, who was plowing his thick, four-inch peter in and out
of her. As if that wasn't enough, there was an older girl sitting on the
edge of the pool, mouth agape, head reared back and legs spread, with a
boy's buzzed-cut head between her legs obviously eating her pussy.

"Holy shit!" Bobby exclaimed, at the lurid scene.

"That's Ricky and Tara, my twin brother and sister, doing the fucking.
They're eleven. And, that's my sister Marcia getting eaten by her friend
Billy. They're both twelve," Richard said, and released the drape
blocking the view of the torrid scene.

"Holy fuck! You're parents know they're doing that shit?" Bobby asked.

"Sure! It's all in the family, man. Around here you can fuck anything
you want, as long as they're willing," Bobby's cousin replied.

"That's sick!" Bobby exclaimed.

"Hell, that ain't nothing. You should see it when we have a pool party.
In fact, mom and dad have one planned for tonight as a welcome party for
you," Richard said.

"What?" Bobby exclaimed.

"Oh, man! You're gonna love it. There'll be at least six or seven girls
and guys our age, some younger ones, too. Hell, like I said, anything is
fair game though. If you like some of the older stuff you can go after
that, too. Shit, I bet my mom can't wait to fuck yah," Bobby's cousin
replied.

"Me, fuck your mom? That is sicko shit!" Bobby exclaimed, shaking his
head.

"Whatever! I'm goin back out to the pool. Marcia gives real good head
and I don't want Billy to have all the fun. You wanna come along?"
Richard asked.

"Shit no!" Bobby exclaimed.

"Well, suit yourself. The left-hand cabinet by the television has all
the tapes if you wanna watch any of them. The top shelf has all the
straight stuff. If you like gay stuff those are on the middle shelf.
The bottom shelf is bi stuff. If that don't do it for yah we got cable
and all the channels. I'll see yah later," Richard said, and then pulled
the drape back away from the double glass doors again, opened one of
them, then headed out toward the pool, the drape closing again and
blocking Bobby's view.

Bobby pulled back the drape with his hand and watched as his cousin
walked out toward the pool then kneeled down by his sister, who was still
getting eaten out, and said something to her. Then, Bobby watched as she
moved her head toward her brother's groin, took his cock in her hand, and
then popped it into her mouth and began to suck it.

"Holy fuck!" Bobby exclaimed, and let go of the drape, wondering what the
hell kind of sick people these relatives of his were.

To be continued.