Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2006 08:40:14 +0000
From: Christian . <xangel@hotmail.com>
Subject: Family Fornication Part 5
When I finally woke up, it was after eleven in the morning.
The bed beside me was empty; Jacob was already awake, then. Throwing
back the covers, I got up and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. Slipping
on flip-flops, I headed downstairs. The house was strangely quiet. With
all the libidos here, I was sure that I'd wake up to moans and groans of
all sorts but there was nothing.
The kitchen was vacant, as well.
I looked out into the back yard and saw that everyone in the
house had chosen to spend the day outside, it seemed. Jacob and Oliver
were playing football with Uncle Steven while Dad and Uncle Kenneth
talked over coffee cups at the small, round table to the side of the
house. Looking around, I didn't see Jason anywhere. That was strange.
Turning, I headed back upstairs to Dad's room and found my twin still
asleep there. For a long moment, I just stared at him before shaking
him.
"What the fuck, Jason?" I asked him as he squinted at me
through his sleep-filled eyes. "You're in dad's bed."
"Yeah," He said groggily. "Jacob was in mine."
"That all or did you and dad have a second round of secret
sex?"
"Oh, fuck, Mason...it's too early for this shit." Jason
responded, turning away from me.
I tore the sheet from him to discover he was naked. He
flipped back over, bounding from the bed and grabbing me by the throat
and shoulder, forcing me against the wall beside the bed before I could
do anything about it.
"Listen, you little shit!" He said through clenched teeth.
"So you saw us last night, huh? Well isn't that just too fucking
bad?! You're always sneaking around and watching people fuck when
you'd give anything to BE the one they're fucking!"
It wasn't that I couldn't breathe or respond, Jason held me
to keep me still, not hurt me. There wasn't anything that came to mind
as witty or helpful. Looking at his face, it was like a twisted mirror
version of my own anger.
"And Dad...you've been sweating after him for as long as you
could get your cock hard! What pisses you off more about last night,
Mason? The fact that it was me that he was slipping cock to or the fact
that if you'd come down off your moral high-horse for six seconds, he'd
be throwing prick to your ass, too?"
I didn't say anything. I couldn't -- I didn't know what
TO say.
"The fucking laugh-riot about this whole thing is that is
exactly what this whole goddamn trip was about!" Jason said, relaxing
his grip and taking a step back, grabbing at the sheet. "Dad and Uncle
Steven have fucked around, yeah, but it was to loosen your tight-ass up
so that Dad might have a crack at your hole, too! Jesus, to be so smart,
you're awfully stupid, Mason."
"What?" I asked, dumbly, his words not sinking in, fully.
"Dad." Jason responded, sitting on the side of the bed.
"He wants your candy-ass so bad he can't stand it but he doesn't want
to just rape you, dumb shit. He thought that by bringing you here with
all the other wild family fuck shit, you'd let down your holier than
thou attitude long enough for him to plug you."
"Dad...wants me?" I asked, not realizing exactly what this
meant.
"Sure does, little brother." Jason said, rolling back over
and pulling the sheet over him. "Now all you have to do is make sure
the two of you end up alone together long enough for him to ask you.
He's not going to do it in front of the others. He's afraid you'll
say no and injure his fragile pride."
I didn't know what to say to this. It made sense. I
thought of the day we'd gotten here when Dad was telling me about him
and Uncle Steven. Was he going to ask me then when we were interrupted?
What about the summer we'd gone to Anchorage for vacation? Had his
attempt to sleep on the couch-bed in the hotel been the opening he was
going to take? I second-guessed everything and too much so, sometimes.
Cursing myself, I went to the bathroom and took a shower, hot and
cleansing. I made sure I was clean all over and went back into the
bedroom to change jeans and shirts.
When I was dressed again, I went downstairs and my mind raced
ahead of me into the backyard but my feet held back. What would I say to
him? "Hey dad, let's fuck the way we both want to." That was classy.
Here I stood in the doorway to our backyard where my cousins and uncles
were just lounging around and the object of my personal desire was only a
few feet away and I couldn't make my feet move. Just as I was about to
die of complete embarrassment, I saw my father stand from his chair and
turn toward the house.
"Hey, Mason!" He shouted, before I could move. "Why
don't you come out? Bring me a fresh drink on the way, son?"
Fuck. I hadn't wanted to "come out", so to speak. I
nodded anyway and went to the refrigerator. My father didn't drink beer
so I grabbed one of the diet sodas in there and headed outside. As I was
nearing them, I noticed that my uncles had joined my father. I nodded my
hello to them when they spoke and handed the drink to its new owner. Dad
smiled at me, his facial hair crinkling with the gesture. Damn but he
was sexy as fuck!
"So, what's the plan for the day?" I asked, looking
around.
"We're going to hike up to the lake." Uncle Kenneth
answered. "Jacob, Oliver and Mason are going into town later for an
afternoon movie."
"Want to come with us?" Uncle Steven said to me, sipping
his own drink. "Might be fun."
"Sure." I responded, hoping I didn't sound too eager.
"Not much on I'd really like to see, anyway. The hike sounds pretty
cool."
There! I had my chance! If I could just get dad alone for
two seconds and let him know what was going on inside my pants, it would
be great. This was what I was waiting for! This hike would pair us off
into twos and I could finally be alone with Dad.
About two hours later, my uncles and my father were walking
along the dusty trail that led up the small set of hills outside the
cabin up to where my father first took me and Jason camping. The trail
was rocky and on a pretty steep incline but overall, it was pretty smooth
going. Each of us wore a small pack with water, food, a bedroll and
whatever random things we added -- like my Ipod and other things needed
to avoid boring conversations about work.
Uncle Kenneth was in the lead. He was dressed in khaki
shorts that rode his hips like a biker on a Harley and hiking boots. A
black cap hid his hair and reflective sunglasses hid his eyes but he was
shirtless and sweaty -- and kinda hot! He knew this place better than
any of us and was the first out of the car and into the woods at the
trail's beginning. All of my life, he'd always liked all this hiking
and outdoors stuff. Dad was behind him and equally as hot in denim
shorts that were fraying in all the right places and a white, cotton tank
top that hugged him tighter than Jason had last night. I still couldn't
get that out of my head.
I walked behind Dad with Uncle Steven following me. He'd
opted for the same khaki shorts and a light blue shirt that hung loosely
but not baggy over his thick frame. He had a hat and sunglasses, the
same as Uncle Kenneth and when I would glance over my shoulder, I wasn't
sure if he was looking at me, or not. I didn't mind either way, but it
was sort of creepy the way his glasses reflected everything. He would
smile at me as I looked back and he was making polite conversation with
me as we went.
We rounded the top of the hill we were on and the wooded area
gave way to a clearing. This was where we normally stopped and so we
hailed to tradition and did the same. Uncle Kenneth propped his pack
against a tree and turned away from us to take a long, steady piss before
reaching into his pack to replenish his lost water. Dad wiped his
forehead with a bandana and tied it around his head, giving him a
"Survivor" look without even knowing it. He smiled widely when Uncle
Steven commented on this very thing and told him he was way hotter than
those guys.
"Don't you think so, Mason?" He asked me, and I nodded.
I didn't know what else to do, to be honest. Dad and Uncle
Steven started talking about work and I wanted to go to sleep. The
conversation shifted around to Uncle Kenneth and his plans for moving in
with us. That caught my attention.
"...at the end of the month, maybe." Kenneth had been
saying when I tuned in. "I think that Jacob is looking forward to the
change."
"And the chance to fuck my father." I said before I could
stop myself.
"What was that, son?" Dad asked and I wished instantly to
be anywhere but here. "What did you just say?"
I just stared at him.
"I think you and I need to have a talk when we get back."
Dad said, taking up his pack and heading into the next leg of our hike.
Without a word, Uncle Kenneth did the same and left me and Uncle Steven
standing alone.
"Not smart, guy."
"No shit, really?" I asked him, taking up my own pack.
"Foot in mouth disease affects us all at times."
"Why don't you cut your dad some slack?" Steven asked,
putting his hand on the pack. "He's really trying to make this all
work out for everyone."
"Especially Jason and Uncle Kenneth." I shot back.
"What the hell does that mean?"
"Nothing."
"Look, Mason, you're too old for this childish shit. Your
father is a grown man and he can make his own decisions. Kenneth isn't
that bad. In fact, he's a lot like your father and you could make the
best of a great situation and not even realize it. You really need to
let go of some of this attitude, son."
"I'm not your son." I said, turning to follow the others.
"No, you're not." Uncle Steven said after me. I could
tell he was following, as well. "If you were, I'd have fucked that
baby-boy ass of yours a LONG time ago and you wouldn't be carrying such
a hard-on for me like you're doing your own dad."
I didn't turn around. I didn't want him to see my face
turning scarlet as I walked. Ahead of me, Dad and Uncle Kenneth were
several feet away. My father was angry with me and I couldn't blame
him. It just slipped out and I wanted to apologize but I wasn't sure
exactly how to go about doing that. There had to be a way, didn't
there? The time would present itself and I'd take it.
About another two hours brought us to the lake we'd been
headed toward and Uncle Steven set about setting up our tent right away.
It was a big fucker and took him a long time to do it. In the time it
took him to get things set up, we'd gather firewood and Uncle Kenneth
had started cooking the small fish he'd caught with my dad. We laid out
the food and sat around the newly started campfire (thanks to me!) and
talked about the weekend. I noticed my dad was rather quiet.
Soon, Uncle Kenneth headed down to the water's edge and I
thought this might be a chance for me to fix some of this crap so I
followed him.
He kicked off his boots and pulled his sock off when he came
to the edge of the water. I watched him undo the fastenings of his
shorts and tug them over trim hips before letting them fall and stepping
out of them. He looked just like Dad from this angle except his hair was
shorter and there was no small triangle of dark hair just above his ass
like Dad had. When he started toward the water, he stopped and turned to
face me. His cock hung thickly between his balls and swayed a bit with
the motion.
"Are you coming in?" He asked and I nodded, stripping off
my clothes.
We swam out a ways from the shore, playing in the water and
laughing. It was like I was ten again with him splashing me in the face
and trying to grab me underwater. Evading him wasn't as easy as it had
been then and soon, he'd grabbed me and was hauling me toward the
shore. I was laughing, mostly but something screwy was happening to my
cock. The tightness of his arm around my waist and that sexy rasp of
breath he had as he carried me got to me.
"There." He said, slinging me onto my back and straddling
me. "Now I've got you where I want you."
"And what are you going to do with me now that you've got
me?" I asked him, not meaning to flirt but realizing that was the way it
was coming out. "Want me to do what Uncle Steven was doing to you when
we first got here?"
I hadn't planned on saying that.
"Come to think of it," Kenneth said, taking his flaccid
meat into his thick hand. "That sounds like a great idea now that you
bring it up."
Looking down at me, I saw something in my uncle that I
hadn't seen before -- a spark of my father. His mouth drew into a smirk
I'd seen before and I knew it was Dad's. I propped myself up on my
arms and watched as he stroked himself a bit. His hairy groin was
trimmed and neat and looked very inviting as my own cock rose to the same
state he was achieving.
"Let me put it in my mouth, I'll make it happen faster than
you can." I said to him, licking my lips.
He let his cockhead rest on my mouth and I opened it,
slipping it in by easing my head closer to him. The softness of his dick
was astounding but nice. It was expanding from the second it touched my
lips and soon, he was hard and pulsing in my mouth. It was thrilling to
be mouthing such a nice cock -- and one so close to my father's. I
tasted salty ooze and knew he was as turned onto this as I was and I
swallowed mightily as I sucked and tongued the underside of his cock.
His hands went to the back of my head to tangle in my hair and hold me
close to him. He was tender as he began to rock his hips forward and
backward.
"Ah...yeah..." He moaned softly as I sucked harder and
tongued him softer. "Please that meat, nephew." Coaxing me, he cooed
to me and a charge of something went through my body. "Make Uncle
Kenneth feel good, baby." He said, his voice the opposite of my
father's. "That's it...suck me. Suck my rod nice and easy."
I gripped his shapely ass, wet fur wrapping around my
fingers. I held onto him for support as I struggled to take him all into
my mouth with each forward thrust of his hips. Kenneth was supportive to
me as he held my head and neck in his hands, easing his dick in and out
at a steady, slow pace.
"Lay your head back." Came the soft suggestion and I did
as he asked, allowing him to place my head on the sandy short. "Now,
open your mouth as wide as you can."
Again, I did as he said and he assumed a push-up position over my prone
body. "Yeah, that's the good boy."
His cock filled my open mouth and he began doing push-ups,
sliding it in and out of my mouth. I sucked hard on his rod when he
pulled out and slid my tongue along his length when he slipped it back
into me. This alternation was just what he wanted, it seemed and I
basked in his hushed and raspy praise of me as he face-fucked me with his
daddy-like dick. Stroking myself all the while, I knew we'd reach the
point we were both striving for soon.
"Fuck, Mason...why didn't we do this sooner?" Uncle
Kenneth said softly as he reached under me with one hand to cradle my
head. "You're gonna taste what you've been missing all this time now,
nephew."
Balancing on one arm, he withdrew the length of his cock
until I held only the head in my mouth. With an almost sheer act of
concentration, he let his load fly and it washed over my tongue like a
honeyed fountain! Wave after beautiful wave slid over my waiting tongue
and I let it collect in my mouth, tasting it and savoring his heady
salty-sweet taste like a fine wine.
"Awwww, Jesus, Mason!" My uncle swore as he emptied his
load into my waiting mouth. "Take me, son...swallow that fucking seed!"
Something about him saying the word "son" sent a shockwave
through me and I shot my own -- spewing my stomach and Uncle Kenneth's
stretched legs with my hot juice! I felt it run over my hand as it came
out and down like a small rainstorm. I moaned against my uncle's dick
and finally swallowed my treasure. Like fine cognac, it went down and
like the same, it was good stuff!
"Goddamn, Mason..." Kenneth said as he rolled slowly off of me to settle
on the ground beside of me. "You suck dick like your father."
I didn't know what to say to this. It was hard to picture
my father at anyone's crotch but Kenneth must know what he was talking
about. They were brothers and hell, I knew what made Jacob and Oliver
moan when Jason was in the middle of the two of them. I knew all too
well because he'd been doing the same thing to me for as long as we'd
been able to get hard-ons.
"I'm sorry about what I said earlier." I blurted out,
sitting up.
"Hey, don't worry about it." Kenneth told me, sitting up
and slipping an arm around my shoulders. "I'm alright with anything.
It takes more than that to hurt my feelings. But your dad, now...that's
a whole other thing. You might want to make nice with him about it
all."
"How?"
"You're a smart boy." Kenneth said, standing and taking
his clothes up as he did. "You're bound to figure something out with
all the talents at your disposal."
I waited for a few moments and washed myself off in the lake
and dressed myself. When I was confident on how I could go about this, I
made my way back to camp and found that Uncle Kenneth had already gone to
bed. Uncle Steven and my father sat on the ground talking. Dad looked
at me for a moment before standing and heading into the tent, taking off
his shoes and socks before doing so. When I looked over, Uncle Steven
just shrugged his shoulders.
I had little choice but to get into the tent. I didn't want
to stay out here and talk to Uncle Steven and when I got inside, I saw
that both my Dad -- who had chosen to lay against the wall -- and Uncle
Kenneth were concentrating on sleeping. I briefly wondered if Jason was
doing either Oliver or Jacob at this moment or if they were piled up
together, all three of them. Something about Oliver intrigued more than
just my mind and I suddenly missed him as I pulled off my shirt and felt
the tingle in my nipples at the crisp air around us. I opened the
sleeping bag blanket that had been arranged and settled in, my back
against Uncle Kenneth's and soon, the sound of snoring was lost to my
own.
A warmth greeted me in the morning and as I opened my eyes, I
noticed that it was Uncle Steven's hand and arm as both lay across my
lower body. Like I normally did, I had shed my shirt and the warm body
felt good in the morning chill. Beside me, I saw that Uncle Kenneth had
vacated his spot and my father still lay against the wall, his face to
that side, his bare back visible to me. I slipped out of Steven's loose
grip and slid quietly across the expanse to where Dad lay. He was still
sleeping, it appeared.
With a practiced stealth, I positioned my body alongside my
father's prone one. I slid my hand down his torso and found he was
naked. My cock throbbed at the thought and I was thankful again for
morning wood! Closing the distance between our bodies, I slid my shorts
down my legs and pushed them aside.
"Not now, Kenneth..." Dad mumbled in his sleep as I pressed
myself against him, letting my dick slide naturally into his furry
crack. "Go bother Steven."
"Daddy," I whispered into his ear as I moved against his
body. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier."
"Mason?"
"It's me, finally." I said, emphasizing what I was saying
by thrusting my hips a bit harder than I had been. "I..."
Dad turned over and looked at me, his eyes opening and
focusing for a longer moment as if he were wrapping his head around what
was happening. There was still a haze of sleep to his actions but he
turned over completely and pulled me into his arms. My thickening cock
slid up against his and I felt a thrill race through my body. The smell
of his body was like opium and boy was I getting high!
"Don't you know that no one can take you away from me."
He said to me, his hand stroking my hair. "You and Jason are my life.
You always have been. Why do you think that I tried so hard to keep the
two of you with me all this time and especially in the face of what your
mother was capable of."
His hand kept at my hair and my cock throbbed harder against
him with every stroke of his strong hand. The hair on his chest tickled
my nose and I nuzzled in deeper, rubbing my face along his thick forest.
The cleft between his pectoral muscles was perfect for my face and I took
in a deep breath. Heaven greeted me and I smiled as he continued to
reassure me and stroke my hair. His other hand rubbed along my back as
he rolled us up a bit so that he could move his arm.
I couldn't believe that after so many years of watching him
with a stream of guys and listening to him fucking all night that I might
finally be going to get my turn at his sweet body, hot cock and
everything else that he might have to offer me. He bent his head to me
and I looked up at him. His eyes fell on mine and I opened my mouth to
say something to him. It was then that I felt his lips fasten on mine,
moving, sliding, merging us together.
His hands gripped me, tightly. Moans echoed in the tent, his
and mine as the kiss deepened and I felt his cock respond to all that was
happening. I clutched back at him, holding onto him for dear life,
thinking that if I didn't this all might just disappear in a puff of
smoke and I'd wake up with a hard-on and a world of frustration.
His tongue slid into my mouth and I welcomed it with another,
deeper moan. My own tongue slid against his and I ground my crotch into
him. If this wasn't a sure sign that I wanted what was happening, I
didn't know what would be.
"You want this, don't you, Mason?" Dad asked, rolling me
onto my back and himself over the top of me. "Isn't that what this has
all been about?" He went on, repositioning himself so that his cock was
pressed tightly against mine. "Jason said that it was and I don't want
to do something you don't want or that you're going to feel badly
about, later."
"I won't." I told him, holding us together. "And I do
want this, Dad. I think I've always wanted this."
I heard a rustling to the side of us and saw that Uncle
Steven had turned to face the other wall and pulled the sleeping bag up
around him. I looked from him to my father and we both had the same
idea. I grabbed for my clothes and so did he. When we were armed with
shoes, shorts and shirts, Dad and I exited the tent and headed out away
from the campfire, my uncles and any interruptions we might encounter if
we stayed. This wasn't going to be a quickie -- but something that we
could take our time with.