Date: Wed, 5 Jul 2000 01:34:18 -0400 (EDT)
From: Marc <Rim4you@webtv.net>
Subject: HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF (Part 4)

Disclaimer:

The following story contains themes dealing with incest, water sports
and scat. If you are under the age of eighteen or find these themes
offensive, stop here.
 
Author's Note

I have received several inquiries as to weather or not this story is
true. I'll put it this way: for some readers it is true in that they've
experienced these situations. For other readers it is shear fantasy. In
any event I hope you enjoy the story.
 
HOT FOR UNCLE JEFF (Part 4) 
By Rim4you 

1 
 
The next three days was a torrent of sexual frenzy. It seemed that Uncle
Jeff and I couldn't keep our hands, or tongues for that matter, off of
each other. At long last I had found companionship that I could share
all of my deepest, darkest desires and explore them openly.
 
I asked Uncle Jeff how he and my Dad had come around to playing
together. He told me the he had a similar situation when he was nine and
walked in, unknowingly, on his brother and a buddy of his "going to
town," as Uncle Jeff put it. One thing led to another and before long my
Dad and Uncle Jeff were playing together on a regular basis.

Then things broke off when Dad married my Mom. Uncle Jeff, who always
turned to his brother for guidence, drifted and started getting into all
kinds of trouble. So it was my Dad who suggested the his kid brother
come live with us. If anyone could straighten anyone out, my Dad could.

 
"So you see Squirt," Uncle Jeff said, "you and I are kind of alike. The
big difference is that you were always a good kid. Me, on the other
hand, I just started getting into all kinds of trouble after your Dad
got married and left home. Your Dad was the person I always turned to.
He was always there for me."
 
"Just like how you're always there for me too, huh Jeffery?" 

"That's right Squirt. I know you have your Dad but ..." 

"Now I have both of you!" 
 
"Yeah, you do." 
 
"Although I've only landed one of you!" I laughed.
 
"Jeez Squirt! You really are a pig! I think I'm gonna have to start
callin' you my li'l oinker!"
 
"How often do you and my Dad get it on Jeffery?" I asked.
  
"Pretty much on a weekly basis if possible. With you working out with us
in the garage these past couple of years that made things kind of
difficult. You know your Dad. The garage, his workout equipment was his
domain, his turf. Even your Mom never ventured out there. You never
noticed that whenever your Mom ever needed something, and your Dad was
working out, that she just poked her head out the sliding glass door and
just hollered for him?" 
 
"I guess I noticed but didn't make much of it," I replied.

"Well for your Dad that insured privacy. A place to play."

 "So when was the last time you and my Dad played together?"

 "The day you saw us. It had been such a long time and since you were
off with Steven and your buddies, and your Mom was over at your
Grandma's ... well ... after our workout we just got hot for each
other."
 
"Why?" 
 
"Just wanted to know," I replied. A pensive look showed on my face. 

 "Jeffery."
 
"Yeah Squirt." 
 
"You still want to have sex with my Dad still don't you? Be honest." 

 "Yes. I do," Uncle Jeff answered quietly. "Does that bother you?" 

 "Nope," I said. "You still want to have sex with me?"
 
 "Of course I do Squirt!"
 
"But I would be a little envious," I proceded cautiously, "unless ..."
 
"Unless what?" 
 
"Unless I could join in with the two of you and the three of us get it
on together!"
  
"Squirt!" Jeffery gasped. 

"Are you upset with me Jeffery?" 
 
"No. I'm not upset. It's just the idea sounds so kinky. So nasty. So
hot. Father-Son. Brother-Brother. Uncle-Nephew."

"I thought I was your li'l brother," I teased, slugging him playfully on
the arm.

"Yeah you are," Uncle Jeff laughed. "Don't make this scenario anymore
complicated than it is. Besides. You're my li'l oinker now remember?"
 
We laughed and laughed.
 
"Do you think your gonna tell my Dad about you and I Jeffery? That I
know about the two of you? That I saw the two of you together?"

"Do you want me to Squirt?" 
 
"I don't know. Yet if you don't say anything or hint anything to him
I'll never be able to have sex with the two of you at the same time!" 
 
"Is that what you'd really like Squirt?" 
 "Yeah," I answered. "It would be so fuckin' hot." 
 
"How will you go about bringing it up Jeffery? Arrange another scene
like the last time you two got it on but only this time I really stumble
in?" 
 
"No. I don't think so. That was purely accidental."

"How then?" I asked. 
 
"I'll figure it out Squirt." 
 
"Wish we had some time to fool around now," I teased grabbing my crotch. 
 
"Don't get me started Squirt," Uncle Jeff replied, "your folks will be
home from their trip anytime now. Vacation time is over for me. It's
back to the warehouse come Monday morning."
 
Dad did some accounting work, on the side, at the warehouse where Uncle
Jeff worked. Some evenings Uncle Jeff would tag along. I wondered to
myself if that would be where Uncle Jeff would devulge my nasty desire. 
 
"I hear the car pulling up," Jeffery announced.

 We dragged ourselves off the couch and headed for the door.
 
 "Better get rid of that," Uncle Jeff laughed, pointing to the bulge
between my legs. 

"Jeffery! Squirt! Oh boys!" Mom's voice sang out.

I poked my head out the door. Mom was in one of her "sing-song" moods. 
 
"Probably too many martinis on the plane," Uncle Jeffery chuckled,
jabbing me in the ribs. 
 
"Jeepers Mom!" I quirked, "The neighbors! You sound like Aunt Bea
hollering 'Andy, Opie, Barney!" I mocked in her "sing-song" voice. 

 "Oh hush," she replied.
  
Uncle Jeff jabbed me again in the ribs. <p> "Mom I hollered," teasingly
whining like a little kid, "Jeffery just hit me! He's been beating me up
the whole time you guys were gone!" I cracked up laughing. 
 
"If I hit him he deserved it," Uncle Jeff joined in, sparring with me
down the sidewalk towards the car. The two of us laughing our heads off. 
 
"As soon as you two clowns quit goofing off," Dad boomed with a smile on
his face, "would you mind giving the old man a hand with the luggage?"
Uncle Jeff and I made a dash for the trunk of the car. 

"Glad to see you in better spirits Squirt," Dad said. 

"Yeah Dad. It was all the boozin', druggin', and wild women Uncle Jeff
always had around," I teased. "He's a bad influence." 

"Yeah right," Dad quirked. "The way you're acting right now I don't know
whose more tipsy. You or your Mom!" 
 
"How'd it go Jeffery?" Dad addressed his younger brother. 

"Everything went just fine Jason. Just fine." 

Uncle Jeff shot me a sheepish grin. I cracked up laughing again. 

"He been smokin' weed or something Jeffery?" Dad asked. 

 "Weed?" Uncle Jeff and I sang out in unison.

"Nope Jason," Uncle Jeff replied. "He's just plain weird." 

With that the three of us headed towards the house, bags in hand. 
 
2

"I'm beat dear," Mom said to Dad after things got settled down. "I'm
gonna lie down. You guys are on your own as far as dinner." 
 
"I'll be at Steven's house then," I replied. "I can always grab a bite
to eat there!" 
 
I had known Steven ever since we were in the first grade. He and I were
best friends. His house was my second home. 
 
Uncle Jeff pulled me aside. "Why are you going to Steven's house
tonight Squirt?" 
 
"Why? I asked. "Did you have any plans for me?" 
 
"Well maybe later on after we're alone in our room." 
 
Ever since Uncle Jeff moved in with us, he and I had always shared a
room. Since we got along so well together, Mom decided to let things be
rather than give up her sewing room which was her turf.
 
"Well," I said, "maybe you and Dad can have a little heart to heart talk
... or butt to butt talk! No what I mean? After all. I'm sure Dad is
anxious to get a piece of ass!" 
 
"Squirt!" 
 
"Would you rather I jump his bones then?" 
 
"You wouldn't," Uncle Jeff sneered. "Would you?" 
 
"Nope. I'm leaving that up to you. But it kind of makes me feel funny
... you know ... the two of you gettin' it on and stuff and I'm on the
sidelines waitin' for my turn. If I ever get one." 
 
"You gotta be patient Squirt. Please don't go getting all jealous and
bent out of shape. After all," Uncle Jeff continued, "I'm the one stuck
in the middle of all this like some pice of meat. Some prize catch!" 
 
"Yep," I said, "you do have one helluva piece of meat! And you are one
gorgeous catch too!" 
 
Uncle Jeff cocked his head and whispered, "I love you Squirt." 

"Ditto that Jeffery. I gotta get going. I told Steven I'd be over after
Mom and Dad got in." 

"You had this all planned didn't you Squirt? Running off and throwing me
to the lion!" 
 
"But ain't he a gorgeous lion? Hell, the two of you could pass for
twins. Besides I'm anxious to get the ball rolling!" 

I bolted for the door nearly knocking Dad down in the process. 
 
"Oh ... uh ... sorry Dad," I hollered. "Gotta go to Steven's house."
 
"Squirt! When will you be ... " 
 
"Love you Dad!" 
 
"Back?" 
 
I was out the door and running down the driveway. My mind was racing. My
heart was pounding. I didn't want to think of the idea of Dad and Uncle
Jeffery alone together but I knew that I had to give them their space.
If I was to get what I wanted I had to give Uncle Jeff time to arrange
things. 

After what had transpired between Uncle Jeff and I during these past few
days, I didn't want to think of he and Dad having sex although I knew it
would happen. I had to keep my mind occuppied. And if anyone could keep
me involved in things, Steven was the one. 

3 
 
"What the fuck's gotten into Squirt?" Jason said to his brother Jeffery.
"When Sheila and I left a couple days ago he was brooding, sullen, quiet
and withdrawn. Now he's bouncin' off of the fuckin' walls!"

"Well ..." Jeffery hesitated. 
 
Jason opened the refrigerator door, rumaging around.
 
"Any beer left?" he asked. 
 
"We killed the case," Jeffery answered. "But we bought another and put
it in the fridge in the garage." 
 
"The garage," Jason sighed. "Good a place as any." 
 
"Let's say we go have a beer," Jeffery said. "I have some things to
talk to you about." 
 
"Sounds good to me," Jason replied winking at Jeffery. 
 
The two men, one twenty-four, the other thirty-four, crossed the family
room towards the door. As Jeffery grasped the door knob, Jason laid a
firm grip on Jeffery's backside. 

"How I've missed this," Jason whispered, "I hope it's nice and ripe!"
 
Jeffery flinched at Jason's touch. His hand fumbled with the door knob. 
 
"What's with you two?" Jason asked. "I go away for a couple of days and
Squirt's bouncing off the walls and you're all jittery!" 
 
"We gotta talk Jason." 
 
"Talk dirty?" Jason responded, a tinge of excitement in his voice. 
 
"Just talk Jason ... maybe ... perhaps." Jeffery's voice trailed off.
 
Jeffery opened the door and the two men proceded towards the garage.
Once inside Jeffery headed for the refrigerator and grabbed two beers.
Jason sat down on the press bench. 

Jeffery handed his brother the beer and sat down on the bench facing
him. His head hung down.  
"This is serious," Jason said. "Jeffery." 

"Yeah," Jeffery responded, thumping his fingers on the bench. 
 
"Look at me. Look me in the eye." 
 
Jeffery knew his eyes would give him away. It always did. He knew he
couldn't lie and get away with it. Despite his tough exterior, his eys
said everything, they told all. 

He raised his head and looked at his brother. Jason studied Jeffery's
expression. Gazed into his eyes. 
 
"Something's not right here," Jason said. "What's wrong Jeffery. I know
something's on your mind. You know you can confide in me. I've never
judged you or looked down on you." 
 
Jeffery tilted his head back and took a deep swig of his beer, downing
half the bottle in the process. He stared up at the wall and nervously
ran his fingers through his hair. He sighed. 
 
"Jason," Jeffery began, "You know Squirt adores you. He idolizes you.
Fuck! He worships the ground you walk upon. Do you ever take notice of
that brother?" 
 
"Yeah, I have," Jason whispered. This time it was Jason who hung his
head. "He's a good kid. A terrefic kid and I'm so very proud of him!" 
 
"Oh God Jason!" Jeffery exclaimed, slapping his hand on his thigh,
grabbing his beer and standing up. Walking aimlessly around the room. 
 
Jeffery ran his fingers through his hair again. A sign that Jason
understood. A nervous habit of Jeffery's. Whenever Jeffery got nervous
or on edge, he always ran his fingers through his hair. 
 
Jeffery tossed his empty beer bottle into the waste basket, headed for
the fridge and opened another beer. His nervous pacing continued. 
 
Jason sat silently on the bench. He knew his youngest brother would open
up to him. He just needed time. 
 
Jeffery took another long gulp from his beer. His back was still to his
brother. 
 
"He knows about us Jason!" Jeffery sighed. His chest heaving. "Squirt
knows!" 
 
Jason's head shot up. Jeffery swung around and looked straight into his
brother's eyes. 
 
"Oh my God!" Jason nearly sobbed. His breathing became deep and irratic.
"When? How? Did you? ..." 
 
"Fuck no Jason! Give me some credit. No! I didn't tell him." 

"But how then?" Jason almost pleaded.
  
"He saw us." 
 
"When?" Jason cried. 
 
"Last week. Here in the shower stall. Before you and Sheila went on your
trip." 
 
"Fuck!" Jason exclaimed. "But he had gone out to hang around with Steven
and his friends." 
 
"Well he got bored and came on home. You and I were kind of vocal that
day if you remember, and he got curious and slipped into the garage
without us knowing and ... " 
 
"Shit!" Jason exclaimed. 
 
"Yeah, big brother. He saw that too!" 
 
"That explains why he was so withdrawn. So distant. Jeez! Fuck! He must
hate me now!" 
 
Jeffery grabbed two more beers from the fridge and handed one to his
brother. 
 
"Nope," Jeffery sighed, "there's more. Alot more." 
 
Jason stared up with disbelief. Bewildered. 
 
"More?" he gasped. 
 
"Didn't you hear him when he shot out the door to go to Steven's house?" 

"Yeah," Jason replied, "he said 'I love you Dad.' but Squirt always says
that." 
 
"Moron!" Jeffery bellowed, "that was his way of telling you, after the
fact, that he still loves you!"  

"Shit!" Jason replied, "how could he?" 
 
"Trust me," Jeffery said, "if you have to look in my eyes to prove it;
you know I can't lie with a straight face. He still loves you and adores
you. He just had to sort things out. He needed time." 
 
"How do you know all of this Jeffery?" 
 
"Squirt's always confided in me the way I have to you Jason. That day in
the shower stall, when he saw us playing, I saw him too." 
 
Jason hund his head. 
 
"After you and Sheila left I asked him about what was bothering him so
much and he told me all about his seeing us together and the effect it
had on him." 
 
"He must be devastated," Jason sobbed. 
 
"Quite the opposite big brother!" 
 
"What?" Jason gasped. 
 
"In all actuality Jason, he told me that everything we were doing turned
him on."  
"You're making this up!"  
"Have I ever been able to lie to you Jason? Or anybody for that matter?" 
 
"No," Jason whispered. "I can't ever remember you telling a lie. And
I've always respected you for that." 
 
"There's more big brother."
  
"Fuckin' more?" Jason groaned.  
"Yeah," Jeffery responded. "A helluva lot more." 

"How much more can there be Jeffery? You've given me the shock of my
life!" 
 
"I think you need another beer for this one," Jeffery uttered. 
 
"Fuck!" Jason responded. 
 
Jeffery rumaged for two more beers handing one to his bewildered
brother. 
 
"Wanna sniff my ass first?" 
 
"Don't get funny now Jeffery!" Jason hollered. 
 
Jeffery sat back down on the bench and reached for his brothers' hand.
  
"Jason," Jeffery continued, "while you and Sheila were gone ... well ...
uh ... I don't know how to say this ... but ... uh ... I'll only say
this once and if your look in my eyes ..." 

"Oh God!" Jason moaned. 
But he did as Jeffery asked. He looked into Jeffery's piercing green
eyes. 

"Squirt and I ... how do I say this big brother? ... well ... after all
he told me, confided to me .. well ... we played." 
 
"You didn't rape him or anything like that? Did you Jeffery?"  

"Fuck Jason! What do you take me for? It just happened!"  

"I didn't mean it the way it sounded. But he's my boy! My son! And I
love him!" 
 
"And you're my brother and I love you! And we've had no problems with
it. And I love Squirt!" 
 
"But ..."  
"He loves us both Jason!" 
 
"In what way Jeffery?" 
 
"Squirt wants to have sex with you. He wants to have sex with me. He
wants the three of us to have sex together!"
 
Jason reached for his beer, brought it to his lips and downed it in one
long gulp. 
 
"But he loves us both Jason and respects us. Just like how you and I
love and respect one another despite what we do in private." 

Jason searched Jeffery's eyes. There was no doubt in Jason's mind that
his kid brother was making any of this up.  

"Have you ever thought about you and Squirt in the same manner as your
and I?" Jeffery questioned his brother. 
 
"I've thought about it Jeffery but ... "
 
"What makes it any different from you and I Jason? We like it dirty and
raunchy. So too does Squirt." 

"He likes it? ... you and he did it? ... dirty and raunchy?" 
 
"That's what he saw us doing Jason. That turned him on. That's what he
wants to do with you ... with me ... with us!" 
 
"I'll have to think long and hard over this Jeffery!" Jason exclaimed.

 
"Don't take too long Jason. He's very anxious!" 
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