Date: Mon, 25 Sep 2006 09:13:13 +0000
From: Christian . <xangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Family Fornication Part 3
After our four-way fuck session on the stairs, Jason opted
for food while I went upstairs to shower. It wasn't that I didn't want
to be with them all but I needed the hot, relaxation of a hot shower.
Riding all this way didn't agree with a back injury I had sustained when
I was younger and the hot water would do me a world of good. Looking
over my shoulder, I saw our cousins kiss for a long moment or two and I
just smiled at them, going up the stairs and into the bathroom.
I gave a moment's thought to a bath but then remembered that
Dad and the others would be back soon, or I hoped they would and they
might want the bathroom. Reaching into the spacious stall, I started the
hot water and stepped inside. I wet myself from head to toe and stood in
the warm spray, leaning forward to rest my arm on the wall and my head on
my arm.
"That's a picture-perfect pose."
The flash of a camera caught me off-guard. I turned to see
Oliver standing in the doorway with a camera, pointing at me. I didn't
really know what he was going to do with that but I quickly told him that
if I found it on the Internet, I'd see him Photoshopped into something
worse. He just smiled and took another one of me, water running along my
chest and down my torso.
"Just something for the family photo album." Jacob teased,
finally turning off the camera after another two photos of my chest and
ass. "No one has one like we do, I'm sure." He continued to tease,
stepping into the shower with me.
"I'm sure."
"So," He said, wetting his hair and crowding me a bit.
"Are you still weirded out by the things going on?"
"A little." I said, turning toward the water. "Jason and
I have messed around since we first were able to get hard but Uncle
Kenneth and^Å"
"Me?" Oliver said simply, soaping his blond body. "It
sort of did the same thing to my father when we told him. But when you
think about it, who else is going to love me better than he will? And it
isn't like he's raped me or molested me or any of that shit. We're
adults and we've made an adult decision."
"Yeah." Was all I could think to say.
A warm, soapy hand reached around and slid along my stomach.
My dick twitched with this new contact but I didn't say anything.
Oliver's hand was slow and steady as it traveled down my stomach and
curled slightly into the wet, pubic bush at the top of where my cock
began to grow harder. I didn't want this. Not that Oliver wasn't hot
and he certainly knew which buttons to push with me but with him and
Uncle Kenneth `involved', it complicated things.
"I don't know if this is such a good ide---ah."
He'd taken hold of my dick.
Soapy fingers massaged my cock, bringing it fully to life.
He didn't stop there but kept moving his hand up and down along my
shaft, squeezing at just the right time to give me a great sensation. I
leaned back against him and he held onto me, fully. His other hand
circled me and began running up and down along my torso, flicking my
nipples and pulling on them.
"You were saying, cuz?"
"Fuck^ÅI don't know." I answered as he was stroking my
cock and kissing my jaw. "Do what you came in here to do. Who am I to
stop you?"
The truth was, I didn't want him to stop. What he was doing
to me felt amazing. My cock was as hard as it had been downstairs and
his hand was coaxing it to more. We'd stepped out of the shower spray
and his soapy hand had a nicely slick feeling but the soap was starting
to sting so I pulled us forward, washing away the soap. Oliver's hand
didn't stop, however. He continued to stroke me, continued to glide
back and forth over my rod.
"Why don't you suck me off?" I said to him, turning and
shutting off the water.
Oliver said nothing but slid to his knees and took my hard
cock into his mouth. He began sucking hard on me and worked my balls
like he had before as I pulled on my nipples to increase the intense
pleasure he was giving me. He would look up at me, almost as if he were
asking for approval and I nodded to him that he was doing the right thing
in just the right way.
In moments, his talented mouth had me close to blowing a
load. I was a little stunned when he stopped and pulled his sweet mouth
off me. He looked up at me, smiling and wiped his mouth. I looked down
at him and watched as he stood, reached out of the shower for something
and then turned around. His leg arched and rested on the small stool
that was just outside of the shower. It opened his sweet hole and he
smeared a healthy glob of whatever he'd reached for onto it.
"Do I have to tell you what to do?" He asked me, letting
the bottle drop to the floor. "Or can you figure it out?"
I stepped to him and slipped the head of my cock into the
lubed hole. Wasting no time, I plunged into him, holding onto his waist
and instantly, started a healthy fuck-rhythm. Oliver began to moan under
me and push himself back toward me. The way he was standing, he had
leverage that I didn't and together we found a comfortable motion that
pushed my cock deep into his ass the way he seemed to like it.
"Do it, Mason^Åfuck that ass!" He coaxed, reaching through
his legs to pull at his fuck-hole. "Fuck that sweet ass good and hard
like you do Jason!"
Something in me twinged. Jason told him? We'd just met
these guys again after so long and Jason was already telling family
business?
"I know you do him. I know you plug that pucker every time
he asks you to! You bugger your brother and the two of you love it."
"Damn him." I said, holding tighter to Oliver's hips.
"Yeah, he told us everything."
I slammed home into Oliver's ass and gripped him tighter.
"He told us how you like to be his personal cum-dumpster.
How you want to be coated in cum every chance you get and how you have
those sweet little puppy-dog eyes when you don't get a load down your
throat once a week."
"Fucker!" I said, anger rising in me. I slapped Oliver's
ass, hard.
"And how you want him to finger you while he blows you."
Another, harder slap echoed in the shower as I began to
intensify my pounding of Oliver's sweet ass. Fucking my cousin the way
I'd never fucked my brother, I began slapping his cheeks, taking
handfuls of flesh and twisting hard, reddening them. I had no mercy as I
rammed myself into him, torturing his flesh.
"Yeah -- fuck that ass hard! Make me hurt, you sadistic
fuck! Fuck me hard and fast, do it, Mason! FUCK ME!" Oliver said, every
word egging me on. "Slam that sweet prick into my asshole and make it
hurt^Åuh^Åyeah!"
What he wanted, I delivered. I shoved him hard into the wall
and hoisted his leg up higher onto my arm. Arching forward, I began to
shove my cock in from head to balls and back again, slapping his ass
every time. It was more than red as I continued, but I didn't care.
The obscenities came like a stream as I began fucking without mercy. I
felt the cum boiling in my balls as I did and I wanted to fill him with
it.
"Cum in me you dirty motherfucker!" Oliver moaned, almost
as if he'd read my mind. "Don't let a drop of that stuff leave my
hole! Fuck me up with it!"
That was like a trigger. With almost supernatural precision,
I released a load of hot, creamy cum deep into my cousin's sweet, tight
ass. Holding tight to his beet-red ass, I held him still while I pumped
him full of sweet, love-goo!
"That's it, you cum-slut!" I said to him, emptying the
last of my load into his ass. "That's all I have for your ass!" I
said and slapped it again!
"Thanks, cuz." Oliver said, pulling off my drooping member
and turning to kiss me full on. "I knew if I pushed the right buttons,
I'd get what I wanted."
With that, he dried himself off, got completely out of the
shower and took hold of his camera. It was then that I noticed the red
light and knew he'd recorded the entire thing. That sneak. What was he
going to do with it, that was the question. It wasn't anything I could
do soaking wet so I turned back and finished my shower, wondering where
that tape was going to find its way to -- and when.
Going to my room, I dressed in a pair of loose shorts and
shirt. With no shoes, I went down to the kitchen just as Jacob and Jason
were coming up the stairs and into the bathroom. They were picking at
one another and making jokes about something I couldn't hear.
Continuing down the stairs, I saw Oliver lying on his stomach, legs
spread slightly, ass still red and I was sure it was hard to sit on. I
smiled as I went into the open kitchen and looked into the refrigerator.
"Good fuck up there, Mason." Oliver said to me from the
sofa. "Love the way you reddened my ass for me."
"Uh-huh." Was all I said as I pulled out some things for
dinner. I didn't know what else to say. "So, are you hungry?"
"For more cock-stuffing?" Oliver said and as I looked up,
he propped himself up on the arm of the sofa. "I'm always up for a
good fucking."
"What are you going to do with the tape?" I asked, cutting
up a fresh fish.
"Nothing. I just keep those to jerk off with."
I turned and began adding things to the fish and put the pan
on the stove, turning the dial to "low". A fresh salad would be just
the thing to go with this meal so I began pulling apart the lettuce.
Having my back to Oliver, I didn't hear him coming up behind me. It
wasn't until I felt his hand on my back that I even knew he was close.
"Why does this get to you like it does?" He asked as I
stopped. "I mean, I know it's not exactly the Waltons but we're not
doing anything wrong, really. We're all consenting adults and we know
what we're doing."
"Because it just feels strange." I said, honestly, taking
his hand away from me by moving to the other side of the counter. "I
know that we're just cousins and all and Jason and I are brothers, I
know^Åbut the rest of it. It just feels strange."
"As opposed to letting a stranger do all these things to you
because he wanted to get off?" Oliver countered. "Yeah, I can
understand why you'd turn to a stranger before turning to family. Uncle
Kenneth has been great to me."
I finally turned and regarded my cousin for a long moment.
His hair was all over the place, his handsome face still held the flush
from earlier and his golden body hair seemed to be radiant in the faint
light of the kitchen. He wasn't god-like in his build but he wasn't
overweight and he took care of himself. There was a part of me that knew
what he was talking about. I suppose I just couldn't get over making it
with my Dad or uncles. Jason was my brother, my twin and the closest
person to me on this planet. It sort of made a strange sort of sense for
me and Jason to fool around.
I put everything down on the counter and crossed the small
space between Oliver and myself. When I was standing only inches from
him, I ran my hand along his face and under his chin, bringing his face
up to me before pressing my lips slightly to his. A slight sigh escaped
one of us and the kiss went from light to tight, Oliver's hands closing
around my hips. We began to explore this idea of kissing, our tongues
sliding along one another and in and out of each other's mouths.
Motionless, we caressed one another and hands traveled all
over the bodies of both Oliver and myself. He spoke to me in soft
whispers and sighs, telling me what he wanted to do to me. It was a
beautiful few moments. When we had touched every inch of one another
that we could reach, Oliver's hand circled my hard cock through my
clothes and began teasing its head with his thumb. I couldn't help but
moan as he reached into the waistband of my shorts and slipped his hand
around the real thing.
"Just relax, cuz." He said to me, leading me by the cock
to the couch and easing me down onto it. "Let me show you what true
family bonding is about."
I spread my legs and he slipped the head of my cock into his
mouth. His tongue played around the head slightly, slipping into the
slit and around the bulbous head again before sliding down to my balls,
his hands rubbing my hairy legs. The red-gold of my pubic hair seemed
like a small fire in comparison to Oliver's blond facial hair. The two
together was quite a sight. He smiled up at me, a sign that he was
enjoying what he was doing just like I was enjoying having it done. It
was a tender feeling as Oliver's mouth took my cock again and again, his
tongue easing along the underside, his lips cushioning his descent onto
me.
His hands worked at my clothes, pulling my shorts off and
tossing them onto the couch. My shirt was harder to get off but soon, I
was naked and his mouth was working up my stomach to my nipples, biting
playfully on the way up and back down. His sweet, warm mouth encircled
my cock again and his tongue slipped up and down the shaft as he buried
it in and out of his mouth.
"Beautiful." I said to him, watching him taking my cock
repeatedly. "Stand up, Oliver." I said to him when he pulled back for
the last time.
I walked him back to the small kitchen and turned him to face
me, his back to the counter. There was a small, clear space and so, I
picked him up and placed him on the counter, moving things out of the way
as I did. Oliver's left leg moved up and out, almost instinctively. I
ran my fingers through his thick golden patch of pubic hair and pulled
gently as I moved between his legs. Leaning forward, I kissed him
deeply, letting out tongues duel deliciously for a long moment.
Bending my head, I took the head of his cock into my mouth
and began to give it the same treatment he'd given mine. Slowly, I took
it all the way to the base and let it slip out slowly and surely before
returning to the base of hit. Oliver moaned deeply as I repeated the
action several more times.
Reaching to the right of us, I took one of the peaches I had
sliced into two and squeezed it, letting the juice run along his cock
head and down over his balls. Sliding his leg over my arm, I moved
closer and pulled him to the edge of the counter. We looked at one
another for a long moment and I knew he was all right with almost
anything I wanted to do to him. His ass was open to me, his hole pink
and inviting. Taking the peach half, I slid the raw fruit along his pink
paradise and squeezed, watching the juice run along his wrinkled slot and
onto the counter. Oliver moaned and smiled at me, resting his head on
the counter behind him. I kept up the fruity baptism of his asshole,
pushing the pulpy stuff in slightly and squeezing until the juice ran
along the counter. Looking down at the glistening liquid, I bent my face
toward it.
"Damn^Å" Oliver hissed as the tip of my tongue touched his
wet hole.
It was sweet to the taste, soaked in peach juice and I pushed
my tongue in more -- letting it wedge its way into the tight pucker he
presented me with. Holding tight to his ass, I kept him in position
while I moved closer, pushing into him again and causing his asshole to
clamp onto my tongue. I heard him hiss again, my name among the sounds
and I shoved my tongue in deeper. Slipping in further, I let my thumb
slide down and begin to probe at him. It was wonderful to feel him relax
around both my oral and hand-based digit. He sighed heavily as I pulled
my tongue out and pushed my thumb in.
"You're going to do it again, aren't you?" He asked me,
sliding his arm under his head. "You're going to fuck me, aren't
you?"
"Do you want me to?" I asked him, leaning forward to kiss
him tenderly. "Do you want a slower repeat of the shower, this time
with no pictures?"
"That would be nice."
I slid my thumb slowly from his ass and looked deeply into
his eyes, kissing him tenderly again. My tongue grazed his before my
lips closed over his and I heard his moan grow a bit deeper. Positioning
my hips between his legs, I reached down and slicked up my cock with the
other half of the peach, coating it with the sticky stuff and pushing the
head against his pink hole. Looking down at him, I saw him open his
mouth, almost in wanting as I pushing in the first full inch. It was a
nice tightness that gripped me and I pushed forward still more.
"God^Å" Oliver said as I pushed my cock slowly into him.
"That's beautiful."
When my pubic hair scraped against his balls, Oliver's right
leg hooked itself around my waist and he told me he wanted it slow but
hard. I smiled at him and took hold of his shaved balls and pulled them
up in a tight grip. His cock throbbed and a thick pearl of pre-cum oozed
onto his furry stomach. Scooping it up with my other hand, I brought the
stuff to Oliver's mouth and was thrilled when he licked it off my
finger.
"Slide that cock to me good and hard, cuz." He said,
licking his lips and holding to my forearm. "Fuck me, Mason!"
Obliging his polite request, I set up a gentle but steady
rhythm within him. My cock slid back and forth, pushing and pulling him
off and onto the counter. His arm cushioned his head but his ass cheeks
hit the edge and I knew that with the previous beating, they still had to
hurt a bit. He gave no indication this was true as he coached me to do
him harder but not faster. We took things slowly and with every movement
on my part, back or forth, Oliver was all smiles. Positive reinforcement
of my actions told me he wanted what we were doing and looking down at
him and his oozing cock, I knew I wanted it, too.
"I know you're close." Oliver said to me, out of the
blue. "You're close to fucking creaming my insides, aren't you,
Mason?"
"Fuck^Å" was all I could say in answer as my hips kept
moving.
"Then do it, cuz. Come in my ass^Ålet it overflow!"
As if he'd given me a magical pass, I felt my balls tighten
as I buried my cock in his sweet ass. Within a few seconds, I was
pumping his anal cavity full of hot semen that splashed up inside of him
and began seeping out onto the counter, running along the edge like the
peach juice had. As it did, Oliver's hand had coaxed his own load from
his impressive cock and it began spurting out and up into the air like a
small fountain! Small sprinkles of white began dotting his furry stomach
and I couldn't help but be mesmerized as he began to scoop them up and
sliding his cum-coated fingers to his mouth to lick them off. It was
HOT!
"Sweeter than peaches." Oliver said, sitting up and sliding
his lips across mine, holding the back of my head while the kiss
deepened.
I tasted the salty taste of his cum and licked it from his
tongue. Sucking his tongue for all I could get of it, I moaned against
him, feeling my cock sliding from his ass just as his tongue slid from my
mouth.
"That was wonderful, Mason." Oliver said to me, rubbing my
chest. "I still don't understand why you're so shy around family.
You're a great fuck and you have a wonderful technique with your hips."
Oliver slid over into the sink and let his butt settle into
it. He began to run hot water and wash his asshole. I smiled at him,
not afraid to do anything like this and damn the consequences. It
reminded me of Jason. When he was clean, he let himself off the counter
and began cleaning the sink with the same hot water. I watched him as if
I couldn't drag my eyes off of him. He turned to face me and I
couldn't take my eyes off his hairy body as it came toward me.
"I'll bet that your brother isn't the only one you'd like
to be with, is it?" He asked me as he came to a halt inches in front of
me. "Your dad's pretty humpy, isn't he?"
"If you think so, I guess." I said, moving away from him
and taking some paper towels to clean the counter and my cock. "Jason
thinks so."
"I'll bet he does."
Washing myself off, I got dressed again and returned to the
task I'd set of making dinner. It was several minutes before Oliver
started in on the same topic, again. He was asking about Dad and Jason
and the three of us and how we'd been together for a while without
anything happening between us but I wasn't sure exactly where he might
be going with it all. He helped me set the table but that didn't stop
him from continuing his questioning of our living arrangements.
"Neither one of you has ever done anything with your dad?"
He said as I laid the forks and spoons across the plates. "As hot as
your dad is and you've neither one so much as sucked him off?"
"No." I said, simply.
"But you've thought about it. Please tell me that you've
at least thought about it. I know I have. Every time I saw your
father's hairy ass, I've wanted to bury my face in it and never come
up. His meat's sent straight from the Heavenly Deli, I'll tell you
that!"
"You know, I think I've really had enough of this
conversation, if its all the same to you." I told Oliver as I made sure
that there was enough room for everything. "You and I, Jason and I,
it's alright but I really don't want to talk about my dad's sexual
stuff."
Partially because it really touched a cord with me. It
didn't know why, but it did. It made me anxious, angry, upset and
fidgety, all at once. I wanted to know so much about what went on in my
dad's bedroom with my uncles and cousins but then, I didn't want to
know any of it, at the same time. When I'd gotten by Oliver to get the
drinks from the refrigerator, the door opened to the cabin and my uncles
and father came through it.
"Well, damn me all to hell!" Uncle Kenneth said, surveying
my handiwork. "This looks damned good, Mason. We're going to shower
and come down right away."
"This does look good son." Dad said, smiling at me -- and
that's when I noticed the dark red marks on his shoulder and those on
the right cheek of his ass as he turned to follow Kenneth. "Can't wait
to try it."
It was then -- and only then -- that the realization that my
father had been naked along with the others when he came in smacked me
across the mental face! My uncles filed up the stairs with my father and
they were all naked. They hadn't just gone for a walk, as I'd told
myself. They'd been doing the same thing in the woods that Oliver and I
-- and Jason and Jacob, for that matter -- had been doing. Something
like a sharp spike went through me, then. Why was I so upset about
that? Maybe Oliver wasn't all that far off the mark, after all.
Maybe there was more to my feelings for Dad than I let on.
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