Date: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 06:41:56 -0500
From: Naked Guy <ihateclothes@gmail.com>
Subject: Life of a Twisted Twin Part 3

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Life of a Twisted Twin Part 3

(Fiction/fantasy, teen/college romance, incest)

After I got busted for skipping school earlier in the week, dad had
taken my phone and the laptop away from both of us.  Dad also
unplugged the internet modem so there was nothing to connect to
period.  Jeff was really pissed at me at first because he could only
use his phone for texts.  I was sure that dad had my cell number
disconnected.  I'd really pissed everyone off.

However, when we woke up Friday morning the laptop and my phone were
on the dining table.  I immediately plugged my phone in and discovered
it was still in service.  I was lucky that dad lightened up.  After
the discovery, I left for school with Jeff.  Right before leaving, I
texted Antonio's photos to from my charging phone to Jeff's cell phone
so he could see how hot he was naked.

During the school day, I kept thinking how in less than twenty four
hours I'd be chatting outside the carwash with Antonio.  Thoughts
about him during class made me fully hard.   At lunch, I went to a
rarely used restroom in the school and jacked off.  In my stall, I
thought about Antonio riding my butt and speaking to me in Spanish--I
shot my load onto the old, cracked tile floor.

Shooting my load helped clear my mind.  When I reached to the
cafeteria, I quickly ate with Jeff and our friends.  We left together
to head to our next classes as the bell rang.  We walked away from our
friends to speak privately.

"I looked at his photos.  He's cute.  Looks like he's--"

Then we got interrupted by one of Jeff's buddies running up to us from
behind.  He started blabbing about a football game from the night
before.  I wasn't in the mood for jock talk.  I nodded to Jeff and
went onto my class.

- - -

Friday evening I felt lethargic at work.  I got sleepy a couple of
times during the middle of my shift and had to buy energy drinks to
"pep up".  Thinking of Antonio gave me the extra drive to the work
done despite my fatigue.  When I went outside to look for Antonio
after clocking out the following morning, I didn't see him anywhere.
I drove to his place and didn't see him walking anywhere.  The same
thing occurred Sunday morning.  When I didn't see him the second time,
I went and knocked on his door.  His roommate sleepily came to the
door in underwear.  He was rubbing his eyes and yawned.

"What up man?

He had no accent.

"Antonio around?" I asked.

"No man.  He's been gone for almost a week.  His wife and kids made it
to The Valley.  He went to pick them up."

My heart sank and my mouth went dry.

"Oh, cool.  Well if you hear from him tell him I said 'hey'".

"Sure thang," he said.

I walked off quickly and got in my car.   Antonio's roommate stood
there in the doorway scratching his neck and looked at me kind of
questioningly as he closed the door.  I started the engine right away
and drove out of there calmly.  Once I got around the corner, I drove
like a nut--weaving around slow fuckers and honking at them.  Once I
was close to work, I pulled in the parking lot there and stopped hard.
I punched the steering wheel hard with my fist.

"Goddammit!" I yelled to no one.

The car horn made a honking sound as I hit it.  I felt my face
flushing.  I immediately put the car back in drive and headed home.
When I got there, I drove into our property fast and stirred up all
the gravel.  Dust was in the air behind me as I glanced in the rear
view mirror.  There was still a dust trail hovering over the path I
had driven to where I'd stopped.  After I parked, I stomped inside and
tossed my keys on coffee table and they slid off onto the carpet.  I
got home much later than I should have and Jeff seemed a little antsy.

"What's up your ass today?  Bad night at work?" my brother asked.

I raised one eyebrow.

"Well you drove in so crazy I could hear your tires throwing up rocks.
You know dad hates that."

He was on the couch pulling on his Doc Martens as I talked.  I quickly
told him what I'd found out. He moved beside me and started rubbing my
shoulders.

"Sorry dude.  I guess you didn't pay attention to his ring.  You can
see his wedding ring in your pics.  I was gonna bring that up at lunch
yesterday."

I felt really stupid.  I figured a ring was just a ring...and why was he
married if he liked sex so much with me?  I was really confused and
depressed.  Then Jeff surprised me by kissing me on the cheek.  It
wasn't a gesture that he ever used before.  Yeah, we had sex...made out
sometimes, but his kiss on my face was more endearing than sexual.  I
gave him a hug and let him finish lacing up his boots.  I could see
his dick had gotten hard in his jeans after he stood up.

When he finished tucking in his shirt, I stared at my brother's ass
and admired it.  He was skinny like me, but we both had perky butts.
He grabbed the keys and was gone.  I lay there feeling sad again.  I
slowly took my clothes off and walked to the washing machine and
opened the lid.  There was a load there from yesterday that had never
been taken out.  Still damp, I pulled them out, put them in the dryer,
and turned it on.  I put my work shirt in the washing machine and went
on to my room.  I tossed my pants in the corner and lay on the bed
sulking.

- - -

I woke up in the evening after several hours of sleep.  I barely
remembered getting up once to piss.  I heard Jeff coming in from work
and talking to dad.  He sounded like he was in a good mood.  I pulled
the sheet over my head, but he burst into the room anyway.

"Still sleepin' dude?" he teased.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"You feel like fuckin'?"

"I don't wanna get up," I said groggily.

"That's cool, I'll fuck you lying there," he joked.

"Okay," I said.

He was already shirtless and was pulling off his belt.

"Keep your clothes on if you really wanna fuck," I said.

"Okay."

He pulled out his cock and balls and was already hard.

I was lying on my stomach and he reached for my bottle of lube.  He
poured a bunch in my crack and then started digging in it with two
fingers.  He twisted them he as if he were drilling.  Once satisfied
that I was clean and opened, he slid over me and pushed his entire
dick inside me.  I flinched a little as the cock popped inside me.

"Why you so horny?" I asked.

"Dude, there all these hot and young guys in the store all day.
Constantly.  I'm boned as hell."

"I can tell," I said.

I loved being naked while he was still dressed.  His heavy boots
pressed against the soles of my big feet.  He began fucking me
steadily.  On each down stroke, his balls were squashed between my
taint and the denim of his pants.  He kissed the back of my neck all
over sending shivers down my back.  I heard and felt him sniffing
deeply into my messy and dirty hair.  I stretched my arms out to the
sides of the bed.  His hands found my forearms and held me down
tightly.

His cock felt so good pushed in as far as it would go.  He humped me
so hard the bed rattled and I was sure dad could hear the vibrations
in the floor.  I felt so secure with my brother on top of me.  As he
fucked me, I felt safe and happy.  My troubles momentarily lifted away
as I escaped into our fuck.  He started nibbling my ear lobe and stuck
his tongue into my ear several times.  I loved when he got my ear all
wet like that.  His body heat was soothing and I just lay there with
my eyes closed.

After about ten minutes, I felt his breath get faster on my neck.  He
started groaning loudly, so I tightened my hole as much as could to
give him extra stimulation.  He groaned and lightly bit my neck as his
body shuddered and then collapsed.  I smelled the familiar odors of
sweat and cum.

As soon as his orgasm was over, I did what he liked...I pulled off and
started sucking him off.  He loved to be sucked after he came...loved me
licking the sensitive underside of his penis.  I sucked lightly and
drew out the remaining drops of jizz.  After I as sure he was content,
I moved up and put my head back on the pillow.  He pulled me into a
kiss.  My brother's spit mixed with my own as our tongues mingled.  I
slowly came back to reality and rolled away on my side.

"You're too good for that married fucker.  You don't need him."

I sighed.

"Yeah, I know."

He pulled my back against his chest and laid his jean covered leg over
my outer leg.

"I love you," he told me.

"I know, " replied.

I pulled the sheet over us.  We drifted off to sleep with his semi
hard dick pressing against my sticky hole.

- - -

At school the next day, I went to dump all my books in my locker after
the lunch bell rang.  As I approached my locker, I saw a dude I hadn't
seen before.  He had jet black hair, sexy sideburns, and was almost my
height.  He was a little on the stocky side.  I scoped him out
discreetly until that prick, Rich Raley, went up next to him and
started talking.  Rick was an obnoxious smart ass that no one liked
but tolerated.

When the new guy turned to face my way, he immediately looked
familiar.  He stared at me with some recognition but said nothing.
There was a slight grin to his mouth even though he was looking away.
I wasn't sure why he looked so familiar.

A few minutes later I was heading to the cafeteria and heard someone
behind me snickering.  Then I heard him speak.

"Hey C-C-Cut!  Cat got your tongue again?"

The mystery guy and Rich walked along my side and passed.  Rich, being
his asshole self, let out a laugh that sounded like a grunt.  Because
of what the new guy said I immediately knew who he was--JJ Myers. I
hated him!

- - -

I had ignored JJ's remark and headed to the cafeteria.  Before I could
say anything, my brother beat me to the punch.

"Oh my god, guess which fucking asshole started at our school today?"
he said with a harsh tone.

"I saw him already.  He's already teamed up with another asshole it
seems." I said.

I'd gone to elementary with JJ--well we both did of course.  When my
brother and I were in first grade, we still didn't pronounce "R"
sounds correctly.  When either of us said "Curt", it came out sounding
like "Cut".  Unlike Jeff, I had a slight stammer back then. Because of
this, JJ used to make fun of me.  I came close to getting into a fight
with him once but a teacher intervened.  I knew my brother would have
kicked his ass if JJ had dared to touch me.  For the most part, he was
just an irritation that we had to deal with before we moved away.  I
hadn't seen him in years, but I hated him just as much as before.
After his snide remark in the hallway...I hated him more.

We joined our friends in the cafeteria and ate with our usual group.
Several tables down, I saw JJ again.  He was talking to Rich and some
other dude.  When I glanced at him he pointed at me and said something
and the other two started laughing.  I didn't say anything to Jeff,
but my mood turned sour.  Once I was done eating my lunch, I tossed
the cardboard tray into the trash can and left.  I didn't tell Jeff
what I'd seen.

- - -

I found out late in the day that I had one class with JJ--P.E.  By the
looks of him, I could outdo him in any activity.  He was totally out
of shape.  Unfortunately, that day the coach had us all watch two
videos about nutrition.  We had to sit on bleachers to watch the
video.  As it played on a projection TV, the garbled audio echoed
terribly in the gym.

JJ sat way at the back.  The coached snapped at him for constantly
talking.  Right after the videos were done, we had a pop quiz.  I
hadn't paid attention to any of it and made a dismal score.  Most of
the questions I got correct were so only because I was looking at
Chris Aguilar's paper (until he busted me and moved it away).

After P.E. class, school was over for the day but I had track
practice.  Soon enough, Jeff was in the locker room changing into his
sweatpants.  We had a good drill and the coach worked us hard.  I was
tired but kind of exhilarated after it was over.  Most of all, I was
hungry.  I hurried my brother out the door so we could get home and
get supper started.

- - -

Once home, the two of us were cooking dinner together.  We found it
was easier to share cooking and cleaning between us instead of taking
turns doing it all.  We grilled some frozen strips of beef for some
quick fajitas.  Dad came home just as we finished cooking so we all
ate together.  Dad seemed preoccupied during the meal and was not his
usual self.

"What's up dad, you feeling alright?" Jeff asked him

Dad was never one to open up and talk about anything "grown up" to us
unless he was telling us to act more grown up.  He finished chewing
his food and paused before speaking.

"Guys, I'm just stressed out about some things at work.  We lost a
contract and may be having some layoffs."

Dad's news didn't really bother me...I knew he'd be the last one they'd
lay off because of all his experience and tenure at the plant.  If he
did get laid off, I knew he'd find work quickly...dad was not a lazy
man.  I was sure he was worried for nothing.

"Anyway, what's up with you guys?  When's the next competition?" he
asked and immediately changed the topic.

Jeff and I began to tell dad about some stuff going on at school--track
meets coming up, a story about a pipe that burst and shut down half a
building, etc.  He listened and laughed at the funny parts, but still
seemed preoccupied.  After dinner, dad offered to clean up and we
headed off to do our homework.

When we finally finished our homework, I was feeling very tired.
Since we were already in Jeff's room, he lay back and plopped his head
on the pillow.   He brazen spread his legs to expose his crotch and
hole.  I admired the way his nut sack stuck to his inner leg.  I
playfully grabbed it.

"If you keep grabbing them, then I'm gonna make you suck on them!"

"Naw, you need to suck my balls, dude!" I told him.

We started wrestling playfully after that.  I got him into a position
and pinned him down with my ass in his face.  After I farted hard, he
pushed me off with all his strength.  Once freed, he slapped the hell
out of my butt.

"I'll get you back fucker!" he laughed

He waved his hand in front of his nose and pretended to be holding his
nose, but I noticed his dick was rock hard.

"Let's jack off!" I told him.

We passed the sticky bottle of lube back and forth and squirted it on
our cocks. While lying side by side, we began a mutual jacking
session.  I loved being jacked off--his hand felt so much better than
my own hand.  I began moaning as his long fingers wrapped around my
dick and pumped it.  We were experts at making each other cum--being
twins and long time jack off buddies, we knew each other so well.  I
worked his dick good and paid special attention to the head the way he
preferred it.  His hand was firm on my own dick as he massaged with
his fist.

"I want a double shot!" he said.

I knew that meant he wanted to eat his own load plus mine.  We
furiously jacked each other off and in less then ten minutes, each of
us were spewing cream.  He immediately bent down to suck his sperm
from my hand and fingers before moving to my own cum.  He greedily
lapped it all up.  Next, I looked for stray splatters of his own cum
and scooped them up to his lips.

I could smell his armpit odors wafting upward as he lay back down and
put both hands behind his head.  His semi-limp cock fell to the side
with a tiny pearl of jizz gleaming in the light.  I touched his piss
slit with my finger and then rubbed the small bit of cum onto his lips
as if it were lips gloss.  I kissed my brother deeply.  He moaned as
our tongues gently collided.  With in several minutes, I fell asleep
in his arms.

- - -

The next week passed slowly at school.  At least once a day I heard JJ
mumble something as I passed him en route to my locker.  I refused to
let him see that it irritated me so badly.  Jeff didn't mention having
any interactions with him, so apparently it was just me that JJ was
mocking.  The remarks and jeers went on at least once a day.

By that Friday, I was quite sick of it. I was ready to tell Coach
Martinez to do something about it.  However, once I was in my gym gear
with all of the other guys around, I was embarrassed that I had even
considered ratting him out.  That's what a dumbass girl would do.  I
decided that I'd just chill and blow it off.

- - -

Coach made us work on weightlifting that week.  So after I was done
dressing, I headed to the weight room.  I enjoyed the weight machines,
but I never got muscular from using them.  Coach said I'd probably
gain weight after my metabolism slowed down.  In the meantime, I
worked out as we were told to do.

After a half hour had passed, I noticed that JJ hadn't really been
doing anything but walking around and talking to Rich.  He pretended
to be working out when Coach strolled through, and then sat down
looking bored when the coast was clear again.  I went on about my
business.  There was only ten minutes left, so I went to the mats to
do some crunches.  Then I heard his fucking mouth again.

"Cu-cu-cu-cut..." he said impersonating my former stutter.

The wall was lined with mirrors and I looked up to see him standing
right behind me.  No one had really paid attention to JJ.  Those who
heard him didn't react.  It was the snide and hateful look on his face
in the mirror that set me off.

>From my sitting position, I grabbed is leg with all my might and
pushed him off balance.  He fell on his ass on the mat but recovered
quickly.  The next thing I knew, I was rolling around on the floor
with him--each of us trying to take swings at the others face while
simultaneously tackling one another.  He popped me on the chin so hard
it made me bite the side of my tongue.  I punched him right in the eye
and was about to hit him again when I felt Coach's rough hands
grabbing my upper arms and pulling me backwards.

"STOP IT!" he yelled.

Suddenly freed, JJ jumped up to his feet.  He was spry despite being
stocky.  I was pulling away and trying to get back at JJ.  Before I
could react, Coach had us both by an arm.  He lugged us out of the
room in front a stunned and quiet group of gawkers.  Coach's thick
legs moved like a robot with us in tow.  As we left the gymnasium and
entered the main school hall, I was relieved to see classes were in
session.

However, as we walked onward, we passed several classrooms with open
doors.   When we walked by, the students would look up and see us
being escorted to the office.  I was so totally humiliated.  JJ looked
extremely pale and scared.  Just as we reached the main office, our
coach stopped abruptly.

"Compose yourselves gentlemen...even if you can't act like one."

He let go of our arms and I pulled my shorts up and straightened my
shirt.  I tasted some blood before I swallowed it.  My tongue hurt.  I
looked at JJ's eye--his eyelid was puffy and red.  There was a bloody
spot on his eyebrow when my knuckle had grazed.  I wiggled the fingers
of the fist that had punched him and one of the knuckles painfully
popped.  Coach opened the door to the main office.

"Go in and sit down," he said coolly.

JJ and I sat down in two of the chairs in front of the school
secretary's desk.  The chairs were separated by a small table with an
ugly artificial plant on it.  The secretary raised an eyebrow and
looked at us as she answered a phone call.   The room smelled of years
of coffee brewing and musty air.  My heart was still wildly beating
and my stomach was beginning to feel queasy.  Coach had disappeared
into the principal's office and left us there feeling awkward for over
ten minutes.  The bell rang and the school day was over for everyone
but us.  We could hear everyone walking the halls beyond us laughing
and talking while we were miserable.

The two of us sat there looking everywhere but at each other.
Finally, the coach came back from around the corner and walked right
by us without saying a word.

"Gentlemen, come into my office," spoke an older voice.

It was Mr. Nixon, the school principal.  We followed him into his
dreary office and sat down.  All of the décor was from years ago.  The
walls, desk, and unpadded chairs were all of the same dark varnish.
The chair made my butt uncomfortable.  Mr. Nixon sat down at his desk
and began to lecture us for thirty minutes about fighting.  Then he
launched into a story about his son, his dog, etc.  I looked at him
but my mind dozed off.

Then there was a knock at the door.  The secretary opened the door and
to my surprise, dad was there. He'd come straight from work to the
school.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" I thought in my head.

I squeezed my hand into a fist and wanted to punch JJ again.  The last
thing I needed was to have dad on my case again.  When my eyes briefly
made contact with dad's own, I thought my ass was grass.

"We couldn't reach his mother," the secretary said as she looked at JJ
and shook her head sadly.  His pale face flushed red and he just
looked down.

"Guys, please step back outside," Mr. Nixon said.

Dad stepped all the way into the office.  As he passed, I could smell
his deodorant.  That meant he was sweating extra.  As we sat alone in
the waiting area again, I spoke aloud.

"It's your fuckin' fault.  You gonna keep your mouth shut next time?"
I said without looking at him.

"Fuck you," he said through clenched teeth.

The secretary wasn't at her desk until the phone rang.  She walked
back and put her headset on and answered it.

"Yes Mrs. Myers...Mr. Nixon needed to speak to you about your son.  Yes
ma'am.  Well, he is in the office now for fighting with another boy."

Then the secretary pulled her ear piece back while a female voice
could be heard yelling.  The secretary winced as if a pin was pricking
her.  JJ covered his eyes and sighed.  He looked more embarrassed than
anything.  He just shook his head as in disbelief as we could all hear
his mother dropping some "F" bombs over the phone.  His face turned
red again.  Just then dad came out.

"Mr. Nixon, his mom is on the line..."

I heard him tell her to transfer the call to his office as we walked
out of there.  Dad and I left the office and were headed to his truck.
JJ sat there with his arms crossed in a defensive posture.

"I gotta get my gym bag!" I told dad.

"Meet you at the truck," he said flatly.

I quickly went to the locker room to get my stuff.  I looked at my
phone and there were texts from a few friends asking what happened.  I
quickly put all my clothes in my bag and met dad in front of the
school.

As we drove home, I told dad exactly what had happened.  I couldn't
read his face.  He didn't respond immediately after my story.
However, once we got inside the house he finally spoke.

"If anyone ever touches you first, I give you permission to kick their
ass.  But you hit first I heard. You should'ah told him to back
off--you could'ah told him to shut the hell up.  Instead, you tried to
beat him up.  They called me just as I was stepping out the door at
work.  This is the second time you've fucked up lately.  What's
getting into you, boy?"

"I'm sorry dad...I am."

I was sorry alright...sorry I didn't get another punch in.  Oddly
enough, dad didn't say another word...he told me to get started on my
homework.

"Am I grounded?" I asked.

"Just grow up son," he said.

He got up and got a beer from the refrigerator.

"I'm not gonna ground you, but they're giving you guys detention
duties after school for a week.  Tell your brother he'll have to wait
outside each day for you to finish your detention before he can go
home."

With that said dad planted his butt in his chair and began to watch
TV.  As soon as I was in my room stripping down, Jeff came to hear my
story.  He totally agreed with me about what I did to JJ.  I felt
better having at least one person on my side.  I looked in the old
mirror on the door and saw a bruise forming on my chin.  It was just
beginning to ache.  I rubbed it and inspected it closely.

"Makes you look tougher!" he said.

I rolled my eyes.  Then I figured he was right and took a selfie on my
phone to remember the moment.

"Kind of sounds like dad was on your side.  You didn't get grounded.
Seems like skipping school to get laid and stealing his beer is a
bigger offense.  I think he liked that you stood up for yourself."
Jeff said.

"Yeah probably," I agreed.

- - -

The next day, right after P.E. class, I waited in Coach's office with
JJ.  He wouldn't look at me, but he had the most glorious black eye
that a guy could get.  I felt proud of myself.  All that day, I'd been
asked about it by friends and no one talked about my bruised chin...all
the chatter was about the black eye I gave to the "new guy".

After waiting for him, Coach Martinez finally came in and told us to
follow him to the equipment room.  I'd been in there many times
before.  It stank of mildew or something, was dusty, and had cob webs
around the corners and ceilings.  Once there, he told us it would be
our job to reorganize the room, label shelves, and clean the place up.

"You two need to work together and show me that you're grown men...not
some punk brats.  Johnson, I was shocked as hell when you started in
on him.  JJ, I don't know you well, but you made one hell of a first
impression."

With that said, he left us to ourselves.  I looked out at the clock in
the hallway and saw we had fifty five minutes left.  The coach had
left us with a box of markers, a broom, paper towels, and a spray
bottle of cleaner.  Ready to get it started and over with, I grabbed
the broom and started attacking the cob webs up high.  JJ just stood
there watching with disgust.

"You gonna do anything?" I said sharply.

"Yeah, don't get your panties in a wad, dude..."

I moved around and pulled plastic crates and other boxes away from the
walls.  After I was done, I handed him the broom and he started
sweeping up the dirt from the corners and baseboards.  I looked into
each of the boxes to see what was in them.  There were old deflated
balls, nets, rackets, etc.  He stood around again until I glared at
him, then he started sorting boxes too.  I labeled the boxes that were
cardboard.  Moving all the stuff from one side of the room to the
other took a lot of work, but it had to be done to sweep the nasty
floor.  After the floor was clean, I was about to start making signs
for the crates but Coach appeared in the doorway.

"Time for you guys to head out.  Looking good already in here!"

He walked off and I grabbed my gym bag.  I noticed my hands were
really dark and dirty.  I pulled the bag onto my shoulder and left the
building.  When I got to the car, Jeff looked bored and irritable.

"About damn time!" he said.

I didn't reply.  We drove home with just the radio playing.  He was
mad at me for inconveniencing him again.  The day before, he'd been on
my side, but at the present he appeared to be resentful.  After we got
home, I suggested we start our homework.

"Dude, I did mine in the car like a nerd while I had to wait for you.
You're on your own."

He didn't sound really mad--just told me the way it was.  I shrugged it
off and went to do my assignments by myself in my room.  However,
before I was done, he opened the door.

"You need some help finishing up?" he asked.

"Why--you hungry or horny?"

"Both.  If you help me cook, we could get started sooner on the sex part!"

I thought about how bad I could use a good blow job.

"Deal." I agreed.

- - -

After dinner, dad was dozing on the couch.  He was supposed to be in
there to watch football with us, but he was sleeping instead.  Jeff
and I pushed the coffee table closer to the love seat and lay in the
floor on our sides.  After the game started, I remembered that blow
job I wanted.  I started rubbing my cock.

"Ok, so why aren't you down there sucking me yet?" I joked.

With no hesitation, he moved down and took my cock in his mouth.  I
lay back enjoying the feeling of his lips locked on it as he bobbed up
and down.  He wiggled his tongue over my piss slit on his up stroke.
It made me squirm and moan.  He alternated sucking me and licking my
balls.  I loved it!

I wondered how many other twin brothers sucked each others cock while
their dad was right there in the room.  I rolled my head over and he
was suddenly awake.  His dick was hard and he was looking right at us.
I marveled at his hot cock.  He gave me a wink...acknowledging I should
enjoy my blow job.  Dad began to stroke his own dick.

Over the years I had sex with my brother in the open...Dad, Dean and
Dave did the same.  Sometimes Jeff and I had fooled around with Dean
and Dave.  It was so cool to have such an open-minded dad.  Despite
all that openness and sex partner swapping, Jeff and I had never
fooled around with dad.  But lying there getting sucked and seeing dad
watching us with a hard on...I suddenly felt really curious about dad.

I wondered what it would feel like to have that fat dick up my butt.
I fantasized about kissing dad or licking his butt.  As I fantasized
about Dad in his usual chair with Jeff and on each of his knees naked,
I began to shoot my spunk in Jeff's mouth.  He hungrily swallowed it
down.   I kept my eyes locked onto dad.  He looked right back at me.
He shot his own load into his pubic bush.  Dad gave me a "thumbs up"
and winked again.

To be continued...


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