Date: Wed, 11 Oct 2006 12:32:23 -0700 (PDT) From: LivingNude Subject: Web Cam Wet Dreams chapter 10 (Bisexual Incest) Web Cam Wet Dreams By Boy Trainer Chapter 10 A Whole New Life It was big. It was massive. It vibrated while it stood with its engine running in the hotel parking lot and every now and then it hissed at us. (Fsssssst!) Worst of all, it was brown. It was a better brown than UPS trucks, but it was brown nonetheless. Then there was what was attached to its ass end. It was a perky white trailer with dark blue and light blue swirl designs all over it. I couldn't tell which I hated more, but once we were inside the monster RV a whole new attitude took me over. It was beautiful inside! It almost made you feel like you were in a fancy house rather than inside a rejected greyhound bus. Surprisingly enough it only had carpeting in the back bedroom, but the rest of it was real hardwood floor. The counter tops were marble and... Honk! Honk, honk, honk! I looked out the dark tinted window and to my horror found Uncle Frank (Dad's older brother) His wife, Marge and the monsters Billy and Betty, their fourteen-year-old twins and the toddler from hell; Mike. Unfortunately enough they were my bully cousins as well. Hell I was even scared of the two... I guess by now three-year-old Mike. Oh he was cute enough and all that. What little kid ain't, but try ignoring the little brat. They pulled beside the brown beast in their old, beat up looking, off white mini-home. "What were they here?" I cricked my head back to find in my horror that they were pulling our car! "Dad!" (There was no answer to my fit meaning no tantrum I could throw would change things.) Mom and dad just leapt out of the big RV, to greet Frank and his family, the Chicago Hillbillies. Oh and what's this? I found that as they flung the door to the raggedy old RV open and exited that Betty had almost as large a belly as did my mom. (No surprise there). The men had to help her down. "What are they doing here?" My sister asked. Only with the gasp of air she took told me that she already realized the answer to her question. "They're not!" "Oh yes they are." I answered. "Your cousins are coming too?" Pete asked in just as much horror. He's had his run-ins with Billy before. Dad turned and even though I knew he couldn't see us through the blackened windows, gave us that "You'd better get out here and greet your cousins or else!" Look. As we grudgingly turned to go out and "greet" the clan a very curious looking Nakita unknowingly blocked me. "Who are they?" He asked. "Ummm... You'd better stay in here Nakita. I'm not sure..." Then Pete grabbed my arm and as I turned to see what he wanted I heard my dad. "Kids come and say hello to your cousins." "Go outside girls." I said over my shoulder. "I'll be out in a second." As the girls exited I looked at Pete. "Steven Aaron Peterson." He scolded me. (Mom only called me by my full name like that when she scolded me.) "Don't you get it?" "What?" "Nakita is... Well look at him." "You boys better get out here!" Mom yelled. I looked up at Nakita and that was the key clue as to what Pete was on about. Nakita was big, he was getting hairy and he was... Mine! Well ours. "Yes Nakita you should come out with us." I schemed. "Ok." "But no matter what." I added. "Never smile. Just look mean." "Like this?" Then he got this dark look of foreboding on his face that gave me the shivers. "Exactly!" I giggled. I kissed Pete thanking him for the idea and also because it had been too l long between kisses. I couldn't imagine being in love with anyone else in the world. "God I love you." I said and kissed him again only this time enjoying his soft supple lips and gripping his round, firm globes with my outstretched fingers. "Get out here now!" I heard dad bellowing, but I could care less. I was doing something more important at the moment. The only reason we tore apart was because it was getting so damned annoying. The three of us stepped down from the bus and went around to the driver's side. "There you are... What took you so long?" Mom asked rather miffed. I spoke as we walked to them. "We were just filling Nakita, our new body guard." For that I looked directly in Billy's eyes. (Dad scowled at that reMike because he knew I had always complained about how Bill treated me.) "In on who these new people are." "Oh..." Mom acknowledged. "That would be socially appropriate." "Hello Nakita is it?" Frank spoke with a smile, but Nakita stood firm and just nodded. "This is my family." He continued with a confused look on his face. "This is Marge, Betty, (Betty had a look of approval on her face. No wonder she was pregnant.) Mike, whom he was holding in is arms, and Billy." It was a stare down contest between Billy and Nakita that only lasted a second, but I think the point came across well enough. "Well..." Dad broke with a soft clap of the hands. "We'd better get going." "Here." Frank handed a small walkie-talky to dad. "We can keep in contact with these." "Grate idea Frank." Dad smiled. (No the word isn't spelled wrong. Look it up. I knew dad meant it just the way I spelled it. Why he had asked the Chicago Hillbillies along was confusion to me at that time. He hated them as much as we did, but family is family I supposed.) As we turned to get in and drive off we all stopped dead in our tracks to. "I want ride in that." We looked to see Mike pointing at the brown beast. "You do big man?" Frank grinned knowing he could be freed if only for a while. "Would you mind?" Marge queried with the same pleading look. "Um..." Mom stammered, stuck and she knew it. "No... WE (Looking at us with fire in her eyes.) would love having little Mike ride with us." "Mom." I spoke sheepishly. "Can Pete, Nakita and I ride in the back camper?" "I don't see why not." Mom perked. "Other than that's illegal." Frank smirked. He always acts like he knows everything. "You put those boys back there and they look out the windows just once and you'll be having five cop cars pulling you over for sure." "Why?" I asked almost pissed. "Because you don't have communication with the driver." Then I quickly ran to the driver's door of Frank's mini-home and yanked out his small walkie-talky. I ran back with it in my hand shouting. "Now we do!" "Hey that's..." Frank almost shouted, but was interrupted by Marge. "Oh Frank we can stop and get another set." Marge urged. "Besides I'm sure Billy would like some bonding time with the boys." (Oh shit! Backfire!) "Oh ok..." Frank relented. (FUCK!) So we all divided into groups. Mom, dad, Mark, little Mike and all of the girls got in the brown beast. Frank and Marge would be lucky enough to drive alone, but they would be leading the way. Then there was us boys in the back camper. Billy the bully, Pete my love, Nakita my new body guard and I guessed property and then me. It was a big step up to get in the camper and I almost flopped backwards except a hand, no two hands gripped my ass and pushed me up. I turned to see who had done that and found that it was Billy's left hand and Nakita's right hand. They each braced one cheek, but were staring each other down. Once we were all inside dad came to the door. He looked at us boys seated at the table and said most sternly. "I don't want any trouble out of any of you boys. Do you got me?" "Yes." We all answered. There was dead silence as the camper lurched forward. It was a good thing that I was seated facing forward or I knew I would be upchucking all the way there. I can't ride backwards or I get motion sickness. The trailer clicked and clanked all the way down the road and everything shook when we came to a stop, but as soon as we were on the freeway everything was pretty quiet except for a few dishes that clinked together now and then. The silent hum of the road was broken only when Billy stated. "So, you must be the new kid in the family." Nakita looked to me as if wondering how to respond. I of course knew exactly what to do. I leaned over the table on my elbows, looked Billy directly in the eyes and said. "No you idiot. He belongs to me and Pete." "That's stupid." He smirked in disbelief. "You can't own someone." "You can't?" I raised an eyebrow. "Ok let him get out." Billy got up from the end of the bench seat allowing Nakita to slide out and stand up. "Nakita..." I said ready to give an order to, but couldn't think of anything. "Strip." Came Pete's voice. "Yeah strip." I agreed. There was no hesitation whatsoever. Nakita just started to undress right there and then. He flung his shirt across the kitchen floor and then he did the same with his shoes as he kicked free of them. Next his pants and he was standing there naked except for his socks. (I guess he never bothered to put on new underwear after I destroyed his other ones.) "Holy shit!" Billy spat in dismay, but I guess I was the only one who caught the whimper in his voice as he looked down at what Nakita had hanging between his thighs. "H, h, have him do something." He stammered nervously. "Like what?" I asked. "Make him... Suck your dick." There was something strange in the way he said that. Where had I? ... Then it hit me. "You tell him to." I said listening closely. "Nakita." Billy demanded. "Suck his dick! Yeah... Suck that gorgeous dick!" Nakita looked at me for approval and more watching Billy than Nakita I nodded my head and Nakita got under the table to free my cock through my zipper. Billy was bent over the table trying to get an unobstructed view of the action as Nakita lovingly nursed on my four and a half inches. "Oh man that's beautiful." I turned to look at Pete who had already caught on. He raised his eyebrows in enlightenment. "That's?" He whispered. I just nodded and smirked an evil smirk, but what really clinched it was when while all of this was going on and though he never took his eyes off of us; Billy got up and went about the trailer picking up clothes and folding them. Billy has OCD. If he sees a mess, he has to clean it. A mess will gnaw at him so badly that if he doesn't clean it he'll go crazy. That's who cleaned my room the day of the tornado. He's also undoubtedly the one who got my sister to have sex with me in my sleep. All I have to do now is find out why. I really had to fight my urges to talk as Nakita gave me some wonderful head, but I grunted. "So Bill, where did you take shelter during the tornado?" "Your closet." He only new he was busted as he said it. It just so happened that, that's when the trailer squeaked to a stop and leaned to the right side. I looked out the rear window to find a cop car with lights flashing parked behind us. "Shit!" "Boys." Came dad's tinny voice on the radio. "Yeah dad?" I answered. "Just sit tight a moment." "Ok dad." We watched as the cop walked towards the big brown RV past us. I could tell he knew we were watching him. He was up there talking to dad for quite a while before Billy said. "Don't you think you should tell Nakita to get dressed?" Just as I was about to do just that the door to the camper flung open and standing on the ground below was an Illinois Highway Patrolmen with a serious look on his face. Dad and Mark stood behind him looking up in total embarrassment when they saw Nakita still standing there naked to the world and not even trying to hide himself with his hands. To make things worse they looked at my crotch and I looked down to find my own dick sticking out of my fly. It was soft, but it was out there. However I did cover up. "We were just changing clothes dad." I whimpered. "Well no matter." The cop said smiled understandingly at us. "I do need you kids to make yourselves decent though. You can't be riding back here." "Why not?" I asked holding the walkie-talky and zipping up at the same time. "We can talk to the driver." "It's not that son." He said. "This rig is too long. You need to connect this trailer to the smaller RV and connect the car to the brown RV. Besides to ride in a trailer, the trailer has to be a fifth wheel and the communication device has to be hard wired and not a radio." "Oh darn" Pete whined. As we were getting down the cop pulled me behind the trailer and whispered in my ear. "Sorry I interrupted you. I know you guys were having fun." I looked up at him in total fear that I had been busted. "I was young once too you know." Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his business card. "I have a son your age. I think you two would get along... Very well." Then he winked at me and walked back to his car. I stood there stunned as he sat in his car smiling at me while he talked on his radio. "I am one lucky son of a bitch!" I said to myself. Things they are a changing.