Date: Wed, 4 Nov 2009 21:50:16 -0800 (PST) From: eames1668 Subject: Being a Family 6 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 By the time we showered, a slow affair full of tender kisses and careful cleaning of each other's bodies followed by a thorough drying, the sky was getting light as morning was breaking. Dad went back to the living room to clean up what was left of the messed up cake and champagne. I followed, plopping back down on the sofa to watch him. "You should try to get some sleep." he said to me. "Nah. I'm up. Eric's coming over later anyway and we're just gonna lay by the pool so I can nap then. I'm not tired anyway. Thanks, Dad." "For what?" "Everything. The party. Our party. The hot-ass fuck. For being my Dad." He just leaned over and kissed my mouth. The simple gesture said it all. "Why don't you join Eric and me today?" I asked, as Dad came back from the kitchen where he'd brought the last remnants of my naked birthday suit party. "I don't know, Reese. Not too comfortable being naked like that around Eric." "Why not? He'd love it. He's always telling me how hot you are. I know he'd like to bond with you like that." Eric had never had a father and I know he was envious of my Dad. Dad had always treated Eric as another son growing up, and there had been times when Nancy had asked Dad to step in as a substitute father when she needed a man to deal with a growing boy. Because of their long friendship, Dad always had but our home life, his and mine, had always been just that - his and mine. Our nudity at home. Our sex play. It was always just between us. I had told Eric that Dad and I stayed naked at home a lot and I knew that Eric wished he could join in but he never pressed the matter. He was always hoping to catch my Dad naked but it never happened. "He'd love to hang out naked with you." I told Dad. "Really?" "Seriously. He's always hoping to see you bare-assed. He's always asking why you won't join us by the pool." "Well, you're both adults now. Maybe I will. Let's get some breakfast going now, though." Getting up and heading toward the kitchen we did just that. As the morning passed, I stayed naked but Dad slipped on a pair of thin workout shorts in case Eric showed up unexpectedly. Eric never knocked. He just walked in when he arrived, and he did again that morning. "Hey Reese. Happy Birthday! Hey Mr. A." Eric called out as he came in the kitchen door attached to the garage. He had on a pair of cargo shorts, flip flops, sunglasses and a tank top hanging from his back belt loop. His chiseled, hard chest and washboard abs were golden tan, as I knew the rest of him was. "Morning, Eric." Dad answered. Eric helped himself to some coffee and sat with us at the table, taking my nudity in stride and munching on some cold bacon from a plate on the table. "What's going on?" I asked Eric, sensing that something wasn't quite right. "Shit is what's going on." he answered. "When I got home last night after your party my mom dropped a bomb on me." "What happened?" my Dad asked. "My Granddad had a stroke and my Gram wants Mom to move in with them since she's a nurse. Mom's decided that we've got to move up to Maine to be with them." Eric's announcement shocked both Dad and me. "I'm fucked. I have to leave school half way through my senior year. I have to leave Florida for Maine of all places." I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. "Wow, Eric. I'm sorry to hear it." comforted Dad. "How's your mom taking all this?" "I know she's upset about her father and how moving affects me but what is she going to do about it? What can I do about it? It is what it is. I get that we've got to go, but it blows. Sorry to be downer, but I was up all night talking it over with her." "Dude, don't apologize. I'm really sorry." I finally found my voice. "Here I was thinking we were gonna spend the day goofing around, celebrating your birthday and instead I've got this to deal with." "Is your mom home?" asked Dad. Eric nodded in response. "Why don't you guys head out to the pool and relax. Reese was up all night too. You both can use some rest." "How come you never join us, Mr. A.?" Eric asked, with a tiny bit of pleading in his voice. This direct question to my Dad surprised me. Maybe with all that he was going through either Eric wasn't really aware of what he was asking or he'd grown another set of balls overnight. Dad thought about it for a couple of seconds. "Maybe I will later, Eric. Got some things I need to do first." Eric brightened a bit at my Dad's reaction. He wasn't expecting a positive. I got why Dad said what he did and wanted to kiss him for the kindness that he was showing my best friend. Eric and I got up from the table. "Loose the shorts." I told him. Eric looked at Dad. While Eric had been naked by the pool many, many times he'd never strolled around naked while Dad was home. When it was just him and me or even just the guys we'd be naked all the time, although up till then Dad didn't know that. "It's ok, Eric." Dad said, softly. Eric unsnapped the button at his waist and the shorts fell to the floor. He was commando underneath, and his four inch flaccid cock with it's trimmed pubes and shaved balls was suddenly on display. Now the only one left with something on was Dad. Eric bent over, picked up the shorts, folded them and put them on a chair in the kitchen, turning as he did and giving both Dad and I a full view of his beautiful sculpted, tanned ass. Because Eric was such a jock, his thighs and calves were thick and muscled, his waist trim and he had pronounced ridges that ran on either side of solid, flat abdomen and disappeared into his crotch. If Eric hadn't been straight he'd be my man I thought to myself. But at least I have him as a best friend with benefits. "Gonna tan nude with us, Mr. A?" asked Eric. Again I could hear that edge of hope in his voice. "We'll see." answered Dad. "Are you ever nude at home, Eric?" This surprised me, as Dad had never asked this before. "Not enough. Only when my mom isn't home. Then I am the second she leaves for work until she gets back. Wish I could be more, though. Reese tells me that you guys are a lot. Love my mom, but I wished I lived in a house of guys where being naked wasn't a big deal." I was totally surprised by this level of sudden openness between my Dad and Eric. "Well, you'll be eighteen too next week. Reese and I are very casual about clothes at home. Feel free yourself when you're here." "Thanks, Mr. A. Appreciate it!" beamed Eric. "Oh, and my name is Tom. You can drop the Mr. A. You're not a kid anymore." I thought Eric was going to cry he was so taken by the attention that my Dad was giving him. It was just what Eric needed given the conversation that had happened the night before. "Wow. Thanks, Mr. A...er, Tom. That's totally cool." "Get out to the pool, you two." Dad instructed. As we headed out the door, Eric said to me "You've got the coolest Dad." He was right, and I looked at Dad when Eric spoke. Dad looked back at me and winked. A couple of hours later Dad did join us by the pool, but when he came out he had on regular khaki shorts, a t-shirt and sneakers. "Going out?" I asked when I saw him. Eric and I had been dozing on lounge chairs and we both turned to look at Dad. The only thing Eric and I had on was sunscreen and sunglasses. We both sat up and swung our legs around so that we were facing each other. Dad sat down on Eric's lounger next to him. "Coming back." explained Dad. "I went to see your Mother, Eric, to see if there was anything I can do to help." "Wow. Thanks, Tom. I'm sure she appreciated that." "Your mom's an old friend of mine and that's what friends do. Turns out there is something I can do to help." "What's that, Dad?" "Eric, do you want to go to Maine?" "Hell no, but what choice do I have?" "You have options." answered Dad. "If you want, you can stay here and live with Reese and me while you finish school." "WHAT?" both Eric and I yelled together. "Just talked it over with your mom. She's got a lot going on right now and disrupting your life as well isn't something she's that interested in doing. If you'd like to, you're more than welcome here for as long as you'd like." "Oh my god, Tom! I can't believe it!" Suddenly Eric started to cry. He took off his sunglasses and swiped at his eyes. "Geez, I'm sorry." He blubbered, surprising himself by his reaction. Dad reached over and took Eric into him in a big hug. Eric continued to sob and I realized for the first time how much he'd been holding in. "Get it out, Eric." Dad soothed. "It's ok. It's just us. Let it out." I sat there watching my Dad be a Dad to my best friend. I was surprised when I realized that I, too, had tears on my own face and removed my own glasses to wipe my damp cheeks. As Dad continued to comfort Eric I went into the house for tissues and when I returned Eric has calmed down, regaining his composure but his gratitude was clearly obvious. He started to laugh suddenly. "I'm such a pussy." He stated, taking the tissues to clean himself up. But he had a huge grin on his face. "No you're not." Dad stated, directly at Eric. "You're a good kid." Dad wrapped his arms around Eric's head, gave him a good strong noogie, then kissed his head. "This birthday is turning out to be the best one ever." I declared. "For both of us." added Eric. Dad got up and headed back into the house, leaving me and Eric on the chairs. "Man, I can't believe it!" Eric gushed. "This is so great!" "Think we'll get sick of each other, living together?" "Highly doubt it. At least I won't." "We gotta figure this out. You can either bunk with me or we can clean out the storage room and you'll have your own room." "We'll figure it out. We've got time." Eric answered. "Casey's gonna be slap-happy." I said to Eric, assuming he'd already told his girlfriend what was going on. Eric and Casey had been dating for about a year. They didn't have sex cause she had taken a purity vow that her parents had asked her to. Of course, she had no idea that Eric had a sexual outlet in the games that he and I played. It occurred to me that Eric hadn't responded to my comment about Casey. "You did tell her what's going on?" I asked him. Eric hesitated a bit then totally surprised me. "Reese, there's something I need to talk with you about." "Sure." "I told you I wanted to celebrate your birthday alone with you. There's a reason for that." Eric took a big breath, released it then continued. "I don't know how you're gonna react to what I'm about to tell you so let me start it with saying that I hope you know that you're my best friend." I had no idea where this conversation was going. A million thoughts raced through my mind and none at all at the same time. "I know I am, Eric. And you know that you're my best friend. You can tell me anything and it will never change that." Eric looked at me and I thought I saw a flash of panic in his eyes but he continued. "I broke up with Casey on Wednesday night." "What? Why?" I was genuinely surprised. Casey had been at my party on Friday night and never said a word. Eric and she had hung out and while it was obvious that something was amiss between them I'd brushed it off as a lover's quarrel. "She's a great girl, if a little too into the whole purity bullshit. But I don't love her, Reese. I mean I love her. But I'm not in love with her. And, it turns out she's not in love with me. She was with me mainly cuz I didn't push back on the purity crap." "Wow. This is a surprise." And it was. Eric suddenly became tense again. He took another deep breath, released it then stared at his hands for a bit. I knew something big was coming. "There's more." "Go on." Again he swallowed air and released it. Whatever he was going to lay on me was major and he was struggling with it. "I couldn't continue with Casey because I realized that I'm in love with someone else." Eric looked at me to assess my reaction. I didn't really have one at that point because he hadn't told me who we was in love with, but my mind was going through every girl at school to figure out who it could be. He's the biggest jock in school, I thought to myself. He can have any one of them. "OK, so tell me already. Who is it? The suspense is killing me here." Eric continued to look me straight in the eye. "It's you, Reese. I'm in love with you." Eric blushed a shade of red I didn't think was humanly possible. That's what I concentrated on at first. Then I processed his words. "What?" I asked quietly. "All the stuff we've been doing - the fooling around, the kissing. At first I thought it was just me messing with my best bud. I get that a lot of guys experiment if they're lucky enough to have someone they can trust. But then something sorta clicked and I realized that I was looking forward to being with you like that more and more. That I cared about you in ways I'd never thought of Casey." "How long have you been feeling this way?" I asked. "Quite a while. Thought maybe it would pass but it just gets stronger and stronger." Eric started to get nervous. "I'm totally in love with you, Reese. If it ruins our friendship, it'll kill me but if I didn't tell you the truth, I'll go crazy." Stunned was an understatement to describe how floored I was by what Eric had told me. My best friend, handsome as an Abercrombie model, captain of the football and swim teams, biggest jock at school, admired by absolutely everyone who knew him and, until this moment as straight as an arrow I thought, was confessing his love for me. I didn't know what to say and so just sat there processing it all. Eric got up and walked into the house, then returned with his shorts in his hands. My first thought was shit he's leaving. I'd figured I'd made him so uncomfortable with my silence that he needed out. But instead he sat back down in the lounge chair. Instead of reclining, he sat facing me, our knees almost touching. He reached in the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a square velvet box. Looking directly at me he opened the box and inside was a thin silver band. "I want to be with you Reese. I want to be your boyfriend. I want us to be together." My head suddenly exploded and everything came into the highest focus. I wasn't dreaming. Eric really was telling me that he loved me and asking me to be his boyfriend. Words failed me, so instead I leaned forward, grabbed the back of Eric's head and brought his lips to mine in what seemed like it was going to be a violent kiss. Instead, I stopped short just as our mouths were about to meet and as I spoke my lips grazed his. "I've been in love with you for as long as I've known you." And then I pressed my mouth to his, gently as first, then more insistently as Eric began to realize what was happening. I was accepting his declaration of love and returning it just as strongly. I broke the kiss, took the box from him, removed the ring and slipped it on my left fourth finger. It fit perfectly. I looked Eric deep in the eyes and then we mashed together again, this time elevating our kiss to a level of passion I'd never experienced before. While Dad and I had certainly had our share of passionate kisses over the years, they were sex related. This was a kiss of pure love. Eric broke the kiss and started to laugh. "Thank god. I figured I'd totally fucked things up between us." "Idiot." I kissed him again, hard. As we broke yet another extended kiss we both jumped a bit to see Dad standing by the lounge chairs. "What's going on?" he asked evenly. Eric and I looked at each then I turned to Dad. "Eric just asked me to be his boyfriend." I stated, matter of factly while flashing what I would learn later was a platinum band, not silver, at my Dad. Dad looked at my hand, then me, then Eric, then my hand again. "Well, son of a bitch." Dad whistled. "Don't that just beat all. Guessing you said yes?" I just nodded in answer. "Well, congratulations!" Dad exclaimed, then reach out his hand to Eric. It took a second for Eric to understand that Dad wanted to shake Eric's hand, and when he finally extended his in return Dad grasped it and pulled Eric up into a hug. I stood and when Dad released Eric he turned to me and hugged me tightly too. Eric was a bit stunned by Dad's immediate acceptance of the whole situation. Finally he said, "This doesn't freak you out, Tom?" Dad looked at Eric. "Hell, no. Ever since Reese came out I always hoped he'd find someone good to love. That you two finally figured it out - well, I couldn't be happier. I suspect you're Mother's going to be thrilled too." "My mother?" asked Eric, incredously. "We were just talking about why the two of you hadn't gotten together yet this morning." "What?" I asked, equally surprised. "Mother's always know when their kid is gay. She's been waiting for you to figure it out. Hell, she's been wondering if she should tell you instead." Dad laughed at Eric. "Son of a bitch! Finally!" Dad was beaming. "Geez, Dad. Calm down. We're just boyfriends. It's not like were getting married." I joked, truly surprised at how the morning had turned out. "All in good time." Dad answered. "No rush, no pressure." He turned and walked toward the house. "This is amazing." Eric stated, looking back at me. "I was beating myself up on how I was possibly going to tell you how I feel and hoping it wouldn't end our friendship. I never guessed this is a million years." He kissed me again and I kissed him back. "I can tell you're surprised." "Really?" asked Eric. "How?" "The whole time we were talking to Dad it never even registered with you that he was naked." Eric snapped to attention suddenly. "Oh my god!" he laughed. "You're absolutely right." He kissed me again. Just then Dad re-appeared from the house, still buck ass naked like we were, but now he was carrying the silver bucket from my birthday suit party the night before, filled with ice and a fresh bottle of champagne. Three glasses rested between the fingers of his right hand. "More champagne?" I asked, surprised. "More to celebrate!" Dad responded, lowering the bucket to the table then putting down the glasses. He immediately unwrapped the foil, twisted the metal cage open and popped the cork. Filling each glass, he gave one to Eric, one to me and kept one. "To birthdays and love!" he toasted. We clinked glasses and drank. "And being naked!" I added. Again we clinked and drank. Eric was drinking in both the wine and the sight of my hot ass Dad's fully naked body. "Welcome to the house, Eric. You're part of the family now. Hope you don't mind seeing Reese and I bare-assed a lot. Cuz you will." "Never a problem in my book, Tom." Eric declared, raising his glass one more time, as Dad and I joined him. Eric's mom reacted to the news of Eric's coming out and our relationship just as Dad predicted she would. Knowing that we were finally together and that Eric would be living with us eased some of the concern she was dealing with due to her father's stroke and her need to relocate to Maine. It wasn't easy for her to leave Eric. They had always been extremely close, but they made plans for Eric to fly up once every two months for a few days to see her and his grandparents and they talked by phone at least once a day. Within three weeks Eric had moved in with Dad and me and his mom headed north. Since we were now a couple Eric and I decided to share my room. We still converted what had been a storage room back into an extra bedroom so that either of us could have some privacy if we wanted it. Except for those times that either one of us wasn't feeling well and preferred, or needed, to be in bed alone, we never spent a night apart. Eric took to our at home nudity very easily. It was pretty much a dream come true for him - living naked with two other guys. Hot ones at that. We even came out about our relationship at school and to everybody's credit no one had a problem with it. Even Casey as it took the focus off here stupid ass purity crap. We were readily accepted as a couple by everyone, including our various team mates. As Eric and my sex life began to expand - we finally started exploring everything, including fucking each other - Dad's and my activity diminished. Although we lived naked at home and all three of us sported full wood in front of the others at times, Dad and I never played when Eric was around. When Eric was visiting his mom it was another story, though. As soon as I'd get home from seeing Eric off at the airport I'd strip off what clothes I had on as fast as possible and Dad and I went at it like recently released prisoners. We'd spent hours sucking the other's cock, eating the other's ass and, eventually, flip fucking. After my birthday suit party and just before Eric moved in permanently Dad gave up his ass to me and let me drill him long and hard one Saturday afternoon. He took my seven inches easily and enjoyed getting reamed and rammed as much as his son did. For my part, learning to top was just as much fun for me a being a piggy bottom. I truly loved giving and getting cock, both my boyfriend's and my Dad's. On those occasions when Eric was gone Dad and I had sex whenever we felt like it. It was just accepted that if you wanted to suck cock or fuck ass you just did and the other gave it up easily. If you wanted your cock sucked or your ass fucked you asked for it directly and the other obliged. There was never any judgement on how often the other wanted sex. If I felt like having Dad fuck me every hour he'd try his damnest to comply, as I would him. Knowing my Dad's ass or cock was always available to me sort of quieted my itch for it surprisingly and aside from a couple of all day sex marathons at the beginning when Eric first left to see his mom Dad and I fell into an easy rythem of getting each other off during Eric's absence. We also easily fell back into the old pattern of masturbating openly when and where we wanted. And then Eric would return and we'd easily slip back into my having sex only with Eric. Dad was adamant that we never tell Eric about our sex. He didn't think Eric would understand and he didn't want to risk damaging my relationship with Eric or his own. Dad was, however, very open about recognizing that Eric and I had sex and a lot of it. Our house wasn't huge and noises carried so if Eric and I were in the throws of a particularly hot fuck session Dad knew it due to the loud moans, groans, playful slapping of asses or instructions to fuck an ass harder or suck that cock. The house had only one bathroom and he'd comment on what he'd heard as we showered afterward or maybe at the table while eating. Although Eric and I fucked with the bedroom door closed, we never closed the bathroom door and sometimes Dad would see either Eric or me emerge from our room covered in a mix of our cum, asses shiny with lube as we went in to shower off. Dad took great pleasure in knowing that me and Eric had an active sex life. One Sunday when Eric was gone Dad and I had spent the afternoon flip fucking. We both had rubber cock rings on and both our holes where relaxed and open, ready to take the other's cock up to the hilt until we were just about to shoot, then whoever was topping would withdraw, flip over and spread his legs, offering up his hole for fucking. Whoever had been the bottom switched places and teased his cock in the waiting hole. Finally, after about three hours of the back and forth fucking we both blew huge loads on each other, enjoying the thick warm jizz that the other dumped. We showered together then got back in bed to cuddle and kiss, enjoying our special Dad/Son time. "Dad, before we started whacking, then fucking, what did you do for sex?" "What do you mean?" "Well, you never seemed to have dated after Mom left and as things developed between us you never seemed to shy away from true guy on guy sex." "I get plenty of ass, Reese. Always have." "But how come I don't know about it. Never did." "Because, my horny fuck stud of a son, who I'm fucking and when is none of your business." Dad smirked, twisting my right nipple and kissing my mouth. "Do you do women?" "Sometimes." "Do you do other guys besides me?" "Yes. Does that bother you?" "No. Really it doesn't. I'm just happy to know that you're getting laid." "Reese, we're a lot alike. We're both horny fuckers who like sex. While you stick to cock exclusively, I don't mind walking on both sides of the street. I never told you this before, but that was a big part of the trouble between your mother and me. She resented that I liked the occasional cock when we were married and it ate away at her." "Do you ever think about her? Do you ever miss her?" Dad thought for a minute, then said quietly "No. Never. Do you?" "No. Not at all. Our life has been so fantastic since she left it never occurred to me to even think about wanting to see or talk to her." Dad ruffled my hair just like he'd done that afternoon years ago when he told me she'd left but this time instead of kissing my head he kissed my lips, softly. "Do you think you and Eric would ever play with other people?" "We've talked a bit about it. I'm open to it. Eric's not so sure. I think we need to get a little more secure in our relationship before we open it up. He's also told me that if we do he'd be very selective on who it would be." "Any prospects? Anybody you'd consider?" Without thinking about it, both Dad and I moved a hand to the other's crotch, leisurely playing with what little cock beard the other had, stroking the other's flaccid cock, lightly fingering the other's smooth ball sac as we continued our post-fuck, relaxed pillow talk. I hesitated for a minute because I wasn't really sure how Dad would react to what I was going to say, knowing how sensitive he was about the subject. "I think Eric wants to do you but he's afraid to say anything to me directly and he thinks you'd never do anything with him. I also think he's thought about us all together but figures that's just pure fantasy." "How do you know any of this?" "Sometimes when we're fucking we play a little game where we create a fantasy scenario to get the other one hot. I've brought up the scene of him finding you beating off somewhere in the house, and one thing leads to another and you start messing around together. Eventually, when your cock is impaled deep in his ass I unexpectedly walk in and instead of freaking out, I join in. At first it's me and you doing Eric and keeping our distance. But eventually we start getting comfortable and you and I start messing around. It's a particular favorite of Eric's. He gets really hot and if I ever mention the idea of you and me sucking each other's cock or fucking the other's ass he blows the biggest load." "That's a hot story, Reese." Both Dad and I had boned up as I shared that info with him and we had both started slowly jacking the others stiff meat. We started making out, teasing the other's mouth with our tongues. But it was all slow and comfortable. We were playing, not necessarily focused on getting off. "Would you fuck around with us, Dad?" "Champ, you know I love sex and I would have no issue with messing around with you two but I would never force anything on Eric and you shouldn't either. If anything, it would need to be his idea." We went back to kissing some more and continued to stroke cock. I opened my legs and Dad started teasing my asshole a bit. "Do you think it's bad that I love cock so much?" I asked my father. He laughed in return. "Champ, you're preaching to the choir here." He responded. "I'm proud that you're so comfortable with sex." "Think you can fuck me again, old man? I'd like my dad to throw me a nice, slow fuck." Dad smiled. "Shit, you're piggy Reese" "Chip off the old cock." I smirked. Dad rolled over so he was above me. "Throw your legs over my shoulders, spread your ass and open your hole. Your daddy's dick wants to show you just what we think of your love of cock." Dad ran his thick, meaty cockhead up and down my crack then started to penetrate my rosebud. Because we'd been fucking for hours already my hole was relaxed and accepted his engorged shaft easily, all the way to his balls. "Fuck, it feels good to have you in me Dad. Fuck me, but do it slow. I want to enjoy my Dad taking my ass." "And I want to enjoy my son giving me his hot ass." Dad moaned as he slipped his thick dick from my backside, then slowly sunk himself all the way back in. Forty minutes later we were back in the shower, washing off yet another load of combined family jizz.