Date: Sun, 31 Jul 2005 09:35:28 -0400 (EDT) From: Mitchell Subject: Quality Family Time - Chapter 2 The following is a fictional story dreamed up by the writer's overactive imagination, and any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the writer. You may distribute this story electronically as you wish with this header intact, and you can print out one copy for your personal use, but any other publication of this material will require the writer's written consent. Comments and especially encouragement are welcome. Thank you to all who wrote me after the first story. Let me know what you think of this one too. Enjoy! Quality Family Time - Chapter 2 By Mitchell Knight Campground Shower - Part 2 (incest: m/t) After another long day in the car, the Davis family reached Yellowstone. They were to spend the next couple days there, and then drive back home. Todd pulled the SUV into another campground and parked. Soon he, Aaron, and Josh started setting up the tent while Sherry prepared dinner. Over the next couple of days the family went to see the main attractions of Yellowstone including Old Faithful, other less famous geysers, and the canyons. They also went hiking and rode some rented bikes. On the afternoon of their third day, they were hanging around the campsite after lunch. In the playground area, a few campers had started up a volleyball game in the sand court. "Mom, can we go play?" Josh asked, seeing a couple kids his own age on the two teams. "Sure," Sherry answered, getting up and walking over to grab Amanda. "Sounds like fun," Todd said. "What about you, Aaron, you wanna play?" "Yeah," he answered. They all headed over to the volleyball court, and Sherry dropped Amanda off on the nearby playground equipment. After talking to the other players, Sherry and Josh wound up on one side of the net with Todd and Aaron on the other. The game went fairly well, with most of the serves actually making it over the net on the first try and the ball usually staying in the air for a couple of hits before going back over the net again. Then, about halfway into the game, one of the kids on Sherry's team popped the ball up high and long. Todd was in the front line, and he turned to watch as the ball fell out of the sky heading for a point just inside the boundary. Aaron and a girl just a little older than him both went for the ball at the same time. Looking up, and the sun partially blinding them, neither realized the other was in the way until it was too late. In a tangle of awkward limbs, they slammed into each other and crashed heavily to the ground. She landed partially on top of him. Aaron let out a high-pitched yelp as pain burned through the first two fingers of his right hand. Todd ran over to his son's side as the girl got off him. He crouched down beside Aaron and put a hand on his shoulder, frantically looking his son up and down for signs of injury. "Are you okay?" he asked. "My hand," Aaron whimpered, sitting up and cradling his right hand. "Where?" Todd asked, as parents gathered around them, softly echoing words of concern. "My fingers. It hurts a lot," Aaron answered. For their normally reserved boy, this admission that it hurt that much meant it must be pretty bad. Todd could see Aaron's eyes watering at the corners as he tried to hold back tears. "Can you move them?" Aaron shook his head. "Come over here and sit down," Todd urged, helping Aaron to his feet and pointing to a picnic table. "What's wrong with Aaron?" Amanda yelled, running over to them. "He just got hurt honey, he'll be okay," Sherry answered as Amanda rushed to her side. When a few minutes had passed and the pain hadn't gone down, they knew that it was something more serious than your average bumps and bruises. Todd and Aaron headed back to the campsite and the SUV to drive to the hospital while Sherry waited anxiously by the cell phone. About forty-five minutes later, Todd called Sherry and explained that the injury wasn't too serious. Aaron had sprained his index and middle finger. The doctor had immobilized these two fingers in a splint that Aaron would have to wear for the next few weeks as they healed. The doctor had also given them some pain medication. When Aaron got back from the hospital, Sherry immediately went into ultra mom mode, fussing over her son and pampering him every chance she got. As a special treat, they went to a restaurant for dinner that night, and then cooked S'mores over the fire afterwards. Sherry insisted on sleeping on the same side of the tent as Aaron that night to make sure he didn't have any problems with his hand. Aaron protested a little bit but secretly enjoyed the extra attention. The next morning, Todd and his sons headed to the men's restroom for their morning shower. This was a fairly large, modern facility, with individual, private shower stalls. Attached to each stall was a small wooden cubicle with a door that served as the changing room. The stalls and cubicles didn't go all the way to the ceiling, but at six feet tall, they gave a reasonable amount of privacy. When they arrived that morning, approximately five out of the fifteen stalls were in use, with a half dozen men and boys also using the sinks or toilet stalls. Todd found three open showers right next to each other and sent Josh into the farthest one, closing the door behind him. Then he turned to Aaron. "Do you want me to come in with you and help you take your shirt off?" he asked. Aaron was right-handed, and Todd imagined that it was going to be tough these first few days for him to get used to doing everything with only his non-dominant hand. "Yeah, probably," Aaron answered. Todd followed Aaron into the wooden cubicle and closed the door behind them. They set their bags down on the floor, and Todd gingerly removed the brace on Aaron's right hand. He set the brace down on the wooden bench, turned back to his son, and then grabbed the bottom of his shirt. He gently pulled it up to his son's armpits. Aaron reflexively raised his arms over his head. Todd noticed his son's armpits were still hairless as he pulled the shirt up over his head and off. He laid the T-shirt next to the brace on the bench. "Okay, buddy, you let me know if you need anything else. I'll be right next door," Todd said. "Okay," Aaron answered. Todd opened the door and left. He entered the cubicle between his two sons' showers and quickly undressed. Aaron had unbuckled his sandals and stepped out of those, unsnapped his shorts, and let them fall to his ankles by the time he heard the water go on in his dad's shower. Aaron was wearing loose boxer shorts, so he pulled down one side with his left hand, and then tugged at the other side until they fell to the ground on their own. He stepped out of these, and then went to his bag. Aaron pulled out the small bottle of shampoo and soap that they'd bought once they came to this campground and headed into the shower. As the hot water splashed down on the thin teenager, Aaron's thoughts quickly went to the morning a few days ago when he'd watched his dad masturbate in the shower. This was probably the hundredth time Aaron had replayed that erotic scene in his mind, and virtually every time it caused his penis to grow and stiffen. Within seconds it was at its full four inches, sticking straight up at him, and twitching in time with his heartbeat. Aaron squeezed some soap directly onto his dick, and then set the bottle on the soap bar. With his left hand, he rubbed the soap into a lather, and then wrapped his hand around his erection, making a fist. He remembered when his dad touched his own dick in the shower, and how good his dad's hand had felt there. Then Aaron's mind slowly replayed the images of his father's erection: the red, bulbous head as he'd been ready to come, the thick, veiny shaft that ended in the bush of brown pubic hair. Aaron tried to smoothly stroke himself up and down and faster and faster to reach orgasm as he remembered his dad's semen shooting out across the shower floor, but his left hand and arm were not cooperating. Since he'd never jerked off using his left hand before, it was awkward, and wasn't feeling as good as when he'd done it with his right. Aaron started to panic as he remembered that his right hand was going to be out of commission for the next few weeks. How was he going to get off? This had to be one of a teenage boy's worst nightmares. As Aaron's panic grew, he heard his dad's shower go off, and then the door open between his shower and the changing cubicle. Todd started drying off, and Aaron's horniness drove him to desperation. "Dad?" Aaron called softly. "Yeah, bud?" "Uh...could you come here?" he asked. Todd wrapped a towel around his waist, left his cubicle, and entered Aaron's. Aaron opened the shower door a crack when he heard his dad enter. "Did you need some help?" Todd asked. "Yeah," Aaron answered, opening the door wide, revealing his aroused state. "I, uh, can't . . ." Aaron looked helplessly from his left hand to his crotch. "Ohhhhh," Todd said, nodding. "You're a righty for that too, huh?" Aaron nodded. Todd whipped off his towel, and Aaron's stomach started churning in excitement as his eyes feasted on his dad's penis again. Todd stepped into the shower and closed the door. "Okay, let's take care of that," he said, smiling reassuringly. Todd slipped behind his son, so his back was to the shower spigot still raining down warm water. He took the soap bottle and poured a small dose into his hand. Then he reached around the front of his son and gently placed his soapy palm against Aaron's abdomen and started rubbing. Todd snaked his left arm up under Aaron's left armpit and slid it across his chest, pulling Aaron into his body. Aaron could feel his dad's penis and coarse pubic hair against the small of his back. Todd worked the soap into a lather against Aaron's abdomen and sparse pubes. Then he slid his hand lower, running his slick hand across the top side of Aaron's erection. Aaron let out a small gasp as his dad's hand slid across the head. Then Todd wrapped his fist around his son's erection. At four inches, only the tip of the head poked out the end. Todd slowly slid his fist up the length of Aaron's erection until just the head was encased in his fist. "Ahhh," Aaron sighed. He couldn't believe the incredibly intense feelings coursing through his penis into his crotch. This felt so much better than doing it himself. Todd slowly brought his hand back down the length of Aaron's erection until the side of his hand was touching Aaron's pubes. Todd felt a heat start to grow in his groin as the sexual excitement of this moment affected him. Against Aaron's lower back, Todd's penis began to lengthen and grow. Todd slid his fist up and down Aaron's cock again. When his own dick had grown to its full six inches, Todd shifted back a step and then pushed up against Aaron, placing his erection parallel to Aaron's back. Aaron felt the hardness against him, and became even more excited. He slowly rocked his body slightly up and down against his dad's erection. Unconsciously, Todd thrust his hips back and forth in time with his son's movements, creating a pleasurable friction as his erection slid up and down Aaron's slippery back. As Todd continued to slowly stroke his son, he felt Aaron's nipples stiffen to small points under the arm Todd had braced across his chest. Todd moved his hand back slightly and ran his left index finger in a circle over Aaron's hard right nipple. "Mmmm," Aaron moaned. Todd then gently pinched the nipple and released it. This was met with more soft moans, so Todd continued to gently pinch and release Aaron's nipple as he increased the speed of his fist on Aaron's cock. Just a few strokes at this faster pace and Aaron's whole body suddenly went stiff. Todd gripped his son even tighter and felt Aaron's erection twitch against his palm. Semen bubbled out of the head of his penis. Aaron's cock twitched a couple more times, and the cum started running out the head and down onto Todd's hand. Then Aaron went limp against his dad, and Todd continued to hold him. Todd's dick was still rigid between them. Aaron reluctantly pulled away from his dad and turned around. "Thanks," he said emphatically, a wide smile on his face. "Sure, buddy," Todd said. "You gonna do yours?" Aaron asked, his eyes cast down to stare at Todd's erection. 'Why not?' Todd thought. He squirted some more soap into his palm and wrapped it around his erection. Rubbing against Aaron's back had already got him going, and he could feel that it wouldn't take long. With his left hand, he started playing with his right nipple. His right hand started stroking quickly. Aaron reached out with his left hand and gently squeezed his dad's left nipple. "A little harder," Todd urged hoarsely. Aaron pinched it a little harder the second time and then released it as Todd continued to stroke. Aaron pinched it again, and Todd let out a guttural groan. A jet of semen burst out the end of his engorged, purple head and splatted right next to the drain. Another quickly landed just a few inches away from that one. Two more, less forceful shots, basically dripped down from the end of Todd's cock to fall on the floor. "Oh yeah," Todd chuckled once he'd finished, looking at the streaks of cum on the floor. "You shoot a lot," Aaron commented. "You'll shoot that much too in a couple years," Todd answered. "C'mon, let's get cleaned up." Aaron joined his father under the spigot and finished up his shower. Todd dried him off afterwards and helped him put on a clean shirt. Then he fastened the brace back onto Aaron's hand. Back at the camp, Sherry pulled her husband aside and softly asked how things had gone. "He was able to do most of it himself. He needed a little help with some things, but nothing we couldn't work through." Copyright 2005 Mitchell Knight