Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2008 08:10:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Harry Rod <harryrod575@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kyle and Hank - Chapter 68

And I thought that I had been whisked off to the land of far far away.  I
couldn't even imagine what might be in store for the rest of the long
weekend.  It was just the first evening!  I mentally shook my head and
Donkey made some sexual innuendo that was lost on the children.

I must have dozed off, because Hank woke me, "Hey, sleepy head, it's time
for bed."  The children were being carried upstairs, and Hank and I went to
our rooms.  Out of habit, I stripped down as soon as I was in the room, but
then thought and grabbed my boxers.

"What's up with the boxers?" Hank said, as he stepped out his.

"I just thought.." I stammered.  "I mean, your brothers, parents, families,
I just thought..."

He laughed.  "Look everyone is used to seeing people naked.  My brothers
grew up that way.  Even their kids have seen everyone naked.  It is just an
open house; nothing sexual about it between the kids or families."

To prove his point, Bill walked in naked with Will right behind him,
equally unclothed.  "So who's sleeping with whom tonight?" Bill said, with
that same version of Hank's smile that I loved so much.

Will was looking between everyone.  Hank looked at me and said, "I think
it's all a bit much for Kyle, so I think I am going to keep him to myself
tonight.  You guys go hit up Mike and Matt, and see who wants to switch
off!"  I didn't know if they were serious or not.  Sure, I had messed
around with Bill when he was visiting us, but his partner was here now.

I asked Hank about it after we had brushed our teeth, pissed together, and
were climbing into bed.  "Does that really go on?"

"Only if you want it to. Don't feel like you must.  If it feels right and
you are okay with it, then do it.  I want you to fit in the way you want to
fit in.  I know this is a lot to take in.  It might seem like a wild
uncontrolled sex orgy, but really there are boundaries and guidelines.  So
do what you feel comfortable with, and no one is going to judge you."

He snuggled up behind me and spooned.  That felt so good!  I was tired and
was trying to process all that happened, when Hank reached around and
cupped my cock and balls in his hand.  He whispered into my ear, "Good
night, little brother," and kissed me on the neck.  I drifted off with a
smile on my face shortly after that.

"Rise and shine!"  I woke to Hank's dad knocking on the door.  I looked at
the clock and it was eight!  Hank stretched, and I reached down to encircle
his morning wood.  "No time for that right now, little brother.  That knock
and beckon means breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes, and if we are down
by 15 minutes there won't be anything left to eat!"

He flipped the covers back, pulled my dick down, and let it snap back
against my stomach.  "Asshole!" I said.

"Fuck face!" he said, as we both headed to the bathroom.  Bill and Will
were both standing at the toilet shooting a stream of piss into the toilet.
"Hurry up, you two.  I got to pee!"

They both laughed, and Bill said, "Use the shower, like you used to at
home."  But they were soon done, and it was our turn to stand at the
toilet.  They cleaned up, and everyone put on boxers and a t-shirt, and
headed down for breakfast.

Smells of coffee, bacon, and French toast filled the air as we descended
the stairs.  Hank's dad and Ted were manning the stove, while others
distributed coffee, orange juice and milk.  You got your plate, with eggs,
bacon and French toast, and were sent off to the counter to apply butter
and syrup. Then you grabbed something to drink, and off to find someplace
to sit and eat.

There was much ribbing about Hank's dad's (Phil was his name) list; he had
it on the refrigerator door.  It lined out the time everything was to be
started, and who was responsible for what.  Everyone had assignments and
everyone was expected to help with preparation, as well as clean up.  Hank
and I were assigned mashed potatoes and crescent rolls, which didn't
require any work until just before time to eat.

After eating, everyone cleaned up from breakfast, and their rooms.  Beds
were made, clothes changed and teeth brushed.  It was like a well oiled
machine.  The kids had fun, and received attention from all the uncles and
aunts.

I had to laugh the first time one of the kids said, "Aunt Will," and I
realized who they meant.  I mentally shook my head again.  What a wild
family!

The game room was utilized, walks were taken, books read, and movies
watched until around noon; then it was time for the family football game
while the turkey roasted.

We were divided up into teams, and the game was wild with laughter, wild
plays, and several pile ups that ended in tickling sessions.  Hank and I
were split up, and every time I managed to get the ball, which wasn't
often, he made a point of tackling me and nearly pantsing me.  This brought
gales of laughter from one and all.

I think our team won, but wasn't really sure.  Then it was off to the
showers for the lot of us.  Phil joined us, as did the young boys.  Still
the joking about size and hair continued.  The oldest boy, Ted Jr, I think,
was about 8 or so, and said, "Dad, when am I going to get hair down there?"

Phil answered, "They should start sprouting when you get to be 10 or 11.
But you have to feed and water them to get them to grow!"

"Grandpa!  I know what causes the hair to grow.  I just couldn't remember
when it is supposed to start.  And I want my penis to get as big as my
dad's!"  This brought laughter all around.

"Aunt Will has the biggest one here," Harry said, and the shower rang with
laughter.

"But my dad says that it isn't how big it is, but how it is used that
matters," he rejoined.

"Well, spoken, Junior," Ted said, and Phil laughed and said, "Sounds like
you have him on the right track."

It felt so right for the family to be so open, though nothing overly sexual
was going on.  Everyone was treated as an equal, and sex was not a taboo
subject.

After we were cleaned up and dressed, everyone took up their prescribed
duties, and preparations fell in place.  Soon, there was a rhythm going on,
and someone started humming, and then, as corny as it sounds, everyone was
singing "Country Roads."  It was appropriate, because the lodge was at the
end of a long country road.

Finally, dinner was ready and everyone gathered round a huge family table.
'Thanks' was given, and I got so emotional at everyone's 'thanks', which
included me and Hank at finding such a good man, that I had a difficult
time getting through mine.  My mom, who was sitting next to me, squeezed my
hand on one side, and Hank on the other.  We held hands around the table
until everyone had their turn, even the children.

Then Phil made a toast to the family, and he and Martha, his wife, stood
and held their glasses high to salute their growing family.  The chaos
reigned for a while, as a couple dozen people passed, and served, a couple
dozen different items.

I had never had cornbread dressing, nor was I familiar with having black
olives and sweet pickles, but it was all so good.  I wanted to taste
everything, and I wanted to have seconds of everything.  I learned more
about the brothers and what they did, and what their families were up to.

My mom chimed in and talked a bit about what she was doing.  Then she
embarrassed me, "And I had a wonderful weekend with the boys up at college.
Aren't they so cute together?  They just can't seem to keep their hands off
of each other!"

"Mom!" I said, and blushed beet red.  Laughter rang the table.

"Well, It's true!" Hank said. "He keeps putting his hand in my lap all
through dinner!"

I started to say the usual `asshole', but realized it may not be
appropriate here, so I blushed again and went back to eating.  Then I was
shocked out of my reverie and embarrassment as Ted, Jr. said, "Aunt Kyle,
would you pass the mashed potatoes?"

My mom nearly choked on the wine she was sipping, trying to swallow, laugh,
and look at me all at the same time.

"Why certainly, nephew Junior; I would be happy to," I countered, and Hank
nudged me under the table with his knee, which brought gentle.  My mom
gripped my thigh to express her emotions.  It was nice.

After dinner, everyone cleared the table and helped with the cleanup, and
in short order food was put away, the table leaves were removed, and dishes
placed in the dish washer.

Nap time was declared, and I learned that it was a tradition at their
house; always a nap after Thanksgiving dinner, as the Turkey made you
sleepy.

When we got to our room, before we could undress, Mike and Matt appeared.
Mike asked if I would like to take a nap with him; I looked at Hank, who
shrugged, as if to say, `your choice'.

I nervously went with Mike; it wasn't like hooking up at school.  This was
Hank's brother!

In his room, he undressed, waiting for me to do the same.  I did, and he
climbed into bed and patted the spot next to him. He spent some time
exploring my body, looking and sniffing in all the crooks and crannies.  At
times, he would moan and inhale sharply in places, but said not a word.

Then he lay back and allowed me to do the same to him.  Like Hank, he had a
unique musk about him, but it was a bit different than Hank's.  There were
under tones of spice, and I thought I was going to have to see if all the
brothers were similar.  That made me mentally smile, as I thought of
exploring all the brothers.

I found it exhilarating to explore a man's body like this.  It was like the
first time Hank let me do it to him.  Mike allowed me to touch, look and
smell him all over.  By the time I was done, I was hard, and he was nearly
there.  What was it with these Thomas guys that they had such control?

He leaned over and kissed me, at first only on the lips, but then more
passionately.  I melted in his arms.  I was ready for him to do anything he
wanted to me.  He gripped my cock, rolled me on my side, and slid his dick
up against my crack.  Then he snuggled in and whispered, "Have a nice nap."

I didn't think I could possibly sleep in the state I was in.  But his
warmth and gentleness enveloped me, and I soon dozed.

I woke to someone playing with my dick; I moaned and thought it was Hank.
Then reality clicked in, and I looked over my shoulder to see Mike smiling
at me.  "Have a nice nap, sleepy head?" he asked, as he continued to work
on my dick.  It felt great!  He definitely knew what he was doing.  I
reached to reciprocate, and he said, "No, you just enjoy it."

And I did; I lay back and let him manipulate my dick, while he bent his
head to nibble on my nipples.  He used his other hand to stroke along the
inside of my thighs, driving me crazy.  Then he played around behind my
balls, gently stroking the area.  He managed to bring me to a shattering
climax.  I lay there gasping and gathering my breath, as he continued to
stroke and milk out all of the cum.

Finally, I had to pull his hand away, because it was too sensitive.  "One
of those kinds of guys," he said.  He brought his hand to his mouth and
licked off the cum that he had squeezed out of my cock.  Then he traced his
fingers along the ropes on my stomach, wiping up as he went.  He fed me
some, and ate some himself.

I moved to take care of him, but he moved up and straddled my chest.  "If
you don't mind, I would like to cum across your face." Then he began
stroking his dick over my face.  As he moved forward, I slipped my tongue
out to lick his balls, and then behind his balls.  He moaned, and moved up
until his hole was over my tongue.  Then I got to taste him.  He groaned,
and moved a bit, so I could lick and nibble on his sensitive perineum.  I
blew warm breath there, and then applied my tongue.  He gasped again, and
began to stroke with what seemed like less intensity.

I am a squeezer with a tight grip and a fast stroke, and faster as I reach
the edge, but he wasn't.  He wasn't applying near the pressure that I did,
nor the speed, but it was definitely working for him.  I heard him begin to
breathe faster, and he soon moved so I could see his dick.  His thighs
squeezed me as he began to shoot.

After the first rope nearly landed in my eye, I closed them and felt the
warm ropes land across my face, listening to his raspy breathing.  I felt
him shudder, and opened one eye.  He laughed, and reached down to clean off
the goo from my eye.  "Bullseye, you might say," as he fed me some.  I
savored the taste, trying to categorize the similarities and differences to
Hank's.

After he finished wiping it up, he swung off of me, went into the bathroom,
and came back with a washcloth, which he used to clean my face, stomach and
his.  "Best go make sure that Matt and Hank are awake."  He smiled.  "You
are a wonderful addition to the family, and it seems that Hank has gotten
the better part of the deal."

His gentle manner and tenderness were contrary to the way that he acted
around the brothers and with the family.  We slipped on boxers and padded
back to our room.  Without knocking, he went in and found Hank on Matt's
back.  I could tell by looking at Hank that he had just finished shooting.

"Well, don't let us interrupt," Mike said, and I had to look at his face to
see if he was joking or not.  He appeared to be, because Matt's face lit up
with a big grin.

"You were right about your little brother; he sure can give a pounding!"
Matt said, and Hank smacked him on the ass.

Matt pulled on some boxers and headed back to their room with Mike.  I
dropped my boxers and climbed into bed with Hank.  He pulled me close and
snuggled.  "Well?"

"Hank, you have a wild family.  That episode in the sauna yesterday was
like a bunch of high school guys sitting around having a circle jerk, or
what you describe as one.  Today, Mike was so gentle and tender.  And you
with Matt."  He rose up on his arm and looked at me.

"Are you jealous of Mike?" he said softly.

"I don't know.  It is sort of like I am expected to have sex with every
guy, not that I mind sex," and he chuckled. "it is just that I am getting
more into just you and me."  I thought for a second, "I mean does this go
on every time the brothers get together, a big sex-a-thon?"

He smiled and laughed a bit.  "Well, it is not an orgy every time, but it
is a way that we share our love between us brothers.  It is not so much the
sex as it the intimacy of the time between us.  It allows us to share our
feelings in a non-verbal way, and it is something we have always done."

"Even Ted and Mike?  I mean, they are married and all."  I wondered.

"Yeah, even with the two of them.  I don't think they do anything with any
other guys at all, but when we are together, it is the brotherly bond we
share.  Look, we are a very sexually open family. They might have even told
their wives what goes on between the brothers, because they are very open
about their sexual relations with wives, and with the family – what new
positions they have found, which positions are best to make a boy, etc."  I
was shocked that families would talk about these things between themselves.

"I get it now," I said.  "It is not to change anything between us or
between Matt and Mike, it is just a way of showing your emotions among the
brothers."

That made me feel better.  We got cleaned up, dressed, and headed down
stairs.  It was time for dessert, and a dozen pies and cakes were brought
out, and Phil and Martha served and dished ice cream until everyone had
some.  Everyone then gathered in the big living room in front of the fire
to have dessert.  It was like something out of a movie, all these people,
so close and so caring.  Wow! I had never experienced anything like it.

I looked at my mom, and she was engaged in a living conversation with Ted's
wife, and seemed to be having the time of her life.  It had been nice to
have Phil and Martha insist she come, however forced it seemed.  This was
something she hadn't experienced in a long time.

After seconds, and some thirds (by the children), Nick took to the piano
and it became a sing-a-long.  All kinds of songs; Nick's abilities spanned
a wide range.  There was laughter and fun by everyone.

Hank and I cleaned up the dishes, while everyone else stayed in the living
room.  "Want me to clean your utensil while I am here," Hank whispered into
my ear, and grabbed my dick through my apron and pants.

"Yeah, I can just see Ted Jr. coming in and asking for more milk while you
are down on your knees sucking me off."  I had to smile at the mental image
of that.

"I would just tell him I was getting him some more whipped cream!"

"Asshole!"

"Fuck face!"

We went back into the living room where everyone began sharing stories of
the past year.  Someone said that they had heard Hank call me 'little
brother' and wanted to know the story behind that.  So, with Hank's help,
we explained how we had met and how the term came about.  I censored out
all the sex, but Hank alluded to some, to much laughter from the adults.

At the end, he took hold of my hand and said, "And that's how I found the
love of my life!"  I felt tears well up, and Hank saw it and got emotional
as well, to which there was a chorus of "Ah!"

The evening went on with wine, coffee, and brandy being shared around.
Family stories were shared, and I asked for something that Hank did that I
could hold over him, and threaten to spread among his friends, if he
misbehaved.

Ted spoke up, "Well, I remember one time we were down having breakfast and
Hank, who must have been 5 or 6 at the time, comes running into the dining
room and says, `Look!  My peepee is all hard!'"  To the uproar in the room,
Ted showed about an inch space between his thumb and forefinger, which only
added to the laughter.  Hank blushed the reddest I had ever seen him.  Then
Hank added to the laughter by showing two inches between his fingers.

When we retired that night, Bill and Will came to our room.  We were soon
naked, and on the bed.  Explorations were made, and I was enjoying finding
the similarities and differences between Bill and Will.  Will was busy
exploring both Hank and me.

At some point, I felt a finger up my ass and wondered who was doing it, but
then I didn't care when it hit that button, and I just wanted to be fucked!
With that, I got lost is a fog of lust.  Will went first on my ass, wanting
me from the back.  Bill wanted me to sit on his dick and fuck myself.  And
Hank wanted to be face to face with me.

Bill crawled up behind Hank, and I was worried that he was going to try to
double fuck me, but instead, he worked his dick into Hank's ass.  Hank
moaned, and pushed deep into me.  He then became the piston between Bill
and me, doing all of the work.

And not to be left out, Will moved up and put his dick into my mouth.  He
began to moan and groan as I worked on his dick, and I reached back to play
with his hole, to find that Hank had his face buried there.  This was
definitely a tangled mess.

I don't know who shot first, but it seemed that there was a cascade of
climaxes, accompanied by gasps, "oh, fuck"s, and just
"fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!"

We untwined and shared cum around, wiping and tasting wherever we could
find it, laughing as we saw the disarray we had made of the bed.  Then we
headed off to the showers to get cleaned up, piss, and such.  Afterward,
Bill decided we should all sleep in their room tonight.

They had a king size bed, so it made it easier for us to climb in and get
sorted out.  First Hank, me, Will, and then Bill, so that we were
sandwiched between two brothers.  I smiled, as we snuggled in and got
settled.

Hank whispered in my ear as I was drifting off, "Just wait until tomorrow's
brothers' time."  He squeezed my dick, and I went to sleep with a smile on
my face.

****

Great thanks to my editor, Jere, who has really put in the time to help me
get all these chapters out in time for Thanksgiving.  One more is on the
way before Thanksgiving.

I am thankful for all the fans that continue to write and support the
story, through, comments, questions, suggestions and photos of what they
think the characters look like.  I have been told that I could really use a
person to cross reference all the characters with names, locations, what
acts they have performed with whom.  so if there are any volunteers, please
let me know.

harryrod575@yahoo.com

have fun

harry