Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2005 20:56:07 -0400
From: badgod69@aol.com
Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS, Pt. 10

Mike told us that evening at dinner how he'd walked in on Toby screwing
Melissa, the 22 year-old girl that Mike had recently met.  He said that he
could hear them as he walked down the hallway to the bedroom, yet he didn't
really think they were going at it, probably just laughing and playing
around.

But when he opened his bedroom door he saw Toby with his shorts bunched up
around his ankles and his t-shirt off, exuberantly pumping away on top of
Melissa who was lying pretty much motionless underneath him.  Mike said
Toby looked like a snake slithering around on top of her while his little
white ass pumped back and forth.

Mike said he'd watched for a few seconds while his junk thickened in his
jeans and then backed out and shut the door.  He said he could tell Toby
was pretty close to busting his nut so he just sat on the top step and
waited for them to finish up.

Not long after, he heard them whispering and giggling and moving around
behind the door.  Toby opened the door and stepped out into the hallway as
he was pulling his t-shirt over his head.  The second his eyes emerged over
the collar he spotted Mike.  He shut the door, grinned at Mike and gave a
hushed "whew!" as he started to scamper down the stairs but Mike grabbed
him by the back of his collar and asked him how he'd managed to fuck
Melissa so easily, a feat Mike hadn't yet attempted.

Toby later told Mike that he'd actually been on his way upstairs to fuck
around with Adam and Lily, both of whom had recently celebrated their 8th
birthdays, but had popped a boner as soon as Melissa came into the house
and sat on the sofa in the living room waiting for Mike to come home.  My
wife Sherry chatted with the girl for a few minutes and offered her a cool
drink while she waited, but Melissa declined, explaining that she'd only
dropped by to say hello and had to leave soon anyway.

As soon as Melissa was alone in the living room staring at the TV, our 11
year-old Toby sauntered into the room and started charming the (under)pants
off her.  He said he could tell that Melissa thought he was "hecka cute"
(as Toby phrased it) and after a few minutes asked her if she wanted to
wait for Mike in his bedroom, suggesting that they might play some video
games on Mike's system while she waited for him to arrive.

Melissa was clearly charmed and disarmed by Toby and followed him upstairs
into Mike's room.  They flopped down on Mike's bed, shoulder-to-shoulder,
and began playing a video game.  After a few minutes of gaming, Toby said
he'd leaned over and kissed Melissa full on the lips.  She was startled and
didn't respond, but quickly recovered her wits and gently pushed him away,
laughing and asking him how he'd learned to kiss like that.

"From watching Mike and my other brothers," Toby had replied.

Melissa laughed and told him he was a good kisser and that he'd make some
lucky girl really happy when he grew up.

Toby said he smiled like an angel at her and leaned in for another kiss.
At first, Melissa resisted a bit, pushing him off and saying he was too
young to do this.  But Toby ignored her and continued kissing her throat
until she stopped talking.  Then he went back to giving her luscious mouth
some lusty little boy kisses.  He had really put the moves on her.

(I completely understood why Meliss a hadn't been able to withstand Toby's
charms.  There's nothing quite as intoxicating as being seduced by an 11
year-old boy; especially a "hecka cute" one.)

By that time, Toby said that she had begun to respond, allowing him to kiss
deep and strong, even sucking on his tongue a bit.

As soon as he felt her hands on his skinny shoulders clasping him close to
her he went for her tits which made her squirm and gasp.

Melissa batted his hand away from her breasts and murmured that he better
not do that.  Of course, all that did was make Toby come on even stronger
than before.  This time he went in for another good kiss after
sweet-talking her some more and moved his hand to her crotch where he
sneakily snaked it up her skirt until he could rub her pussy through her
now-moist panties.

In seconds he had begun to get his pants off, while Melissa just lay there
looking at him with a startled, fascinated expression on her face.

"I really wanna fuck you, Melissa; gosh, you're so pretty," Toby had said,
cranking up the seductive little-boy charm.

Before she knew what was happening, Toby had her skirt off and her sweater
hiked up to reveal her bra.  He undid the closures and whipped the bra off,
exposing her full tits to his mouth and hands.  Melissa was paralyzed with
surprised bliss.

At first Toby was going to make her suck him off but then decided he better
go straight to fucking, not knowing how soon Mike would return home.

When he came, he said that Melissa had nearly screamed from how good he
gave it to her.  That made us all laugh.  His youthful arrogance was
completely disarming, and we knew why Melissa had found Toby irresistible.

But Mike cracked us up when he related exactly what Toby told him in the
hallway.

"Well, I kissed her a couple of times and then we were fucking," was how
he'd first summarized the entire encounter.

Then he'd grinned, shrugged and scampered off like any typical 11 year-old
boy in search of his next fun adventure, namely his little brother and
sister, Adam and Lily.

Mike said that Melissa was embarrassed and uncomfortable when he'd come
into the room and made her excuses before leaving rather hurriedly.

We all teased Toby about now having a 22 year-old girlfriend and asked him
when he was going to propose to her.  Toby took it on the chin and told us
that he didn't need her to love because he had his brothers and sisters to
play with.  Melissa just had the dumb luck to be in the right place at the
right time, he said.

What made it so sweet was the fact that as he said this he planted himself
on Matt's lap and rubbed himself against his big stinky brother/boyfriend's
bare chest.  Those two just couldn't get close enough to each other.  Matt
and Toby had basically been lovers since they were 15 and 4, respectively.
Matt had recently turned 22.

The younger kids -- Adam, Lily, Erin, Zach, and our most recent arrival
Wills, Colin and Stella's love-child -- were now fully initiated into the
loving embrace of our family, free and happy to love each other and their
parents as much as they wanted, whenever they wanted.  Like most kids, once
they've had their first taste of love-sex they want more and more, and our
little ones were real adventurers.

We trained all our kids to appreciate their natural body smells and the
unique scents of others.  With the more recent kids we refined it to a
formula of the most personal and fragrant zones: buttholes, crotches, and
pits.  From the time they were babies we made sure they got daily doses of
all our secret zones, including each other's.  Having grown up savoring the
rich sensuality of these odors, our kids actively pursued and enjoyed
reveling in the earthy aroma of our bodies.

Erin and Zach were about 6 years old during this period.  They played
constantly with their older sibs, especially Adam and Lily.  Wills was 5
years old and enjoyed a special status even among his brothers and sisters.
This was because Wills was the youngest to have his First Communion fuck at
3 ½ years old with his dad Colin, who was not quite 22 years old at the
time.

My son and lover Colin had fucked his little boy so gently and lovingly
that we wondered if he and Wills would end up repeating our own special
relationship.  Wills' mom, my daughter Stella, had sucked his little cock
while his daddy fucked him and I've never seen such a sight.  The
expressions on the tyke's face were devastating, full of an overwhelming
physical bliss and delirium at being loved so well by those who had created
him.  It was a religious moment.

But Toby and Matt seemed to have worked their magic on all the little ones,
who followed them around like puppies.  Matt was in seventh heaven and Toby
was right there beside him.

Toby taught them a cute little trick he called "doggy hellos," which they
now performed on each other -- as well as on us adults -- whenever they
could.  Basically, they'd get on all fours and crawl around pretending to
be puppies, sniffing each other's butts.  When they wanted to do it to me,
I'd take my pants off -- if I was wearing any, which was not very often
those days -- get down on my hands and knees, and let them sniff away before
I joined in on the fun.  It tickled with a frisky deliciousness that never
failed to get my precum flowing like a leaky faucet.

The feel of a little kid's face snuffling deep and warm against your hairy
ass is something that is bound to bring a smile and a sigh to even the most
stressed-out, tired, or cranky guy.  And when you return the favor, burying
your nose and lips against their hot little puckers, savoring the scents
and flavors, probing their tiny shitters until they shiver with
expectancy...well, you just have to experience it to believe it.

Inevitably, as some of the kids were rooting around my asshole, one or
another of them would be in front of me, sniffing my hairy nuts or savoring
the salty tang of my hard prick.

These little "doggy hellos" always turned into something else after the
initial sniffing and licking had gone on for a bit: something else very,
very "doggy" -- including lots of whimpering and yelping, just like real
puppies.

We adults let Matt and Toby play with the kids as much as they liked,
encouraging them to include their younger sibs in their constant sex games
and adventures.  We pretty much put Toby in charge of love-tutoring the
little ones, with Matt as his supervisor.  Actually, they took the task on
themselves, but we all agreed that it was a great arrangement, and the kids
-- older and younger alike -- just loved it.

We had decided not to put any restrictions on what Toby could do with the
kids, provided the little ones were into it and eager to participate.  That
Golden Rule never changed in our clan.  All partners had to be willing and
agreeable as far as love-games went.

Adam boldly gave up his little ass to Matt for his first butt-fuck right in
the middle of our naked jumble when we were all ensconced on our communal
bed one particularly rambunctious and frisky night.

Matt was 19 at the time, which means that Adam was nearly 5.  Lily was the
same age and was eager for her own coupling with Matt, and when it happened
we all viewed their love play as something beautiful that we were lucky
enough to witness up close and personal.  It was a thrilling thing to see.

Toby fucked like a pro by the time he was 9.  The tricks he had taught the
little ones were wildly spectacular.  Matt added his imaginative ideas to
their repertoire and the kids took to it all like ducks to water.

We all came to love watching the little ones get it on together and with
their older family members, too.  Mike was delighted with the fact that the
kids loved performing for the camera and he was able to turn their
eagerness to appear on film into a fortune.

The films he made and sold to his very select and discrete mailing list of
buyers virtually guaranteed his financial security for life.  Truly, Mike
and Corey were making nearly as much money as Sherry and I with our
wilderness camp enterprise.  At last, Mike's ambitions to become a bona
fide pornographer had come to an absurdly lucrative fruition.

Soon, due to these films, we had a sort of fan club of underground
admirers, mostly men who would have paid dearly for an opportunity to meet
and play with us, either individually or collectively.  We were becoming
celebrities as a result of Mike's movies.

The Batman and Robin porn movies I described in an earlier installment had
catapulted Mike's film company into the tight-knit Families United
limelight, a secretive and well-shadowed one.  Customers who had paid
dearly for the privilege of seeing then 18 year-old Matt and 7 year-old
Toby couple in perverse combinations with each other and us adults eagerly
placed orders for any upcoming films Mike and his buddy Corey might
produce.

With each film selling for hundreds of dollars, Mike's output of work was
bringing him unimagined wealth and orders from all over the world.  How he
managed to pull this off without being caught I'll never know, but his
safety and security measures apparently guaranteed that the films were
virtually untraceable and would keep coming so long as there was a market
of hungry buyers.

One of the biggest sellers was actually a recent home video of Matt, Toby
and all the little ones that Mike asked if he could copy and sell.

It starts off with Matt and Toby outside on the lawn beyond the pool
engaging in some innocent cocksucking.  Toby goes down on Matt's huge
donkey dick with such hungry eagerness that he gags on it and has to back
off for a few seconds.  While Toby sits back on his haunches, Matt rubs his
hooded horse-cock in Toby's hair and slaps his face with it, nearly
knocking Toby off-balance.

Just as Toby is ready for another try at swallowing as much of his
brother/lover's cock as he can manage, the kids trickle into the backyard
and begin to gather around the 2 boys, giggling and reaching out with their
tiny hands to get a good feel of their older siblings' junk.  Toby quickly
gets distracted and turns his attention to the little ones.

Leaning back on his hands, he spreads his legs and hikes his knees up as
Adam and Zach sidle up to him and start playing with Toby's shitter.  After
fingering him for a while and pushing their ass-smeared fingers under each
other's little button noses, Toby lays flat and invites Adam to shove his
little prick up his asshole.  Adam shoves his shorts down, whips off his
t-shirt and scurries into position, clearly excited at the prospect, and
dives on top of Toby as he aims his stiff little dick at Toby's waiting
hole.  It's adorable.  Just innocent, childish fun.

Fucking like a tiny, wild tiger cub, Adam gives sharp little gasps of
pleasure as he pumps away on Toby's butt.  Zach giggles non-stop but
watches the action with a dreamy-gleamy look in his eyes, tugging on his
stiff little prick, his shorts already off, but his t-shirt still on.  Toby
pulls Zach in for some good, sloppy kissing and helps him out of his
t-shirt.  Soon both tykes are naked, fondling and licking Toby's quivering
dick, all 5 inches of it, fringed with a very sparse growth of reddish
pubes.  His balls are plump and red, contrasting beautifully with his
milky, lightly-freckled skin.

Matt stands there watching it all, taking in every move the kids make, not
even touching his huge, stiff prick dripping precum like a drooling snout.
Every once in a while he gently bucks his hips a few times, what we call
"air-fucking" (same idea as playing air-guitar.)  He looks delirious,
slack-jawed and completely into his body; I think it's called "gooning."
Our little girls are sidled up to him, rubbing their slender, by-now naked
bodies against him while he fingers their pussies and brings them up to
their noses before sniffing them himself.

When Toby tells the boys it's time to get ready to play "sexy puppies,"
they know just what to do.  Both boys scramble up onto their hands and
knees, wagging their butts back and forth while they make adorable whining,
whimpering sounds, just like real puppies.  Lots of giggling aside, the
boys are clearly excited and eager for this new game to begin.

As they get into their positions, Erin and Lily hurry over to Zach and Adam
and lie down flat on their backs, spreading their legs and offering their
hairless, sweet little-girl gashes to the little boys.  It's such a wild
and sexy image -- 2 small, honey blond-haired girls, ages 6 and 8, playful
and horny as hell, getting ready for some hot little-kid fucking as their
young brothers prime themselves by eating out their pussies while they
stroke their hard little cocks.

This lasts maybe 3 minutes or so, just long enough for Toby and Matt to
swap some major spit as they watch the younger kids go at it.  Once the
older boys are primed, they tell the younger boys to start being "sexy
puppies."

This is their cue to lower themselves on top of the girls and stick their
dicks inside those tight little pussies.  The girls moan and fling their
thin arms around the boys, hugging them tight the second their bodies make
contact, like they've been plugged-in.  Their pale little bodies start
flushing, turning red before the camera as they begin having innocent,
natural, shameless sex-fun.  You can see Matt nearly shaking with
excitement, humming with pleasure at seeing this beautiful sight unfold
before him.

And they really do look spectacular.  All our kids but Zach have luscious,
creamy white skin that flushes quickly in the throes of sexual excitement.
All of them are blue-eyed beauties, with blond, black, or chestnut-red
hair, the best possible advertisement for the beauty of Western European
ancestry.  We've brought our kids up to be proud of their heritage and,
honestly, we're fairly nationalistic when it comes to our blood.

Zach's father was a Mexican day-laborer (a married man Stella picked up one
afternoon), so Zach has the best features of both races going for him.  He
is absolutely beautiful with light caramel-colored skin, glossy black hair,
big hazel eyes, and a sensuous mouth just ripe for kissing and sucking
dick.

Anyway, back to the film.

Toby encourages the kids, alternating between sweet baby-talk and really
nasty trash-talk.  Matt murmurs with appreciative grunts as he hovers over
Toby, huffing and snorting like a pig all over the boy's body.  Even at
this stage in the game Matt still doesn't touch his dick; the thing just
twitches and jerks around like a fat trout flopping around after it's been
hauled out of the water.  Really amazing to see, cuz you can almost feel
the tremendous need it has to be stroked and emptied of its delicious seed.

As Adam and Zach begin rhythmically pumping their bony little hips the
girls cry out in mimicry of their older family members, echoing the sounds
of bodies and minds carried away by this most sacred activity, the
beautiful intimacy between brothers and sisters, sons and daughters,
parents and children.

The boys fuck like tiny porn stars, obviously well-trained in the exquisite
joys of sex, and the girls respond like seasoned whores.  Toby and Matt
chuckle at the exhibition the little ones are giving, thrilled by the
utterly taboo show they are just about to join.

They break their embrace and loom over the tiny arched backs of the little
guys, jacking off like monkeys until they're ready to spear the precious,
tender assholes that lasciviously wink at them.

When Toby kneels behind Zach and squirts some lube on his butthole the
little fella giggles and says it tickles.  Toby giggles too as he shoves
first one, then two, and finally three oily fingers up Zach's hole, getting
him relaxed and ready to take in Toby's 5 hard inches of throbbing
boy-dick.

Matt kneels beside Toby and rubs his big hands all over Adam's sweaty back
and shoulders which only makes Adam plunge in and out of Lily all the
harder.  Then he starts licking and kissing, nibbling and rubbing his face
all over the beautiful little boy's body like he could devour him.

Lily murmurs in a voice shaky from Adam's thrusting, "He's gonna do it to
you, Adam, Pony's gonna do it now..."  Adam chuckles mindlessly, knowing
what's about to happen to him.  He doesn't say anything (other than the
nervous chuckle) but you can see his body prepare for a spasm of tremendous
pain before it turns into the heavenly feeling of being crammed full of
hard cock.

All our little kids could accommodate our dicks just fine, but Matt's
monster was something else.  It was the true challenge for even the most
insatiable bottom boy or horny little girl in our clan.  Even we adults had
a hard time taking him in without feeling like we were being ripped wide
open.  But Adam loved it; "the bigger the better," as he said himself when
he was 5 years old.

Matt then gently presses himself against Adam's ass and eases the first
inch or so into the tiny pink pucker.  Adam's face screws up in pain, but
it's fucking adorable -- probably because he's half-smiling even as he
winces and grits his teeth.  Sweat beads on his scarlet forehead, his face
straining so hard it looks like he's trying to shit a brick.

With some coaxing talk and smooth moves, Matt is buried deep inside Adam
within a minute and then just sort of covers the little rutting couple with
his lanky, hairy body for a bit before he starts grinding away on Adam's
little ass.

By now, the backyard is a symphony of sighing, moaning voices, low and
high-pitched alike, breathing out the manic rhapsodies of youthful hormones
gone berserk.

As Matt glides in and out of Adam's tight, oily pucker the camera captures
one of the hottest images in the whole film, at least to me.  Every time
Matt back-strokes, his cheeks spread and we see his hairy asshole exposed
to the camera's relentless gaze.  It zooms in and as it's zooming a fly
buzzes into the frame and circles Matt's ass a few times before it lands on
his hairy butt cheek and moves towards his furry, wet-looking asshole.  But
with all the pumping movement, the fly keeps taking off and then re-landing
seconds later.  For some reason that image fucking turns me on.  Probably
because I know how good and strong-smelling Matt gets when he doesn't
shower for a few days.  And this was one of them.

I also know because I was the one filming it.

Toby cups Matt's hairy ass in his hand and then runs his hand up and down
Matt's broad, sweating back before he turns his focus back to Zach.  He
leans over and whispers something to the little guy that makes him giggle.
Erin, too.  Both kids are chortling as Toby pushes into Zach.

In seconds, he's all the way in and starts to thrust in and out, matching
his older brother's rhythm.  The sounds coming from the kids makes you want
to pump your prick and explode all over yourself, it's that sexy.  Whines,
gasps, lots of grunting; girlish sighs from the little ones; wet slaps as
big balls bang against little butts; filthy language spoken in loving tones
by the older boys with equally nasty language coming from the young `uns.
Just amazing.

Matt and Toby make out as they pork their little brothers, who in turn make
out as they fuck their little sisters.  The girls squeal with good
feelings, wrapping their skinny legs tight around the bodies of their
little lovers.

Surprisingly, the older boys pull out of Adam and Zach with
squishy-sounding pops as the vacuum-seals on their dicks let go; then they
stand up, watching the kids race into the home stretch.

Zach blows first, jerking his hips in an odd sort of shimmy as he dry nuts
inside Erin's little cunt.  Adam follows in seconds, unable to hold back
the flood of pleasure from inside his body and he slams hard into Lily.
Their pumping butts slow down until they collapse on top of the young
ladies, spent and streaming with sweat.  Erin and Lily roll the boys off
them and replace the boys' dicks with their own clever little fingers until
both girls are moaning in self-centered ecstasy.

It's strange, but you can tell from this moment on that the scene is about
to climax with a series of images that imaginative dirty minds will already
have anticipated.

The little kids disentangle themselves from one another and cluster around
Toby and Matt.  Toby has his head thrown backward, his mind sequestered
away somewhere dirty and private, getting ready to unleash his spooge upon
the world of love before him.  Matt takes it all in, his eyes huge and
glassy with a far-away, hungry look.

The 4 kids touch and kiss Toby all over, helping him get his nut.  Lily
drops to her knees and runs her pretty, shining face against Toby's
bouncing balls.  His fist knocks against her nose with every down-stroke,
but it doesn't faze her in the least.

"Make him cum!" Zach yelps in his happy, little-boy voice.  "Shoot it on
her, Pony!"

Erin giggles and keeps kissing Toby's torso as Adam bends down behind Toby
and does something thrilling to his ass.  You can't see what he's up to but
from the change of expression on Toby's furrowed brow it's easy to tell
that Adam's snaking his squirmy pink tongue in and out of Toby's shitter.
A low, warning growl of lust bubbles up from Toby's throat.

Zach scrambles to where he knows he's needed most, jockeying for position
beside Lily.  Lightning-fast, two thirsty little mouths are panting over
Toby's shiny cock head as his fist blurs with increased frenzy.

Gasping and nearly loosing his balance, Toby lets go of his cock and lets
his arms hang stiffly at his sides.  Zach and Lily lap up and down the
shaft of Toby's prick, and in seconds Toby's nut is squirting out and over
their laughing faces.  Now nearly 12, Toby could shoot one good spurt of
hot boy-juice before dribbling out the remainder.

Lily gets the prize -- or most of it, anyway -- and shows the milky white
beauty of Toby's jizz coating her tongue.  Zach greedily laps away at
Toby's pubes and cock head, eager for whatever sweetly-salty pearls he can
coax out of Toby's overworked prick.

Now the kids move to Matt -- all of them, including Toby.  Matt is
weak-kneed and supports himself on Toby as the kids writhe around them,
cavorting like puppies at mealtime.

Toby gets down and half-reclines under Matt's wide-spread legs, nosing up
under Matt's hairy balls to get a good whiff of his lover's crotch.  Adam
again disappears behind the bigger boy but this time Matt announces what it
is that Adam's doing to him.

"Ah, fuck yeah, Adam, suck on my asshole the way I showed you.  Oh, hell
yeah... that's it, baby..."

The other 3 kids rub against Matt's hairy calves and thighs.

All of a sudden, Matt grunts with a series of spectacular animal sounds;
his huge horse cock swells and jerks once before it spews out the first
piss-blast of hot cum.  His body jerks like a marionette, he grunts some
more, and the next cascade of hot jizz comes hurtling out, soaking the
adoring tykes at his feet.  It's all over them, their hair and faces,
coating them like white icing on still-warm cakes.

As this is happening, Adam races around from behind Matt and drops to his
knees.  He grabs Matt's fat cock in his hand and aims it at his gaping
mouth.  Another blast vomits out and shoots directly into Adam's waiting
gullet.  I guess it hits the back of his throat because he gags and
swallows repeatedly as tears fill his eyes.

Matt is bellowing like a bull, a crazed look of primal delight and release
on his face.  When he opens his eyes and looks down at the slimed crowd of
kids below him, he laughs and blushes like a giddy school-girl, amazed at
how wonderful the world can be.

Overcome with that goofy happiness he always gets after he shoots, Matt
runs his hands through the kids' hair, smearing the fresh load into their
scalps.  Matt always does this when he nuts on their heads.  He says he
loves the feel of his warm cum coupled with the silky texture of their
hair.  The kids seem to like it, too.  They giggle and butt their heads
against him, waiting for their turn under his hands.

The film ends there, but the scene went on.  By now nearly out of my head
with the need for emotional and physical release, I left the camera and
joined the spent, happy group so I could get my nut.

I went straight for gorgeous, little Erin, my precious 6 year-old
lover-girl.  My wife Sherry is her mother and it's not clear who her daddy
is.  It's either Mike or me, but I'm betting that it's Mike.  She has his
look about her eyes and mouth, even though her hair is light and his is
dark.  Erin and I seemed to have some sort of secret understanding between
us.  Probably this was because she was as much of a cum-hound as Colin and
I.  Just loved the stuff.

As soon as she saw me coming towards them, stiff, hairy prick bouncing
heavily back and forth, she flopped herself down on her hands and knees and
looked over her shoulder at me.  Beaming her adorable smile at me, I
dropped to my knees and slid my dick right up her pretty pussy, making her
scream in shocked delight.  The second I felt her cunt envelop my cock, all
it took was a dozen or so good thrusts before I was filling her up with
cocksnot.  It just seemed to keep coming, spurt after spurt.  I was really
horned up from watching their recent antics.

When I was through emptying my balls I hiked up her legs and draped them
over my shoulders so I could lick out her sperm-dripping pussy.  The two of
us together make a delicious flavor that has to be sampled to believe.
When I had her cleaned up and out I pulled her face to mine so she could
lick our cummy juices off my lips and goatee with her tricky little pink
tongue.  Erin kisses like a woman, sensuous and slow, full of desire and
completely into how good it feels to make out like lovers.  We're all
excited about her giving us more babies when she gets her period in not too
many years.

Our daily life was taking some major turns.  Our wilderness camp enterprise
was still taking up a lot of our time.  I had grown almost bored with it,
however, and had made plans to turn over much of my job to long-time staff
who knew the ropes of the business as well as I did.  Sherry had recently
done the same.

For now, the situation was fine as is.  It gave us time to decide if we
wanted to shut the business, sell it, or ask the kids if any one of them
wanted to take it over.

This was a good thing all around, giving us all the time we needed to raise
our growing family properly.  It was an absolute joy to be at home now, one
big, happy family living our lives in a uniquely beautiful way.

Sherry and I were still in love with each other, but even more importantly
we were best friends, too.  Our primary loving relationships weren't with
each other anymore, but we both felt even more well-loved in the total
embrace of our clan as a whole.  We all belonged to each other and loved
each other unquestioningly.

But we're human, and people tend to develop particularly deep feelings for
one person or another.  For Sherry, it was Tim's oldest son Mike, who was
almost 25.  Their relationship had grown into a fairly committed one over
the past 10 years.  For me, it was my now 24 year-old son Colin and my 45
year-old brother, Tim.  Sherry and I were both 53 at this time.

I loved Tim more and more with every passing year.  He was as handsome now
as he was at 25, still buff and hairy in all the right places, though now
with a tinge of gray in his hair.  It looked super sexy on him.  Like the
rest of the clan, he exercised regularly and took really good care of
himself.  Plus he was moody, but in a good and interesting way. He rarely
brooded, but his imagination would get piqued about one thing or another
and he'd be immersed in that mood for as long as it lasted.  Sometimes he
was just silly; sometimes serious and intense.  It all depended on what
thoughts and feelings some image or other had left him with.  Tim
fascinated me still, just like he had when he was a kid.  One hell of a
guy.

His career as an architect had bloomed and he was now able to pick and
choose which projects interested him.  He had the luxury of working or not,
as he saw fit.  This set of circumstances fit in nicely with our growing
family.  Tim was around the house much more often now, and we all took
advantage of his presence.

Colin shared my heart with Tim.  I loved him in a different way but it's
like comparing apples and oranges.  What made it all even more perfect for
me was the love and desire Tim and Colin had for each other.  When the
three of us made love together it was ecstatic.

Colin had dated and maintained several relationships with both males and
females during his teens and early 20s.  He moved out and set up shop on 3
different occasions with 3 girls, but he always ended up back in my arms.

At 24, he told me he knew where he wanted to be and didn't really care to
date anymore, at least not for now.

My brother Tim had been legally married to my daughter Stella for quite
some time and their relationship was as strong as ever.  Both still loved
every other member of the family, too, but it was sweet that they had made
their own special devotion legal.  The idea turned me on too, I have to
admit.

Colin's relationship with his and his sister's little boy, Wills, was a joy
to watch unfurl.  Colin was 18 when he'd gotten his 20 year old sister
Stella pregnant during their trip through Egypt just after he'd graduated
from high school.

Wills is a family name and it fitted the tiny little bundle of life
perfectly, it just suited him.  He was Stella's 4th baby and to me the most
special one, just because of who his mom and dad were.  Nothing I could
think of could have been more radiantly sacred and profound.  Between them,
they hade created the final member of a sacred triad: father/son/grandson.
Our lives were blessed, and Colin and I dreamed and talked about the
infinite possibilities for exchanging and giving power to one another with
the birth of his boy.

Wills' birth brought Colin and Stella closer together in all sorts of ways
and it was heartwarming to see them share caring for the newborn.  Just
like any young couple with a new baby, they hovered over him and showered
him with adoring love.  My brother even got a little jealous over how much
time Stella was spending with her brother, but I reminded Tim that siblings
have a special bond -- as he well knew.

Wills seemed to immediately sense that his relationship with his daddy was
of great interest to the rest of the family.  The bond was furthered by
Colin masturbating beside the baby as often as he could manage, finally
teaching the little guy how to do it to himself and his daddy by the time
Wills was 3 years old.

He loved his daddy's dick and would grab and fondle it like a favorite pet,
even rubbing his soft little cheek against the exquisitely tender flesh or
covering it with kisses.  When Colin shot his load, Wills would clap his
tiny hands and chortle with a lusty glee at seeing the white lightning
bolts come hurtling out, splashing him with their thick, slippery richness.

The sight of this sweet image would get us guys horned up fast and it was
rare for Wills to leave the room with just his daddy's cum dripping off his
pretty little body.  We once unloaded so much jizz on him when he was a
baby that he literally slipped out of Stella's hands when she tried to pick
him up for his evening breast-feeding.  We all cracked up over that.

Another image forever seared into my brain is walking into the house one
afternoon and finding Colin and Stella and Wills naked and cuddled together
on the big sofa in the front living room.  All of them had dozed off, but
Colin and Wills each had one of Stella's red nipples in their slack mouths.
Colin's hand was wedged between Stella's thighs, his fingers still in her
wet pussy.  It was clear what they had been doing before sleep overtook
them.  Such an amazingly tender sight.

By the time Wills was 5, we had begun a new tradition in our rituals in the
Priapus Shrine, our family room for "guys only" religious devotion.  The
women had their own Venus Shrine.

Every male who could cum would feed his sacred load to one of our little
boys, whichever of them had been chosen to be the recipient and focus of
the ritual.  We each jacked off twice ("we" being Tim, Mike, Colin, Matt,
Toby, and myself), so the goal was for the chosen boy to swallow all 12
loads.

This proved harder for the kids than we'd thought it would be.  Usually,
around the 8th or 9th load they'd say they'd had enough, but Wills was the
first to take all 12 loads and still want more.

The girls seemed less inclined to take that much semen down their tender
throats, but Erin made me proud as hell by matching Wills when it came to
be her turn for the ritualized feeding.  Fresh, hot cum streaming down her
chin, Erin smacked her lips after the final load (mine, of course) and
looked at us with big blue eyes eagerly seeking out the next hard cock
ready to explode in her face.

You may think it would take quite a while for 6 guys to jack off twice in a
row.  No way.  Imagine it: 6 guys watching each other unload into the
opened mouth of their little brother or sister; cum slashing across their
hair and forehead, dripping off their chin; most of it shooting into their
mouth.  Each time we saw it happen it was like we shifted into a higher
gear.  The sight was unimaginably exciting.  Nope, didn't take long at all.

We still slept together as a group, but the sheer numbers of our growing
clan made it necessary for us to knock out a wall and expand our bedroom.
We now had 6 king-sized mattresses shoved together to create one huge
surface and it held us all quite comfortably -- all 13 of us.  With that
many naked bodies fucking, sweating, and sleeping together, it's no wonder,
I suppose, that our bedroom had a permanent locker-room aroma.  Mostly this
was Matt's doing as he never used deodorant and didn't wash very often,
maybe once or twice a week.  Toby was following Matt's lead, so a constant
swampy smell permeated the whole room.  I loved it.

The girls would tolerate it up to a certain point, but when it got too
strong Sherry and the young ladies would air out the room and burn incense
to alleviate the constant sweat-stink.

Sherry continued changing our bed linens every other day or so, but I was
gradually training her to let it go for a week at a time.

When we were still working at the camp and Sherry was away doing her shift
I didn't change the sheets more than once during that entire month.  I
actually prefer sleeping on stiff sex-stained sheets.  The kids didn't mind
at all -- the boys, anyway -- and we actually had to invent a way to
determine who got to sleep on the wet spots after a particularly energetic
bout of sex-play.  I have always loved feeling the cool, damp spots press
against my over-heated naked body.  It relaxes me and makes me feel safe
and content.  And the slightly sour smell just adds the final spice, in my
opinion.  Most of the kids seemed to feel the same way.

Tim and Sherry and I had talked many times over the years about how
important it was for our clan to feel a sense of connectedness to the
outside world, knowing that our lifestyle had to be kept secret and covert.
We understood from the first that without some way for the family to
socialize openly with other people we ran the risk of emotionally stunting
our kids.

Having discovered the Families United group, we were now more social than
ever before. It came as a relief to know that there were other pioneering
families living similar lifestyles.  The annual Retreats enabled us to meet
and maintain contact with others from all over the world.

Three of these FU families became good friends to us and we spent many
happy times visiting and vacationing together.  One family was in Denmark,
another in Ireland, and the third -- interestingly -- was from Mississippi.
This one interested me the most and ended up becoming tenants of ours.

They were called the Orlands.  Their radically different circumstances
endeared them to us and we treated them to some very fun times that they
wouldn't have otherwise been able to do or afford on their own.  We also
planned to use them for breeding purposes.

They were a poor and uneducated young couple with a daughter, basically
your back-country hillbilly types with a southern twang that sounded almost
cartoonish.  Most people regarded them as classic hicks or rednecks.  But
once you got to observe and talk to them, it quickly became clear that they
loved each other with a tenderness and loyalty that made their lack of
social niceties irrelevant.  Plus, all three of them were knock-outs.  Hot
as hell and totally oblivious to their physical beauty.

Bobby was the father and Trisha was the mom.  They had given their daughter
the unfortunate name of Treasure.  Bo -- as he preferred to be called --
was 20, Trish was 17 and Treasure was 5.  Bo had gotten Trish pregnant when
he was 15 and she was 12.  They told us they were cousins but they looked
so much alike they could have been siblings.

They also told us that there were a lot of incestuous couplings within
their families, but not in healthy ways.  Bo, for instance, was the second
of 4 kids in his family.  He told us that since his home had been so
isolated and because there weren't any girls in the immediate neighborhood
that he and his older brother took turns screwing their mom with the
daddy's blessing.  Mama Orland didn't seem to mind in the least.  The other
2 kids, a brother and a sister, might have been fathered by the brother or
the daddy.

I asked Bo if he and his brother had sex.  His friendly smile vanished,
oddly, and then he told me they'd jerk off together but most of their
sexual fun was had with their mother and the farm animals.  I remember
laughing and telling Bo we'd have to rent some sheep to graze on our
hillside so he'd feel more at home.  He laughed and surprised me by saying
that he didn't fuck sheep but that his brother had.  Then he casually added
that he liked fucking his horse's asshole.  That knocked me over and I have
to admit the kid actually stunned me for a moment before I busted out
laughing and slapped him on the back.  I was happy to know another truly
unabashed pervert.

He said that his youngest sister was retarded and the younger brother
wasn't too bright either.  He and his older brother were perfectly normal,
though.

Sadly, the older brother had died of what turned out to be blood-poisoning
when he was 17 and Bo was 13.  After his brother's death the dad started
boozing heavily and became abusive, even raping the retarded daughter who
was then 4.

Trish had it a bit better, in that she had been the one to seduce her 5
brothers and none-too-resistant daddy.  She had been sexually curious and
active since she was 7 years old. But her father had begun trying to run
her whole life, even making her quit public school so he could keep closer
tabs on her.  The only time the family ventured off their property was for
church or to run errands, save for the occasional visit with her mother's
sister's family.  Bo was one of her boys.

Force and brutality and intimidation were now the norm, and so Bo and Trish
had run away from their families as soon as they knew she was pregnant.
Smart kids.

I asked them how they knew that Bo was Treasure's daddy and not one of
Trish's brothers or father.  They told me they "just knew."

They had been homeless for a while but ended up being taken in by a
middle-aged couple who hired them to look after their property, a small
sort of working farm.  They were given a tiny, ramshackle cabin to live in,
a fairly small salary, and free groceries.  Plus, the older couple made
sure that Trish got some prenatal care.  From what the Orlands eventually
told us, I think this couple pretty much became parent figures for both Bo
and Trish.

Even before Trish had gotten pregnant, she and Bo had talked about how they
wanted to have kids so they could love them naturally in a manner they saw
as a healthy alternative to "normal" family relations.  They had begun
having sex regularly when Bo was 12 and Trish was 9 years old.

Bo, apparently, hadn't needed to convince Trish that having sex with their
future kids would be great fun and a wonderful way to correct the mistakes
in child-rearing they had experienced as youngsters.  Trish was all for it.
Besides, Bo admitted that they just found young kids beautiful and sexually
enticing.

He wasn't all that sure about same-sex fun and games but he said he was
willing to try pretty much anything.  I remember smiling broadly when I
heard him say that.  I also remember that he returned the smile with a
nasty gleam in his eyes as he scanned all of our little ones cavorting
around us as we talked.

When we first saw them at the annual FU Retreat we noticed that most of the
other attendees were avoiding them.  These kids were obviously not
well-off, nor did they have the same educational opportunities and
advantages as most of the other members.  That somehow made them vaguely
undesirable to just about everyone -- except our clan.

A few folks approached them and tried to chat them up, but it was clear --
even to the Orlands -- that these brief chats were actually nothing more
than cruising for a quick romp with 2 attractive youngsters.

They had come to the Retreat after learning about Families United from a
friend who was wise to the type of family system they were interested in
exploring.  They had hoped to make connections with people who could
basically mentor and guide them in their goals, but had quickly been made
to feel out of their league.

That pissed us all off, and we decided -- after watching these friendly
hillbilly kids be openly snubbed over and over -- that we would befriend
them and help them out.

We invited them to sit with us at dinner on one occasion so we could get
acquainted, and that's how it started.  It turned out to be an advantageous
meeting for all concerned.  The result was an invitation to come stay with
us in California for as long as they liked.  In return, they agreed to a
sort of breeding exchange: they'd use us and we'd use them.  All
above-board with no hidden agenda.

Bo and Trish were both fairly slight and a bit under-nourished looking.
Bo's dishwater blond hair was longer than any of us guys wore ours, giving
him a redneck `80s kind of look.  His eyes were grayish-blue and his
eyebrows nearly grew together giving him a slight uni-brow.  But the way
his features came together made him really cute, uni-brow and all.  He had
a short, scraggly, brownish beard and looked perpetually unshaven even when
he trimmed it up, with a wispy mustache that drooped a bit over his full,
red lips and snaggle-toothed smile.

Trish looked basically the same as Bo, minus the facial hair and uni-brow.
Treasure was a pretty little blond thing, skinny and a bit timid, but a
normal little girl with lots of energy once she felt secure in our
presence.  I couldn't wait to see all of them undressed and splayed out on
our bed loving each other.

Lily innocently asked Bo and Trish if they were brother and sister and I
noticed them exchange a quick look before answering.  I figured they were
indeed siblings, but respected their decision not to admit it until they
felt comfortable with us.  Why they'd hide the fact puzzled me, and from
the casual comments we made in their presence it couldn't have been any
clearer that none of us had a problem with the idea of siblings raising a
family within our own.

When the Retreat was over we asked them how they planned on getting out to
California (the FU Retreat had been held deep in the hills of Vermont that
year.)  They told us that they would drive their truck.

But when we helped them pack their duffle bags into the rusted heap I
laughed and told them they'd never make it to Cali in that piece of junk.
They looked crest-fallen and a bit embarrassed until I slapped Bo on the
back and hugged him to me, telling him that we'd all fly back to the Bay
Area together.

None of them had ever been in an airplane.  Such unspoiled, backwater
innocents!  Watching them enjoy their first flight just further endeared
them to us.  My cock was straining hard against my jeans the whole flight
back.

A lot of stuff happened, but I'll write about that next time.



We invited the Orland family to stay with us for at least a year.

The converted in-law house behind our place was the nicest home they'd ever
lived in.  I put them on our payroll, giving them a yearly salary of 40K
plus an immediate gift of 10K to get set up in their new place.  In
exchange, they would do odd jobs for us and take care of the pool and kids
and help out around the house.

I also insisted that they take some community college classes to get their
brains working and to expose them to a wider social world as well as
getting some cultural education.  To my delight, they jumped at the
opportunity.  I was happy to know that they had ambition and weren't truly
stupid, just ignorant.

We also immediately put Treasure into our own kids' home-school group.

The gratitude they expressed was really touching.  It felt good to be able
to help these kids out, to give back, to bless them with a bit of what we
had been blessed with.  But the really fun part was knowing that we would
be swapping blood and creating new lives together.

The Orlands quickly became a part of our family, even sleeping with us in
our communal bed on many occasions.

The first time we saw them naked and in action was the night we arrived
back in Cali from the Retreat.  We got down to business after settling them
in and discussing the financial arrangements.

We didn't get started `til close to 9 pm; there had been a lot of talk over
dinner and then they wanted to watch some of our old home videos, just to
see the sort of lifestyle we had with our kids.  Toby had told them all
about our home vids on the flight home.

We moved into the living room and sat down in front of the television.  We
adults each took a hit of Ecstasy and then everyone -- including the kids --
smoked a lot of pot.

Bo was entranced from the opening frames of the first video Toby selected
randomly and popped into the VCR.  It happened to be a scene from several
years back and featured Sherry getting her cunt pounded by 17 year-old Mike
while our son Colin, also 17, fucked her ass like an animal.  I'd never
seen anyone so thoroughly glued to a television screen.

But then I remembered that this guy was basically still a kid and probably
had never seen anything like this before.  His hands were all over Trish
and Treasure as they watched the TV together, crammed between Matt and Toby
on the sofa.  I noticed Matt ogling Treasure and keeping a sharp eye on her
mom and dad's hands as they roamed over her little body.  The rest of us
were scattered throughout the living room, some sitting on furniture, some
of us sprawled on the carpeted floor, all of us watching them watching us
on screen.

I finally asked them if they wanted to see what we'd talked about over
dinner, our sleeping arrangements, figuring this was a good way to get them
upstairs and into the actual space where we had the bulk of our family fun.

Bo scooped up Treasure in his arms and Trish was right beside him as they
trotted upstairs.  I exchanged looks with the clan and they were all
beaming, knowing that we had a long night of love ahead.

The Orlands were waiting in the hallway as we ascended the stairs.

"I reckon that was sorta rude, huh? Just getting' up like that and leavin'
y'all and tearin' upstairs," Bo said in his nasal drawl as he blushed a
pretty pink.  I noticed that he held Treasure in his arms like a tiny
lover.  I also noticed that Bo was sporting a pronounced bulge under his
faded overalls.  I laughed in answer to his statement.

"No need to apologize, Bo; you're just not used to all of this yet."  I
reached out and gave his crotch a firm, exploratory grope.  It sure didn't
feel like he was wearing underwear.  I could distinctly feel the ridge of
his cock-head.  Nice.  He gave a slight gasp and bent his knees some, like
his legs had suddenly gone weak.  Treasure giggled.  Trish snickered at
him.

Mike pressed himself against Trish and ran his hands up under her thin
cotton t-shirt, deftly undid her bra, and played with her tits.  After her
initial shock Trish was purring under Mike's lusty groping.

Our 5 little ones -- Adam, Lily, Zach, Erin, and Wills -- coaxed Treasure out
of her daddy's arms and took her by her hands.  They went on ahead into our
bedroom while we adults finished our brief foreplay.  No one said anything
about what had just happened except Bo, who simply let out a sharp hoot
followed by a slow whistle.  Trish giggled a little nervously, too.

The kids were the key to relaxing everyone.  As we walked in, the first
thing we saw was all of them playing very lovingly in a heap with Treasure
as the focal point.  She was giggling and romping just like the rest of the
squirmy pile of little lovers.  Cute, sexy, and innocent as hell.

The sight of them being so openly loving acted like an inspiration to the
rest of us, let me tell ya.

The kids were already buck-naked and the boys' dicks looked like stiff
little fingers as they brushed and rubbed against Treasure.  Even our
little ladies were caressing her, tickling and lapping at her hairless
little gash.

Our clan was stripped down in seconds, watching the Orlands take in this
vision of universal love and sexual freedom.

"This is how it all starts, kids; one big fucking pile of good,
free-loving," I said as I peeled off my socks.

Bo and Trish almost ripped their clothes off.  It was sexy as hell watching
this redneck hillbilly kid shrug his dingy overalls off his shoulders,
letting them drop to his ankles and exposing his naked body to his rapt
audience.  Trish was out of her clothes lickety-split too, and soon they
were piled on our bed, surrounding our kids and getting tangled up in each
other.

Trish had smallish tits that were at least full enough to bounce
seductively when the bed started rocking.  Her cunt looked damp and her
brown pubes glistened with excitement.  I rolled her over onto her tummy so
I could get a look at her asshole and it was as sweet as her pussy.  Just a
little pink star dusted with a tiny bit of fuzz.  Instinctively, she got up
on her hands and knees.

I leaned down and sniffed and licked all around her holes, making Trish
stiffen and gasp under my hot, panting breath.  When I slipped my tongue up
her chute she squealed and Bo cackled like a pervy redneck boy.  I was
fingering her pussy while I munched on her asshole and when I'd had my fill
I used one hand to grab hold of her like I was picking up a six-pack: 2
fingers shoved up her ass, my thumb firmly embedded in her cunt.

"Look, man, I could pick her up and carry her around if I wanted to.
Sweet!"  I said to the room at large while I looked directly at Bo to see
how he'd deal with my handling Trish so intimately.

He laughed his ass off.  Trish laughed, too.

"Now y'all know how we don't have more kids yet," Trish rasped out.

Bo cackled again.  "Yep, that's right.  I been cummin' in her ass so's she
wouldn't get pregnant again.  Guess that'll stop now."

We all laughed.  "Don't count on it quite yet, babe," I answered.

The hillbilly kids just grinned at us.

Bo's cock had hardened immediately and his cheeks were flushing with the
first waves of restless lust.  Trish's pussy was juicing itself up nicely.
I could smell their humid bodies like a heat mist hovering in the air.
Nice and animalish, yet different than the familiar scents of my own
family.

Naked, Bo looked to be about 16 years old.  He had the classic farmer's
tan; my cock leapt at the sight of his trashy-looking body.  He was thin
and sinewy with a fairly scrawny chest and long, skinny legs.  A few dozen
brownish hairs were scattered across his pecs but merged into a nice, thick
line that plunged into his crotch before it spread out into a lush jungle
of pubes.  His cock was hard and tasty looking, maybe 6 or 7" long and
quite thick, with a loose foreskin that slid nicely up and down his shaft
when Tim reached over and began jacking him off.

Bo sucked in his breath and laced his hands behind his head, exposing his
hairy pits as he thrust in and out of Tim's fist.  You could tell that this
was a new experience for him.  The nasty thrill of letting himself be
masturbated by a grown man was really turning him on, especially with his
family looking on as he enjoyed the new sensations.

Toby and Adam began snuffling around his pits before Bo even realized they
were beside him.  When they began licking he giggled and then sighed in a
kind of dirty rapture.

"That's nasty but it sure do feel good!  I stink like a fuckin' goat -- but
you boys like that, huh?"  As he said this he clasped his hand behind
Toby's neck and held the boy's face tighter to his wet, dark-haired pit,
rubbing it hard over Toby's entire face.  He relaxed his grip and began to
turn his face to look at Adam but Toby grabbed Bo's face and planted a
deep, sloppy kiss on the hillbilly boy's slack-jawed mouth.

At first Bo just froze, not used to the idea of making out with a male,
especially a 12 year-old one.  But Toby was an awesome kisser and in
seconds Bo was slurping all over Toby's face as their tongues flashed pink
and wet in and out of each other's mouths.

Colin spoke up.  "I think we all want to see your family in action.  Go on
ahead; we'll watch for a while."

The kids stared at us for a moment before they made a move.  Trish grunted
her assent and pulled Bo down on top of her.  Little Treasure scampered
over to them and crawled around, touching and kissing her parents' bodies
as they got ready to fuck in front of us.

They made out for a while, all three of them, and their hands were busy
playing with each others bodies.  Just before Bo shoved his dick inside
Trish's pussy he paused and pulled Treasure close to him.

"Daddy's gonna give Mama some good lovin' now, baby, but don't go far cuz
you're next, darlin', OK?  I got me a fierce hankerin' for some o' that
baby pussy!"

Treasure nodded fast and giggled.  "OK, Daddy!"

"Give it a kiss, first," Bo said in a sexy whisper as he held his erect
prick out for his daughter to love.  The little girl crouched down and slid
her tongue up and down the thick, veiny shaft, cupping his low-hanging nuts
in her tiny hands.

Bo gently pushed her off his cock and turned his attention back to Trish
who had been fingering herself during the last few moments.  Watching
Treasure's little blond head root around Bo's crotch clearly excited Trish.

Primed and raring to go, Bo slid into his wife and began a wild fuck, one
of the most athletic and contorted performances I have ever seen.  These
kids had good, dirty imaginations and had obviously spent lots of time
experimenting and trying out all sorts of amazing activities.

They were really fun to watch.  At one point Bo actually turned himself
around without pulling out of Trish so that he was on top of her but
backwards, still fucking the whole time.  The sight of his knobby knees
slamming against the sides of Trish's head as he slid his hairy legs
around, the rising/falling motion of his perfect ass as he thunder-fucked
her, the way Trish licked and snapped at his legs -- I was having a hard
time not jacking off and popping a quick nut.  But I wanted to save it up a
while longer.

The look on Bo's face signaled that he was getting close to shooting.  His
eyes flew open and he pulled his cunt-slimed prick out of Trish, reaching
for Treasure who was hovering nearby.

She scooted her little body close to Trish and got up on all fours.  Bo got
behind her and leaned himself over her body, completely obscuring her from
our view as he humped the little thing beneath him.  He ran his lust-crazed
face all over her head and back and then down to her tiny butt, where he
licked her pussy from behind.

By now he was grunting and whining from how turned-on he was.  All of us,
in one way or another, were making our own sounds of sympathetic
excitement.  Little Treasure was breathlessly giggling and moaning in her
high-pitched cherub voice.

Trish was still laying close beside her 5 year-old daughter, kissing her
pretty, blissed-out face and chest.  When Bo had his fill of licking her
out he scooted up close behind her and slid his throbbing cock all the way
inside her in one smooth plunge.  Treasure gave a series of helpless grunts
and stiffened her body before she relaxed into it and got swept away with
her daddy's good loving.

There was no comparison between the excitement levels of fucking his wife
and fucking his daughter.  Making love to Treasure was something Bo could
have done for hours if he'd been able to hold back his nut.  His hands were
shaking and his eyes looked crazy as he got closer to squirting inside her
snug little cunt.

Trish was muttering encouragement to her young husband, telling him how
cute he looked as he pounded away on his daughter.  Treasure got lots of
compliments and encouragement, too.  It was a sweet and loving scene.

Suddenly, Bo bucked his hips wildly and moaned out a scream of terrific
release as he began shooting his wad.  Pulling out of Treasure's tiny
pussy, his cock looked red and raw even as it continued belching out great
wet strands of clean white sperm all over the little girl's back and hair.
Treasure instinctively reached around her and smeared the fresh cum all
over her skin, frantically trying to locate every warm rope with her
amped-up fingertips.

When he was done emptying his massive balls Bo offered his spent dick to
his daughter's little cupid mouth.  She lapped it clean like she was eating
a popsicle.

Trish had been masturbating this whole time and when she saw her daughter's
face smeared with fresh cum she began yowling like a cat in heat, getting
herself off in a series of amazing orgasms.  Finally, the bed settled down
and the three Orlands cuddled like played-out puppies.

Matt now stepped forward and maneuvered himself so he could rest between
little Treasure's legs and get to her sperm-dripping pussy.

"You saved the best for me, dude," Matt muttered to Bo as he stroked
Treasure's chest and thighs, calming and soothing her for the delicious
sensations he was about to send screaming through her sweaty little body.

Trish and Bo just gazed at him, smiling in curiosity.

"Watch," Matt said.

"And learn," I added as I lay above them so I could look directly down at
their faces.  My dick was pressed against Bo's head and my balls rested on
Trish's.  I remember how great that felt.

Matt licked his lips as he focused on the little slimy gash just an inch or
so away from his face.  Then he leaned forward slightly and snaked his
tongue inside her, making Treasure gasp and clutch at his mop of shaggy
hair.

"Jesus..." the baby girl whispered as her back arched up to meet Matt's
relentless, lapping tongue.  He kept it up until Treasure was nearly out of
her mind.  She had turned beet red and all the muscles in her skinny throat
were straining.

His tongue coated with Bo's creamy load, Matt painted the inside of
Treasure's spread thighs with it, then licked more sperm off her face and
wagged his tongue at us, offering the spectacle for all to see.

Amid appreciative murmurs, Matt rolled away from Treasure and bent low over
Bo, kissing the kid full and deep.  He got a momentary startled expression
on his face but then closed his eyes.  In seconds he was whimpering and
sucking on Matt's tongue, savoring the mingled flavors of jizz and
little-girl pussy.

The Ecstasy had kicked in and the Orlands were definitely digging it.
Their hands kept reaching out for something to touch and caress, something
to fondle and grope.  We made sure that they always had something hard,
warm, hairy and fragrant to play with.

Bo was a real tiger.  His libido had kicked into over-drive, fueled by the
X and another round of bong rips.  Trish was a real go-getter, too.

"Damn, if y'all told me I died and gone to heaven I wouldn't call ya a
liar," Bo said, his eyes darting back and forth as he watched the younger
kids mess around.  Trish laughed and nodded in agreement.

"Feeling good?" I asked them.

"Mmmmm, you bet!  Just look at all them pretty little angels...makin' me
wanna love `em bad, swear to god."

"Don't you be forgettin' about my coochie, Bo," Trish said, punching him
lightly on the arm.

"No way I could ever do that, precious-baby," he answered back.

Our kids were getting bored with each other and they were eager for some
adult contact.  All our kids need cum in order to feel like they're truly
enjoying their sex-games.  I guess we trained them to think that way.  It's
a family thing, almost like a trait.

Adam was cracking us up because he was doing everything he could think of --
short of just announcing it -- to let us know that he wanted to get fucked
right now.  Adam had always liked getting his little ass stuffed with hard,
hairy prick.  I was hoping Bo would take the bait: I really wanted to see
him fuck our boy's shithole, still thrilled by the images of Bo's athletic
fuck-moves on Trish.  I guessed that the same images were going through
Adam's 9 year-old head.

"Looks like you have your first customer, Bo.  You ever loved a boy
before?"

"Naw, man.  I know all us hillbilly boys are supposed to be corn-holin'
each other mornin', noon, and night, but I never done it."

"First time for everything, babe," I murmured to him while I nuzzled his
ears and nipped at his throat.  I could feel his breath get faster as it
brushed against my tingling face.

As I continued teasing him by lightly kissing his face and throat, Adam was
lubing his butthole up and pushing his pretty rump closer to Bo's face.

"So I guess you've never sucked on a little guy's asshole either, huh?"  Bo
shook his head, unable to form words.

"Might as well start now, then," I added.  "I think you'll like it."

Bo nodded and swallowed, sucking up a thin line of drool that had begun to
trickle down one corner of his mouth, then propped himself up on his elbows
just as Adam straddled his chest and pushed his little ass out towards Bo's
half-opened mouth.

"Sniff it," Adam whispered.  The other kids laughed gently, watching every
move Bo made.

Bo chuckled nervously but was already rubbing and groping Adam's adorable
little ass.  Part of his excitement was fueled by the X; the other part was
sheer lust and the thrill of a new taboo experience.  He leaned his head
forward as he pulled Adam backwards into his face and stuck his nose deep
inside the sweet little crack.  The little guy let out a long sigh of
contented pleasure as Bo audibly inhaled.  We all noticed that his hands
were sweaty and a bit shaky as they clasped Adam's bony hips.

Sherry had just begun to say, "Now, lick it," but she only got the first
word out.  Right at that exact moment Adam let out a sharp squeal of giggly
delight and we all knew that Bo must be wiggling his tongue around deep
inside Adam's lubed chute.

It only took Bo a few moments to get the hang of it and then he gave Adam
an awesome eating out.  Bo was almost growling as he chowed down deep and
noisily all over Adam's spit-shiny 9 year-old ass, always plunging back
into the moist center, shaking his head fast like a dog as he tried to get
in deeper.  Adam was squealing and gasping in reedy bursts.  Bo was really
good at it and we all said so.

Bo panted up at us, "Just like eatin' pussy, sorta."  Then he went back to
lapping up and down Adam's crack.  This lasted a few more minutes and then
Bo scrambled up onto his knees.  His prick was already hard and throbbing,
jerking up to slap his belly with involuntary spasms.

"OK, little guy, you want it?"  His voice sounded raspy and crazy. He was
squeezing Adam's shoulder with one hand while he stroked his greasy dick
with the other.

Adam just sighed and wiggled his ass again.  He reached around behind him
and found Bo's prick, pulling on it and dipping even further back so he
could grab Bo's low-hanging sack of nuts.

"You got really warm balls..." Adam said happily.

I was surprised to see Bo lean over him and lick the back of Adam's sweaty
neck.

"Mmmmmmm...you sure do taste good, li'l buddy.  You're fuckin' cute as
hell."

Without any more conversation, Bo slowly slid into Adam's asshole, making
the boy crinkle his eyes in momentary pain before the discomfort was
transformed into the familiar bliss of having his ass stuffed with thick
cock.

I motioned for Erin and Lily to go give Bo some love while he loved their
little brother.  I knew the added thrill of juicy french kisses from 6 ½
and 9 year-old little girls would amp him up even more.  It worked like a
charm.

Bo wasn't even aware that I had flopped down behind him so I could get my
first taste of his sweet ass.  I'd been waiting for this moment and I meant
to enjoy myself.  I nosed up and down his hairy crack first which made his
thighs quiver.  When I spread his cheeks and exposed his brown hole to view
he slowed his pumping down a bit, as if allowing the rest of us an
unhurried glimpse of his most private and intimate spot.

He smelled fucking awesome, almost as good as he tasted.  I was expecting
to have to move somewhat gingerly, not knowing how clean he'd be,
especially after the long plane flight.  But I didn't need to worry because
he was fresh enough for my tastes, yet not so clean as to make eating his
ass seem antiseptic.  I've always liked the smell and flavor of sweaty,
hard-working shitters and Bo had a spectacular one.

He almost leapt straight up like a cat when I first slid my tongue deep
inside him.  He made a funny half-gasp-half-ecstatic sound and then hissed
in his breath when I really started letting him have it.  He smelled
fucking good.  I had his ass smell all over my face and beard and I was
going nuts.

I looked around him and saw that everyone else was engaged in love-play,
too; all sorts of remarkable combinations, with Trish and Treasure at the
center.  They were both getting lots and lots of loving.  So much that they
were both moaning and whimpering pretty much non-stop.

While Bo was pumping on Adam, Tim stood up on the bed and straddled Adam's
arched body, jabbing his hard, thick prick at Bo's face.  At first, Bo
seemed nervously reluctant to suck a grown man's dripping cock but he got
over his reluctance once he had his first taste of it.  He grabbed it at
the hairy root and carefully lowered his mouth over Tim's cock-head,
swirling his tongue all around it and making Tim yank on Bo's hair to get
him to go even deeper.

"Watch the teeth..." was all Timmy said.

Once Bo got the hang of it -- which took a while -- he gave Tim a good enough
blow job to get him to squirt a nice load all over the side of Bo's face
and beyond.

By that point Bo was feeling no pain, completely grooving with the X, open
and willing for anything and everything to happen.  He looked hot as hell
with all that cum dripping into his scraggly facial hair.

While all this was happening Mike and Matt and Toby had each fucked Trish,
Matt and Toby teaming up for a double-fuck.  Trish really loved that idea.
So did the clan.

Our plan was to get her pregnant as quickly as possible with one of us as
the father.

Both of these kids had sworn that Bo hadn't cum in her for months.
Instead, he would fuck her pussy until he felt himself just beginning to
get close, then quickly switch to fucking her ass `til he shot.  It had its
own logic and we all had to give it to them for figuring out a way to use
primitive birth control when they couldn't even afford to buy condoms.

We knew that their decision to have Treasure had put them under tremendous
strain, both of them just kids themselves.  It became clear to them very
fast that they didn't want to have any more kids for a long time.

So we all felt secure in knowing that when Trish got pregnant we'd know one
of us was its daddy.

Incidentally, we had a similar thing going on with the other two families I
mentioned earlier, one in Ireland and the other in Denmark.  For instance,
my daughter Stella -- now 26 years old -- was about 6 months pregnant with
the baby of the 14 year-old son of the Irish family, and Tim and Matt had
babies planted in both countries as well.  It was an exciting new adventure
for us to be scattering our seed all over the world and the entire clan was
loving it big-time.  Our family was growing by the second and we couldn't
wait for news of the immanent arrivals.

Anyway, back to eating out Bo.

He was fucking into the home stretch on Adam's ass, and I was planted so my
nose and tongue would hit his shithole every time he pistoned backward.
Suddenly his bucking increased in frenzy and he started bellowing.

"Aw, Christ!...goddamn fuckin' Christ!"

He thrust so hard into Adam that the kid fell off the bed, landing on his
back and writhing around as he furiously jerked his stiff little prick.  Bo
quickly leaned over the edge of the bed and lowered himself until he could
get Adam's hairless cock in his mouth.  When he had it in he sucked and
licked until the boy got his dry orgasm.  Adam's girlish cries of sexual
rapture sounded like a woman, and I remember that it must have turned Bo on
because he gave a great shudder and fucked the mattress with a few hearty
thrusts until Adam stopped thrashing.

I hadn't cum yet and I needed to bad.  Adam knew my needs and I took him on
the floor at the foot of the bed.  I hoisted his legs up and slid easily
into his cum-lubed asshole, fucking him like a wild animal until I spewed
an enormous load deep inside him.

Immediately, I threw his legs back even farther and invited Bo to feast
with me.  He snickered like a pervert, still fueled with the X, and slid
the rest of the way off the bed so he could kneel beside me as we descended
on Adam's messy asshole.

Adam was giggling by now, used to the feeding frenzy on his ass he
underwent every time one of us guys would fill him up.  The fact that Bo
was a newcomer to this particular treat seemed to excite Adam and I took
full advantage of his giddiness.

"OK, sweetie, let `er rip," I whispered to Adam, giddy myself with the
knowledge that Bo was about to see something he most likely had never seen
before.

Adam nodded, got a red-faced, strained look on his adorable mug and
suddenly a huge squirt of fresh cum shot out of his ass followed by a
cataract that poured down his crack onto the floor.  Adam was a pro at
squirting out jizz from his freshly-fucked shitter.  Just amazing.

Bo gasped as sperm was still dripping out of Adam's stretched hole and
slopping onto the hardwood floor.  Still holding his skinny legs up in the
air, I leaned down and lapped the jizz off the wood and then licked upwards
until I butted heads with Bo.

We were both breathing heavily, grunting from the incredible combination of
scents and flavors.

"Oh, baby, I love the way you taste," I said to the boy.  Adam just giggled
some more.

I nosed in right beside Bo and our tongues slammed together as we devoured
the cum out of Adam's red `n' raw butthole.  I sucked and sucked, getting a
nice coating of cummy goodness on my tongue before I pulled back and
glanced at our handiwork.

Adam's little white ass glowed like a lamp in the darkening bedroom, shiny
with spit tracks and still leaking drops of our combined semen. I looked up
at Bo and saw that his eyes were closed while he hungrily plumbed Adam's
pre-pubescent asshole for more of the exotic delicacy.

When I saw his tongue pull out for a moment, slathered with gleaming white
streaks, I pulled him to me and licked all over his face, coating it with
the cum-load I had on my tongue.  He did the same thing to me.  Then we
swapped whatever we were still savoring in our mouths while we kissed and
jacked each other off.  Our pricks were bloating nicely and I knew we'd
both be up for more fun in a matter of minutes.

When we finally roused ourselves from the floor and climbed back onto the
bed I got a full picture of the clan.

Most everyone was passed out already, lying in groups of twos and threes,
with a pretty jumble of naked little boys and girls in the middle.

Deflating cocks lolled drunkenly out of little red mouths, sweat-soaked
bangs were plastered to damp foreheads.  The bed looked like a battlefield,
strewn with the injured and dying.  Here a stray sneaker, there a
crumpled-up pair of tiny panties.  Arms and legs crossed and jutted out at
bizarre angles.  This had always been one of my favorite things to see --
our family drained and exhausted from how well we had loved one another.

Hanging over the room was the funky smell of unrestrained sex, a miasma of
wet, fertile scents -- sperm, well-fucked assholes, perspiration, juiced-up
pussies.  The sheets were in ruins, spotted with all sorts of adorable
stains -- drying cum, saliva, fucked-ass smears, wet pussy streaks, even a
few drops of rich, red blood from somewhere or other, probably a petite
butthole that had stretched too far.  I couldn't breathe in deeply enough.
The odor was driving me nuts, like usual.

Bo and I were the only ones still awake.  We looked at each other and
snickered uncontrollably.  It was a wonderful moment and I knew we had made
the right decision in taking in the Orlands.  This young family could
really get down and dirty, just what we'd all hoped for.  While much of
what had just transpired was new for them, they took it all in stride and
performed exceptionally well.  I congratulated Bo on being able to keep up
with us.

"We're all pretty much addicted to love, dude," I told him.  "Not like we
can't resist, but why bother resisting when everybody's into it, ya know?"

"I hear ya, man," Bo mumbled back.  "But, fuck...I don't know, man, this is
crazy.  You got your own private heaven here, Cal, you know that?"

"Mmmm," was all I could manage to say in response to his statement.

What else could I say?  "Yeah, we're the most blessed family on earth?"
Words couldn't convey how satisfied I was with the way our family had
turned out.

He went silent for a few seconds while he surveyed the bed.  "Just look at
that -- like a candy store; and I'm the lucky kid who got a free pass to
grab anything I want!"

"Think you're gonna like it here?" I asked him quietly as I bounced his
massive red balls in my hot, moist hand.

"Dude, I'm home!"

With that, he closed his eyes and drifted off into a happy, contented
slumber.

Adam had long since gotten back onto the bed, curled up against Lily and
Treasure, and promptly fell asleep.  I, too, closed my eyes for a moment
and immediately sank into a deep, dreamless oblivion.

I woke up to voices softly murmuring in the bathroom.  The clock said 3:50
a.m.  I rolled gently onto my side and pressed myself tight against my
lovers, my son Colin and my brother Tim.  Colin was quietly snoring away,
like a tuckered-out puppy.  Cute and sexy as hell.  I leaned over him and
kissed his damp forehead, then listened again to the hushed voices coming
from the bathroom.

Sitting up, I scanned the bed and saw that Bo and Adam were missing.  Now I
at least knew who was in the bathroom.  Wanting to hear more before I went
in to check up on what they were doing, I strained to hear any decipherable
words.

Which were actually very few.  I knew I'd have to tip-toe to the bathroom
doorway if I was going to eavesdrop properly.

I gingerly roused myself out of bed and crossed the room to stand near the
door.  Now I could hear clearly.  From the sound of their voices I knew
that they were both in the shower room.  I could smell the humid memory of
hot water, so I knew that one or both of them had just finished taking a
shower.

Giggling, soft and low.  Then silence accompanied only by the sound of
bodies shifting and moving.

I wondered what they were doing at that moment but I really didn't want to
see for myself just yet.  I was having too much fun imagining all sorts of
arousing scenarios.

"So, which one is your daddy, Cal or Tim?" I heard Bo say softly to Adam.

The boy chuckled.

"All of them," Adam said.

"What d'ya mean?"

"They all made me; at least all the guys who could cum back then."

Silence.  Bo puzzling this out, I assumed.

"See, Cal and Tim and Mike and Matt and Colin each did it to my mom as a
ritual and then they all nutted in the sacred bowl and they put it in a
turkey baster and shot it up her pussy.  She got pregnant with me and so
they're all my father."

More silence.  I had to choke back a laugh, imagining how confused Bo must
be by Adam's brief summary of his creation.

"Wow.  That's awesome, buddy."  Things went silent again.  I had to peek.

Sticking my head around the doorframe, I saw Bo seated on the warm tiled
floor of the shower room, an arm draped across Adam's bony shoulders as the
boy lounged lazily against him.

"Yeah," Adam said through a yawn.  "Toby couldn't cum yet cuz he was too
young, but he was there when they did it. He told me lots about it.
They've all told me about it.  Sounds pretty cool.  Musta been hecka fun."
Adam let loose with a nasty little snicker.

"So, who do you like best?"  I could sense that Bo was fishing for some key
piece of information, something that seemed important to him.  It reminded
me of a teenage guy trying to figure out if the girl he's interested in is
available.

"Like best?  Well, I like playing with everyone, but it's most fun with
Lily and Toby.  Matt's hecka fun, too, though."  A thoughtful pause.  "I
can't really answer that one, cuz I don't really like anyone `best'.
Everybody just likes everybody.  I mean, they're my family."

"Uh huh," Bo said abstractedly.

"Well, you sure as shit are a cutie, li'l buddy.  I think you're a real
little hotshot, ya know that?"

Adam giggled and Bo leaned in for a quick kiss.

"I never seen nothing like what we did tonight.  How'd you learn to squirt
cum outta your butt?"  Bo sounded like he was asking for the secret to a
magic trick.

"I dunno; I just always do it.  Feels good and sticky-warm.  It sorta
tickles but it feels really good."

"Mmm hmm.  Well, ya know, I was wonderin' if you wanted to be like my
special buddy?  Cuz I sure as hell think you're cute."

I wondered how many more times Bo could say this before Adam got bored with
hearing the same thing.

"Sure, I guess.  Whatever."  Adam sounded definitely bored.

Bo laughed softly, obviously pleased with the results of his
long-time-a-coming question.

"Awesome!  Me and you, hell, we'll be like best friends.  You could even be
my boyfriend if you want.  I'll let you goof with Trish any time you want
to.  And Treasure, you can do it to her as much as you like.  She's got an
awesome little pussy, you seen it yourself.  You interested?"

Adam laughed in return, and I heard him scramble up and start to head back
to the bedroom.

"I don't have just one boyfriend, that's stupid.  But we can play any time
you want, I guess.  Maybe you better ask my mom, though, just to make sure.
But I don't see why not."

I loved, absolutely loved, how clear and unashamed Adam's answer was.  I
knew we had raised our kids right.

Just as Adam was about to cross the bathroom threshold I moved naturally
through the doorway, as if I had just gotten up to take a piss.

"Hey, hey."  I looked at Adam and winked, then turned to gaze at Bo.
"Can't sleep?"  He was in the action of rising from the shower room floor.

"Nah, I just woke up and had to piss and I heard my li'l buddy here takin'
a shower, that's all."  Bo sounded a bit guilty, like I had caught him
doing something he shouldn't be doing.

"I see," I said, enjoying the awkward moment.

"That's all we was doin'," Bo said again.

Adam leaned against the door frame, his arms crossed behind him, one big
boy foot scratching at the back of his hairless calf.  He smiled at me in
open, honest, good-natured love. Our little miracle.  My Adam; our Adam.

He turned on his heel and quickly scampered back to bed.  Bo and I were
alone in the bathroom now.

The kid looked slightly embarrassed.  He tried looking me in the eye but
dropped his gaze and cleared his throat.

"Look, Bo...," I began.

"He's a cute kid, ain't he?" Bo said, a little too loudly.

"Look...  Adam can decide for himself what he wants to do.  All our kids
make their own decisions around who they choose to get close to.  It's kind
of a one-for-all-and-all-for-one situation.  Relationships form, morph,
grow.  Nobody belongs to anybody entirely."

"I don't reckon I know what you mean, Cal."

"I heard you ask Adam if he wants to be your special buddy.  That's fine.
But don't imagine that he'll be yours exclusively.  And don't think that
you have to go behind my back to get to the kids.  It's all cool, so long
as it's cool with them."

Bo was now able to look me in the eye.

I continued.  "You're safe here, man.  Nobody's gonna think you're a freak
for wanting to love anyone, regardless of their age.  You don't need to be
sly or crafty or sneak around trying to get the kids alone.  Just be
yourself and be honest about your desires.  That's how we work things here.
You're probably not used to being able to be completely open about your
attractions and turn-ons, yeah?"

Bo nodded.  "Boy, you got that right.  I hate feelin' like everybody thinks
I'm a child molester, I mean, like I have to sneak around to be friends
with a kid I think is real cute.  It seems funny to not have to hide
stuff."

I smiled and clapped him on the shoulder.  He peered at me and then relaxed
into my arms.  I figured he'd heard and understood what I'd just told him.

"No child molesters allowed here, Bo; just be open and go for it.  If they
want it, they'll let you know."

He nodded and turned away.  I thought he was going to go back to bed, but
he paused.  Then I heard him begin to softly cry.

I touched his back.  "Bo?"

He stiffened but then turned to me.  His eyes were wet with tears and his
lower lip was trembling.

"I'm sorry, man.  I just can't believe this...  Nobody's ever told me I was
OK, that what I like is OK.  All my life I been told I was sick, that I was
a pervert.  I never felt like I was sick but I always thought they must be
right about me.  Nobody ever got that there's a world `o difference between
molestin' a cute kid and lovin' one up.  Not until Trish came along,
anyway.  I'm fuckin' confused as hell."

We ended up talking in the shower room until it was just beginning to get
light outside.  The last thing I thought I'd be doing on the night the
Orlands arrived was an impromptu therapy session in the bathroom.

But Bo was basically an uneducated kid, raised as a southern Baptist,
struggling with the moral implications of our mutual ideas about loving
kids.

I told him much about my past and my relationship with my brother.  How our
love had sort of planted the seeds of what would become our amazing clan.
I explained the sense of pioneering we had about our life-style, how happy
we'd been when we met Doc Walker, our family physician, and realized we
could finally speak the truth about our family.

I also told him how important it was to maintain absolute secrecy and about
how the rest of the world would freak out if it knew how we lived.  He
actually laughed with me about that part, how reactionary people are when
they hear about adults loving kids, especially their own kids.

Being able to laugh about it all made a huge impact on Bo.  The absurdity
of NOT loving ones' kids in every way possible -- when we knew it to be
something beautiful and wholesome -- the ridiculousness of incest taboos,
all of the negative moral baggage people like us have to suffer with every
day...  By dawn, Bo felt much better for having unburdened himself to me
and I felt good about being able to put his mind at rest, so long as he was
under our roof.

"Thanks, man," Bo said, "I mean it; thanks."

"Just call me Father Cal," I answered, pretending to bless him while I
fondled his cock.  We laughed out asses off as we went back to bed and made
a niche in the sea of naked bodies.

The next morning we woke up slowly, not actually getting out of bed until
close to 11 a.m.  Everyone was hungry after the wild scene from the
previous night and we made a huge pancake and sausage breakfast with all
the trimmings.

Bo and Trish were surprised and fascinated when I hauled out the container
of frozen sperm from the freezer and set it on the table to defrost while
Sherry flipped the last of the pancakes onto the serving platter.  When the
kids began drizzling the jizz over their warm sausages the Orlands erupted
into laughter and gasps.  At first they were a little leery about trying it
themselves, but when Adam fed a fork-full of cummy pancake & sausage to
Treasure and she liked it, they went for it.  To their surprise, they said
it wasn't bad and Bo said he was anxious to add his load to the container.
We told him we'd find a time that day or next to replenish the bottle and
we'd be sure to include him.

Sherry and Stella were eager to take Bo and Trish and Treasure into
downtown Berkeley for haircuts and shopping.  We had joked on the flight
home about how out of fashion they'd look in California, and they agreed to
put themselves at the mercy of the ladies for their make-overs.

While they were gone, my brother Tim and our boys went into Oakland and
bought our new friends a car -- nothing too fancy -- just a mid-range
Toyota convertible.

By the time they arrived back home, the Orlands looked like they belonged
in California, not Mississippi.  Trish had her hair cut, colored and styled
and Bo had a cool new haircut and a slight reshaping of his eyebrows.  I
personally kind of missed his faint uni-brow, but he still looked sexy
enough to make me want to tackle him on the front lawn and fuck him good.

Treasure got a cute little pixie haircut and a whole new wardrobe and
couldn't wait to show us all her new clothes.  Bo and Trish did the same
and we had a little fashion show out by the pool.  They stripped naked
between outfits and responded merrily to our catcalls.

Once that part was over we led them into the garage where we had parked
their new car.  Trish burst into tears and Bo's eyes welled up.  Treasure
just got wide-eyed and quiet before she turned into a giant smile.  She
couldn't believe it was theirs; none of them could.

The novelty of having the Orlands as our more-or-less permanent houseguests
never did wear thin.  They were conscientious about their duties and were
always offering to do more than their share.

Bo and Trish enrolled in community college and took a bunch of classes in a
bunch of different subjects.  Trish even began leaning Spanish.  Treasure
thrived in home-school.

In less than 2 months, Trish was pregnant.  We had not a clue as to who the
daddy was because we had all taken innumerable turns on her.  The only guy
it was clear wasn't the father was Bo, as we asked him not to screw her
until we knew she was pregnant.  Once it was a sure thing we encouraged Bo
to fuck her as often as he liked.  An added plus was the fact that they
loved being filmed in the act and we got a ton of excellent footage of all
sorts of wonderful things.

During this time we heard from our family friends in Ireland and Denmark.
Tim had fathered a girl on the 13 year-old daughter of the Danish family
and Matt had fathered a boy on the mother, a 37 year-old beauty with golden
blond hair and blue-gray eyes.  And huge tits.  Can't forget the tits.
Remarkable.

In Ireland, Matt got the 15 and 16 year-old daughters pregnant while Tim
had seeded a child on the mother, a 36 year-old woman with flaming red hair
and huge green eyes.  Our Irish brood consisted of 2 sons and a daughter.

That gave us 3 additional sons and 2 additional daughters.  We couldn't
wait to go pick them up, but the plan was for the birth parents to raise
the babies until the next F.U. Retreat.

Also, Stella gave birth to her baby, the child of the 14 year-old Irish
boy.  She delivered a lovely little girl.  Naming the kids would be left to
the parents who "owned" the babies.  For the moment, temporary names would
do; the babies would be less than a year old when we'd make the exchanges,
so permanent names weren't really necessary until that time.

With Trish's pregnancy and the births of our European progeny our clan
would now number 19.

We heard about Melissa's pregnancy, the girl Toby had screwed in Mike's
bedroom, about a month after our European kids were born.  We convinced her
to carry the baby to term and in exchange we would pay for all her medical
costs plus a bonus of $5 grand to help with school expenses.  She wasn't
crazy about the idea at first, but Mike convinced her to do it.  With this
new baby, our total would be 20 Maguires!

Our goal was to get the total to 24 before another year came and went.
That left 4 babies to go.  No problem.  We could do that easily.  The major
question was: would we all fit in our bed?

We tried to imagine how crowded it would be.  Pretty damned crowded, was
our best guess.  We couldn't really add any more mattresses without busting
down another wall and that just didn't seem practical.  Instead, we decided
to think about moving part of the clan into one of our other nearby houses.
The other option was for some of us to go to Kauai where we had a beautiful
vacation home right near a pristine beach, secluded from the highway and
our neighbors.

Colin had been after me for the last few years to move to Kauai with him.
In his ideal world, he and I would live by ourselves in a tropical
paradise, free to love and live with other for the rest of our lives.  I
figured this was a wonderful fantasy, but I also knew that Colin would miss
his family fairly quickly and want more of the clan to move in with us.
But the idea did have some merit.



Bo flopped down on top of Toby, grinding over his tummy, sliding his dick
back and forth over the boy's silky crotch.  The sight of his fuzzy ass
rolling like an earthquake over Toby inflamed me and I just had to explore
Bo's ass more closely.

Tim and our boys exchanged looks with me and we all descended on Bo while
Sherry and the girls kept Trish occupied.

The kid seemed to be overwhelmed by this new experience.  But he clearly
found the sensations exciting and was ready for anything we threw at him.

At least until he realized that he was being maneuvered into a position
that could mean only one thing: He was about to get fucked for the first
time.

Colin and Toby grasped him by his calves and held them down on the bed
while Mike and Matt clasped Bo's wrists and leaned heavily on them.  Bo
struggled in a quick panic for a few seconds until Tim draped his hairy,
sweating bulk on top of the kid, mouthing the back of Bo's head, inhaling
the musty smell of the kid's unwashed hair.

His ass was beautiful, full and round for such a slight kid.  His asshole
was encircled by the prettiest ruff of dark hair.  His ass-lips seemed to
quiver, pushing in and out like a tiny mouth sucking in air.

"You never took it up the ass before, huh?" Tim whispered into his neck as
he aimed his hard, lubed cock at the tender brown hole.

Bo didn't have time to answer.  Tim pushed hard against the boy's shitter,
making him cry out in pain and reluctance to let my brother in.

"Relax, Bo, you're gonna love this," I said to him, stroking his back and
my brother's hairy ass simultaneously.

Just as Tim bore down hard, Mike let go of Bo's wrist and swung his body
around so his hard cock was brushing against Bo's panting mouth.

"Suck it, dude," Mike murmured, shoving his cock past Bo's full lips.  With
his mouth full of dick, his cries were muffled as Tim shoved in to the hilt
and began a strong, loving fuck-rhythm on his ass.  Mike started thrusting
into his face, gagging the kid as he tried valiantly to perform his first
blow job.

I still couldn't believe we had a same-sex virgin guy in our bed.  It was
very obviously a major turn-on for all of us.