Date: Sat, 14 Nov 2009 23:03:22 -0800 (PST) From: eames1668 Subject: Being a family 8 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 Life settled into a routine and Eric and I finished up our last year of high school. At graduation Eric's Mom and her then fiancˇe Ron came down from Maine and stayed with us while we celebrated our graduation. We were the model family of guys. They occupied the guest room - if they only knew what took place in there. But during their stay we couldn't have been more conventional. We wore clothes all the time at home, swam in the pool in bathing suits, and closed doors behind us. Just before they left for home, Nancy and Ron announced that they were getting married. We all couldn't have been happier for them. Nancy's life had definitely taken a turn for the better due to the move, even though the circumstances initially were tough. But even her Dad had improved. The stroke had left him with certain challenges but during the time that she'd been back with her parents Nancy had worked with her Dad so that he could re-claim his life. Ron was just icing on the cake for her. Eric and I had both been accepted to the University of Miami on scholarships but the summer after high school we decided that we needed to make some extra money before starting college. Dad thought we should just relax and enjoy ourselves like most of our friends were doing that summer, but neither Eric nor I really wanted to do that. Problem was finding summer jobs. It wasn't so easy. Then it occurred to me that Dad owned his own business. "So here's the deal." I told him one morning over breakfast. We were relaxing at the table, both naked as usual. Dad was about to get dressed for work and Eric had just come back from his usual early morning run, stripping down in the laundry. "Why don't you hire Eric and me as summer help. We make extra money and you get extra help." Dad just looked at me like I was speaking a foreign language. "Not a good idea." He responded. "No one will take you two seriously. They'll think it was my idea and expect the two of you to just fuck off all the time." This surprised me. I hadn't thought about it like that. After a bit I explained that both Eric and I wanted some real work experience and that we'd deal with whatever attitude we got from Dad's employees. They'd see that we meant business when they saw how hard we'd work. "And what exactly would the two of you do for me?" asked Dad. Eric joined us in the kitchen at that point after a very quick shower and equally naked. He clearly was interested in hearing what Dad had to say. When he came in he and I looked at each other, as he'd just heard Dad's question to me. "You tell us." I said to Dad. Dad laughed in return. "Reese, do you even know what I do for a living?" In truth, I didn't. I knew that Dad owned his business and I thought it had something to do with distribution but that was all I knew. "Your whole life you've never once asked me anything about my job and now all of a sudden you want me to hire the both of you. I think you'd be better off looking for an opportunity somewhere else." He left the room to get ready for work and that was the end of the conversation. "Well, that went well." joked Eric, digging into a grapefruit he'd cut open while I'd been talking to Dad. Over the next few days we kept at Dad, not giving up on the idea of working for him. We'd both casually work into regular conversation questions about his business. Dad is no dummy and we knew exactly what was going on. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and sat us down after dinner one night to explain that he owned a small distribution company that processed orders for companies he contracted with and shipped their merchandise. It was a small operation - six people total - and they had exclusive contracts with a couple of companies. It was a very tight group and he wasn't too comfortable about us infiltrating the operation, even for the summer. We kept at him, though, and finally he agreed to talk to his group to see how they felt about us joining them. Even he was surprised when they agreed but he still had reservations. Both Eric and I could tell that he wasn't sharing everything with us and we still kept at him. Finally, about a week later when he accepted that we weren't giving up he sat us down again. "Are you two really serious about this?" he asked. "Tom, you've got to be kidding.," answered Eric. We'd been at him night and day. "Well, there's some things you need to know before we agree to anything." Eric and I just looked at each other. Dad sighed loudly then explained. "The merchandise that we distribute is adult in nature." "It is?" I asked, genuinely surprised. "Like what?" asked Eric. "Videos, toys, some apparel." "Porn?" asked Eric. Dad sighed again. "Some people would call it that. Oh fuck it. Yes. It's all adult material. When I started the company we were distributing mainstream stuff - a lot of novelty items and crap like that. Several years ago I was approached by a porn studio about distribution but I said no. Didn't want to get involved with it. Then things got tough - the novelty business is a lot of work with little return - and I finally agreed on a limited basis. It turned out to be very lucrative and eventually we moved to handling adult stuff exclusively. The guys who work for me have no problem with it. We move straight, gay and bi stuff - all pretty vanilla. I will not get involved in any kink or fetish shit." "So this is why you've been so against our working for you?" I asked. "Partly." Eric and I looked at each other. "Well, I can't speak for Eric, but I have no problem with it." "Neither do I. I suspect after a while it's just merchandise that you're moving." "You said "partly". What's the rest of it?" I asked. Dad sighed again. This time he squirmed a bit before saying quietly, "It's a clothing optional business." Eric and I really looked at each other. "What?" we both said in unison. The utter surprise on both our faces was nothing short of comical, I was sure. At least Eric's was and I fully expected that mine was too. "As in clothing is not an option. Everyone works in the nude." "You're shitting us!" laughed Eric at Dad. "No, I'm not." Dad answered, in the same quiet tone. "A couple of years back two of the warehouse guys asked if they could sunbathe nude during lunch break because the warehouse is completely private. Since it's all guys and the others didn't care, I agreed. At first it was a big joke, then the other guys started joining in. Eventually, they never bothered getting dressed after lunch and would work bare-assed through the afternoon. Then they started getting naked as soon as they got to work and staying naked through the day. Eventually, I gave in." he shrugged his shoulders. "You too?" I asked, totally dumb-founded by the whole thing. "Yes." Dad answered, a bit embarrassed. "That explains why you never have underwear on when you go to work." I said, it finally making sense. As did the easy transition to home nudity after that first afternoon in the pool with Dad. "What's the point? We all strip down the second we get in." "What about vendors or visitors?" asked Eric. Dad shot him a quick look of surprise at Eric's question. "We don't get many. We only allow a very few special drop-ins. Everyone else requires pre-set appointments so we know in advance and everyone's dressed. But we do have a few who know about the "dress code" and don't care at all. Like the UPS guys that come by every afternoon. They're totally cool with it. They've seen it all." "I bet they have!" laughed Eric. "Shit! This is wild!" "The guys all agreed to have you two work for the summer assuming I told you everything. They're not changing anything if you two come to work there. Otherwise, you'll need to look for something somewhere else." Dad stated flatly to us both. The ensuing seven seconds of silence ended. "I'm in." I stated, looking first at Dad, then at Eric. "Doesn't bother me in the least." Eric looked at me then agreed. "Me too, Tom." Dad did not seem happy with us, though. "Now what?" I asked, picking up on his discomfort. A third time Dad sighed heavily before speaking. All of a sudden I saw my Dad in a different light. He was 33 years old and as much as I thought I knew him because of our home life, I realized that I only knew a piece. I was close to him, but I realized that there was clearly a lot I didn't know. Up till this moment, he was just my Dad, a single father - of me. Now I saw him as a young man in ways too. A stud, for sure. Successful. And hot. All I was learning about him just made him more interesting to me. "Shit - you might as well know it all." He said, finally, raising his hands to either side of his head and shaking a bit side to side. "It's also a very sex positive place." "Huh?" asked Eric, stunned. It wasn't registering with me. I couldn't believe what Dad was saying. Dad's tone of voice sounded more like he was convincing himself that it was ok than he was in describing anything to Eric or me. "The guys are naked all day. We deal with sex-related merchandise. Guys get horny. And when they do, they do something about it. " He looked up at both of us. "If it's gonna happen, I'd rather they do it openly so we know how to keep things clean. They all get that it's a business first and they all respect that - when things happen, they happen where they should." "Like what?" I asked. Both Dad and Eric looked at me with complete "you've got to be joking" expressions on their faces. It took me a minute to realize how dumb my question had really been. "I mean how far do things go and where does it happen?" "Anything and everything. And always in the back." Dad's statement caught both Eric and I but before either of us actually blurted out the "what the fuck does that mean?" that was brewing in us both, Dad continued. "Over the years we've built up a private area to the rear of the warehouse." All three of us laughed a bit when he said what he did. He saw the irony in his statement. Eric and I laughed with a touch of panic-y relieve that it wasn't what we'd thought. "What really does that mean?" Eric then asked cautiously. I knew he meant the private area Dad mentioned, but Dad took it in a different direction. "It means that you two need to really consider this whole thing very carefully." explained Dad to us both. "I'll be honest with you. I'm not fan of this. What we do at home is between us. What I do at work has always been mine, alone. Don't take it the wrong way but this is all a bit...." "I get it Dad." I said, making sure that there was no emotion in my voice that would make him thing anything else. "We'll do our part, but it's a two way street. You've gotta consider carefully too. Maybe more cuz you know what goes on. You still have ultimate veto over this whole thing. If that's what you opt for, it's all good. We'll understand." "Totally, Tom." stated Eric. No one said anything more about the summer jobs that evening. Later, in bed, Eric and I were engaged in a nice, slow sixty-nine, fingers idly teasing each other's holes. As usual, the bedroom door was wide open and the bedside lamp was on low, casting just enough light to make our skin sort of glow. Dad stopped at the door as he was walking by, leaned against the doorframe and watched a bit as Eric and I continued sucking each other off. I let Eric's stiff meat slide from my throat and as I did I opened my eyes to see Dad standing there, his cock stiff at attention. I winked at him but kept up my oral dick play on Eric's slick, shaved cock. Eric's back was toward Dad, so Dad also had an unobstructed view of my finger banging Eric's willing hole and Eric's bearing down his hips to grind his ass on my digital assault. When he did that, his hamstrings and glutes flexed and since he was such a jock, I knew my Dad was getting quite a show. After a bit, Dad walked toward us then around the bed so that Eric now knew he was there. Eric smiled at Dad. We broke apart as Dad crawled across the bed. Eric flipped a bit, then took my dick back down his throat. I went for my Dad's stiff pole, and Dad deep throated Eric. We leisurely sucked, stroked, slurped and licked until we'd all shot loads. Dad kissed us both on the mouth, got up, turned off the bedside lamp and left. Eric and I spooned together and fell off to sleep. The next morning Eric and I sat in our car, coffee in hand. We'd gone for an early run. "You really had no idea?" asked Eric. "Seriously. None at all. He gave me so much attention growing up that it never occurred to me to ask what he did. Whenever we were together it was always about me." We sipped our respective coffees. "Well, what do you think?", Eric asked me after a bit, turning in my direction.