Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2000 16:58:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: Family Friction (Part 4)

Disclaimer:

The following story deals with incest, watersports, scat and other
fetishes.  If you are under the age of eighteen, or find this kind of
sexual activity offensive, STOP HERE!

Family Friction (Part 4)
By Rim4you

1

The sun's rays penetrated through the window of Brandon's bedroom.  I
blinked my eyes open and the realization that I was not in my room, and
the memory of what transpired between Brandon and I, just hours
beforehand, caused my young cock to stir anew.

I could hear Brandon's gentle snoring and a feeling of security
overwhelmed me as I realized too, that Brandon had his arm draped over
my chest, cradeling me close to him as the two of us lay on our sides.

Brandon's morning hardon pressed against the small of my back.  I
stirred at the touch of the bull cock as it seemed to pulse with life
against my creamy, smooth skin.  Brandon sighed and drew me even closer
to him, now slipping both of his powerful arms around me.  Leaning over,
he kissed me gently upon my cheek.

"Good morning, Alex!"  Brandon whispered.  "Did you sleep okay?"

I turned over on my side to face Brandon.  With a smile on my face I
gazed into his penetrating emerald green eyes.

"Good morning, Brandon!"  I whispered back, reaching up to stroke his
tossled jet black hair.  "I slept real well."

Then lowering my eyes and feeling a blush rushing to my face, I added
coyly, "I've never had sex with a man before or ever really slept with
one either."

"Well I hope,"  Brandon chuckled, "that on either count, I didn't
disappoint you."

"Oh no, Brandon!  It was wonderful!"

"Can I ask you something, Alex?"

"What?"

"You mean you've never even played around with a buddy of yours?  You
know ... like just jacking off together?"

"Well ... uh ..."  I stammered, a little embarassed.  "Last year Dad
took me and my best friend, Damon, to DisneyWorld and ... uh ... one
morning when Damon and I got up we heard this moaning coming from the
bathroom.  So Damon and I tip-toped towards the bathroom.  The door was
slightly ajar."

"What did you see?"  Brandon asked.

"Damon and I saw Dad, buck assed naked sitting on the toilet, his eyes
shut, beatin' his meat!"

"And?"  Brandon's curiousity perked.

"Well ... uh ... we watched!  When Dad blew his wad, Damon and I
skee-daddled from the door and back to our bed.  When we heard the
shower running, Damon and I looked at each other.  Our dicks were hard
and poking up the front of our underwear.  Next thing I remember, Damon
and I had our dicks out and pointed them at each other and started
beating off!"

Brandon chuckled.

"Was that the first time you'd ever seen Brad masturbate?"

Now I know I was blushing.  Brandon ran his fingers through my long,
wavy brown hair.

"No,"  I answered, softly.  "I'd seen him do it several times before."

"Did it excite you whenever you saw Brad stroking his cock?"

"Yes, it did.  Very much!  Sometimes I got the feeling that Dad knew I
was watching ... as if he wanted me to see him!"

Brandon thought back to the previous night's activities in the
livingroom between himself, Brad and Jake and how Brad had mentioned
that Alex had caught him masturbating sometimes.  Brandon smiled.

"Well, Alex, perhaps after all the events of last night, Brad will be
more receptive to you."

"What do you mean?"  I asked.

"Brad and I have been playin' around with each other since ... uh ...
ever since I can remember!"

"And Jake too?"  I questioned.

"Yes.  Does that upset you?"

"No,"  I replied, after having pondered for a moment.

Brandon and I both fell silent.  Only his arms wrapped around me gave me
a feeling of comfort and security.

"I smell breakfast cooking!"  I gasped.  "I'm starving!"

Brandon flung back the covers.  He grasped his bull cock in his hand and
waved it at me.

"If ya want me to shit, Brandon, ya gotta let me eat some food!"

"You gotta point there, buddy!"  Brandon busted out laughing.

"Wait a minute,"  I said, grabbing the bull cock in my hand and
teasingly pumping it, "how come you're still in bed and not out and
about doing your morning chores?"

"Jake and I are playing hooky for the next two days!  The hired hands
can manage things.  Besides," Brandon playfully groaned, "it'll give us
more time to get to know each other better!"

Brandon leaned forward and kissed me deeply.

2

"Brandon!  Alex!"  Brad's voice boomed from the direction of the
staircase, "get your lazy asses down here now!  Breakfast is ready!"

Brandon and I scrambled out of bed.  Brandon slipped on a pair of
shorts, then rumaged through his chest of drawers for something for me
to put on.

"Here.  These oughtta fit ya.  They're my old gym shorts from high
school.  Fuck!  They still got cum stains in 'em!"

I slipped the shorts on, not caring what they looked like.

"The last one downstairs has to eat shitty asshole!"  Brandon exclaimed.

We both hesitated then busted out laughing as we made a mad rush for the
door and ran down the hallway, our footsteps pounding on the floor.  At
the top of the stairs, Brandon hopped on the bannister and slid his way
down the staircase.

"That's not fair, Brandon!"  I shouted, laughing the whole time.

When Brandon hit the bottom, Brad was waiting to slap his younger
brother on the ass.

"Gotta be quick around here, Alex!"  Brad shouted back.

"Guess you lost, huh?"  Brandon mused, as I descended the staircase.

"I suppose I did,"  I quirked, with a sheepish grin.  "That means I get
the goodies!"  I yelled, as I botled past Brad and Brandon and ran into
the kitchen.

"What the ..."  Jake hollered, as I nearly collided with him as he was
setting the food down on the table.  "you boys better not be tearing up
Clare's house!  I'll have to take a switch to all three of you!"

"Sorry Jake!"  I laughed, pulling out a chair and plopping down.  "Feed
me!  I'm hungry!"

By that time, Brad and Brandon had turned the corner into the kitchen.
Their arms clasped around each others' shoulders, laughing and whooping
it up.

"You nearly fell off the bannister halfway down!"  Brad hollered.

"You know how long it's been since I did that?"  Brandon laughed back.

"It was easier when we were kids!"  Brad answered.

"And your fat asses weren't as big either!  Clare!"  Jake looked upward
and sighed, "They're your boys!"

The four of us sat down to a hearty breakfast that Jake had prepared.
Eggs, beacon, pancakes, toast, sausage, hash browns, orange juice,
coffee, and especially for Brad and I, since we lived in the south,
grits.

"Ugh!"  Brandon moaned, as he loaded up his plate and sat down, "how can
you guys eat that stuff?"  Referring to the grits.

"I hear tell, little brother,"  Brad laughed, "that you eat grosser shit
than this!"

I nearly choked with laughter.  Jake reached over and began patting me
on the back.

"You okay, Alex?"

I shot a look at Brandon who responded by winking back at me.

"I'm okay, Jake,"  I said, suddenly turning thoughtful from the fit of
laughter, "It's just that I miss Grandma right now."

"Ah son!"  Brad exclaimed, putting his arm around me.  "We all miss your
Grandma!"

Then I giggled.  "She made better hash browns than you, Jake!"

"Why you little smart ass!"  Jake bellowed.  "I'm gonna have to take you
over my knee and ..."

"Spank me?"  I asked.

"Well, yeah!"

"Promise?"

We all cracked up laughing.

"Eat up boys!"  Jake said.  "There's plenty. The more you eat ..."

"The more you'll shit!"  I exclaimed.

"And the more you shit ..."  Brandon piped in.

"The more you'll get!"  Brad rounded out the refrain.

"It's so good to have you boys home!"  Jake mused.  "I'm a lucky man.
Clare and I were blessed to have such fine boys as you two.  And as for
you, Alex,"  Jake said, rubbing the top of my head, "you're my pride and
joy!"

"Ah Gramps!"  I hissed, "Don't go gettin' all mushy on me!"

"Oh, he'll get mushy on you alright,"  Brandon laughed, hysterically,
"in a special way!"

We all busted out laughing.  The ice had melted.  The nervousness and
uncertainty from the night before had dissipated.

3

"We'll only be gone a couple of hours," Jake said, as he cranked up the
truck, "you sure you boys don't wanna come along for the ride?  You're
more than welcome."

"Nah!"  Brad answered.  "I think Alex and I will just kick back here and
relax while you're gone."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do,"  Brandon whispered in my ear as he
headed towards the truck.  "Go for it!"

"Get it all hot and sweaty for me!"  I whispered back, as I patted
Brandon on the ass.

"You can count on it,"  Brandon replied.  "And besides, you owe me from
this morning.  Remember?  Last one downstairs?"

"Oh, I remember,"  I sighed.

Brad and I waved as the truck headed down the driveway.

The sun was beaming down.  It was hot.  I could feel the sweat trickling
down my body and I thought about the same effect the heat was having
upon Brad, my father.

As Brad waved his arm to the disappearing truck, I could see beads of
sweat rolling down his hairy armpit.  The white tank top he was wearing
accentuated every outline of his sculpted chest.  The dampness of the
cloth, saturated with perspiration from the heat of the August sun, sent
waves of many aromas into my young nostrils.  I detected the distinct
odor that was Brad.

"Wanna take a hike up to the lake, Alex?"

"Sure!"

"Let me get some things into a backpack and we'll trek on up there."

It was about a mile hike up to the lake.  Jakes property, all seven
hundred acres of it, which had been in the family for generations,
bordered the lake.  The only neighbor that could be seen was across the
lake, about a half mile away.

Brad and I returned to the house.  In my backpack, he arranged some
sandwiches and snacks.  In his, he placed a small cooler with drinks.
Sodas and a six pack of beer.

Armed with our essentials, we headed out towards the lake.  I didn't
mind the mile long trek in the 90 degree heat.  Brad, taking the lead,
afforded me the sight of his muscular backside dripping with sweat.
Following, behind him, I lusted for the full mounds of his ass which
bobbed with every step he took.  A muscular butt, confined within the
tight cut off jeans that he wore.

Our journey took us past the pig pen, where two of Jake's pigs were ripe
for the slaughter, wallowing in their stench and filth.

"Whew!"  Brad uttered, as we approached the pen, "sure does stink around
here!"

"Yeah!  Sure does," I responded, riveting my eyes on Brad's luscious
ass, wondering what his ass smelled like.
At the same moment, I let rip a juicy fart.

"Jeez, Alex!"  Brad retorted, looking back at me.  "It stinks enough
around here.  Did ya havta make it worse?"

"You mean better!"  I smirked.

"Whatever!"  Brad responded.

Jake's pigs were grunting happily.  Wallowing in their filth rooting out
stray bits of carrots, potatos and whatever they could rummage from
their trough.  The ground beneath them strewn with their waste.

"Why do pigs wallow in their shit?"  I asked.

"I dunno,"  Brad answered, a little hesitant.  "I guess they like it."

"Do you suppose," I inquired, "that the smell and taste of their shit
turns them on?"  I ventured, boldly.

"Maybe,"  Brad answered, "but they're just dumb animals."

"Just like us," I murmerred.

"Huh?"  Brad replied.

"Ah, nothin'," I answered, "just a dumb thought.

Brad knew where this conversation was leading but he didn't want to give
into it just yet.  The sight of the pig pen and its foul stench, took
his mind back to the previous night and his brother, Brandon, fucking
his shitty ass with the bull cock; Jake punishing him for shitting on
the porch, the remnants of which were still there.

And now his fourteen-year-old son striking up a conversation about pigs
wallowing in their filth, and ripping, what Brad perceived to be, a wet,
juicy fart, the stench of the pig sty filling his nostrils, caused
Brad's ten inches of man cock to swell within the sweaty confines of his
cut offs.

"So what were you and Brandon up to last night?"  Brad asked.  Venturing
inquisitively.  Cautiously.

"Dad!"  I gasped.

Brad stopped in his tracks.  Slowly, he turned around to face me.  His
penetrating green eyes met my baby blues.

"So?"  Brad asked.

"It's just that ... we ... uh ...  I mean ..."  I spun around to avoid
his glance, hanging my head.

Brad approached me from behind and encircled me in his arms.  He nuzzled
his head into the nape of my neck and sighed.

"It's okay, Alex!"  He whispered.

"It's just that last night ... I was so ... uh ..."  I stammered.

"I understand, son!  I'm ashamed by the way I handled the situation."

"Oh no, Brad!"  I sighed, turning to face him.  "It's not your fault.
None of it is!  I just ..."

Brad drew me into his arms and kissed me.  The stench of the pig pen
swirled in my nostrils as he pulled me tightly to him.  Was it the aroma
of shit?  Brad's perspiration?  Or the fact that he was kissing me, that
drove me into the abyss of young, pent up, teen-age lust?

I responded to my fathers' kiss with a deep ardor.  Here was a man
kissing me passionately who was only sixteen years older than me.

"Brad!  Dad!"  I moaned

"Oh, Alex!  My beautiful, sweet boy!"  Brad sighed, his tongue probing
the depths of my wet mouth.  "I love you, Alex!"

"I love you too, Brad!"  I goraned, hungrily back.  "I need you!  I've
wanted you for the longest time!"

"I'm yours, son!  I'm totally yours!"

"Honest?"  I asked.

"How could I ever lie to you now, Alex?"

I returned Brad's kiss with a fiery passion.  His body trembled with
lust and emotion as he picked me up, my legs anchored securely around
his waist,   Our kiss deepened.

"But I like it nasty and dirty, Brad," I breathed, breathlessly.

"So do I!"  Brad grunted, "So do I!  I wanna make love to you, Alex!
Hot and raunchy!"

Brad put me down, steadying me on my feet as though I were the most
fragile piece of the finest crystal.  Taking my hand in his, we walked
across the meadow which sloped gently towards the shoreline of the lake.

When we came upon an old apple tree, which spread its shady branches
wide, Brad tugged me to the ground.  Our lips met once more in a
passionate, deep kiss. Our arms struggled for release from our
backpacks.  Freed, we rolled on the ground, grinding our sweaty bodies
against one another.  I rolled Brad unto his back and straddled his
crotch, feeling his rigid manhood beneath me.  Flingling his hands above
his head, I dove my face into his sweaty, reeking armpits.

"Fuck!"  Brad gasped, as I sniffed greedily at his body oder emanating
from his fragrant, unwashed armpits.  I lapped my tongue hungrily over
the wet hairs and drew into my mouth his salty taste.  Brad writhed in
ecstacy as my tongue swirled around his sweaty armpit, coating it with
my saliva.

"I love you, Daddy!"  I gasped, flinging myself upwards and arching my
back, grinding my boy butt onto his bulging, throbbing man cock.

"Oh, Alex!"  Brad moaned, as he reached up to fondle my chest.  Finding
my small, rosebud nipples, he pinched them gently.

I nearly sobbed.  It was as though an electric current had jolted my
body, raising me slightly from Brad's crotch.  Then as he released his
touch, my body came crashing down upon his.

A wondrous sensation; a feeling of warm release came gushing from my
cock.  Brad felt it too and together we glanced down to my crotch.  The
wet spot on my shorts became bigger and bigger.  I was pissing.

"Yes!  Fuck yes!"  Brad hollered, grinding his pelvis upwards.  "Piss!
Soak us down, Alex!"

I released my bladder and pissed my pants as if it were the most natural
thing in the world to do.  At the same moment, a wet, juicy fart ripped
from my teenage asslips and a new sensation of warmth filled my shorts
and oozed out onto Brad's quivering crotch.

"You're fuckin' pissin' and shittin' on me!"  Brad screamed, clawing the
ground beneath him and sniffing the air.  "Fuck!  Fuck!"  Brad continued
screaming.

I ground my ass down on Brad's bucking crotch.  The stinking warmth of
my shit spread out over my asshole and onto my smooth, creamy white
cheeks.  It felt so good.  It felt so dirty.  It felt so nasty.

Brad reached into my shorts with his hands.  His searching hands sunk
into the fragrant warmth of my shit and he began to smear my filth all
over my ass.  Yankng at my shorts, Brad tugged them down, indicating
that he wanted them off.  I squirmed out of them.  Then bolting up I
swung around and lowered my gaping, shitty pucker onto his lips.

Brad sniffed my filhy ass loudly before he wrapped his lips around my
flaring anal ring and sucked, probing his tongue deep within my dirty
asshole.

"Eat my shitty ass!" I commanded, "I'm gonna fuckin' shit right in your
fuckin' pig mouth!"

Brad's furious sucking on my exposed ass lips sent sensations up my
spine that I had never experienced before.  I relaxed completely and
expelled the remainder of my bowels into his mouth.

"Thank you, son!"  Brad sighed, his mouth filled with my stinking shit.

I reached down to fumble at Brad's shorts. To get them off.  Succeeding,
Brad helped me to yank his shorts off, freeing his thick ten inch cock
which snapped with a thud against his washboard stomach.

"Fuck!"  I groaned.  "Another bull cock!"

I grabbed my shitty, pissed in shorts, and began working my filth up and
down the length of Brad's dick.  When his white dick was heavily coated
in my stinking shit, I lowered my head it.  I smelled its reeking
stench.  Lustfully, I opened my mouth and engulfed about half of Brad's
shitty dick into my mouth.  I sucked and sucked and sucked.  My shit
spit drooled down his cock shaft as I began to jack my Dad's dick
slowly.  Deliberately.

"Oh fuck, son!"  Brad groaned, drukenly, "What are you doing to me?
That feels so fuckin' good!"

"I'm getting it ready, Brad!"

"Ready for what, Alex?"

"For my shit hole!  I want your cock up my dirty, shitty asshole!  I
want you to fuck me.  I want you to rape my virgin hole with your nasty
cock!"

"Ah Jeez!"  Brad moaned.  "Are you sure you want my cock up your ass,
Alex?"

"You do want to fuck me, don't you?"

"Yes!  I do but ..."

"I'll give you butt alright.  My fuckin' tight, virgin boy hole sucking
your man cock right up my shitter!"

I stood up and turned around once more and hovered my gaping hole just
inches above his throbbing cockhead.  As I looked down at the quaking,
muscular figure of my Dad, shit oozed out of the corners of his mouth.
His face was streaked with my shit.  His eyes were hazy with lust and
arousal.  I lowered my face closer to his,  Spit dripped from my mouth
onto his lips.

"Kiss me, stud!" I whispered, huskily.  "Then rape my virgin asshole!"

"But Alex," Brad moaned, "It's probably gonna ..."

Before he could utter another word, my lips were caressing his filthy,
shit coated lips and in an instant of shear animal depravity, I bucked
my ass down and Brad's swollen mushroom head penetrated my asshole.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!"  I groaned, as my body tensed at the initial shock and
pain.

"Relax, Alex," Brad instructed, tenderly rubbing my back.  "Take it slow
and easy.  Push out like you're gonna take a shit."

I did, and as I did so, more shit oozed out of my gaping asshole.  Brad
took that opportunity to sink a little deeper, then paused so I could
get accustomed to the fullness I felt in my shit chute.

"More!"  I cried, licking his shitty lips.  "I want more cock!"

Brad placed his hands on my hips and gently pushed me down.

"Yes!  Yes!"  I whimpered, as more of my fathers' manhood penetrated me,
filling me with a warmth and fullness I had never before experienced.

I reached down behind me to feel how much of his shaft was still exposed
to the hot, humid air.  There must have been at least three more iches
left.

"More!"  I stammered, gritting my teeth.  "I want all of you, Daddy!"

"Alex, we don't have to ..."

I let out a yelp, like a wounded puppy, as I impaled myself completely
upon Brad's ten inches of rock hard dick.  I panted and gasped.  I
wailed and moaned in my agony and ecstacy.  I ground my ass down onto
Brad's crotch until I felt his thick growth of pubic hair tickling my
smooth, hairless ass trench.

Delierious with lustful urges, I began to ride Brad's rigid cock.  Up
and down I bounced.

"Fuck me!  Fuck me, Brad!"  I screamed, "Fuck my dirty ass!  Rape my boy
hole!"

Brad responded by meeting my bucking ass with deep thrusts of his own.
I arched my back with each penetration.  More shit, soft and creamy,
spilled out of my fucked hole.

"Ah yeah!"  Brad hollered, "Fuckin' the stinkin' shit right outta your
asshole, Alex!"

"Feels so fuckin' nasty," I hollered back, meeting his every thrust, "I
love it!"

Brad fucked me for close to a half an hour.  Our bodies dripped with
sweat.  The aroma of my shit spilled into our nostrils and drove us
closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.

"Im gonna cum, Brad," I screamed at the top of my lungs, "gonna fuckin'
pop my nut!"

"Shoot your spooge, son!"  Brad yelled, "bathe me with your fuckin' cum!

My cock exploded, spewing my creamy seed all over Brad's face and into
his wide open mouth.

"Oh fuck!"  Brad cried, "I gonna fuckin' ..."

"Cum up my dirty ass!"  I shouted.

Brad erupted like an exploding volcano deep within my shit chute.  I
clamped my asshole tightly around his spewing cock, sucking every last
drop of his hot cum within me.

Our orgasms subsided.  Our rapid breaths slowly turned to deep sighs of
satisfaction.

"Piss up my ass, Brad," I whispered, as the last tremors of our orgasm
subsided.

"Huh?"  he replied.  Apparantly my request had caught him off guard.

"I want a piss enema," I replied.  "Please!"

Brad smiled up at me.

"Kiss me first, Alex,"  Brad said softly.

I brought my lips to his and kissed him deeply.  As I did so, I could
feel the warm rush of liquid filling me up.  When Brad had finished
pissing up my ass, I slowly disengaged myself from his cock.  It was all
gooey with shit.  I stood up and turned around.  Bending over I grabbed
my ankles.  Sucking his filthy cock into my mouth I relaxed and spewed
the messy contents of my bowels all over him.

We spent the remainder of the afternoon sucking and fucking.  It seemed
as though I couldn't get enough of Brad's cock.  Wheather it was in my
mouth or up my hungry asshole.

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