Date: Fri, 9 Jun 2023 04:08:52 -0400 From: Ted Davidson Subject: Family Cabin If you like this story please consider checking out my Patreon at patreon.com/TedDavidsonWriter. I make bi-weekly content that will always contain gay, bisexual, trans, and sissy content. I also do requests at other tier levels, where you pick the characters and topic, and I made your fantasy a written reality! Thank you for reading! Please remember to donate to keep stories like this and many many more alive at https://donate.nifty.org/ Family's Cabin I'm not sure why I thought it was a good idea to come back from college, on spring break no less! My dad called me a week ago telling me that we never see each other anymore, and that I should come back, and go up to the cabin that my Uncle Stan owned. I haven't been up there in years, and I figured that it was the least I could do since mom left last year, and wants nothing to do with us. My uncle's cabin was in northern Michigan, and was positioned right off a beautiful inland lake. It was small but was always fun to swim, cook s'mores, and just be outdoors. I was going to college in Indiana, and the cabin was an eight hour drive from my dorm. I left Friday morning, hoping to beat the rush of the other people going to their weekend cabins. I got to the cabin just before three in the afternoon, and noticed that I was the last to arrive. Two cars were parked in front of me, one being my dad's old Ford, and the other certainly being Uncle Stan's. I hopped out of the car, retrieved my bag from the back seat, and made my way to the front door. "Trevor! So nice that you could make it!" my dad said stepping out of the cabin to greet me. "It was quite the haul but I made it." I said setting my bag onto the front porch. "Your cousin is excited to see you, you guys haven't talked in, what, four years?" dad said grabbing my bag to bring it inside for me. "Yeah something like that. Where is everybody?" I said following dad through the front door to the cabin. "Trevor! It's been so long! Uncle Stan said, stepping from the kitchen to give me a slap on the shoulder. "Hey Uncle Stan, it has hasn't it" I said accepting the slap on the shoulder. "Why don't you go get yourself comfortable. I set up a bed in the back room with your cousin Derek. He is just coming up from the lake now." Stan said moving back to the kitchen to finish fixing what ever he was cooking. "Sure thing, thanks Uncle Stan." I said turning to walk down the hall. "Don't mention it Trevs" I seriously didn't like it when he called me that. I made my way down to the door towards the end of the hall. I swung it open to the usual cabin smell of musty carpets, and dust collecting on every surface. I was guessing my bed was the one on the left that was made up, and still had folded blankets on the end. I threw my bag onto the bed, and sat down next to it, just to take a load off. The door swung open again, and my cousin Derek stepped in. "Hey cuz, long time no see." Derek said pulling the towel off his shoulder, and throwing it on his bed. I stood up, and gave him a nervous wave. "Yeah, it really has been a while." "No biggie, hey just glad you are up here now. Hey, I gotta get changed really quick, you mind not looking?" "Ha, yeah, you don't have to worry bout that." I said chuckling. Derek walked over to his bag that was open with clothes spewing in every direction. I looked down to my phone so that I wouldn't catch any glimpses of anything that I shouldn't. I heard his wet shorts hit the floor, and I couldn't help myself. I rolled my eyes up, and caught just a glimpse of his naked body before he pulled up his boxers, then his shorts. "Alright man, you can look again." I looked up at him, he was still missing a shirt. "So what do you guys have planned for the weekend?" I said shoving my phone back into my pocket. "You know, the usual, swimming, s'mores, hiking through the woods." "That actually sounds perfect, I need a break from thinking about nothing but school." "Well, why don't we go for a little hike down the trail. By the time we get back, food should be ready." Derek said, sliding on his thong sandles. "Perfect, we could do some catching up." I suggested, sliding on my own sandles. "You bet man" We walked down the hall way back towards the kitchen. My dad was sitting at the table drinking a cup of afternoon coffee, and thumbing through a hot rod magazine that he brought with him. Uncle Stan was putting what looked like chicken pieces into a zip bag along with a bunch of sauce. "Just gotta let the chicken marinade for a couple hour, where you boys off to?" Uncle Stan said, opening the fridge, and setting the bad on a shelf. "We were just thinking about going for a little hike down the road, maybe to the other side of the lake." Derek said. "That sounds like a pretty good plan, just make sure you guys are back before it starts to get dark, dinner will be ready by then," Uncle Stan said closing the fridge. "We won't be gone that long. Maybe just a couple hours." I said "Sounds good, you boys have fun out there." dad said, taking a sip from his cup. * Derek and I walked to the other side of the lake and back, and it did end up taking a couple hours. We caught up on all of the family drama, talked about school, girls, just normal stuff that guys our age talk about. We walked up the drive way, and noticed that the grill wasn't on, and it looked like all the lights in the cabin were off. Maybe dad, and Uncle Stan went for a walk themselves? We walked through the front door, and still no sign of either of them. "That's weird, where did they go? Weren't they supposed to be making dinner? I said peaking around corners, trying to find them. "Yeah, this is weird. Oh well, I think I will just run outside and start dinner for them, so when they get back everything will be ready." Derek said, grabbing the bag of chicken from the fridge. "Sounds good, let me know if you need anything. I gotta take a piss." I said, walking down the hall towards the bathroom. I heard Derek walk outside, and the storm door slam behind him. I walked into the bathroom to take a piss when I heard a soft moan. "What the hell was that?" I said to myself. I unzipped my pants, and released my bladder. "Ohhhhh" "There it is again. What the hell is that?" I said again under my breath, hoping that it wasn't some evil ghost, coming down here to spoil our weekend. "Ohhhhh shit" Alright, I gotta figure out what is making that noise. I zipped up my pants, flushed, and walked out to the hallway, being extra quiet so I could hear where ever this noise is coming from. "Ohhhhh fuck." There it was again but louder than ever, and was coming from the door next to my room. I walked up to the door, and the moaning had stopped, but the noise was replaced with a gentle. `slap slap slap' "What the hell could that be?" I said again under my breath. I decided to put my fears aside, and just see what was behind the door, and what was in that room was far more surprising than any ghost. What I saw was my dad, on the bed, and all fours, being absolutely pummeled from behind by Uncle Stan. Thrusting his long cock in ,and out of my dad's ass while my dad moaned softly into a pillow in front of him, trying to muffle his moans of desire. "What the fuck!?!" I said, loud enough for them both to hear me. "Trevor! What the fuck." Uncle Stan said, pulling his dick from my dad's ass, and letting him fall to the bed. "Trevor! This isn't what it looks like." dad said reaching out towards me. I walked away towards the kitchen, and seen Derek, walking in from outside. "Bro, you will never believe what I just walked in on. Your dad was fucking my dad from behind." I said still kind of shaking. "Ha ha yeah that is kind of their thing." Derek said giving a little chuckle. "Wait, What?!" I said, clearly not hearing him right. "Yeah, they both like to fuck when they come up here, and now that your dad is officially divorced, he spends quite a bit of time up here. Wait, you didn't know about this?" Derek said, clearly puzzled. "Uh, clearly not dude." I said "Yeah, they have been fucking since they were our age. Dad calls it their "ritual"." he gave me the air quotes. "Trevor! I wanted to tell you about this before but I didn't know how to. I didn't want you going to your mother." dad said coming up the hallway, now completely clothed. "Dad, this whole thing is kind of weird, you, letting your brother fuck you like that. This is all too much, I need to go lie down." I said, pushing my way past my dad, and down the hallway. I got to my bed, and flopped down, head still showing me pictures of my dad getting railed by my uncle, his brother. The moment kept flashing over, and over again. `knock knock' came from the door. "Dad, I don't want to talk right now." "It's Uncle Stan, can I come in?" "I guess, just please be clothed." "Deal" and Uncle Stan pushed the door open. "Listen bud, I'm sorry that you had to see that, but you need to know that I love your dad very much." "I love him too, but that doesn't mean we need to fuck." I said, coming across kind of snappy. "True, but your father and I have been close for a very long time, close enough that we decided that we wanted it to be a loving relationship." Uncle Stan said, really trying to sell me on the idea. "It's just weird, this isn't supposed to happen." I said trying to make sense of what was going on. "Listen, I will just let you sit here and just come to terms with it, because the thing your father, and I have is something I am not willing to give up." Uncle Stan said, standing up and walking towards the door. "I'm going to lay down for a little bit." I said, plopping my head down on the pillow. The pictures in my mind began to flash again, my dad on all fours getting rammed from behind from my uncle. The idea started to soften in my mind, maybe they were truly in love? Who am I to step in front of that. Another flash of them fucking, and this time I felt my own cock begin to grow. "Hey man, you doing alright?" Derek said, coming into the room. "Yeah, it was just a lot to walk in on." I said sitting up in my bed. "I understand that, because that was how I found out too, walked in on them one day, fucking each other's brains out." "Did you ever join in on them?" I asked, not knowing what to expect at this point. "No, I have never been into guys, I just let them do their thing, and they let me have whatever girl I want over." Derek said sitting on his bed across from me. "I guess that is a fair trade. I don't know man, this is just such a surprise." "They seem to be having fun, mind as well let them at this point." he said "Yeah I guess, I think I'm just going to get some rest. It was a long day." I said laying back down to my pillow. "Sounds good dude. You need anything, just holler." "Thanks, Derek." I said, before closing my eyes, and drifting off to sleep. * "Ohhhh" I stirred from my sleep, hearing that moaning again that I had heard earlier, but knowing this time what it actually was. The flashes from before started to happen again. My dad's sweaty body, bouncing back onto Uncle Stan's fat cock. My dick began to stir again, blood was now flowing to my member. I reached down, and grabbed a hold of my shaft, feeling it pulse in my hand. "Ohhhh shit" I needed to see this again, I looked over to Derek, and he was fast asleep, snoring away. I swung my legs over the side of my bed, and stepped down to the floor. I crept over to the door silently, and walked out to the hallway, clicking the door shut behind me. The door to their room was right outside mine, and I could clearly hear the moaning now. "Ohhh fuck that feels good." I heard my dad moan on the other side of the door. I grabbed the brass knob on the door, and gave it a twist to open it. The room was lit with candles that flickered, casting shadows that danced on the walls. This time my dad was not getting it from behind, but instead, riding Uncle Stan, his hand firmly on his chest while he bounced up, and down, enjoying every inch of Uncle Stan's cock. "Ehem" I fake coughed. "Shit, Trevor." dad said hopping off from Uncle Stan's dick. "Room for one more" I said pulling my shirt over my head, and letting my shorts, and underwear hit the ground. "Trevor, this isn't a good idea." dad said, looking up and down my naked body. "Shut up dad" I said, jumping onto the bed between the both of them. "Are you sure about this Trevs." Uncle Stan said, putting a hand on my shoulder. I leaned over, and responded with a kiss to the lips, reaching down to wrap my hand around his cock. Our tongues danced in each others mouth before I separated, and looked over to my dad, who had a look of surprise written across his face. I leaned in and landed a kiss on his lips, just like a I had to his brother. His cock was limp but slowly growing, I broke away from our kiss, and jammed his flaccid cock into my mouth, tasting the pre-cum that was already oozing from it. "Fuck, Trevor, that feels so fucking good." dad said running his hands through my hair, then grabbing a clump to force my mouth all the way down his dick. His cock was now fully erect, and twitching down my throat, all six inches of it. I pulled my face from his cock, then spun around to accept Uncle Stan's equally as long cock, deep into my throat. I bobbed up, and down, tasting the juices left behind by my dad on his cock. "Oh fuck that is amazing." Uncle Stan said, raking his nails down my back. My ass was pointing directly at dad, begging him to have his way with it. He stepped up behind me, and spread my cheeks, revealing my puckered asshole. He spit a long trail of saliva that landed perfectly on my hole, and he started to spread it around with the head of his cock, before lining up, and started pushing against my resisting ass. I was gulping Uncle Stan at a furious pace, letting him fuck my face while dad was still trying to jam his fat cock in my ass. My entrance finally gave in, and swallowed my dads cock whole. His dick was now completely inside of me, and shivers of pleasure erupted from me. I moaned onto my uncles cock, not letting it leave my mouth, which returned with a moan of his own from Uncle Stan. "Fuck your ass is so tight." dad said withdrawing his member before shoving it back into me with some force. He did this slow withdraw three more time before he began to fuck me, hard, and fast. My ass cheeks bounced wildly with every pound at my rear entrance. Uncle Stan's was now face fucking me, his cock hitting my gag reflex every time, letting me know his cock was as deep as it could go down my throat. I was being spit roasted by my dad, and uncle, and loving every moment of it. "Fuck I might cum" Uncle Stan said slowing his pace. He let his cock head rest on my tongue, then he started to fill my mouth full of his sticky spunk. Shot, after shot, until I couldn't handle anymore, and had to start swallowing, his warm salty jizz. "Shit, I'm cumming too." Dad said quickening his pace. "Cum in my ass, I want you to fill me up too." I said looking back at him fucking my ass. He plowed forward in one big thrust, and then I felt his cum start to spill inside of my bowels, fill every corner of my ass. "Fuck that was amazing."dad said pulling his now soft cock from my dripping ass. Uncle Stan was laying in front of me, cock still shining with cum and saliva, but now soft and slumped over his massive balls. "Fuck, I don't think I have ever cum that hard." Uncle Stan said through labored breaths. "You two mind if I sleep in here with you tonight?" I said rolling over to lay next to Uncle Stan. "I think we could arrange that." dad said laying down next to me. * The next morning, the three of us woke up early to make breakfast. It was a huge platter of food, and the best part was, we all made it together, nude, except for Derek of course, he was still in bed. I heard the door at the end of the hall squeak open, and foot steps coming towards the kitchen. "Morning sleepy head!" Uncle Stan said, setting the plate of pancakes on the table. Derek looked like he had seen all of this before, his dad and uncle, walking around the house with nothing on until he saw me, nothing on as well. "Oh jeez, you too now?" he said "Yup, me too"