Date: Wed, 19 Sep 2007 01:42:18 -0700 (PDT)
From: Greg <fotogme11@yahoo.com>
Subject: I've Got the Best Family Ch 1

I've Got the Best Family

By: Photo Guy (fotogme11@yahoo.com)

The author copyrights this story, with permission for posting on the Nifty
Archive.  It may not be copied to another website without prior permission
from the author.

This fictional story involves gay sex between family members and their
friends, and it is written solely for the reading enjoyment of people who
aren't offended by material of this type!  If you are underage, or this
type of material is illegal where you live, please leave now.

***

Special thanks to Steve for all of his help with research and proofing this
chapter!

For those of you who have been waiting for this chapter ... I hope you feel
like the wait was worth it!

***

Introduction:

Hi, guys; my name is Ryan ... Ryan Adams.  Some of you may remember me,
from the story my brother Chris wrote and posted to Nifty.  If you read it,
you know that we aren't your ordinary American family.  But we're not weird
or anything ... just different.  I won't tell you all the details of how we
came to be a family.  Chris called the story "I'll Suck You"; and it tells
all about that.  If you're interested in learning more about us, I'll tell
you how you can read about it at the end of this chapter.

But I guess I should tell you a little bit about our family, though.  There
are six of us, and we actually came from four different families.  Chris
... he's fifteen ... and Kaiden, who's thirteen, along with their dad Tim
Matthews came to Colorado to take a vacation with Tim's boyhood friend,
Josh Adams.  He has a ranch where we all live.  Josh was in the process of
adopting me back then.  Tyler Wilson, who's sixteen and just got his
driver's license, is Chris' boyfriend ... but he's also our brother.
Tyler's mom and dad live out here, too.

Sounds confusing, doesn't it?  But it's really not.  Like I said, there's a
whole story that tells how we came to be a family.  I'm a senior in high
school now, but when this story began I was only a little kid of twelve
... almost thirteen and about to start the eighth grade.  Damn, but a lot
has happened since then!

Chapter One:

It was a Saturday afternoon in late July of 2002 ... the twentieth, to be
exact.  My new dad Tim, along with my brothers Chris and Kaiden had just
left the ranch, to head back to Missouri ... where they used to live.  They
were going to say goodbye to their friends, pack up and move out here in
the next couple of weeks.  Because Tim wanted everybody to be moved in and
settled before school started.

I guess I was feeling kinda down.  I mean ... Kaiden and I were more than
just ordinary brothers ... WAY more!  And now I wouldn't be able to see him
for at least two weeks.  And to a twelve year-old guy, two weeks could seem
like an eternity!

We had finished lunch about an hour earlier, and Tyler had gone with his
folks again, to help them unpack.  Before lunch, I'd helped them, but I
didn't feel like emptying boxes this afternoon ... and nobody made me
... so I wandered aimlessly around the house.  Dad (I was still getting
used to the idea of calling him Dad and not Josh) said he had a lot of
paperwork to catch up on, leaving me alone to brood over how much I missed
my brothers.  I guess there was a lot of fun stuff to do downstairs and
outside ... but I didn't feel like doing any of it today!  Anyway, I ended
up by the door to Dad's office.

"There's nothing to do around here ... I'm bored!" I whined, as I slunk
into the office and plopped into one of the chairs.

 Dad looked up from his cluttered desk and smiled.  "You better be careful
when you use those words around THIS ranch!"  He stood up and walked around
his large, wooden desk, before squatting next to my chair.  "I might just
put you to work cleaning out the stables or painting the barn."

I tried to smile at him; I SURE didn't feel like working this afternoon!
"I know," I said.  "It's just that I miss the other guys so much ..."

"Yeah, Ryan, I really miss them too," he commented, as he stood and wrapped
his strong arm around my shoulder, holding my body to his side.

I leaned into his chest and caught a whiff of the aftershave he'd used that
morning.  The scent was almost gone, but it was one that I'd come to
identify with Dad ... back when I'd just called him Josh.  I'd been his
foster kid three or four times over the past couple of years.

"Why don't you saddle up one of the horses?" Dad suggested.  He glanced
toward the clock on his desk and seemed to be thinking for a moment.  "And
maybe head down by the creek ... you remember that spot we found last
summer, don't you?"

The ranch was huge ... but I SURE remembered the place he was talking
about.  We'd gone there several times; and last summer, he'd taught me how
to use landmarks to guide me around the ranch.  I knew I could find the
spot again.

"Yup," I replied, pulling away from Dad and nodding my head.  "That MIGHT
be fun ...  umm ... do you wanna go with me?"

Dad stood up, and sat on the edge of the desk facing me.  "I really would
like to go," he began.  Then he glanced at the pile of papers on the desk.
"But I need to finish a lot of paperwork this afternoon.  It really piled
up while we were on vacation."  He looked at the clock again, before
chuckling like he knew something that he was keeping to himself.  "You head
out there ... and I bet you'll really enjoy it!"

"Well ... I don't know about that," I commented, "but it sure sounds a lot
better than cleaning out the barn!"  I smiled for the first time this
afternoon as I slid out of my chair.

"Now you're looking more like the Ryan I've grown to love!" Dad exclaimed,
giving me a quick hug.  And we talked for a little while longer before I
headed upstairs to my room, feeling a little better.

Last summer, while my mom was going through one of her many rehabs, I spent
a few months with Josh.  One day we were out riding along St. Vrain Creek,
a stream that cut through the ranch, when we came across an old shade tree
with lots of long branches.  Somebody had tied several thick ropes to a
couple of the limbs that spread out over a wide, deep bend in the stream.
And we'd spent hours in the water and swinging on the ropes.  It was a day
I'd never forget!

I decided to put on a pair of old shorts ... cut-off jeans from last year.
I'd gotten used to skinny-dipping while the other guys were here on
vacation, and my butt was almost as dark as my chest and legs.  But for
some reason ... maybe because I was afraid that one of the ranch hands
might stumble across me ... I thought I ought to wear shorts this
afternoon.

The bedroom seemed really empty and quiet without Kaiden in it; and I
sighed as I slipped out of my cargos.  Opening my dresser drawer, I pulled
out the faded and ripped cut-offs. But before I slipped into them, I just
stood in front of the mirror, taking stock of my body.

'You're sure not much to look at!' I thought as I shook my head.  'No
muscles and hardly any hair.'  I raised my skinny arms and looked forlornly
at my bald pits.  But when I glanced at my crotch, I had to smile.  A few
dark brown hairs were beginning to come in.  They still weren't very long
... and there were so few that I could have counted each one; but I was
proud of them anyway!  And I rubbed my hand over them before dropping it to
my limp cock.

My dick wasn't very big, but it wasn't a little-boy prick anymore, either.
So I guess I was moving in the right direction!  A smile tried to cross my
lips, as I stepped into the too-tight pair of shorts.  And it broadened a
little as I posed, noticing how my dark, tanned skin contrasted against the
faded denim.

'Maybe I wasn't so bad looking, after all ...' I popped a boner at the
thought, and I squeezed the tip of my seriously hard dick through the heavy
fabric.  But right now, I wasn't in the mood to jack off.  And after
trudging from the room, I wandered down the stairs.

I suppose Dad must have heard me on the staircase, because by the time I'd
reached the bottom he was coming down the hall from his office.  For a
grown-up, I guess Dad was still pretty young; back then he would have been
thirty-three.  "Try to have a good time this afternoon!"  He glanced at my
crotch and smiled.

I looked down at the bulge in my shorts and tried to smile back at him.
"I'll try ... but I probably won't be able to!" I declared.  "But I've
gotta do SOMETHING to take my mind off of the other guys."

He ruffled my longish brown hair.  "After you get out there, I bet you'll
be surprised at how much fun you have," Dad said with another loving smile.
"Just remember to be home in time for supper!"

"Okay," I said with a sigh.  And I headed out the front door, walking
towards the stables.

Most of the horses seemed to be outside in the heat of this late July
afternoon.  We had a lot of them, but I guess my favorite was a tall red
mare, aptly named Flame.  I picked up a brightly colored blanket, and
removed a saddle from its place in the barn.  After stepping outside, I
hefted it over the top rail of the fence.  And a few minutes later, Flame
was saddled-up and ready to go.

I swung myself up and into the saddle; and spent a moment gazing around the
ranch compound.  It almost seemed deserted; nobody was in sight.  But
several empty cars told me that people were around somewhere.  Clucking my
tongue, I pressed my heels against the horse's flank.  And Flame started
off at a fast walk towards a gate in the fence that encircled this part of
the ranch.  Just being on the back of this powerful animal changed my
demeanor.  And I was actually enjoying myself as we galloped across the
open fields.

After several minutes, I stopped to get my bearings.  The Front Range was
off in the distance, and I zeroed-in on one of the closer foothills with a
really unique outcropping of rocks that I remembered from last summer.  The
creek flowed down from the Rockies and around the base of this hill before
wandering across the prairie for parts unknown.  And in several minutes, I
was riding along the bank of the stream.

The scenery began to look familiar; and I knew I had to be getting close to
the spot.  I urged Flame forward.  And when we rounded a bend in the
riverbed, I began to hear voices in the distance.  It sounded like at least
a couple of people were splashing around and enjoying themselves in the
crystal-clear water.

Gently, I pulled back on the reins, bringing Flame to a halt.  And quietly,
I hopped off.  A couple of other horses were nibbling on the lush, green
grass near the water, and in no time, Flame joined them, feasting on the
tender vegetation.

A naked, dark-skinned Mexican boy, who looked to be around my age or maybe
a little younger, was swinging on one of the ropes ... way out over the
water.  As I peered out from behind a large bush, he let go of the rope.

"Fu-u-u-u-uck!" he shouted, as he fell into the river, disappearing under
the surface for a moment.  When his head popped back up, he started
speaking loudly to someone ... half in Spanish and half in English.  All
the while, he seemed to be laughing.  And then, he swam towards the bank.

I just stood there watching the scene before me unfold, as another guy
popped out from behind the tree.

"I bet YOU won't swing that high and then let go," the boy who'd just
dropped into the water said, as he reached the shore.

"What do you bet me?" the second guy asked.

I couldn't hear the answer, but I could tell that the two boys were
discussing it among themselves.  As I watched them, it was obvious that
they were identical twins ... and I thought I remembered seeing one, or
maybe both of them around the ranch in the past. We had (and still have) a
large ranch just north of Boulder, Colorado.  Several ranch hands worked
for us full-time and lived on the ranch.  Some of the guys were pretty
young and didn't have families.  But others of them had wives and kids.
Even though I'd spent several months with Josh off-and-on as a temporary
foster kid, I never really got to know any of the people who worked on the
ranch.  I guess I always thought that I'd only be there for a little while
... so why go to the effort of making friends only to have to leave them
behind when my mom sobered up and wanted me back.

Anyway, I just stood there beside the bush and watched them goof around
with each other.  I'd never seen a pair of twins who looked so much alike!
From their dark brown, medium-length wavy hair to their deep brown skin and
eyes.  Every once-in-a-while, I'd catch a glimpse of their packages, and
both boys had a nice-sized crop of thick, dark pubes.  And even from a
distance, the dark hair on their legs was apparent ...  I suppose I must
have been staring at them for quite a while, because when they noticed me,
they stopped playing around in the water and stared back.

After nodding to his brother, one of the guys turned to me and said, "Hey!"
with a smile on his deeply tanned face.

I tried to return the smile.  "Hi, yourself!" I answered, as I slowly
closed the distance between the edge of the water and myself.

"Haven't I seen you around here before?" the boy asked, after swimming
closer to shore and standing up in the clear, waist deep stream.  Rivulets
of water dripped from his slightly muscled, dark-skinned torso, before he
crossed his arms over his chest.

"Maybe," I called out to him, as I squatted next to the bank.  "Josh used
to be my foster dad a couple of times in the past.  But now he's adopting
me ... so I'll be living here ALL the time, from now on."  I was quiet for
a moment, as I sat on a large rock near the shore.  And after slipping off
my Nikes, I dangled my feet in the water.  Finally, I smiled broadly.  "My
name's Ryan, and I'm really glad to meet you guys!"

"Same here ... I'm David ... David Lopez," the guy closest to me said.
"And ugly over there is my baby brother, Carlos!"  He laughed towards his
brother, and then flashed his white teeth at me in a big smile.

I had to chuckle back at him.  Like I told you, David and Carlos were
identical twins ... and they were far from ugly in my book!  "I've never
met two guys before," I said, while shaking my head, "who looked so much
like each other."

"You think so?" David asked with a puzzled look on his face.  "People tell
us that all the time ... but there are lots of differences between us."

"Yeah, I can't see why people have such a hard time telling us apart,"
Carlos added.  Then he swam past his brother, before wading closer to shore
and sitting on a submerged rock a few feet from me.  It was the first time
I'd heard him speak, and he sounded just like David to me.  "After you get
to know us, it'll probably be easy for you."

David splashed into the shallow water and sat down next to his brother.

"I don't know about that," I replied with a shake of my head.  "Won't you
at least give me a hint?"

Carlos and David looked at each other and they each laughed the same laugh.
"No!" they said in unison.  "But it's not hard ... really it's not," Carlos
continued.

I gazed from one to the other; and decided right then and there, that now I
had at least one goal while Chris and Kaiden were away.  I was going to
find out the differences between David and Carlos, or at least enough to
let me tell them apart.  It might be hard, but I thought it could be fun,
too.

"So tell me," I began, "how old are you guys, anyway?"  Both guys had
really hairy legs and a nice-sized bush, but they seemed to be shorter than
me.

"We're fourteen," David replied, and he flashed his winning smile at me
again.

"Then I guess you'll be starting high school next month," I continued.

"Nah ... for some goofy reason, Mom held us back a year, and we didn't
start first grade until we were seven," Carlos said.

"Oh," I responded ... and then my face brightened, "So both of you'll be in
eighth grade with me and my brother, Kaiden."

"I guess so," David commented.  "You must be thirteen, then."

"Well, I WILL be in a few weeks," I said.  "I've always been one of the
youngest boys in my class."

"And this Kaiden kid is your brother?" David asked.  "Is he the guy you
were riding with the other day?"

"Yeah," I laughed.  It sounded like these guys had been watching us ... and
probably wondering who we were.  "He's my new brother, and his dad's moving
into the ranch house with Josh and me.  Kaiden's one of the most awesome
guys you'll ever meet."

The brothers glanced at each other, and a special look seemed to pass
between them.  I guess it was a twin's thing ... I wasn't sure what it
meant, but maybe I'd be able to discover some of that stuff, too.

"Wow ... your family sounds really complicated," Carlos said, shaking his
head.  "Let me get this straight.  So Josh is adopting you.  And Kaiden's
dad is moving in with Josh ... and Kaiden is your brother?"

I nodded my head.  "Then there's Chris, too.  He's Kaiden's older brother
... he's fifteen," I added.  "And of course, there's Tyler ..."

"Who's Tyler?" Carlos asked.

"Well, he's probably back at the guesthouse right now, helping his folks
move in ... if you guys want to meet him later," I responded.  "His dad and
Tim are going to set up a photo business out here on the ranch."  After
pausing for a moment, I continued, "Tyler's a really good friend of Chris,
but we all love him like he's our brother!"

Carlos and David looked at each other again, and a curious smile crossed
both of their faces.  "I never heard of a fuckin' loco family like yours,
before!" David said.

I had to laugh at THAT comment.  If only he knew how true his last sentence
had been!  "Well, I suppose maybe we are a little different, but I wouldn't
trade those guys for any other family on earth!"  That was quite a
statement ... but I meant every word of it!  I could sense that David and
Carlos wanted to hear more, but I just shook my head.  "I guess you'll just
have to learn about us, like I have to learn how to tell the two of you
apart!"

"That sounds fair enough," David said, after standing up and wading the
last few feet to shore.  "Now ... why don't you lose those shorts and join
us?"

"Hey ... you're uncut, like Tyler!" I blurted out as I stood up and
unbuttoned my cutoffs.  David's cock wasn't all that much longer than mine,
but the shaft was a lot heavier looking.

He laughed at me.  "Out here on the ranch, a lot of us guys are uncut."

And Carlos stood up, as if on cue, to confirm the statement.  From what I
could tell, both guys appeared to be identical in the cock department.

"Damn ..." I responded as I unzipped my shorts.

My dick must have liked what it had been hearing ... and I guess maybe it
wanted to get a better look, because when I lowered my shorts it
immediately stood straight up ... tight against my stomach.

David gave out with a little chuckle.

"Sorry guys, but this happens all the time," I answered, shaking my head.
"It's like it's got a mind of it's own."  Only two weeks ago, I'd have been
really embarrassed about getting hard in front of a couple of guys that I
just met.  But after what I'd experienced with my brothers, it didn't
really bother me.  And these guys seemed to be cool with it, so I only
smiled at them.

"Wow ... and your white ass is almost as dark as the rest of your body,"
Carlos laughed.  "I guess you've been doing a lot of skinny-dipping this
summer, too!"

"Well ... at least during the last two weeks," I replied, tossing the
shorts near where I'd kicked off my shoes, earlier.

Each of us took a rope, stepped onto the large knots that were tied in the
bottom, and began to swing out over the water.  There was barely a current
in this part of the creek; and one-by-one, we dropped into the deep water.
We splashed around for a while, and then began to swim back and forth,
following an imaginary course in the water.  They were both good swimmers,
and we had fun racing each other from one spot in the stream to another
... and back again.  I wasn't quite as muscular as them, but I think both
guys were surprised that I made them really work for every lap!

Finally, the three of us waded out of the water.  We'd all had a workout,
but I guess we were in pretty good shape, because none of us was out of
breath.  We joked around with each other, and basically just had a good
time.  I don't know how much time we spent in the stream; but we would swim
for a while, then get out and swing on the ropes, and drop back into the
water.  I was really sorry that I hadn't made an effort to get to know
these guys before today!

"So ... do you guys have any sisters or brothers?" I asked at one point, as
one of the twins and I walked towards shore.

"Yeah," he answered, following me out of the water.  "Liz is the oldest
... and she's away at college; then Robert is sixteen.  He's probably
around the ranch someplace, or off on a date.  Next there's me ... and
Carlito is the baby of the family!"

Carlos slapped his hand against the water, and a giant splash covered
David.  Immediately, David ran back into the stream.  And I just slipped to
one side and watched, as the two brothers laughed and splashed water at
each other.  For a while, it was almost like they forgot I was there.  But
then, one of the guys noticed me ... and both of them began to slap water
in my direction.  Of course, I fought back with a vengeance!

In the end, nobody was the winner; but there weren't any losers, either.  I
guess we all just decided to call it quits, because the three of us waded
towards shore and sat on the bank, under the long shadows from the gnarled,
old tree.

"This afternoon has been AWESOME!" Carlos (at least, I THINK it was Carlos)
exclaimed, while his brother nodded his agreement.  "I'm REALLY glad we
finally met ... and that you'll be living on the ranch from now on."

"Me too!" I declared with a big smile.  As I said it, I felt my dick
getting hard again; and when I glanced down towards it, so did the twins.

Maybe you've heard it said that a yawn is contagious.  Well ... I think a
hard cock is catching, too ... at least among eighth-graders!  In seconds,
all three of us were stiff, as we joked about getting a hard-on and made
lewd comments about each other's dick.

As we were laughing, my right hand crept closer and closer to my throbbing
boyhood, but I hesitated to take it in my fist.  Then I remembered a
conversation I had with Kaiden, before he left this morning.  "Say guys," I
finally began in a halting voice, "do ... do you like to jack-off?"

***

Well guys, this looks like a good place to end chapter one.  I hope you
enjoyed it!  For those of you who've been following this story for the past
year, it really feels good to be back to writing after a few months away
from it!

I have one other story, which was the first in what I hope will be a long
series of stories about these guys.  If you enjoyed this chapter and would
like to read about how this tale began, you might like to check out "I'll
Suck You".  It's in the gay/incest section of Nifty and the final post was
June 25, 2007 (http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/ill-suck-you/).  It's
a long story, but I think it's pretty interesting.  (Of course, I guess I'm
biased!)

If you'd like to send me a comment on this chapter, I'd sure like to hear
from you!  (fotogme11@yahoo.com).  Last spring, I set up a Yahoo Group for
readers of "I'll Suck You".  You might want to join it, if you're
interested in talking to other guys about that story or "I've Got the Best
Family".  (ill_suck_you-subscribe@yahoogroups.com)

Because I'll be on a photo trip next week, it will be two weeks until the
second chapter is posted.  But I'm hoping to post a chapter a week and get
back on a regular schedule, after I return.  Greg