Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2006 01:43:41 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Family Fornication Part 1

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                There was no prelude -- I just woke up one morning hearing
the sounds of some VERY fierce action coming from my father's room down the
hallway.  I pulled the sheet off of me and fumbled to find my boxers just as
I heard, "And you shut the fuck up and suck this cock!"
	Looking over at the other bed, I saw that my twin, Jason, still slept
soundly.  The boy could sleep through a tornado and wake up to ask where
breakfast was.  Climbing from my bed, finally dressed, I shook his shoulder
and called his name, quietly.  He blinked blindly as he looked up through
sleep-filled, blue eyes.  Smiling at me, he put a hand on my stomach to push
me away.
	"I'm not falling for this -- it's Saturday and no school."  Muttered my
brother and attempted to go back to sleep.
	"Wake up, goof.  Listen to this."
	"Listen to what?" He asked just as "Lick my ass good, fucker!" echoed down
the hall and into our rooms.
	"Dad's getting his freak the fuck on and I want to know who it's with this
time." I told him, still shaking him.
	"Mason, I'm sure whoever it is doesn't want to be spied on."
	"But you know dad -- what if it's someone we know?"
	"Get the fuck on the bed so I can put this cock in your hole!" Dad said
from his room, the sound clear enough to let me know his door was open.
"Yeah, reach back, slut-boy.  Let me see my cocksleeve wink at me."
	"Fuck you, then."  I told Jason, heading out the door and into the hallway.
	Sure enough, Dad's door was wide open.  Creeping quietly down the narrow
hallway, I made sure that I wasn't heard by putting my foot down entirely
with each step, allowing the pads of my foot to absorb whatever sound I
might make, otherwise.  When I was standing at the door to his room, I could
see clearly a pair of legs hung over my father's thick arms and a nice view
of my father's cock sliding in and out of a well-lubed asshole.  To my
surprise, another figure stood on the bed, his shapely ass being manhandled
hard and from the shaking of my father's head, his asshole being thoroughly
eaten out by a mighty tongue.
	My father's rounded ass slammed back and forth, giving the guy under him
quite a nice fuck, his cock sliding all the way inside and pulling almost
all the way out.  The guy was moaning and groaning and my father slurped
loudly at the hole his mouth must have been fastened on.
	I wondered who these guys were.  They were tight-bodied and both were
dusted with dark brown hair from top to foot, it seemed.  Racking my brain,
I couldn't think of many guys they could be.  My dad liked somewhat younger
guys in the range of 18 or so and I knew a lot of the guys he'd taken to his
bed over the years.  Whether I'd seen them at school or the bookstore I
worked in, I knew them when I saw them but rarely by name unless I head dad
yell it out in the night, sometime.
	"Fuck!"  The guy under Dad's cock-ular assault said.  "I'm cumming, James!"
	He knew my Dad's name...now THAT was odd.  Usually there was no naming with
the tricks he took home.  To his credit, my father didn't stop his fucking
to respond, but kept going.  There was a deep groan and I knew the talking
fuckee was spewing his load.  My dad's moans told me he might be close to
doing the same.  I wondered for a minute if he'd shoot on the guy or in him.
	"Well?" I heard behind me and I almost screamed.  "Know who they are?"
	"No." I whispered back to Jason, who had snuck up on me.
	With an effort, I pushed him into the hallway and dragged him back to our
room before we could be heard.  It was one of the dumbest things Jason had
ever done and I even closed our door when we were both inside.
	"Are you just stupid or did you fall out of the bed on your head?" I asked
him, slapping his ass soundly as I swung him around in front of me.  "Do you
know what would have happened if he'd have caught us?"
	"He's never caught us before."  Jason said to me, settling on the bed in
front of me.  "We've been spying on him since we were young."
	"But he had the door wide open you freak! If one of those fuckees had seen
us, he'd have beaten the tar out of us."
	"You worry too much, little brother."
	I hated when he called me that.  He was all of four minutes older than I
was and he still called me "little brother".
	Jason lay back on the bed and stretched his arms out on either side of it.
Thick tufts of red hair splayed out under his arms.  They were just like the
curly hair on his stomach that snaked into his tight, white briefs and
covered his trim legs.  Since I was standing close to him, his right foot
slid along my left leg as our eyes locked.
	"That got you hot, didn't it?"  He said to me, his tone playful enough.  "I
bet you've got a shiny new boner inside those shorts, don't you?"
	"You're sick." I said, shifting a bit to throw his leg away.
	"And you're as hard as granite, aren't you?"  Jason persisted, his toes
snaking into the leg hole of my boxers.  "Don't lie to me, Mason.  Watching
dad pound those guys back there got you hot as fuck, didn't it?"
	His foot grazed my balls, his big toe nudging the head of my dick -- which
was as hard as he'd said it was.  I closed my eyes as the ball of his foot
ran my cock up flat against my stomach and began rubbing.  I think I must
have made a small noise because my twin chuckled a bit.  The big toe of his
foot smoothed itself along the head of my cock and I felt myself ooze
pre-cum.
	"There it is...little brother's fuck-me cream."  Jason said vulgarly.  "Dad's
big ol' meat slipping and sliding in some stranger's asshole and little
brother's cock just leaks like a faucet at the thought."
	He was right! Damn him but he was right.  When I first heard the sounds
coming from his room, my dick had shot straight up and I knew I just HAD to
see what was going on in there!
	"Want more, little brother?"  Jason asked quietly, his toe spreading my
sticky mess all over the head of my dick.  "A nice warm mouth playing all
over that sweet stick?  That make you feel better?"
	I moaned and my left hand slipped up my furry stomach to my right nipple
and the small silver hoop there to tug slightly at it.  Nodding my head, I
used my other hand to slip the waistband of my boxers down over my hips.
Jason's foot stopped for a few seconds and I knew he was letting my boxers
fall.  He said something to me but I didn't catch it, I was intent on the
feelings to come.
	Warm hands ran along my legs and up under my balls.  Looking down, I saw
Jason's handsome face smiling up at me as he knelt on the floor.  The
soul-patch he had was as red as the rest of his close-cropped hair and the
sideburns that came down along his jaw line and chin.  He was fucking hot,
if I did say so, myself.  That was the only way people could tell us apart,
really -- as I only had a trimmed mustache and goatee.  Still smiling, he
lifted my cock and let his hair-rimmed mouth slip over it.  The sensation
was fucking amazing and I felt it run through me like a current.
	"Yeah..." I moaned, slipping my other hand onto his head.  "Ah, Jason...suck me
nice, just like that." I instructed softly, easing my hips forward.
	He moaned under me as his tongue went to work on my shaft.  My hips flexed
forward but I was careful not to gag him.  Easily, he took my length over
and over as he set up a nice steady rhythm, tugging at my smooth balls as he
ate my cock.  I spread my legs a little wider when I felt his finger slip
under them.  I knew where he was going -- and wanted him to go there.
	"Finger me..." I coaxed and felt like warm butter melting as his index finger
slipped slowly into my asshole.  I was going to get the full treatment this
morning.  "Fuck that ass, bro." I told him softly.
	To my delight, he'd wet his finger from tip to taper and was slipping it
easily into my moist and hot hole.  It was all I could do to keep from
raising my voice several octaves as I moaned with his delicious invasion.  I
did spread my legs a little wider, though to allow him deeper access and as
he pushed completely into me, I was glad I had.  Once inside me, he began to
work his finger back and forth, alternating his oral rhythm.
	"Oh my fucking god, Jason." I said, huskily.  "That's the best, big
brother."
	"Uhmmm."
	My hand pulled excitedly at my nipple ring as my other held onto his head,
thrusting my hips forward to meet his anxious tongue.  Our "twin vibe"
kicked in again and we were soon a well oiled -- or well lubed, if you want
to keep with the theme -- machine and I was fucking his sweet mouth with my
dick while his finger did the same to my sweet asshole.
	"Damn, Jason!" I said, feeling my orgasm pending the continued movement of
his mouth and digit.  "Ready for me?  Huh? You ready for breakfast,
brother-style?"
	His other hand gripped my left ass cheek as if to answer me.  He held me
still for a long moment, working his mouth feverishly on me until I couldn't
take it any longer.  Stifling a groan that would have raised the roof, I
held onto the back of his head and emptied my balls into his warm and
accepting mouth!  Flooding his face, my creamy white boy-blast trickled out
of the corners of his mouth and down his chin as I kept spilling it!
	"Oh, man!" Jason said as I finished and he stood up, extracting his finger
from my well-worked asshole.  "That was the best breakfast, little brother."
	He kissed me full on the lips and slapped my ass as he stepped around me.
I was dumbstruck for a minute as he headed into the bathroom with a slight
spring in his step.  It couldn't be over, could it?  What was I going to do
for breakfast? Starve?
	"Hey, what about me?" I asked, feeling like a little kid.
	"Maybe later -- I'm going to shower."
	"Later?" I questioned, resentfully.  "But I'm hungry now..."
	Feeling completely left out, I replaced my boxers and looked around the
room for what I might be going to wear today and found a pair of jeans that
didn't look too bad and didn't have the funky smell that some of the others
might have.  They should be all right but I wanted to at least shower,
first.  My Metallica t-shirt was clean so I would wear that with the jeans.
	Going into the hallway, I noticed Dad's door was closed.  Huh...I wondered
what that might mean as I stepped fully into the narrow space and turned to
head to the kitchen.  Just as I was reaching the stairs to go down, Dad's
door opened and he stepped out into the space, completely naked.  His furry
body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and his face was slightly
flushed.  His beard and mustache -- also trimmed close like Jason's -- also
glistened with something and I could swear he had cum on his upper lip.
Looking at him when he saw me, I just sort of half-smiled.
	"What?"  He questioned the look on my face.  "Do I suddenly have horns and
a pitchfork cuz I fucked two guys at once?"
	"No." I answered dumbly, knowing instantly he knew I was standing at his
doorway, earlier.  "Your house, your business."
	"Damn right." He said with a smile.  "And next time, Mason, if I wanted an
audience, I would have invited you."
	"Sorry."
	"You and your brother."
	Dad walked over to where I stood stupidly and kissed my forehead, clapping
a big hand on my neck to hold my head still for this.  The scent of mansex
was strong on my father's broad frame and clung to the same red hair that we
all shared like sexual cologne.  A mental image of Jason sprawled on the bed
flashed through my mind and my dick twitched a bit in my boxers.
	"Maybe I should get that done." He said, flipping my nipple rings with each
hand before turning to head down the stairs.  "Those look like fun."
	"They can be." I said to him, following down.  "So, those guys, have they
left or are they at each other in your room?"
	"N.O.Y.B, Mason."  Dad responded, taking the stairs like a trained athlete
with me trying to catch up.  "You know that.  I don't pry into your sex life
and I expect the same thing from you."
	N.O.Y. B meant "none of your business" and it was Dad's way of telling me
that this wasn't something he was going to discuss with me.  It was strange
because he always told me at least the names and departure times of his
overnight guests in case I wanted to have some of my own over.  I didn't
press the issue but followed him into the kitchen and to the refrigerator.
He took out eggs, bacon, milk, juice and ham.  I was a bit stunned to see
Dad cooking on a Saturday.
	"Not working today?"  I inquired, taking down some dishes.  "This is a rare
thing, father dearest."
	"We're taking a short trip."  Dad said, cracking some eggs.  "Is Jason
upstairs?"
	"He's taking a shower.  Where are we going?"
	"I thought we might go up to the cabin.  I asked your uncle and cousin to
come along and they're going to meet us there."
	"What's the occasion?"
	"Do we need one for us to spend some time together?"  Dad countered on me,
not even looking at me as he slipped the bacon into the pan. "You get more
and more like your mother every year -- suspicious and cynical."
	"No need for the harsh, dad." I said, pouring juice for him and myself.
	We didn't talk about my mother, much.  She was a royal bitch and we were
glad when she left.  She and my father had a marriage of convenience that
allowed her early access to a trust fund.  She and my dad went to a sperm
bank to have Jason and me.  On the outside, they were the loving couple with
darling children but what no one knew was that she lived a whole state away
from us and rarely came to see us now that we were older.  She and Dad
shared the money, Jason and I got a large portion for ourselves and both she
and Dad fucked whomever they wanted with no questions asked.  Holidays were
spent apart except for the few social things they had to do together to keep
up appearances.  Most people just thought my mother traveled a lot with her
cosmetics job.
	Dad was a lawyer and was doing pretty well for himself.  I knew it was only
going to be a matter of time until their divorce was a reality and we moved
on past the charade but until then, we played the happy family to
perfection.
	Twisted bunch of fucks, aren't we?
	Dad had breakfast cooked and ready by the time Jason came downstairs.  The
fucker was wearing a fire engine red jockstrap and a baseball hat with the
Chicago "C" on it.  I just sort of did a double take when he went to the
stove to dish up his food, exposing his perfect ass to both of us.
	"House guests not eating?" Jason asked, coming to the table and sitting to
Dad's left.  "Guess they must be tired from the morning calisthenics
program."
	Dad didn't rise to this but I smiled.  Jason sat across from me and smiled
back at me.  It was a few minutes until Dad filled him in on what he'd just
told me and he seemed nonplussed, to be honest.  He usually was.  There was
little that really upset Jason or even caused him to misstep.  He was as
easy-going as I was hyper.  For twins, this was probably one of the few
things that really set us apart.
	"So, the fuck-twins going to go with us?" Jason asked between bites.
	I was stunned by this.  He'd never really been this forward.  Dad responded
in the negative, almost as if the question had been about the weather.
	"I think they have other things to do at the moment."
	"Probably each other." Jason returned, filling his mouth again. "So, what's
with the sudden urge to bond with us?"  He asked when he'd swallowed.
	Dad looked from him to me and back before answering.
	"I just thought that maybe we could have a nice couple of days together
before you guys went back to your normal routine of ignoring me and each
other."  He said, his tone a bit annoyed.  "You know, you can be one nasty
fucker when you want to be, Jason.  I'm making a genuine effort here to be a
part of your life."
	"I didn't mean to make you feel lousy about it."  My brother said, tilting
his hat to the side so that he could meet my father's gaze.  "It's just that
it's rare."
	"And that's the other reason.  I don't want it to be rare.  I'd like us to
be a little closer than we are right now."
	I didn't say anything.  It was important to my father, I could see that.
Jason might be a bit insensitive but even he could see this.  Thankfully, he
let this subject drop and got up to take his empty plate to the sink.  I
couldn't stop watching his ass when he did, though.  Damn...
	"You boy's be ready, then?"  Dad asked.
	"Yep." Jason answered for us both, turning around and leaning on the
counter.  "Should we bring anything? Food, change of clothes...lube?"
	"Fuck, Jason!" I said, then.  "Don't you ever give him a break?"
	"Why?" Jason responded with a smile.  "You know as well as I do that
everywhere we go, Dad finds some young thing to fuck.  I was just thinking
we could help out this time."
	"You really are a bastard." I said to him, rising out of my chair.  "He
said this was about us."
	Dad stood and the both of us stopped talking.  He took his plate to the
sink and reached around his son to put it in.  The look he gave my brother
said what he didn't.  This last comment really bothered him.  Jason could
really be an ass and this was one of his lighter moments.
	"Just be ready to leave on time, boys."  Dad said, leaving the room.
	"Why do you have to be that way?" I asked, bringing my plate to the sink
and washing all of them.  "You could give him a break."
	"Please." Jason responded, stepping out of my way.  "You know as well as I
do that he's not stopped the steady stream of boy-ass since he was 15 and we
just get in the way of it all.  Now that we're getting older, we're taking
some of the action."
	"What the hell?"
	"You see how some of the guys he brings home look at us.  We're getting to
be competition for the old man."
	"You're insane." I said, pushing him out of my way.  "That's not what this
trip is about.  We're about to leave for college, empty nest and all that.
He's just trying to reconnect to us before that happens."
	"Right."
	"Don't you ever get tired of being cynical?" I asked, facing him.
	He grabbed my neck and pushed me against the sink, forcing me to brace
myself to keep from being shoved into the sink.  His face was inches from
mine as he grabbed the bulge in my crotch.  His fingers massaged me and he
smiled widely at me.  I didn't know where this was coming from but every
time he touched me, I couldn't help but get hard, damn him.
	"Don't you ever get tired of being so damned sensible?" He said to me,
inching forward.  "It's cute but after a while, it gets really annoying."
	Then, he kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth and reaching into my
boxers to grip my hard dick.  A flash of my father coming back into the room
ran through my mind and I was horrified with the fantasy. He'd kill us.  I
pushed him off of me and gave him the look I reserved for REALLY stupid
things he did.  Jason just smiled at me and turned back to the sink, his
hand rubbing his ass seductively.
	"You know you love it.  The thrill of it all -- getting caught and having
our father join in on our nasty little secret."  He said to me, spreading
his cheeks.  "I know I'd like to have daddy's dick slide up in here once or
twice."
	"Stop."
	Jason just looked at me, finally turning back around to face me.  "I don't
get you, sometime.  You're so prudish when it comes to that but you'll let
me suck you off anytime you get horny.  What's the difference, Mason?"
	I couldn't answer.  I didn't know what the difference was or if there even
was a difference.  He was right in a way.  There was a certain thrill to the
idea of what he was proposing about our father.  Jason and I hadn't went as
far as having fucked one another but I always thought it was only a matter
of time.  Hell, we'd done most everything else together, why not?
	"Fuck this, Mason."  Jason sneered at me, letting me go and heading for the
door.  "You need to just pack for us both and be ready when Dad's ready to
go.  I'm going to go jerk my meat, blow a load the size of Lake Huron and
get dressed at the last minute like I always do."
	I watched his firm, round, hairy ass twitch in the red jock as he walked
away from me and then went into the laundry room to get clothes for me and
my brother.  When I had gotten two sets of clothing and some spare
swimsuits, I headed upstairs to the room to put them in a bag.  Jason was on
his stomach, that sweet ass in the air, his hand tucked underneath him and
undoubtedly holding onto his hard meat as he pumped his body forward to fuck
his fist.
	Closing the door and putting our clothes down, I shed my boxers and climbed
onto the bed, settling onto his body and pulling his hand out from under his
body.  I turned both of us onto our sides and found his veiny meat with my
own hand.  Settling my cock in to the cleft of his ass, I began to run my
hand along his cock -- which was greasy with lube and pre-cum.  With focused
concentration, I began to work my body opposite of my hand and both were
meant to make my brother blow his load all over us.  My leg separated his
and I used that to give me some thrusting action.  He clenched his ass
around my dick and I oozed pre-cum all over him.
	"Just once, I'd like to feel that cock IN my ass..." Jason moaned in a hoarse
whisper as he arched back against me.  "Why don't you fuck me now, Mason?"
	I didn't answer but gripped his cock a little tighter.  Grinding myself
against him a bit harder, I bit at his neck and shoulder to intensify what
was going on with him.  This was all about him after the pleasure he'd given
me earlier.  Still moaning, poor Jason didn't know whether to thrust back
against my cock in his crack or forward against his cock in my fist.
	"Feel good?" I asked him, licking his ear.
	"God, yes."
	"Want to cum?"
	"Fuck, yeah..." He moaned back at me, reaching back to take my head in his
hand.  "Keep doing what you're doing."
	I did.  In seconds, I heard the tell-tale hiss of drawn in air through
clenched teeth and knew he was going to blow.  His hand took hold of my hair
and pulled, his body arched high and my hand tightened on him.  It was then
that I pulled his body toward me, pulling him on top of me so that we could
both watch his cock-geyser blow his sweet load up and all over his taunt,
hairy stomach!
	"FUCK!" He swore, still in that harsh whisper.  "Milk me, baby bro! Milk
that cum out of my cock!!!"
	And I did...every last, white-hot drop.
	When we lay together and he was coming down of his cumming high, I kissed
him on the lips with all the tenderness I could muster.  He looked me in the
eye and kissed me back.  We smiled at one another.  The fight was over.
	"Let's GO, boys!"  Dad said, breaking our moment by pounding on our door.
"In the car in ten!"
	Fumbling wildly, we managed to get the bag packed and get our clothes on in
time to get out of our bedroom door, down the stairs and into the car by the
time Dad came around the side of the house and got into the vehicle.  Jason
was in the backseat and buckled in when Dad started the engine.
	"So, we taking the long way or the short way?" I asked him, curious as to
the scenic or the quick.
	"I thought we'd take the long way." Dad said, pulling out of the drive and
heading down the street.  "There's nothing we really need to rush about and
I've been wanting to have a talk with you boys where you couldn't run at the
first sign of it."
	And so, as Dad drove toward the Interstate, we were trapped.