Date: Thu, 12 Jan 2006 08:59:44 -0800 (PST) From: Boy Trainer Subject: Web Cam Wet Dreams Chapter 7 (Bisexual Incest) Web Cam Wet Dreams Chapter 7 (T)o (I)nsure (P)rompt (S)ervice Our dads had no idea that breakfast was following them down the hall when they came in and I'm sure Nakita had even less of a clue as to what I was planning for him. I did debate whether I should even do what I had in mind. After all just two days before I was absolutely oblivious about everything including but not limited to sex. Yet, the person I found myself turning into was like a new kid on the block whom I had a deep seeded need to get to know for some reason. No sooner than the door was closed behind our dads did we her the timid knock of Nakita's knuckles. "Room service." I was still sloshing limp-dicked in my mom's well used twat and Pete was still bitch-slapping his dick against mom's soaking wet face. Pete's mom was behind the couch licking at mom's dripping cunt and my slick dick. She probably didn't even hear the knock and if she did she had no intention of stopping. Dad looked at me expectantly and waited for me and Peter to stop what we were doing and get something on, but I just looked at him and urged. "Breakfast is getting cold dad. Let him in." Suddenly I was in a stare down contest with dad and he with me. At first he looked demanding at me, but I stood firm in my convictions. Then as if not to be out done by some punk kid he loosened his sash while still leaving it somewhat looped low. His robe opened a little, just enough to show his hanging dick like a duck in a Chinese butcher's window. He then breathed some bravery and swung open the door as wide it would go. I may have given my bullshit act away when I breathed in a gasp of fright when I realized that someone else could step into the hall, but I don't know. Luckily though the hall was empty. "We'll eat by the window." He pointed. I wish I could've read Nakita's mind at that point. He looked at me mock fucking my mom, but he couldn't see that I was no longer imbedded in her. More to the point it was being licked clean by Peter's mom. He watched as peter continued to bitch slap my mom's face with his hairless, but generously lengthy cock and then he glanced over at my dad who was standing with robe wide open and hands on his hips like the jolly green giant on vacation. Peter's dad and our two eleven year old sisters were just standing there slack jawed in total disbelief. "You heard him boy." I barked out of nowhere. "Over by the window." Nakita tentatively ushered the cart forward and stopping when he reached us and looked down to see Peter's mom still nursing on my expelled dick. Then while shaking in total; I don't know what, started to unfold the sides of the cart to form a small table next to the one that was already there. By the time he spun around I was standing blocking his escape still sticky with my morning jiz. "I need some cleaning before I can eat." I stated matter-of-factly looking at the drying cum on my chest and belly. With a gasp from everyone except Peter I reached up and grabbing Nakita's shoulders pushed him to his knees before me. When he got on his knees he looked up at me totally humiliated and with a tear rolling down his left cheek. I didn't relent though I just grabbed the back of his head and pulled it to my front and only when I felt his tongue bathing my belly did I let loose leaving him to work unassisted. "We created a monster." My dad said to my mom. "No dear." She responded stepping behind dad and resting her cheek to the side of his arm. "We created a king." Pete's dad giggled and looking over at him said. "And we created a queen." Nakita hadn't quite finished lapping up my dried cum, but I made my point for now. I lifted his chin to look me in the eyes and said rather forcefully. "Be in this room on your break." "Yyyes sir." He stammered looking sheepishly at our parents. He then got up to his feet and brushing nothing off of his black slacks left the room. I walked over to the two tables and pulled a chair up for myself. I was feeling pretty full of myself at that point, but mom burst out with. "Hold it right there young man!" I froze in a half seated position right in mid air and waited while mom ran into Peter's and my bedroom and returned holding some towels. She half unfolded one and set it covering the seat of the chair and said. "Now you can sit." She then turned her head to face everyone in the eyes as she added. "Being naked is fine and all that, but I don't ever want to catch anyone sitting down without a towel when you are. Do you got me?" "Yes ma'am." I'm sure everyone dutifully answered. I know Peter and I did. To say things were a little tense while we ate would be an understatement. There was no doubt in everyone's mind that things had suddenly changed. Whether for the better or worse was yet to be decided, but there was no doubt that things would never be the same again. Peter's family had never been close with mine and I doubt that if events hadn't unfolded they way they did our parents would be little more than acquaintances at best. My parents were so cold and conservative and Pete's were so outgoing and youthful. They almost reminded me of hippies without the long hair and psychedelic micro-bus. Then dad broke the silence with a clearing of his deep voice. "I think we ADULTS (Stressing adults so there was no doubt about whom he was talking about.) should get dressed and go see about the campers." "That's a good idea." Mom agreed and looking at our sisters sternly said. "Obey your brother's while we're gone." The girls looked at each other and giggled. "Yeah right." It was right there and then did I realize that our parents were going to be pushovers compared to our sisters. For some reason my sister had always been domineering over me. Even when we played well together we always followed her rules and played what she wanted to play. For some reason that stranger who was taking control over my body suddenly deserted me like a rat on a sinking ship. As our parents left the room and I was looking directly in Barbara's evil eyes and I felt my old self return and a gulp of spit slowly slid down my dry throat. Once again there was awkward silence in the room before Barbara gave a Cruella De Ville glance at me and Peter who looked as though he was wrestling with his own demons at the time. "So you boys ready for real women?" I looked around the room and asked. "Sure where are they?" Sharon got up. She stepped around to me, released her robe from her shoulders and stood there naked. "So are you as good awake as I hear you are asleep?" I don't know why, but when I looked at her smooth girl body I froze. In all that's been going on in my life up till then I hadn't really given the girls much thought. First off and before all else I knew I was in love with Peter. Peter had become my reason for living. He was my heart and soul and nobody was more important than him to me. I knew I had two buns in the oven already. I might even have a third brewing in my sister's womb, but judging by how young Barbara was, probably not. Perhaps it wasn't too late. I was in love with Peter and I pictured in my minds eye Peter and I raising our own family. However the chances Peter could get me pregnant was nil as we all know, but there was our sisters. If Peter could impregnate my sister and I his then our kids would both be blood siblings. Almost anyway. Cousins really, but there was some dealing to do. I stood up and pulled Peter by his upper arm to the other side of the room. "Pete." I whispered in his ear. "Do you love me?" He looked surprised, but didn't hesitate. "You know I do." "Get my sister pregnant." "What?" He gasped. "Get her pregnant." I restated. "I'll get Sharon pregnant and then we can raise the babies together and they will be our blood." "We're too young." He spat actually scared. "Besides you may have already gotten Barbara pregnant." "I know, but there's a chance I didn't." I reasoned. "I don't know man." He backed. I knew I was losing the argument. I had to do something drastic to stay in the running. So being at my wits end I resorted to a trick I must have seen my mom use a million times to get what she wanted. I grasped the back of his head and leaned in for a pity kiss. Our lips clicked away and I tenderly begged. "Please." While batting my eyes. Then I leaned in and kissed him again. When our sticking lips finally pulled free from each other's. I saw through his eyes the bending and eventual breaking of his will. "Ok on one condition." "What?" "Since you may have already gotten Barbara pregnant we'll switch back and forth, but I don't want either of us to know who's the dad to either's kids." "That sounds like a great idea." I smiled. To be continued? I haven't been writing much lately for a few reasons. 1 I wasn't getting much of a response to the story and so I figured nobody was reading it. 2 It's been the holiday season and I do have a life and family. 3 I found the story was going in a totally different direction than I first intended, but I worked all that out. If you want further parts to this story don't stop the input. It give me the desire to write more. P.S. I know there was a blunder in the story. Perhaps you read it and figured it out right off the bat. Perhaps it wasn't as big a blunder as I thought, but I will be more careful in the future.