Date: Wed, 2 Sep 2009 11:01:19 -0700 (PDT) From: eames1668 Subject: Being a family 1 Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity between my characters and real people, places, or events is a coincidence. This story contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between family members. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, please stop here. If this story might offend you please go to another site. Hope you enjoy the story. Feel free to weigh in at eames1668@yahoo.com I'm 23 and I still live with my Dad. But it's all good. We both want it that way, and it doesn't cramp anybody's style. It was just the two of us for a long, long time although it wasn't always and isn't now but life worked out just fine. See, Dad and Mom were a little wild when they were young. I was born when they were both just 15 and still in high school. I lived with my Mom's parents for few years after I was born but Dad and Mom married when they were 18. Growing up I thought we were just like all of my friend's families - Mom stayed at home and Dad worked. A lot it seemed - I was always waiting for him to get home and wanted to spend all weekend with him. To his credit he took me along as much as possible and was always there for me. Mom always seemed to have something else more important to do. I figured that she loved me in her way but I never felt close to her. Dad was very different. He was my buddy, big brother and dad all rolled into one. He answered questions honestly, was always there to support me in whatever I did in school, and taught me to be the man I am today. Mom was religious but Dad wasn't at all. They used to fight about it, especially when Mom made me go to church which I hated to do. Looking back, they seemed to fight about a lot of things - they were always yelling at each other - but, like I said, I just assumed everyone's family operated like that behind closed doors. To everyone outside our family we seemed happy. Mom was very strict. I think it frustrated her that Dad and I were so close because she couldn't monitor my upbringing as closely as she wanted to when I was spending time alone with him. She wanted to make sure that I was brought up correctly and wouldn't turn out like she and Dad had been when they were young. Neither of them smoked. There was never any alcohol in the house. Once I hit 6 I wasn't allowed to bath anymore - Mom showed me how to shower, while I was wearing a bathing suit, and that was that. From then on I was taught to lock myself in the bathroom while showering - or anything else - to always knock first and never, ever to unexpectedly walk in on anyone. We lived in a nice house at the end of a cul-de-sac and had a very private backyard. When I was about 8, Dad had an in-ground pool and outdoor shower put in. Mom made him install a bamboo box around the shower for total privacy. I'll never forget being home one afternoon in the summer. I had been swimming all morning and was beat, so I was napping up in my bedroom. The windows of my room looked out onto the pool. It was a hot Saturday afternoon and the windows were wide open in anticipation of catching a breeze. Mom was out somewhere and Dad was swimming while I slept. That is, until the yelling started. Mom had come home unexpectedly and found Dad swimming naked in the pool. She had a fit, screaming at him for being so indecent and with me in the house. Dad got really angry, called her a bitch and told her that it was his fucking house and he'd swim bare-assed if he wanted to. I'd never heard him use language like that before and knew enough to stay in my room. They didn't speak for quite awhile, but Dad never swam naked again. Being naked in our house wasn't something that ever happened. As a small kid my Mom told me that it was a sin to be naked and I was taught how to change from my day clothes into my pajamas without ever fully being nude. Take your shirt and t-shirt off, put your pj top on, take your pants off and put on your pj bottoms over your underwear, which you wore to bed. That's the way things worked around our house. Just after I turned 12 they told me that Mom was expecting another baby and that I was going to have a brother or sister, but somehow the happiness that should have been there with the announcement seemed to be missing. At first neither Mom or Dad seemed very pleased about the baby, but then Mom suddenly changed. For the first time I got to see her actually happy and looking forward to having another child. Then it happened - Mom had a miscarriage. That seemed to be the turning point - she felt that losing the baby was payback somehow for all the bad things in her life, including anything my Dad or I did. She grew even more distant and got really involved in religion, spending all her free time in church related activities or at mass. She also became more and more judgmental about everything my Dad and I did, other people, the world in general. It was tough, but Dad and I never talked about it. Some time after my 15th birthday I came home from school one day to find Dad's car in the driveway. It was very strange for him to be home at 3:00pm - he was never, ever home before 7:00 at least. What surprised me even more was to walk into the kitchen to find Dad at the table with an open bottle of Scotch and a full glass in front of him. "Hey Dad." I said quietly, as I entered the house. "What are you doing home?' "Hi Reese. How was school?" he asked, and I knew right away he was just trying to act normal - like everything was all right, but it clearly wasn't. "Fine. What's up Dad?" I asked again. Dad looked at me, but I just couldn't tell what he was going to say to me so I stood there at the table. After awhile I said, "Isn't Mom gonna be mad that you're drinking?" He looked at me full on, then said "That's not a problem any more." My first thought was the worst one possible, but when Dad realized that I was headed in that direction his voice changed. "She's ok, Reese. Don't worry. But sit down. We've got to talk." I did what I was told and that's when Dad jumped in. "You know we've been fighting. I know that you see and hear it. Things have been bad for quite some time. Your Mom has left." "Left? Where?" "She's gone. She left us." He took a swig of Scotch. "Evidently, she's been involved for quite some time with a guy she met at Church - someone far more religious than you and I. Turns out that the baby wasn't mine, it was his." Dad swallowed a deep pull of his scotch. I was speechless. "Anyway, she's pregnant again and she's decided to be with him. We're divorcing so she can marry him. She told me to tell you that she's sorry and that she couldn't face telling you herself." None of it made sense right then to me, but it slowly sunk in. At first I couldn't believe that she just left without even a goodbye to me. As the pieces started to come together, the real surprise for me was that I didn't really care. She had always been so distant with me and the past few years so judgmental about everything I did and everyone I was friends with, and now to find out how hypocritical it all was just made it a relief to know that she was gone and it was now just Dad and me. "Are you ok?" I asked him. He looked at me, and snorted a bit before taking another plug from his glass. "She's still your Mother. I don't want to say anything bad about her to you." "Dad, for god's sake." We sat in silence for a bit, then I said "...to be honest, I don't care. Technically she's my mother, but you've always been the only real parent that I've ever had. Sorry Dad, but fuck her." My Dad's eyes shot up and he looked at me. For a split second I thought he was going to smack me, but instead he cracked a giant smile. I continued. "I'm really tired of having to listen to the crap she was always spewing about the Bible or how negative she always is about you, me and anyone I know. Not to mention what she's done to you, to us, behind our backs and all the time acting holier than shit." "Are you sure about this?" asked Dad. "100 percent." I answered. "Is it just gonna be me and you now?" I asked him. "Guess so. What do you think about that?" "It's awesome." I smiled. "Seriously, Dad. I really don't care. I'm sorry to say this, but we're better off without her." Dad smiled at me, then cupped the back of my head, leaned in and kissed my forehead. "I think so too, Champ." Life became very different with just my Dad and me. The house was much more relaxed and happy and we both recognized that almost immediately. Dad started coming home earlier each day and was often there by 5:00 at the latest. Turned out that he stayed late at work mostly to avoid my mother so without her in the house anymore he was happy to be home. One afternoon, a few weeks after she'd left, I got home from school at my usual time and knew I had a couple of hours before Dad got in. There was something I was dying to try - had wanted to for years but never could. I changed into my bathing suit and ran down to the pool. Once I was in the water I looked around to make sure that no one was around - which was pretty stupid on my part, because as I'd said our back yard was totally private - and slipped off my suit and threw it off over my head and to the lawn. I was naked in the pool for the first time ever and it was amazing! I felt free and naughty at the same time as I swam back and forth the length of the pool. Slicing back and forth, above water and below. As I came up for air and to flip for the next lap I almost died. There, standing at the edge of the pool was my Dad. I hadn't heard him come into the yard. "DAD!" "Hey Reese. How's the water?" asked Dad, very matter of fact. I didn't know what to do. I was nude in the water and my suit was in the grass on the opposite end of the pool. I was treading water, trying to make enough ripples that my Dad wouldn't know that I was naked and hoping he'd go into the house so I could get my suit back on. "Sure is hot today." said Dad. "Feel good in there?" "Um...yeah." I stammered. "Might just join you." said Dad. Thank god, I thought. When he goes in to change I'll make a break for it. But, instead, Dad did something unexpected. He kicked off his shoes, then peeled off his socks, unbuttoned his shirt and laid it on a lounge chair. I was surprised that he didn't have a t-shirt on, but the real surprise was when he undid his belt and pants, slid them down and stepped out of them. He wasn't wearing underwear, and so was now naked standing at the side of the pool. "Aren't you gonna put a suit on?" I asked him nervously. "For what? It's just us and you don't have one on." With that he dove into the pool and swam the length, flipped and swam back in my direction. I wasn't quite sure what to do so I made my way over to the edge of the pool and hung there in the water until he surfaced next to me. I was mortified. "Sorry, Dad." was all I could say to him. "For what? He asked, wiping pool water from his eyes, then dunking his head backward in the water to slick back his hair. "Being naked in the pool." I said, sheepishly. "What are you apologizing about that for?" "You're not mad? Mom would have had a fit." Dad looked at me, then said. "For starters, I'm not your Mother. I couldn't care less that you're naked in the pool. Hell, I've wanted to be naked in the pool for years but she wouldn't have it. Kinda glad I found you bare-assed in the pool when I got home. Wasn't quite sure how I was gonna break that ice, but you did it for me." He smiled at me. "Seriously?" was all I could say. Dad pushed himself up out of the pool and sat on the stone apron that surrounded it. From my angle looking up I got a full view of Dad's body - probably the first time I'd seem him naked in my life, at least that I could recall. At 15 I thought my Dad was old, like all kids do about their parents, but I've come to realize that at just 30 years old then he was in his prime. Eight years later he still is - incredibly muscled, big but not gross - with a slamming six pack; wide, thick pecs and heavy, strong arms. He is also lugging around an impressive slab of man meat - cut, thick and veiny - that on that first nude pool romp he made no attempt to hide. "Reese, things are different now. For her own reasons, your Mother had a view of how the world should work at all times. I don't share that same view. She saw being naked as something shameful. I don't. To be honest, I like being nude." My arms were getting tired of holding myself up in the deep end of the pool, so I figured now or never and hauled myself up to sit equally as naked as my Dad, right next to him by the pool. "Did you like swimming naked?" he asked me. "Hell yeah! It's cool!" "Ok, then. Feel free to swim however you want whenever you want. I don't care. And, get used to seeing me nude in the pool, cuz that's how it's going to be from now on." "Really? Are you serious?" "Totally. Actually, if it's ok with you, you'll probably see me naked a lot around here. We have a lot or privacy and like I said, I like being naked. If you're cool with it, that is." "I can't believe that you're saying this, Dad. I've got no problem with it, at all." I practically screamed. "Good. And feel free yourself. Whatever you're comfortable with - it's okay by me, son." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My dad giving me permission to be as naked as I wanted to be, whenever I wanted to be. So cool. "Let's get something to drink." suggested Dad. We both stood up. Dad gathered the clothes he'd shed so I instinctively went over and picked up my discarded suit to put it back on assuming Dad would get dressed too. Instead, Dad stood there in all his glory holding his clothes and shoes. "Aren't you getting dressed?" I asked him. "Have no intention to, unless it bothers you. Told you I'll be naked a lot - no time like the present to start." I had my suit halfway up my legs when he said this, stopped mid-tug, thought "fuck it", slid my trunks back down and stepped out of them again. "Ok, then." I said, walking back over to Dad just as naked as he was. "Ok, then." He said in response, putting his arm around my shoulder and we walked toward the house with our cocks swinging, exposed and free. It felt strange to walk through the house bare assed, but I liked it immediately. After we put our things away in our rooms we met up in the kitchen. Dad poured us both glasses of lemonade while I pulled myself up into a seat at the built-in bar where we usually ate breakfast, lunch and sometimes dinner, mesmerized by his muscular ass, quads and calves or, when he turned toward me, his perfect pecs, heavy arms, washboard abs, those wonderful ridges that ran from his waist to his crotch and his thick thighs. Not to mention his meaty, exposed cock. I still couldn't fully believe that I wasn't dreaming and that I really was naked with my Dad. "Here you go, Champ." he said, sliding the full glass in my direction. He leaned against the counter from the opposite side, sipping from his glass. "Thanks!" We sat in silence for bit, both just enjoying the cool beverage. "What're thinking about?" Dad suddenly asked me. "Still can't believe that we're sitting here nude." "Having second thoughts?" "Fuck no!" I yelled quickly, then blushed as I realized what I'd just said. "Oops, sorry Dad. Didn't mean to swear." "It's ok, Reese. " He took another swallow. "I've never censored your language and I'm not gonna start now." "What?" "Look, you're a well behaved kid. I don't know - maybe because your mother was always so strict about those things, but it paid off. I'm not blind - I see how you hold yourself around adults and you're a good kid. But you're also a fifteen year old guy. Hell, I'm exactly twice your age - not so far from it that I can't remember what I was like then, too." I just sorta snorted in response. "Thanks, Dad. I appreciate it." "Well, this is your home too and I want you to be just as comfortable in it as I am. Wanna get some sun? Work on losing these fucking tan lines?" he asked, smiling. I smiled back at him, drained my glass, reached over and put it in the sink, then hopped off the stool. We walked back out to the yard. At the lounge chairs Dad picked up a spray can of sun lotion. "Slather up." he instructed, handing it to me. I sprayed myself from head to toe, but avoided my crotch. I didn't want to seem lewd in front of my Dad. He stood there watching me work the lotion into my skin and when I finished with my feet and stood back up he said "You forgot your cock and balls. You definitely don't want them to burn." I blushed again. Dad picked up the can and aimed the spray directly at my dick, coating my entire unit with lotion. I made no move to rub it in. "What's the matter, afraid you'll get wood if you touch yourself?" he teased. "Maybe." "So what if you do?" he shrugged. "Totally natural. Happens to all guys. You should only worry if you don't get hard." I worked the lotion into myself, surprisingly remaining flaccid, then he told me to turn around and once I had he sprayed the back side of my entire body, neck to feet, then worked the lotion in. Once done, he sprayed his own front and while he rubbed it in handed me the can, turned around and I knew what to do, repeating the same application that he'd given me. Once we stretched out on our respective loungers Dad fell asleep almost immediately. I did too, although I didn't realize it until I was woke up to Dad's snoring. It startled me and it took me a second to remember why I was naked outside on a pool chair with my naked Dad on the one next to me. When I turned to look at him I was just as startled to see his cock full on hard to its seven-inch length, throbbing in time with his heartbeat. I sat staring at it, transfixed, thinking that's where I came from. Suddenly Dad woke up and looked at me staring at his crotch. "What's the matter?" he asked, jolting me back to attention. "What?" I asked. "Why are you staring at me like that?" "Your snoring woke me up." I explained. "Then I noticed....." I glanced back at his rod. Dad looked down and realized for the first time that he was sporting a full on erection. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his cock so that it stood straight up, then stretched his legs down on either side of the lounger. "Well, lookee there." he said, waiving his man-meat. He looked up at me. "Told you we'd be hard in front of each other if we're gonna hang nude around the house. Pretty impressive, huh?" he teased. "Dickhead." I laughed at him. He smiled in return. "When did you start trimming your pubes and shaving your balls?" Dad asked. Neither of us had mentioned anything to the other up till then, but clearly we both noticed that the other sported silky ball sacs and manscaped dick patches. We looked alike and had this trait in common, too." It was strange and hot at the same time. "All the guys at school do it. Almost as soon as my bush started getting thick I trimmed it. And I never liked hairy balls." "Wow - things have changed since I was in school. No one touched their bushes back then. It wasn't until I was about 20 that I started to clean myself up. Looks good on you, though." "You too."