Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 08:59:44 -0800 (PST)
From: Boy Trainer <mndad1@yahoo.com>
Subject: Web Cam Wet Dreams Chapter 7 (Bisexual Incest)

Web Cam Wet Dreams

Chapter 7

(T)o (I)nsure (P)rompt (S)ervice

Our dads had no idea that breakfast was following them
down the hall when they came in and I'm sure Nakita
had even less of a clue as to what I was planning for
him.

I did debate whether I should even do what I had in
mind. After all just two days before I was absolutely
oblivious about everything including but not limited
to sex. Yet, the person I found myself turning into
was like a new kid on the block whom I had a deep
seeded need to get to know for some reason.

No sooner than the door was closed behind our dads did
we her the timid knock of Nakita's knuckles. "Room
service."

I was still sloshing limp-dicked in my mom's well used
twat and Pete was still bitch-slapping his dick
against mom's soaking wet face.

Pete's mom was behind the couch licking at mom's
dripping cunt and my slick dick. She probably didn't
even hear the knock and if she did she had no
intention of stopping.

Dad looked at me expectantly and waited for me and
Peter to stop what we were doing and get something on,
but I just looked at him and urged. "Breakfast is
getting cold dad. Let him in."


Suddenly I was in a stare down contest with dad and he
with me. At first he looked demanding at me, but I
stood firm in my convictions.

Then as if not to be out done by some punk kid he
loosened his sash while still leaving it somewhat
looped low. His robe opened a little, just enough to
show his hanging dick like a duck in a Chinese
butcher's window. He then breathed some bravery and
swung open the door as wide it would go.

I may have given my bullshit act away when I breathed
in a gasp of fright when I realized that someone else
could step into the hall, but I don't know. Luckily
though the hall was empty.

"We'll eat by the window." He pointed.

I wish I could've read Nakita's mind at that point. He
looked at me mock fucking my mom, but he couldn't see
that I was no longer imbedded in her. More to the
point it was being licked clean by Peter's mom.

He watched as peter continued to bitch slap my mom's
face with his hairless, but generously lengthy cock
and then he glanced over at my dad who was standing
with robe wide open and hands on his hips like the
jolly green giant on vacation.

Peter's dad and our two eleven year old sisters were
just standing there slack jawed in total disbelief.

"You heard him boy." I barked out of nowhere. "Over by
the window."

Nakita tentatively ushered the cart forward and
stopping when he reached us and looked down to see
Peter's mom still nursing on my expelled dick. Then
while shaking in total; I don't know what, started to
unfold the sides of the cart to form a small table
next to the one that was already there.

By the time he spun around I was standing blocking his
escape still sticky with my morning jiz. "I need some
cleaning before I can eat." I stated matter-of-factly
looking at the drying cum on my chest and belly.

With a gasp from everyone except Peter I reached up
and grabbing Nakita's shoulders pushed him to his
knees before me.

When he got on his knees he looked up at me totally
humiliated and with a tear rolling down his left
cheek. I didn't relent though I just grabbed the back
of his head and pulled it to my front and only when I
felt his tongue bathing my belly did I let loose
leaving him to work unassisted.

"We created a monster." My dad said to my mom.

"No dear." She responded stepping behind dad and
resting her cheek to the side of his arm. "We created
a king."

Pete's dad giggled and looking over at him said. "And
we created a queen."

Nakita hadn't quite finished lapping up my dried cum,
but I made my point for now. I lifted his chin to look
me in the eyes and said rather forcefully. "Be in this
room on your break."

"Yyyes sir." He stammered looking sheepishly at our
parents. He then got up to his feet and brushing
nothing off of his black slacks left the room.

I walked over to the two tables and pulled a chair up
for myself. I was feeling pretty full of myself at
that point, but mom burst out with. "Hold it right
there young man!"

I froze in a half seated position right in mid air and
waited while mom ran into Peter's and my bedroom and
returned holding some towels. She half unfolded one
and set it covering the seat of the chair and said.
"Now you can sit."

She then turned her head to face everyone in the eyes
as she added. "Being naked is fine and all that, but I
don't ever want to catch anyone sitting down without a
towel when you are. Do you got me?"

"Yes ma'am." I'm sure everyone dutifully answered. I
know Peter and I did.

To say things were a little tense while we ate would
be an understatement. There was no doubt in everyone's
mind that things had suddenly changed. Whether for the
better or worse was yet to be decided, but there was
no doubt that things would never be the same again.

Peter's family had never been close with mine and I
doubt that if events hadn't unfolded they way they did
our parents would be little more than acquaintances at
best.

My parents were so cold and conservative and Pete's
were so outgoing and youthful. They almost reminded me
of hippies without the long hair and psychedelic
micro-bus.

Then dad broke the silence with a clearing of his deep
voice. "I think we ADULTS (Stressing adults so there
was no doubt about whom he was talking about.) should
get dressed and go see about the campers."

"That's a good idea." Mom agreed and looking at our
sisters sternly said. "Obey your brother's while we're
gone."

The girls looked at each other and giggled. "Yeah
right."

It was right there and then did I realize that our
parents were going to be pushovers compared to our
sisters. For some reason my sister had always been
domineering over me. Even when we played well together
we always followed her rules and played what she
wanted to play.

For some reason that stranger who was taking control
over my body suddenly deserted me like a rat on a
sinking ship. As our parents left the room and I was
looking directly in Barbara's evil eyes and I felt my
old self return and a gulp of spit slowly slid down my
dry throat.

Once again there was awkward silence in the room
before Barbara gave a Cruella De Ville glance at me
and Peter who looked as though he was wrestling with
his own demons at the time. "So you boys ready for
real women?"

I looked around the room and asked. "Sure where are
they?"

Sharon got up. She stepped around to me, released her
robe from her shoulders and stood there naked. "So are
you as good awake as I hear you are asleep?"

I don't know why, but when I looked at her smooth girl
body I froze. In all that's been going on in my life
up till then I hadn't really given the girls much
thought.

First off and before all else I knew I was in love
with Peter. Peter had become my reason for living. He
was my heart and soul and nobody was more important
than him to me.

I knew I had two buns in the oven already. I might
even have a third brewing in my sister's womb, but
judging by how young Barbara was, probably not.

Perhaps it wasn't too late. I was in love with Peter
and I pictured in my minds eye Peter and I raising our
own family. However the chances Peter could get me
pregnant was nil as we all know, but there was our
sisters.

If Peter could impregnate my sister and I his then our
kids would both be blood siblings. Almost anyway.
Cousins really, but there was some dealing to do.

I stood up and pulled Peter by his upper arm to the
other side of the room. "Pete." I whispered in his
ear. "Do you love me?"

He looked surprised, but didn't hesitate. "You know I
do."

"Get my sister pregnant."

"What?" He gasped.

"Get her pregnant." I restated. "I'll get Sharon
pregnant and then we can raise the babies together and
they will be our blood."

"We're too young." He spat actually scared. "Besides
you may have already gotten Barbara pregnant."

"I know, but there's a chance I didn't." I reasoned.

"I don't know man." He backed.

I knew I was losing the argument. I had to do
something drastic to stay in the running. So being at
my wits end I resorted to a trick I must have seen my
mom use a million times to get what she wanted. I
grasped the back of his head and leaned in for a pity
kiss.

Our lips clicked away and I tenderly begged. "Please."
While batting my eyes. Then I leaned in and kissed him
again.

When our sticking lips finally pulled free from each
other's. I saw through his eyes the bending and
eventual breaking of his will. "Ok on one condition."

"What?"

"Since you may have already gotten Barbara pregnant
we'll switch back and forth, but I don't want either
of us to know who's the dad to either's kids."

"That sounds like a great idea." I smiled.

To be continued?

I haven't been writing much lately for a few reasons.

1 I wasn't getting much of a response to the story and
so I figured nobody was reading it.

2 It's been the holiday season and I do have a life
and family.

3 I found the story was going in a totally different
direction than I first intended, but I worked all that
out.

If you want further parts to this story don't stop the
input. It give me the desire to write more.

P.S. I know there was a blunder in the story. Perhaps
you read it and figured it out right off the bat.
Perhaps it wasn't as big a blunder as I thought, but I
will be more careful in the future.