Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2012 19:46:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Hairy Guy <gayandhrny@yahoo.com>
Subject: Family Fun Parts 1 & 2

Family Fun (gay/highschool/masturbation/incest)
By: Gayandhrny (gayandhrny@yahoo.com)

Author's note:

Greetings Nifty reader!  Thank you for reading my story.  I've written a
few on here (almost all of which are technically "in process", as I never
seem to truly finish them), but none quite like this.

This one is a bit different for me, as it will include some straight teen
sex, as well as some incest (neither of which I've really written about).
I have a pretty good idea of where I want this one to go, and I have some
time right now to write; so, I hope to have a complete story up before the
end of September.

I've come to realize that I have a bit of a masturbation fetish, so that
will play a key element in this story (as it has in pretty much all my
other stories).  My other writings focus on middle-school aged boys (and
really the first couple of sections of this one do too--they provide the
important backstory elements for what comes later).  You may notice some
similarities to other stories I've written ("Chronicles of Ryan," in
particular)--this is, in part, because I feel like there are elements
there that I would like to explore more.

If you want to read other things I've written, you can find them by copy
and pasting the links below:

http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/gay/young-friends/camp-youngwood/
http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/gay/young-friends/chronicles-of-ryan/
http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/gay/young-friends/after-school-special.html
http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/gay/young-friends/best-friends-get-closer/

On a side note, I do enjoy hearing from readers who have enjoyed what I've
written--it certainly encourages me to continue to write.

Please only continue to read if it is legal for you to do so.  I'm assuming
you're here because this type of thing turns you on--as it does me.  But
remember that this is all fiction--a fantasy designed to arouse.  It has
no bearing on real life--although I strive for realism in my writing.  I
do not encourage nor condone acts of incest.  That being said, one of my
first crushes was on my older brother ;)

All right...enough with this.... on to the story.


Prologue:

It was only a matter of time, I suppose.  For as often as I jerked off, and
as daring as I was with where I chose to do it, it was perhaps inevitable
that I would be caught.  I guess I should be thankful that it wasn't my
mom.

Instead, my older brother, Mark, caught me.  At 17, he's 3 years older than
me (give or take a few months).  Being brothers, we have quite a bit in
common--we both love baseaball (go Mariners!), we both enjoy running (I
started doing cross country this year in 9th grade; he's on the track
team), and we both were raised to treat other people well.

We both share a lot of our physical traits, as well.  We both have black
hair and blue eyes, for example--we get it from our mom.  I have her
nose, too (kind of a slightly upturned button nose).  Mark has my dad's
nose, straight and hawk-like.  I also have some freckles across my cheeks
and face, another thing I get from mom. We're both pretty good looking, or
so mom tells us!

He's about 5 inches taller than my 5'5" frame at the moment, although I'm
pretty sure I'll be about his height soon.  I started my growth spurt near
the end of 8th grade, and have gotten a lot taller in the last 3 months.
I'm glad to add the height, but I'm more glad to be adding some other
things, too--like armpit hair, leg hair, and yes, some pubic hair.
Starting to look more like a grown up makes me feel more like one.  If
Mark's any indicator, I'll have some nice chest hair in a year or two, as
well.

At our high school, he's pretty popular, while I'm just starting to find my
social footing.  Mark is funny, smart, and handsome--everything I hope to
be when I'm a little older.  He's been dating Rebecca, his girlfriend, for
about a year now.  She's also pretty and smart.  I've idolized him for as
long as I can remember.

I have two close friends, Neil and Jackson, who I've known since 3rd grade;
but other than that, I just have a lot of acquaintances.  I haven't had a
girlfriend since 7th grade--I just don't get girls.  I don't know how to
talk to them, how to let them know I think they're cool.  It's not that I'm
not interested; it's just that I get all awkward around them.  It probably
doesn't help that it seems like whenever I talk to one, I sprout a
steel-hard boner.  Trying to act cool while making sure you aren't showing
a tent is harder than it seems!

This has been even more true since I hit my growth spurt in the spring.  In
March, my dick was only about 4 inches when I had a woody.  Since I've
grown, it's more like 6 inches.  Don't get me wrong; I'm glad it's gotten
bigger.  It just makes is more difficult to hide unwanted wood.

Of course, when I want wood--like at night, just after I go to bed, when
I have some time and privacy--I'm glad to have the new inches to play
with.  I started jacking off a couple of years ago in 7th grade, and have
been dedicated to it ever since.


Part One: The Accidental Teacher

Mark doesn't know it, but he's the one who taught me how to jack off.  I
had heard it referred to in conversations with friends and on the
schoolyard, but I didn't really know what it was all about.  My dad had had
"the talk" with me when I was 11, but he didn't really go into it--and
when I asked him about it, he just said that all guys do it.  I just didn't
know what "it" was!

So how did Mark come to teach me about how to do it?  We were on a family
vacation near the end of summer before I started 7th grade (he was going
into 10th).  Our parents had decided to take a trip south from our home in
Seattle to California--we were going to go on a camping adventure (our
parents love the outdoors) in Redwoods National Forest and then to
Yosemite.

Mom and Dad are not big on staying in hotels or cabins or anything like
that.  It was decided that we would stay in tents--they would have one,
we would have another.  The trip was to last about 10 days.

Well, about halfway through the trip (we'd had a great time, even seen a
bear!), I noticed that Mark seemed to be getting a little edgy.  He was
being short with the Ôrents, which was unlike him.  We have always
gotten along really well, but he seems to be angry with me at times for no
good reason.

I had been enjoying sharing a tent with him.  We would stay up late,
talking about what we had done that day, how much the Mariners sucked this
year, about his goal to get a new girlfriend once school started--guy
stuff.  We would take turns changing in the tent, and respected each
other's privacy.  One morning I had seen the bulge of his morning wood in
his boxerbriefs when he got up to go take a piss outside, but I didn't
think anything of it.  Looking back on it, having to share the tent with me
for a prolonged length of time must have been very challenging to his
teenage libido.

So anyway, it was on about the 5th or 6th night of the trip that I learned
more about beating off.  We had stayed up late, as always, talking about
whatever.  As we got more tired, and conversation started to lag, I was
startled to hear what sounded like a woman moaning somewhere outside our
tent.

"Mark, do you hear that?"

He paused for a moment.

"Yeah, I do."

"What do you think it is?"

"You really don't know?" he replied, somewhat smugly.

"How would I?"  I was puzzled by his response.  He was usually good about
not being condescending to me.

"Dude, mom and dad are going at it."

"Going at what?"

Mark didn't answer right away as he let me try to figure it out.  Suddenly,
it dawned on me.  Mom and dad were...having sex!  I was floored.  Sure, I
knew the basics of the facts of life (penis in vagina equals baby), but I
had never conceived that my parents still did it.  I didn't know sex could
also be for fun.

"Oh!"

"Oh! is right, little bro."

I listened more intently.  I had never heard sounds like mom was making.
As I listened more carefully, I thought I heard a wet slapping sound.  As I
listened, I felt my penis go stiff in my boxers, and press against the
ground beneath me.  I felt a slight tingle in my groin--it felt good, but
weird at the same time.  I had had boners before, but this one felt
different somehow.

In my mind, I tried to picture what was happening, and questions I had
never really thought of flooded my brain: how do they do it?  How big was
dad's dick?  How often do they do it? What does it feel like?

"Sounds like dad's really giving it to her, doesn't it?"

Mark's question brought me out of my own mind and back to tent.

"Um, I guess."

I heard him shift around in his sleeping bag.  In the dim light of the
tent, I could see him roll onto his side away from me, and he moved his arm
into the bag.

"Bri, don't sweat it.  Go to sleep--it sounds like they'll be done soon."

Why he thought that, I don't know--but sure enough, a couple minutes
later, mom's moans got louder, and I could even hear dad grunt a few times.
Shortly thereafter, I couldn't hear anything else from their tent.  Sleepy
after a long day, I fell asleep, with my stiff dick still trapped between
my body and the ground.

I don't know how long I was asleep, and I'm not entirely sure what woke me
up, but I found myself unexpectedly awake sometime later that night.  I was
a bit disoriented, and I could see that Mark's sleeping bag was empty.  My
penis had softened, and I felt a need to pee.  Our campsite was a short
distance from the bathrooms, so I decided to go drain my lizard.  I got out
of my sleeping bag and pulled on a pair of mesh basketball shorts.  I found
my flashlight and I left the tent, and walked over to the bathroom.

As I approached, I was surprised to see the light was on.  I was walking
quietly in my bare feet, so I doubt Mark heard me approach.  As I walked in
(it was the style of bathroom that has a maze-like entry for privacy, but
no door), I once again heard a sound I couldn't identify.  It was fast,
squishy, and repetitive.  I also thought I could hear someone quietly
moaning--it sounded like Mark.

Glancing around the bathroom, I could see a set of feet under the door of
one of the stalls.  Curious as to what was happening, and not wanting to
bother my brother, I quietly entered the stall next to the one he was
in--the door was wide open.  I was getting ready to pull my shorts down
and pee when I noticed a small hole drilled in the wall, next to the toilet
paper dispenser.  I leaned down to take a look.

What I saw took me by surprise.  Mark was leaning back against the toilet,
eyes closed.  In his right hand, I could clearly see his stiff dick--it
looked a lot bigger than mine, and the head was purple.  I guessed it was
around 7 inches, and I noticed he had a bush of black hair all around the
base.  It looked like there was some kind of lotion on it, which was
causing the squishy sound.  Mark's breath was coming in gasps, and I
noticed a blotchy flush on his chest and face.

His hand was quickly rubbing up and down his cock.  His left hand was
behind his head, cushioning it against the wall.  I had never seen anything
like this before.  My dick got stiff for the second time that night as I
watched my brother masturbate.  I could see clear drops of fluid dripping
of the tip.  He would stop every few moments to spread the fluid around the
head, adding it to the lotion he was using as lubricant.

I held my breath as I was watching him, and I dared not move a muscle.  I
didn't want to interrupt whatever it was he was doing, as I was afraid I'd
make him angry.  I knew what I was seeing was meant to be private.

I was also excited--now the hand gestures I had seen from some of the
boys at school made sense!  This was what jacking off was!

After a couple of minutes of watching, I saw his stomach muscles tighten up
and his legs tense.  His hips lifted off the toilet seat, and all of a
sudden, he stopped stroking and opened his eyes.  With a loud gasp, he
started coming--the first spurt of semen hit him squarely between his
nipples. He moved his hand up and down once, and another squirt followed,
this one landing near his belly button.  Gasping again, another spurt
emerged, landing in his pubes.  Two more strokes, and more fluid oozed out
onto his hand, running over his knuckles.  The thick white fluid was all
over him.  I had never seen him look so intense as he was in that moment.

Finally, with a sigh, he relaxed back against the toilet.  He stroked up
and down his shaft a couple more times, milking out a little more sperm.

My own penis was practically throbbing in my underwear.  I had never felt
so...so.... so HORNY before!  I knew I had to try what I had just seen him
doing.  But first, I had to get out of the bathroom without him knowing I
was there.

Thankfully, he gave me some cover when he sat forward and began to get some
toilet paper to clean himself up with.  The noise of the toilet paper roll
gave me just enough cover to tip toe out of the stall and bathroom.  I made
my way quickly back toward the tent, my own tent leading the way.  As I got
nearer, I remembered why I had gone to the bathroom in the first place.  I
still had to pee.

Glancing around, I found a tree just behind our tent, and pulled out my 3?
stiff inches.  My boner stands up from my groin, pointing toward the sky.
Pushing it down slightly, I let fly with my stream, the pee arcing up into
the air before splashing against the tree.  Once my bladder was drained, I
tucked my dick away, and returned to the tent.

I heard Mark return a couple of minutes later, and soon the sound of his
gentle snoring told me he was asleep.  I had a much harder time going
under, as my mind kept wandering back to the events of the night.
Eventually, though, I dozed off.

The next morning, everyone in the family seemed to be in a great mood.  The
attitude Mark had been copping lately disappeared, and mom and dad were all
smiles.  I figured it must have had something to do with the fun they had
each had the night before.

I wanted desperately to try what I had seen Mark do, but never had a chance
on the trip.  It wasn't until we got home a few days later that I got
first-hand experience with the joys of the flesh.

Part Two: Self-Discovery

The rest of the trip went well.  We explored Yosemite for a few days,
hiking the trails and seeing the sights.  For the rest of the trip I stayed
up later than everyone else, hoping for a repeat performance from mom and
dad, or Mark, but nothing else happened.  I did find myself looking at Mark
differently though, especially in the mornings.  I tried to see his morning
wood each day, but he always turned away from me when he was putting his
shorts on.

My own penis seemed to be getting harder more than ever for those remaining
days.  It seemed like I was thinking about Mark's dick, or the sounds mom
and dad made, every 10 seconds, and I would spring a boner. I got very good
at hiding them over those last few days.

Although I enjoyed the trip, I was anxious to get home.  The first night
home would my first real chance to try what I had seen Mark doing, and I
could hardly wait.  That afternoon and evening seemed never ending.  After
helping dad unpack all the gear, we helped mom make dinner.  Everyone
seemed tired, and I think we were all ready to sleep in our beds.

During the summer, my bedtime was 10:00.  With as tired as we all seemed, I
begged off at a little after 9:00.  After brushing my teeth and saying
goodnight to everyone, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed.
Even as I was taking off my shorts, I could feel my penis start to stiffen
in anticipation.

I could feel a tingle in the head as it slid across the cotton of my
underwear.  Under my covers, I reached down and squeezed my boner through
my boxers.  The tingle grew stronger, and my balls got tight.

I flipped my penis out of the fly of my underwear, and squeezed it in my
fist.  Although Mark had used some sort of lotion on his dick, I hadn't
been able to figure out how to get some in my bedroom without making my
parents suspicious.  I'll never forget really wrapping my hand around my
cock and stroking it for the first time--it felt amazing!  My boner
felt...urgent, demanding.  As I slid my hand over the tip, there was an
explosion of sensation.  I didn't imagine how it could get any better than
how I felt in that moment.

I was wrong.

Remembering what I had seen Mark do, I began to rub my thin shaft up and
down, pumping my dick with my right hand.  Up, down, up, down...each
stroke felt better than the last.  I was super aware of what was happening
within my body--I could feel my muscles start to tighten in my legs and
feet; my breath began to grow short, like I was running in gym class; and
my nuts, which I was gently squeezing with my left hand, began to pull up
tight to my body (the had dropped about two months before).

I heard a strange squeaking noise, and wondered briefly where it was coming
from--until I realized it was coming from me!  The pleasure was making me
make noises I had never made before.  I worried that it might cause my
parents to hear me, but decided it wasn't too loud.

I began to speed up my stroking as the pleasure grew within me.  I started
to sweat a little bit, so I pulled tugged my sheets down.  I could feel
something building inside me, and my hips lifted off the bed.  Just as it
was beginning to feel like I might explode, I had a sudden urge to pee!
"Not now!" I thought.  I tried to stop what I was doing, but just as I
swung my legs over the side of the bed (to make a run for the bathroom),
the sensations over took me and penis throbbed wildly in my hand.

I heard a quiet "splat" as something hit the carpet in front of me.  I was
worried I was pissing on the floor, but it felt a lot different than when I
peed.  I was gasping for breath as this happened, and I simply could not
believe how great it felt.  I could feel more dribble out of my dick and
over my hand.

My dick spasmed in my hand a few more times as my first ever orgasm
subsided.  I collapsed back on my bed, my sticky hand cradling my softening
dick.  Experimentally, I tried to stroke it again.  I was shocked with how
sensitive the head suddenly was!  I had noticed before I shot that touching
the head had felt particularly good, but now I couldn't bear to touch it.

After a couple of minutes, I had caught my breath.  I pulled off my
underwear, and used it to wipe off my hand and cock.  After tossing them in
the hamper in my closet, I quietly walked over to my dresser and got out a
fresh pair of boxers and slipped them on.  I climbed back into bed, and
with a feeling of contentment I had not known before, feel into a deep
sleep.



...and that does it for the first part of the story.  I have an outline of
future chapters, which will likely include some straight sex between Mark
and Rebecca, as well as some incest once we learn about how Mark catches
Brian in the act!

Thanks again for reading.  If you enjoyed the story, please let me know!