Date: Thu, 30 Apr 1998 10:59:13 -0700 (PDT)
From: dancingfool@rocketmail.com
Subject: All in the Family

			     All in the Family
			dancingfool@rocketmail.com

				  Part 1

I thought I was lucky when I discovered my brother wanted me as much as I
wanted him, but I found out it was even better than that.

Brian and I got back from our visit with our uncles in New York ready to
fuck every day, but now that we were home again, it wasn't going to be so
easy. For one thing, Brian lived on campus during the week and was only
home on the weekends, and for another, Dad was usually around. We talked
about Dad of course, and how cool it would be if we could do what we were
doing together with him -- 'cause he's a stud -- but there was no chance of
that. For one thing, he just never talked about sex -- what we knew we
picked up from talk at school and books, whatever. And he never dated or
anything, which seemed kind of strange, because, like I said, he was really
gorgeous. He's six-four and built like a god. Brian gets his hairiness and
build from Dad, but not his coloring -- while Brian's hair and mustache are
sandy brown and gold, Dad's are really black. And he's got this sort of
stern face with heavy brows and a strong nose. The thing is, Dad's really
warm and friendly and has a great sense of humor, but only when you get
past his reserve, I guess. Most people never find out, since he's pretty
intimidating at first sight.

He was always ready to talk about anything with us, and never made us feel
like our problems were unimportant, but he also had a vaguely remote
manner, as if there were things about his own life he didn't want to burden
us with. It's not like we were pining for him or anything though -- when
you're 18 and 19, like we were, you can keep each other pretty busy.

It was Friday afternoon, and we had both gotten home kind of late. I'd had
rehearsal after school for the spring dance concert -- my last one, since I
was a senior -- and Brian was coming from his usual workout on campus, but
there was still time to get our rocks off before Dad got home from Uncle
Max's. I got in ten minutes before Brian, and had stripped down to shower,
when I heard him coming up the stairs.

"You shower yet, Bro?" he called as he reached the landing.

"I'm getting in now," I answered as he appeared in the doorway. He
obviously hadn't either -- he was still in the sweaty tank and shorts, his
hair still damp, and I could smell his powerful musk across the bathroom.

His smile widened as he stepped into the room and reached past me to turn
off the shower tap, gripping my shoulder with his other hand. "We haven't
had a real down-and-dirty session for a while, Bro -- how about it?"

I saw the glint in his eyes, and my cock hardened as my arms went
automatically around his narrow waist. I grabbed his muscular glutes and
pulled him against me to grind our crotches together -- he was already hard
in his shorts! His huge arms wrapped around me, and his mouth locked on
mine, his tongue searching my mouth. We stood there for at least a minute,
swapping spit, inhaling each other's breath and musk, before he broke our
hug. Turning me with one hand, he marched me into our bedroom, pulling off
his shorts with the other hand and kicking off his shoes. He was right --
we hadn't had a sweaty fuck (at least not to begin with) for a while, and I
couldn't wait.

I flopped down on my back on the bed, my cock throbbing and drooling
against my belly, and watched grinning as he impatiently ripped off his
jock and shirt. He always wants me pretty bad (and vice versa), but this
time he was already at fever pitch almost before we started! I smirked and
slowly spread my legs wide for him, just to push him to the edge.

"You don't know how long that two-mile drive was from campus today, Bro,"
he panted, hopping as he pulled off a sock. "I couldn't even finish my last
set of reps -- I was thinking about you waiting for me at home and I
thought my cock was gonna break inside my jock!" Finally free of the other
sock, he threw himself on top of me. Even though all of it's great, this is
still about the best moment for me, when I'm finally crushed under my
brother's huge hairy body -- reeking his familiar smell! I hooked my ankles
over his ass and devoured his mouth. We sucked face for a moment, grinding
our cocks together, and then he moved down, arching his back to drop his
fat fuckhorn down between my sweaty ass cheeks. At the same time he turned
his head and spat a wad of his incredibly viscous saliva into his
palm. Like Pavlov's dogs reacting to the bell, I always start to pant and
salivate when he does that, knowing I'm about to get what I need most on
earth!

His purple glans was so slimy with his copious precum flow we hardly needed
lube, but he swabbed my funky ass crack with his spit and positioned his
insistent cockhead against my pucker. "Here we go again, little brother,"
he whispered, looking me in the face, and slowly began to push his tapered
prong into my voracious rectum. I know every millimeter of my brother's
huge penis by now, but it's still new every time, and I gasped as his
beautiful brother-fucker penetrated my sphincter. The head slides in
easily, but it broadens to nearly the thickness of my wrist where it rears
up out of his pubic jungle. At first I barely feel it, but by the time he's
completely inside me I feel completely stuffed with my brother's meat.

As his pubes flattened my balls between us we both groaned with
relief. Slowly he pulled out, just an inch, and quickly rammed it back in
as we continued to eat each other's faces. Again he raised his pelvis and
then slammed back in. I ground my ass up against his hips and opened my
eyes to discover . . . that we were busted!!

Dad was standing in the doorway looking right at us! We'd been so hot for
each other we hadn't even heard anything -- no garage door, no engine, no
front door, no nothing! And he wasn't due home for another half-hour at
least! We both froze, looking over at Dad, and Brian's cock softened
slightly inside me. But there was no way to pretend we were doing anything
else -- the jig was up. For a long moment nobody moved, and I could hear
all three of us breathing. Then I noticed an odd thing: Dad was in his
socks. And there were no keys in his hand, as there always are when he gets
home, jingling to announce his arrival. And last but not least, he didn't
look mad. At first he'd looked amazed, but now his face was frozen in a
strange expression and finally I realized he was trying not to smile!

"Gotcha, boys!" he grinned at last. "I thought something was going on, but
I didn't guess you'd gotten this far!" My thoughts were racing -- "this
far"? What? He'd known all along! He'd ambushed us! He must have parked
down the block and crept into the house in his socks! He was laughing now,
and his hands went to his fly and started unbuttoning it. At the same
instant Brian's cock swelled in my ass and mine surged against his belly as
we realized what was going on. It was okay with Dad -- maybe more than
okay!

"Well, go ahead, son -- finish what you started!" he said to Brian, walking
over to the bed and standing with his hands on his hips, " -- don't keep
your brother waiting!" Looking at me he added, "Think you can save some for
Dad?" And with that he dropped his jeans and freed his enormous cock, and
both of us stared at it for the first time, mesmerized. As soon as I got my
breath back I said, "Oh yeah, Dad!"

Brian looked down at me, back at Dad's erection, back at me, said, "Do you
believe this?" and then began slamming his fucker into me for all he was
worth. In record time he let loose in my ass, moaning with each gush inside
me -- at least five times. I was near the edge too -- it was almost too
much, between my brother and my dad -- but somehow I held off. Brian
slumped on top of me panting and sweatier than before.

"That's my boy, Brian -- what a stud! You make your dad proud!" said Dad,
who had been watching us intently and stroking his huge meat along with
Brian's humping. Looking at me he said, "Don't come yet son -- wait till
I'm inside you, huh?"

Brian grinned and kissed me before lifting himself off me, pulling out his
still rigid cock, and moved aside to watch Dad take me. Dad had the rest of
his clothes off by then, and knelt on the bed between my thighs.

"You ready for this, son?" he asked me.

"Shit, Dad, I just can't believe it! I've wanted this for so long -- you
don't know!" I said.

"At least I don't have to worry about whether your narrow little ass is
loose enough -- you've been training with a stallion!" he smirked, reaching
over to cop a feel of Brian's bobbing fuckhorn.

"You boys are both so beautiful," he said, suddenly quieter, sitting back
on his heels with his hands on my knees. He looked from one of us to the
other, really serious, almost sad.

"Are you sure this is okay with you, Dad?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes, son -- it's more than okay," he said earnestly. Both of us watched
him, hanging on his words. "You don't know how lucky you and your brother
are!" he continued. "Most guys spend their adolescence masturbating
feverishly in secret, hoping they won't get caught, and praying some girl
-- whom they might not even like! -- will give in some time and let them
have a piece of ass. Or a guy will hope maybe one of his buddies will fool
around with him, and then not call him a fag afterward. But if you can do
it with your own brother, you're home free! And you two especially -- you
don't see many brothers who treat each other as well as you do. I've never
told you, but I've been so proud of you all your lives -- how little you
argue, let alone fight, how supportive you are. This is just the icing on
the cake -- ," he added, suddenly smiling again, " -- finding out your love
is actually physical!" He grinned at both of us, squeezing my knee and
Brian's shoulder. "But enough talk already -- how about if I show you how I
feel?" And his enormous penis bobbed up again between my thighs.

"Shit, Dad, I can't believe this!" said Brian, starting to stroke himself
again. "We were so afraid of what you'd do if you caught us!"

"Nothing to worry about, Brian," Dad said smoothly, leaning over me and
positioning his huge glans in my sloppy pucker, "it just runs in the
family!" For a moment I wondered just what he meant, but the prospect of
finally getting Dad's big fucker inside me blotted out everything else out.

"God this is hot!" Brian said, starting to sweat again. He bent down to
kiss me and then pulled back to watch my expression as Dad inched his way
into me, as excited just watching me as I was, actually getting it. I could
hardly control myself, looking at the two faces I love most hovering over
me, electrified with lust. When Dad hit bottom in my ass, Brian began
stroking my chest with one hand and feeling Dad's mighty cockroot where it
was stretching my asshole to the limit. I reached for his rigid penis with
one hand and for Dad's nipple with the other. As I started to tweak it, Dad
groaned and rolled his eyes up. All three of us were panting pretty hard,
united in an overwhelming need for each other.

"Aw, shit, boys, I'm not going to last long," Dad cried, plunging his
fucker deep into my bowels again and again. Finally I let go of Brian and
started fisting myself to join Dad on the edge of the precipice. Dad opened
his eyes once more to look down at me in wonder, and then his orgasm
squeezed them shut again as he filled me with gush after gush of Dadcum and
I exploded all over my belly. Brian had continued on himself where I left
off, leaning over us, and splattered Dad and me with his second load,
moaning the loudest of all.

Dad dropped flat onto my body and Brian flopped down beside us in a swamp
of semen and sweat, our arms wrapping around each other, and we shared our
first three-way kiss. Our tongues wrestled, roaming from mouth to face to
mouth, as we swapped spit and rubbed mustache against mustache and stubble
against stubble. Just inhaling the sweet breath of my father and brother
and tasting their essences was intoxicating, and I closed my eyes to
memorize the moment forever.

				  Part 2

After our first three-way lovemaking, life settled into a new routine at
home for Dad and Brian and me. There were a lot of changes. For one thing,
Dad took us out the very next day and bought a king-size bed, and we
ditched the twin beds we'd had for the last ten years. (Of course it hadn't
been a problem until the last year!) "You boys are going to want each other
every day," Dad said. "A twin bed just isn't big enough for two -- never
mind three!" he added with a wink. For another thing, there were never any
closed doors any more. There was also a lot less laundry -- basically, we
stopped wearing clothes around the house. It was such a trip being able to
feast my eyes on Brian and Dad all the time. You would think it would get
old, or normal or something, but it never did. The real turn-on was knowing
that Dad really wanted us to do it together, and loved to watch us.

When we got home that afternoon he sat us down in the living room and laid
down the law. "I don't know if you boys need me to tell you this, but when
I was a kid I always wished someone would tell me how it was, instead of
letting me guess." He paused at looked seriously at both of us. "I just
want you to know that what you've been doing, and what we're all three
doing now, is a wonderful thing -- even though you'll have a hard time
finding anyone who agrees with that. Incest is about the dirtiest word in
the language, but that's only because it almost always means rape. If no
one forces you -- and I could see in a second that there was no coercion
going on with you two -- there's no problem. And that's the only argument
there can be against it -- besides inbreeding," he concluded with a laugh.

"So I want you boys to make love whenever you want to -- I'll never cramp
your style. In fact, I hope you'll let me watch, 'cause you two together
are better than any porno flick! You think you can do that for your old
Dad?" he asked.

"Uh, well -- we can sure try," I said ironically, as Brian answered "No
problemo, Dad!"

"But seriously, Son," Dad said to Brian, "You don't pressure your brother,
do you?"

Brian's eyes popped and his jaw gaped in mock indignation. I started to
snicker. "Are you kidding, Dad?" he cried. "That horny little slut won't
let me alone! He'd spread his legs ten times a day if I were up to it!"

"Is that true?" Dad turned to me with a ghost of a smile.

"Well, uh, yeah -- I guess so," I conceded sheepishly. "But Dad, it just
feels so good! And look at him -- can you blame me?"

"No, I guess not. So I suppose I'll just have to help him out! You think
the two of us could satisfy you?" he asked, his arm sliding around my
waist.

"Oh, yeah, Dad -- you know it!" I answered, laughing, grabbing his thigh in
my left hand and reaching for Brian with my right.

				   * * *

On a typical morning, Dad would come in to our bedroom (if we hadn't fallen
asleep with him the night before!)  while we having our usual morning
fuck. He'd be naked and grinning, with the standard morning hardon.
Stroking that huge dad-cock, he'd watch Brian bone me until he shot his
first load of the day up my ass, and as soon as Brian was done, Dad would
replace him between my legs and add his own load to Brian's while Brian
watched. When he was finished he'd kiss me and grin, "Morning, son!"
before pulling out. While Dad showered, Brian and I usually had a second
lazier fuck and I'd jerk off while Brian fucked me.

Some mornings, though, I woke up hungry for my brother's cum. (It was
always a hard decision for me: up my ass, or down my throat? Oh well, as
long as I got it inside me!) So I would gently ease out of his arms, and
slide down on the bed so I could take that fat brother-fucker in my
mouth. But first I'd sniff his funky crotch, crusted with cum from the
night before. His crotch-smell was like a drug to me -- almost better than
his armpits. He always slept pretty soundly (which was no surprise
considering the near-constant workout we gave each other!), and usually I'd
get his thick meat into my mouth and be a few strokes into it before he
started swimming toward consciousness. First I'd hear a moan, and then he
would reach down to hold my head as it bobbed over his shaft. Still with
his eyes closed, he'd spread his thighs to give me access to his tight
pucker. Wetting my fingers in the drool at the root of his meat I'd gently
work them into his tight sphincter: first one, and then two (but no more),
and when his moans told me he was close I would plunge them all the way in
to push him over the edge. With a strangled "Ah, shit!" or a wordless cry
he'd pump my creamy breakfast down my gulping throat -- always the biggest
load of the day!

A week after that first Friday together, Dad came home with some good
news. We were up in the bedroom when we heard the front door open. "Yo,
boys, Dad's home!" he yelled up the stairs. "Are you two at it again?"

"Well, you don't want us to break our record, do you, Dad?" called Brian --
Dad had caught us in the act every day so far. And that was fine with him,
because he almost always joined us.

We could hear him taking the steps four at a time. "No, you horny studs, I
don't want stop your fun," he said, coming in the bedroom door. "But I've
got a surprise for you -- how'd you like to take a trip?

We stopped our humping and sat up to listen. Dad dropped his jacket and tie
on a chair, and sat down on the bed to unbutton his shirt.

"It's by way of a celebration, boys. We've got a lot to celebrate. You did
a great job in the show, Son" -- this, looking at me -- "and in a week
you'll graduate high school. And Brian, you've finished a year at Stanford,
and the results were not too shabby! I think that's enough right there, but
we've got something more -- we've discovered we've got more in common as a
family than any other I've ever heard of. So I thought we'd spend some
quality' time in the nicest place I could think of."

We looked at him expectantly. "Well!?" we chorused finally.

"How do three weeks in Waikiki sound?"

We gasped in astonishment. We'd been bugging Dad about Hawaii for a couple
of years now, but it was never the right time. We'd been on plenty of good
trips, usually with Uncle Max as well, to Yosemite, Tahoe, the Grand
Canyon, Las Vegas, and our favorite, Disneyland, but we wanted the tropics.

"Shit, Dad, that's great!" we said, almost together. "But just us three?"
Brian asked. "No Uncle Max? He always comes with us!"

Dad and his older brother are really close and always have been. He lives
nearby, and Dad stops off at Uncle Max's before he comes home most
nights. He's been on almost every family trip after Dad and Mom split up,
and we always have a great time with him. He's a pretty glamorous for an
uncle: because he's a photographer, he doesn't have a regular schedule, and
he travels a lot. (In fact, just then he was on an assignment in New
Zealand -- that's why Dad was getting home earlier than usual.) He's as
handsome as Dad, but with a wiry build and very little body hair, except on
his legs. Actually it's the same body type as mine.

"Well, that's a little bit of a problem, isn't it?" Dad answered. "We can't
exactly invite him along for this, can we?"

He was right -- it was a problem. I wished he could come, but I doubted he
was ready for this! "Well, I guess not," I agreed reluctantly.

"But I think we'll manage to have some fun anyway, no?" Dad asked, pulling
off his shoes. When he stood up to drop his pants, I forgot about the trip
for the moment.

Dad climbed onto the bed behind Brian and put a hand on his shoulder. "You
haven't come yet, have you, Son?"

"Gimme a break, Dad -- sure, a couple of times. We've been home for hours!"
Dad looked disappointed. "But not for at least half an hour," Brian finally
added with a leer.

Dad's smile returned. "Good. How about trying something new? I know you're
Mr. Topman with your brother, but how'd you like to get it at the same
time?"

This was obviously something Brian hadn't considered and we watched him
think about it. I could see him turning it over in his mind and coming to a
happy decision. "Oh, yeah, Dad -- that would be so hot!" he burst out at
last.

Dad spit into his hand and reached down behind Brian. "Well, just keep
fucking your brother and I'll start loosening you up."

So Brian leaned over me again and slowly started to pump in and out
again. I watched his face as Dad introduced him to a new sensation. He was
already used to my hand up there when I sucked him off, of course, but this
was the first time he was going to get fucked! He continued to look me in
the face, but every minute or so his eyes would close involuntarily as Dad
reached a new spot or stretched him farther. All the while he was giving
little moans as he pumped his rigid brother-fucker into my ass. Just
watching him as Dad penetrated him was making me rigid too. Finally Dad
straightened up behind him. "Ready, Son? Try to relax," Dad murmured as he
positioned himself to take his older son for the first time.

Dad pushed in, and suddenly Brian froze. "Shit, Dad -- it's huge!" he
gasped. Sweating with anticipation and excitement, he leaned over me,
breathing hard, and then held still for Dad.

"It's okay, Son, just relax -- we'll take it slow," said Dad, stroking his
back and shoulders. My cock was standing straight up by now, dripping
copiously as I watched my Dad enter my brother. I wished I could see
Brian's asshole stretch for Dad's penis, but I could feel Dad's every
movement transmitted through Brian's ass and cock into my own ass as Dad
slowly penetrated him. Brian lowered himself onto me to try to relax, and
instead of biting the pillow, locked his mouth on mine. I hugged him tight
to me and sucked his thrusting tongue deep into my throat, swallowing his
moans. Dad grinned down at me over Brian's shoulder, and then, as his pubes
hit Brian's ass crack, his eyes rolled up in bliss.

Feeling Dad completely inside him, Brian was suddenly electrified with
lust. He heaved his sweating body up off me, and began thrusting into my
ass again. "Oh shit, Dad! This is so hot!" he cried. "Aw fuck, Bro! I'm
gonna come!" Dad held still so that with each upstroke Brian impaled
himself further on Dad's cock as he pulled out of me, and with each
downstroke he thrust deeper into me as he pulled off of Dad. His eyes were
wild and his hair was flying. I reached for his nipples and drove my
thumbnails into them, harder and harder, until suddenly his groan peaked
and with an urgent whine he exploded into my asshole.

Dad's arms encircled his torso from behind as I slowly released his
nipples. For a moment he couldn't speak. "Shit Dad! -- that was fuckin'
incredible!" he sighed at last, turning to give him a sloppy kiss. Dad just
chuckled as he hugged and kissed his son. All three of us held still for a
moment as Brian came back to earth, and then Dad reached for my still
rampant cock.

"What about your brother here?" he asked. "You've had your turn -- now give
your old man a chance." Gently he pulled his great dad-cock out of Brian's
no-longer-virgin hole, and Brian then slowly withdrew his deflating
brother-cock from mine. Brian moved aside and Dad crawled up over me to
position his slimy son-fucker at the spermy entrance to my rectum. I
started to breathe harder and my heart beat faster as I felt Dad's huge
glans stretch my anus. I reached for his great shoulders and he bent to
kiss me, slowly pushing his giant penis into me.

At our side, gripping his already rehardening brother-fucker in one hand,
Brian reached between our bodies to stroke the secret spot under my balls
he can always find. My right hand reached unconsciously for my cock as Dad
began to work in and out of my welcoming ass. My gaze flicked back and
forth between my gorgeous brother and my hunky Dad, both of them staring
steadily into my eyes as they felt me approach climax. "That's it, Son --
come for your Dad -- come for your big brother." Dad growled. I gave a wail
of ecstasy, and just as my throbbing cock shot between us, Dad groaned deep
in his chest and thrust the whole length of his gushing fuckhorn deep into
my bowels.

				  Part 3

"Check out all those palms on the white sand!" In the plane Brian leaned
across me to look out the window as we approached Honolulu International,
making sure to give me a good whiff of pungent armpit and squeezing my
crotch at the same time. Pretending to fight him off I wrapped my arms
around his body and squeezed him tight. I was bursting with joy: we'd spent
most of the trip making plans about what we were going to do and see, and
wondering what the hotel would be like. Dad would only say it was "pretty
nice." But the prospect of spending three weeks with my brother and my dad
with nothing to do but fuck our brains out was keeping my rod stiff in my
shorts, which Brian had discovered in his little maneuver. Dad smiled at
our wrestling, but arched an eyebrow to murmur, "Careful, boys!" confirming
us in our happy circle of conspiracy.

The hotel was amazing: the oldest hotel on the island, it was great wooden
palace built in 1910 in the classical style with white columns and moldings
-- but without doors. From the port-cochère you could see right
through the lobby to the Banyan tree, the beach and the ocean beyond. There
were even Hawaiian bathing beauties in native wraps handing out real leis
as we arrived! We were totally into it and each of us took one, even if we
would have preferred native surfer studs. Dad checked us in while we scoped
out the lobby and the courtyard bar built around the Banyan tree. As it
would be for the entire time we were there, the sunshine was perfect,
streaming through the leaves to make a dappled pattern on the pavement and
drinkers alike. We were standing at the balustrade checking out the local
talent when Dad came up behind us and slipped an arm around each of our
waists.

"Like what you see, boys?" he asked. "Nothing but swimming, sand and drinks
in the shade for the next three weeks -- think you can handle it?" Grinning
from ear to ear we vigorously nodded our agreement. "Well then, I don't
think a man with two strapping sons should have to pay a bellhop -- let's
pick up those suitcases and march!" he said, goosing us both.

We jumped, collected the suitcases and brought them to the lift. "This is a
high-class joint," observed Brian, pointing to the floormat bearing the
legend Good Morning. "They must change the mat for the time of day!"

"Did you think we were in for a low-rent vacation, son?" said Dad. "For me
and my boys, nothing but the best!"

On the fourth floor we got out and Dad unlocked a door on the far side of
the 20-foot-wide corridor. "Home sweet home for a while -- hope it'll do,"
he said, throwing open the door. Inside, the room was filled with natural
light, and huge windows overlooked the crowns of the palms in front of the
hotel. There was, however, only one bed. Although it was a king, Brian and
I looked at each other, nonplused. Of course we're closer than most
families, but none of us is small, and we were going to need some sound
sleep!

But Dad strode purposefully over to a huge pair of French doors just past
the bed, and threw them open. In the room beyond, stark naked in the
sunlight, standing over a half-unpacked suitcase, and grinning like a fool,
was Uncle Max! Dad stepped into the room, saying in a low voice, "Hey
there, Bro," and wrapped his arms around his naked brother. Uncle Max
dropped the shirt he was hanging up and melted into Dad's embrace. We
stared open-mouthed as they kissed each other and pressed their bodies
together, Uncle Max's huge cock visibly lengthening and stiffening. Dad's
hands crept down Uncle Max's back to grasp his brother's firm, muscular
buttocks, and Uncle Max groaned, his mouth full of Dad's tongue, as Dad
gently probed the deep cleft between his ass cheeks. Automatically Brian
and I reached for each other, and when Dad and Uncle Max broke their clinch
and turned to face us we were two pairs of Gemini, face to face, six feet
apart.

"Y-you mean you and Uncle Max are lovers?" Brian finally stammered -- I was
still speechless.

"Surprise, boys! Didn't I say it ran in the family? Why do you think I had
such an easy time adjusting to it when I busted you two?"

"But -- but why didn't you say anything?" Brian asked. "I mean, we were
doin' the same as you and your brother but you didn't say a word! How long
have you guys been doin' it?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, I wanted to ask Max how we should break it to
you. I knew I was going to tell you soon enough -- I just wasn't sure
how. And of course it was something Max and I didn't even dare to hope for,
and I wanted to share the news with my brother first. Since he was out of
town, I had to wait a bit to speak with him, and finally we agreed that
this was the best way. And we were only a little bit younger than you two
when we discovered each other."

Uncle Max himself finally broke in: "I think there too many guys here
wearing too many clothes -- how about we all get comfortable with this?"
And he reached for Dad's belt and began to unbuckle it.

Now that the shock was finally wearing off, I was aware of something new,
namely that my cock was stiff in my shorts and making a major wet spot in
my left pant leg. And although I could hardly take my eyes off my uncle's
huge boner, I could see that both Dad and Brian had the same problem as
me. I turned to my brother and reached for his fly. A minute later all four
of us were nude, and my brother and I moved to our dad and uncle and arms
were encircling bodies, lips meeting mustaches, hips pressing against hips,
hands groping asses, crotches rubbing against crotches, tongues wrestling
as we shared a four-way embrace. Dad gently guided us all toward the big
bed in Uncle Max's room, and we seethed over it in a writhing heap of
incestuous lust.

Gradually Dad's attentions to his brother became more insistent, and Brian
and I pulled back to watch our father reunite with his brother after a
hiatus of a couple of weeks.

Uncle Max was on his back, with Brian and me on either side, and our
handsome Dad knelt between his brother's long muscular legs, their twin
cocks touching at the tips. "I missed you, Little Brother," said Uncle Max,
gazing up at Dad with adoration all over his face.

"And I missed you, Bro," Dad answered huskily, leaning down to kiss
him. With practiced assurance he smeared the copious flow of precum over
his huge cock and positioned it at the entrance to his brother's ass. "Here
I come again, Big Brother," he whispered, leaning in to his brother's
thighs to broach the tight pucker of his anus. Uncle Max closed his eyes
and let his head roll back as he accepted Dad's huge fucker into his narrow
ass. His tight pucker stretched wide around Dad's thick pole, and it slid
home like it belonged there, like it had been there a million times
before. And so it had.

Uncle Max's great penis arched up out of his crotch, the head resting on
his navel, and was drooling a great pool of precum into the little valley
there. Unable to stop myself I leaned in between their bellies to lap up my
uncle's liquor. At the touch of my tongue he opened his eyes and looked
down at me and laughed.

"Well go ahead and screw me, Bro -- fuck me raw, like you always do! Show
the boys how love your brother!"

Dad beamed back and pulled most of his cock out of his brother. Almost
violently he slammed the whole length back in. Uncle Max didn't even blink,
but continued to smile up at him. Now Dad's eyes closed has he settled into
a steady rhythm, pulling his massive fucktool almost all the way out of
Uncle Max and ramming it back in hard enough to rock the whole bed with all
four of us on it. Watching our Dad prove his love for his brother had me
almost hysterical with desire, and I reached in to feel their union,
gripping his huge penis where it entered his brother's body, and stroking
his great hairy balls as they bounced on his brother's ass. Brian reached
for Uncle Max's beautiful cock as Max began to twist Dad's tits, and in
only a few seconds we heard Dad's now familiar gasp and groan as he filled
his brother's rectum with his thick semen. Uncle Max's groan mingled with
Dad's as he pumped jet after jet of sperm onto his own chest under Brian's
expert stroking.

I couldn't bear the need suffusing my whole body a moment longer, and I
scrambled round my dad and uncle to my brother. "Fuck me, Bro -- fuck me
now," I insisted, thrusting my rump at him on my hands and knees. Brian
slicked his great horn with Uncle Max's semen and sank it into my starving
asshole in one stroke as Dad and Uncle Max looked on. We both groaned with
relief as my brother's huge bulk filled me, and I drove my ass against his
hips. Brian's great arms encircled me, one around my chest and the other
hand gripping my bursting cock. With long experience as his guide, he
brought me to climax at the precise moment that he pumped his huge wad into
my bowels with a groan of joy.

We slumped together on the bed next to Dad and his brother, panting with
satisfaction. Uncle Max reached for Brian's cum-filled hand and he tenderly
liked his nephew's wide palm clean of my semen, which he then shared with
Dad in a long deep kiss.

"They're as hot as we've ever been, Bro," Uncle Max mumbled indistinctly to
Dad, still licking the last vestiges of my load out of Dad's mustache and
off his lips. "Was there ever a family of fuckers like us?"

"I doubt it, Bro," said Dad. "I strongly doubt it. "But what I want to
see," he continued, warming to his subject, "is my son fucking my brother
and my brother fucking my son."

Brian's still-hard penis twitched in my ass when he heard this, and my own
throbbed under my belly. I looked over at Uncle Max to see that his
cockhead was still rigid between his belly and Dad's. Dad heaved himself up
off his brother and gently pulled his stiff fucker out of Uncle Max's
asshole. Brian slowly pulled out of me, and turned to face Uncle Max.

"Come on then, nephew -- " said Uncle Max, "give me a ride that will make
your dad proud! Fuck me like you fuck your brother!"

Smiling enigmatically, Brian positioned the tip of his fuckhorn in our
uncle's sticky ass pucker. "Oh, I don't think I can do that, Uncle Max," he
said seriously. "But I can fuck you like I fuck my uncle! -- is that okay?"

"Touché!" laughed Uncle Max. "You've only got one brother, and I
wouldn't interfere with that."

And Dad and I watched as Brian's huge cockroot stretched Uncle Max's anus
to its utmost. Avidly stroking his great tool, Dad reached for me. "Ready
for Dad, Son?" he asked me. "We can't watch your brother fuck my brother
and not join them!" I eagerly slid down under Dad, next to Uncle Max, and
spread my thighs wide for my father. Uncle Max's arm went around my
shoulders, and he kissed me gently as Brian continued to pound his ass. I
grabbed Brian's wrist as Dad fucked me, and Uncle Max reached up to tweak
his brother's nipple as his nephew fucked him, uniting us all in a
brotherhood of incest. As he pounded my ass, Dad looked over at
Brian. Breathing hard, he said, "Let's come together, Son -- are you almost
there?"

"Yeah, Dad -- almost," Brian panted, gazing back at him to gauge his
timing.

"How about you, Nephew?" Uncle Max asked, turning to me. Both of us were
beating our cocks furiously as Dad and Brian rammed their meat into us.

"Yeah, almost, Uncle Max," I gasped out. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, fucking
goddamn!" I cried, and suddenly all four of us were pumping sperm into and
onto one another, groaning and howling with joy.

As Dad and Brian eased onto Max's and my sweating, spunky bodies, the four
of us exchanged kisses like four diners clinking glasses. I lay there in
bliss, feeling Dad's heart pump in his chest against mine, Brian's pulse
slowing in his wrist, and my uncle's breath in my ear. I just couldn't get
over the profound pleasure of making love with my whole family -- my
brother, my father, my uncle. And it wasn't as though Dad and Brian were
just twice as good as Brian alone, and Max three times as good; rather it
was like delight first squared and then cubed!

But there's no rest for the incestuous: after only about fifteen or twenty
minutes of drowsy rapture, Dad barked, "All right, men -- break's over! You
two" -- he looked meaningfully first at Uncle Max and then at me -- "have
got one more round before we repair to the lounge for drinks!"

I grinned straight at my uncle, and he smiled back. "Ready for one more,
Nephew o' mine?"

"Sure thing, Uncle Stud," I answered reaching for his rapidly reviving
erection.

Dad and Brian reluctantly pulled out of our asses, and I slid around to
face Uncle Max, who sat up on his heels. Dad put his arm over Brian's
shoulders, and Brian rested his hand on Dad's thigh as they sat up to watch
us. "That's what I want: first my son fucks my brother," Dad intoned, "and
then my brother fucks my son!"

My ass was raw by now, of course, but the prospect of finally getting my
long, thin, hairy-legged uncle up my eager asshole drove it right out of my
mind. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch my uncle's long fucker
enter me, and he gave me a happy leer.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this beautiful little dancer ass of
yours, Son," he said. "I've been asking your dad for more than a year
whether you were going to be a member of the family' or not. But of
course he wouldn't say -- he didn't trust himself to judge. Thank god you
two finally gave us a sign!" he smirked at Brian. And with that he smoothly
drove his beautiful long prong into my now slack and messy ass-pucker.

"Aw fuck, Uncle Max!" I groaned as he hit home inside me, and again my cock
stood up off my belly for my uncle.

"Remember what I told you, Dad?" Brian asked, snickering. "There's just no
such thing as enough with my bro here."

"You didn't lie, Son -- just our good luck, I guess!" Dad answered. "Go
ahead, Bro," he said to Max. "Give our boy what he's been needing for so
long: a taste of his uncle!"

But Uncle Max was concentrating on entirely on me as he pounded against my
spread buttocks. I looked down to watch my balls bouncing in my uncle's
bushy pubes, and as I took my cock in my hand my brother bent down to lick
my nipples, one after the other. Dad got down behind his brother to ream
out the two loads he and Brian had deposited, and when Max felt his
brother's tongue on his asshole, he sighed and grimaced with ecstasy and
doubled the tempo of his thrusting between my thighs. Once again the four
of us were united with a single purpose. As I watched my brother's
beautiful head move across my chest and my uncle's handsome face above me,
I felt Dad's hand stroking the connection between his brother and his son
and it was suddenly too much for me. My nearly drained balls pumped out
another load as my sphincter tightened around my uncle's thrusting cock,
and he joined me in his own third climax.