Date: Sat, 31 Oct 2009 06:34:56 -0700 (PDT)
From: H. Rick Cantwell <jockhunger@yahoo.com>
Subject: Halloween 16 Chapter 8

      Halloween 18
      Chapter eight
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      As Collin fucked Caitlin, I rubbed his ass with one hand and his
chest with the other.  I tweaked his little nipples and even ran a finger
up his recently fucked hole.  It went in easily.
      When I removed it, he said, "You can fuck me if you want."
      I wanted.  And I did.  Only this time, I cummed right about the same
time Caitlin had her orgasm.  I wanted to kiss his neck or his ear or
something but he was too short for me to reach, so I just whispered, `Did
you feel that?"
      "Yeah, you cummed up my ass."
      "Is that okay?"
      "Yeah.  I wish I could have your baby."
      "Well, I'm afraid it doesn't work that way."
      "Yeah, I know.  Denny told me."
      "Is anyone rolling the dice?" Caitlin asked.
      "Unngh, unngh, unngh," Caleb said as he shot his load up his sister's
twat.
      "Unngh, unngh, unngh," Collin said squeezing the hell out of my cock
three times as he shot three bursts of infant juice up his sister's ass.
      "I think it's shower time," I said.
      "Yeah, I guess you're right." Caitlin said.  After we disengaged from
our tangle of arms and legs and she had her dress on again, she said, "Same
time tomorrow, boys?"
      "Same time tomorrow, sis," we three guys said.
      Sorry to say, Saturday we didn't get together
      Even sorrier to say, Sunday we didn't get together, either.
      On Monday it was Career Day at my school which meant we could skip
class and attend several seminars aimed at helping us decide what to do
after we graduated high school.  Since I knew I was going to go to college,
and I had been accepted at college in Illinois, I just showed up for
attendance-taking and then went over to Tiffany's.  She and I agreed we'd
hang by the pool all day.  That was the nice part of living in the south.
It was late November and with the unusually warm autumn we were having, we
could still swim ... in a heated pool.
      "Hey Tiff, where's my white trunks?" some man asked as he walked out
the back door of Tiffany's house.  He was wearing the black trunks I tried
to put on during my first visit ... the ones I couldn't get up past my
thighs.
      `Damn!  He's thin,' I thought from my mostly submerged position in
the pool.  Swimming up to the edge, I said, "Um, she loaned them to me.
Sorry."
      "No problem.  You know they're transparent when they get wet, don't
you?" the guy said with an easily-likable smile.
      "Yeah, I found that out once before."
      "And you still wear them?  Good for you.  I like a guy who's daring.
I'm Chris, Tiffany's brother."
      ""Hi, I'm Connor.  And uh, it's not an option.  I was told I can't
swim in Tiffany's pool unless I wear these."
      "Really?"
      "Yeah my family and friends had a vote.  I got out-voted eight to
one."
      "Nice friends you've got."
      "Yeah, tell me about it."
      As he reached down to shake my hand, I reached up.  As our hands
touched, just slightly, he fell forward ... heels-over-head ... like I had
pulled him into the pool.  He came up sputtering.
      "I didn't pull him in," I protested.
      "He does that with everyone," Tiffany said from her sunning position
on the lounge chair ... the one I had jacked off in during that first
visit.
       "So, are you boning my sister?"
      "Umm, what?" I stammered.  "I mean, no.  We're just friends."
      "Too bad.  She needs someone like you in her life."
      "Like me?" I asked treading water to stay afloat in the deep end.
      "Yeah, someone who's handsome, hung and has good friends."
      Blushing I said, "Thanks."  Then the word `hung' rang in my ears like
a church bell.  I looked and saw he was ogling my crotch.  Instinctively I
looked at his.  It looked like he had a good sized piece of meat, too
... long but slender arching up toward his right hip.  But, of course, in
that style swimsuit, it would HAVE to be thin.
      "Uh ... I think what you're seeing is being distorted by the water,"
I said modestly.
      "You mean it's really BIGGER than that?" he chuckled and then swam to
the other end of the pool.  The efficiency of every move of his arms and
legs proved he was a devoted swimmer.  His ass cheeks rocking back and
forth with each stroke clad in those slick black briefs were just as
delectable as Caleb's and Collin's.  During his back-stroke lap I saw his
pouch stuck out above his hips noticeably.  He did several more laps before
coming back.  "Gonna get some sun."
      "K," I said, realizing he was also very pale.
      I stayed in the pool long enough for my hard-on to go down, somewhat.
      As I got out, Tiffany got up, offering me her lounge chair ... my
lounge chair ... and said, "I'll go get us some drinks."
      Not knowing how to begin talking to her brother but wanting him to
know I was a friendly sort of guy, I said, "So, uh, you're Tiffany's
brother, huh?"
      "Yep, all her life.  I was 10 when she was born.  I'm the last boy.
The rest were girls after that."
      "Oh, yeah, that would make you Miss Brenda's brother, too."
      "Ryan has you calling his wife Miss Brenda, too?" Chris asked with a
chuckle.
      Blushing because I didn't want to tell him it gave me a hard-on, I
said, "Yeah, I guess so."
      "Ryan still throws a boner whenever he says it," Chris said.
      "Really?" I asked as if it were news to me.
      "So why aren't you and my sister dating?  You gay?"
      "NO!" I said a little too emphatically.  Then I said, "Hell, I'd LOVE
to date her.  But she's got a boyfriend."
      "Really?" Chris said in a questioning tone.
      Hearing the question, I said, "Yeah, I think so.  She's got ..." and
I stopped before I revealed she had men's underwear in the bottom drawer of
the master bedroom bureau.
      "Men's cologne in the bathroom?" Chris offered.
      "Uh, yeah," I said, glad to get off that hook.
      "That's mine.  I leave it here for when I visit.  But I didn't know
it was having an adverse affect on her love life."
      "Maybe it isn't.  She just doesn't seem interested in me."
      "Have you told her you're interested in her?"
      Thinking back over the short time I had known her I said, "No, I
guess I haven't."
      "You should.  That's the only way she'll know."
      "Fuck, half the time I'm so tongue-tied around her all I can do is
mumble."  Then recalling the jacking off stunt in front of her I added, "Or
do something stupid."
      "Yeah, guys are like that around girls.  Most guys anyway."
      "Yeah, not Denny," I chuckled.
      Chris laughed easily and agreed, "Yeah, not Denny."
      "Are you married?" I asked, not knowing anything else to ask.
      "No.  Um, confirmed bachelor."  After a long silence, he asked, "So,
you still in school?"
      "Yeah.  Senior."
      "Same as Tiffany."
      "Yeah.  Same grade, different schools."
      "Have you applied to any colleges?"
      "One in northern Illinois has accepted me."
      "Really, I think Tiffany applied to a college in Illinois, too."
      "I think it would be fuckin' awesome to go to college with her, get
to know her better.  Get her away from all these giggly girlfriends of hers
and ... you know ... be a friend from home kind of guy she could talk to
and whatever."
      "By whatever, do you mean ..." and Chris let his voice trail off.
      "That only happens in my dreams.  I'm too much of a geek for girls
... the marrying kind of girls ... to be interested in me."  I couldn't
tell him the only girl showing any interest in having sex with me was my
little sister.
      "Heaven knows, it would be a good match."
      "Are you two talking church talk?" Tiffany scolded as she returned
with the drinks.  After placing the tray on the table, she moved a deck
chair to sit between Chris and me.  There was a whiskey and Pepsi for me,
some kind of an orange juice drink for her and a glass of red wine for
Chris.
      "No we're not talking church, and thanks, you're so thoughtful,"
Chris said, raising his glass of wine.
      "I know what you like," Tiffany said seductively.  Then added, "But I
won't tell."
      "It's true," I said.  "Tiffany knows I like Pepsi.  Even my own
sister serves me whiskey and Coke."
      "She does, does she?" Chris said playfully wiggling his eyebrows at
Tiffany.
      "That's not all I know that he likes," Tiffany said.  "Things I could
tell you about him would curl your pubes.  Oh, they're already curly,
aren't they?" she said with a laugh.
      I had never seen Tiffany this playful.
      "Like what?" Chris asked interestedly.
      "Let's just say, our two families are very similar.
      Relieved I said, "Uh, yeah, I think what she means is, I have a gay
brother.  At least I think he is.  I mean, he is right now.  But that's
okay, I still love him."
      "Like Ryan loves Denny," Tiffany said.
      "Yeah," I agreed, knowing how much Ryan adored his kids.
      There was another long lull in the conversation.
      "So," Tiffany said, "where's your parish going to be?"
      "Indiana for starters," Chris said.
      "It gets cold there," she said.
      "Yeah, I found that out in seminary school."
      "How long will you have to stay there?"
      "I can stay as long as my congregation likes me ... or until I find
another congregation somewhere else."
      "So it won't be permanent," Tiffany said with a tone of relief in her
voice.
      "I hope not!"  I miss all this warm weather!"
      Tiffany pouted a little.
      "But most of all, I'll miss my little sister."
      Tiffany smiled.
      It finally dawned on me and I blurted out, "You're a priest!"
      "Newly-ordained," Tiffany beamed with pride.
      I recalled saying "fuck, hell, damn and god only knows what else in
front of him and blushed.
      "Oh my god.  I mean ..." and then I was speechless because every word
that wanted to come out of my mouth was a curse word or a blasphemy to God.
      "Uncle Chris!" Denny screamed as he rounded the corner of the house.
Behind him were Caitlin, Caleb and Collin.
      Being a gentleman, Chris stood up to shake hands with Ryan and
Caitlin.  Then he leaned down to hug his nephew.
      "See, I told you he had a big one," Denny said to Collin.
      "Damn!  It looks like you've got a fuckin' anaconda trapped in
there," Collin said.
      "Collin!" I shouted, "he a priest."
      Collin looked stunned ... at first.  Then he said, "Damn, father, you
look like you've got a fuckin' anaconda trapped in there."
      When we all stopped laughing and Collin had properly apologized,
Chris said, "It's okay.  I'm part of the family."  Sitting down again
... so the boys would stop ogling his cock ... he said, "I come home so I
can let my hair down, so to speak.  So, a LITTLE playfulness is okay."
      When Chris said that about his hair, Denny flicked his hand beside
his neck pretending to toss long locks of hair behind his shoulder ... like
in those shampoo ads.
      Then Chris rubbed Collins head appreciatively.  "Personally, I think
we NEED a few more honest speaking people in this world."
      "That's why he loves ME," Denny said, jumping up to sit in his
uncle's lap.  Then he full-on mouth kissed Chris ... closed mouthed.
      Chris did multiple kisses and then said, "You have to go swim, now."
      "Why?  Am I giving you a hard-on?" Denny asked.
      "Yes and you know it!"
      "Yeah, I could feel it moving."
      "Go!"
      I couldn't help but look.  The head of his cock had snaked around his
hip part way.  I turned away before it gave ME a hard-on.
      "So, uh, that's why you're not married," I said, to ease the recent
tension ... "because you're a priest?"
      "That and other reasons," Tiffany said.
      "Sis," Chris warned.
      "Trust me, it'll be all right."
      Ryan said, "Yeah, Connor and I go way back, huh, buddy?"
      I thought, `Yeah, way back to about six weeks ago.'  Then I recalled
all the things that had happened in those six weeks and laughed.  "Yeah,
way back."
      "So which one is gay?" Chris asked.
      "Oh, uh, well ..."
      "That's okay.  I shouldn't have asked.  It's just ... Brenda and Ryan
are so open about Denny I just assume all families were the same way."
      I didn't know how to tell him about Caleb and Collin without
implicating myself in the process.
      "It's a long story," Ryan said.
      I sighed with relief, silently thanking Ryan for rescuing me.
      "I think you'll need to drink the rest of that bottle of wine while
he tells you all about it."
      I just about fainted.
      "I'll go," Tiffany said, "but don't start until I get back.  In fact,
I'll refresh all the drinks."
      I squirmed in my lounger, like it was an electric chair just warming
up.  But I was quickly distracted by her ample bosom giggling in front of
me as she leaned down to collect the empty glasses.  They were so round and
full it looked like they would fall out of her bikini top at any moment.
She took her time, putting one glass at a time back on the tray.  Then she
lifted the tray up until it was just barely beneath her breasts causing
them to look like she was carrying a dessert tray.  When she turned to go
back in the house, I watched as her well-rounded ass swayed from side to
side invitingly.
      The always perceptive Denny came over with a bucket of water and
splashed it on my crotch.  "Have you seen his big thingy, Uncle Chris?"
      "Only in the pool," he said as he watched the white trunks slowly
turn transparent.  "He sat down so quickly when he got out of the pool
earlier, I didn't get a chance to look."
      "You mean you would have?" I asked.
      "Just because he's a priest," Ryan said, "it doesn't mean he has to
give up the simple pleasures in life."
      "But I thought," I said, blushing as my cock not only became more
visible but visibly bigger.
      "He's a Presbyterian priest.  He can get married.  He can be gay."
      "So long as I don't act on that aspect of my life publically."
      "Really?" I said.  "I didn't know."  Then thinking about everything
again quickly, I asked, "So you're not married because you're ...?"
      "Well, let's put it this way," Chris said as Tiffany returned with
the drinks, "if my sister's not interested in you as a boyfriend, I
certainly am."
      "Oh, fuck!" I moaned as I felt a drop of pre-cum ooze from my piss
slit.  `Why do I ooze pre-cum when we talk about homosexuality?' I thought.
      "Only in private," Chris said to my `oh fuck' remark.  "That's why I
like coming home. I know my family will never reveal what I do in private.
But if YOU'RE willing, I'm willing."
      "Can I watch?" Tiffany asked.
      "What!" I shouted.
      "Well, I've seen you jack-off.  I'd like to see what else that bad
boy can do."
      "You've seen him jack-off?" Chris said in disbelief.  Then he got a
look on his face like he wished he had been there, too.
      "In that same chair," Tiffany said, pointing to where I was sitting.
"Brenda and I caught him showing Denny how to masturbate."
      "I was not!" I protested.  "The little devil ... oops, sorry ... the
little ... scamp coerced me into it."  Then looking at Ryan accusatively I
said, "And his father was of no help at all."
      "You mean he wouldn't help you jack-off?" Chris asked mockingly.
      "No, I mean, he helped Denny set me up."
      "Oh, yeah, I know how that feels," Chris said knowingly.
      "They did that to you, too?" I asked.
      "More than once."
      I began to feel much better about having that part of my life
revealed to an almost perfect stranger.
      "Then there was Halloween night," Tiffany said.
      I blushed.
      "Yeah, that's when he found out his brother's had the hots for him,"
Ryan said.
      "Brothers?" Chris asked, "with an `s'?"
      "Yeah, and his sister, too." Tiffany said.
      I felt my heart stop.  I tried to count the number of beats it missed
before it started up again but the ringing in my ears distracted me ... as
I waited for the lightning bolt.
      "So we really are a lot alike, huh?" Chris said.
      "Are you guys always this open and honest about sex?" I asked.
      Grippng my still-wet crotch Ryan said, "And up front."  His hand
rested there a moment longer than the last time he groped me.
      "Well, Chris is certainly up front about it, too," I said
defensively.  I looked over and couldn't see the head of his cock because
it had snaked around his hip further.
      "Are you getting bigger?" Ryan asked, squeezing my cock again.
      "Yeah, it gets that way when somebody touches it."
      "No, I mean really bigger.  You're longer than before and a little
bit-more big around."
      "I don't think so," I said, not thinking I had grown.
      "Let's measure," Tiffany said.  "You guys always want to have this
pissing contest about who's bigger, let's measure."
      "No, that's okay," I protested.
      "Chris, whip yours out," Tiffany said like she was saying `pass the
salt.'
      Standing, he lowered the front of his trunks, freeing his cock.  It
was so long it rested at a horizontal position from the weight of it.
      "Now yours," Tiffany said.
      I stood, freeing my cock the same way.
      "Now put 'em together."
      I inched closer to Chris.  Seeing I wasn't going to go all the way,
he stepped up till the tip of my cock was nuzzling his balls.
      "Yep, I'd definitely say longer than before," Ryan said.  "Chris is
eight inches and it's not even touching your pubic hair, Connor."
      I was kinda shocked but proud at the same time, knowing I was still
growing ... at age 16.
      "Okay, Ryan," Chris said, "Whip yours out."
      "No, we all know mine's not anywhere near as long as either of you."
      "Do it," Chris threatened, "or I won't pray for forgiveness for your
transgressions."
      Ryan reluctantly pulled the waistband of his boxer short style
swimsuit down to his thighs.
      "Put yours under Connor," Chris said.  Then once we were in place,
Chris stepped hip to hip with me and placed his cock as close to mine as he
could.  The two together weren't as big around as Ryan's.
      "Damn, that must hurt like a mutha-fucker," I said.  "Oops, sorry."
      "I bet it does," Chris said.  "But if he weren't my brother-in-law,
I'd sure as hell try to find out."
      I was shocked to hear Chris use the word hell like that.
      Retuning to a more modest mode of dress, we all sat down again.
      "So, you've had sex with both your brothers AND your sister," Chris
said.
      "Yeah, I guess I'm gonna go to hell for three eternities."
      "He's so sexually active," Tiffany said.
      "Oh really?"
      "Yeah, those three, Denny and God only know how many more," Tiffany
elaborated.
      "Hey, it's just those three ... four," I said defensively.
      "How about you sis?  How many guys ... or girls have you been with?"
Chris asked.
      "Well at least I can say I've only had sex with ONE of MY brothers,"
Tiffany accused jokingly.
      "What can I say?" I said defensively.  "I'm a sex fiend.  I have sex
with my two brothers and my sister all the time.  Wait!  Did you say you
have sex with your brother?  Who?  Which one?  I mean ... no, I shouldn't
have asked that."
      "It's okay," Tiffany said reassuringly.  "I told you that so we can
discuss it."
      "Oh yeah, I forgot.  I'm dealing with an open, honest, educational
family."
      "Me," Chris said.
      "Yes, I agree, you were open and honest, too ... even if it WAS a
little after I embarrassed myself by saying shit, hell, damn and piss in
front of you first."
      "No, I mean I'm Tiffany's brother/lover."
      "Oh."
      That was all I could say.  His disclosure knocked the wind out of my
sails.  I knew what kind of relationship I had with Caitlin ... and the
boys ... so I knew right then and there I wouldn't have an iceberg's chance
against global warming of getting a date with Tiffany.  `Like they say,
blood is thicker than water,' I thought.
      Like Sir Galahad to the rescue ... or whoever ... Denny said, "C'mon
Connor let's go swimming."
      Paris already had Chris' hand and was tugging him toward a standing
position.
      "Yeah," I said, sadly, "I think I need to cool down."  Once I was in
the water, I realized I couldn't let this news ruin the day for everyone
else, so I tried to brighten my mood so we could all have fun.
      Even so, I couldn't stop myself from thinking, `Why is it that guys
are always hitting on me?  I'm sure Chris is a nice enough guy but
... fuck! ...he's a priest!'  Then I shook off those thoughts.  However,
after playing with the kids for a while, my mind returned to my plight.  `I
guess it's only natural for gay guys to be attracted to the guy with the
big dick.  But why don't the girls appreciate that, too?  I mean, it sure
wouldn't hurt my feelings any if a chick said, "If you're not interested in
my brother, you can be MY boyfriend."  Why is it always the other way
around?'
      At some point, I realized Tiffany had joined us and was swimming
between our legs teasingly.  She would come up behind me and press her wet
boobs against my bare back and I'd just about shoot a load each time.  But
just as quickly she was off teasing someone else ... even Denny.  But it
was when she was teasing Chris that I felt the most miserable.
      Caitlin didn't help my boner issue much either.  Unlike Tiffany,
Caitlin would rub her bikini-clad perky little breast against my chest and
all but sit on my cock ... if it had been out of my trunks.  Even Paris
would grab my crotch once in a while just out of curiosity, I guess.
      And as I watched Tiffany being playful, I tried not to be jealous but
I couldn't help it.  I knew she was teasing all of us equally, including
Ryan so it's not like she was TRYING to make me jealous.  I just wished she
would be this playful around me when her brother ... brother/lover
... wasn't around.  Then maybe I'd have a chance to ... then I thought,
`What?  Steal her away from her brother?  God, you're such a nerd.'
      That's about the time Denny and Caleb both ganged up on me.  I ended
up groping them and they were groping me.  I was surprised when Ryan joined
in and suggested we all dispense with the suits.  Even more surprising to
me was that Tiffany was the first one naked.  `God she's beautiful!'
      "Oooh, are these for me?" she asked, gripping first one cock and then
the other.
      "No," Caitlin said, doing the same thing.  "I think they're for me."
      "Now, now, girls," Ryan admonished.  "First rule of kindergarten is
learning to share."
      "Yeah!" I said enthusiastically.  Then, hoping to corner him, I said,
"Ain't that right Chris?  Learn to share."
      "I'm all for sharing," he said with a wicked smile.
      I hoped Tiffany was paying attention.  Then I realized he meant her
sharing me with him... not him sharing her with me.
      For all the nudity, the afternoon was only fun and frolic ... no
fucking.  I guess we were all too self-conscious about meeting Father Chris
for the first time ... us meeting him and him meeting us.  The kids all
whined when I said we had to go.  Ryan backed me up this time and ushered
his two to the car ... the two of them carrying their swimsuits.  I made my
guys put their suits back on.  I knew Mom and Dad were not ready for THIS
much education ... no matter what they said at Thanksgiving dinner.
      "It was nice meeting you, Father Chris," I said extending my hand and
trying not to sound venomous.  I mean, I really did like the guy.  It was
just a shocker to learn he was my only competition.
      "At home, it's just Chris.  That `Father' thing makes me feel
ancient."
      "Okay, Chris."
      "I hope we can get together again sometime," Chris said, shaking my
hand ... holding it a lot longer than a normal handshake.
      `Am I throwing off some kind of gay vibrations that only guys can
pick up on?  I've read about "Gaydar."  Is that my problem?  Maybe I'm gay
and just don't know it.  Maybe I'm gay and just won't admit it!  Fuck!'
      Instead of saying what I was thinking, I said, "If Tiffany allows it,
we can."
      "Yeah, she DOES seem to be in charge, doesn't she?" Chris laughed.
"Bye."
      And we left.
      However, it was just Ryan, Caitlin and me at Tiffany's the following
Saturday morning.  We were called to a meeting having something to do about
Brenda.

      To be continued.  Send comments, if you want, to jockhunger@yahoo.com