Date: Wed, 20 Nov 2013 11:47:55 +0000 From: Marcus DaCosta Subject: Dragonden Activity Centre: Chapter 1 (incest) This story is about the relationship between a man and his three sons. If this is not your thing, or is illegal to read where u are, you know where to go. Otherwise enjoy. I will appreciate comments, ideas, feedback and participation as the story progresses, please email me. Details at the bottom. All usual nifty pre-ambles and legal bits apply. ------------------------------------------------- CHARACTERS: GERAINT: 37 years old RHYS: 15 years old OWEN: 13 years old HUGH: 11 years old CHAPTER 1: It had been almost a six months since Geraint had seen or even heard from his wife. She had said she was 'going away for a few days', packed an overnight bag and left the farm-house, apparently never looking back. She had been suffering with depression on and off, and it had been exacerbated by the fact that the youngest of their three boys had reached the age of 11 and joined his two brothers in boarding school in London, leaving her feeling like a spare part. Geraint encouraged her to get more involved in the family business, which was an activity centre on their land, a former farm, in the Lleyn Peninsular near Aberdaron. DRAGONDEN ACTIVITY CENTRE provided activities ranging from quad biking, go-karting, paint-ball to an indoor activity centre with ten-pin-bowling, air-hockey, pool, and a whole host of video games to the many tourists that visited this beautiful part of Wales. However, although the business was a huge success, she had never been happy with their decision to close the farm which they had inherited ten years ago, and kept herself isolated in the farmhouse for much of the time. Her departure was therefore not much of a surprise to Geraint, although he missed her deeply, and wondered daily where she was, and whether she was dead or alive. She had of course been reported missing, but as she had not used her bank-card, mobile phone or email since leaving all attempts to find her had come to nothing. The boys were all tough kids, emotionally strong, and had handled her disappearance with bravado. This was made easier for them by the fact that they had been away at boarding school. Today was the last day of the summer term, and Geraint was driving in his Audi A4 down to London to go and pick up his boys and bring them home to Wales for the eight week summer break. The boys were looking forward to helping out running the various activities, and had greatly missed their dad. Geraint was 37 years of age, he a rugged, hard-working man, with 3 day old stubble on his tanned and weathered face, he had a 42 inch smooth chest and 34 inch waist and was a strapping 6 foot 1 inch tall. He had hazel eyes, short light brown hair, and was a very good looking man. Geraint had an amazing relationship with his boys, he was like an older brother, a dad, and a hero all rolled into one, he had raised them to be intelligent, free-thinking, independent young men, and all three were excelling in school both academically, socially and in the extra-curricular and sporting activities that they engaged in. Eventually Geraint reached the school, pulled into the car-park and parked his car. His boys were all outside waving off other friends. They ran to him and embraced him. He kissed each of them on their foreheads, which, surprisingly they were not embarrassed by. They loaded their bags into the boot of the car and piled in, Hugh, the youngest had 'called shotgun' for the front seat. As Geraint had driven for over five hours, he did not want to drive straight back to North Wales, so they decided to find somewhere to eat together as soon as possible. They found an all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet, and ate all they could, before resuming the long journey to Aberdaron. After an hour or so, Hugh was asleep in the front and Rhys was also asleep in the back. Owen was awake, and was quietly listening to some music on his ipod. All three boys were of athletic build, taking after their father, and all three shared his hazel eyes and light brown hair. There was an amazing family resemblance between them all, the main difference being height. Rhys was 5 foot 7, had a deep voice, and a small birthmark on his cheek. Owen, at 5 foot 5 had freckles on his cheeks, and his voice was in the process of breaking. Hugh was 5 foot 3, and had longer hair than the other boys, his voice was not starting to break, but he was in the early throws of puberty, with hairs appearing at the base of his dick and under his arms. Geraint repositioned the rear-view mirror to be able to look at his boys. He noted that Owen, the only one remaining awake kept looking at his sleeping older brother, both at his face, which was resting against the window, and at his lap. 'Why is he looking at his lap?' Geraint thought to himself. He positioned the mirror down even further so that he could see his sons lap. It was apparent that the boy had a boner as there was an impressive tent in his school trousers. Suddenly a hand appeared hovering around Rhys's lap. Owen quietly and subtly took hold of the zip between his index finger and thumb, and pull his flies open. Geraint was amazed. 'Why is he doing that?' He thought, and continued to cast gazes at the rear-view mirror to see what Owen would do. Owen slid his hand slowly and gradually into Rhys's open flies; he kept checking his face to make sure he was not stirring. Owen delicately navigated his index finger inside the fly of the loose boxers Rhys was wearing. His own dick was rock hard as his finger made contact with his brother's dick for the first time. Owen circled Rhys's dick with his finger and as he did so it peeped through the fly of his boxers. Owen wrapped all four of his fingers around the hard shaft. It was hard and warm. Momentarily Owen closed his eyes, as his own dick throbbed in his boxers. Geraint was shocked at his son's behaviour, but not as shocked as he was about the fact that his own dick was harder than it had been since his wife left. 'What is going on', he thought to himself as he contemplated his erection and his middle son's attempt to wank off his older brother in his sleep. Geraint decided that he would need to talk to Owen about his actions, but he decided to wait until they were alone, so as not to cause any embarrassment. Owen began to get nervous about playing with Rhys' dick for too long, for fear of being sprung, so he removed his hand and made an attempt to do his flies back up. At the half way point, Rhys moved his hand slightly and that made Owen hurriedly remove his hand and return it to his own side of the car. Rhys opened his eyes, looked over at his younger brother and winked. -------------------------------------------------------- If you have enjoyed this short first chapter of the story, and think I should continue it, please email me at marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk quoting `dragonden' and if there is enough response, chapter two will follow shortly. Please donate to keep nifty alive! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------------