Date: Mon, 16 May 2005 13:24:16 EDT
From: Badgod69@aol.com
Subject: MY BROTHER & OUR BOYS, Part 5

The three years between the birth of our new son Tobias and my daughter
Stella's second pregnancy flew by so quickly and happily that we were all
sort of surprised when we realized it was time to make a baby again.  The
major difference was that there were 5 of us guys who could contribute this
time around.

Shortly before Stella's 16th birthday my wife Sherry discussed with our
whole clan the possibility of her becoming pregnant, as well.  After
talking and problem-solving for over an hour we all decided that Sherry
should have another child to add to our growing, loving family.

The only thing that had prevented my wife and I from having more kids was
our work.  We owned and operated a by-now-wildly successful wilderness
program for youth in a neighboring state and it took a lot of time and hard
work to keep it going.  Not willing to turn over the general operations of
the business to our staff and employees solely, Sherry and I would each
work at the camp for one month, then return home to be with our family for
the following month.  At the end of that time, the other would leave for
their month at work.

Raising kids is a full-time vocation, so with us each away for such long
stretches, we just didn't think it was fair to bring more kids into our
clan when we couldn't really be there to help raise them on a full-time
basis.  It had worked out well in the past, but we were older now.  Both of
us had recently turned 43.  Sherry hadn't started menopause yet and so she
was still using birth control.  She had been on the pill for many years
now, knowing how loathe I was for any of the guys to use condoms.  But she
went off it as soon as we decided to get her pregnant.

There was no reason why Sherry shouldn't have at least one more kid.  Our
son and daughter were old enough now to help rear their brothers and/or
sisters and they were eager for the responsibility.

An added inducement was the fact that my brother Tim and his sons now lived
with us full-time.

The fact is, we didn't really think of any of the kids as anything other
than our own.  Sherry and I mothered and fathered Tim's boys as much as Tim
was a strong father to our kids.  We were a true community and any new
offspring would naturally be considered as being the 'property' and
responsibility of everyone in the family.  Actual parentage didn't really
concern any of us.

Tim's deeply-Mormon wife Nancy had filed for divorce a few years back and
gave him custody of the boys.  It's a whole long saga that I won't bother
to detail here.  Anyway, by that time, Tim and the boys were already
basically living at our house high in the hills of Berkeley, California.

The divorce had been something we all eagerly wanted, but when it happened
it brought up some specific needs and issues.

Tim's sons Mike and Matt had never been particularly close with their
mother and treated her more like a friend of the family.  This didn't
surprise me because for years I had seen how she behaved around the boys
and how she treated them.  The sense I got was that she found them more of
an annoyance or a nuisance to her work for the Church (ironically), than
the absolute joys they were.

Whatever mothering they needed or wanted was provided by their aunt, my
wife Sherry.  They quickly began calling her "Mom" and it delighted us all.
Sherry took infinite care to let the boys know she was happy to be their
surrogate mom while at the same time letting them know how much she enjoyed
the physical intimacy that had always existed between them.

But let me tell you a little about our new son.

We took great care to include little Tobias - or Toby as we now called him
-- in our loving embrace as a family in ways that were age-appropriate for
him.  We moved slowly and carefully in initiating him into the beauties of
comprehensive family love.  When he was still a baby we would all
occasionally suckle and lick his tiny button of a penis and tongue his
little ball sack.  Toby enjoyed the contact and would gurgle and babble in
his tiny, sweet voice while we pleasured him.  It took a bit of skill and
luck; otherwise, you might find yourself getting a face- or mouth-full of
his pee.

He also liked it when we'd kiss and nibble on his little baby butt after he
had been bathed and cleaned.  His tiny pucker would quiver when he'd feel
the hot beating of our breath on his asshole just before we'd tickle it
with our tongues.  That was as far as we ever took physical love with Toby,
because we had found it to work out so well with our other kids, although
they had been older when we began to play with them intimately.

After we had all seen the video of Mike letting Toby suckle on his dick
right before and during his cumming, we started adding a load of
fresh-pumped sperm to the milk in his baby-bottle every feeding we could
manage.  We continued this at least twice each day the whole time he was on
his bottle.  The family agreed that this was a powerful and symbolic way
for Toby to spiritually bond with his dads and brothers.  Colin got added
to the donor list just a few weeks before we weaned Toby off the bottle,
but at least he got some of his essence in the rich mix, too.

When Toby started walking and very shortly thereafter running all over the
house, we all took turns being the designated toddler-watcher.  This was a
good way for him to get comfortable being and playing with each of us
during the day.  At night he curled up in the middle of our growing circle
of naked bodies, like the core of a beautiful star radiating out it's
energy and brilliance.

Stella was an excellent mom, even at 13 years old, when Toby was born.  Her
little girlfriends did, indeed, treat Toby like he was a doll when he was
an infant, dressing and undressing him over and over again.  They loved him
so much; it was delightful to see.

Three years had passed but she was still a kid and we made sure she had
plenty of time to play and hang out with her friends.

By the time Tobias was around 2 1/2 or 3 years-old he began to participate
more actively in our activities but still nothing penetrative or too
mind-blowingly exciting.  But he did enjoy watching and touching and we
encouraged him in trying out all sorts of new tricks that we knew would
bring him pleasure.

All we did to and for him was done out of love, not out of sexual desire.
None of us were sexually attracted to infants or toddlers, but we did want
him to know that he was a valued and well-loved member of our beautiful
clan.  And that meant showing him the arts of physically pleasuring himself
and others, on top of the everyday love and nurturing we provided non-stop.

I know many of you reading this are probably waiting to hear about the
changes that occurred to our sons over the intervening 3 years.  The
expectation and excitement you might be feeling is nothing compared to what
my wife and brother and I felt as we watched our boys grow and change
before our eyes.

Let me put things into perspective before I begin descriptions by listing
all our ages when this part of our family's history occurred.  As I
mentioned earlier, Sherry and I were now 43; our kids Colin and Stella were
14 1/2 and 16.  My brother Tim had recently turned 34; his boys Michael and
Matthew were 15 and 13 1/2.  Tobias was, of course, 3.

I want to start with my son, Colin.  He has always been the absolute pride
and joy of my heart.  We - he and I - still celebrate the anniversary of
his first wet orgasm every year by spending the day pleasuring each other
and swallowing as much of each other's nut as we can get.

The great event happened a few months before he turned 13.

Colin's voice began cracking early in his 12th year.  The first time it
happened I had just finished fucking him and he opened his mouth to say,
"That was awesome, Dad!"  His voice slid up and down an octave and his
words sounded cartoonish.  We all laughed while his eyes got bigger and
bigger, realizing what it meant.  The smile of wonder and delight that
spread over his adorable face flooded my heart with love and desire,
knowing that in a matter of months my little boy would start to become a
man.

Mike used to get embarrassed and frustrated when we'd tease him about his
voice squeaking and breaking when he began puberty.  Colin was different.
He'd guffaw and crack up at the funny sounds that came out of his mouth
right along with the rest of us.  That was one of the zillion things I
loved about my son: his great good humor and his ability to laugh at
himself good-naturedly.

>From that moment on, Colin examined himself daily, eager for any signs of
changes in his body, most of his attention focused on his body hair and his
cock, of course.  He'd ask us all if we noticed any changes so often and
with such eagerness that I finally told him not to check himself out more
than once a week.  That way, he'd notice changes more easily.  My advice
seemed to tame him and he followed it to a tee.  Sundays were the day he
chose for his complete physical going-over in front of a full-length mirror
and he did, indeed, notice the subtle changes more readily.

Hair first started sprouting around his cock and balls maybe 2 or 3 months
after his voice began to change.  Silky dark blond hair soon lined either
side of his dick and within a year he had a little sparse thatch over his
growing cock as well.  I loved running my face over it, willing his pubes
to grow more quickly so we could all enjoy the scent of his budding
manhood.

Before we knew it, he shot his first load.  It wasn't much of anything
other than clear semen, but there was quite a bit of it, surprisingly, and
it gave us great cause for celebrating.  I had been stroking and sucking
his dick for about an hour, getting him close to the edge and then backing
off.  He liked it when I'd do it this way, making him crazy with desire and
the need to get off.

When we got his nut we were watching Mike screw my wife Sherry, our fingers
up each other's butt like usual.  We were both staring intently at Mike and
Sherry go at it, so I wasn't really paying visual attention to Colin when
he hissed in his breath and groaned.  I felt his thighs quiver as he got
ready to unload and seconds later I felt a thick, wet warmth cover my fist.
We both looked down and saw my hand shiny and slick with his load.  It was
more than Mike had shot his first time, enough to drip off my fist and pool
on his tummy.  Colin grabbed my hand and brought it to his mouth, licking
some off before I pulled it away and gobbled the rest of his nut myself.

>From then on, Colin was nearly unmanageable and jacked himself off hourly,
or so it seemed to us.  We thought it was adorable.  He'd fling his cum
everywhere and most of the rooms in the house had at least one or two
stains in them.  I couldn't believe how horny my boy was morning, noon, and
night, how impossible it was for him to not jerk off obsessively.  After
all, I'd been there, done that.

I admit that I was proud as hell of him, encouraging him to masturbate as
much and as often as he liked.  Of course, I helped him out every chance I
got, and he sought me out for my assistance constantly.  He loved it when
I'd talk him through his orgasm, saying loving, sexy stuff to him until he
just couldn't take it anymore.

His favorite way of shooting was to straddle my chest and cum in my face or
else lean back on the bed while I leaned over him and sucked him off 'til
he was ready to cum.  Then he'd rub his dick against my face until he
nutted.  When he shot, his jizz would slap against my cheek and lips.  It
was always a contest to see which of us would get to swallow his loads, and
as much as a cum-hound as my boy was, he was even more generous and sharing
so I frequently got the privilege of eating his nut.  Which - by the way -
was absolutely delicious, sweet and salty with that bleachy tang of youth.

Sherry joked that I was spending more time with Colin than I was with her.
She even began to refer to Colin as my "little lover."  I liked it when
she'd say that, because that's exactly what he was, my little lover.
Frankly, I thought about Colin all the time and couldn't wait to get back
home to him when I was away at the camp.  I guess at this point we had gone
from being not only father and son but also boyfriends.

Shortly after Colin began to blossom, I had to leave for my month at work.
The night before I left Colin wouldn't let me out of his sight.  He told me
he would miss me so much he might die, yet another example of Colin's
dramatic flair that made us all love him so much.  He'd always had a gift
for theatrics but not in an annoying or bothersome way.  Just funny as hell
and quick with a clever line.  I promised him that I would send him little
love letters and tokens if he promised he'd send some to me.  That seemed
to calm him down and we agreed to express our love through the mail.

The next morning I woke up early, like I usually do when I know I have to
leave for work.  Colin made himself wake up too, just so he could spend the
couple of hours before I left kissing me and making me take time out to
make love one last time before our month-long separation.

I couldn't take my eyes off his beautiful, developing, now 13 year-old
naked body as he followed me around the house, helping me pack last-minute
items and checking to make sure I had everything I needed.  His dick always
looked half-hard now and his balls were swollen and reddish.  The hair on
his legs and arms was growing darker and coarser daily, but his pit hair
was still sparse and wispy.  I loved his habit of sticking his fingers
under his arms and twiddling with the damp hairs as though he were tugging
on them to make them grow faster.  He did it in an unconscious way, unaware
of how amped-up he made me.

When he'd bend over to reach for something, his dark pink asshole would
wink at me lasciviously.  The faint beginnings of buttcrack hair were just
starting to appear.  Colin looked like a young god to me, and I loved him
more than ever.

Like father, like son, Colin was a confirmed ass-man.  By that, I mean that
he had a definite preference for feeling, sniffing, licking, tasting and
sucking on ass.  Mine in particular.  He couldn't get enough of my hairy
butt and he spent at least 15 minutes every day smelling my hole as I
spread my cheeks wide, giving him free access to his favorite scent in the
world.

When we all realized Colin had an ass fetish I was thrilled because it
meant that Colin was taking after me in ways that were near and dear to my
heart.  I hadn't pushed or prodded him into loving butt, it was just his
natural disposition to get off on ass, especially mine.

What made it so amazing was that we both seemed to get off on many of the
same things.  I was as addicted to my son's ass as he was to mine.  After a
long day of work or play, I always had my boy's young-teen ass to look
forward to when I got home.  He'd greet me with a deep kiss and lead me
upstairs to the bedroom or some quiet corner of the house; in good weather
we'd go out into the backyard and recline under one of the many shade
trees.  Once we got stripped and comfortable, we'd bury our faces in each
other's butts and spend a happy half-hour or so inhaling each other's
swampy, sweet aromas.

At night, when we'd all sprawl on the bed watching TV or our family
pleasuring each other, I would rest my head on his little bubble butt.
Colin liked to lie on his tummy watching the action, murmuring whenever I'd
roll my head and face back and forth over the warm, fragrant mounds of his
tight butt.

Our sessions always ended with our tongues buried to the root in each
other's assholes.  When we were about ready to cum we'd make out -- good,
deep french kisses, wet and sloppy, savoring the faint smell and flavor of
ass on each other's faces and breath.  I loved having his ass smell on my
face, and I'd walk around with major wood for hours afterwards.

Anyway, before I left for the camp that morning, we rimmed and fucked each
other with a ferocious appetite that stunned us both.  When it was time for
me to leave I put him back to bed and kissed him tenderly all over his face
and mouth, still savoring the subtle stink of our combined shitters.  I
felt like a knight about to take fond farewell of his lady, off to
undertake some quest in her honor.  When I told him I loved him and I'd see
him soon, he cried a bit and told me he wished he could marry me.  As soon
as he said it, we both giggled and hugged each other.  I gave all my
sleeping family a kiss good-bye and then left.

The tokens of love I sent him were what you might expect from someone in
love with a boy whose tastes in flirty things he knows as well as his own.
I never wore underwear but I had made sure to pack a couple of pairs of my
brother's briefs for this trip.  I wore each pair for 2 weeks -- long,
strenuous days of hiking and climbing, sweating profusely, shitting in the
woods and wiping my dirty ass with leaves and grasses.  When the briefs
were ripe and skid-marked, I sent them to Colin in a package along with a
letter and snapshots of the kids in the current wilderness group with short
descriptions of their personalities.

A week or so later I would get a reply from Colin, usually a letter
attached to his dirty underpants or one of his sweaty t-shirts he had worn
during the week.  A few times he even sent me a tied-off condom that he and
Mike and Tim squirted a few healthy loads into.  I'd use their cum as lube
when I jacked off in my tent at night.

Frequently he'd ask me to tell him sexy stuff about one or more of the kids
I had sent him photos of, kids he found attractive, girls and boys both.
Stuff like had I seen them naked, and if so, what did they look like?  Did
I have a crush on any of them?  Did I know which boy had the biggest dick?
Did they fool around at night and have sex or get stoned, stuff like that.

Once I knew who he liked, it was simple to snag underwear or panties or
whatever else and send them to him so he could use them while he
masturbated and fantasized about fucking the kids or imagining me doing it
with them in our tents.  I always added a load or 2 before I sent them to
him plus a note with a few good stories about the kids he'd asked about.

Now, about Mike.

I had been screwing Sherry even more frequently since we'd decided to get
her pregnant again.  But a week or so after we began the great endeavor,
she and Mike started a pretty intense affair.  They'd been eyeing each
other for months and teased and flirted with each other all the time.  Yet
for some reason Mike was shy about starting anything, I think because he
knew what he felt was so intense.  We knew it wasn't because he was afraid
of me or my being jealous.  We had always made it clear to our kids that we
all belonged to each other and so no one ever felt awkward or that their
attention was unwanted.  Well, maybe that's not exactly true regarding
Stella with Matt and Colin, but otherwise we were all totally comfortable
with getting on whomever we felt like.

But Sherry was feeling similarly towards Mike and coaxed him along until he
finally made his move one day when they were alone.

Since then, Mike and Sherry were fucking non-stop.  They were wrapped in
each other's arms all the time and making out like teenagers, both of them.
It got me totally turned on; Tim, too.

Mike was a few months shy of 15, but the boy fucked like a real man after
the years of experience he'd had with us all.  Sherry had the time of her
life with her young stud, letting her pussy get a more-or-less non-stop
workout between me and Mike's relentless urge to satisfy his love and sex
drive.

I could totally understand Sherry's infatuation with Mike; I loved hooking
up with him every chance I got.

When he'd started puberty shortly before he turned 12, just like the rest
of the males in my family, we all knew he'd bloom into a handsome, horny
teenager.  What he was turning into was beyond our dreams.

He stood about 5'10" already and weighed around 140, pretty skinny with a
half-boy, half-man physique.  Mike had been working out fairly regularly in
the gym in our basement for close to 2 years and it showed.  He had nicely
muscled arms and a wide chest with dark pink nipples that looked like
pencil erasers.  I could barely keep my hands off them every time I saw
them.

He still had a bit of a little boy belly, but that was fast disappearing as
he matured and exercised.  His thighs were also nicely muscled and his
calves had thick cords of muscle running down them, probably from all the
biking the kids did.  Dark brown hair, almost black, dusted his thighs and
calves and he already had the beginnings of a dusting of dark hair on his
stomach.

The best was his pubes.  At the perfect mid-teen age of 15, Mike had a
beautiful dark, soft bush above and around his cock.  The hairs were still
silky but their coarsening was evident when I'd run my face through them,
inhaling the unmatchable odor of a young teenager's groin.  Their
increasing prickliness felt amazing grinding against my skin.

We always figured the boys would be well-endowed like their fathers and
Mike was the first to confirm our assumption.  By the time he was 12, Mike
already had the biggest cock out of the majority of young boy's dicks I've
seen during my life, and that's a shitload, believe me.  Hard, he was just
under 5 inches.  Mike was the only boy in our clan to have been
circumcised.  After the birth of Colin, Tim and I decided we wouldn't
circumcise any upcoming boys we might be blessed with.  Both my brother and
I are cut, by the way.

The fact that Mike looked like his dad and me in the cock department seemed
to please him.  I think it made him feel grown up and gave him something to
measure his own development by.  Uncut dicks clearly weren't a problem for
him, but he did seem to prefer cut dick over uncut.  Probably because it's
what he sported.

By the time he was 13 1/2, Mike had a hefty 6" of choice cock and he could
almost cum like a man.  His loads were now mostly pearly white and
surprisingly plentiful and he was getting more and more distance as every
month went by.  By the time he was 14 he was actively participating with
his dad and I whenever we had a distance contest.  That's also when he
started shaving.  He now sported a wispy goatee which looked adorable
because it was so pathetic.

Colin and Matt were fascinated by Mike's rapid development and loved
playing with him as often as they could.

Now at 15, Mike was more beautiful than ever.  His body was handsomely
proportioned and he had a nice beginning to fairly thick hair growth in all
the right places: legs, crotch, pits and butt.  His butt wasn't hairy but
his crack sure was.  Mike's spread ass crack made me hard as soon as I got
a glimpse of it.  Two thin ribbons of nearly-black hair lined his crack and
circled 'round his brownish-pink hole.

Matt had completely thrown everyone with his maturation.  Being the
youngest boy, we assumed he'd develop last but he started puberty when he
was still 11 years old.  To our surprise and delight he sprouted the
biggest dick of our 3 boys and was longer and thicker than both Colin and
Mike by the time he was 13.  We thought it was fortunate for Matt that he
was growing up in our household, knowing he could rely on us not to
subconsciously forget that even though he was a tall boy with a deepening
voice and wispy facial hair, he was still just a young kid.

People seem to forget that boys who grow and mature earlier than normal are
still kids; they treat these youngsters like they're older, frequently
loading them down with too much responsibility and expecting behavior that
matches their height rather than their age.

At 13, Matt stood nearly 6', almost as tall as his father and I.  A thin
thatch of pubic hair tufted above his meaty-looking uncut cock and his
balls hung heavy and low, swinging like a pendulum as he'd cavort naked
around the house.  His weight was the give-away that he was still quite
young, a skinny, boyish body sporting an over-sized cock that looked like
it could topple him over if he wasn't careful about remaining upright.

Matt spent quite a lot of time on his own, happy with his own creative
company.  I almost swooned one afternoon when I went upstairs to put on
some clothes and found Matt on our bed, legs swung over his head and
straining to get more of his dick into his ravenous mouth.  When I
discovered him he was sucking on his foreskin like he was nursing on a tit.
It looked and sounded hot as hell.

Matt was the only one of us guys who could suck his own cock and we were
all mighty jealous, let me tell you.  We were also mighty thrilled and
pestered Matt relentlessly to put on a show for us whenever we were all
lovingly ensconced in our bed enjoying one another.  Luckily for us, Matt
loved performing for us as much as he loved the exquisite sensations of
having his mouth full of his own dick.

I knew Colin wouldn't lack for physical love and contact whenever I was
away at work.  He and Matt were wild for each other now and were nearly
inseparable.  I joked with them that they were more in love with each other
than my brother Tim was with Stella.  The boys didn't get it and wondered
why I thought it was a joke.  They freely admitted that they were, indeed,
deeply in love.  Sherry and my brother and I thought it was really
beautiful, really sexy, and encouraged them to continue indulging their
intense affection for one another.

Now that they were well on their way into puberty, whenever the boys played
together it was bound to get pretty rambunctious.  Always eager for sexplay
when they were little, in adolescence their sexual appetites were
insatiable and they went at it what seemed like 24 hours a day.

Don't get me wrong: it wasn't all sweetness and light and sexual fun.
There were times when we thought they'd kill each other but I have to say
that never once did any of us ever go to sleep truly angry at another.  The
kids always resolved their differences, sometimes with our help, in as
mature a way as one could hope for.

But the boys were so fueled by hormones that they could be angry and
sexually aroused at the same time.  The sex was non-stop.

Of course, that meant I was screwing pretty much non-stop, too.  My
brother, as well.  Sherry, also.  In fact, all of us adults were exhausted
from how much energy we expended in sex and love every day.  But it was a
delirious exhaustion, the kind you feel when you've been working out, that
enjoyable weariness that follows intense physical exertion.  This was,
after all, the period of our boys' lives that we had all been waiting for.
None of us complained about it, believe me.

As a result, I had a hard-on nearly all the time, now.  Sex was on my mind
all day long and I loved it.  My blood pumped faster, my metabolism worked
quicker, my thoughts buzzed through my overheated brain.  Everything I did
and thought seemed to revolve around those three beautiful boys.

My favorite thing in the world was to get home from somewhere, go upstairs
to the bedroom, and discover our sons rutting and sucking and writhing
around on top of each other.

Everyone knows what teenage boys smell like: it's an aroma that some people
find offensive and others find oddly exciting.  To me, it's the sexiest
smell in the world: the heavenly scent of young gods-in-the-making.  Add
the aromas of sex to the mix, and the smell is overpowering.

That's what would greet me - the acrid stink of non-deodorized armpits
slick with sweat, the pungent earthiness of worked-over assholes, the
sweet-&-sour cheesy stink of stiff, well-worn sweat socks, and that
unmistakable bleachy tang of adolescent sperm in major quantities.

Their smells reminded me of a cheese-steak shop.  When it occurred to me it
cracked me up and I told the boys about it while I watched them fuck,
jacking off as I filmed them.

The boys laughed and asked me to explain, so I told them they smelled like
a cheese-steak: the succulent smell of hot, juicy meat, the skunky fumes of
onions and vinegary peppers, the tang of melted cheese, all accompanied by
the yeasty aroma of warm bread.  It made me hungry.  But not for
cheese-steaks.

Their sighs and groans and braying bursts of laughter and release filled
our house with the joyful noise of boys busting their nuts on each other.
I loved hearing them moaning in lust -- adenoidal, reedy voices mixing
together in a symphony of sex and orgasms.

I had recorded their voices during a particularly loud and intense sex
session one Saturday afternoon, burned it onto a CD, and played it while I
drove around town running errands or working in my photo studio in the
basement.  I had to be careful though, because whenever I listened to the
CD I'd invariably have wet spots marking the front of whatever shorts or
pants I happened to have on.  The boys liked listening to it, too.  They
told me it got them hard in seconds and always - always - led to a new
round of lovemaking between them.

Colin was making me more proud of him every day.  He was a natural
adventurer when it came to pushing his sexual limits and trying new things.
He called loudly to me one evening and when I came to him I found him
sitting on Mike's stiff cock, leaning back on his hands as Matt straddled
Mike and crammed his big prick up my boy's ass, too.  Colin wanted me to
watch him get double-fucked by his cousins.  His pretty face grimaced in
pain and pleasure as both boys pumped his ass, panting and gasping from how
good it felt to have two hard dicks working in tandem inside his stretched
asshole.  Mike and Matt looked crazed, eyes half-closed, eyeballs rolled
back in their beautiful heads.

Part of adolescence is about individuation and separating from your
parents.  Our boys were following the pattern, but only sort of.  In some
things they wanted to be left to their own devices, but as far as
relationships went, adolescence only seemed to cement them tighter and
closer to the family.  They did spend more time away with friends now, but
they rarely got in trouble or got up to anything we would have disapproved
of.  I think the fact that sex and recreational drugs were part of their
growing up helped lessen the turmoil of adolescence for them.

They did, however, have that classic "fuck you" attitude to society in
general and I found it hilarious and adorable.  I've always liked the
bad-boy attitude of young teen guys, and our boys had it down pat.  Three
nicer kids you couldn't hope to meet, but strangers avoided them when they
were mouthing off together in public or getting up to teenage hijinks.  I
loved being with them in crowds, because we all liked testing the waters
and pushing limits, going as far as we dare go without getting busted for
doing stuff we shouldn't be doing in public.

For instance, Colin and I had a very hard time keeping our hands to
ourselves whenever we were standing close to each other in crowds or
check-out lines, that sort of thing.  I loved running my hand up his back
under his t-shirt feeling his sweat-damp skin and fondling his shoulders.
Just as frequently I'd let my hand travel in the opposite direction,
shoving my hand under the waistband of his shorts.  As soon as I'd feel the
warmth of his ass under my hand I'd pop a boner and press up against him.

Often we would walk around Telegraph Avenue in Berkeley hand-in-hand while
we shopped for CDs or a new bong or other head shop supplies.  But usually
we each had an arm around the other's waist, like lovers.  We got some
interesting looks.

Sometimes we'd run into some of the boys' friends from high school and then
we'd have to play it off and act normal.  Some of those kids were adorable
and totally hot.  I'd ask whichever of our boys I was with if he thought
his friend was cute, and they were always frank and open about who they
wanted to make love with.

I should say something here about our kids and their school experiences.
One after the other, our kids told us they wanted to try public school,
Berkeley High School, to be exact.  We had home-schooled our kids for many
years and Tim's boys had attended small private schools.  But now they were
all anxious to try the vastly expanded world of public school.  They were
hungry to try their social chops and honestly, we parents were concerned
about the kids becoming too isolated.  So, in some ways we were relieved to
hear that they were eager for the experience.

We talked about the pluses and minuses until we all agreed that they should
try it out.  If it didn't work for them they could find a good private or
alternative school.

As it turned out, they did fine.  They were all so adept at hiding their
unconventional family life that making friends comfortably and easily was
no problem for them.  Mike got involved in sports and Colin swam on the
school's team.  Matt worked out at home and biked all over the place but
organized team sports didn't interest him.  Instead, Matt found his niche
with the artsy kids, both visual and written.

Colin, not surprisingly, got involved with the school's drama department,
too.  He performed in several of the school's productions and we always
came to several performances of each show.  He was a natural at acting and
both my brother and I were really impressed with him.  Tim and I had both
been involved in our high school and college's drama departments, so it was
kind of cool to think that it ran in our blood.

All our kids were beautiful and personable, so it was no wonder when they
started hooking up with their schoolmates.

Mike was something of a player and quickly developed a rep as a ladies man.
He totally deserved the reputation and I know Tim encouraged him to fuck
around with as many girls and guys as he wanted to, so long as he was safe
about it.

The first time he told us he was bringing a girl home to screw after school
the next day, we figured we'd better have a clan meeting to discuss the
inevitable changes that would now take place in our family.

We got everyone together that evening and talked about what plans we had
come up with.  We told the kids they each needed to have their own bedroom
to use for situations such as the one Mike had told us about.  At first the
kids didn't like it at all and their normally cheerful faces dropped into
frowns and scowls, as though we had just told them we didn't want them in
our bed anymore.

I felt my heart breaking when I saw their expressions and jumped in to
explain what we meant.  First off, I reassured them that they were not
being kicked out of our bedroom; in fact, I told them that the idea of them
having their own rooms was as distressing to us as it was to them.  But now
that they were going to public school and bound to meet kids they wanted to
have sex with, we couldn't risk anyone discovering our family dynamics.  In
order to protect our clan, each kid needed to have their own room to take
their partners to whenever they wanted to play around.

We told them they could choose which bedroom they wanted and could decorate
it any way they pleased.  I also suggested that they rig up vid cams in
hidden spots so they could tape their adventures to share with the rest of
the family afterwards.  All the boys thought this was a fantastic idea and
they laughed and shoved each other around at the idea of secretly taping
their sexual conquests.  Ah, teenage rivalry!

Sherry explained that the whole clan would have to make some changes, how
we'd all have to start wearing clothing more regularly around the house now
and how we'd have to watch our words and behavior whenever one of the kids
had company.  The kids hated this idea, but they understood.  With their
input and good ideas, we finally decided that whenever one of them had
plans to bring someone home, if they could they'd call ahead so we'd have
time to get dressed or finish up any sexplay we happened to be engaged in
at the moment.

This clan meeting only made me love our kids all the more because they were
so accommodating and understanding.

Finally, we adults stressed a million times that all our kids were welcome
to continue sleeping with us in our bedroom just like normal; their private
rooms were basically just for show.  That seemed to assuage their hurt
feelings and actually amped them up for the excitement of planning their
rooms.

The next day we spent the entire morning and most of the afternoon rigging
video equipment in the closets and behind hidden panels we installed in the
bedrooms.  Each kid soon had his room set up and they were all delighted by
how easy it was to videotape their activities without their partners
knowing a thing about it.

The day after we got the rooms operational, Mike brought home the girl he
had his eye on.  She was a pretty little thing named Anna, a blond,
blue-eyed 14 year-old freshman.  Just looking at her made it clear that she
was a baby, probably totally inexperienced but obviously smitten with Mike,
the handsome, sophomore, "older" athlete.

After having a bowl of ice cream and chatting with me and Sherry (the only
ones home when they arrived), Mike and Anna went upstairs under the
pretense of Mike wanting to show Anna his new stereo system.  As they
climbed the stairs, Mike glanced back at us and gave us a thumbs up sign
and a big wink.  It was hard not to laugh out loud at his cocky attitude.

About 2 hours later, Anna and Mike came downstairs and Mike walked her
home, just a few blocks away.  While he was gone I went into his room and
looked around while I popped out the vid cam and got it ready to hook up to
the computer and TV.  They had obviously fucked around because I could
smell sex in the close air of the room and the bed was a disaster.  There
was also a tied-off condom by the side of the bed.  I picked it up and
brought it downstairs to show to Sherry.  We chuckled and sighed about it,
proud and sort of teary now that the kids were growing up.

Later that evening when we were all in our bedroom, Mike told me to play
back the tape so we could see him fuck his first girl outside of the
family.

The video came out great, a little grainy but most of it very clear.  The
only thing that was less than perfect was the audio, but it was still clear
enough to be able to make out what was being said.

Mike was obviously much more experienced than Anna.  They kissed as soon as
the door was closed and Mike played Anna like a musical instrument, coaxing
out sounds of joy and bliss under his expert touch.  He had Anna start out
by giving him a hand job while he felt her up, squeezing her small tits and
then sticking his hand between her legs and rubbing her pussy until she was
crawling out of her skin.  Then he offered to eat out her pussy if she'd
suck on his dick.  Anna told him she had never sucked a dick before and
Mike smiled lovingly and told her not to worry about it, that she'd do
fine.

And she did.  With Mike's coaching and encouragement, Anna gave him a nice
hummer and then finally they fucked.  Mike was a master at sweet-talking
and pleasing girls and he made Anna feel things she probably didn't know
she was capable of feeling.  He did things to her that she most likely
didn't know could be done, but she loved every second of it.

When they were through, Anna told Mike as they were getting dressed that he
was an amazing lover and asked him where he learned so much about sex.
Mike just laughed and said, "Uhm, books.  I read a lot about sex in books."
We all laughed loud and long over that one.

When the tape was over, Colin and Matt both said they wanted to bring
someone home, too.  This was a whole new area for them, and they were
anxious to try out their skills on less-experienced kids.  Plus, the idea
of taping their adventures turned them on as much as the actual act.

After that first girl, Anna, Mike invited a steady stream of girls up to
his room, a few of them lucky enough to get seconds or thirds.  Word of
mouth spreads like fire through high schools, and Mike's rep as a terrific
lover was soon popular gossip, apparently.  Mike was eating it up and
supplying us with great videos nearly every other night.  And it wasn't
just girls Mike brought home.  Quite a few guys from Mike's school made
covert trips up to his room to "check out his new stereo."  That was Mike's
code to us when he was about to take somebody upstairs to screw.  It was
like a game the whole family played with Mike and his conquests.

We had told all the boys that it would now be necessary for them to use
condoms whenever they had sex with people outside the family or at least to
make sure their partners were using birth control before fucking around.
The kids rolled their eyes and said they already knew all that.

Colin had his fair share of kids eager for him, too.  While Mike presented
a somewhat hard, tough persona at school, Colin was openly bisexual and
nice to everybody.  At first Colin had been harassed by some of the older
jocks at school but he knew how to fight and he was able to take care of
himself.  After a month or so he was as popular and well-liked as Mike.
Even the homophobe jocks respected and liked him.  Colin was a charmer.

Colin got into bringing home kids he wanted to have sex with, but he did it
in a slower, more casual way than Mike did.  If a girl came home with Mike
she knew what was on his mind.  If a kid came home with Colin it was pretty
clear what would happen, but then again it might not.

Matt had many friends but shied away from having a steady girl or
boyfriend.  He really liked people but chose not to chain himself to a
relationship, the way many of his peers did.  Instead, he preferred to keep
things casual and relaxed.  As a result, we never quite knew when Matt was
bringing somebody home to fuck or just to chill with.  Neither did he.

Our daughter Stella adapted to high school like a fish to water.  Always a
knock-out, Stella was soon the new girl most of the guys in all the grades
wanted to get together with.  Stella handled them like a pro.  She was
deeply in love with my brother Tim and preferred him over any of the boys
at school.  She said the high school boys all acted like kids and what she
wanted was a real man.  Which she already had.  So why bother with the
boys?  Still, every once in a while Stella brought home a cute boy and made
love to him for hours on end.  Most of those kids looked happily drained
and drugged when they left.

Stella was more active sexually with the girls from her school.  She had
sleep-overs with one or two good friends all the time and we could hear
them giggling and talking when we'd go upstairs for something.  The
week-end before Stella's 16th birthday she had a sleep-over with her
girlfriend Sarah.  They watched TV with us and ate some snacks and then
went upstairs to Stella's bedroom.  About an hour later we heard their
high, breathy voices in the raptures of pussy-to-pussy loving.

In fact, that's just about where this story picks up, a day or so before
Stella turned 16.

Stella had remained adamant those three years about the plan as she had
announced it to us when she was still 12: first baby immediately, another
one fathered by all five of us males when she turned 16.  We had discussed
it periodically and by now we were all excited and looking forward to the
event with great glee.

All the talking we had done about it had brought us to the idea of treating
the begetting of the baby as a ritual, something we had come to appreciate
as markers for important events in our family's life.

We had a number of different rites that we enacted occasionally.  That
sounds creepy and cultish, but you have to understand our idea of
spirituality and religion and then you'll understand that it was just our
way of doing things as a family.

First off, none of us personally believed in Judeo-Christianity.  I had
always been fascinated with the ancient religions and their common motif of
sun worship, and so from the age of about 13 the sun has been what I
consider to be the physical manifestation of God or a higher power, anyway.
Over the years I had developed my own rites and ways of worshipping the sun
and when I met Sherry we talked about our religious beliefs.  Sherry
considered herself somewhat of a dabbler in paganism but had been brought
up as a Roman Catholic.  She no longer followed the faith and had
more-or-less completely rejected Christianity by the time she met me.

So when I told her about my beliefs and how I worshipped she asked me more
about it and then asked if she could join me sometime, just as an
experiment.

My form of worship at that time consisted of finding a secluded spot in
nature, stripping naked and bowing before the sun, making an offering of
food and water and then just talking to God as though we knew each other
well. I felt totally comfortable in saying or asking for anything,
including fertility and more sex.  When I was through with the prayer part
I would jack off as the ultimate offering of my being, my essence.  The sun
would heat up my body as I masturbated, getting me hot and sweaty - like
the touch of a lover - until I would gush out my cum load, letting it shoot
up towards the sun before it rained back down on the earth.  Then I would
eat off whatever was still on my fist.

Sherry thought it all sounded beautiful and sexy.  When she joined me in
prayer, we fucked so amazingly that when we came it was truly like the
flash of a religious experience.  After that, Sherry was convinced and
worshipped in the same way.

We had a few little shrines to various ancient gods in our backyard.  We
taught the kids about them all as well as traditional religions - all of
them -- and let them decide what they believed with Sherry and I answering
whatever excellent questions they had.

By now all of us worshipped in the same manner, usually alone but sometimes
together, with each of us adapting our rituals to suit our intuitions and
inclinations.  Fucking outdoors under the sun was a major form of praise
and worship with us.  And we did have a couple of clan-wide deities that we
came before in a group or groups regularly for devotional worship.

First off, like I've said before, our house is huge.  Huge and old, and
immensely beautiful.  There are six bedrooms upstairs, so that gives you
some idea of how big the place is.  We've added even more bedrooms in the
spacious attic and basement, and separate living quarters over the garage
and a lovely in-law cottage towards the back of our property.  With so much
living space and so many of the bedrooms unused, it was only logical over
the course of the years that we put them to use.

Here's where it starts to get a little bizarre to most people.

We had turned one bedroom into a shrine to the Roman god Priapus, with an
altar and mattresses draped with rich materials, the whole set-up.  Next to
this particular bedroom was a bathroom that opened up into both the Priapus
shrine and the bedroom next door.

This other bedroom we turned into a shrine to Venus, goddess of love and
feminine sexuality, a good female counterpart to our Priapus.  The room
also had an altar and mattresses, but it definitely felt more
female-oriented.  Sherry and Stella had created the look of the room on
their own, while we guys had created the Priapus shrine room.

We had agreed as a family that each room would be sanctified to our gender,
so the Priapus room was off-limits to the ladies, while the Venus room was
off-limits to us guys.  On special occasions or for certain rites, we were
allowed to enter each other's shrine.  When not is use, we kept the rooms
locked.

Our room was painted a rich, warm, chocolate brown and we had put
full-length mirrors all over the walls and ceiling at regular intervals,
reflecting us nearly everywhere we looked.  The room had bare hardwood
floors, liberally splattered with dried cum stains.

The altar in our room was a low table draped with a milky white fabric, on
which stood 2 candles in votive holders, a small golden bowl and a 12"
cock-and-balls dildo that we anointed and poured libations over before we
put it to ritualized use.

I had built a niche into the wall at the far end of the room and it held a
statue of the god, a dwarf with goat-like features and a monstrously huge
erect cock.  The leer on his face would be a familiar expression to any man
who's ever looked at himself in a mirror while he fucked or jacked off.
The statue was dramatically lit from behind and below and there were 2
additional votive candle holders on either side of the figure.

Three mattresses lined the back and side walls, all covered with sensuous
fabrics, furs and hides, along with a profusion of pillows in all sizes.
Above each mattress we had hung draped fabric as canopies and from the
center of each canopy hung an exotic brass lantern with glass sides that
held a burning candle.  The room felt masculine yet decadently luxurious.
A few reproductions of ancient ithyphallic figures were placed around the
room, all of them featuring huge, hard dicks.  The room had been designed
to be a private, sacred place for the celebration of masculinity and the
worship of Cock and all it symbolizes.

For certain celebrations and festivals we had developed or invented during
the course of the year, we would lock ourselves in the room for up to 3
days at a time.  Meals were prepared and delivered to us by the women, and
by the time we came out of the shrine the room had a rich, male odor that
got and kept us all rock-hard whenever we smelled it.

Imagine 2 horny, hairy men and 3 adolescent boys engaging in virtually
non-stop ritual sex and jacking off -- all the sweat and sperm; the hot,
panting breath and sex-funked anuses; the odor of sex-slimed bodies damp
and sticky with the effluvia of cock-love...that'll give you a clue as to
what the room stank like when our rituals were completed.  To us guys it
was the smell of our essence, our naked, natural animal scent, the smell of
raw male power.  In intoxicated all of us not only with its heady perfume
but also with its meaning.

The big event for us guys was what we commonly referred to as Priapus Week.
We decided to have it fall every year on Father's Day weekend, because in a
way that's what we were actually celebrating.

We would stop showering Thursday prior to the Friday night of the weekend,
so that we were already ripe with our individual scents before the rite
started.  That was the only thing we had to do to prep for the ritual.

Remember, this was a rite we guys had all designed and agreed to, not at
all some scary devil-worship thing or some flaky New Age bullshit.  Just a
private family ritual that was meaningful to us in a way that probably
wouldn't make sense to most people.

We'd start by undressing and leaving our mingled clothes in a smelly heap
near the locked door.  From that moment on we stayed naked until we emerged
from the shrine at the end of the rite.  Once we were naked we all took a
hit of Ecstasy, a drug we had all used a number of times before.  We found
the drug to be an amazing stimulant to our labors and it heightened
everything we felt during the course of the rituals.

Next, we got the candles lit on the altar and spent the next half-hour or
so making out with every member of our group, first in couples and then, as
the X took effect, in a chaos of wet, panting mouths and slithering
tongues.  It felt wonderful to relax and bond with my brother and our boys
in this way, unaware and uncaring of whose mouth was glued to each other's
and whose was trying to take its place.

By that point, we'd all be rock hard and ready to start the process of
getting our first nut.  This was the actual beginning of the rite.  Until
that first load of sperm had erupted from each of our dicks, the ritual
hadn't properly begun.

Since I was the eldest male in our clan the guys decided I should officiate
during our rites.  We gave the position of officiator the name of First
Father.  As we jacked off while still trading rough, sloppy kisses, I would
bring the golden bowl into the middle of our writhing huddle and offer it
to each member as he raced towards his orgasm.  Seeing all that cum splash
into the bowl, slopping onto the sides and running thickly down into the
glistening pool of warm sperm at the bottom of the little receptacle just
made us shoot all the harder.

Once the bowl held the first loads of those of us who could cum, we passed
it around our circle and took a sip of the thick, white nectar of our
bodies, just enough to fuel our libidos for what was to come.

I would then pour the rest of our combined sperm over the dildo on the
altar and we'd watch it slither down the length of the totem.  The sight of
all that rich jizz never failed to get us super-horny.

Once this first libation had been made, I would climb onto the altar and
lower myself down onto the cum-slicked dildo until I had the whole thing up
my hairy ass.  As I bounced up and down on it, fucking myself into a
religious frenzy, the other guys crowded in close to me, helping me to get
off good.  The feel of all those hands and mouths touching and tasting my
entire body was incredibly sensuous.  The only thing I wasn't allowed to do
was touch my hard dick as I fucked myself: that was the privilege of the
other celebrants.

Since Tim was the next eldest, or Second Father in the parlance of our
rite, his was the honor of being Chief Cock-Lover.  While the boys licked
and rubbed and nuzzled my body, Tim would kneel between my spread legs and
suck on my cock as I plunged up and down on the sacred dildo.

The boys really serviced my body good, sniffing and lapping my swampy pits,
biting and sucking my nipples, savoring the sour, salty tang of my dirty
bare feet, even shoving their squirming tongues between my funky toes.
Colin usually placed himself behind me as soon as I got the dildo
completely inside, running his damp, excited hands all over my back and
shoulders before running his tongue down the length of my hairy ass crack.
When his tongue met the juncture of asshole and dildo he'd pause there and
breathe deeply, inhaling the godlike scent of my fertile ass while he
flicked his tongue over the edge of my anus.  The feeling was
indescribable.

When I'd reach orgasm, I'd roar out, "Accept this blessing and share in my
fertility," right before I emptied my nuts and filled my brother's mouth
with what was always a copious load of hot, fresh sperm.  Usually there'd
be so much that Tim would be drooling semen and the boys would all "ooo"
and "ahhh" at the incredible sight.  Whatever Tim didn't swallow was
immediately licked off his face by our adoring acolytes.

After that, we'd partner off and head for the mattresses.  Most often it
was me and Tim, and the boys would make up a thrilling threesome until we
signaled to them that we were ready to change partners.  After we'd all had
a turn on each other, we'd finish up by piling onto one bed or in front of
the altar on the bare hardwood floor and engaging in an extended group orgy
that could last anywhere from a half-hour to most of the day or night.

By the time we emerged from our shrine, we'd all be nearly feeble-minded
from expending so much energy, weak-kneed and shaky from an over-abundance
of love and sex.

It was during this annual event that Tim and I revealed our pig-sex
pleasures with the boys.  We taught them some new and wonderfully nasty
tricks and I have to say the boys loved letting go and reveling in their
masculinity just like their dads.

Nothing was too freakish for us; on the other hand, it never got too
freaky.  No scat or fisting or anything like that.  But the common
agreement was that everything was allowed provided that it was acceptable
to all those involved.  It never failed but to bring us guys closer to each
other than we had been before, and seemed to increase the awe and devotion
the boys already felt for their fathers.

Over the years we refined and added or subtracted events to the rite,
whatever occurred to our over-stimulated brains.  Colin suggested one of my
favorite additions, which was the concept of the Consecrated Vestment.

This was our name for the funky, sweat-soaked t-shirt that I'd first worn
into the shrine when we held our initial ritual.  Now, at some point during
the celebration, we'd each pump a load out onto the t-shirt which had been
placed on the altar.  Once everyone had nutted on it, we'd take turns
wearing the shirt so our sweat stink would get added to the
already-powerful rank aroma as the cum seeped into the fabric and dried
against our skin.

We felt this was yet another way for us to meld and bond as members of our
extraordinary clan.  The shirt was never washed.  After the first time we
performed the rite, we decided to place it in a sealed plastic bag inside
an airtight wooden chest before we'd leave the shrine when we were through
with our ritual. That shirt could make your eyes water by the time we had
used it in 2 or 3 rites, believe me, and over the years the stink became so
strong that I could cum just from sniffing it without any physical
stimulation whatsoever.

Sherry and Stella held their annual ritual in the Venus shrine over
Mother's Day weekend.  We guys didn't know exactly what their rituals
entailed but we spent most of the time hovering silently outside the locked
door, ears pressed to it and eager for whatever sounds of love and sex we
could hear.  The boys would usually jack off while they listened and their
cum streaked the door as it dried.  The girls thought it was sweet and
would giggle about all the smears and crusty rivulets on the door when
they'd finally emerge and see it at the end of their rites.

>From the years of familiarity with each other's sexual responses, it was
sometimes easy to tell from the sounds the girls made what specific
activity they were engaged in at any particular moment.  For instance, I
could always tell when my wife and daughter were rubbing their pussies
together, because their cries of pleasure would mount and crescendo in
screams when they'd finally finish by rubbing their clits hard together.
These sounds were nearly as satisfying as the sight, but during Venus Week
we guys weren't allowed to see it happen.  That was OK with us though,
because we realized that it just made it all the sexier; plus we got to see
the thing happen before us regularly during the rest of the year.

I think that these designated times for the guys and the ladies to be alone
were healthy and necessary.  The sacred aspect only made what we were doing
feel more mystical and blessed, especially since we were invoking the power
of our individual gender deities and inviting them into our lives.

Anyway, the ritual of begetting a new baby on Stella began with the whole
clan's decision to perform the act in the Priapus shrine room.  At first we
thought the Venus shrine made more sense, but the more we talked about it,
the clearer it became to us all that it should happen in the Priapus room
under the leering gaze of our lascivious god.  After all, it was all about
fertility and the power of our seed.

Stella asked humorously if we would mind airing out the room so she
wouldn't gag from the stink of all those rutting male bodies.  She laughed
when she said it, but I could tell she had offended the boys' pride and
adolescent dignity.  Tim and I just found it funny.

"The room smells like men and that's how it's going to stay," Colin coldly
told her and Stella just rolled her eyes and told him to chill out.

But I'm getting ahead of myself.  I need to back up a bit.

When I came back from my month at camp I wanted to make love to Sherry and
Colin at the same time, so I did.  We all enjoyed it but I could tell Colin
liked it better when it was just me and him, without having to take his
mom's sexual needs into consideration while trying to accommodate mine.
There's just something inherently more self-centered and relentless about
sex between guys and Colin and I both shared an instinctual understanding
of the phenomenon.  We loved our libidos and how they meshed so beautifully
together.  Don't get me wrong: Colin loved fucking his mom but he had a
better time and performed better with her when I wasn't in the mix.  When I
was with him, all of his attention just naturally went to me.

I had thought a lot about what Colin half-jokingly said to me a month ago,
right before I left that morning for work.  The more I thought about it,
the more I wanted to make the idea a reality.  I'm referring to Colin
telling me he wished he could marry me.

When he mentioned it again a few days after I came back I told him I wanted
to make it real.  His eyes blazed when he realized I meant what I said and
he just stood there smiling at me with his mouth open.

"You wanna, Squirt?"

"Hell yeah, Dad, can we really get married??  That would fuckin' ROCK!"

My boy started shifting his naked weight back and forth from one foot to
the other.  Colin always did this when he was thinking or excited about
something.

A few evenings later when the whole clan was lounging and playing in our
bedroom, I told them about my plan.  At first everyone just laughed and
thought I was joking but I quickly set them straight.  I noticed right away
that Tim's face sparked with interest and curiosity.  Sherry was her usual
calm, accepting self, ready and eager to support whatever idea I had so
long as it was loving and logical.  The kids seemed fascinated and
skeptical at once.

"Who would do it, though?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, nobody is gonna agree to marry you to your son, Dad," Stella added.

"We won't need anybody to do it, we'll do it ourselves.  We'll make our own
private ceremony."

Colin noticed Matt being silent.  I noticed it, too.  I knew that Matt was
suddenly feeling super jealous.

"Matt, just because Colin and I will be married doesn't mean he loves you
any less, you know.  Nothing's going to change except that he and I will be
husbands, and our marriage will consecrate our relationship.  But he'll
still love and play with you as much as you want."

"I know..." was all Matt said in reply.  My explanation didn't help at all.

The family discussed it some more and we were all bubbling with ideas.  We
finally hit upon a great plan that caused Matt to snap out of his funk.
Stella came up with the idea, actually.

"Well, then I want to marry Uncle Tim and Mom should marry Mike.  And why
couldn't Matt and Colin get married, too?"

We all stopped talking and pondered what she had just said.  After a moment
my mind flooded with an even grander idea.

"Hell, why don't we all marry each other?  The whole family will marry
itself, we'll all be able to participate in the rite!"

Everyone liked the idea and we made plans.  We even had a small circle of
guests we wanted to invite to celebrate with us.  But first we had to nail
down the details and logistics.

That weekend we went shopping for wedding rings.  Everyone wanted the same
kind, just plain gold bands.  We knew the kids would need to get larger
ones as they grew, but that was easy to take care of.  The lady at the
jewelry store was discrete and didn't ask any questions.  We were prepared
for curiosity, however, and when she first started waiting on us I told her
that we were celebrating a special event in our family and wanted to
commemorate it by getting rings.  She nodded and didn't ask any questions.

On the way back from the jeweler's we stopped at my buddy Sam's house where
he has one room set aside for his tattooing business.

We had also decided to get a small group tattoo, under our right arms.  The
symbol we wanted reflected our ideals and commitment to our love: the sign
for eternity, like a sideways 8.  Sam thought it was awesome and had us all
marked in under an hour.  The kids handled getting their first tatts really
well.  It didn't hurt too bad, just sort of stung.  Plus, the tattoos were
small so it didn't take long to get us all done.

The thought of being married to my son, living and loving as each other's
husband, was thrilling and audacious to us and it just made everything
better.  Colin began fucking with a more territorial and aggressive edge,
and I returned the passion.  We truly couldn't get enough of each other.  I
realized I was madly in love with the kid, the fruit of Sherry's loins, the
product of my seed.  I felt like I did with Tim the first time we told each
other how deep our love was.

Of course, this also meant that Tim and I would be husbands.  We joked
about it all the time when we were alone, Tim telling me that I was going
to be his bitch now, me telling him I was going to keep him barefoot and
pregnant.  We laughed like hell about it, teasing each other like 2
schoolboys.  But we knew it was meant to be and we were both thrilled by
the prospect of being not only brothers but also wedded lovers.

Sherry thought the whole idea was fabulous.  Like I've said before, a more
tolerant, open-minded woman would be impossible to find.  Sherry loved our
family as much as I did; she understood my appetites and inclinations and
she celebrated them with me.  I loved her more than ever.

I won't go into the details of the actual ceremony because it would take
too long.  Suffice to say that the day dawned gloriously bright and warm,
we held the ceremony outside under a pavilion we had rented for the
occasion, and our guests (all 8 of them) wished us well and blessed the
occasion with much love and laughter.  By dinner-time, we were all
newlyweds, both to individuals and to the whole clan.  The perfect family!

Anyway, the day we got Stella pregnant again was her 16th birthday.  After
she opened her presents we went out to lunch to a place we all like, a
restaurant at the Berkeley marina called Hs. Lordship's.  Before our food
was served we each took a hit of Ecstasy and by the time we were finished
eating it had started to kick in.  The drive home was interesting.

As soon as we got home we stripped naked and headed for the showers, just
to clear our heads and to help calm us down a bit.

We moved into the Priapus Shrine, naked and damp from our bathing.  Stella
was reclining on one of the mattresses, looking around the room and taking
in the details of how we guys had decorated and set the room up.  It was
not often that we allowed the ladies into our shrine, so every time they
were admitted some change to the room was noticeable.  In deference to our
guests, I had lit a stick of sandalwood incense to help dilute the powerful
aroma of males that permeated the shrine room.

Sherry was kneeling by the side of the mattress, talking to Stella and
smoothing her damp hair back from her forehead.  Stella was gazing lovingly
at her mom, and she took Sherry's hand away from her hair and kissed her
fingers sensually.  Sherry couldn't resist climbing onto the mattress next
to Stella and clasping our daughter tight to her while they exchanged a
tremendously deep and sexy kiss, grinding their cunts together.  The room
started to smell like pussy super-fast.  The girls were nice and wet, as
excited as us guys.

We males moaned and let out low whistles and told them they looked
beautiful and sexy together.  Our dicks were twitching and throbbing with
rampant energy and the boys were having a hard time not jacking off.  They
kept reaching for their cocks and then remembering they weren't supposed to
do anything stimulating until I told them it was OK to do so.  I felt sorry
for them, a trio of horny teenage boys fighting back the insistent urge to
masturbate, a need as fundamental as eating or breathing.

I was standing there in the center of the room getting the candles lit on
the altar.  As I bent over to touch the wick of the second candle with a
burning match, my brother came up behind me and stroked my asshole.  He
couldn't help himself, and he sighed deeply as soon as he felt the hot,
moist heat of my hairy shitter.

I straightened up and turned to face him, shoving my tongue into his
slack-jawed mouth as we pressed close together and rubbed our dripping
pricks against each other.  I heard the boys murmur and shift their weight.
Tim and I were turning them on like usual; the boys had repeatedly told us
over the years that watching me and Tim make love was the most sexually
exciting thing they had ever seen.  I knew we were all going to have an
amazing time.

Once I had everything prepared I motioned the girls over to join us in a
circle as I gave the signal for the guys to start beating off.  The boys'
hands flew to their cocks and they started pistoning in and out of their
fists.

I told Sherry and Stella to get on their knees and handed them the golden
bowl, telling them to hold it up between them and to be ready to proffer
the bowl to whichever guy first gave signs of immanent orgasm.  They smiled
and nodded, clearly getting a charge out of all those hard dicks being
flogged right in their faces.  I noticed their tongues wetting their lips
as they took in the glorious sight of men and boys jerking off with wild
abandon.

Tim started moaning and hissing in his breath and Sherry offered the bowl
up to my brother's monstrous, swollen prick as he raced towards
blast-off. Unable to restrain herself any longer, my wife leaned her face
into Tim's crotch and kissed his shaft.  His fist bounced up and down on
the bridge of her nose as he accelerated his pumping.

After a few warm licks and kisses on his cock, Tim's hairy thighs trembled
and quivered.  He roared out and his dick unleashed a thick torrent of
potent, bleachy-smelling seed.  The first rope missed its mark and overshot
the bowl's rim by a good foot or more, slamming against the bare hardwood
floor already liberally splattered with dried jizz from past rites.

As my gasping, handsome brother finished emptying his nuts, 13 year-old
Matt bellowed and started thrashing as his orgasm raced through his body.
Sherry handed the jizz-smeared bowl to Stella and she placed it right under
Matt's hefty uncut cock.  Moaning and jerking his whole body, Matt's sperm
shot straight up like a fountain and plummeted back down into the bowl, a
perfect hit.  Stella's fingers were busy behind Matt's low-hanging balls,
pushing against his luscious perineum and forcing him to erupt with more
vitality and force than usual.

Mike and Colin frantically bucked into their blurred fists as the bowl was
hurriedly passed back to Sherry so she could hold it out into the center of
our sacred circle.

Colin started spurting a fraction of a second before Mike, and the sight of
Colin's sperm flashing in the candlelight helped push Mike over the edge.
Both boys were contributing their loads to the bowl and we could hear their
sperm splash wet and thick into the pool of cum already offered under their
rasping moans and whimpers.

I wanted to hold back with my own orgasm until everyone else had gone,
knowing that my loads were usually the most dramatic and would make the
girls thirsty for our white nectar.  I growled out and thrust my hips
forward, bucking my ass hard and fast as I pounded my prick mercilessly.

When I shot I shouted out the ritual words, "Accept this blessing and share
in my fertility!" as my cock blasted out a rain storm of sperm.  My cum was
flying wild, most going into the bowl, but lots flying over the edges and
all around the floor.  Sherry and Stella both got doused with my hot nut,
and the sight of their cum-blessed tits and faces only made me more
frenzied.

As soon as I finished spurting and had flung the final pearls of nut off my
cock I took the bowl in my hands and raised it up in blessing.  Being the
alpha male, I took the first sip of the rich, seedy nectar after I had
mingled our loads by stirring it with my still-hard dick, and passed the
bowl to my right.  Even Toby got a sip of the delicious stuff when we
brought the bowl over to him on the mattress he was napping on.  Toby said
it tasted pretty good.  That made us laugh.  After everyone had sipped from
the sacred bowl I ran my fingers through what little was left and anointed
my wife and daughter's pussies with it.

Everything was going like clockwork.

I removed all the paraphernalia from the altar and smoothed the milky white
fabric that covered the low table.  Stella then moved into position and
straddled the altar before she lay back on it, a pillow cushioning her head
and another under her pretty ass.  Once she was comfortable, each of us
approached the altar and knelt before her, right between her spread legs.

Leaning down, we kissed her hairy cunt and then stuck our fingers inside,
withdrawing them when they were wet with pussy juice.  Sniffing the
incredible heady aroma of young cunt, we then stroked our cocks with her
juices and finally stuck our creamy fingers into Stella's mouth and let her
suck her own essence off.

Once we had all had a turn with this ritual gesture we stepped it up a
notch and performed the next set of moves.  This was simple but wildly
exciting.  Each guy in turn squatted down and inserted his stiff cock
inside Stella's pussy and just let it rest there.  It was phenomenally
difficult not to just instinctively start fucking.  But the pay-off was
worth it.

After resting our throbbing pricks in her hot, wet pussy, we withdrew our
cocks and stared as the next guy took his turn.  We called this the Great
Anointing, the preliminary step before the actual fucking commenced.

Stella was loving her role as sacred vessel and she was humming with
pleasure.  Her eyes said more than any words ever could, but the give-away
was the fact that each prick emerged with a slick, fragrant wetness.  Yum.

At last, it was time to fuck and make a baby.

I took my turn first, being the First Father and all, and I fucked like a
zealot.  Stella was being shoved all over the table and Sherry helped hold
her in place.  My pounding was creating a racket and the louder things got
the harder I slammed my 16 year-old daughter's cunt.  The pussy-fumes
steaming up from between her legs reached my nostrils and I sucked in air
like a drowning man.  I was wild for pussy, for my daughter/wife's 16
year-old cunt.  There's nothing like a young girl's snatch!

Stella was gazing at me, a look of wonder and awe in her eyes.  Her glossy
pink lips were parted as she gasped for air, whining and moaning from how
good I was making her feel.

"Oh, Christ...you fuck like a god, Daddy..."  Her words pierced the breathy
silence like a siren.

I could feel the cum start to churn in my thrashing balls.  I pulled my
dick out of her and wagged it back and forth so she could get a good look
at the powerful thing that was fucking her so relentlessly.

"It's a god's cock...oh, Christ, oh, Dad...you look like a god standing
there, come on, fuck me," she panted out.

As I plunged back in I half-shouted, "I am a god!"  As nuts as it sounds,
at that moment I felt like I was channeling the power of the god whose name
we had invoked.

"Yeah!  Fill me with your cum, Dad, fill me with god-sperm!"  Stella was
transported by the powerful emotions the room and the ritual were filling
us all with.

I came moments after that, roaring and rearing back into my brother's
strong arms.  He supported me as I slammed into Stella's cunt, filling her
with so much hot sperm that it was dribbling out of her pussy when I pulled
out and backed off so Tim could take his turn.

Stella had made the line-up and announced it to us during lunch.  We were
to go in age order: that meant me, then Tim, followed by Mike, Colin, and
finally Matt.

I knew that Stella had never gotten along all that well with Matt, but I
wondered if she weren't saving the best for last, now that Matt was
developing and already had a big, thick prick on him.  Even Stella said it
looked super-sexy for a kid that young to have such a big fucking dick.
For myself, I couldn't wait to see him slide his monster inside my daughter
and fuck her for all he was worth.  I wanted to watch his face when he
unloaded.  Matt always made adorable, sexy faces when he jacked off or
fucked around, especially now that he could shoot his wad.

Sounds like I was boy-crazy, huh?  Well, I was, and it lasted for their
entire adolescence!  All I could think about was teenage boys, our boys,
and how succulent and amazing they were.  Each day seemed to reveal some
new sexy thing about them that I hadn't noticed before.  The way they
walked, the way their baggy pants sagged around their narrow hips, the way
they talked and mumbled and joked and harassed each other, their nasty
imaginations, that careless arrogance of teenagers.

What got me off most was they way they smelled.  I was addicted to it, I
admit it.  Even Tim and my wife commented on my infatuation.  I laughed and
told them I was only doing what my cock and my heart were telling me to do.

I walked around in a haze of hormone-fueled distraction, images and ideas
of boys rampaging through my head.  I even dreamt about them.  It felt
amazing.  I was discovering all sorts of things about myself and my libido.
I couldn't get enough.

Anyway, my brother mounted Stella and slid home inside her.  As soon as he
was in, Stella moaned and brought her arms up to encircle Tim's neck,
hauling his face down to meet her hungry mouth.  They tongue-kissed so hard
and deep they were nearly gagging.  Their sounds just made everyone
hornier, including (apparently) Tim and Stella.  The more noise and heavy
breathing they did, the more intensely they went at it.

Timmy alternated between a hot, ritualistic moderate pace and a wild, rapid
thrusting as he fucked.  I moved so I was standing right behind him, about
a yard away.  My view of his ass was superb.  He had to straddle Stella
some, so his legs were spread and that meant his ass was, too.  The sight
of that dark-haired valley between his cheeks with more hair swirling
'round his fragrant asshole made my cock jerk upward involuntarily.
Watching his hips work and push his sweating ass out towards me made me
want to fuck him while he fucked my daughter/wife.  But of course I
couldn't during this part of the program.  That would be available later
on.

Instead, I inhaled deeply so I could fill my nostrils and lungs with the
powerful scent of physical love: fucked pussy, lots of sweaty males, and
that swooningly heady smell of teenage bodies, ripe and flush with sexual
hormones waiting for massive release.  My dick was leaking precum onto the
stained floor.

Tim really rode Stella.  She was obviously loving everything he did to her,
panting and screaming from the sensations that were flooding through her
tender body.  When he'd lean down to suck on her tits she'd squeal and arch
her back, shoving her pussy hard into my brother's bucking hips.

Wanting to prolong the act, Tim pulled out and lurched forward so he could
squeeze Stella's tits together around his cunt-washed dick and fuck them.
The boys all sighed and murmured in delight at this sexy, beautiful
picture, egging their dad on to blow a major wad all over Stella's breasts.
Sherry was kissing Stella's face and hair, leaning in for some good
frenching whenever Stella turned her face towards her.

After he plunged back inside her, Tim bust his nut pretty fast.  The
jacking off between Stella's tits did the trick and soon he started in with
the moaning.  When he shot he bucked hard enough to make the altar jerk
forward, and from the number the times his ass contracted in jizz-spasms I
knew Stella's pussy would feel like fucking a bowl of jelly when Mike took
his turn next.  Me and Tim cum a lot, so my daughter's cunt was bound to be
juicy.

Tim kissed Stella lovingly and very romantically before he withdrew and
when he did he rubbed his cum-slimed dick all over her tummy.  Stella
purred and stroked his furry ass cheeks while he did it.  It looked
amazing.

Mike was primed and ready to fuck, so the second Tim stepped away Mike was
taking up his position between Stella's long, slender legs.  Even before he
was inside her, Mike had already started pumping his ass back and forth,
his body on automatic pilot.  It looked hot as hell, this randy 15 1/2
year-old boy so sexually aroused and overcome by his bodily needs that he
was fucking the air.

Once he had his dick buried inside my daughter Mike fucked fast and wild.
Sherry's face was red and shiny, incredibly turned-on by watching her young
lover-husband fuck her daughter.  Unable to resist her instincts, Sherry
stood up and loomed over Stella's body, offering her cunt to Mike, pushing
her curly-haired gash in his face.

Overwhelmed by the intoxicating odor of my wife's pussy, Mike leaned
forward and lapped all around her cunt as he increased the speed of his
fucking.  Sherry had grabbed his head and was maneuvering it around her
twat, telling Mike when to go slow, when to go faster.  By the time he shot
off inside Stella and mixed his sperm with mine and Tim's, Sherry was
whining and keening from the orgasm Mike had helped her achieve.

As Mike fell back after unloading his gun, Colin reached out and stroked
Mike's still-hard dick, milking out the final jizz-bullets.  Mike giggled
and kissed Colin on the mouth in thanks and friendship.

Without any hesitation, Colin moved to Stella and shoved 2 fingers up her
cunt and wiggled them around inside her until Stella giggled and squirmed
on the altar.

"That tickles, you dork!" Stella shouted as she laughed, but we could tell
that Colin's fingers were giving Stella a thrill she hadn't expected from
her younger brother.

"You've got fingers, too, bitch; use them!"  Colin was breathing heavily
and he surprised me by calling his sister a bitch.  Normally he would have
gotten his face slapped by me or one of the other adults, but in this
situation it seemed to be part of a secret, sexy language that he and
Stella were used to.  So we let it slide and just watched as brother and
sister got ready to make a baby.

Stella sighed as though in exasperation, but it was all clearly an act.  I
knew at that moment that Colin and Stella actually loved each other very
deeply and were capable of exciting each other tremendously.  As proof,
Stella propped herself up a bit and reached behind Colin to slowly insert
her middle finger up his butthole, smiling and watching his face to make
sure he was enjoying it.  As soon as she was in, Colin stiffened, closed
his eyes and sighed deeply with a huge, nasty grin on his face.

"That's more like it..." he whispered as he began fucking his sister with
slow, sensuous strokes.

"You love it when I fuck you, don't you?" he said to Stella, looking down
at her with glassy eyes.

"You love it when I fuck you, don't you?" Stella shot back, breathy and
crazed by how good Colin was filling her cunt.  They giggled and moaned
softly as Colin continued ramming his cock into his sister's dripping
pussy, Stella working her finger in and out of her brother's tight,
fragrant shithole.

As he increased his speed and power, Stella pulled her finger out of his
ass and held it under his nose so he could smell himself before she wiped
it on her tits and lay back down flat.  She was rubbing Colin's chest and
thighs, obviously loving every second of having her brother fuck her.

Now it was my turn to ignore the rules and give in to my loving instincts.
The sight of Colin's little brownish-pink rosebud pucker made my heart
pound in my chest as I lurched forward and dropped to my knees.

The second he felt my hot, heavy hands on his butt cheeks, forcing them
wide open so I could see his asshole fully exposed, Colin roared and
gasped.  Nothing got him going better than having me sniff and lick his
asshole while he fucked and that was exactly what I did now.

The heady stink of his rich, fertile anus made my mind reel and I burrowed
in as deep as I could get.  As he continued fucking his sister, his ass
slammed backward into my face with every backstroke.  It felt like I was
getting beat up by my son-and-lover's butt and it amused me almost as much
as it inflamed my ardor for my boy-husband's ass scent.

Within 2 or 3 minutes Colin was hissing as he prepared to pump out his
load.

"I'm gonna cum, bitch, I'm gonna fucking cum inside your pussy and you're
gonna get pregnant with my baby..."

Hearing Colin talk rough and nasty while I ate out his ass was incredibly
sensual to me.  The fact that he was saying these things to his sister
turned me on so much I spontaneously shot another thick load, spewing out
hot cum against Colin's calves.  Big wet clumps of sperm were caught in the
hair on his legs and I scooped it off and plastered it all over his greasy
asshole before I licked it up.

When he came, he leaned down on top of Stella and bucked roughly against
her as the final spasms of his orgasm racked his body.  When he was
finished and just lay there on top of her I literally lifted his body up
off her and swung him into my arms like a groom holding his bride as they
step across the threshold of their honeymoon retreat.

Colin and I made out for a few minutes as Matt filled Stella with his
outsized cock, big hairless balls thwacking against Stella's bare ass.  I
was lost in time and space with my boy, kissing him and fondling his body
as I held him like a baby in my arms.  The earthy stink of hot ass was all
over my face and goatee and the more I kissed him the more his own scent
was being transferred to his face.

I sank down onto the floor with him still cradled in my arms and we both
went wild on each other.  Matt was fucking Stella by now but Colin and I
were too into each other to really notice what was going on.

I was licking and sucking on Colin's throat, covering it with hickeys, and
working my way down his chest, stopping to suck and bite on his nipples.
When he squealed from the sensation I moved away from his tits and shoved
my face into his pits.  Sniffing and licking the salty tang of his
increasingly hairy underarms was like sticking your face into a jar of
pickled cocktail onions.  The smell and taste were exquisite, the best I've
ever sampled.

Colin was grunting and whimpering as he covered my hairy sweat-sheened body
with kisses and wet tongue laps until I was damp with his spit.  When he
started licking and nibbling on my inner thighs and balls I leaned back and
let him worship me until he was so excited and stimulated that his hands
and body were shaking.  I loved watching his curly head twist and bob
around my crotch, the feel of his breath hot and moist against the
sensitive skin on my aching cock.

I crooked my legs and hiked my hips up off the floor so Colin could get at
my asshole.  He chuckled delightedly like he was preparing to eat a
fabulous meal served especially for him, just before he shoved his
pink-cheeked face between my furry thighs and started gorging on my ass.

Matt was watching this whole scene play out the entire time he fucked
Stella.  When Colin started to eat out my ass, Matt barked out, "Do that to
me, Colin!"

The sound of his voice broke the spell and we came back to our senses,
disentangled ourselves and moved back into our ritual positions.  Colin
dazedly did as he was asked and bent down to sniff and suck on his cousin's
butthole.

As soon as Matt felt Colin's mouth on his ass he clenched his teeth and
moaned loud, thrusting into Stella's pussy like a pro.

Stella sighed luxuriously.

"Hey, Matt," she said jerkily from the force of his thrusting, "You look
really hot when you fuck."

And he did.  His brows were furrowed and his face was flushed with animal
lust.  Dark brown bangs kept falling into his eyes and he constantly tossed
his head back in order to get his hair out of his eyes.  The sight of his
gangly body, pimples dotting his shoulders, skinny arms and legs tensed
with the need to get off, big feet stomping the floor in an effort to
regain his balance...all these things just added to the thrill of watching
this 13 year-old boy fuck like an animal.

When he came he announced it in his brash, adenoidal boy's voice.

"I'm almost there, I'm gonna cum..."

He hissed in his breath and squinched up his face until he was bellowing
through gritted teeth as his cock exploded inside my daughter's cunt.  His
narrow, bony hips jerked hard against Stella's thighs as he added his semen
to the rich cocktail of our combined sperm.  The room reeked of love and
sex.

When he pulled out, a wet sucking noise echoed in the room and we all
laughed softly with contentment.  Stella's pussy was drenched with cum and
sweat and her pubes were all stuck together with our nectar, the way
custard clings to warm cake.  I had to taste this special treat, so I
leaned down and rubbed my face against her cunt until my face was gluey
with our sex-mess.

The smell that greeted me was just like the smell of the room, only
magnified about a thousand times.  The smoky, slightly marine-like scent of
well-fucked pussy couldn't drown out the swampy, seedy mix of five guys'
cum loads all stirred up together.

Now that the ritual mating had been completed we took a break for food and
rest.  We still had a major rite to do before we were finished but we
needed to regain our strength.

Earlier that morning we had brought in platters of fruits and cheeses and
meats, sweets and drinks and a few good loaves of crusty french bread.
Several bottles of champagne and a good 1/4 oz. of weed with our favorite
pipe helped us to relax.  The X was still working fine but the alcohol and
pot just gave us an added buzz.

As we ate we fed each other, too, and even this felt wildly sensual.  We
all served Stella in honor of her special role as the vessel of our seed
and the eventual mother of our new baby.

When we were finished eating, drinking and getting stoned we all moved to
various mattresses and stretched out for some rest and maybe even a nap.
Nobody said anything about who would go where; we all just sort of
naturally went to where we wanted to be.  Colin and I shared a bed with
Matt, Sherry was with Mike, and Stella and Tim were together with Tobias.

I think we all probably dozed and I woke up to the sound of Colin
masturbating a noisy Matt.  Soon the whole clan roused themselves and we
prepared for the final portion of the rite.

It was really beautiful to see the various members of our family rouse
themselves from a sex-induced exhaustion.  Bodies big and small unwrapped
themselves from each other like the unfurling of a rose.  Kisses were
freely exchanged and hands caressed tingling flesh as we leisurely
clustered in the center of the room before the altar.

When we were all together, Stella resumed her position on the altar.  Once
she was draped over it, we all knelt around her and worshipped her body,
every inch of it.  Us guys were fully aroused again in no time.

Again, I handed the golden bowl to Sherry and told her to catch our cum as
it spurted, fresh and vital, from our cocks.  With that, the five of us
guys started flogging our dicks again, ritualistically jacking off in order
to fill the bowl as much as we could.  Toby knelt at his mom's side and
watched us jack our dicks, his eyes huge and mesmerized.  I noticed that
his little dick was stiff and hard.

Soon, Sherry had collected all of our loads and she swirled it around in
the bowl, mixing it up like some precious alchemic concoction.  I grabbed
the baster we had purchased specially for this rite and sucked up the warm,
pearly nectar into the hollow tube.  The sound of our sperm being drawn up
into the baster made me get hard again.  I noticed the noise had a similar
effect of the other guys, too.

Once I had sucked up all the jizz into the tube I knelt between my
daughter's legs and inserted the baster up her cunt.  As we all moved in
and began kissing and stroking Stella one last time, I squeezed the rubber
bulb in a tight clutch and heard a rush of liquid blast out of the baster
and shoot deep inside Stella.  We weren't finished with the ritual until
our combined loads were delivered as one orgasm, one massive ejaculation.

Now complete, we slowly came back to Earth and chatted while we lazed
about, full of excitement for the new life we had hopefully collectively
created.  Time would tell.

Over the next few weeks, our household was constantly in a flurry of sexual
activity.  Hoping to guarantee Stella's pregnancy, we fucked her every
chance we got.  My wife got her share, too, and our clan experienced a
period of time that reminded me of the weeks leading up to Christmas when I
was a little boy.  That same sense of expectation and fun worked its magic
over all of us.  There was constant laughter and kisses and we all seemed
to be even nicer and more considerate than usual with each other.

A few weeks later, Stella and Sherry announced that they had both missed
their periods and were probably pregnant.  Believe me, there was great
rejoicing at this best of all possible news!

The boys all seemed mightily proud and acted like roosters, crowing about
how potent their sperm was and how good they had fucked in order to bring
about this miracle.  Tim and I had to remind them that we had contributed
our jizz, too.  I thought it was cute as hell.

With Sherry being pregnant along with Stella, we guys stepped up our
volunteering with most of the household chores, and we found ourselves
frequently working together in a group.

Privately, we tried to guess whose cum had fertilized the eggs, but of
course we had no way of knowing.  Mike bet us that he had gotten my wife
knocked-up and I laughed and told him he was probably right since I had to
basically peel him off Sherry every time I wanted to fuck her.

Stella's baby's father we didn't even try to guess at.  What was important
to us was that we all felt an equal share in begetting the babies.  We were
all 5 of us their dads.  That's what made it so spectacularly beautiful to
think about.

Days later, our family doctor confirmed that both Sherry and Stella were
pregnant.  Soon there'd be 2 new babies to add to our amazing clan.

Things were about to get even better than they had been before, and our
relationships bloomed and ripened as the kids matured.  What came next
surprised even me.