Date: Sat, 30 Sep 2006 08:40:14 +0000 From: xangel.author@gmail.com Subject: Family Fornication Part 5 When I finally woke up, it was after eleven in the morning. The bed beside me was empty; Jacob was already awake, then. Throwing back the covers, I got up and changed into jeans and a t-shirt. Slipping on flip-flops, I headed downstairs. The house was strangely quiet. With all the libidos here, I was sure that I'd wake up to moans and groans of all sorts but there was nothing. The kitchen was vacant, as well. I looked out into the back yard and saw that everyone in the house had chosen to spend the day outside, it seemed. Jacob and Oliver were playing football with Uncle Steven while Dad and Uncle Kenneth talked over coffee cups at the small, round table to the side of the house. Looking around, I didn't see Jason anywhere. That was strange. Turning, I headed back upstairs to Dad's room and found my twin still asleep there. For a long moment, I just stared at him before shaking him. "What the fuck, Jason?" I asked him as he squinted at me through his sleep-filled eyes. "You're in dad's bed." "Yeah," He said groggily. "Jacob was in mine." "That all or did you and dad have a second round of secret sex?" "Oh, fuck, Mason...it's too early for this shit." Jason responded, turning away from me. I tore the sheet from him to discover he was naked. He flipped back over, bounding from the bed and grabbing me by the throat and shoulder, forcing me against the wall beside the bed before I could do anything about it. "Listen, you little shit!" He said through clenched teeth. "So you saw us last night, huh? Well isn't that just too fucking bad?! You're always sneaking around and watching people fuck when you'd give anything to BE the one they're fucking!" It wasn't that I couldn't breathe or respond, Jason held me to keep me still, not hurt me. There wasn't anything that came to mind as witty or helpful. Looking at his face, it was like a twisted mirror version of my own anger. "And Dad...you've been sweating after him for as long as you could get your cock hard! What pisses you off more about last night, Mason? The fact that it was me that he was slipping cock to or the fact that if you'd come down off your moral high-horse for six seconds, he'd be throwing prick to your ass, too?" I didn't say anything. I couldn't -- I didn't know what TO say. "The fucking laugh-riot about this whole thing is that is exactly what this whole goddamn trip was about!" Jason said, relaxing his grip and taking a step back, grabbing at the sheet. "Dad and Uncle Steven have fucked around, yeah, but it was to loosen your tight-ass up so that Dad might have a crack at your hole, too! Jesus, to be so smart, you're awfully stupid, Mason." "What?" I asked, dumbly, his words not sinking in, fully. "Dad." Jason responded, sitting on the side of the bed. "He wants your candy-ass so bad he can't stand it but he doesn't want to just rape you, dumb shit. He thought that by bringing you here with all the other wild family fuck shit, you'd let down your holier than thou attitude long enough for him to plug you." "Dad...wants me?" I asked, not realizing exactly what this meant. "Sure does, little brother." Jason said, rolling back over and pulling the sheet over him. "Now all you have to do is make sure the two of you end up alone together long enough for him to ask you. He's not going to do it in front of the others. He's afraid you'll say no and injure his fragile pride." I didn't know what to say to this. It made sense. I thought of the day we'd gotten here when Dad was telling me about him and Uncle Steven. Was he going to ask me then when we were interrupted? What about the summer we'd gone to Anchorage for vacation? Had his attempt to sleep on the couch-bed in the hotel been the opening he was going to take? I second-guessed everything and too much so, sometimes. Cursing myself, I went to the bathroom and took a shower, hot and cleansing. I made sure I was clean all over and went back into the bedroom to change jeans and shirts. When I was dressed again, I went downstairs and my mind raced ahead of me into the backyard but my feet held back. What would I say to him? "Hey dad, let's fuck the way we both want to." That was classy. Here I stood in the doorway to our backyard where my cousins and uncles were just lounging around and the object of my personal desire was only a few feet away and I couldn't make my feet move. Just as I was about to die of complete embarrassment, I saw my father stand from his chair and turn toward the house. "Hey, Mason!" He shouted, before I could move. "Why don't you come out? Bring me a fresh drink on the way, son?" Fuck. I hadn't wanted to "come out", so to speak. I nodded anyway and went to the refrigerator. My father didn't drink beer so I grabbed one of the diet sodas in there and headed outside. As I was nearing them, I noticed that my uncles had joined my father. I nodded my hello to them when they spoke and handed the drink to its new owner. Dad smiled at me, his facial hair crinkling with the gesture. Damn but he was sexy as fuck! "So, what's the plan for the day?" I asked, looking around. "We're going to hike up to the lake." Uncle Kenneth answered. "Jacob, Oliver and Mason are going into town later for an afternoon movie." "Want to come with us?" Uncle Steven said to me, sipping his own drink. "Might be fun." "Sure." I responded, hoping I didn't sound too eager. "Not much on I'd really like to see, anyway. The hike sounds pretty cool." There! I had my chance! If I could just get dad alone for two seconds and let him know what was going on inside my pants, it would be great. This was what I was waiting for! This hike would pair us off into twos and I could finally be alone with Dad. About two hours later, my uncles and my father were walking along the dusty trail that led up the small set of hills outside the cabin up to where my father first took me and Jason camping. The trail was rocky and on a pretty steep incline but overall, it was pretty smooth going. Each of us wore a small pack with water, food, a bedroll and whatever random things we added -- like my Ipod and other things needed to avoid boring conversations about work. Uncle Kenneth was in the lead. He was dressed in khaki shorts that rode his hips like a biker on a Harley and hiking boots. A black cap hid his hair and reflective sunglasses hid his eyes but he was shirtless and sweaty -- and kinda hot! He knew this place better than any of us and was the first out of the car and into the woods at the trail's beginning. All of my life, he'd always liked all this hiking and outdoors stuff. Dad was behind him and equally as hot in denim shorts that were fraying in all the right places and a white, cotton tank top that hugged him tighter than Jason had last night. I still couldn't get that out of my head. I walked behind Dad with Uncle Steven following me. He'd opted for the same khaki shorts and a light blue shirt that hung loosely but not baggy over his thick frame. He had a hat and sunglasses, the same as Uncle Kenneth and when I would glance over my shoulder, I wasn't sure if he was looking at me, or not. I didn't mind either way, but it was sort of creepy the way his glasses reflected everything. He would smile at me as I looked back and he was making polite conversation with me as we went. We rounded the top of the hill we were on and the wooded area gave way to a clearing. This was where we normally stopped and so we hailed to tradition and did the same. Uncle Kenneth propped his pack against a tree and turned away from us to take a long, steady piss before reaching into his pack to replenish his lost water. Dad wiped his forehead with a bandana and tied it around his head, giving him a "Survivor" look without even knowing it. He smiled widely when Uncle Steven commented on this very thing and told him he was way hotter than those guys. "Don't you think so, Mason?" He asked me, and I nodded. I didn't know what else to do, to be honest. Dad and Uncle Steven started talking about work and I wanted to go to sleep. The conversation shifted around to Uncle Kenneth and his plans for moving in with us. That caught my attention. "...at the end of the month, maybe." Kenneth had been saying when I tuned in. "I think that Jacob is looking forward to the change." "And the chance to fuck my father." I said before I could stop myself. "What was that, son?" Dad asked and I wished instantly to be anywhere but here. "What did you just say?" I just stared at him. "I think you and I need to have a talk when we get back." Dad said, taking up his pack and heading into the next leg of our hike. Without a word, Uncle Kenneth did the same and left me and Uncle Steven standing alone. "Not smart, guy." "No shit, really?" I asked him, taking up my own pack. "Foot in mouth disease affects us all at times." "Why don't you cut your dad some slack?" Steven asked, putting his hand on the pack. "He's really trying to make this all work out for everyone." "Especially Jason and Uncle Kenneth." I shot back. "What the hell does that mean?" "Nothing." "Look, Mason, you're too old for this childish shit. Your father is a grown man and he can make his own decisions. Kenneth isn't that bad. In fact, he's a lot like your father and you could make the best of a great situation and not even realize it. You really need to let go of some of this attitude, son." "I'm not your son." I said, turning to follow the others. "No, you're not." Uncle Steven said after me. I could tell he was following, as well. "If you were, I'd have fucked that baby-boy ass of yours a LONG time ago and you wouldn't be carrying such a hard-on for me like you're doing your own dad." I didn't turn around. I didn't want him to see my face turning scarlet as I walked. Ahead of me, Dad and Uncle Kenneth were several feet away. My father was angry with me and I couldn't blame him. It just slipped out and I wanted to apologize but I wasn't sure exactly how to go about doing that. There had to be a way, didn't there? The time would present itself and I'd take it. About another two hours brought us to the lake we'd been headed toward and Uncle Steven set about setting up our tent right away. It was a big fucker and took him a long time to do it. In the time it took him to get things set up, we'd gather firewood and Uncle Kenneth had started cooking the small fish he'd caught with my dad. We laid out the food and sat around the newly started campfire (thanks to me!) and talked about the weekend. I noticed my dad was rather quiet. Soon, Uncle Kenneth headed down to the water's edge and I thought this might be a chance for me to fix some of this crap so I followed him. He kicked off his boots and pulled his sock off when he came to the edge of the water. I watched him undo the fastenings of his shorts and tug them over trim hips before letting them fall and stepping out of them. He looked just like Dad from this angle except his hair was shorter and there was no small triangle of dark hair just above his ass like Dad had. When he started toward the water, he stopped and turned to face me. His cock hung thickly between his balls and swayed a bit with the motion. "Are you coming in?" He asked and I nodded, stripping off my clothes. We swam out a ways from the shore, playing in the water and laughing. It was like I was ten again with him splashing me in the face and trying to grab me underwater. Evading him wasn't as easy as it had been then and soon, he'd grabbed me and was hauling me toward the shore. I was laughing, mostly but something screwy was happening to my cock. The tightness of his arm around my waist and that sexy rasp of breath he had as he carried me got to me. "There." He said, slinging me onto my back and straddling me. "Now I've got you where I want you." "And what are you going to do with me now that you've got me?" I asked him, not meaning to flirt but realizing that was the way it was coming out. "Want me to do what Uncle Steven was doing to you when we first got here?" I hadn't planned on saying that. "Come to think of it," Kenneth said, taking his flaccid meat into his thick hand. "That sounds like a great idea now that you bring it up." Looking down at me, I saw something in my uncle that I hadn't seen before -- a spark of my father. His mouth drew into a smirk I'd seen before and I knew it was Dad's. I propped myself up on my arms and watched as he stroked himself a bit. His hairy groin was trimmed and neat and looked very inviting as my own cock rose to the same state he was achieving. "Let me put it in my mouth, I'll make it happen faster than you can." I said to him, licking my lips. He let his cockhead rest on my mouth and I opened it, slipping it in by easing my head closer to him. The softness of his dick was astounding but nice. It was expanding from the second it touched my lips and soon, he was hard and pulsing in my mouth. It was thrilling to be mouthing such a nice cock -- and one so close to my father's. I tasted salty ooze and knew he was as turned onto this as I was and I swallowed mightily as I sucked and tongued the underside of his cock. His hands went to the back of my head to tangle in my hair and hold me close to him. He was tender as he began to rock his hips forward and backward. "Ah...yeah..." He moaned softly as I sucked harder and tongued him softer. "Please that meat, nephew." Coaxing me, he cooed to me and a charge of something went through my body. "Make Uncle Kenneth feel good, baby." He said, his voice the opposite of my father's. "That's it...suck me. Suck my rod nice and easy." I gripped his shapely ass, wet fur wrapping around my fingers. I held onto him for support as I struggled to take him all into my mouth with each forward thrust of his hips. Kenneth was supportive to me as he held my head and neck in his hands, easing his dick in and out at a steady, slow pace. "Lay your head back." Came the soft suggestion and I did as he asked, allowing him to place my head on the sandy short. "Now, open your mouth as wide as you can." Again, I did as he said and he assumed a push-up position over my prone body. "Yeah, that's the good boy." His cock filled my open mouth and he began doing push-ups, sliding it in and out of my mouth. I sucked hard on his rod when he pulled out and slid my tongue along his length when he slipped it back into me. This alternation was just what he wanted, it seemed and I basked in his hushed and raspy praise of me as he face-fucked me with his daddy-like dick. Stroking myself all the while, I knew we'd reach the point we were both striving for soon. "Fuck, Mason...why didn't we do this sooner?" Uncle Kenneth said softly as he reached under me with one hand to cradle my head. "You're gonna taste what you've been missing all this time now, nephew." Balancing on one arm, he withdrew the length of his cock until I held only the head in my mouth. With an almost sheer act of concentration, he let his load fly and it washed over my tongue like a honeyed fountain! Wave after beautiful wave slid over my waiting tongue and I let it collect in my mouth, tasting it and savoring his heady salty-sweet taste like a fine wine. "Awwww, Jesus, Mason!" My uncle swore as he emptied his load into my waiting mouth. "Take me, son...swallow that fucking seed!" Something about him saying the word "son" sent a shockwave through me and I shot my own -- spewing my stomach and Uncle Kenneth's stretched legs with my hot juice! I felt it run over my hand as it came out and down like a small rainstorm. I moaned against my uncle's dick and finally swallowed my treasure. Like fine cognac, it went down and like the same, it was good stuff! "Goddamn, Mason..." Kenneth said as he rolled slowly off of me to settle on the ground beside of me. "You suck dick like your father." I didn't know what to say to this. It was hard to picture my father at anyone's crotch but Kenneth must know what he was talking about. They were brothers and hell, I knew what made Jacob and Oliver moan when Jason was in the middle of the two of them. I knew all too well because he'd been doing the same thing to me for as long as we'd been able to get hard-ons. "I'm sorry about what I said earlier." I blurted out, sitting up. "Hey, don't worry about it." Kenneth told me, sitting up and slipping an arm around my shoulders. "I'm alright with anything. It takes more than that to hurt my feelings. But your dad, now...that's a whole other thing. You might want to make nice with him about it all." "How?" "You're a smart boy." Kenneth said, standing and taking his clothes up as he did. "You're bound to figure something out with all the talents at your disposal." I waited for a few moments and washed myself off in the lake and dressed myself. When I was confident on how I could go about this, I made my way back to camp and found that Uncle Kenneth had already gone to bed. Uncle Steven and my father sat on the ground talking. Dad looked at me for a moment before standing and heading into the tent, taking off his shoes and socks before doing so. When I looked over, Uncle Steven just shrugged his shoulders. I had little choice but to get into the tent. I didn't want to stay out here and talk to Uncle Steven and when I got inside, I saw that both my Dad -- who had chosen to lay against the wall -- and Uncle Kenneth were concentrating on sleeping. I briefly wondered if Jason was doing either Oliver or Jacob at this moment or if they were piled up together, all three of them. Something about Oliver intrigued more than just my mind and I suddenly missed him as I pulled off my shirt and felt the tingle in my nipples at the crisp air around us. I opened the sleeping bag blanket that had been arranged and settled in, my back against Uncle Kenneth's and soon, the sound of snoring was lost to my own. A warmth greeted me in the morning and as I opened my eyes, I noticed that it was Uncle Steven's hand and arm as both lay across my lower body. Like I normally did, I had shed my shirt and the warm body felt good in the morning chill. Beside me, I saw that Uncle Kenneth had vacated his spot and my father still lay against the wall, his face to that side, his bare back visible to me. I slipped out of Steven's loose grip and slid quietly across the expanse to where Dad lay. He was still sleeping, it appeared. With a practiced stealth, I positioned my body alongside my father's prone one. I slid my hand down his torso and found he was naked. My cock throbbed at the thought and I was thankful again for morning wood! Closing the distance between our bodies, I slid my shorts down my legs and pushed them aside. "Not now, Kenneth..." Dad mumbled in his sleep as I pressed myself against him, letting my dick slide naturally into his furry crack. "Go bother Steven." "Daddy," I whispered into his ear as I moved against his body. "I'm sorry for what I said earlier." "Mason?" "It's me, finally." I said, emphasizing what I was saying by thrusting my hips a bit harder than I had been. "I..." Dad turned over and looked at me, his eyes opening and focusing for a longer moment as if he were wrapping his head around what was happening. There was still a haze of sleep to his actions but he turned over completely and pulled me into his arms. My thickening cock slid up against his and I felt a thrill race through my body. The smell of his body was like opium and boy was I getting high! "Don't you know that no one can take you away from me." He said to me, his hand stroking my hair. "You and Jason are my life. You always have been. Why do you think that I tried so hard to keep the two of you with me all this time and especially in the face of what your mother was capable of." His hand kept at my hair and my cock throbbed harder against him with every stroke of his strong hand. The hair on his chest tickled my nose and I nuzzled in deeper, rubbing my face along his thick forest. The cleft between his pectoral muscles was perfect for my face and I took in a deep breath. Heaven greeted me and I smiled as he continued to reassure me and stroke my hair. His other hand rubbed along my back as he rolled us up a bit so that he could move his arm. I couldn't believe that after so many years of watching him with a stream of guys and listening to him fucking all night that I might finally be going to get my turn at his sweet body, hot cock and everything else that he might have to offer me. He bent his head to me and I looked up at him. His eyes fell on mine and I opened my mouth to say something to him. It was then that I felt his lips fasten on mine, moving, sliding, merging us together. His hands gripped me, tightly. Moans echoed in the tent, his and mine as the kiss deepened and I felt his cock respond to all that was happening. I clutched back at him, holding onto him for dear life, thinking that if I didn't this all might just disappear in a puff of smoke and I'd wake up with a hard-on and a world of frustration. His tongue slid into my mouth and I welcomed it with another, deeper moan. My own tongue slid against his and I ground my crotch into him. If this wasn't a sure sign that I wanted what was happening, I didn't know what would be. "You want this, don't you, Mason?" Dad asked, rolling me onto my back and himself over the top of me. "Isn't that what this has all been about?" He went on, repositioning himself so that his cock was pressed tightly against mine. "Jason said that it was and I don't want to do something you don't want or that you're going to feel badly about, later." "I won't." I told him, holding us together. "And I do want this, Dad. I think I've always wanted this." I heard a rustling to the side of us and saw that Uncle Steven had turned to face the other wall and pulled the sleeping bag up around him. I looked from him to my father and we both had the same idea. I grabbed for my clothes and so did he. When we were armed with shoes, shorts and shirts, Dad and I exited the tent and headed out away from the campfire, my uncles and any interruptions we might encounter if we stayed. This wasn't going to be a quickie -- but something that we could take our time with.