Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2010 05:26:25 -0700 (PDT) From: Julian Otero Subject: Baseball Twins pt6 As gay as Ethan was becoming that's how macho Peter was growing. Peter had balls and asserted himself every chance he got, taking what he wanted as his due. That's why I figured fucking him was going to be tricky: it had to be set up carefully otherwise a bad reaction might spoil things. Although only fourteen he knew who he was. He was willing to bend over for his brother, but I might be an entirely different matter. Now that the facts of our family had changed drastically a lot of desire was out in the open and we were pretty casual and frank about sex with each other. Niki and Peter started going naked much of the time and Ethan began to get interested in his "image," seeming to get more girl-like each day. I came across the twins fucking in the breakfast room early one morning. Peter's ass was perched on the edge of one of the stools, firmly planted feet wide apart. Niki was wrapped around him hanging from his neck, legs crossed behind his back. I opened the fridge for a drink and watched her hump up and down on his slick, rigid bone. They were at the point of no return and couldn't care less I was there. I left them alone to finish, but proud to see my son's dick was almost as large as mine. I wanted to fuck him even more. I worked out how with my wife. It was simple: she would make her pussy available at the right moment and after that beautiful boy was firmly in the saddle I'd come in from behind. Erica wore a white slinky thong that day and looked stunning. Her smooth skin tanned to golden perfection set off the tiny white fabric. Peter was working on his bike dressed only in baggy tan shorts when she approached him. She handed him a glass of ice tea. "Thanks mom." "Don't mention honey, I'd do anything for you." He looked at her. Her eyes sweep his torso, nicely developing abs, smooth biceps, settling on his crotch. "My baby's getting all grown so fast." On his ass next to the bike she could see up the leg of his shorts. "So fast," was repeated dreamily. She whispered the next, telling him his body was developing so well, so sexily, that he must be making the girls at school hot, making their pussies wet. "Yeah," he said, "I think about that." "I bet you do, honey. How many times have you fucked your sister?" "You writing a novel?" He turned his attention from the bike and really looked at her, looked at the firm thrust of her breasts, the nipples getting puffy, between her legs where her cunt was moulded clearly by the slinky white frabic. "Nice camel toe," the thought. She prompted again. "One or two times a week." "For the last year. And you brother...his sweet ass?" "About as much....but only a few weeks." "Peter baby, come sit with me. I want to talk to you." She adopted her bedroom voice and started to recite his appealing qualities. Of course he just ate it up. Through the open window I could hear most of what she said. Over our years together Erica had developed her dirty talk skills to a fine degree and as my cock began to lengthen I wondered what effect it would have on her son. As she talked his body relaxed and he slouched forward, his legs opened to make room for the long dangle of boy dick that so fascinated his mother and me. "Honey when I see you in a game and watch you, your body...damn, you're growing so nicely...I feel all excited knowing you're my son...I know what's between your legs...the other mothers can only imagine what you've got honey, but I know! Do you know women old enough to be your mother, some, get excited by teenage boys?" "Really?" he asked, a genuinely unbelieving. "Suzy Jackman and I were talking once--keep this a secret Peter--we said we had desire for young boys...our own kids. I'm not alone...we're not alone... We're horny women, Peter, and young dick like yours get us hot. You get me hot..." The object under discussion was almost at full hard now, as was mine. "Can you image Suzy suckin' her son? he's fifteen and bet he has a nice dick." "Better than mine?" "No, honey...no...none are better than my own son's..." and she leaned over and unbuttoned him. He lifted his ass to allow the garment drop around his ankles. "Can I suck it?" she asked, "can I? Tell me."She had to prompt him again but needed to hear him ask his own mother. "Yes mother, yeah...suck my dick....suck it like Niki...like Ethan does" I was all wet already and she leaned over and took it in her mouth. My wife applied herself expertly for some five minutes as I waited patiently for the right moment. Erica gave our son a bit of biographical information: "I sucked my first dick when I was younger than you are now. His name was Sammy. You're a lot bigger." "Mom, you're amazing...your tongue...really knows what to do... "Like Niki?" "Better...oh, ...oh...Mom...I'm gonna cum...my dick...your mouth...oh, o...ok? Finger me...finger...please...oh...man..." She gave permission. He came, pushing roughly into her mouth, his hips dancing, the cheeks of his ass clenched with the power of his effort, clamping her finger, and then relaxed. Slowly his breathing came back to normal. Now was the time to attack. In the mellow haze of his after orgasm condition he should be compliant, should not have much will to resist even if he wanted to. I moved next to them and softly praised their loveliness, told them how much I loved them, described the beauty of Erica's breasts and ass, his slender but strong young body, back, balls, arms dick, all the while touching those parts. I embraced Peter and Erica moved away. With the head of my cock against his ass I whispered into my son's ear, told him how hot I was for him: "I need your body son, I need to feel your asshole tight around my cock. You need my dick up your ass and you'll know how much I love you." I told him this and many similar things while he pressed back against me, moaned, positioned himself so that his asshole (I should say boy-pussy) was against the head of my hard dick This was the response I hoped for. I was making so much precum I almost slipped away, but we quickly joined again. "Dean....Dean...Dean...this gets me so hot." his mother's far distant voice proclaimed. "Push, Daddy...I think I can do it...push easy and fuck me...fuck your son." "Fuck your son." "Squeeze, baby...squeeze a little, then let go..." He caught on right away. Suddenly the head of my dick popped past the tight entrance and he gasped. "Don't hurt me, please. It feels so big...it feels so fuckin' BIG." I was vaguely aware that Niki and Ethan had appeared. They came close. Good. Let them see this: there are no barriers now. "How's it feel Peter?" his twin wanted to know. She was perhaps thinking of trying the same with her father? Soon we were too far gone to talk, to care who was or wasn't watching. We were just two hot males, man and boy, enacting the age-old dance of sex, regardless that we were father and son. Animal instinct took over and we were, both of us, unrestrained. Big bear and little cub. I don't think I fucked anyone as fast and as hard. I didn't hurt him but I must tell you at the end I was beyond caring. I heard Ethan exclaim "he's cuming!" meaning his brother. But a moment later I did cum, so strong it almost hurt, all of it deep in my son's ass. We stayed joined for a long time, the heat around my dick exquisite. Against his back I felt our heartbeats slowly return to normal. My fingers explored under him not for his dick but for his sperm and touched a large warm puddle. I knew then that I would do this again, do it maybe many times. No one had thought to get the camera. Postscript After these family events Ethan gradually began to change his appearance. He remained the cute sweet boy he always was, but started to apply eye make up, then added green or yellow streaks in his ever-longer hair, started wearing tight jeans and silver studs. Next some eyebrow pencil and eyeliner very subtle. By the middle of his freshman year in high school he made the complete transition to a very beautiful EMO boy. He became a real trophy date for both girl and boy classmates and many sought him out, wanted to be next to him. By sophomore year he added little bit of mascara, then blush and lip gloss, all tasteful and helped by his sister. He learned to sing and dance, performed in plays, was photographed all the time and had poems dedicated to him. He started a small EMO trend in his school of which he was the most stunning example. It led to trouble. He was beaten up a number of times and a couple of trolls threatened to cut up his face and castrate him. He goes to a school away from home now and knows how to take care of himself. I hope. Peter and I get it on once in awhile. I have to get things started, but he's always willing. He and his sister continue to enjoy each other sexually a few times a week. They both see others their age. Erica and I make love once a week on average and always, always, include the kids either actually, or more often, in our dirty talk as well fuck. I answer all e-mails. Please let me know how you enjoyed this story. Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com