Date: Sat, 16 Apr 2005 19:37:25 EDT From: Badgod69@aol.com Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS, Part 4 After the month that my wife Sherry and daughter Stella had been away at our wilderness camp program - those amazing four weeks when my brother and I sealed our physical relationships with our sons - things just got even better and more loving than ever before. Two days after that incredible evening when Tim and I had our First Communions with our boys - my 10 1/2 year old son Colin and Tim's boys Mike and Matt, 11 and 9 years-old respectively - my wife and daughter returned home early in the afternoon. Colin happened to have gone to school with Mike that day as a visitor, a privilege the private school allowed if the enrolled student currently had good-standing with their grades, so I was the only one at home when they pulled into the driveway. I heard the big Hummer idle and give a final powerful roar before Sherry turned off the ignition. She honked the obnoxious horn a few times, then got out to unload the boxes and suitcases she had filled the back of the van with. I glanced out the upstairs bedroom window as I quickly threw on a pair of thin shorts and raced out to the driveway. Sherry was wearing khaki shorts and a tight green t-shirt with no bra, which was obvious from her nipples poking out against the fabric. Even at 37, the same age as me, she still had perky tits, just like a 20 year-old. The sight of them never failed to give me a raging boner. Her dark blond hair was pulled back in a pony tail and a few stray wisps fell over her forehead. She was barefoot and looked tan and super healthy, the way we both do after a month in the wilderness. Sherry was even more beautiful than before she'd left, if that was possible. My first impulse was to tackle and fuck her right there on the front lawn. After all, I hadn't had her pussy in over a month. Stella climbed out of the Hummer a moment later, tan and slender as a fawn. Her shiny light brown hair looked like honey in the late afternoon sunlight and when she saw me her face lit up with a dazzling smile that melted my heart. She crinkled her beautiful, cornflower blue eyes and laughed like an angel as she skipped over to give me a hug and a kiss. "Hi, Daddy! I missed you!" I wrapped my arms around her and lifted her off her feet and spun us around, kissing her all over her face. When I put her down we were both laughing and she leaned into me and squeezed tight for a second. She lifted her head to smile at me and I leaned down for a wonderful deep, wet kiss, so especially nice after not having been able to touch each other for a whole month. "You look even more adorable than before you left, Beauty!" I said, and she giggled. "Taller, too!" Stella seemed to have grown quite a bit during the past month. She was now around 5'5", lithe and lovely as a gazelle. I turned to Sherry and folded her in my arms. It felt so good to embrace my wife and feel her supple body yield to me through our clothes. "Hi there, Gorgeous," I whispered in her ear right before I kissed her in welcome. It was a good kiss. Long and full of meaning. "I'm so glad to be home, Cal," she said, scanning my eyes with hers, so full of love and desire. We got all the stuff unloaded from the Hummer in under 10 minutes. When they were all unpacked and settled, both my girls told me they wanted to see the notorious video tape they had heard so much about. I laughed and asked them if they wanted to cuddle on the bed and watch it now, and they both said yes. Once everybody got naked and comfortable, I grabbed the remote and pushed the play button. My dick was already fully hard and my balls were all sweaty. Sherry could barely keep her hands off me. Stella didn't even try to control her impulse and she had me in her hot smooth hand in seconds, jacking me off with slow, tender strokes, just the way a loving daughter should do it to her dad. In response, I slid my fingers inside her warm pussy, rubbing hard on the little button of her clit. In no time, my cock was pumping out the precum and slicking Stella's fist up so much that she had to lick some of it off. Sherry laughed quietly and nuzzled into me, watching how lovingly Stella and I played with each other. The television screen was showing a medium long shot of me and Colin kissing, just seconds before my cock glided into him and we started fucking like real men. Sherry was fascinated by how intuitive Colin was when it came to pleasuring himself and others, and said she was really proud of him. Stella snorted and said it looked great but she still thought Colin was a dork. I could tell she was feeling jealous that the boys got to make their First Communions with us while she was still waiting for her turn, even though she was the eldest child in our combined families. We watched the entire tape - the first one, just me and Colin - and when it was through Stella asked where the tapes with Uncle Tim in them were. Sherry told her we could watch them later as she stroked the hair on my chest and pinched my nipples. I could tell she wanted to fuck bad after watching the tape and I was feeling the same way. I knew Stella wouldn't be satisfied until she could see Tim bonding with the boys, so I got one of the tapes and put it on, knowing that she'd now let me and her mom have some time together while she enjoyed the movie. While we were all riveted to the TV screen for the first several minutes watching Tim make love to his eldest son, 11 year-old Mike, Sherry soon grew more interested in the man at her side and turned to give me a bunch of amazing kisses. Stella ignored us for the most part, too enthralled with the visions of her favorite uncle rhythmically loving her favorite cousin to pay us much attention. She kept sighing and giggling softly to herself whenever a particularly good image of Tim came on the screen. Her fingers were busy playing with her sweet pussy the whole time. I thought it was adorable, this amazing crush Stella had on my brother. Sherry was pretty damned into watching Tim get it on with the boys, too. So was I. None of us boys had been able to watch this tape yet, so it was exciting for me, too. The fact was we all loved my brother and we all loved watching him pleasuring himself and working his big, hairy dick. It was also a glorious thing to see the boys respond to his amazing love, the expressions that washed over their sweaty, shining faces and the sounds of rapturous abandon bursting out of their throats. All three of us were masturbating by now and it felt wonderful, very natural and tender. I was feeling so content and happy to find myself between these 2 beautiful ladies, all of us stroking and probing and rubbing ourselves, fantasizing about having my brother's proud, rampant manhood shoved deep inside us, filling our mouths with his potent sperm, getting drenched by his sweat. I adjusted myself on the bed and leaned down to bury my face in my wife's cunt. Her smell came roaring up to meet my nostrils, a spicy, smoky aroma that almost made me cum. I lapped all around her pubes inhaling her incredibly sexy smells before I plunged my tongue deep inside her and got a mouthful of pussy juice for my reward. I could have eaten my wife out for the rest of the day if I hadn't been so eager to feel my cock ram home inside her. Sherry was whimpering from all the tongue stimulation I was giving her and when I reared up to fuck her she moaned and spread her legs wide so I could plunge in good and deep. She parted her hairy labia and showed me the wet, steaming, pinkness of her vagina, glistening with spit and juice, miraculous in its structural complexity. I was reminded of the beauty of orchids. When I entered her I nearly screamed with joy. The hot, slick wetness enveloped my prick like a hungry mouth and I knew this was where I belonged. As soon as we started to grind, Stella turned to look at us, distracted now from watching the video. All our kids love to love and they find it hard to resist getting involved with whomever is doing it at any given moment. Sherry gasped out, "Stella-girl, bring it to your mama." Our beautiful daughter laughed and moved into position, straddling Sherry's face so her mom could lick her hairless pussy while Stella faced me, trading good, wet kisses while I fucked Sherry. Stella was really enjoying herself, rubbing and grinding her developing cunt all over her mom's face and hair and lips. I could feel an animalistic growl rumbling deep in my chest. The sight and smell of these two beauties loving each other just made me want more of them both. I continued fucking my wife while I leaned down and pulled Stella towards my face, anxious to taste her pussy. Sherry didn't miss a beat. When she lost contact with Stella's gash she just nosed up behind her and flickered her tongue all over Stella's little asshole, making her squeal and giggle in waves of blissful delight. We kept bumping our chins together as we worked on both sides of our girl, and it made us both crazier and more amped-up for fun. My mouth full of their combined flavors, I reared back up and pulled my throbbing dick out of Sherry's wet cunt, grasping the hairy fuck-tool at the base and shaking it lasciviously back and forth, teasing Stella with the slippery monster I knew she loved so well. Stella bent over and swallowed as much of my cunt-slimed dick as she could handle, about half of it, and sucked me off good while her fist jacked off the rest of the shaft. I was groping Sherry's tits while Stella blew me, pinching her big reddish-brown nipples between my fingers and squeezing her full, beautiful breasts together the way I knew she liked it. Stella gave me one of the best blow jobs I have ever had and in no time I filled her pretty little mouth so full of my sperm that it dribbled down her chin and spilled onto her mom's crotch. Unwilling to let even a single drop go to waste, she lapped it out of Sherry's pubes and then sat up and smiled at me, running her bubblegum-pink tongue all around her mouth and smacking her lips together like she'd just finished a really good milkshake. "Sorry, honey," I said to Sherry, "that just felt too damned good to stop. But I'll be ready to go again in just a few minutes." Sherry just murmured and lightly laughed, fingering herself and stroking Stella's long hair. "I know how good Stella's loving is, baby, and I love seeing you two together. I'm feeling just fine, Cal." She smiled up at me and gave me one of those amazing looks that made me feel like somebody had applied electric current to my dick. I felt a huge surge of energy in my groin and my cock flopped over onto its side and began to visibly thicken so fast it made us all laugh in wonder. I felt like a kid in a candy store. I couldn't decide what I wanted to do first and I wasn't willing to take things in order. I wanted to do it all, right now. I laughed to myself and shook my head, trying to focus my thoughts and think rationally. Sherry saw my dilemma and cooed. "Let me smell that sweet ass of yours, baby. I've been missing it so bad..." I laughed deep and dirty, thrilled by how open and adventurous Sherry was when it came to worshipping my body. Stella flopped herself off Sherry and rolled onto her back next to her mom while I spun myself around and leaned over with my face resting on the mattress. I heard Sherry sit up abruptly as soon as I hiked my ripe, hairy ass up and spread my legs so she could lick my asshole nice and deep. When her breath beat against my shitter I gasped and jerked, and the sound of two tinkling female voices glittering with laugher filled my head. "Mmmmmmmmmmmm...oh yeah, that's what I've been hungry for for weeks, baby, that amazing taste of my handsome man's ass." Her tongue lapped in long, slow strokes all up and down my hairy crack, sending shivers of bliss up and down my spine. When she stuck her tongue all the way inside me I groaned and bucked backward into her face, forcing her to go even deeper. I instinctively reached around me and clasped my hand to the back of Sherry's head, pulling her into my asshole all the harder. She was bouncing my balls in her hot hand and the combination of sensations made me whimper like a baby. I remembered the very first time Sherry had eaten my ass out. I knew right then I had to marry this girl. Very few women I had ever made it with were courageous enough to eat out a guy's ass but Sherry did it with a hungry alacrity that made my mind reel. I knew I had found a treasure. She was definitely my female counterpart when it came to savoring all the rich scents and flavors of the human body. She loved it all - my un-deodorized armpits, my stinky nuts at the end of a long day of work or play, the rich, earthy aroma of my ass, the cheesy stink of my dirty socks, you name it, Sherry delighted in it. Just like me, a true little pig, but a tender and beautiful one. Our relationship had always been based on what I wanted and more-or-less commanded. Sherry and I were strict traditionalists when it came to our gender roles, but we both liked it that way. She knew I liked her legs and armpits shaved and her body to be lightly perfumed with light floral oils and essences, while I refused to use deodorant or anything more heavily perfumed than Ivory soap. Sherry actually loved my body smells, and took infinite care with her own body, keeping herself smooth and silky and smelling faintly like a flower, just the way I like women. Sherry was nearly purring while she ate my asshole out and I was beginning to feel another huge surge of cum start to boil in my balls. I glanced at the clock next to our bed and saw that I was going to be late picking the boys up from school. Groaning because I knew I had to break the heavenly contact of soft, sweet mouth and hairy asshole, I scooted up onto my knees and told them I had to go pick up the boys. Stella wanted to come with me, but I told her there wouldn't be room for all of us. She sighed and tossed her hair back and said she'd have a surprise waiting for us guys when we got back. I gave both my wife and daughter a good kiss on their lips and another on their pussies and pulled on a ratty pair of sweat shorts and a used t-shirt. Both the girls stood and pressed against me, kissing me all over, as I got dressed. By the time I went out to the truck my cock was tenting my shorts so bad it was hilarious. On the drive to school I realized I had made a mistake in taking the truck, having forgotten that Colin would be an extra passenger on the ride home. It would be a cramped drive back to the house. Tim dropped the boys off at school on his way to work in the mornings, and his SUV was big enough to seat many more besides 3 small kids comfortably. I had to laugh to myself as I pulled up at the school, wondering how we were all going to squeeze into the cab. When I pulled up, the kids were already out for the day and I saw our 3 handsome boys waiting at the curb with a few other kids, joking and shoving and scampering around each other. I honked my horn as I approached the drive and the boys looked up and waved happily as I pulled into the lot. I flung the cab door open and said, "Hop in, fellas, it's gonna be a tight fit." Colin climbed in first, then Matt and finally Mike. Colin was squeezed so tight next to me that he had to nearly sit sideways. Mike volunteered to sit in the back of the truck, but I didn't think it was safe enough, so I made us all cram into the cab. "How'd your day go, guys?" I asked merrily as we pulled away from the school and merged back into traffic. "It was fun, Dad, but the kids are sort of stupid," Colin said. "You're stupid," Mike added a little nastily. "What do you mean, babe?" I asked my son. "Colin thinks the kids at school are immature and act like babies," Matt explained. Matt had a gift for summarizing situations quickly and clearly. "That true, babe?" I asked Colin. "Yep." "He's just mad cuz I told him he had to keep his hands off me in front of my friends," Mike added. "Mike's right, Colin, you can't be loving him and Matt in front of other people, Son." "It's just so dumb, though," Colin said quietly. The cab got quiet for a minute or two and then Mike said, "Colin, you know I love goofing off with you but not in front of my friends. How would I explain it to them? They don't do lovey stuff with each other like we do." "Which is too bad, but that's the way the world is, baby," I said to Colin. He sighed and after a moment he said, "I know. It's just sad." Matt chimed in with a giggle, "We should start a secret club at school for kids who aren't scared to goof off with each other." Mike and Colin cracked up and giggled about this idea and I smiled as they figured things out for themselves. Suddenly Colin remembered that his mom and sister were due home today and asked me if they had arrived yet. When I said yes, the boys all cheered and laughed and my heart pumped with love at how happy they were to know that Sherry and Stella were back with us. We got home fairly fast, probably because I was speeding whenever I could. When we pulled into the driveway, Sherry came out the front door and waved and the boys all started yelping and squirming around in their seats. As soon as the truck was standing still they were out the door, running and scrambling over to Sherry as fast as their skinny legs could carry them. As I parked the truck I watched Colin fly into his mom's arms and hug her tight before he kissed her on the lips and started chattering at her. Mike was right behind him and Colin stepped aside so Mike could give Sherry a kiss, too. I could see Sherry hold Mike at arm's length for a moment, smiling and examining him and saying something that made them both smile and laugh. I figured Sherry was telling Mike that he was growing up and that he was a mighty handsome boy, cuz when she was done talking they hugged and Mike gave Sherry a tremendously sexy deep kiss, right there in our front yard. It cracked me up to wonder what our neighbors might think if they saw this happening, an 11 year-old boy quite obviously french kissing a grown up woman while he groped her tits. Matt was hugging Sherry from behind and when she was done kissing Mike she turned and drew him into her body. Matt buried his adorable face between Sherry's tits and I could hear them both giggle and shriek in glee. When he pulled his face back, Sherry cupped his little head in her hands and planted a firm, loving kiss right on his pretty little mouth. By now I was out of the truck and we all went inside. As I put my arm around Sherry's waist she told me that Tim had called while we were gone and said he was leaving work a bit early and would be here soon. She gave me a look and added that Stella had been primping since Tim called. We chuckled together and I told Sherry Tim was probably checking himself out in a mirror somewhere, too, wondering if he needed to shave before he got home. Those two just couldn't get enough of each other, and they acted like adolescent lovers. Seeing them together was a total turn-on for me and I know Sherry was amused by them, too. We hadn't been home more than 5 or 10 minutes when Tim pulled the SUV up behind my truck. Footsteps hurried down the stairs and I turned my head to see the back of Stella flying out the front door. I glanced out the huge picture window in our living room that looked out over the front yard and saw her bound over to the SUV, open the passenger door, climb inside and quickly shut the door again. Tim hadn't even turned the ignition off yet. Everyone was in the kitchen helping put dinner together and when I walked in and announced that Tim was home, Sherry told me we better alert Stella. I laughed and told Sherry our daughter was already in the SUV with him. We all snickered and went back to preparing our meal. Everyone else seemed to forget about Tim and Stella but I noticed they didn't come in for about another 10 or 15 minutes. Just as I walked back into the living room and glanced out the window again I saw Stella hop out of the SUV and run to the driver's side as the door opened and Tim stepped out. I laughed out loud, really roared, and called Sherry into the room. She hurried in and I told her to take a look out the window. Stella had Tim by the hand and was sort of pulling him towards the house, giggling and chattering at him a mile a minute. Tim looked slightly disheveled and out of it. His hair looked sweaty and his tie was askew. A series of wet splotches marked the front of his dress slacks and big patches of sperm had soaked through, pearly white and thick against the dark gray fabric. His fly was wide open and I immediately knew what had happened. Stella had greeted her beloved uncle with a quick hand job and Tim hadn't been able to resist the urge to empty his nuts after a long day at work. I also knew his excitement for Stella had probably pushed him over the edge, making him cum fast. Stella looked happy and almost triumphant, tossing her long hair back as she scampered towards the front steps, her yellow sun dress showing off her slender, tan legs. As soon as they walked in I pointed at my brother and cackled, asking him if he'd had a little accident in his pants. "Hah! No accident, bro, it was definitely intentional!" He was laughing and blushing, Stella still holding him by the hand. Sherry came up to my brother and hugged him, not caring if his cum got on her bare legs or shorts or anywhere else. To us in our clan, cum is like nectar and no one finds it distasteful or inconvenient, no matter how messy it gets. Tim let go of Stella's hand and grabbed Sherry in a strong embrace, kissing her throat and lips while he stroked her thick golden hair. When they were done saying hello, Tim went upstairs and came back down a few minutes later, naked and refreshed after washing up a bit. Stella eyeballed him like he was a young teen heart-throb straight from the pages of one of her fan magazines. The boys all greeted Tim with hugs and kisses and went back to getting dinner made. I love meals in our household. Everyone participates and helps out and it's a nice bonding experience for us all. Sherry was making a delicious Moroccan vegetable stew, one of our favorites, with couscous, a huge garden salad and lots of crusty french bread. Once dinner was ready and served, we all sat down at the huge table and gorged. Since it was the girls' homecoming, we celebrated with a few good bottles of wine. Matt and Colin got pretty tipsy from drinking too much too fast when we weren't watching and their antics made us all laugh. Tim was busy talking with Sherry about her work month and the adventures she'd had, so Stella spent her time chatting with Mike, her favorite of Tim's boys. She still found Matt annoying because he was 9, but Mike she liked really well. I guessed that she had a crush on Mike almost as badly as she had on his father. When we were through eating Tim and Sherry and I decided that we'd do the cleaning and washing up and we excused the kids from the table. Colin and Matt watched TV in the living room and Mike and Stella went upstairs to the bedroom. It didn't take long for the three of us to clean up and when we were finished we collected the boys and we all went upstairs to kick back and enjoy each other's company. It didn't surprise any of us to find Mike and Stella on the floor of the bedroom, Mike's hard little 11 year-old prick gliding in and out of my daughter's pretty pussy. We let Stella and the boys engage in innocent kid-fucking anytime they felt like it and that meant pretty often. We were all used by now to seeing them going at it all over the house. Nobody thought anything of it anymore, but it still made me feel all warm and tingly whenever I came across them engaging in some good, childish sexplay. Stella had popped her own cherry when she was about 8 1/2, shortly after we gave her her first "wacky" for her 8th birthday. She had been pushing it deeper and deeper into her cunt and finally one afternoon she had come to Sherry, crying and bleeding a bit, and Sherry had tended to her after calming her down and assuring the little thing that she would be OK. This had happened during one of my work periods, so I wasn't around to witness it myself. But we all knew what it meant. Stella would now be able to lovingly play more completely with us without our having to worry about hurting her or causing her any pain or discomfort. For the first year or so after the mishap with her "wacky", we adults decided Stella was still too small for any major penetrative sexplay with Tim and I. But we did let Stella play with Mike and the other boys however and whenever they pleased, since we saw absolutely no harm in it. And I have to say they all taught each other vast amounts about their bodies and how to make them feel good. They trained each other as much as we adults ever did. When Stella was around 10 or 10 1/2, she began to verbally and physically coax my brother and I to fill her little cunt with our man-sized pricks. When we balked, she demonstrated to us that she could comfortably accommodate a "wacky" roughly the same size as our cocks, and we praised her for figuring out how to convince us that she was ready to take us in. Since then, Tim and I had been filling my sweet little girl regularly and she loved it at least as much as Tim and I. It was around that time that Stella and Tim began treating each other almost like lovers and I teased Tim occasionally about his taking Stella as a second wife. Tim would only blush and laugh, telling me I was full of shit, but I could tell that the idea got him excited, a grown man married to a little girl. But we were firm on making the kids wait for their First Communions with their dads, our term for anal sex with youngsters. Stella was now the only one of our kids uninitiated into the intimate glories of getting it up the ass from their fathers. We hadn't expected things to move so quickly with the boys, but they had been insistent and we believed they were ready for this amazing bonding experience. Stella was the last to undergo the rite and we were anxious to include her into the fold. Anyway, we stepped over Mike as he banged away on Stella. Sherry laughed that husky chuckle of hers and said, "Leave some for me, handsome!" to Mike and he started humming as he approached orgasm. Stella had her finger up Mike's butt, her legs spread wide as Mike pounded her sweet little gash. The added stimulation only made Mike pump harder. It looked so sweet and sexy. Colin and Matt paused momentarily at the squirming tangle of young bodies rutting on the floor, petting and stroking various parts of their brother and sister (and cousins) before they joined us adults on the bed. We watched Mike and Stella finish up while we fondled one another and congratulated them on how well they loved each other. Their little faces were shining with pride and the exhilaration of physical love. They uncoupled and climbed up onto the huge master bed. We lay in a heap of bodies, warm and cozy and fragrant, kissing and licking and sniffing and tasting every available area of naked flesh. This was what a loving family should be like, I remember thinking, lost in the happiness of being surrounded by those I loved more than anything else in the world. Colin was climbing over me, laughing and tickling away, while Mike and Matt kissed each other for a bit before turning their attention to Sherry. Matt dove down to my wife's crotch and began to lick and nuzzle her muff while Mike sidled up to her and kissed Sherry's full, heavy breasts. My dick thickened fast when he started sucking on the dark pink nipples. Sherry hissed in her breath when he started in and the sight of his big white boy teeth lightly clamping down on her nipples made me want to taste them, too. While Mike was busy with one nipple I suckled on Sherry's other tit; she was rubbing and licking our heads and it felt incredible. Sherry sighed and giggled at us, calling us her good boys. Mike and I glanced at each other and smiled, then leaned forward to give each other a nice, deep kiss. I still wanted to spend a few hours alone with the boy. He really excited me. Matt had his tongue slithering in and out of Sherry's cunt and when he rose up on his knees his little face was shiny with pussy juice and saliva. I hauled him up to me and wrapped my arms around him, licking his face and mouth before I shoved my tongue down his throat. Matt responded like a true little man, horny and full of lusty excitement. The smell of Sherry's pussy always seemed to make Matt extra-exuberant. Beside us, Tim and Stella were making out like horny teenagers and I couldn't stop looking at them. Tim had his hand wedged deep between Stella's thighs, working his fingers all in and around her little gash and obviously teasing her clit, making Stella groan and thrash with good feelings. Colin was rubbing his hard little dick against my brother's ass crack and telling Stella not to hog Tim all night. Stella shot him a withering glance but otherwise ignored her little brother. Sherry had Mike on top of her now and I helped guide his little stiffy into her cunt. Mike moaned and said Sherry's pussy felt even better than he remembered it and we all laughed. Here was this amazing 11 year-old boy, telling my hot 37 year-old wife her cunt felt even better than usual. Just thrilling and beautiful to us all! Sherry told Mike she wanted to be on top so with an excited snicker Mike rolled off her and got on his back. Sherry straddled Mike's hips and enveloped his dick with her pussy and bounced up and down on it gently until Mike panted and whimpered as he bucked up into her. I got up on my knees behind Sherry, wrapping my hairy arms around her and kissing the back of her neck. I felt Colin behind me, positioning himself so he could smell my butt before he tongued it with fast, short movements. I squealed and laughed and Colin moved down to his mom's ass and lapped his tongue all over it. "Oh, my little lover-boy, I love it when you do that! Put it in me, will you, baby? You always know how to make your mama feel so happy!" Colin giggled in delight and I moved away from Sherry so he could shove his little dick up his mom's sweet hole. Sherry had to lean forward so Colin could scoot in close enough and it was a marvelous vision. Our son had his dick up his mom's ass while his cousin was pistoning in and out of her pussy. Sherry loved being full of boys, or "boyful" as she called it when she was getting it from them at both ends. I spread Colin's legs wide and got an eyeful of his tight pink pucker, so moist and tasty-looking. I leaned down and crammed my nose so close against his hole that I actually got most of it inside him before I felt like I was going to suffocate. When I pulled my face away from his musky little ass all I could smell was his butt. My cock was so hard it hurt. By now, Tim was fucking Stella like a stallion. I loved watching my handsome brother top my little girl. They looked so transported with love and pleasure, it made me proud of them both. I rolled over to slide in close to them, Stella turning her face away from Tim's ravenous mouth every once in a while to give her dad some passionate kisses. I was rubbing my legs against them both, thrilling to the feel of the coarse hairs grinding against my daughter's smooth, tender skin and my brother's muscular, hairy calves. The smell of sex wafting off them made my cock spring up like it had been pumped full of steroids. I climbed over Sherry and the boys and got behind Tim, biting his neck and traveling down to his ass. I spread his hairy cheeks and spit on his asshole, lubing it up old-school style so I could slide my cock deep inside him while he fucked my beautiful little girl. Matt came and sat beside us, transfixed by the sight of me sliding my dick into my moaning brother while he paused in his plunging deep inside Stella. I fucked my brother for a short while until I fell back, overwhelmed by the wonder of my family, our amazing clan. Tim picked up his pace and raced to a furious finish, roaring as his sperm spurted deep inside my daughter. Watching all this loving activity just made me happier than ever. But finally I couldn't wait any longer and when the action paused I said, "So, what's the big surprise you ladies said you had for us?" Sherry and Stella exchanged a significant look and immediately everyone else was at full attention. "What surprise? What's going on?" Colin asked. The other boys picked up on his refrain. Sherry looked at each of us, smiling and getting that special look in her eyes that signaled she was about to tell us something wonderful. "Well, to start with, Stella got her first period while we were at the camp." Tim and I stared at Stella who was blushing and staring at the sheets while she fingered her little cum-dripping pussy. When she looked up at us her eyes were glittering. "Baby, you're a little woman now!" I whispered. Tim was smiling like a devil. "And I made a decision, and Mom thinks it's a good one. I hope everybody else does, too, cuz it's what I want to do." It went silent and everybody started asking questions when Stella and Sherry remained quiet. "What did you decide, Beauty?" I asked after I got the boys to settle down and be still. Sherry prodded Stella with her bare foot and Stella cleared her throat before resuming. "Well, I decided I want to have a baby. Now. And then another one when I'm 16." We were all speechless. Sherry was beaming like a loving mother and I knew she had already made up her mind about this possibility. I had mixed feelings, but nothing worth agonizing over. What preoccupied me most was wondering who she wanted the baby's father to be. "Daddy, I know you've always wanted more kids and I figured now that I can have them, I want to give you some, too." I was overcome with emotion and wept a bit from having such a full heart. Nobody moved, just sat still and looked at me. After a moment, everyone -- my brother, our boys, and my wife -- scooted closer to me and touched me lovingly all over. When I had regained my composure, Stella asked me why I was sad. "Oh, Beauty, I'm not sad at all, I'm happier than I've ever been. I just can't believe you'd do something like this for your old man. I love you so much, Stella baby." She smiled and got to her knees, throwing her lithe arms around my neck and kissing me full on the mouth. "Oh, Daddy, you're so silly! I love you more than anything and of course I want to make you happy!" She laughed that silvery chuckle of hers and my heart swelled with love. She sat back on her haunches and we all clustered 'round her, like she was about to start a lecture. Sherry laughed and said, "Go on, sweetheart, tell them what we figured out." Stella looked at us all with shiny eyes and a wide smile and then began. "OK, here's what we do. Me and Mom figured it all out. For the first baby, I want Dad and Uncle Tim to do it to me each time so that the baby will have 2 dads and we won't know whose it is." She paused and looked at us, silently waiting for questions. None were coming, so she went on. "OK. Well, then when I turn 16 I want to have another baby and why I want to wait until then is so all you guys will be able to cum by then, probably." She shot Matt a glance for a brief flash. "Then, you guys will all cum in a cup and we'll put it in a turkey baster and squirt it up me. That way, we really won't know who the father is, and you can all be the baby's dads in a way. It'll be our community baby. Both of them will be, really. Isn't that he coolest thing you've ever heard?" She was flushed from her excitement and it was contagious. We were all hyped up with enthusiasm for one reason or another. Tim spoke up first. "How're we gonna explain it to everybody? A pregnant 12 year-old?" Sherry answered him. "We'll say she got pregnant while she was at camp. We don't know who the father is. Nobody will be shocked for long and when we tell them we're keeping the baby they'll just think we're being PC." I laughed my ass off about that, we all did. We collectively pretty much hated the bullshit PC attitude that Berkeley is known for. My family is actually pretty damned conservative. Not Republican at all, just traditional and conservative about some major issues. A further surprise! We discussed it some more and the boys asked if it meant they had to stop having dick sex (what they were then calling fucking) with Stella once she was pregnant and we told them no, of course not. We figured Stella would be active as long as she wanted to be, but at least into her 7th month, probably longer. The idea of loving my daughter while she was full of our baby was a total turn-on for me, I have to admit. I could see that same gleam in Tim's eyes. When we had all our questions answered and everyone had had their say, Sherry asked Stella who she wanted to go first. It was clear that we were all ready to start making a baby. "Dad, of course! I'm his daughter so he gets to go first, out of respect. Not that I don't love you, Daddy!" She giggled. "I love you in a special way, like I don't love anybody else. I love you so much, Daddy!" She threw her arm around my neck and kissed me long and lovingly until my cock was throbbing with devotion. Stella lay back on the bed and hiked her knees up as she spread her beautiful legs open to receive me. My dick jerked so hard it almost made me cum as I gazed down at my lovely little girl. Her once-flat chest was just beginning to take on that swollen, pubescent look, little mounds of flesh that soon would sprout into actual womanly breasts. I tweaked her nipples and ran my hand between her thighs, feeling her moist heat beat against my hand. As I climbed on top of her, she said softly, "You still have to give me my First Communion tonight, Dad, you gotta promise." I chuckled and said, "Anything you want tonight, Beauty, anything." I noticed Colin had a sort of sadsack look on his adorable face and I laughed. "Hey, Squirt, while I do it to Stella why don't you do it to me? That way, it'll be like you're helping me out by doing it with me. You wanna do that for us?" Colin nodded eagerly, softly giggling like he was admitting he was a bit jealous about not being able to actively make a baby. When I was deep inside Stella, Colin leaned against me and pushed himself inside me. I felt like I was being finger-fucked and it just made me pump harder and more enjoyably. Everybody else sat around us while we made love, touching and talking to us both, telling us how good it was to see us in action so intensely. Tim's boys were highly aroused and kept kissing and smelling each other while we went at it. Tim, of course, alternated between giving Stella and Colin and me good, deep kisses. Sherry played with Stella's hair and rubbed her face against my bristly five o'clock shadow a bunch of times. That always gets me super horny. And she always came in for some amazing kisses just when I needed them most. She knew all the little signals and signs of my body and imagination and her timing was impeccable. It didn't take long at all before I was pumping out my seed and filling my little girl's cunt. As I finished emptying my nuts her pussy started making those sloppy, wet, squishing sounds the whole clan knows and loves so well. As soon as we heard it, we all sighed and murmured with excitement. Tim rubbed my sweating hairy ass cheeks as my bucking slowed to a stop. When I quieted down and just relaxed on top of Stella, catching my breath and simply reveling in the good feelings, Tim gave my ass a sharp slap and told me to pull out cuz it was his turn again. "What the hell? You just finished, bro!" I laughed at him. "Yeah, but that was before we knew about the plan," he answered. We all laughed with him. Stella gave a satisfied sigh beneath me and I gave her a tender, fatherly kiss as I pulled my cock out of her slimy gash. A big drop of nut still clung to my piss slit, and as Tim mounted Stella and slid into her sperm-lubed cunt to start making babies, I wrapped my fist around my cock and offered it to anybody who wanted a shot at it. Smiling like the sweetest little boy I ever saw, Colin scooted over to me and licked my dick. As soon as he tasted my cum mixed with his sister's pussy juice, he hummed and started sucking it, smacking his lips when he was through cleaning me off. I love to watch people have sex, I admit it. I especially like to watch people I know and love having sex. But what I really love most is watching my brother go at it with my daughter, almost as much as I enjoy seeing him get in on with the boys in our family. Timmy was really making love to Stella, not just fucking her to get them off. The way they swapped spit with their kisses; the way Stella wrapped her legs around her uncle's hairy thighs and calves; the moaning, gasping delirium they made each other feel - all these things just made my head swim because I could feel the intensity of their emotional passion over-riding everything else. After my brother and daughter were finished with their intense coupling we all sat back on the bed and watched TV for a while before we turned in for the night. I begged off on giving Stella her First Communion because I was drained and she laughingly gave me a one-day reprieve. Eventually, the kids went to their beds and Sherry and Tim and I curled into each other. Before sleep overtook me I saw that Colin and Matt were in one bed and Mike and Stella in another. Busy little bodies kept slipping and sliding over each other and their delightful laughter softly lulled me into dreamland. Maybe this is a good spot to say something else about our little clan. All I'm telling you is about the sexy parts of how we live. But you should know that we live very normal lives otherwise. We sometimes bicker and argue, we laugh and go on family vacations and love going to the movies and all the regular stuff, just like so-called "normal" families do. We struggle with the kids infrequently over minor discipline issues, they occasionally get pissed-off at our authority and push the boundaries, just like every other kid in the world. The difference is that at the end of the day, we know we can let all that go and just sink into the love and security of physically sharing our love with each other as we also reaffirm our devotion to our entire family. To me that's what makes our little clan so happy and successful. Also, it's not like we're having sex 24/7. I'm just hitting the high spots and milestones with these recounts. Some evenings we're not all in the mood or too tired or whatever. It is safe to say, though, that on any given evening at least 2 of us will engage is some sort of sexual loving. It frequently gets added to, but almost always at least two. Anyway, in less than a month, Stella had missed her period and we did a home pregnancy test before we took her to our doctor to make sure she was pregnant. We had to feign surprise and concern until we were in the truck heading home. Then our act turned into a celebration. My brother and I had been fucking my daughter twice a day each, every day, since we'd started this incredibly beautiful project. In less than a year, our 12 year-old Stella would be a mom, and my brother and I would be new fathers again. Fortunately for us all, Sherry had trained as a midwife and we planned for the baby's birth to happen at home, barring any unforeseen difficulties. The boys were oddly proud about the pregnancy and talked endlessly about how they were going to be the best brothers ever to the new kid as soon as it was born. They also bragged about how they were going to help father the next baby as soon as they could cum. We debated about whether or not we should run the tests that tell you what sex the baby is, but we wanted to be surprised, so we opted out on getting the test done. The oddest thing about the pregnancy was how our family friends reacted to it. A few were shocked and sort of dismayed for us, but it quickly turned to happiness once they realized how excited we were about the pending arrival. Just like we hoped, everybody thought we were being very liberal and open-minded about the baby. Stella handled all the ins-and-outs of her time well. Her little girl friends in her study and play groups were curious and sort of scared by the whole idea, but Stella soon set them straight and they quickly came to be as excited as their parents were. To most of those little girls it was like Stella would soon be getting a new doll. Very sweet. When we were alone and happily involved with each other during the evenings and week-ends, Stella loved it when we kissed her swollen belly and talked to the baby growing inside her with soft, loving words. After everybody had said a little something or at least "good night, baby," one thing she especially liked was for Tim and I to cum on her belly and get it all coated with our combined loads. We called it "pre-arrival baptism." Everything went smoothly and without incident. During those nine months, gradual changes began to crop up that only made the whole experience better for all of us. Towards the end of the 7th month, one night when we were all out in the backyard, Tim and Mike were wrestling around and goofing off on the huge lawn. They had been at it for about 20 minutes and they were both panting hard but having a great time. At last Tim pinned Mike and started loving him all over as his victory prize. Mike, of course, was more than willing to give-in. It was just a quick blow job. Over the past several weeks Mike's voice had been cracking pretty much every time he opened his mouth. It was hilarious to everyone but Mike, but it also excited the hell out of us. The harbinger of puberty! Suddenly, Tim pulled his head back seconds after Mike finished his orgasm. Tim had a huge grin on his face and opened his mouth, sticking out a shiny, semen-slicked tongue. "Guess who just came in his dad's mouth? Guess whose cum tastes so good I can't even describe it?" Tim looked so goddamned proud, it was beautiful to see. Like the Raiders had just won the Super Bowl. Mike was clearly feeling like Superman, invincible and triumphant. "I can cum!" he shouted, racing around the lawn, ending in puppy-like tumbling and cartwheels. Colin and Matt pounded him on the back and made jokes about how potent and manly Mike would now become as the kid shook his dick in their faces. Stella hugged him in a romantic embrace that made Mike's cock spring back into life. The girl certainly knew the right way to congratulate a boy! When we went back inside for the night we all celebrated Mike's new ability by having a good, old-fashioned circle jerk. We were all eager for a sight and sample of his jizz. When he nutted it was only a few drops of clear semen but it tasted strong and seedy, much like his dad's. Everyone agreed it was delicious and Mike was strutting like a little Mussolini afterwards. Cute and funny as hell. Sherry and I had discussed the small size of our family many, many times over the years. Neither of us were terrible happy about the fact, and both of us would have liked nothing better than to have our big house full of happy kids, noisy and rambunctious as hell, but with our work we knew this would be impractical. As a result, Sherry had been on the pill for over a decade. We both agreed that I should be able to carry on without having to resort to condoms, which I totally hate. They don't allow me to fully experience my sexual powers and Sherry understands that it's my privilege to enjoy sex without any hindrances. The irony of what we were doing didn't escape me or my brother. Having been brought up in a strict Mormon family, I rebelled against all the religious, obedient bullshit in my early teens, but Tim had mostly gone along with it for much of his life. It was only in the past few years that he had strayed away from basic Church teachings. His sons never really participated much in church life, but Tim tried to keep them actively involved until his own interest and conviction faded. By then, the boys were bored by the whole religion and Tim didn't force the issue ever again. Now, they all found it fairly hilarious. Still, all that early brainwashing by the Church sort of sticks with you for life. Same thing happens to ex-Catholics, too, I've heard. In our case, we seemed to be subconsciously going beyond our childhood training and recreating the old-school polygamous nature of the Mormon faith: but with an obvious twist. We were all aware that our clan would be labeled perverted by the outside world and most definitely by the Church, had it been known. But the perverse nature of our family only made it more of a pioneering adventure to all of us, although we didn't truly think what we were doing was perverted. Different, alternative, daring, yes. But how can the natural appetite for loved ones, regardless of who they are, be perverted or wrong when everything is done out of mutual desire? No coercion, no threats, no manipulation. Just love, unrestrained love. We knew what we did and felt was unique and wonderful no matter what anyone else thought or said. The day Stella birthed the baby was just a couple of weeks after Mike's 12th birthday. Colin had turned 11 about halfway through her pregnancy and Matt turned 10 shortly after that. We adults were just itching for our boys to start going through puberty together. We were thrilled to think about the changes that would occur in Mike's and Colin's bodies in less than a year if they followed the puberty patterns of their fathers at all. We figured they would, since they seemed to take after Tim and I in most other physical aspects. All the boys had peach fuzz on their arms and especially their legs and Mike already had a very light dusting of dark fuzz growing over his upper lip. Both my brother and I started puberty right around 12 years-old and are fairly hairy men; it looked like the boys were going to bloom much like us. Tim and I had a bet on which boy would end up having the biggest dick. My bet was on Colin, of course, and Tim's was on Mike. But Matt was surprisingly well endowed for a 10 year-old and we joked that maybe we'd both be proved wrong. Our boys were getting obsessed with their dick size and compared them all the time. At first Stella teased them about being obsessed with their dicks and Matt stunned her when he said of course they were but he knew the girls couldn't understand it properly because they didn't have anything on their body that grew when they got aroused. That seemed to put it in perspective for Stella and from that time on she merely chuckled when they hauled out their dicks and examined each other and themselves carefully for signs of growth and girth. I loved watching them, too. We all did. Soon our boys would be young men and our bed would be filled with even more big hairy dicks. We knew they'd be so fucking hot and beautiful, perpetually horny and aching to release all the sweet juice ripening in the hairy sacks between their legs. The pleasures that awaited us all were dizzying to think of. The boys and Stella felt it as much as us adults The day the baby was born I was woken by movement and unfamiliar sounds in the house. I glanced at the clock and saw that it was not quite yet 4 a.m. I sat up and Sherry came into the room at that moment, looking flushed and excited but a little nervous, too. I asked her what was going on and she told me Stella was getting ready to deliver and a couple of women from our circle of friends had just arrived to help. I offered to help as well, but Sherry told me I'd only be in the way. I was only too happy to go back to sleep, hoping for wonderful dreams of our new baby. I did succeed in getting Sherry to take the video camera with her into the bedroom down the hall that would serve as the delivery room and a promise to film the entire process. The boys were sleeping soundly and I could hear the regular rhythm of their breath as they dreamed. Tim rolled over while Sherry and I talked in hushed voices, but he didn't really wake up completely. When she went back to Stella I climbed back into bed beside him and spooned up close behind him, thrilling to the luxury of having the entire bed to ourselves. It reminded me of the countless times Tim had joined me in my bed when we were still living at our parents' home, starting when Tim was 15 and I was 24. It only seemed right to celebrate the birth of our new child by making love to my handsome brother now, so I began kissing the back of his neck and head until I got him aroused and eager for sex. Tim always called me a "midnight snacker," meaning that I frequently wake up in the middle of the night feeling frisky and horny and hungry for hot sex. It never bothered him that I would wake him up out of a deep sleep just to get off. I always made him cum so hard and good that he never minded being woken up. In fact, we both admitted that we loved being woken up by a guy insistent on having sex, knowing exactly what the other guy was feeling and reveling in the relentless, self-absorbed nature of the male sexual appetite. It was a quality we definitely shared in common. I climbed over him so we could be face-to-face and I leaned my forehead against his, quiet except for the sleepy rhythm of our breathing. "Hey, bro, we're about to become dads again!" I whispered it in his face. He muttered and inhaled, then sighed and his eyes flickered open. All of a sudden he got a startled, wide-awake look on his face and said, "Stella had the baby?" "Not yet, bro, but she's getting ready. It's OK, the ladies are with her. Just lie back and be happy, babe." We stared at each other for a moment, gazing at the faces we both knew and loved more than anything. He smiled at me and I grinned back. Hungry for his touch, I hauled my body into his and rolled on top of him, rubbing my dick over his stomach and pubes. The scratchiness of his hairy crotch got me hard in seconds. Him, too. "Congratulations, you handsome fucker!" I laughingly growled into his ear. He chuckled and squeezed my hairy ass in his hot, dexterous architect's hands. "You, too, Cal. I fucking love you more than ever, brother. Now we're both dads. Isn't that incredible? We both are. Together. We made that baby, we both made it, in a way. That's so fucking amazing." We kissed so hard and rough that we both got razor burn and it felt great. It was refreshing to be able to make love alone together and concentrate only on each other. Usually we had to contend with the kids' or the girls' needs as well as our own. But now it was just us two and we could be as piggish as we liked. Tim buried his face in my armpits and whimpered when he got a good dose of my sweat stink. I was already burrowing into his swampy pits and inhaled the animal scent of his maleness like I was taking a huge bong rip. My lungs were full of the smell of my brother's skunky tang. Once we both had each other's individual scents deep in our sinuses, we really let loose with our passion. We fucked and sucked and licked and probed every square inch of flesh we could reach. Tim fucked me and filled me up with his hot, thick sperm, and I sucked his dick after he pulled out, something I had never done before. I felt unleashed and wanted to get as down-and-dirty as I could get, furious with nasty ideas and impulses. The combined flavors made me crazy and my brother leaned in for a kiss so he could taste it, too. It had been a long time since we had been able to be this primal and unrestrained with each other. It felt good. Necessary, almost. I jacked off with my cock aimed right at his face, straddling him after I'd wiped my freshly-fucked asshole off on the sheet, leaving a greasy beige streak as a memento. My brother looked so fucking hot and horny as he waited with his mouth wide open and his tongue sticking out like he was about to receive holy communion. When I came, it looked like my brother's beautiful face had been frosted all over with icing. Hot, fresh jizz was dripping off him and he was rapidly scooping it up on his fingertips and sucking it off while he burbled like a newborn. I helped clean him up by licking some off his eyelids and lashes, savoring that special Cal flavor that we all love so well. We fell asleep completely spent and so much in love with our lives, our family, and each other. We slept like the Blessed and when we woke up we had a new little life amongst us. Stella gave birth to our new, adorable little son around 6 a.m. He had reddish-brown hair and huge blue eyes, with a nice little dick and a big nutsack. Her delivery had been intense and grueling but Sherry got her through it like a pro. All the women did. We threw them a huge party a couple of months later and they all became godmothers to the baby. We named him Tobias. Actually, Stella had final say, but we trusted her to choose wisely and we all liked the name. Plus, we knew it would get shortened to Toby and we thought that was a cool name, too. Tobias Joseph Elijah, our brand new family member! The whole clan adjusted quickly and happily to his presence. We adults took turns getting up at night for his feedings and we all shared diaper duty. The boys couldn't get enough of Tobias. They held him, tickled him, fed, bathed, and played with him non-stop. Stella rarely let him out of her sight and the fact that the boys were so good with him made Stella love our boys all the more. Even Matt and Colin were deep in Stella's good graces now. We had all agreed that the baby should be in bed with us whenever possible when we made love so he could become accustomed to it from birth. Someone would always volunteer to be the designated baby-watcher to make sure we didn't roll on top of him or knock him off the bed or anything. Tobias seemed to really enjoy the contact of naked flesh and he chuckled his baby laugh whenever we included him in our lovemaking or cuddled naked with him. Like I did with my other kids, us guys jacked off in front of him whenever possible and Tobias seemed to like that, too. He'd stare at me with his big blue eyes and grin, shaking his little fists in glee whenever I'd moan before I shot my load. A few times I came on him just to see how he'd react to getting drenched with warm cum and he giggled and writhed under the sperm showers. Our new boy was definitely one of us! Mike was keeping a film diary of the baby and our family and we'd all gather on the bed each evening to watch what Mike had filmed that day. I remember one evening when Tobias was a few months old Mike showed us a film that he and Stella had shot earlier that afternoon. In the video, Stella is holding the baby and feeding him from a baby-bottle. Mike had the camera zoomed in tight on Toby's lips as he sucks on the nipple. He pulled the zoom back and focused in on Stella's face as she smiles and mugs at the camera. Then he aims the lens at her crotch and says some sexy, loving stuff to Stella. The scene ends abruptly and when the next scene starts it's a shock, but a thrilling and exciting one. Mike had placed the camera on the bed right next to Tobias's head and we could hear the sounds of Mike beating off, just out of camera range. Stella is still giggling and encouraging Mike on, telling him how good he looks and stoking his horniness by saying what she'd like to do with Mike later on. All of a sudden, Mike's naked torso enters the frame and he leans forward until the tip of his dick is just touching Toby's lips. The baby suckles Mike's dick like it was a nipple and suddenly Mike's thighs shiver and we hear him moan. Stella gasps in delight as some semen spurts out of Mike's prick and coats the baby's lips and chin. A few small pearls go directly into Toby's mouth and he smiles while his pretty little lips continue to purse and suck, even though there's nothing to suck on. When he realizes the source of this tasty treat is gone, his little face screws up and he starts to cry. Mike and Stella giggle some more as Mike fumbles with the camera and turns it off. When the tape finished, Mike and Stella looked at us and we all had a good laugh at how clever and tender the kids were with Toby. Mike reminded us all that Toby's first taste of cum was his, and he said it was something he'd always be proud of and that he now felt a special bond with his new little brother. We thought that was the sweetest thing we had ever heard. The arrival of a child is always something miraculous, and in our case the effect was even more evident. Toby's presence made us all realize how blessed we were to be together and how wonderful it was to be loved in every way imaginable by each other. A new generation in our family's history had begun.