Date: Wed, 17 May 2023 23:24:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 16 of A Shared Heart (Copyright: all rights reserved. This story may be re-published with permission, in the current or in a proofed, edited form approved of by the author.) Hello! Disclaimer: I do *not* at all condone many of the behaviors depicted in this fantasy, seeing as they occur between adults and minors. In real life, someone who does what the adults in this story do are doing something very harmful. At times some of the adults discuss the morality of adult-minor relationships. These are solely the views of the characters themselves and they only serve the purpose of furthering the story along. There is also some material related to pregnancy by way of incest, that I also do not condone. Finally, there is a reference in this story to another of my stories, "A Mother's Infinite Love." The specific reference the character makes is entirely fictional. I do not want to receive any emails with any illegal or morally wrong material. I also do not want anything like dick pics sent to me. Thank you, hope you enjoy! Please email other responses to: jeremyreynolds1234@myyahoo.com. Reminder that Nifty needs your donations to provide these wonderful stories. Please use this link to make a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/) This story features themes of bisexual incest, with depictions of parents and their teenage children engaging in sexual behavior together. There are four main characters in this story: -Evan (13 years old), and his sister, Ashley (12 years old) -Their parents, Paul and Maggie The various chapters are from their various points of view, as indicated in each subtitle. Chapter 16: Paul After the grand revelation that night over FaceTime, practically all I could think about was my family. I would be sitting there in a very important meeting and would have images of them pop into my head, maybe of Ashley and Evan making out naked in one of their beds, or of Maggie going down on the two kids, one beside the other, or I'd have thoughts about me with any or all of them. I kept imagining myself atop my son on our bed, my cock sliding into his butt hole as he whimpered beneath me. I would be getting hard under the tables at the meetings I attended and kept having to force my attention back the best I could to whatever it was I was supposed to be doing. And the texts ... Oh god, that was hot. I had been texting Maggie, Ashley and Evan all week, but Evan and I had definitely exchanged the most texts over the course of the rest of that week. Sometimes we'd be texting really late into the night, at least late where I was, and I'd be lying there in bed touching myself as we texted each other details about what each of us had thought about each other that day (sexual things, on both ends!), about what we were both wearing (or not wearing), about how long it would take each of us to cum while masturbating that day, about where and how we were touching ourselves in the moment between texts ... I guess we'd call whatever Evan and I were doing "sexting." I came 2-3 times during our text conversations over the two days following the FaceTime call. At that point, though, I decided that we could enhance the experience this Friday, if things turned in a sexual direction after our double date with the girls, by practicing some abstinence before then: "Sweetie, I'm going to not cum again until Friday (at earliest)" I texted, and added to it the "sweat face emoji." He sent the "laughing face emoji" and replied, "Are you sure you can last that long, Daddy? Wanna make a bet? First one to jerk off has to be the first to suck cock on Friday." Ooo, he was so sexy, making a suggestion like that! "It's a bet!" I replied enthusiastically. It was hard (literally at times!) but I was able to manage to not have another orgasm over the following couple days, and now it was Friday and I was waiting for my luggage at the airport, my flight home having just arrived not long before. "Daddy!" came a voice behind me, a girl's voice. It was Ashley. I turned around and saw her running up to me, a big smile on her pretty little face. I scooped her up and gave her a big hug and kissed her on the cheek. Just as soon as I put her down, her mother, Maggie, came up, warmly greeted and then embraced me with a little kiss on the lips at the end. Finally, I beheld my son, who looked up at me so shyly, a sweet smile on his handsome face. "Hey, Dad," he said softly. I went to him and gave him a long, close hug, caressing him on his back with my hands. As we parted, I leaned down and kissed him on his cheek, as I had done his sister, but I kissed him closer to the mouth. As I did so, I felt a familiar twitching in my groin. The three of them were nicely dressed, but casual all the same. Ashley looked really cute in a neon pink short-sleeve and mesh crop top, paired with black yoga pants. Maggie wore a light purple tank top with tight jeans (her butt always looked so good in jeans!), while Evan wore a plain red T-shirt and some Navy chino pants. I had my blue suit on, though I had loosened up my stripped blue tie. Once I got my luggage we all went out to the car and got in, with me taking over the driving from my wife. I drove us out of the airport and a few minutes later we were in the drive-thru at a burger joint we liked nearby. It was lunchtime and I, for one was hungry. We ate as we drove the rest of the way home, and as we all talked about how our weeks had gone and how my trip had been, how the flight went, and so on. We didn't talk about any of the really amazing things going on, all the recent developments in the family, though there was definitely a kind of "feeling" in the air, floating around us no matter what topic we were on. It was a kind of "chemistry" making our jokes more flirtatious, our gazes more meaningful, our tones more tender and affectionate ... There was certainly a kind of under-current to all of our interactions now, and maybe that would always be the case after all we'd been through recently. We got home and unloaded the car. As soon as we got inside, we all went to the kitchen and stood in a circle, leaning with our backs and butts against the counters. I decided it was time we confirmed our plans for tonight: "So ... do you all still want to, um, do our double date tonight?" I asked. Mom and Ashley looked at each other, their lips cracking open in little smiles. Then they looked over at Evan, who was looking at me with a really bashful smile. Finally, Maggie replied, "We do still want to do that, if you do, sweetheart." "I do ..." I said, feeling that twitch in my crotch again. "Should we ... plan on a certain time?" "Ashley and I are making dinner, and I'll be getting everything else set up," Maggie answered. "And I think we'll have everything ready by about 6pm, if that works for everyone." "Works for me," I said. "Same," Evan chimed in. "And I'll be helping Evan with his, um, make-up and things," Ashley said. She reached out and took her brother by the hand. "Evan's been practicing ... We also got him something of his own, to wear tonight ..." She looked up at me and added, "I think you'll really like it." "By the way, I've decided to start growing my hair out more again, like I used to have it," Evan explained, running his hand through his thick blonde hair. It was already pretty long, hanging down a part of his forehead, but he had had it a lot longer a couple years ago, at a level where from behind some people thought he was Ashley or another little girl. I liked the idea of him getting that hair back, of course, since it had been so luscious and beautiful, like his mother's and Ashley's in almost every respect. "Okay, and Daddy, we don't want you to do anything to help us today," Ashley said. "You just rest and get yourself ready. We know you've had a long week and we want you to be rested up when we're all together later. Okay?" "Okay," I said, happily accepting their offer to rest since yes, it had been a long day. "I think maybe I'll take a nap then, after I shower." "Great idea," Maggie said. With that, we all parted and I went upstairs, showered off, and went to the bed where I slept naked beneath the sheets. I had some weird dreams but thankfully nothing sexual, which might have been bad since it might have induced an orgasm, something I was trying not to do at this time (per my agreement with Evan). I woke up a few hours later feeling refreshed, which was a relief since sometimes when I napped I'd wake up feeling groggy. I made the bed and went to the closet to pick something out for tonight. I debated in my head what I should put on. I started with some sexy underwear, a skimpy black thong that made my butt look so amazing. I had delicately but thoroughly shaved myself, my whole body, including around my crotch and butt, this morning in Toronto before my flight. I started getting hard as soon as I put it on! For outside wear, I ended up going with a really stylish short sleeve button down shirt and some khaki pants. The shirt was white and had little multi-colored flowers all over it. I put on some nice but casual brown dress shoes and then went to the bathroom to fix my hair and to spray a little cologne on me. It was about 5:30pm, so I assumed everyone else must almost be ready. I headed downstairs and heard some light music coming from the kitchen. I peeked in and saw Ashley and her mother in matching aprons, still in their casual clothes, doing some things with pots and pans over the stove. They turned and saw me and Ashley said, "Oh, wow, Daddy! You look really handsome in that!" "Thank you," I said, feeling flattered. "We're almost done in here with the food," Maggie said. "Then we'll have to head up to take our showers and get dressed and everything, and get some other stuff ready upstairs. Ashley also has to finish helping Evan get ready--he's taking his shower right now as we speak, or might have just gotten out." "It will probably be more like 7, Daddy," Ashley explained, looking at her mother. "That okay? We are going to put the food in the oven on low until then, so it will be warm when we're ready. We already set up the dining room, so that's all we have to worry about, pretty much." "That's fine!" I said, just feeling grateful for everything. "Maybe I'll go and wait out on the porch, and you guys can just come and get me whenever you're ready." They liked that idea, so I went out to our front porch and sat in a double-wide, wooden swing chair, watching passers-by whenever they happened to come into view out on the sidewalk or road in front of our house. As I sat there, I found myself growing more and more ... excited? Or maybe it was excitement mixed in with a lot of nervousness? In any case, I felt my palms getting a little sweaty and I caught myself fidgeting a bit in the seat. I kept thinking about how things would go tonight, especially with Evan. I mean, it was one thing to have a texting or "sexting" type interaction with someone, where there's this huge distance (literally in our case) between us, and maybe there's something more abstract about everything. It was quite another to be with each other doing such things in person, in real life, in the concrete. Would I, or could I, even actually do anything? I had never really acted on any of my fantasies, which I also usually kept totally secret, so it felt weird to think I might get to act on them tonight. I also wondered if Evan felt the same way tonight, if he, too, wondered whether he could take things further himself. "Daddy, we're ready," came Ashley's voice from the now cracked open front door behind me. "Okay, coming!" I said. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves, and then stood up and made my way to the door. I opened it and stepped inside. It was dim, the main lights having been turned off--and because it was also getting darker outside, too, seeing as sunset was minutes away. There were some lamps on, however, so it was clear enough to see my way around. I walked slowly down the hall toward the dining room where I heard some very smooth jazz instrumental music playing. I turned into that room and in the lamplight--and, in this room, candle light--I beheld a tasteful, romantic dinner scene. The table was spread thoughtfully, two sets of plates and utensils on each side, with napkins. There were wine glasses to the top right of each place setting and bottles of open champagne were resting in ice baths nearby. The spaghetti was laid out in dishes and two long candles were burning brightly in the middle of everything, casting nice little shadows all around. Maggie and Ashley were in the room, standing off to the side, ready to greet me. They both looked stunning, their long blonde hair having been made up so fashionably off their shoulders and their faces having been beautified with lipstick, blush and mascara. Ashley wore a little blue dress whose hem rode far up her thighs, while up top it hung off her upper arms by means of off-shoulder sleeves. Her breasts were nicely framed, pushed up and together either by whatever bra she wore or because of the dress. Her mother, who had put her arm around her daughter's waist, was wearing a mostly traditional "little black dress" except that it was styled after a corset up top, with black straps holding everything up. She, too, had cleavage, massive cleavage created by both the dynamics of the dress and of course just because her boobs happened to be so much larger than her daughter's. She wore a blue gem and gold necklace I had bought her years before and she had on some lovely silver earrings, with little shiny gems, also blue, while her daughter wore golden loops on her ears. Both wore high heels, making their legs look so amazing. I gazed at them for a moment, lustfully taking them both in, impressed with their beauty and the sexiness they displayed in every detail and in every one of their looks in my direction or in each other's. I briefly imagined what it would be like to take them both in my arms, one on each side, and to bend down to kiss each of them and then watch as they kissed each other ... I felt myself beginning to grow hard again. "Wow, you two look so ... good," I said, taking a deep breath. "Stunning, actually. Whew!" "Thanks, honey," Maggie said. She and Ashley came up and gave me hugs, one at a time, and Maggie and I kissed. "Where's Evan?" I asked. "I'm here, Dad," he said behind me. I turned around and saw my 13 year old son as I had never seen him before (in person, that is!). He wore a dress of his own, a strapless mini dress that rode up high on his legs and flared out nicely in back and that did a wonderful job of creating what cleavage it could up on his smooth chest. It was red and shimmery. He, too, had put on make-up: some hot, bright red lipstick, to match the dress, and some dark mascara and a little eyeliner along with a little pink blush on his cheeks. He also wore earrings somehow, maybe ones that didn't require a piercing. They were little gold circles with pink gems in the middle. His hair had been done as nicely as it could, having been brushed to the side in a way that complimented his face so nicely. Below, on his feet he wore some high-ish heels of his own, not as high as those the others wore, probably because he was inexperienced wearing them. To say that he was beautiful would be an understatement! He was absolutely radiant, seeming like a goddess from some higher plane at this moment. He literally seemed to have a kind of "glow" about him, coming from those big blue eyes of his, his pretty, shy, little smile, his lovely smooth skin, his toned muscles, his long legs ... I felt my breath being taken away, and I could hardly think of anything to say. "What do you think of him, Daddy?" Ashley asked, reaching her arm around my back and coming up next to me. "I ... I, uh ... Wow." That was all I could get out right then. "That means he thinks you look great, sweetie," Maggie said to Evan, causing him to blush and bat his eyes. "You ..." I started, "Evan, you're ... I can't describe how good you look right now. I am ... so happy, seeing you like this ..." "It makes me happy too, Daddy," he said. "I've hidden this ... part of me for long time." He walked up to me and the two of us met in an embrace. I put my hands on his hips and he put his up over my shoulders, his hands clasped around my neck. He leaned his head in against my chest and I heard him swallowing hard. I felt something else, too, just then as we hugged ... It was my erect penis, touching what must have been his. Both of us seemed to be fully hard at the moment. We were probably leaking as well. "Are you all hungry?" Maggie asked now, gesturing to the food. We all sat down, Maggie and Evan on one side and Ashley and me on the other, with me across from my date, Evan, and Ashley across from hers, Maggie. Before we began eating, Maggie stood up and grabbed a bottle of champagne, asking, "Who would like some? It's okay if you want some too, Ashley and Evan." We all said we'd take some, so she poured a little in each of our glasses, less in the teenagers'. We ate and drank as we talked, most of it being "small talk" at first. The food was delicious, the spaghetti and meatballs, the sauce, and the garlic bread. The drink was refreshing and I at least was getting a bit of a buzz from it, and the conversation was steadily veering away from the "small talk" toward other, more interesting topics. "So ... can I ask, um, about how your week went? I mean, what you've been up to ... sexually?" I asked. I think the champagne was helping me feel less inhibited and perhaps it would have the same effect on them. The three of them smiled at each other, and then back at me. Maggie said, "Well, Evan told us about you two saying you wanted to ... take a break, from anything like that for a couple days ... We all decided that would be an interesting thing to do. So we actually haven't done ... well, very much together since that night we FaceTimed you. Ashley and me took a shower together that night after we got off the call with you, and we ... had a good time together. Other than that, though, not much." Ashley smiled over at her Mom and seemed to be blowing her a little kiss. She then looked over at her brother and said, "Evan and I have been kissing a lot this week, but other than that, nothing much on our end either." As she said this, Evan blushed. She continued, "He is a really good kisser, Daddy ... Anyway, I have heard that you two have had some interesting text conversations." She turned toward me and smiled mischievously, and then smiled and winked over at her brother who blushed enormously. "Yeah, it's been an interesting week, that's for sure," I said, gazing at my date on the other side of the table. "I feel like ... I've only just begun to see under the tip of the iceberg. I mean that there seems to be so much about you, Evan, that I didn't know and I'm ... really enjoying this process of ... I guess discovery." "I know what you mean, Daddy," Ashley said. "I have been reading Evan's stories and he is so smart and has such deep feelings. He is such an intelligent and emotionally rich human being, really. When he tells me he's in love with me ..." She paused to look him in the eyes, seeming more serious. "... I know there's so much deep emotion there, in the words." "It's true," Evan said. He turned to me and added, "I have been in love with Ashley for a long time now, but I'm starting to think that ... I can fall in love with more than one person, maybe ..." He looked at me, at Ashley, at Maggie, then back and me and said, "I think I'm falling for each of you, if that's possible. It's not just a ... sexual thing. There's something more there." "I feel it too," Ashley said, looking at each of us in turn, herself. "There's this mysterious thing pulling me toward all of you. I think it's something about being family, but I don't know." She turned her head to look at me, and slid her hand over to my thigh, saying, "Daddy, I think I'm starting to feel ... pulled to you, too ... but not sure." I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth, just one time, and reached out and ran my fingers down her lovely cheek. I said, "That ... means so much to me, sweetie. I agree, too, that there is something happening." I turned to look at Maggie and Evan, and continued, "This is ... so good for us, somehow, for each of us and for our family as a whole. I know that others will say we're wrong to ... love each other, as we seem to want to do, but they just wouldn't understand without being in a similar situation." That reminded me of something else I felt I needed to say, before anything else happened: "I don't know where all this will lead us, but in any case I think it's best that we keep all this to ourselves, just since others might think we're doing something wrong, or illegal, and they'll do things that could hurt all of us. Does that make sense?" "Of course, Daddy," Ashley said, chuckling. "We're not that dumb! We know that adults aren't supposed to be with kids. We won't tell anyone." "We also want to make sure you two know that this all--whatever it will be--depends on whether you consent or not," Maggie added. "If any of us feels like we don't feel comfortable with anything, let's say you can just say so at any time and we'll not do that, okay?" "Deal," Ashley said. "Okay," Evan added. We continued to eat until we were all satisfied or satisfied enough. I was consciously deciding not to eat too much myself, and I suspect they were as well. We talked about other things like when and where we might go on a trip together, possibly to Redwood Lakes State Park on an upcoming weekend, in the RV. We talked about doing things like having a campfire this time and telling each other scary stories around it and doing s'mores later. Ashley and Maggie suggested we try to make some special s'mores this time using different combinations of cookies and chocolate and whatnot. With dinner concluded, we all got up and moved to the TV room where Scrabble was laid out on the ottoman in front of the couch, the same where the three of them had FaceTimed me a few days before. We all sat down next to each other very closely, so that all our legs and hips were touching. Evan was to my right and I had my arm around his back, and Ashley was on my left with Maggie on her other side, with her own arm around her daughter. We put our champagne glasses on the side tables and would sip from them from time to time. Whenever any of us was putting down a new word that person would be leaning forward a bit to lay the tiles. The game, whose rules we had adapted so that only "dirty" words were allowed, started off with a bang: Ashley spelled out "C-O-C-K-S" using the initial tile in the center. Maggie went next, making "C-U-M" with the "C," and Evan went third and wrote out "C-U-T," using the "U" in the prior word. When we asked how that was dirty he told us, "Cut, as in, circumcised." We all laughed, and I felt astonished again about how intelligent he was at such a young age! The game went on like this, and as it did so, I noticed that all of us were finding little opportunities to touch and hold each other and to exchange flirty words and jokes with each other as we went. I think the game was definitely encouraging us to be a lot less inhibited, due to its whole subject matter. The champagne might have been helping as well. In addition to putting my arm around his back, and gently rubbing Evan's side or running my fingernails over the exposed part of his back, I began to also put my hand on his thigh below the hem of the short little dress. He likewise began touching me, more and more, at one point holding the hand of the arm I had draped around him, with both of his, and another point placing his own hand on my thigh very close to my groin. All this time, as we played, I remained hard, and, from the looks of it, so did my son. Precum was starting to form little puddles on the fabric of my pants where it was most tented, and I saw that he already had a large dark spot on the bump in his lap. After a little while, I felt comfortable enough to lean over and kiss his cheek, which I did several times. Ashley and her mother were the same way but they seemed to be much closer already. A few times they openly kissed each other on the lips, something which turned me on a lot. I suspect it did for Evan too since every time they did he seemed to lose his breath a tiny bit. "And my last word is ... 'Sperm!'" I exclaimed, placing my tiles down. "By my calculations, I win by ... 15 points!" "Good job, Daddy," Evan said, his hand on my thigh again. "You deserve a kiss for that." "I think he does," Maggie said. She held Ashley so that she was leaning back into her, Ashley's back against her mother's breasts. Maggie's hand was laying on Ashley's hip, on her side closest to me. "Don't you agree, sweetie pie?" That was a question directed at her daughter. "I think a kiss is always a good idea, Mommy," Ashley said. Evan and I watched as Ashley half-turned toward Maggie, put her hand on Maggie's thigh, and leaned in to kiss her on the lips. This time though the kissed lasted a good 20-30 seconds and involved some tongue as far as I could tell. They smiled at each other prettily afterward and looked back at us. Evan and I turned toward each other, I pulling him in with my hand at his hip and my other hand on his thigh, he with both of his hands clasped on my thigh, his knuckles lightly brushing against the bump on my pants as he moved. He looked at me so sweetly and shyly, his eyes seeming so tender and affectionate with a hint of nervousness still in them and definitely excitement. "You ready for this?" I asked, rubbing his thigh gently. He nodded and said, "Yes, Daddy." I leaned in toward him and he into me and our lips touched, the second time they had ever done that. Our kiss morphed into something very sensual very quickly. We were already beginning to suck on each other's lips and swap saliva, and before this little kissing session had ended I felt his tongue slipping into my mouth and I responded in turn, sticking my tongue far into his. We pulled apart, looked at each other for a moment and then he stuck out his tongue again and gently licked my lips. "Aww, that was cute," Maggie said. "Yeah it was. You went straight to make-out kisses!" Ashley added, giggling. Maggie now had her arms wrapped around Ashley, her arms folded up under her breasts. "Okay, well ... massages?" Maggie asked us. She turned to look at each of us as we nodded our approval. "Great. We set up the stuff for everyone already. You two will be in Evan's room and we will be in Ashley's. Take as much time as you want ... We can text each other if we all want to hang out again after. That work?" It did, for all of us, so Maggie led Ashley and I led Evan, each of us leading by the hand, as we all four of us made our ways upstairs to the bedrooms. They went to Ashley's and closed the door, and we went to Evan's. Wow, they really had gone to a lot of effort to get this all set up! They had removed all the bedding from Evan's bed and had laid out some heavy towels on it. They had also moved it so that it was in the center of the room where you could get around it on every side. There was a little nightstand nearby where they had put some candles, a lighter, a speaker, and a few different kinds of oils as well as some smaller hand towels. On the dresser, they had put two bowls one of which seemed to have soapy water and the other clear water, for rinsing. They had created some really nice dim lighting as well via strategic use of lamps. "Wow, this is nice!" I said, looking back at Evan. "Did you help with any of this?" "Not too much, no," he answered. "But I knew kind of what they were doing. They also had me set up a twin-sized air mattress for myself to sleep on tonight. It's stuffed under my bed ..." I briefly wondered if he would actually need to use that air mattress tonight ... "Let's get some of the candles going," I said, heading to the table and beginning to light them. "What do you want to listen to?" "Hmm ... something kind of ... groovy, maybe?" he suggested. "I'm okay with lyrics as long as it's kind of low-key." "Same," I agreed. I thought for a moment and then came up with something: "What about Sade? Have you ever listened to her? Mom and I really like her, especially when we're in a ... fun mood." I winked at him and he blushed. He agreed, so I connected to the speaker and went into my music streaming service and found a large compilation of Sade's best songs. I hit the "play" button and the room was filled with Sade's sultry voice singing the song, "Your Love Is King." I adjusted the volume so that it wasn't too loud and then turned back to Evan. "Well, who wants to go first?" I asked, making my way toward him. I placed my hands on his hips and he placed his on my arms, and we kind of rocked a bit together with the music. I looked down into his eyes, seeing that they were gazing at me with what must have been unveiled sexual interest, seeming a bit intoxicated and not just from the champagne. I sure felt that way about him. "I don't care, Daddy ... either way," he said. I leaned down and kissed his lips, enjoying hearing the smack afterward, standing out from the sensual music surrounding us. Below us, our erect penises pressed against each other through my pants and his dress. "How about we both get naked first?" I suggested. "What if ... we do little stripteases for each other?" "How about you go first, Daddy?" he asked, smiling at me. "Sure, baby ..." He went and sat down on the bed, and then just smiled up at me, his hands propping him up at his sides. I came up to him and began moving my hips in front of him as smoothly and seductively as I could, and he smiled more brightly, tenderly amused by my efforts. I slowly began unbuttoning my top, one button at a time, until it was open so that he could peer in to see my shaved chest. I prided myself on my chest, in particular. I had worked on it at the gym for a long while and had developed strong abs and pecs. I pulled the shirt off, allowing it to fall to the floor behind me. "You're so muscular, Daddy," Evan said, giving my torso a good once-over. "You look so ... tight." "Thanks, sweetie," I said, blushing this time. "I try." Next, I kicked off my shoes and pulled my socks away from my feet and then stood up again in front of him and began to unbuckle my belt. That done, I unbuttoned my pants and pulled my zipper down. I held the top of the pants and slowly pushed them down over my thighs and knees and let them drop to my feet. I kicked them away. Now I was standing there in front of him in only my black thong ... My cock had pushed the front pouch out so far that from above I could see where it met the rest of my body. The inside of the pouch must have been super slick from my precum. The waistband of the thong was pencil thin and the back was practically just a string between my cheeks. I leaned forward a bit until my penis was pointing at his face, on a level with his mouth. I rocked my hips so that it swayed back and forth in front of him. He looked at it, biting his lip, following it with his eyes from side to side. "Hey baby," I said softly, as his eyes came up to meet mine again. "See how hard you're making Daddy?" "Uh huh, I do," he said, looking back at the jutting appendage. I slipped my fingers into the small waistband, tugged and pulled at it for a moment playfully, and then I slid it down until it reached my shaft at which point I stretched it out and pulled it over myself. I slid the thong down to my feet, bending slightly, and then kicked it off as I had done with my pants a couple minutes earlier. I stood back up, my hands on his hips, and watched my son as he stared straight at my completely shaved, circumcised cock. Its glans was big and had swelled up and there were a couple large veins on my shaft. Below, my balls hung heavily and swayed back and forth with the rest of me as I moved my hips with the music. "That made you, sweetheart," I said softly, smiling down at him. "I know," he said, looking from it to my eyes, then back again to it. He seemed mesmerized by my movements and looked so eager to touch me. "You see how I'm leaking for you, baby?" I asked. I slid my finger down over the tip of my glans and pulled away a gooey string of my precum. I had meant for him to smell it, when I held out my finger, but to my surprise he stuck out his tongue and licked it off my finger. That was hot ... "My turn?" he asked then. We switched places, me sitting on the bed and he standing in front of me. He didn't immediately start stripping. Instead, he seemed to want to do a kind of brief "lap dance" for me. He swayed his hips, that wet bump in his dress moving right along with them from side to side. He hovered above my lap, his cock bumping against my chest a couple times. He descended a few times so that my cock slid up under his dress, between his thighs. I was about to reach out and put my hands on his hips but decided to let him do his thing. He stepped back and first removed his high heels, one at a time, and threw them toward the dresser. Then he took the bottom of his dress and began slowly pulling it up his body until he had it up around his head and was able to pull it off completely. As he did all this, more of his body came into view. I was pleased to see that he, too, had went with a thong, probably something Maggie had bought him along with his outfit. As I had been, he too was straining against the thong's pouch, his smaller (though still large, for his age and size) penis pushing the whole thing away from the rest of his body. Up top, he had donned a silky black strapless push up bra which created the illusion of cleavage very effectively. From the looks of it he had either shaved also or he was naturally mostly "hairless." I wondered if he had thought to shave himself "down there," too. I would find out soon enough! "I love your body," I said, taking him in from top to bottom. "You're so beautiful, Evan." "Thanks, Daddy," he said. Next he reached back behind himself and unclasped the back of the bra, and that fell off of him and went down to the floor. Of course he didn't have breasts but his pecs were on the softer and fuller size, for a boy, and his nipples were larger than usual as well, at least larger than I had seen on other men. I had, of course, been around him while we'd been out at the beach or swimming and what not, so I had noticed all this before. At last came the finale: he slid his hands under the thin waistband and pushed the thong down over his penis, down his legs, and then allowed it to fall to his feet, at which point he stepped out of them and stood back up straight. He was now standing there in front of me, totally naked. I looked him over and paid special attention to that beautiful, young cock of his. He, too, was circumcised and, as I was delighted to observe, he was also smooth! He had shaved (or waxed?) himself so that he looked especially young, younger than even his 13 years. His glans was also large, seeming to be straining against its skin, and, like mine, it was oozing precum, a small drop of it forming on the tip. His balls hung tight in his sack below his shaft, one ball lower than the other. "You have such a cute cock, sweetheart," I said, smiling at it and then up at him. "I love that you shaved yourself!" "Mommy said that you would like that," he replied. "She said it would make me seem like I was younger, like a really little boy." "She knew what I like," I agreed. "I used to love bathing you and your sister, especially you. Did I tell you about that time I touched both of you more ... intimately? I loved holding your little penis and playing with your balls. I got so hard that night and was leaking so much precum. Afterward I jerked off imagining myself with you. I imagined myself sticking my cock into you, fucking you ..." "Your fantasy may be realized, Daddy," he said, rocking back and forth playfully. "So, do you want to go first, or should I?" I asked. "Can I?" "Of course, cutie." I stood up and, before he could get down on the bed, I took him by the hips and slowly leaned into him until I could feel my cock sliding against his. I pulled my waist back a little until I could tell that our glans were touching directly, our tips "kissing," precum being squeezed between. I lowered my face to his and we kissed, my lips massaging his and his tongue darting out and touching the tip of mine. I pushed in closer again, toward him, feeling the side of my cock sliding against his all the way down to the root. I let him go and watched as he got up onto his bed. He looked up at me for a moment, seeming slightly nervous all of a sudden, and asked, "Back, or front, or ... ?" "Back first," I said. He nodded and then turned around and laid out so that his face was against a pillow up top and his whole backside was in view. Speaking of backside, his butt looked so good at this angle and in this dim light. It was perfectly formed, looking more like a girl's or petite woman's butt than a guy's at the moment. It was big for his size and bubble shaped, his cheeks looking so white and round. "Okay, sweetie, I'm going to first squeeze some of the oil on you, okay?" "Okay, Daddy," he said, his voice muffled by the pillow. He had his head turned though, so that he could see me, at least at this angle. I took the bottle of massage oil and squeezed some of it down onto him, a few drops of it here and there across his back, butt and legs. I leaned over him and placed my hands down over one of the spots of oil. I spread it over his skin, pressing into the muscles in his back, slipping and sliding my way further down toward the small of his back. I massaged him up there for a bit, digging more or less deeply into his tissues, trying to focus on any knots I found. "Mmm, that feels good," Evan said. "I'm glad," I said. Next, I went down to his legs, spread the oil, and massaged his calves and the backside of his thighs. I knew a few tricks for massaging these areas, so I applied them generously and elicited a couple little "Mmm"'s from my son in the process. Then there was his butt, those beautiful round mounds sticking up from the rest of him. I brought my hands down upon the oil spots and slowly and firmly spread the oil onto each of his cheeks, loving how soft and bouncy he was as I gently squeezed and pinched each of the two globes. I grasped each of them at one point and pulled them apart so that I could look down into his crack. I saw it then, his anus, looking so small and pink in this lighting. I slipped my wet fingers down into that crack and felt my fingertips grazing that butt hole of his. "That feels so nice, Daddy," Evan said. "I can lay here all day with you doing that to me ..." He turned around when I finished with his butt so that now he was on his back, arms at his sides, with that cute cock of his pointing straight up at the ceiling, his balls bunched up beneath. I again squeezed drops of the oil up and down his body and then began to massage him first on his chest, including on and around those soft "breasts" of his, my fingers sliding over his nipples and feeling them harden. I massaged his sides and stomach, though he laughed a little when I touched his stomach and said that he was kind of ticklish there. I did his arms next, deeply massaging the tissues of his biceps and fore-arms and hands. Legs followed, and then all that was left was his cock ... "I'm going to massage you here, now," I said, and brought my hands down upon one of the oil spots I had placed on his balls. I spread the oil over him, starting with those balls of his, feeling each one, rolling them between my fingers. I then grasped his cock, spreading the oil over the skin of his shaft, squeezing him as I went. I spread it over his glans and pinched him around the tip somewhat firmly. I used both hands to squeeze everything together a few times. All this time he was staring up at me, sometimes looking over at my cock (which was dripping precum down onto him, so that it was even mixing with the oil) and sometimes up into my eyes. I leaned down, still holding and squeezing his cock, and kissed him on the lips. We continued to kiss as I continued to massage his penis. "Daddy, that is incredible," he said, after we had let up from kissing. "If we keep going, I'm going to cum ..." "That means it's my turn," I said, smiling mischievously. He got up and stood next to the bed, and I got down onto it to take his place. He followed my example and squirted the oil onto me, then began to massage me on my back, legs, then butt. Yet he did something different, something that I would consider inspired: he took hold of his penis and used it to spread the oil around my butt, pushing the head of that cock of his into each of my cheeks, and then at one point down between them into my crack. It felt so good and I was so, so incredibly turned on by it that I wondered if I could last until I was supposed to flip over. Little did I know how things would go, though, when I finally did! "I'm ready for you to turn over, Daddy," he said. I obeyed, and was now on my back staring up at him from below. He squeezed the oil on me, as before, but he also got up on the bed, kneeling, and put one of his legs around mine so that he could straddle my thighs. It was so hot, seeing him kneeling like that above me, myself between his legs, his cock pointing at my face, mine pointing up at his ... "Is this okay?" he asked, looking unsure for a moment. "Oh my god, yes ..." I said, nodding profusely. He smiled and then began to massage my front, sliding his oiled hands over my chest, firmly squeezing my pecs and around my nipples, deeply pressing into the tissues of my arms, side, and stomach, all the while his cock moving around with him as he leaned down and went from one of my sides to the other. That part of my front done, he turned around, still straddling me on his knees, and massaged my legs all the way down to my feet. Once he had finished with that, he again turned around, straddling my thighs a bit lower down now, and began to touch my cock. I watched, fascinated, as his hands and their fingers explored my genitals, including my glans, shaft and balls. He caressed and pressed me all over, sometimes more firmly and sometimes less, at times massaging and at other times seeming to just enjoy touching me, feeling my hardness, wanting to squeeze my balls with his fingers and against his palms. Then he did that oh-so-inspired thing again: he held his penis, still slick with oil, and brought it down to mine and started to massage me with it. He slid it all over my shaft, glans, against my balls. He pushed us together firmly, squeezed both shafts in his hands a couple times, and slid our balls together. All of this was putting me over the edge! I couldn't help but reach out and grab him at his hips. "Oh, Evan, sweetheart ..." I said in a half-moan. "I'm going to cum if you keep this going, my baby boy ..." "I want to make you cum, Daddy," he said, taking both of our cocks and holding them together in his hand, pressing them against each other in rhythmic motions. This went on for a couple more minutes, and both of us started to breathe more rapidly and to stare more lustily at each other's body's and into each other's eyes. He started to moan with every one of the cock-to-cock squeezes that he was accomplishing below. "Ohhhh, Daddy, I'm close ...!" he said, as he began to squeeze again. This time, though, it happened: he reached climax! I could feel his cock convulsing against mine and begin pumping out his cum. He was facing me, so I watched as globs of it squirted out onto my lower stomach. That set me over the edge too, seeing that. I grunted loudly and felt my cock come alive against his and against his hand that held the two of us together, and I saw strings of my cum shooting out against him, much of it landing up against his butt since it was aimed in that direction. He collapsed onto me and we kissed and slid our bodies together, his on top of mine, my hands sliding down his back to his butt, which I grasped and squeezed wildly. Our kissing was so intense, wet and sensual, with our tongues clashing, our saliva being swapped, our lips colliding into a mutual massage. I was delirious, practically! We lay there on his bed after we got back to ourselves a bit, he against my side with my arm around him. We started to catch our breath and inhale and exhale more regularly again. I, at least, was basking in the post-orgasmic bliss. I felt so ... in love with him then. Yes, it was love, romantic love, a love that transcended our father and son relationship and that knew no bounds. I decided to tell him about how I was feeling: "Evan, that was ..." I started. "That was so beautiful, what we just shared together ... I feel myself truly, deeply, fully, infinitely falling in love with you, sweetheart. I'm still in love with your mom, so in love with her, but I'm feeling myself ... expanding a lot. I'm ... head over heels with you, too, somehow ..." Evan looked up at me, smiling, and said, "Me too, Daddy. I'm still in love with Ashley. She and I seem to have something special, to us, and I'm starting to feel that way about Mom, too. But as you said, I'm also expanding, my love is growing a lot, so much, in fact ... I'm falling so in love with you too, Daddy. And I've actually never felt closer to anyone in my life than I feel with you right in this moment, Ashley and Mom included. This is all so confusing, I know, but ... it's magical, something so amazing and wonderful." "I agree, babe," I said, craning my head down to kiss him on the lips again. We lay like that for a long time, holding and caressing each other so affectionately, before we decided to hit up the showers and start figuring out what we wanted to do as far as going to bed later. I looked over at my phone and saw that Maggie had texted us saying that she and Ashley were wanting to use the bathtub in our bathroom. I texted back saying that that was okay with us and that if they wanted to they could sleep in our room while Evan and I slept in his. It didn't seem like it would be that much work to set up his bed again and I could sleep on the air mattress ... unless of course he thought we both could fit on the bed. I mean, we were right now already, weren't we?