Date: Mon, 30 Dec 2013 11:54:47 -0800 (PST) From: Julian Otero Subject: Bike Trip, part two Please make a donation to nifty so this archive can continue. Bike Trip, part two Kevin, 11 Susan, 13 Uncle Jeff, 31 Gavin, Dad, 38 Audrey, Wife, 36 Jennifer, 22 Susan We set out the next morning at dawn just as we planned. Uncle Jeff gave each of us a hug and I noticed when my father turned his back my uncle clung a little too long onto my brother, his palm pressed against his nephew's ass. So, I thought, "this could be interesting." When uncle Jeff did the same to me I felt my pussy quiver. We rode along at a relaxed pace on the smooth asphalt road with very little traffic. When our Dad couldn't overhear, I traded comments with my brother about what we witnessed last night. At one point I asked my brother "Do you think they fucked?" "Whatdaya mean?" "Dick up the ass, little brother, that's what I mean!" "Oh." "I saw uncle Jeff touch your ass. Better watch out!" He giggled. "Do boys fuck each other a lot?" I asked. "I don't know. Do girls?" "Well, some. But I bet boys do it a lot." I was just guessing but I wanted my brother to think about it because it got me excited. He's very cute and my girlfriends have eyes for him and so, I'm sure, do some boys. Gavin The kids were in a terrific mood, better than I'd seen them in a long time; the road was easy and the weather gorgeous. We made camp with plenty of time to set up and have a modest, cooked dinner. We hunched around a small fire as the sun slid under the western horizon. The three of us made small talk and eventually grew silly with each other just the way families do when they feel great or need to let off steam. But there was more. Susan and Kevin both started to get physical with each other, hugging and play wrestling, eventually tumbling over each other with much full body contact. I watched fascinated and then a little concerned because to see their lithe, sleek forms in the skintight lycra outfits, their play began to look like sex to me. Their facial expression grew more grave and the grunts and sighs more serious. I let this go on a few minutes longer then moved to break it up, but my little passionate ones would not give up easily. I felt hands, either my daughters or my son's on my body. Exploring. Little fingers going close to places they shouldn't, testing me. When one of those fingertips brushed along my balls a jolt of pleasure travelled up my spine. Firmly I told them to get ready for bed and I moved away. The touch on my balls I was sure was no accident. What I wasn't sure about was how I felt: did I want more, did they? They were my kids, not strangers. I wasn't above thinking about sex with my kids, but actually doing it? How does one seduce one's child, especially two at the same time? We each crawled into our own tent and very soon fell asleep. Susan I woke when faint grey light peaked through the tent flap, my need to pee too strong to let me fall back asleep. I crept out as silently as possible, squatted down over some soft pine needles and pissed out a strong hot stream of warm urine. I loved doing this in the outdoors, even shitting, when we camped rough like this. It seemed so daring. The sun was still under the horizon, the air still chilly for at least another hour. Daddy! Daddy could be my natural body warmer until my tent was more comfortable. What a surprise when I tried to crawl in with him: my brother beat me to it and was pressed against daddy in the opened sleeping bag. Daddy's gentle voice whispered, "There's room." Well, just barely enough room. I wound up pressed tight against my brother as he slept, his nice bubble ass fitting into my crotch warmly. In no time I was asleep again, the warmth of their bodies so soothing. Sometimes I have intense dreams when I fall back asleep a second time. I had a hot sex dream, a dream of naked boys—it was school—and there were boys I knew and boys I didn't, all beautiful with hard cocks moving around and lounging with their legs spread wide. A few girls were there too, also naked, touching their pussy. Somebody asked me if I was going to get undressed. Just before the dream ended another voice from behind me, a man's voice, my father's, told me I was a slut. He had the cheeks of my ass in his strong hands. There was more I couldn't remember, but that was enough. Dad was making breakfast by the time the sun's heat began to be felt. My brother was still asleep, our still bodies spooned together. It felt so good. Lying with him that moment a rush of pure pleasure covered me from head to toe. I remember so well how happy I felt to have a brother and to feel his slim body so warm and cozy next to mine. At first it wasn't about sex, but as I lay there my pussy gradually began to get moist. And the dreams... More cocks. Dad would soon call us so I had to act quickly. What I expected to find when I reached around and slipped my fingers under Kevin's shorts was a nice little hardon, his clean, smooth, hard dick, which was becoming more interesting to me as each day passed. It didn't disappoint. "What are you doing?" "Shhhh...stay still. I'll play with you." He turned toward me and opened his legs and smiled sleepily. My fingers wrapped around his special part which made him sigh. I could feel his body surrender. My excitement was hard to contain. I kissed him and tasted his sweet breath. "Jimmy does this to me," he whispered. "Yeah...you like it?....you like my hand on your cock, Kevin?..." I pictured his friend, the two of the them. I gripped him harder "Does he suck your dick?" He tried to answer but my hand work made him stumble mumble nonsense. I wasn't sure if I was doing it right, but he seemed to enjoy it. At that moment our dad appeared at the entrance to call us to breakfast. He gazed at us not speaking, then, recovered, said we should come an eat when we were finished. "Shit," said Kevin. "We're not in trouble. He said to finish." I curled down to my brother's crotch and sucked him for a minute. We arrived at the table under a clear blue sky. If daddy noticed the poked out pajamas my brother tried to hide, he didn't say anything. Gavin What's a father to do when he discovers his children playing sex games with each other? Are there any books that say what to do? Are there any books that tell the father to put his hard cock back in his pants and walk away? Or should he follow his instinct? If you want the truth the sight of my daughter's hand around my son's hard cock surprised me, yet delighted me also. I did walk away, but a thousand thoughts all hot and all very arousing raced through my mind. Seeing normal children in the discovery of sex is exciting, a happy event not to be censored. Seeing my own children thus made me very, very happy. Why not let them enjoy the pleasure of sexual exploration? That part was easy. What was difficult was dealing with my own arousal caused by what I saw. My urge was to lower my shorts and join them, help them, teach them, show them and encourage them further. Instead, I served breakfast. We broke camp late in the afternoon and headed back to my brother's, each of us mostly silently concentrating on our own thoughts as we rode. My mind was conflicted the whole time. In my shorts my erection was almost painful as I pictured my daughter sucking her brother, him licking her pussy, me fucking both of them. I would fuck them lovingly, just going slowly and easily at first, gently introducing them to the joys of Eros, then move to more sophisticated practices: the three of us joined, sucking and licking cock, cunt and asshole. Their mother, too. By sunset back at my brother's house the evening air was heavy and very warm. Jeff had another barbecue prepared, but this time he wasn't dressed so modestly. In fact he was hardly dressed at all. The only thing that concealed his cock was a snug micro fiber white thong. The effect was stunning, his tanned and fit body so desirable to me all over again. My kids pretended as if nothing was out of the ordinary but they both couldn't keep their eyes off him. "Dad, its so warm. Why don't we all get comfortable like uncle Jeff?" Susan asked. I doubted if the question was as innocent as she made it sound. This led to a general discussion in favor of striping down even though I protested I had nothing suitable like my brother. He jumped right in. "I'll lend you a thong. I have a new one you can keep." My kids were all for it. In Jeff's bedroom I put it on and he admired its effect. Then he hit me with a question. "You ever think of fuckin' around with your kids?" "They're my kids Jeffrey, what the fuck!" I tried to sound shocked but I don't think I was convincing. "I know. Stay cool. They're beautiful. Kevin looks so much like you at that age. Remember those times and the fun we had? Haven't you ever thought about it? I have. Kids have a sex life Gavin. I was sucking your dick when I was nine. You don't know how much I admired and worshiped you. I still admire you. Still like your dick." As he said so he caressed under my balls with his warm palm and kissed my cheek, told me not to be offended by his question. "We were just kids, but..." "It was love...Would you mind if I touched Kevin...?" he whispered the question next to my ear, his breath hot. "He's only eleven," but my voice was weak because in my mind I pictured my son with my brother's hard dick in his young mouth, sucking his uncle, Jeff cumin on his pretty face. "You know I like them young thanks to you! I've had some twelve year olds Gavin...they're so sweet and grateful...you ought to try it some time. And who better to try it with than your son? And that black kid I told you about...he's not sixteen...he's fourteen." Its incest I said, putting up the last barrier I could think of. He knocked that down pretty fast by reminding me, "We did a lot of that, didn't we? We didn't know the word till later. It's love, baby. The rest is bullshit." He told me he was going back to the deck, to the kids, and I should come when I was ready. I had such a hardon and in the thong it looked obscene. I didn't want my kids to see me like that so I said I'd been down as soon as I myself went down. I sat thinking for a long time. Nothing I thought about helped soften me. The images of my kids sucking us both, of fucking each other, their slim beautiful bodies, those images remained under the surface until I knew it was hopeless. I went down to the deck sporting my pushed out new thong and discovered a wonderful scene. What I half hoped to find actually was happening and made me dizzy for a few moments. You don't expect to see your kids and your brother like that even if you have an over active fantasy life. My 11 year old boy was laying on his back with his pretty legs hanging over the sides of the lounger and my brother, legs spread wide apart, bent far over sucking Kevin's dick. Seated on the deck under her uncle, Susan was enthusiastically sucking my brother's cock, its long length gleaning with her saliva. Picture it: a gorgeous grown man, a young teenager, a pre-teen, all joined in sex. And I was related to all of them. Susan saw me first. She freed her mouth of cock and said to me, "We saw you and uncle Jeff sucking on the way down..." She grinned an impish grin and made an invitation: "Uncle Jeff says you like to fuck. You like to fuck him. You want to fuck us...Dad, put you cock up his ass...We'd love to see that!!!" Kevin joined in the request while he pushed upward into his uncle's mouth. So now they knew just about everything. My brother was a pedophile, something I had only suspected before. And seducing my kids! They didn't not look a bit unhappy about what they doing, not at all! Susan put his dick back in her mouth and sucked with even more gusto now she knew her own father was watching. My brother groaned louder, reaching for his finish. Jeff's ass contracted three or four times has he emptied his balls into his niece's mouth. At the same time he let go of my son's cock, flipped my son's legs back and open and rammed his tongue into the boy's asshole. It was a beautiful disgusting scene. Then all three separated and rested. The burgers had burned and we threw them out. I was the only one with a wisp of clothing at all, the sexy feel of the silver thong something I didn't want to give up just then. Jeff played host again and got us drinks and with my permission offered Susan a bit of beer. Kevin had soda while we brothers had a whiskey and water each. My daughter was not a shy girl but the alcohol must have loosed more of something in her. She proceeded to tell me how hot she and her brother became watching me and my young brother having sex. She said she was about to suck her brother when I discovered them that morning in the tent. "Dad, can we watch again. I mean will you do it with Uncle Jeff so we can see? Please?" There was no inhibition left among us despite the family relationships and age differences. By now all of my resistance had melted like snow in the desert. "Yes honey, I will if uncle Jeff wants to. I want us to watch you and Kevin fuck...I want you to suck your brother's cock, and mine. I want to fuck you and lick your asshole and cute little apple tits. I want you to let uncle Jeff do those things too. Beside my libido my greedy mind was at work: here was a little gold mine that, handled right, could make us a neat pile. Jeff was into young boys. Pictures of my kids doing all kinds of sex could be retailed to his pedophile friends at very premium prices. Young, clean cut, healthy American kids...so cute, just like the kids you live next door to. If this story has pleased you so far, let me know how. And what would you like to have happen in the next part? Regards, Julian ba9ba9goodman@yahoo.com