Date: Wed, 5 Apr 2023 22:44:52 +0000 (UTC) From: "mjblackheart19@yahoo.com" Subject: Bisexual/ incest/ Brother's Delight part 10 Brother's Delight part 10By M.J. BLACKHEART DISCLAIMER: IF THIS CONTENT IS ILLEGAL OR OFFENSIVE THEN DON'T READ IT. ITS FICTION. DONATE TO NIFTY IF YOU CAN. LINKS ON HOME PAGE. I looked down at the pile of papers in front of me in shock. I had been going through the box of paper's and letters from Beck's late mother from back in Maine. My head tried to wrap my head around the oddities that I was reading. Mostly letters between two people that missed eachother. But the little clues. Tommy B, had been a salesman. He lived in Marion, Ohio with a wife. He had met Becky's mom on a sales trip, through Lewiston, Maine. According to the letters he had known the captivating young lady had gotten pregnant, and had offered to send money, however Beck's mom (the captivating lady) had pled for him to leave his wife for her and her baby. He had told her in one letter that his wife too wasmmm pregnant, and that he was stuck. The letters had stopped for awhile, but he had eventually started back up, and had apparently had a son, whom he named Michael. He had also mentioned he was working for Kirby Sweepers., and hoped to visit soon. She had told him not to as she was then married. He then mentioned his In Laws had just bought a farm, and that after everyone was settled in to the "Patterson House" he was planning to head up to New York, Boston, and Bangor. Again she told him not to visit. From then on there was only a couple of letters about general day to day life. He did seem to want to know Becky, and didn't see why he couldn't. Then he had left his wife and was moving with a friend in Mansfield. Then they stopped. I felt sick. I needed a drink. I didnt knowcif i should tell Becky what I thought I knew, or just go on as normal. But Beck had read the letters. Did she know too? The mention of that farm sealed it for me. I had had a weird feeling about this Tommy B ever since Becky had mentioned these letters. NOW I was sure of it. Tommy B and Thomas Blake was the same guy. He has told his mistress about his son, me. He has told her about this very farm. The date on the letter was 2 weeks before my 5th birthday, and that added up. He had left not long after. I knew my father had been a salesman, but not what, though I knew Gran knew, but I was sure. I didn't need to ask her. I was positive I had married my half sister and we now would be having a baby. How many times had Beck and I fucked since she read the letters? What were the odds. Of all the girls to meet and fall in love with at OSU. My own secret sister. Also after all these years, what was the odds that he still lived, or someone that knew him lived at that address? Should I hire someone (a gum shoe, as they used to say on CARMON SAN DIEGO,) to track him down, or just leave it alone? I was alone at the farm house on a Saturday evening. Becky had taken the boys, and Billy, along with the Stewart boys and their mom Carrie to the movies to watch the new JOHN WICK 4. I looked at my cell and thought of texting her, but I decided not to. Mostly because I wasn't sure what to day, and it was the movies. People didn't need to be on their phones there. I stood from the desk and went to the side board below the window. I decided I needed that drink even more and pored a tumbler of straight Jack., double shot at least. I took a long pull on it as I looked out the window on the back yard. The new Barn. The distant Pines, and the path to the old Barn beyond. If I was ever disturbed about Brandon and Colt doing what I had found them doing in that barn I had already been doing the same. I had joined the boys, and their friends over the last few months and I had enjoyed everything even though I had had reservations about what I was doing. At least it was bad according to the church I had been raised going to most Sundays as a kid. I had however been Fucking my sister the way these brothers, or the Stewart boys had been fucking eachother. That didn't bother me, since, as I had once told the boys, "boys will be boys", and laughed. I took another long pull of the Booze, and looked at the phone again. Should I call? What would Tommy think if he knew his children from two different women had gotten hooked up and that he was now going to be the biological grandfather of an incest baby. What would Gran think, or anybody else if they ever found out. I couldn't deal with this now. I couldn't talk to our so called dad since he was long gone, but I needed to talk to somebody. I needed to talk to Beck, but should I? Fuck who could I ever talk about this with that wouldn't think I was a freak? I drained my glass and pored another. I picked up my phone and dialed. *************************************************** "Hey Man? What's up? Congrats on the baby?" Calvin Wilson smiled as he let me into his trailer. "When's it due?" "November ninteeth is the estimate," I pause and look at him seriously. "Man, I know we don't hang out much but we've been buds for a very long time and I didn't really know who to call." I gave Cal a bro hug and as I stepped into his living room he went around the small island into his kitchen to grab a couple buds out the fridge. "I smell Jack man, figure you could use this. What's up Bro? You can talk to me or come hang out anytime." He handed me a bottle and plopped into his recliner as I sat on the beat up sofa. His TV was on, muted. Cal loved his STAR WARS. I glanced at the screen, took a swig of beer and sighed as I looked at Cal. He was in an old ratty pair of red Rebox shorts. His upper body was in good shape, big purple pink nips hidden in a nest of tangles that thinned as it went down his belly and vanished into his waist band. Fuck was that his dick head or a nut peaking out the leg? Cal was a big meaty galute, and we had been friends since elementary school. I had always thought he was a good lookin dude, but never really thought about him in thar way even when we had shared an occation girl back in school. We had of course razed eachother with gay accusations, bag tags, even a couple mutual jerk sessions over the years, so I had seen his dick soft and hard plenty. Now it bothered me, and I took another swallow of beer trying to look away. "Dude this is kinda serious shit, promis this is just between us." I said shakily as I looked into his blue eyes. I tipped back my bottle again and then after draining half I sat it on a wobbly end stand. "Man, whatever it is I'm your bud. Spill it. Who would I tell?" He took on the tone of a conspirator. "Nick, maybe?" I asked thinking about Nick Lawson. "And since I work with him..." I trailed off thinking of the horror. "Nicky? Naw man. He's my dad's cousin and we hang sometimes, but your my bro, since 6th grade when you saved me from the Henderson boys." Cal laughed and sighed. "Fucking idiots" I laughed. A quick flash of a meaty 12 year old and his slightly younger brother chasing Cal through the woods. Both big, chubby, and dumb. I had stumbled across them standing over Cal hitting him, and I had picked up a big stick and broken it over the older boys back. "I still remember Gran whooping me for ruining those school cloths" I laughed, then I wondered if the Henderson brothers ever fucked eachother. " Well if you hadn't jumped in to fight I would have been toast. I heard Eric Henderson is in prison now, and his bro is working at that Car wash on 95." "Good times man." I laugh, and then there is a long silence. I have to gather my thought, and build up some courage. "OK I found some deep shit out." I took a deep breath, and told Cal what I knew about the Tommy B situation. "Another beer man?" He asked as I finished, and he got up. He didn't expect an answer as he just grabbed a couple more out. "I don't really know what to do." I took the offered bottle. "Well man it's a tough one, but I wouldn't do anything. I mean yeah you might know she is your sister now, but how long you two been together? How many times have you fucked Beck since you got together? Man, I remember some of the stories you told me about when you was in college, not so long ago." "Having a random three way isn't the same" I popped off my cap. "No, but it's hot" he laughed. "Like when we fucked that girl in high school. Should we have both stuffed Carrie Wilcox? Probably not, but it was fun" Carrie Wilcox, later to be Carrie Stewart, later to be mother to two twin boys who I myself had also fucked and been fucked by. Yeah sometimes you wasn't supposed to do things, but it didn't make it less hot. My dick was starting to wake up. I took a long swig of Bud. My eye wandered to the legs of Cal's shorts, but nothing was peaking. There was a mound starting to rise however. I couldn't help but have a laugh. "The same Carrie who is at the movies with my sister wife?" I smirked. "Does Beck know we slayed that pussy?" "A good part of our school slayed that pussy." I laughed. "But Beck know, not that I know of. She didnt go to our school, remember." "Yeah true. Only way she would know was if you told her, you didn't because it never mattered, and no body knows about your little issue, other then you and me." He sounded so wise. Then he took a big swig and went on "as for Carrie I'm sure those boys of hers were not her late Husband's" "Damn, never though of that. What if they was one of ours?" I cringed a little, but my cock popped to full mast. Could I have been fucking my own sons too. "I doubt that. If I recall she didn't have Mark and Rick til our senior year. We fucked her summer of Sophmore year" he laughed and took another swig. "At your pond, if I recall." "Ohh yeah. Yeah we was the last ones there, and if I recall she had supplied the beer and pot. Got it from her sister." I laughed. "If I recall that's why she had gotten invited, since she was old enough to buy our teenage asses booze" he laughed "And I recall Gramps almost catching us, and giving me a lecture about messing shit up smoking the "Devil's lettuce", and getting drunk at 15". I chuckle, and shake my head. "Gramps always was Anti weed". "I got some" he reached for the little wooden box on his own end stand. He pulled out a bowl and started to pack it. I got a whiff from across the room when he opened his baggy of "Devil's lettuce", lol. "What the hell. It might help today" I laugh and swig. I'm starting to relax, though my mind is still swirling. My eyes kept flicking to the out lined lump of his hardening dick beneath the thin red fabric of his shorts. "How are the boys? They used to come hang here til you adopted them?" He laughed and sighed, and did he just rub his own dick? He put the bowl to his lips and lit. A big drag, and a billow of smoke and a light cough before he passed it to me, and I too lit, sucked and exhaled a billow of smoke. "They're good kids" I took a second quick hit and passed it back and Cal's eyes glance to the TV. Luke and Leah were lip locked. "Your not the only one who kisses his sister" he laughed and took a long pull of the bowl. I could see a massive lump in the front of his shorts and it trailed down the left side. Yep the tip was peaking again, this time i kinda wanted to do more tgen look, but i just laughed with him. "I guess since I know a secret I should tell you one" he went on as he passed it back. His hand rested on his lap. "What's that?" I asked. And lit. Suck, suck, blowwwwww. And cough. " sometimes I still rail out Carrie Stewart. Fuck her sister has some sweet Puss too, for an older lass," he closes his eyes and grins. That last hit had Cal feeling good, i could tell. When I was about to ask how that got going he added, "But the boys are my favorit." "WHAT?" my head swirled. Did I hear him right? "How the hell did....?" "Long story, but man, sometimes they still stop over. Ricky might have let something slip when he got ripped with me the other day." He smirked and took a long drink, and then sucked on the neck of the bottle. FUCK. The knots that Cal had mostly untied had just tightened in my stomach again. He must have registered my thought, saw how pale I was. I must have looked to Cal like B and Colt had looked when I had caught them in the barn. Cal let out a belly laugh, and groped his dick. "Relax man. I can't judge you for fuckin those two horn dogs. I popped Mark's cherry." He grinned ear to ear and his eyes had chinked. His hand rubbed up and down his 6.5 inch cock. "Why did we never fuck around?" And he was on his knees in front of me. "I wanted to do this when we was fucking Carrie", and his hands tugged down my own black shorts. My ass raised up as if on its own. My cock slapped up onto my abs, and my best buddy's mouth was on it in a second. We had never touched dicks, and now I could feel his lips and tongue. Spit oozed down to drip off my now shaved nuts onto the brown cushion of his sofa. He was practically purring with moans as I gasped and rose up into his throat. Oh my God! "Dude!" Was all I could say. I slumped back in my seat and closed my eyes. I hummed lightly up into his throat, but he never gagged as he swallowed all 7 inches. He got into a perfect deep throat rhythm, and I moaned. "Fuck Cal" He pulled off still licking my tip and looked up at me just as I looked down. Our eyes locked, and I moaned again. I pulled him up, his shorts falling to the dirty carpet. He straddled my lap, never loosing eye contact and started kissing me. I tasted beer and weed, and my dick as my tongue wrestled with his. I could feel our cocks rubbing together between our bellies. Mine mostly smooth, but his fur felt different. We both leaked and hummed our hips as we tenderly kissed. I reluctantly pushed him from my lap as it delayed my orgasm, but I needed to taste him first. I was on my knees on the floor and I sucked him with everything I had learned. Though self taught, mostly I had skills. Mostly with my tongue as it had plenty of practice lapping and swirling pussy lips, but this was different. I had sucked bigger, so like Cal I was easily able to deep throat his 6.5 inches, and his furry nuts bounced on my chin. My nose buried in his nest of dirty blond curles. He, like me, gasped. "DAMN, MAN" He started to gently face fuck me. As I lapped and sucked, and swirled, moving from his cock to his balls, and back. His hands grasped my head to take control of my motions. I let him control me. In our friendship Cal had easily been the leader, and I just followed. It was when I went to college that we grew apart, but now I felt like I needed to make up for lost time. Lost time in our friendship, and lost time in all the time we could have been shagging. "DUDE" He bellowed, but there was a pitch change. I knew it. It was so close. I sucked a little harder and swirled. I had one hand on my own throbbing, dripping 7 inches and the other grasping his nuts. I tugged on them. "DUUUDE" He whined, but fucked my lips a little harder. Tge tip hitting the back of my throat. I gave off little gags, by choice, with every inward thrust. I tugged Hardee. I sucked harder. I tasted the saltiness of his pre get heavier and he dripped it, flavoring my swishing, dripping, spit. "Ohhhhh DUUUDE!!" and he was filling my throat, and my mouth even as I tried to swallow. I popped off for air and it shot in my face. My forhead, cheek chin. It dripped down the side of my nose, and again our eyes connected. I too started to spew all over his rug. My nuts pumping as if it where my heart moving blood, but no. It was cum. My eyes rolled and my mouth hung open. I felt the glob drip down and land on my tongue. After a long moment and a combination of shakes, quivers, and locking muscles, lightning shooting through my whole body. I exhaled and was able to catch my breath. Our eyes again locked. He panted and his cock dripped."dude." He sat back in his chair, as I wobbly legged stood and practically fell onto tge sofa. "I tried to warn you dude." He laughed. He picked up his discarded bottle and sighed the last of it down. "I know" matter of fact. Panting. "Then why did you swallow? Not that I'm complaining" he added another dead soldier to his table. "I wanted to. Maybe not back then. I guess it never crossed my mind that we could have. But now. I mean. We both know shit. We knew shit before, but now..." I babbled. I would look at him, our eyes locking, and then I'd flick my own eyes down. I had a feeling this wasn't over, but I needed to process. I needed to think about everything. "When I first fucked Mark his mom and aunt watched, and his uncle Rob filmed it". He smirked. "If you wanted to watch it while we recuperate" he pointed to a cd/DVD holder under his TV. "It's right after RETURN". He takes another hit from his bowl. I swing my legs back to the floor, stepping in my load. I don't care. I have to see. I pull out a clear case with a red CD marked XXX. I carefully, breathing slowly to focus, switch A NEW HOPE for something more stimulating. I push play as I hear, "another beer?" Fuck it. It's Saturday. It's man time. We had had some Man Fun, and we might have more before I left. "Sure. I'll send Beck a text in a few to have her pick me up later". I wink at him. As I sit back on the couch I see a bit of blank blue. I see a date stamp pop up, December 12 2021. A little over a year ago. Just as I spread my legs and see a dark haired, slightly older, surf type dude slamming his cock into a middle aged blond's drippy pussy, I felt Cal plop down beside me. He handed me a beer, and our legs rubbed together. This was going to be an interesting development. TO BE CONTINUED.