Date: Sat, 20 Jun 2020 15:18:19 +0200 From: Phoenix Subject: Marrying Marty's Dad (Category: Incest) Chapter 1: "Don't Wake Marty Up"All my stories + illustrations: phoenix-stories.com (In this story, you are a male character engaged to a man named Duncan. You are just about to meet his son Marty.) "Hey honey," Duncan walks up from behind you just as you've finished getting dressed. You close your eyes and let him embrace you. By the smell, you can tell he's fresh out the shower. "Mmm. I thought you said we don't have much time?" you say slowly with your eyes closed, as he starts kissing the back of your neck. "Nevermind all that," he whispers in your ear before giving it a nibble and continuing to go lower. "He'll be here any secooond," you tease, and you put your hands on the sides of his naked body. You start gliding them down his wet torso, feeling him twitch for a second when you hit his ticklish spot. As if you'd predicted it, there's a loud knock on the door downstairs. "Shit!" Duncan quickly pulls away and runs to get dressed. "Don't worry, I can go answer the door." "No, I gotta do it," he says, hopping on one leg, trying to put a sock on. Another knock, making him move even more frantically. "Okay," he says once he's put his clothes on, "I'll go let him in, and you come down in a few minutes. Or d'you want me to text you when it's safe to come down?" "'Safe'?! What is he, armed and dangerous?" "No, d-don't be silly. I j-just... You're right. I'll see you in a few." He gives you a quick kiss before turning to head out the room, but you hold him back by his hands. You can feel them sweating a bit already. "Don't worry. Everything's gonna be alright," you reassure him, and seal it with a proper kiss. "Don't get me boned up," he smiles at you and adjusts his bulge in his pants, before rushing out the bedroom. You hear two loud "heys" echo from downstairs, followed by a quieter, unintelligible conversation. You pace around the room, feeling silly that you have to wait before going down. "Ah, I'm sure he's told him by now," you think impatiently three minutes later and head downstairs. "And there he is," Duncan jumps off the couch when you walk into the living room. He introduces you to the boy sitting next to him, before turning to you and adding, "and this is my son, Marty." "Nice to meet you, Marty," you say, offering him your hand. -- "Well, you weren't kidding when you said you got a surprise," Marty says after the three of you all sit around the table. You are the first male lover Marty's dad has introduced to him. You sit and smile, unsure how much Duncan has already shared. "Yeah, it just felt like the right time to tell you," Marty's dad says to him while pouring a drink for everyone. "You'll be staying here for the summer, and... well..." "And what? Don't tell me there's more," Marty laughs. You and Duncan look at each other, sitting together on the couch. "Your father asked me to marry him," you take Duncan's hand as you speak to his son, "and I said yes. We'll be getting married later in the summer." "Th-- This summer?!" Marty stutters, reminding you of his father when he gets nervous. "Yes," Duncan squeezes your hand. "It's not gonna be a big wedding or anything, just family. So we... We wanted to do it while you're here, before you go back to college." It takes a few seconds for this to sink in; you can clearly see the shock on Marty's face as he tries to pull himself together. "Well... Congratulations!" he finally reacts, doing his best to act nonchalant. He puts his drink in the air and says "to you two." You lift your glass and lock eyes with him, making intense eye contact as you clink glasses. The remainder of the evening is spent mostly talking about Marty's time in school. At the dinner table, you catch him looking down at you holding his father's hand several times. "And are you seeing anyone, Marty?" you ask coyly. "No," he looks down at his food as he answers. "My girlfriend and I broke up earlier this spring." "Oh well," you add, "maybe it's for the best. Leaves room for a summer fling." Marty finally looks up and makes eye contact again. You shoot him a wink, and get a smile in response. -- After dinner, Marty announces he's gonna take a shower and go to his room for the night. Duncan insists on being the one to clean up the kitchen. After a few minutes, you get up and you go up to the shared bathroom. "Oops, sorry! Didn't know you were here already," you say awkwardly as you walk in on Marty in the bathroom upstairs. He's standing over the toilet and doesn't flinch. He's just finished taking a piss, and he flushes the toilet and puts away his cock before turning around. "No worries. I should've locked the door," he says friendlily, standing in front of you in just his underwear, a pair of tight boxer briefs. You've barely known him for a couple hours and you already get to see him in next to nothing! You try not to get distracted by the full bulge sticking out in the front of his boxer briefs. "I just wanted to make sure there's towels in here," you say, trying to sound casual, holding a stack of clean towels. You walk inside the bathroom and close the door behind you so you can put the towels down on the shelf. "Thank you. That's nice of you," Marty casually leans back against the sink to sit on it. In the mirror behind him, you see his muscular ass cheeks perked up against the sink, like two scoops of ice cream overflowing from the cone. You're about to turn around and leave, but this is the first moment the two of you get to speak alone, so you decide to make the most of it and use the opportunity to bond. He is going to be your step-son soon, after all. "I heard you had a really good football season this year," you say to him. "Congratulations." "How do you know that?" Marty smiles. "I'm screwing your coach," you crack a joke. That makes him laugh, which causes him to flex his abs. Or is he doing it on purpose? Either way, you're impressed by how amazingly fit this boy's body is. His dad has shown you plenty of photos proudly, but Marty looks even better in person, especially with so much skin and muscle on display. "Your father told me, obviously," you say. "I didn't know you two talk about me." "Oh yeah, all the time. He complains how he could never raise you to lock the bathroom door." "Ha!" Marty laughs again, flexing his muscles some more. This time, his perky pecs bounce as he speaks to you. "Well good thing I didn't. Otherwise I might end up with no towel. What do I do then, just walk out naked?" "Yeah, that would be... embarrassing," you say, barely blinking. By now, Marty's hooked one thumb on the waistband of his boxer briefs, pulling the low-cut underwear even lower. It's a casual, rugged stance; and he probably doesn't even know that he's exposing a bit of his pubic hair. "I'll see you around," he says to you, a smile on his face. Or is it more of a smirk? "Yeah. S-see you," it's your turn to stutter now. -- "Well last night went well!" Duncan says the following morning as he's serving you breakfast. "Aha," you mumble, too sleepy still to say anything else. "I think Marty took it well. All things considered, of course. Maybe I should've introduced you to him earlier. You're the first man I've ever gotten serious with, and I'm springing that AND the engagement on him at the same time. Do you think it was too much?" "Duncan, honey: you're spinning. And I'm sleepy. Everything is alright." "I just hope Marty's fine." "Oh, he's fine alright." Your fiancé misses your comment as he pours you coffee. "Where is he, anyway?" you ask, taking a few sips of coffee and feeling immediately better. "He's still asleep. I'll be surprised if he gets up before noon. I love that boy, but he can be sucha lazy fuck sometimes." "Mm, that's good. Leaves us more time to... have some fun." As Duncan stands right next to you in his underwear and a T-shirt serving you breakfast, you're less interested in eating and more interested in him. Instead for the food in front of you, you reach for Duncan's dick. // All my stories + illustrations: phoenix-stories.com "Mmm," you hear Duncan moan as you give his cock a squeeze through his underwear. "Is that what you want for breakfast?" He leans down and the two of you begin kissing. You feel his tongue in your mouth as you start to get up off the chair, sitting down on the table instead and tilting back further and further as Duncan moves in, pushing you back while kissing you. You hook your fingers in the bottom of his T-shirt and with one swift move you take it off. The passion heating up, you hold your lover's face with both hands before sliding them down to his arms and giving his biceps a firm squeeze. Your back is now flat on the tabletop, as Duncan continues to kiss you, both of your heart rates accelerating. You go for his chest and pinch his nipples, twisting and turning them as he grunts "yeah." You feel his smell fill up your nostrils; he hasn't taken his morning shower yet. Reaching down, you finally get ahold of his cock again and you're happy to see your kissing has made it hard. You squeeze it and start stroking it; it's a little dry at first but it doesn't take him long to start leaking precum. He's always been heavy on the precum! It gets all over your fingers and you keep using it to jerk off his rock-hard cock, feeling it pulsate in your hand. Still kissing, you pull down your own underwear and reach between your asscheeks, using Duncan's precum to lube up. "You want it here?" he teases you. Sure, you've fucked in the kitchen before, but that was when it was just the two of you in the house. "Aha," you nod, feeling your heart racing. All the sleepiness you were feeling mere minutes ago is now out the window. "Just keep it down, okay?" Duncan asks of you, before grabbing both of your legs behind your knees and propping them up. He gives you one final kiss, his saliva dripping down in your mouth, before retreating his head and going down, burying his face between your asscheeks. "Mmm," you moan out quietly, as promised. You close your eyes and enjoy the feeling of Duncan's tongue on the outside of your hole. You feel him rimming it, going in little by little. His hands let go of your legs and move to your ass, spreading your cheeks wider, giving him access to your insides. "Ah!" you try to keep it down but it's not as easy now that Duncan's tongue is inside your ass, his fingertips holding your hole wide open. You feel one of his hands let go, and by the smacking sound that follows, you can tell he's stroking his cock, glazed in his own precum. You open your eyes, tilting your head to the side, and just then... on the shiny surface of the refrigerator... you see Marty's reflection. Duncan's son is standing on the stairs, hiding behind the wall, wearing nothing but the underwear he probably slept in. You're not sure if he was just headed down to get some water, or if you and his dad were so loud that you woke him up. Either way, he seemed to be standing still and eavesdropping now, definitely able to hear everything going on. It takes you a couple of seconds to understand what's going on. Just as you wonder if you should tell Duncan his son can hear you, you feel his dick push up against your hole. "AAH!" you moan out loudly. You were distracted and not quite ready for it. "Shhh," Duncan soothes you. "Don't wake Marty up," he whispers as his cock starts to slide deeper inside you. Your hole pulsing, you feel him stretch it out as he glides his dick inside it, lubed up with his precum. You bite your lip, trying to hold yourself back from shouting out. Even if you wanted to let Duncan know about Marty now, you find it hard to speak with his cock thrusting in; soon enough, he's in balls-deep. "Fuck!" you swear quietly, closing your eyes for a second. When you open them again, you half-expect not to see Marty's reflection anymore; maybe it was all in your hear. But nope, sure enough: he's still standing there, listening to his father fuck you. "Fuck me!" you say out loud. "Yeah? Fuck yes!" Duncan grunts at you, picking up speed and starting to thrust harder. He leans back down toward you and starts kissing you again, his hips never missing a beat all the while. "Marty is here and he can hear us," you want to say, but all you can let out is "Mmm, mmm," as Duncan invades your hole with his dick and your mouth with his tongue, leaving you breathless. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum soon!" Duncan grunts loudly, unable to control himself. "Fuck yeah, load me up," you beg, your eyes rolling back uncontrollably. You're at that wild point where nothing else matters anymore. "Fuck yeah! Take that load! Take my fucking load," Duncan says to your face. You feel his breath on your face as he pumps faster and faster, going deeper inside your ass with each thrust. You can't tilt your head or see much, but out the corner of your eye you glance at the fridge again. Yup: Marty's still there, listening in. "Fuck! AAAH!" Duncan grunts out loudly, as you feel his load fill up your hole. He pulls up and rests his hand around your neck, choking you gently as he shoots his cum deep inside you. "Take that fucking load! Ah, fuck. Fucking take it. Ah yeah." It takes a couple of minutes for both of you to calm down from Duncan's explosive morning orgasm. His cock still inside you, he leans down and rests his elbows on the table, so as not to crush you under his body weight. You cuddle and laugh together. You feel like you're multitasking, keeping track of everything going on. When you look toward the fridge again, you see Marty's no longer there. Yet you are certain he was there until the very end... "What is this kid playing at?" you begin to wonder. This is a Choose Your Own Action story with multiple paths. To choose another path and check out all my other stories + illustrations: phoenix-stories.com Don't forget to support Nifty: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html