Date: Thu, 26 Aug 2010 14:25:21 -0700 (PDT)
From: Joshua Howard <jjhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Lake House/ Incest/ Chapter one

The Lake House

By

J. J. Howard

If you are not of legal age, this is unlawful in your area, or man sex,
especially incest bothers you, then I would suggest you leave now.  I would
love to hear from you at jjhoward2@yahoo.com

Thanks dudes. Joshua.



The following is a story, part truth and part fiction. We did have a lake
house in Vermont. You decide what's true, so here's the story. Joshua.



Chapter one:

I spent my summers at my family's lake house in Vermont. I was a simple
cabin on Lake Champlain in the Champlain Islands. Nestled in amongst the
pine trees and maples, it allow for privacy from the road.

As I said, it was a simple cabin, two stories that had a great room, a half
bath and a large kitchen. The living room area had a field stone wall with
a fireplace nestled dead center in it.

The upstairs had two large bedrooms and a full bath, one bedroom was for us
kids and the other for adults. Along one wall in the kid's room were beds,
four to be exact, and the same in the adult room. The only difference was
in the adult room, where a six foot wall separated each bed area. Ok, I
know I said it was a simple cabin, but for a kid simple may be different
from what an adult would call simple. So sue me already.

Anyways, that is where I spent my summers, with different members and at
different times. The cabin was built by my grandfather and his three sons,
so all of us shared it at various times and made strong memories of our
times together.

***

It was this one summer that a memory stands out as a turning point in my
life. I was thirteen and I had awoken to the sexual side of me, you call it
puberty, but I called it a sexual awakening. As I said, I was thirteen that
summer, dad and I were up for the summer, well I was and dad had two weeks
vacation.

It was a special time for me, because my Uncle Rob and his son Kyle had
come up for the summer. Uncle Rob had saved up enough vacation time to be
able to take six weeks off of work, and that meant that I would see my
favorite cousin and bestest friend, Kyle. I know that there is no such word
as bestest, but then he was that to me, my bestest friend.

We had arrived early, and two hours later Uncle Rob and Kyle got
there. This was going to be just a guy's week because our moms needed to
work.

Kyle was twelve; his birthday would arrive three weeks from when they
arrived at camp. Anyhow, I got so excited when the pulled up and Kyle got
out of the truck, we ran to each other and hugged.

"Cameron, you will never guess what I can do," he asked me, excited and
waiting for me to guess.

"How the hell would I know, you just got here Kyle, besides, I haven't seen
you since last summer, so tell me."

"I can cum," he said proudly, and he was very proud of it. "Come on, let's
go to the fort I'll show you," he said, his excitement bursting and I must
admit so was mine.

The tree house, which we also dubbed the fort, was a platform with make
shift walls up in this big maple tree in the woods between our camp and old
man Johnson next door. He was a crotchety old man of forty, give or take,
and he hated kids. Yeah I know forty isn't old and they say that forty is
the new twenties, but to kids it was ancient.

"Dad, Kyle and I are going to our fort," I yelled to dad and Uncle Rob, and
then we took off running into the woods.

When we got close to the Johnson place, we had to cross the back corner of
his yard in order to get to our tree house, we looked for him and when we
didn't see him, we took off running across his yard.  We got to our fort,
climbed up the nailed onto the tree boards that made a ladder up to the
fort, and flopped down on the floor.

"Ewwww spiders," Kyle screamed, he was deathly afraid of spiders. "Get em
Cameron," he yelled and I took the old broom in the corner and swept away
the cobwebs, and I stomped on whatever spiders escaped.

"There, the spiders are all gone," I said placing the broom back into its
corner. "Now show me?" I said looking at his smiling face.

Kyle quickly undid his shorts and along with his Superman underwear, he
pushed them down to his ankles.

"You really got to get big guy underwear Kyle, or else this year in school
the guys are going to make fun of you," I told him, looking at his
underwear.

"Dad said that he was gonna get me new underwear for school, but mom said
these were fine for camp," he said, and then whipped off his tee shirt,
standing there naked.

Damn that boy was white, he gave white a whole new definition, but he was
still my bestest bud and a damn cute one at that. Kyle had flaming red hair
that had begun to turn to auburn, freckles galore, and the greenest eyes
that I had ever seen, framed by lashes that my grandma said was a sin for a
boy to have, when so many girls would kill for them.

Anyhow, he was skinny as a rail and just about four foot three, with a cock
that reached four or so inches hard and pink. He didn't even have the
beginnings of pubic hair yet, but his ass was his best asset, hehe, it was
round, hard and the color of cream.

He was lying on some old couch cushions that someone had thrown out, and he
was jerking his cock as fast as his hand would let him.

"Come on... Cameron... aren't you... gonna do it with me?" he asked,
gasping for air.

I took off my clothes and told him to scoot over, and I lay down beside
him. I grabbed my already hard six inch cock, and began to beat it off.  We
were both taking turns jerking our cocks and then each others, when Kyle's
breathing got really fast.

"Here... it... cums...watch," he gasped out and shot a huge amount of cum,
followed by several smaller shots.

He had closed his eyes and his face was all scrunched up, as he fisted his
cock and shot. I was getting close to cumming and watching his cock shoot
was enough to shove me to the edge. When he heard my breathing accelerate,
he sat up and got close to my cock.

"Let me know when you're gonna shoot Cameron," he said, watching my cock
intently.

"Aaaaggghhh fuck... cumming Kyle," I cried out, and that was when he
surprised me.

He quickly pulled my hand away and swallowed my cock, totally surprising
me. I was too far into my approaching climax to push him away, and besides,
his warm wet mouth felt really good on my cock. I spewed my juice into his
anxious and willing mouth, holding his head down on my cock.

My cousin swallowed every drop and never once gagged, which made me wonder
just how he had gotten so good at cock sucking, because last summer,
sucking cock had really grossed him out. Besides that, he was horrible at
sucking, his teeth grazed my cock, and he would gag if my cock, which was
only about four inches then, went to far into his mouth.

"Mmmmm," he moaned, sucking and drinking my juice, and moving his head up
and down on my cock.

When he had taken all I had, he crawled up to my face, and kissed me
squarely on the mouth. I went to open my mouth to say, `what the fuck are
you doing', and that was when he slid his tongue into my mouth.  I could
taste my juices still on his tongue as he swirled it around the inside of
my mouth, and I had to admit that it tasted good. That was the first time
that I had tasted my cum and I like it. As a matter of fact it was the
first time period that I had tasted cum, because last summer he hadn't been
able to cum.

"When did you get to be so good as sucking dick Kyle," I said, once we had
broken our kiss.

"Ah... I practiced on bananas," he said, but I could tell that he was lying
to me. "Why, didn't you like it Cameron?"

"Fuck yeah buddy, but last summer you did nothing but bite me and gag. Now
you are drinking cum like its Kool-Aid and you never once gagged.

He just smiled at me and then kissed me again, and that too had changed
from last summer, when we kept our mouths closed when we kissed. But now,
damn that boy kissed like he had been doing all his life, and it was
getting me excited again.

"You're still hard Cameron," he observed, and he sat up, repositioned
himself, and then sat down on my cock, fully impaling him on it.

"Holy shit Kyle, when the fuck did you start doing that," I asked, watching
him as he bounced up and down on my cock.

"I don't know, it just seemed like the right thing to do now," he lied
again.

There was one thing we promised each other and that was that we would never
lie to each other, and now I just knew that he what he said was a lie and
that he was hiding something.

"Come on Kyle, no one gets this good sucking dick and swallowing, just by
practicing on a banana," I told him; he looked away and shrugged his
shoulders.

"I know Cameron," my name caught me by surprise, because until that moment
I had always been Cameron to him. "I guess I just got better since last
year," he said and when he looked at me, his eyes were full and tears were
running down his cheeks, a thing he did whenever he did lie.

"Ah sweetie come here," I said, pulling him close to me, and wrapping him
in my skinny arms, my cock still hard and buried in his ass.

We kissed while I began to fuck him, starting out slow, but when I slid my
tongue into his mouth, our kisses got hot and hard, as did my thrusts into
his tight ass.

My cock was throbbing in his ass and he was squirming around on it, he
whined when I pulled it out. "Turn on your stomach Kyle," I said put he
just laid there on his back, pulling his legs to his chest for me to enter
him again.

"Fuck me Cameron... slide it all the way in and fuck me fast and hard," he
said, so I slid my wet cock deep into that boy pussy. "Yes, Yes," he
shouted with my balls resting against his ass. "Fuck me handsome," he said
surprising me again.

Well this had been a day of surprises and all from Kyle, as well as his
mouth and ass too. Damn you guys can get so demanding for details, haha.

Anyhow, I was balls deep as they say, in my cousin's hot tight ass, and I
was fucking him like a jack rabbit in heat. This was a first for me with
Kyle that is, and that is totally another story. I loved being the one
fucking, because my ass was still virgin territory.

Kyle had his hands on my hips, helping me to move in and out of his ass,
and every now and then he would reach up and pinch my nipples hard, sending
wild sensations through my body directly to my cock. It was when I was
getting close that he reached up and pinched them really hard, sending me
tumbling over the edge of my climax.

"I'm gonna blow Kyle," I howled, and began to pull my cock from his ass.

"No Cameron stay, shoot it me," he told me, holding me firmly in him.

"But I... never mind I'm cumming," I hollered, spewing his insides with my
juice, thrusting hard and deep into that sweet ass of his. "Oh fuck
Kyle...your ass is so... on fire," I gasped out, still driving my cock deep
into his sweet ass and spewing my cum.

"Give me it Cameron... fill me with your cum," he yelled out, meeting my
thrusts with his own.

Spent and sweaty, I dropped down on Kyle, and we were both gasping for
air. As I laid there with my cock still deep in his ass, I couldn't help
wonder just how and when he got to be so good at sex.

After all, my cousin was just twelve years old and he was home schooled, so
he wasn't fucking and sucking other students. But however he learned it; it
was me that he was giving it to then.

"Did I do good Cameron?" he asked, still holding me tightly to him.

"Yeah baby, you did fantastic," I said, before I pressed my mouth to his in
a bliss filled kiss.

***

When we had got ourselves together, we decided that we needed to go
swimming. We were sweaty and Kyle still had the remnants of his climax
sticking to him, so swimming sounded good.

We followed the path back the way we came, talking as we walked.

"Ah Kyle... do you remember how we promised each other that we would never
lie to each other.

"Ah huh," he said.

"How did you get to be so good as sex?" I asked him, stopping, grabbing his
arm, and forcing him to look at me.

"I just did Cam, really that's all there is to tell you," he said, but I
was convinced that he was still lying to me.

I let it drop, for now, and we got to the Johnson property, but now old man
Johnson was outside and tending his garden.

"Oh fuck Kyle, how are we gonna get by him now," I asked.

"Follow me," was all that he said, and he took off running as fast as he
could across his yard.

Hesitantly I followed him, wondering again, when this boy got so
courageous. Being the one with longer legs, I soon passed him, and when I
finally stopped, he was nowhere around.

"Kyle," I called out, but he didn't answer me. "Where the fuck did you go,"
I asked and again no answer.

I walked back to the house and there in the yard was old man Johnson, and
he was holding Kyle by the ear as he dragged him into his house. I was
torn, did I go get our dads, or did I sneak over and see what he was gonna
do to Kyle.

Well not being a chicken, well maybe a little bit a chicken, I snuck over
and peaked into the living room window. Old man Johnson was screaming at
Kyle and Kyle was sitting just inches in front of him on a chair. I was
just about to go get our dads, when what I saw blew my mind; Kyle reached
out and began fondling the old man's crotch.

"What the fuck are you doing Kyle," I whispered, still watching, as Kyle
undid the old man's pants and let them drop to the floor. "Holy shit, look
at the size of that monster," I thought, it had to be a foot long or so it
looked that to me.

Anyways, there was Kyle, standing before the man, and Kyle knelt down and
nearly swallowed that monster entirely. I was hard as a rock just watching
my cousin blowing the man, and it made me wonder if he had gotten practice
with a neighbor back home.

So me being hard, I whipped out my boner and began fisting it while I
watched the two inside. I was close but when I saw what happened next, I
stopped jerking my cock and kept my eyes glued to Kyle.

He stood up and dropped his shorts, old man Johnson laughed when he saw his
Superman underwear.

"Cain't you mama buy you big boy underwear kid," I heard him ask Kyle.

"She did, but she told me that these were still good for camp," Kyle
confessed, kicking his clothes away with his foot, while the old man raised
Kyle's shirt up and off of him.

He walked Kyle back to the couch, laid him down on his stomach, and got
between my cousin's legs. Kyle's upper body lifted clear off the couch,
when old man Johnson, buried his cock fully into Kyle's ass.

"You already have someone in you, because your ass is already primed," I
heard the old man say, pulling his cock out some and then thrusting back
in.

"Ah huh, my cousin Cameron, the other boy that was running with me," my
traitor of a cousin told him, and I wanted to kill him for telling him
that. "Just fuck me sir... your really big and it hurts like crazy," Kyle
told him, causing the man to begin slamming Kyle's ass.

I began again to fist my cock and watch them fucking, I was really getting
into it when the old man hollered.

"Take it boy...I'm gonna blow it right in your ass," he yelled, and then
shoved his cock in hard, kept it there while he filled my cousin's ass.

I couldn't hold back any longer, I blew my third load of the day, and
blasted the geraniums that were in front of me with my cum. Inside, old man
Johnson was again pounding Kyle's ass, his eyes were shut so I knew that he
was still shooting cum into Kyle. Kyle was pushing up against the man to
beat the band, moaning loudly so I knew that he was cumming to.

He pulled his spent cock from my cousin's ass, stood up and grabbed his
clothes, while Kyle just laid there still moaning.

"You keep your mouth shut about this boy, or else I'll have to use you for
fertilizer in my garden," he warned Kyle, who just nodded his agreement,
and that was when I decided to slip away.

I hurried back towards my camp and waited for Kyle just inside the woods,
and he came along about ten minutes later.

"Where the fuck you been Kyle," I asked, hoping that he would tell.

"Ah... old man Johnson called me and gave me a wicked ass chewing," he
lied, and I was disappointed, because we had been buds all our lives and
our promise not to lie meant nothing to him.

"Whatever," I said and hurried back to the camp, not saying a word until he
broke the silence just before we walked into the camp.

"Are you mad at me Cam... please don't be mad," he said, looking at me with
tears in his eyes.

I didn't know how to react, I loved my cousin, but I hated being lied
to. "Mad, no Kyle, I'm not mad," I shouted, "I'm so fucking pissed off at
you for lying that I could hit you," I screamed, opening the camp's front
door, and leaving him there in tears, before I slammed it shut.

"What's wrong with you Cameron," my dad asked, "and just where is Kyle," my
Uncle chimed in.

"Nothing," I said looking at dad, "he's outside," I finished looking at
Uncle Rob, and then marched upstairs to the bedroom.

Five minutes later, Kyle entered the bedroom and flopped down on the bed
beside me.

"I'm sorry Cam, but I can't tell you the truth, if I do, old man Johnson
will kill me," he said, his tears rolling down his cheek, and those tears,
yes those tears, washed away my anger.

"I know Kyle," I whispered, cuz sound carries far in this camp. "When I
didn't see you beside me after I got into the woods again, I went back to
the house and peaked in the living room window." I said, his countenance
fell to the floor, and now he was crying hard and ashamed to even look at
me.

"You hate me don't you Cam, you must think that I am such a slut," he
cried.

"Ah don't keep crying Kyle, and no I don't hate you," I said holding him
tightly to me. "It's the lying that got me pissed. I really thought that we
trusted each other, and then you purposely lie to me, showing no sign of
remorse for doing it."

"I'm sorry Cam, really I am," he cried into my ear, and his breath on my
neck got me hard all over again. "I'm not a slut you know, he was going to
call our dads and I knew we'd get in trouble. So I did what I did so you
wouldn't get in trouble." He told me, his face still buried in my neck, and
his small hands playing with my erection.

"Our dads are right downstairs," I told him, pushing his hands away and
adjusting my woody.

"Boys dinner is ready," Uncle Rob called out up the stairs.

"Coming sir," I called back and kissed Kyle.

How could I stay mad, I loved Kyle more than I loved my new bike, besides,
I saw a hot and sex filled summer ahead for us.

"Lets go sweetie, here wipe your eyes," I said, handing him a corner of the
sheet, and he wiped his eyes, erasing all traces of his tears.

"I love you Cam, I am so in love with you it hurts," he said, placing his
mouth over mine and letting my tongue into his mouth.

"I love you more my little pumpkin," I told him once we broke our kiss, and
then I jumped when I saw dad standing in the doorway.

"Dad...we were just coming downstairs," I nervously said, he smiled and
walked away.

"Do you think he saw us Cam, kissing each other," Kyle asked as we walked
downstairs.

"I guess so... but no, if he did he would have yelled at us," I reasoned,
and we walked into the kitchen to the table.

"Glad to see you boys made up," my dad said, looking at me with that
Cheshire smile as mom calls it.

"We're cool dad," I said, unable to meet his eyes.

After dinner, Kyle and I cleaned up the dishes, I washed and he wiped, and
then we went outside to the fire that Uncle Rob had built in the outside
fire pit.

We roasted marshmallows and made smores, but when it got about ten, Uncle
Rob called for our bedtime.

"Ah do we have to dad," whined my cousin.

"It's been a long day, so get those cute asses upstairs to bed," my dad
said, and as we walked away, Uncle Rob called out to Kyle.

"Where is my goodnight kiss," Kyle hurried over and kissed him smack on the
mouth.

Not to be out done, I marched over to dad, held his face in my hands and
kissed him squarely on the mouth.

"When did you start kissing me like that?" he asked, pushing me away just
as my tongue brushed his lips.

"Sorry dad... really I am," I said and hurried into the house, hoping that
dad didn't think that I was a fag, even though I had fucked and sucked
Kyle, but that he didn't know.

By the time Kyle came upstairs, I was naked and laying on my bed, my hard
on pointing up to the ceiling.

"Hey Kyle... where the fuck are you going," I asked, when I saw him walk
past our bedroom door.

"Didn't your dad tell you," he asked, looking down at me cock. "I'm with my
dad in the other room and your dad is sleeping in here with you," he said,
climbing between my legs.

"Why, we have always slept together Kyle," I told him, but he got very
quiet so I knew a lie was about to come.

"Don't know sweetie, but you can fuck me before I go," he said, sliding off
his shorts, underwear and shirt before lying down beside me.

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, and besides, I was horny as
hell, so I climbed on top of him and slid my cock deep into his ass.

"Yeah Cameron... now fuck me fast, because when our dads finish their
beers, they are coming to bed," he told me.

I lifted up and withdrew my cock slowly, and then shoved it into his ass
hard and deep. Skipping the preliminary slow fuck, I moved directly to my
power driving, not wanting dad to catch us again, if he did the first
time. I pushed and pulled that cock of mine fast, hard and deep into Kyle's
pussy, reaching my edge very quickly.

"So sue me, I was thirteen and finesse was not yet my thing, I went for
getting off and not for taking my time to get caught, ok guys?"

"Oh fuck you're cumming," Kyle announced before I did, "I can feel your
woody swelling," he added.

"Yeah... fuck my cock slut," I said, and as soon as I said it, I knew that
it was wrong.

As my cock spewed its offerings, I could see the tears rolling down Kyle's
face, and when I leaned down to kiss him, he turned his face away from
me. Nothing was said, I pulled out, and he got up, carrying his clothes out
of the room. I felt so bad for what I said that I could hardly breathe.

I had just gotten dressed and was about to go talk to him, when my dad
walked into the room.

"Are you still up boy," he asked, and I turned around to get into bed.

"I had to use the bathroom dad," I lied, there seemed to be a lot of that
going around lately, lying. "Did Uncle Rob come upstairs," I asked.

"No, he's tending to the fire and will be in once it dies down some," he
told me, so I laid back and waited for him to go to sleep.

So there I was, lying in my bed, feeling like shit for hurting the only boy
I loved, and dad snoring loudly from his bed.

"Dad...are you sleeping," I whispered, and then waited for him to answer if
he was awake.

When I got no answer, I got up and walked quietly out into the hall,
looking carefully for Uncle Rob. I was not taking any chances; I tiptoed
toward the bedroom where Kyle was sleeping.

The bright moonlight was showing through the skylights, so when I got to
their door, which was slightly opened, I peaked in, again not taking any
chances. My heart just about stopped, I could not believe my eyes, because
there was Kyle, and he was being fucked by my Uncle Rob.

Kyle's ankles were resting on Uncle Rob's shoulders, as my uncle plowed my
cousin's ass. I couldn't help it; I stared at Uncle Rob's ass, as he shoved
his cock deep into his son, and then I noticed that a weird ball was tied
to Kyle's mouth, making it impossible for him to speak.

"You shouldn't be here," someone whispered behind me, and I jumped to see
dad standing there.

***

He covered my mouth with his hand and brought me back to our room,
releasing it once he had closed the door.

"You weren't supposed to see that son and neither was I," he said, shaking
his head. "My own brother...fucking his son," he said sitting down on the
edge of the bed.

I now knew why Kyle lied about his experience, because he was ashamed to
tell me that he and Uncle Rob were fuck buddies. I looked at dad sitting
there, his head in his hands, arms resting on his knees, and my heart felt
so bad for him.

When I finally got the courage to speak, I asked. "What was that thing in
Kyle's mouth dad?" dad looked up at me, his shock was still evident.

"A ball gag son, some people us it to silence others, when..." and then he
stopped, not wanting to go further with his explanation. "It's just not
something that my brother should be using on Kyle," he said, his hands
resting on my shoulders.

I felt the warmth that radiated through his hands, and it went right to my
cock. I looked down at dad's crotch and he too was sprouting wood. As
shocked as dad was over what we had just seen, it was some how turning him
on.

"We need to go to bed son, and tomorrow," he paused, "I don't want you
mentioning what we saw tonight, ok?"

"Ok dad," I said, looking down I could see that he was still hard, so I
pressed against him in a hug. "I love you dad," I whispered, rubbing gently
against him.

He didn't move with me, but then he didn't push me away. I could sense his
breathing getting faster, so I rubbed against him a little more, throwing
my arms up around his neck.

"Would you make love to me dad," I whispered, he pushed away and turned
from me, unable to look at me. "Please dad, I know that you liked me
pressing against you, cuz you were hard," I reminded him, he turned back to
me to speak, but turned away after second guessing himself.

I wrapped my arms around him from behind, pressing my hard cock against the
fabric of his briefs. His scent was sweet and I could hear his breathing,
it was rapid and when my hands found his cock it was hard and leaking.

"Son don't... this isn't right," he said and turned back to face me. "I am
not my brother; I won't do that to you."

"Dad, listen to me, I want to," I said to him. "I love you and if we both
want it, then it's not wrong," I said.

He just stood there shaking; I could tell that he was torn between wanting
to and the morality of it. I stepped closer to him, wrapped my arms around
his neck, and pressed my mouth to his. When he tried to struggle, I pressed
my tongue against his lips, which was when he finally surrendered to his
lust.

"God I want you Cameron, I have for almost a year now, but I've been taught
that incest is wrong," he said pushing me away. "I can't son, I just
can't," he said, walking over to his bed and got in it.

I stood there watching him, I could here him silently crying, and my heart
was aching to comfort him. I reluctantly climbed in my bed, my own tears
now falling, and I finally cried myself to sleep.

To be continued...

Do I go on or do I just let this end. You decide and let me know at
jjhoward2@yahoo.com

Joshua