Date: Wed, 02 Nov 2005 22:28:22 -0500
From: badgod69@aol.com
Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS, Pt. 11

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 finalizing 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 had each taken a hit of Ecstasy during dinner and now everyone --
including the kids -- smoked a lot of pot while we watched the videos.

Bo was entranced from the opening frames of the first vid 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 they were basically still kids and probably had
never seen anything like this before.  Bo's 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, thrilled with the knowledge that we were about to add newcomers to
our mix.  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 butt 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 there was 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 old enough to be his father 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 big feet
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 feet -- 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 neck
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 Bo 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 licked 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 silky 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 and mussing his hair 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...I love big 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 one of us
would be 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!...fuckin' sweet Jesus!"

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 greasy 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 butthole.  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 licked and sniffed his sweaty boy feet until his face relaxed.  Then
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, Adam 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 asshole.  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 at
Bo and saw that his eyes were closed while he hungrily plumbed Adam's
pre-pubescent shitter 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, drugged 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.  And 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 special friend, 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 way of life.

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 noon.  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 and
come to room temperature while Sherry flipped the last of the pancakes onto
the serving platter.  I explained how we use cum in our cooking as often as
we can.  It's a sort of devotional and spiritual thing, besides just being
so fucking tasty.

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.  Stella and
Matt both spoke fluent Spanish so she always had someone to practice with.
Little 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 Families United 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 when we raised it to 10K Mike was able
to convince 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 each 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.  Plus, hard as it would be, I wanted him to go away and explore the
world for a while before he decided he wanted to be my committed lover.

Nevertheless, the idea did have some merit.  We still had several months
before we needed to make any firm decisions.

The kids were all pretty upset when we mentioned the options to them.  None
of them were willing to leave the communal bed.  This would obviously take
some major planning and would necessarily have to involve our kids in the
decision-making process.

The idea of living with only Tim and Colin appealed to me quite a bit, I
have to admit.  I knew I would miss the others terribly, but the more I
thought about it, the more I could envisage myself living with the 2 guys I
loved best in the world.

My relationship with my brother had sort of taken a backseat over the last
15 years.  Raising our kids had taken all our energy and focus.  But now
that the older kids were able to help with the rearing of the younger
children, I hoped to be able to rekindle our passion in a more meaningful
way.

Don't get me wrong: Tim and I still spent as much time together as
possible.  But the luxury of being able to flail around in bed with a
modicum of privacy had long been a thing of the past.  Both of us longed
for the opportunity to let our libidos and mutual adoration run rampant
without anyone else's participation getting in our way.

We had begun our married lives and raised our first kids so many years ago
now it seemed.  In the early days we used to take a week or two away from
our families and go up to the Sierras to a nice cabin spread.  Just us:
alone and at last able to simply luxuriate in each other.

We did what we wanted, whenever we wanted.  We slept, ate, fucked, and shit
like dogs set free at last, remembering quickly what it feels like to
forget about rules and behave like what you truly are.  A domesticated
animal free to celebrate its instinctual nature.

We hadn't been able to get away like that for years, but we had talked
about reviving the tradition and making time for ourselves.  Even my wife
Sherry and Tim's wife Stella (my daughter) encouraged us to spend some time
away together.

With our family's official blessing, we began thinking about where we
wanted to go for what was, to all intents and purposes, our second
honeymoon.  Traditionalists that we were, we decided on renting the same
cabin in the Sierras again.

A day or so before we left we held a clan meeting with all present,
including the Orlands, to assign duties and roles while we were away.  We
ended up putting Sherry and Mike in charge of day-to-day operations with
the Orlands acting as back-up.  Colin and Matt and Toby were deputized to
act as enforcers and guardians of the younger kids.  The whole meeting
lasted about 15 minutes.  We had our act down to an art, and we worked
quickly and efficiently together.  Again, my heart swelled with pride and
love.

The morning we left for the cabin Tim decided at the last moment that we'd
better bring a cell phone just in case of an emergency.  Sherry had
discouraged us from taking any means of communication, telling us that
there were plenty of people in the house to deal with any kind of potential
emergency, but I agreed with Tim, actually.  As much as I wanted to be
inaccessible when I was with my brother, I still knew it was better to be
safe than sorry.  And besides, we could always screen any incoming calls.
We didn't HAVE to answer the phone.

To illustrate how hungry we were for this time alone together, we hadn't
gotten more than 15 minutes out of Berkeley before we knew we had to pull
off the highway and enjoy each other for a bit before we continued the
trip.

We pulled up to an old, seedy motel just off the freeway and booked a room.
The second the door was closed Timmy had my shirt off and began mauling me
like I remembered doing to him the first night we made love together many
years ago, when Tim was 15 and I was 22.

An hour later we were back on the road, wide awake and raring to go.  All
we did was get naked and make out while we slid around on top of each
other.  We made sure not to cum.  Taking this little love break did the 2
things we wanted: it took the edge off our horniness while just making us
want even more.  By the time we got to the cabin we were ready to eat each
other.

That first night we smoked some hash and talked for hours while we
luxuriated in our solitude.  There was no TV, no radio, no newspaper.  Just
my brother and I.  At first the quiet was a little disconcerting.  We were
used to a house full of noisy kids and adults, constant comings-and-goings,
phones ringing, stereos booming, cries and laughter.  It took us a while to
get accustomed to the silence and peacefulness, but by the second evening
we were acclimated.

We quickly fell back into our old pattern of discussing topics for hours,
looking at the philosophical ramifications of our lives, making plans for
the future.

I asked Tim if he had any regrets about the nature of our relationship and
how it had begun.  I had always been vaguely troubled by the idea that if I
had never driven Tim and his school buddies on that field trip to Ashland
we might never have acted on the attraction we felt for each other.

He laughed at first.

"It's a little late for that, man, isn't it?" he asked.

I thought my worst fears were about to be confirmed.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said.

"We've got over a dozen kids between us with more on the way.  It's too
late now to speculate on all that.  There's no time for it, Cal."

I stared at him, trying to interpret the expressions playing over his face.

"So, what, you wish it had never happened?" I asked quietly.  I dreaded
hearing his answer but I knew I needed to hear it, as much as I needed to
let him say it.

He smiled at me with such an expression that at first I felt like I was
going to start sobbing from what I'd done to his life.  But his smile
wasn't angry or mocking in the least.  It was only my fear of losing the
most important love of my life.

"The only thing I sort of wish had never happened is having so many kids.
If you and I had just disappeared somewhere maybe we could have lived our
lives the way I'd always dreamed it would be.  Just you and me, alone
together, free of any responsibility to anyone except each other."

I guess I smiled back at him because he stroked my cheek and leaned into
me.

"You're the only person I've ever truly been totally in love with, Cal.
You know that, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess I do.  But you don't regret it at all?"

Again, he laughed.  "Bro, that's like asking me if I regret being born!  Of
course not!  Loving you has been the anchor of my life.  Without you I
don't know what I would have become.  Probably nothing much."

I kissed him and felt his passion flood my chest as his tongue filled my
throat.  When he pulled back he stared at my face, eyes glittering with
flames reflected from the fireplace.

"Don't get me wrong about the kids, though.  I love `em more than I can
tell you.  It's just that they take away from the time we're able to spend
with each other, that's all."

My fears were laid to rest during that conversation.  It felt like a huge
weight had been lifted from me.  When we made love in front of the raging
fire it was exactly that: making love.  Not just fucking.  The hash helped
us revel in the sensuality that flamed between us.  It felt so good to be
alone with him.

The next morning we ate some shrooms as soon as we woke up.  We were going
to go fishing and we knew just where we'd go.  There was a secluded spot
that we went to every time we'd come here in the past and we'd never seen
another living soul there, ever.  We'd wait `til it got warmish and then
strip down.  Even in drizzly weather, we'd still get naked and just cover
up with our rain ponchos.  It felt awesome to be naked and dry in the rain,
yet still able to feel and appreciate the environment.  Just being outdoors
buck-ass naked always made us both spring boners.

We packed a quick lunch and set off to our spot.  It was a good half-hour
hike to get there and we knew the mushrooms would be kicking in by then.
We both loved shrooms but we hadn't done them in some time, so we knew
they'd come on strong.

Along the way, Tim told me he needed to take a shit.  I had been feeling
rumblings too, so we stepped off the trail into the surrounding woods.  We
dug a couple of holes with some sharp rocks and soon both of us were
pants-less, squatting side-by-side, grunting and giggling like school-boys.

Tim's hairy knees were pressed against mine and I guess the contact (along
with the mushrooms) was making me horny as hell.  Even squatting and
shitting together suddenly had tremendously spiritual and sexual overtones
to it, at least for me.

I strained and felt the first couple of turds drop into the hole.  I could
smell the hot, fresh shit -- earthy, fertile, not entirely unpleasant -- and
I felt Tim breathe in.  Then he stopped breathing for a moment and grunted
softly.  His thighs trembled slightly and he sighed as a slow fart burst
from his ass, followed by the soft plopping of his shit dropping into the
hole.  We both started laughing again.  I noticed that both our dicks were
bloating and starting to shift as they swelled with blood.

Having just dumped, my body responded automatically and I began to piss.
The stream took a few seconds to gain force but when it did it arced
beautifully in the morning sun, catching the light as it sparkled in the
brisk air.  My brother snickered at the sight and started pissing, too.
When it hit the cold ground steam began to rise in wispy little whorls.  It
seemed like the ground was alive and dancing with strands of smoke.

I finished shitting before Tim did.  I reached over to the wad of paper
towels we had pulled from my backpack and wiped my ass.  Then I scooted
backwards and sat on the ground slightly behind my brother.  I had a
perfect view of his hairy butt and I remember the hairs seemed to be waving
back and forth, like a field of wheat in a strong wind.  I laughed at the
hallucination.  When his anus opened and a big turd started uncoiling into
the hole I leaned forward and licked the very top of his crack.

"Damn, dude, you even piss and shit sexy. It's fucking beautiful.  You're
beautiful," I muttered into his ass.

Timmy laughed and told me I was a sick fuck.  But he glanced sideways into
the hole I had recently vacated, saw my shit staring up at him, and
murmured, "Awesome...," as he strained again and deposited a last turd on
the steaming pile beneath him.

When he was finished I wiped his ass for him.  It felt like a holy rite.
We sucked each other's dicks right next to our toilets for a minute or so,
just a quick taste to take the edge off our appetites for each other.  Then
we covered our dirt, pulled our pants back on, and continued on our way.

We trudged forward in silence for a bit but I could sense that both of us
were now spinning nasty scenarios in our heads, seeing some of them as
half-formed hallucinations.  I could always tell when Timmy was thinking
dirty thoughts, just like he could sense mine.

"Hey, Cal, what if we shit outside every time we need to for the rest of
the trip?  Wouldn't that be hot and hilarious at the same time?"

"Just what I was thinking, bro.  You're still a nasty little fucker, aren't
you?"  We both laughed like banshees.

"And tonight I want you to piss on me. I love it when you piss on me."  I
could hear the mushrooms talking behind his voice.

"Hell yeah; and I'm gonna drink your piss too, baby," I added, feeling my
dick thicken fast in my jeans.

"I know you are," he said, teasing me like a true little brother, "cuz I'm
gonna make sure you do.  In fact, let's make hot piss and whiskeys before
dinner tonight!"

We spent the day fishing and fucking by the bank of the stream.  We didn't
catch much worth keeping, but it was fun and relaxing.  The shrooms were a
glorious addition to our fun and games.  It was an ecstatic day.

On the hike back to the cabin Tim asked me what I got off on the most these
days.  I had to think all of about 5 seconds before I answered.

"Well, babe, little Erin really slams it to me when she straps on my dildo
and fucks me.  I love watching her do it to me in the mirrors.  So fucking
hot, seeing her do it, ya know?"

"Mmmmmm, yeah..." he said.

"How about you, bro?" I asked in return.

"Sliding into Adam, dude; no question."

The strap-on dildo was one of several interchangeable pieces we had rigged
up onto a belt type device, based on a store-bought model.  Back when our
oldest boys were teenagers I had bought a couple dozen of those
make-a-dildo-of-your-own-dick kits, just as a fun treat for the family to
play with.  I also wanted a permanent record of the sizes of our boys'
dicks as they matured.  But mostly, I have to admit, I wanted a dildo of my
own cock so I could fuck myself with it.  I was obsessed with the idea:
knowing what it would feel like to be fucked by me.

Erin and I enjoyed playing with the funny contraption, and she adored
wearing it when I'd attach my dildo to the belt.  She'd parade around with
that big cock wagging back and forth, lube it up, and plow into me
doggy-style.  I had to teach her how to pump correctly but she picked up on
it right away and really give it to me good until I'd shoot a big fucking
messy load all over the floor.  Having me inside myself felt fucking
amazing, just like I'd figured.

I got the surprise of my life one time when after I'd shot and she'd pulled
out, she came around in front of me and slapped the greasy dildo across my
face a few times.  She'd seen us guys do that before after one or another
of the others had sucked us off.  I thought that was clever as hell and
praised her mightily for it. It was also fucking sexy, believe me.

I asked my brother about his choice.  I didn't really need to, having
topped Adam myself innumerable times.  I knew how snug and warm his little
asshole was and how much he enjoyed having it crammed full to bursting.

Tim said, "I swear that kid has a magic ass; I've never felt anything so
good and tight.  Plus, he knows just how to move with me to make it better
for us both.  And the sounds he makes...damn!"

We laughed because I did indeed know exactly what he meant.  Adam was a
boy-lover's dream come true.  Responsive and energetic, Adam seemed to
exist in a constant state of arousal.  And when he was excited, the noises
he made could make you shoot just from listening to him.  Gasping, panting,
moaning bliss, all in a girlish voice, breathy and seductive as hell.  Just
amazing.  That boy could wear you out if you let him.

Our days passed in a splendid haze of making love and ingesting
recreational drugs.  We had brought lots of powerful weed, a fair amount of
hash, half a dozen tabs of X, mushrooms, some opium, and a few hits of
acid.  During the days we stayed stoned and happy; in the evenings we did
the harder stuff and got nasty.

Three days before the end of our vacation we decided to call home.  Earlier
we had been talking about how much fun we could have with our young lovers
and decided to tell Colin we wanted him to drive up and to bring Stella and
Wills with him.

Colin was ready to get in the car and take off as soon as I mentioned it to
him.  He told Stella what we wanted and she was all for it, too.  Wills
would go anywhere his mom and dad went, so we knew he'd be excited by the
prospect of the trip, as well.

Less than 5 hours later they were with us in the cabin.  It was nearly 10
p.m. when they arrived.  Tim and I were both naked and stoned off our
asses.  When I opened the door Colin immediately gave me a big kiss while
Stella went to Tim for the same.  Little Wills got lots of hugs and good
kisses from my brother and me, too.

The kids sat down and smoked out with us.  Even Wills took a nice little
bong rip.  I asked how things were going at home and the kids told us
everything was fine.  Except for missing us.  Very sweet.

A few minutes later Wills got off the couch and started crawling around on
his hands and knees making puppy sounds.  We knew what he was hinting at so
we all joined in for a round of "doggy helloes."  The kids stripped and
joined us on the floor, and we all nosed around each other's butts.  It was
a childish, innocent game and Wills thought it was all great fun.  So did
we -- fun and thrilling because it was so fucking cute.

"You guys haven't showered in a while, have you?" Stella asked.

Tim and I snickered.

"Nah," my brother answered.  "Why?"

"I can smell you guys from here.  Your balls; they stink, baby," Stella
said to Tim with a seductive grin.

Tim and I shot each other a nasty glance, proud and happy to know that out
sweaty nuts were giving off a good, strong, masculine scent.

"What do you think, Spooge?" Colin asked Wills.  "Can you smell their balls
too, baby?"

Wills chuckled and nodded, like it was a great joke.

"Their balls smell GOOD!" he announced as he rolled around on the floor,
anxious for some fun to begin.  "Smell my balls, Mommy!" he shouted as he
thrust his little hips out to Stella.

My daughter smiled lovingly at him, then dipped down low to the floor so
she could nose up under Wills' little sack.

"Why, baby boy, you smell just like heaven!" she said quietly as she moved
to his asshole and started licking him slowly and tenderly.  Wills squealed
and giggled.

In seconds we were lined up in a chain before closing it to form a loving
circle of happy ass-eaters.  Colin had his face wedged between my hairy ass
cheeks, I had my face glued to Wills' tiny pucker, Wills was licking his
mommy, Stella was face-first in Tim's crack, and Tim was sniffing deep on
Colin.  The sounds of bliss echoed in my head.

We moved like clockwork, each of us in our place, all of us familiar with
each other's bodies and hot spots.

I don't really know how long we were at it.  Not terribly long, but the
next thing I remember clearly is watching Wills gently rub his beaming face
against his mom's silky- haired pussy.  Stella was clasping his head to her
crotch, maneuvering it to where it felt just right, softly moaning and
telling Wills what to do and how good he was at doing it.

Then I was fucking Stella and looking at Tim watching us while he jerked
himself off.  I plowed her pretty cunt for a while but soon hungered for
the additional thrill of feeling my son's stiff prick plunging in and out
of my ass.

Having hot, sweaty sex with my daughter while my beautiful son fucked my
ass brought me so much pleasure that in no time I was squirting out a fat
load deep inside Stella's pussy.  When I pulled out a thick strand of jizz
dangled from the tip of my dick to my girl's furry gash.  Wills giggled and
tried to grab it when he saw it woozily swaying back and forth like a
strand of finest pearls.

He got my cum all over his little hand and hummed with happiness.  The
thick, goopy stuff webbed between his tiny fingers and he gazed adoringly
at it before he licked his hand clean.

I rolled away from them to make out with Colin.  As soon as I was out of
the way Timmy slid into position and screwed Stella with a rocking good
fuck.  He kept murmuring "it's so warm" while he worked it out on her.  I
knew he meant my cum felt warm as he bucked in and out of Stella's
jizz-lubed cunt.  Tim's always loved taking sloppy seconds after I've gone
first.  We both love it, sliding around in our brother's sperm.  The smell
is always fantastic.

Colin hadn't shot yet and I encouraged him to hold back until he couldn't
stand it any more.  I wanted him to cum in my pits and when I told him he
laughed and nodded.  Colin's face had turned beet red and I knew from past
experience that he would soon be exploding against my skin, soaking my
hairy pits with his hot, smelly essence.

But first I wanted us to play with Wills.  The little boy was gazing at
everything around him with big, liquid, blue eyes, his little red bow mouth
shaped like a fleshy "O" as he watched our contortions.  Colin smiled at
his son and motioned him over to us.

Wills trotted over to where we lay on the floor and flung himself into his
daddy's arms.  Colin wrestled with him for a few seconds, making the pretty
little guy laugh until he could barely breathe.

When Colin let up Wills just lay there, flat on his back, still giggling
and looking up at his daddy's face as it loomed lovingly above him.  I
watched, fascinated, as Colin slowly lowered his face until he was able to
lick the sweet mouth beneath him.

Wills softly gasped and smiled as his father slid his wet tongue back and
forth over Wills' lips.  Just as Wills let out a giggle, Colin slipped his
tongue into his boy's mouth and hugged the tiny body tight to his chest.
They made out like that for several minutes.  I couldn't tear my eyes away
from the beautiful, sacred vision.  My hands were running lightly over the
tender flesh of the naked little boy, giving him shivers of delight as he
swapped spit with his dad.

Somehow we made it into the bedroom and collapsed in a heap on the unmade
bed.  The novelty of having more room than usual seemed to inspire us into
one of the best and most riotous orgies we had ever indulged in.

Colin and Stella made love while Tim and I had fun with Wills.  When my
brother and I told my son and daughter to lie on their sides they complied
without a question.  They knew what we had in mind and Tim and I positioned
ourselves for some hot ass-fucking, me in Colin, Tim in Stella.  It was
like a feeding frenzy, with the tender pink meat caught between 2 sweating,
hairy animals.  Tim and I popped our nuts fast, soaking the sheets with the
delicious cummy run-off.

When we were through we dived down to their dripping assholes and fed like
vultures on a fresh kill.  I know that when I finally reared up the sight
of Tim's cum-smeared face made my cock leap with excitement.  I could feel
sperm plastered all around my own mouth and cheeks.  I probably had it on
my forehead, too.  Tim gazed at me with a deep hunger for more outrageous
fun.

Colin still hadn't unloaded and Stella was waiting for her own orgasm.
They both reached for Wills at the same time and we all laughed softly.
Wills was on them in a flash, eager for some loving attention of his own.

Stella told her little boy to squat over her face so she could eat his tiny
ass out some more.  He really loved that; all our kids have always loved
it.  While she slurped around his pretty hole, Colin leaned down and lapped
all around the boy's crotch before swallowing his miniature cock and balls,
sucking and teasing until Wills was half out of his mind.

They switched positions and Wills lay down curled on his side into his
mom's arm while they kissed and Wills fingered her cunt, all under Stella's
direction.  While this was happening, Colin eased into Wills and screwed
the boy lovingly until he unloaded deep in his 6 year-old son's velvety
bowels.  Their noises were intoxicating, like the best music in the world.
The way their moans and cries blended, rose and fell, now rhythmic, now
crazily erratic...just amazing.

The smell of rampant sex filled my head.  Fresh ass-fucking, hot pussy
juices, mingled sweat and panting breath.  My head was swimming.

The last thing I remember was cuddling as a group, instinctively reverting
to our pack mentality, and falling into a satiated, drug-enhanced oblivion.

The next day was spent packing up some and preparing for our departure the
following morning.

After breakfast, Stella needed to take a shower and went into the bathroom.
She was in there quite a while and shortly after she went in Colin muttered
that he needed to use the toilet and that he didn't think he could wait
until Stella was finished.

"We've been shitting outside in a hole, Collie," Tim said, snickering about
it as he explained to Colin the system we had been using for the past 2
weeks.  "I'm gonna go use it now.  Wanna join me?"

Colin laughed and shook his head, amazed by how filthily unrestrained his
uncle and I let ourselves get when it's just the two of us.  But he agreed,
saying that he really didn't have any other option, apparently.  He
followed Tim and me outside and we dug a shallow trench so we could all
line up side-by-side and evacuate.

We got it dug in a few minutes.  Wills was outside with us, watching us dig
and strip our sweatpants off as we got into position.

Colin looked spectacular, squatting over a hole in the ground, straining
hard enough to make his face flush and the veins in his temples stand out
in relief.  Tim was right beside him, their legs pressed together, one arm
slung lazily and lovingly over my beautiful boy's broad shoulders.

Wills was scampering around them, giggling and hooting with laughter.

"Daddy, I can see your poop!"

Colin stated laughing, too, amused by Wills' antics.

"That's OK, sweetie, it's something everybody does.  Nothing to be
embarrassed by."

"I think it's funny!" he replied, clearly not embarrassed at all, just
highly entertained.

"Watch us pee, baby!" Tim said, just as he began letting out a horse stream
of steamy yellow piss.  The stream leapt up like some great fountain before
it splashed down all over the ground in front of him.

Colin was looking at Tim piss and I guess it gave him the same idea.  He
let loose with his own stream, but he couldn't resist upping the ante a
little.  He aimed his dick sideways and sprayed a stream of urine all over
Tim's legs and crotch.

Tim whooped and laughed before he did the same to Colin.  My two beautiful
lovers, happily pissing all over each other as they squatted next to each
other shitting.  The image was totally sexy to me and I told them so.

Tim laughed some more. "My brother, the perv!" he called out.  I just
nodded and smiled.

"My lover, the perv...and the best dad in the world!" Colin said, giving me
a wink.

Wills seemed to be catching a cold so we decided to cut the trip short by a
day and head on home.

The kids were great about driving back by themselves.  Tim and I wanted a
few final hours alone together before going home.  We told them not to
worry about us if we arrived home later than they did.

Stella looked at us quizzically.  "Why would you be late?"

Colin rolled his eyes and hugged his sister and son to him.  "Girls!  They
just don't get it, do they?" he said, giving me and Tim an appreciative
look as he closed his car door and started the engine.  With a wave, they
took off, leaving Tim and I standing there watching them pull away towards
the road.

Tim sidled up next to me.  I put my arm around him and let out a great sigh
of contentment.  It had been a really good holiday for us both.