Date: Fri, 22 Oct 1999 12:59:32 GMT
From: Tim Foure <yngtim@hotmail.com>
Subject: "Me and Dad, part 21" (M/t) (incest)

Me and  Dad, part 21
by Tim Foure

If you are under 18 or not permitted access to homosexual erotica where you
live, then you should not read this story. The other usual disclaimers too.

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When I woke up the next morning as Bill came into the room, my hand was no
longer in Jerry's briefs, which I figured was a good thing. But when I
thought about it later, I decided it would probably have been ok with Bill
anyhow.

I was going through my usual slow process of moving toward full
consciousness. Bill said good morning as he reached over me to pull Jerry
out of the bunk. When Jerry's weight was removed, there was a sudden surge
of blood into the previously constricted parts of my body. Memories clicked
into place one by one as my brain moved slowly toward normal operating
speed. I assumed Bill would sit on the edge of the bunk again, which he
did. He was sliding his hand down my belly when Pete, Pat, and Roger ran
into the room.

"We're cold!" one of the twins said, probably Pete. They had their arms
wrapped around each other.

"No wonder!" Bill said.

It was then that I noticed that they were naked. Well, the twins
were. Roger was dressed as usual.  It occurred to me that they must have
taken Roger outside that way unless they had thought to throw on their
coats. But even then, their bare feet and most of their skin would have
been exposed to the weather.

Bill stood up, still clutching and being clutched by Jerry. "Hurry up into
the shower. That's the fastest way to warm up!"

With that the whole crowd disappeared into the bathroom, leaving me to
continue waking up at my usual glacial pace.

The established pattern of Christmas visits to Grandfather's house
continued to hold true.  Christmas day itself offered enough distractions
so that no one became bored. And of course this year Roger increased the
usual number of distractions as he provided the twins with the opportunity
to teach Grandfather a few lessons about how easily plans can go awry. The
day after Christmas, this year a Sunday, was always a letdown, partly in
contrast to the excitement of the day before and partly because the only
thing the group had in common was a genetic connection to Grandmother and
Grandfather or the misfortune of having married someone with that
connection. By the 27th, a grim determination to find something to do to
pass the time set in among the adults. They knew they would be cooped up
here for anything from several more days to another full week, so the need
to find some form of entertainment became paramount. Literally anything
would do, and everything was tried.

One of these entertainments centered on the need to go grocery
shopping. Usually this was something which everyone would avoid if they
could. But by December 27th, grocery shopping was viewed not as a chore to
be done, but as an opportunity to get out of the house and away from the
rest of the family. The grocery list was divided up, each adult asserting
that he or she knew the very place where the best of a particular item
could be obtained. Economy suggested that all go together in one car,
making a circuit of the stores to complete the list. Desperation demanded
that each adult go alone. As many adults could be free from the house as
there were cars to carry them away.

Having joined the ranks of the adults this year by my own choice, I shared
their desperation, but being 14, I didn't share their ability to drive. I
took it for granted that I was stuck in the house.  Then Bill surprised me
by asking me to go with him. I jumped at the chance.

We were the last to leave, mainly because Bill had to convince Jerry that
he really didn't want to go along. I began to get the idea then that Bill
had plans other than shopping which Jerry would have interfered with. I
found that I was right when he pulled onto a gravel road about a mile from
the house and parked out of sight of the main road.

"I owe you one from yesterday," he said. He had started to undo my belt as
he spoke.

There was a sharp contrast between the cold air hitting my crotch as he
pulled my pants and boxers down in one motion and his warm mouth engulfing
my dick. I had barely had time to get hard before he was on me, so my dick
did the last of its growing in his mouth. Since I couldn't reach anything
on his body except his head, I ran my hand over his hair while he sucked my
dick.  He was going for speed, not quality, of orgasm, so he made me cum in
less than three minutes.  But this time he stayed on my dick afterwards
until it began to soften. It was wet but clean of any sign of cum when he
let it drop out of his mouth. I quickly pulled my clothes back together. He
was already pulling out onto the main road as I was buckling my belt.

"I would've done it to you too," I said.

"Later," he said, "on the way back. Ok?"

"Great!" I said, pleased that I would be sucking him off.

"Give you a chance to build up another head of steam that way," he said,
telling me that he would suck me off again too.

I never had thought of how much fun grocery shopping could be if it was the
best possibility available out of a limited group of choices. I certainly
learned a lot about what can be found in a grocery store during the two and
a half hours we spent in that one. But finally we had exhausted its ability
to entertain us and going home actually began to have some appeal. We
visited the same gravel road on the way back.

Having never had sex in a car before (not counting Bill's sucking me off
three hours earlier), I was perplexed to discover that the steering wheel
had an alternative function as a chastity belt, making it impossible for me
to get my head in his lap to suck his dick while he sat in the driver's
seat.  We crawled over the seat into the back, no mean trick with your
pants and shorts around your knees. Getting into a position which would
make each other's dick accessible was even more of a problem. We both ended
up naked from the waist down.

I jerked more of his dick than I sucked because it was far too big for me
to get anything past the head into my mouth. I tried to make it feel good
and to make it last. However, years of training had given him a hair
trigger, so he came quickly. He did let me continue to lick on it until it
was down to half hard. In return, he tried to make it last for me too, but
he was like Chris had been before. All of his instincts drove him to get to
the main event as quickly as possible. I thought it was over in a hurry, so
I was amazed when he told me how surprised he was that I could hold out for
so long. I wondered what sex must be like for Linda since I had always
heard that women needed long slow sex to have an orgasm, and it didn't seem
likely that she got that from Bill. But whatever they did, it must have
worked, because they had the three boys.

When we were dressed and back in the front seat, we found that we couldn't
leave because all of the windows were fogged up. While we were waiting for
the defroster to clear the windshield, I began thinking about his sons. I
was curious in particular about why he went to the trouble of putting the
twins in separate bunks.

Bill told me, "We don't at home, but here Father insists on trying to
separate them, so we do it to keep him happy. Never can tell if he might
decide to have a look in the bunk room to say goodnight."

"What about the pajamas?" I asked. "Yesterday I told them to put them back
on before they took Roger out. They would've gone out naked just like they
did today."

"We keep hoping they'll learn to wear clothes, at least around other
people."

"I don't think it's working," I said.

"Me neither," he replied as he put the car into gear.

"It must be wild to have a twin like that," I said. Actually I was thinking
about what sex would be like with a twin brother.

Bill must have been thinking the same thing, because he said, "Yeah, it'll
be something when they get older."

Conversation at dinner went by fits and starts. Every topic had already
been beaten to death. Even Grandfather seemed to have noticed how
repetitive he was. The remainder of the evening was spent staring at the
tv. No one cared what was on, just as long as something was.

At the boys' bedtime I went along to help Bill. I played my assigned role
in drying them off, aided again by Roger. As he was drying Pete's genitals,
it crossed my mind that when they got older Pete and Pat were going to like
that a lot more than they did now.

I passed the time waiting for Bill to return after bedding down the boys by
actually taking a shower. I was just rinsing off when he came back. I
dropped to my knees as he took off his robe, making it clear that I wanted
to go first. He walked over to me and shoved his dick into my mouth. He
wasn't hard yet, so I got about two-thirds of it in. There was no room left
to do any real work with my tongue except to provide some wet motion
against the sides of his dick while it was inside my mouth. He got hard
quickly, causing me to back off of his dick to avoid being choked. I
wondered if I would ever be able to take it down my throat as I had done my
dad's a few times when I was very excited, but then I realized that there
would probably never be a opportunity to get that excited in the time Bill
had available. He came just as quickly as he always had before. He wasn't
even completely finished dripping when he pulled his dick out of my mouth.

I was glad to stand up then since the tiles were hard against my knees. As
soon as my dick came into reach, Bill began to jerk it. A minute later he
dropped to the floor, sitting there and sucking it. I gave in right away,
letting him rush me to an orgasm because I knew he didn't have much time. I
was still completely hard when he jumped up and started pulling his clothes
on to join the other adults watching tv. I decided to go to bed instead of
going back down stairs.

Jerry was waiting for me in his bunk. He asked me immediately if he could
sleep with me, which I had expected, so I told him he could. He swung down
to my bunk, revealing as he did so that he was naked.

"No underwear tonight?" I whispered to him.

"Is that ok?" he whispered back.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said. I hadn't put my boxers on yet and I was trying
to decide if I needed to bother. If I wore them, I would be the only one in
the room who wasn't naked, considering that Roger was either always naked
or always dressed, depending on your point of view. I also wondered what
Bill would think. Then I decided it wouldn't matter to him, so I put the
clean boxers back in the drawer and slid into the bunk with Jerry.

Jerry pressed his chest, belly, crotch, and legs against my left side as
soon as I was in the bunk. I felt his left hand on my right hip bone, not
far from my dick. I could feel the anticipation in his body after we
settled, and even though he hadn't asked me, I said, "Yeah, go ahead."

His hand slid over the short distance to my dick and grasped it around the
shaft. He started rubbing the head with his thumb. I realized this time
that he was used to rubbing his dad's dick head with his thumb to
distribute the precum.

"Will I get hair here like my dad and you?" he asked, rubbing his wrist in
my pubic hair so I would know where he meant.

"Sure will, all guys do when they grow up." I replied.

"When will it start to grow?"

"Dunno for sure," I answered. "I just started growing it about a year and a
half ago. Before that I didn't have any either."

"Yours is getting big now, " he told me.

My dick had decided it liked what he was doing to it and was coming out to
play. I could feel my hardon growing in his hand. Cumming so quickly when
Bill had sucked me off left me ready to cum again. Before I had started
having sex with my dad, cumming quickly like that would have been
completely satisfying, but now it left something to be desired.

"Yeah, I know."

"How big does it get?"

"You'll find out in a minute," I said.

He chuckled. "Mine's getting big too."

"I know, I can feel it." His dick had in fact gotten hard against my side
and he was starting to hump it very slightly against my hip. My arm was
under him, so I wiggled my hand around between us until I had hold of his
dick. I started rubbing it with my fingertips.

"That feels great!" he told me.

"Shh, don't get too loud," I whispered to him. "Move you crotch back some
so I can move my hand easier."

He did, giving me plenty of room, so I changed my grip on his dick so that
I had my hand wrapped around it and could jerk it with very short
strokes. As soon as he felt what I was doing, he started doing the same
thing to me. I was thinking that if he got me close enough, I would go into
the toilet to finish. That thought went away when he asked, "Can you make
the white stuff come out of yours?"

"How do you know about that?" I asked him.

"The last time I touched my dad's, a lot of it came out of his. It got all
over me."

"Did he tell you what that was?"

"Yeah," he answered. "He said once upon a time I was in that stuff until he
put me in my mom and I was born. That stuff doesn't come out of mine. Does
it come out of yours?"

"Yeah, it does."

"Can I make yours do it?"

"Wait and see."

"He said it feels really really good when that stuff comes out."

"Yeah it does," I answered. I was trying to decide if I wanted to let him
jerk me off. The longer he stroked my dick, the surer I was that I did.

"Mine feels really really good if I rub it for a long time, but nothing
comes out."

"How long does that take?"

"I think it is going to be real soon," he replied.

And to prove his word, about a minute later he jerked suddenly and then
froze for a few seconds.  Then he relaxed and continued to jerk my dick.

"Did it just happen to you then?" I asked.

"Yeah. Can I make the white stuff come out of yours now?"

"Ok, go ahead. Just keep doing what you're doing."

"I know how," he replied, making me think that he and Bill had done it more
than just that one time.

Since I had just cum in his dad's mouth about forty minutes earlier, there
wasn't a lot of cum, which was fortunate since there wasn't anything to
clean it up with. It ended up on the sheet.  After that we both drifted off
to sleep, Jerry still holding my limp dick in his hand.

The next thing I knew, Bill was lifting Jerry over me. I tried to wake up
as fast as I could, which wasn't going to be very fast no matter what I
did. I noticed that it was barely light out, so it had to be very
early. Roger and the twins were still wrapped up in their litter formation,
although I could see a glint in Roger's eyes so I knew he was actually
awake. Jerry wrapped himself around his dad and laid his head on his
shoulder. Bill sat down on the edge of the bunk, sliding his knee up onto
it.

I felt him slide his hand under the covers and across my hip to my dick. I
wasn't hard, but he grasped my dick in his fist anyhow and tried to massage
it. He was rewarded by a growing hardon. I slid my hand up his leg to his
crotch. His dick was hard and already sticking out of the fly. He must have
gotten it out before he lifted Jerry. I started stroking his dick
immediately, just as he did mine. Since I hadn't been awake very long, I
didn't know if I was going to be able to cum at all, much less as quickly
as he probably wanted me to. Bill didn't have that problem, shooting into
my hand in almost no time. He continued to work on my dick until I said, "I
don't think I can do it now."

He let go of my dick immediately. "I'll owe you. Can you go back to sleep?"

I knew I could. "Yes."

With that he stood up and bent over, letting Jerry back down toward the
bunk. When I saw what he was doing, I pulled the sheet and blanket back so
Jerry wouldn't be laying on top of them.  After he was on his back on the
bunk, Bill peeled his arms and legs from around him. Jerry rolled over on
his side and laid his arm and leg across me. Bill pulled the sheet and
blanket over him and said, "Later." Then he left.

Meanwhile, I had a handful of Bill's cum that I had to get rid of. And
since Jerry was laying on my arm, I only had limited range of motion to do
it with. Finally I just put my wet hand on Jerry's butt and rubbed it
around. I figured it was the same cum that made him, so it wouldn't do him
any harm.  Then I went back to sleep.

Bill was there the second time I woke up too, trying to get the twins into
pajamas so they could take Roger out. It was much lighter outside. After
the twins left, Bill pulled the covers back and went to lift Jerry off of
me. We both discovered at the same time that I had a piss hardon and Jerry
had hold of it.

"Just like his dad," Bill said as he laughed a little bit.

I just smiled at him as he got Jerry to let go of my dick.

Bill sat on the side of my bunk again, but this time he didn't reach for my
dick. I figured there was no point in reaching for his either, and I wasn't
really much in the mood anyhow. He had started rubbing Jerry's back very
slowly. Since Jerry was naked, his rubbing took in his butt as well. His
hand came into contact with a dried patch of cum almost right away.

"Mine or yours?" he asked.

"Yours. I didn't have any place else to put it," I replied.

"Ok," he said. He didn't seem bothered by it.

We stayed as we were, saying nothing, until the twins came back into the
room. Then he herded them into the bathroom, still carrying Jerry in his
arms.

That day, a Tuesday, was an even duller repetition of the day before since
there wasn't even a shortage of groceries around which to build an
escape. I spent a part of the day reading, content in the knowledge that I
would be away from there and with my dad the next day. Mom also had a bit
of good luck occur in the form of a telephone call from Charlie. He had
already made a date with her for New Year's Eve, so she knew she wouldn't
have to stay over the weekend. But he called to ask her to attend a
function with him Thursday night as well. This meant she wouldn't come back
after she took me home on Wednesday.

Grandfather was of two minds about her departure. On the one hand, he
wanted his family gathered about him throughout the holiday season. But on
the other hand, he wanted mom to develop a relationship with Charlie, which
I am sure he saw leading to a suitable marriage. In the end the dreams of
an eventual marriage won out and mom was allowed to stay at home after she
took me. There was some grumbling about the unreasonableness of mom having
to take me to my dad on Wednesday when it was more convenient for her to
take me on Thursday, but since she wanted to get away from there as much as
I did, she fabricated a story about tickets my dad had bought for him and
me for that day, so she was given permission to go. That was a very good
thing, because I certainly had no intention of staying there one minute
longer than was necessary, and I was prepared to make a considerable fuss
over any attempt to make me do so.

Before lunch Bill organized a walk through the woods for the kids, Melissa
and Sue included, and I went along to help out, but we had to rush back to
the house after only a few minutes when it began to rain. I played games
with Jerry most of the afternoon. I think that by that night we had used up
his interest in the ones he had been given that Christmas. In the evening
we watched tv again.

When Bill told the boys it was bedtime, I got up to go along as well. I
didn't want to miss sex with Bill, even if it was going to be just a
quickie. We waited while the twins gave Roger his last chance outside, and
then we went up to the bunk room. All three boys were naked by the time
Bill got to the bunk room. This time I watched Bill as he washed the boys
instead of paying attention to his dick. He washed them with soap and his
bare hand, not with a washcloth.  Knowing from the night before that he and
Jerry had jerked each other off at least that one time that Jerry had told
me about, I was surprised that neither of them got hard when he washed
Jerry's dick. I knew that I would have probably gotten hard if I had been
doing the washing and I certainly would have if I had been the one being
washed.

When Bill came back after putting the boys to bed, he told me he was sorry
I was leaving. I was truthful and told him I wasn't. He just laughed as I
began to suck his dick. He returned the favor a few minutes later. It
couldn't have been more than ten or twelve minutes between the time he came
back into the shower room and the time he left.

I took a long shower after he was gone, trying to decide whether I wanted
to jerk myself off or wait and let Jerry do it again. I was sure he would
if I gave him the opportunity. I worked on my dick with a thick lather for
a little while, but in the end I decided to let Jerry finish it for me.

I wasn't disappointed either. He was already in my bunk when I came out of
the bathroom and, as I discovered when I slid into the bunk, naked too. His
hand went to my dick before I even had the covers pulled up.

"It's big already," he said.

I had about a half a hardon from stroking it in the shower. It was probably
hot to the touch and about as thick as it would get without actually being
bone hard. He went immediately to his standard grip, fingers around the
shaft and thumb on top of the head. I thought again that he and Bill must
have had more than the one experience he told me about.

I got him to move so I could reach his dick more easily. Then I grasped it
as I had the night before. He was very hard.

When I touched it, he said, "I already been touching it."

"I can tell," I answered. "How long?"

"When dad put me in bed."

"Did he put you in my bunk?" I asked.

"Yeah, he said I was gonna sleep here anyhow. He put Pete and Pat in Pete's
too. He didn't even make them put on their pajamas."

That explained how Bill got back into the bathroom so quickly. It also made
me realize that by delivering a naked Jerry who was already stroking
himself into my bed, he was making it very clear that whatever happened
between us was ok with him. I decided to make Jerry very glad he was there.

"You ever get the feeling, the really really good one, more than one time?"
I asked

"No, I never did."

"How about if we try to do it twice tonight?"

"Great!" he said, a bit too loudly.

"Shhh," I told him. "Are you going to get it soon?"

"Yeah, I think real soon!" he whispered.

"Ok, then just hold mine and let me touch you, ok?"

"Ok!" he said and he stopped stroking my dick.

I rubbed him in the same way I had the night before. He had clearly worked
himself close to a dry orgasm already, because it only took a little
stroking before he went rigid for the few seconds his pleasure lasted.

"Feel good?" I asked in a whisper.

"Yeah!" he whispered back. "Can I do it to you now?"

"We'll both do it," I told him.

He began jerking my dick again and I continued on his. I hadn't actually
stopped even while he was rigid. It took a little while before I was ready,
but when I felt the warning signs, I told him I was about to cum. He
speeded up his stroke a little, and I came.

I had plans for the cum, so I had lifted the covers off of my crotch so
none would hit the sheet.  When I was finished, I got him to wipe the cum
from his hand onto mine. I got what dribbled onto my belly too. Then I told
him that I was going to rub it into his dick.

"It'll be like I made the white stuff. I'll be just like you and dad!" he
said, the excitement clear in his voice.

It didn't take long to give him his second dry orgasm. Since he bucked
after he went rigid and it seemed to last longer than it did the first
time, I thought the pleasure he got was probably more intense. He verified
my guess a minute later by telling me that that had been "the best one
ever."

He settled against my side when I released his dick, so I felt the wetness
from my cum on his dick as it made contact with my hip. I got used to it in
a few minutes and went off to sleep.

To be continued.
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