Date: Wed, 27 Apr 2011 21:04:57 -0700
From: trip carver <tripcarver@hotmail.com>
Subject: Me and Shawn and Dad, chap. 2

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I hope you enjoy my story, I had a blast writing it.  Chapter 2 picks up
right where chapter 1 left off, Trip just came all over his older brother
Shawn's face, and it turns out Dad had seen it.


"Me and Shawn and Dad"

Chapter 2 - - -

We both turned towards the door, where Dad was, leaning in against the door
post, with one hand slung over his back holding his suit jacket, the other
hand resting on the bulge at his fly, his detective's badge visible at his
hip.  Instinctively we both covered our cocks, me standing in the tub,
Shawn kneeling on the mat in front.  I looked at Dad, then at Shawn, seeing
my juice start to run down his face. Then back at Dad.  Shawn looked at me,
then at Dad, then at me again, then down on the floor.  No one was saying
anything. Dad broke the silence first.

"Trip, Shawn, you boys been doing this a lot?"  His voice was kinda
quiet-like, soft, but urgent. Silence. "Well boys, I asked you a question,"
a little more demanding this time.

"Uh no, sir, this was just this one time," Shawn eeked out, still not
looking at anybody, just down at the floor, probably wishing he could just
disappear into it.

"That right son?," Dad asked looking at me.

"Uh-huh, just this once.  Sir."  We usually didn't call our Dad `sir,' but
this seemed serious.

"Well boys, Trip, it looks like you've made a mess.  You need to clean it
up," Dad said, and I noticed he was kinda massaging the bulge in his pants.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so, uh..."  I was reaching for a towel and Dad
interrupted me.

"Not that way, don't use a towel."  Was his bulge a little, well,
`bulgier.?'

"Huh, whaddaya mean?"  I looked at him, and really, I didn't have a clue
what he meant.  Shawn, on the other hand, started to lift his head, and I
could see the beginnings of a grin breaking out.

"Use your tongue, lick it off his face."

"What?"  I couldn't believe Dad just said that.

"You heard me, Trip.  Clean off your spunk from your brother's face with
your tongue."  Very calmly, deliberately, matter-of-factly, like he was
talking someone through, like, defusing a bomb or something.

"You want me to lick my cum off of Shawny's face?"  It still wasn't getting
through what he wanted me to do.  Cumming on your older brother's one
thing, licking it off, that's, well, gross.

"Dad, that's kinda gross."

"Fuck son," he never said `fuck' in front of us, never, not ever, at least
not until a few minutes ago. "Do it. You made a mess, clean it up.  The
right way."

The right way.  No, cleaning up cum the right way was wiping it up with
dirty underwear, socks, or tissues, or something. Shawn was, I think,
actually enjoying this, seeing me squirm, getting grossed-out, getting told
what to do by Dad.  The fact that he still had my load all over his face
didn't seem to bother him, at least not a whole lot.

"Yeah, come-on Tripsey." `Tripsey' was his baby name for me, and still used
it when he was, like, pulling age rank on me, like now. "Do it.  Clean me
off.  Your stuff's starting to dry out on me."

We just stared at each other, him grinning, me starting to get pissed, like
feeling getting backed into a corner or something. I turned to Dad.  Yeah,
his bulge was getting `bulgier.'

"Do I hafta?"

Still calm, but more forcefully Dad spoke, "Christian David Carver The
Third," OK, he was getting really pissed now, calling me by my full name,
`the third' included.  "I told you to do something.  Now do it, clean your
spunk off your brother's face."

Shawn got up and stood right there in front of me.  The fucker's dick was
hard.  Dad's dick was probably hard; hard to tell, but it was making a
quite a showing in his pants. I looked down, and damn, if I wasn't hard
too.

I leaned in towards my older brother.

"Yeah," Dad exhaled.

"Yeah," Shawn inhaled.

"Fuck."  That was me as I stuck my tongue out towards Shawn's face.  There
was still a big glob on his right cheek, I aimed for that. Tongue now on
his cheek, starting to lick up the cheek towards his eye, making contact
with glob in three, two, one. It only took a second, maybe two or three,
but it felt like minutes, as I licked my cum off of my brother's face where
I shot it just a few minutes ago.  I licked, swallowed.  Tasted kinda like
vanilla yogurt with some bleach mixed in, and, I kinda liked it.  He turned
his head, giving me access to another glob, on his forehead, kinda half
stuck in his eyebrow.  I looked at Dad.  He nodded.  I licked up the second
glob.

"Keep going, son," Dad said, "get it all."

OK, might as well do it right. I took Shawn's head in my hands, got that
second glob, then turned his head so I could get a third one on the side,
almost by his ear. Fuck, I was, like, getting into this.  I licked up the
third one, then started all over his face, still holding his head, turning
it to meet my tongue, my lips.  I ended up on his lips, my tongue licking
his lips. I went all in, my lips on his, my tongue breaking through, into
the cavern of his mouth, holding his head, mashing his lips against mine
while my tongue explored where it's never been before.

Damn, is that a hand on my ass?  Whose?

- - - to be continued - - -