Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2016 21:39:34 -0700
From: R R <asianlovesf@yandex.com>
Subject: Incest is Best - Chapter 5

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Chapter 5

At that moment in time, there was just the two of us. It felt like the
world just melted away and we were just one. No distractions, no noise, no
dads, no kids, it was just the two of us and the sky, the earth, and pure
love. I imagine this is what heaven feels like. We just wandered off from
the group and into the house and into the shower in my master bath and
started showering together. It was gentle and tender. We couldn't stop
making out. I couldn't get enough of his tongue, his mouth, his caress. I
loved the way he wrapped one of his legs around my legs, my ass, my
hips. It was his attempt at trying to get me physically closer to him than
I already was. It was also the unspoken signal of "you're all mine." He's
done this movement with his leg to me our entire lives. Playing the
protective, big brother role. Signaling to the world, that I was his
property, don't touch or else. There have been so many times that he's
gotten outrageously jealous at another man or woman I was dating or having
sex with. One time, he literally beat up a guy who was shamelessly flirting
with me. I must admit, that I liked it. I liked knowing this man loved me
so much that we would fight for me.

After about 10 minutes of us making love in the shower, Connor wandered
into the bathroom and into the shower with us. We shower and bathe with our
kids every day, so this was another intimate moment for us. Connor told us
that he loved us both so much, and we all shared a three-way kiss. Flicking
our tongues at each other. Practically devouring his 12 year old face
between us. A little while longer, our other sons wandered into the the
shower with us. I have an enormously huge shower, capable of fitting an
entire orgy into it. Everyone got soapy, and clean and professed their
undying love for each other. And we were all exhausted and plopped into my
huge bed altogether and fell asleep. I have no idea where our guests were
or what they were doing, and I didn't care. All the people that I cared
most about were in my bed, wrapped in my arms and legs right at this
moment. And the man I loved more than life itself had his head nestled on
my chest, snoring away. Life was bliss.

After we were asleep for about an hour, my cell phone rang. It was my
buddy, Kriz, calling from Norway. He called to say hello and to see what
was happening. I told him we had all just had the orgy of a lifetime and
that he would have enjoyed joining us. He said he was coming to America to
see us. He already booked his flight and was going to be arriving in a
week's time. I was so excited that we were finally going to meet in
person. Everyone was still asleep, so I panned the phone around to let him
see. He thought it was one of the sexiest sights he had seen. It doesn't
get better than that.

We rang off and Patrick started waking up, although the kids were still
napping. He leaned over to me and kissed me. I asked him if he remembered
what we had talked about a few hours ago, and he said yes of course he
did. And he was more committed to the idea of us getting married now than
ever before. That he loved me so deeply, he aches when I'm not in his
sight. And I had to remind him that he was already married to a woman and
he would have to divorce her to marry me. He said he didn't care if he had
to divorce her. I was the one he wanted. I was the one he aches for. I was
the one he wanted to be with into eternity. He wanted us to have a big
nudist wedding with all of our friends and family. I asked him what he
thought our parents would think. And he said he had already spoken to them
about it (unbeknownst to me) and they're all for it. I'm not sure if I told
you, but we are the way we are because our parents are the way they are. We
modeled our lives after them. Except of course, they are "straight," well
almost. They're truly bisexual and both enjoy men and women equally. I said
to Patrick that we should take a day to really think this through because
it did involve a divorce. He asked if I were having second thoughts, and I
said I wasn't the one who was married, so there are no second thoughts for
me. He said he didn't have any either and that he would speak with his wife
as soon as she returned from her trip. He didn't think she would care or
mind.

He then brought up the idea of a polyamorous/polygamist relationship if she
wanted to stay married, and I told him I thought that might be a wonderful
idea if she was open to it. She knows all about the relationship that
Patrick and I have and encourages it every chance she gets. She loves to
watch us making love to each other while she masturbates. She says it's
like watching porn. I don't think there will be any resistance from
her. Only whether or not she wants to remained married to Patrick exclusive
of me. I do like the idea of having a wife again if it's Patrick's wife.
She's amazing and gorgeous. And a nymphomaniac and she's forever sucking my
dick and wanting me to fuck her, which I really love. She's also one of the
few women I've ever met who likes to eat ass and get fucked up the ass. The
more I think about it, the more I like the idea.

The kids started waking up and complaining that they were hungry. It was
dark already so I knew they were hungry. I hopped out of bed and pulled
Patrick out with me into the kitchen so we could start making pizza. The
other dads and sons were all napping still. I stood back and observed the
scene in our living room and beamed proudly. Patrick kissed my neck and
said that we were the luckiest guys on earth. I agreed with him and with
that, we started making pizza.