Date: Sat, 8 Sep 2012 19:46:12 -0700 (PDT) From: Hairy Guy Subject: Family Fun Parts 1 & 2 Family Fun (gay/highschool/masturbation/incest) By: Gayandhrny (gayandhrny@yahoo.com) Author's note: Greetings Nifty reader! Thank you for reading my story. I've written a few on here (almost all of which are technically "in process", as I never seem to truly finish them), but none quite like this. This one is a bit different for me, as it will include some straight teen sex, as well as some incest (neither of which I've really written about). I have a pretty good idea of where I want this one to go, and I have some time right now to write; so, I hope to have a complete story up before the end of September. I've come to realize that I have a bit of a masturbation fetish, so that will play a key element in this story (as it has in pretty much all my other stories). My other writings focus on middle-school aged boys (and really the first couple of sections of this one do too--they provide the important backstory elements for what comes later). You may notice some similarities to other stories I've written ("Chronicles of Ryan," in particular)--this is, in part, because I feel like there are elements there that I would like to explore more. If you want to read other things I've written, you can find them by copy and pasting the links below: http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/gay/young-friends/camp-youngwood/ http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/gay/young-friends/chronicles-of-ryan/ http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/gay/young-friends/after-school-special.html http://nifty.nisusnet.com/nifty/gay/young-friends/best-friends-get-closer/ On a side note, I do enjoy hearing from readers who have enjoyed what I've written--it certainly encourages me to continue to write. Please only continue to read if it is legal for you to do so. I'm assuming you're here because this type of thing turns you on--as it does me. But remember that this is all fiction--a fantasy designed to arouse. It has no bearing on real life--although I strive for realism in my writing. I do not encourage nor condone acts of incest. That being said, one of my first crushes was on my older brother ;) All right...enough with this.... on to the story. Prologue: It was only a matter of time, I suppose. For as often as I jerked off, and as daring as I was with where I chose to do it, it was perhaps inevitable that I would be caught. I guess I should be thankful that it wasn't my mom. Instead, my older brother, Mark, caught me. At 17, he's 3 years older than me (give or take a few months). Being brothers, we have quite a bit in common--we both love baseaball (go Mariners!), we both enjoy running (I started doing cross country this year in 9th grade; he's on the track team), and we both were raised to treat other people well. We both share a lot of our physical traits, as well. We both have black hair and blue eyes, for example--we get it from our mom. I have her nose, too (kind of a slightly upturned button nose). Mark has my dad's nose, straight and hawk-like. I also have some freckles across my cheeks and face, another thing I get from mom. We're both pretty good looking, or so mom tells us! He's about 5 inches taller than my 5'5" frame at the moment, although I'm pretty sure I'll be about his height soon. I started my growth spurt near the end of 8th grade, and have gotten a lot taller in the last 3 months. I'm glad to add the height, but I'm more glad to be adding some other things, too--like armpit hair, leg hair, and yes, some pubic hair. Starting to look more like a grown up makes me feel more like one. If Mark's any indicator, I'll have some nice chest hair in a year or two, as well. At our high school, he's pretty popular, while I'm just starting to find my social footing. Mark is funny, smart, and handsome--everything I hope to be when I'm a little older. He's been dating Rebecca, his girlfriend, for about a year now. She's also pretty and smart. I've idolized him for as long as I can remember. I have two close friends, Neil and Jackson, who I've known since 3rd grade; but other than that, I just have a lot of acquaintances. I haven't had a girlfriend since 7th grade--I just don't get girls. I don't know how to talk to them, how to let them know I think they're cool. It's not that I'm not interested; it's just that I get all awkward around them. It probably doesn't help that it seems like whenever I talk to one, I sprout a steel-hard boner. Trying to act cool while making sure you aren't showing a tent is harder than it seems! This has been even more true since I hit my growth spurt in the spring. In March, my dick was only about 4 inches when I had a woody. Since I've grown, it's more like 6 inches. Don't get me wrong; I'm glad it's gotten bigger. It just makes is more difficult to hide unwanted wood. Of course, when I want wood--like at night, just after I go to bed, when I have some time and privacy--I'm glad to have the new inches to play with. I started jacking off a couple of years ago in 7th grade, and have been dedicated to it ever since. Part One: The Accidental Teacher Mark doesn't know it, but he's the one who taught me how to jack off. I had heard it referred to in conversations with friends and on the schoolyard, but I didn't really know what it was all about. My dad had had "the talk" with me when I was 11, but he didn't really go into it--and when I asked him about it, he just said that all guys do it. I just didn't know what "it" was! So how did Mark come to teach me about how to do it? We were on a family vacation near the end of summer before I started 7th grade (he was going into 10th). Our parents had decided to take a trip south from our home in Seattle to California--we were going to go on a camping adventure (our parents love the outdoors) in Redwoods National Forest and then to Yosemite. Mom and Dad are not big on staying in hotels or cabins or anything like that. It was decided that we would stay in tents--they would have one, we would have another. The trip was to last about 10 days. Well, about halfway through the trip (we'd had a great time, even seen a bear!), I noticed that Mark seemed to be getting a little edgy. He was being short with the Ôrents, which was unlike him. We have always gotten along really well, but he seems to be angry with me at times for no good reason. I had been enjoying sharing a tent with him. We would stay up late, talking about what we had done that day, how much the Mariners sucked this year, about his goal to get a new girlfriend once school started--guy stuff. We would take turns changing in the tent, and respected each other's privacy. One morning I had seen the bulge of his morning wood in his boxerbriefs when he got up to go take a piss outside, but I didn't think anything of it. Looking back on it, having to share the tent with me for a prolonged length of time must have been very challenging to his teenage libido. So anyway, it was on about the 5th or 6th night of the trip that I learned more about beating off. We had stayed up late, as always, talking about whatever. As we got more tired, and conversation started to lag, I was startled to hear what sounded like a woman moaning somewhere outside our tent. "Mark, do you hear that?" He paused for a moment. "Yeah, I do." "What do you think it is?" "You really don't know?" he replied, somewhat smugly. "How would I?" I was puzzled by his response. He was usually good about not being condescending to me. "Dude, mom and dad are going at it." "Going at what?" Mark didn't answer right away as he let me try to figure it out. Suddenly, it dawned on me. Mom and dad were...having sex! I was floored. Sure, I knew the basics of the facts of life (penis in vagina equals baby), but I had never conceived that my parents still did it. I didn't know sex could also be for fun. "Oh!" "Oh! is right, little bro." I listened more intently. I had never heard sounds like mom was making. As I listened more carefully, I thought I heard a wet slapping sound. As I listened, I felt my penis go stiff in my boxers, and press against the ground beneath me. I felt a slight tingle in my groin--it felt good, but weird at the same time. I had had boners before, but this one felt different somehow. In my mind, I tried to picture what was happening, and questions I had never really thought of flooded my brain: how do they do it? How big was dad's dick? How often do they do it? What does it feel like? "Sounds like dad's really giving it to her, doesn't it?" Mark's question brought me out of my own mind and back to tent. "Um, I guess." I heard him shift around in his sleeping bag. In the dim light of the tent, I could see him roll onto his side away from me, and he moved his arm into the bag. "Bri, don't sweat it. Go to sleep--it sounds like they'll be done soon." Why he thought that, I don't know--but sure enough, a couple minutes later, mom's moans got louder, and I could even hear dad grunt a few times. Shortly thereafter, I couldn't hear anything else from their tent. Sleepy after a long day, I fell asleep, with my stiff dick still trapped between my body and the ground. I don't know how long I was asleep, and I'm not entirely sure what woke me up, but I found myself unexpectedly awake sometime later that night. I was a bit disoriented, and I could see that Mark's sleeping bag was empty. My penis had softened, and I felt a need to pee. Our campsite was a short distance from the bathrooms, so I decided to go drain my lizard. I got out of my sleeping bag and pulled on a pair of mesh basketball shorts. I found my flashlight and I left the tent, and walked over to the bathroom. As I approached, I was surprised to see the light was on. I was walking quietly in my bare feet, so I doubt Mark heard me approach. As I walked in (it was the style of bathroom that has a maze-like entry for privacy, but no door), I once again heard a sound I couldn't identify. It was fast, squishy, and repetitive. I also thought I could hear someone quietly moaning--it sounded like Mark. Glancing around the bathroom, I could see a set of feet under the door of one of the stalls. Curious as to what was happening, and not wanting to bother my brother, I quietly entered the stall next to the one he was in--the door was wide open. I was getting ready to pull my shorts down and pee when I noticed a small hole drilled in the wall, next to the toilet paper dispenser. I leaned down to take a look. What I saw took me by surprise. Mark was leaning back against the toilet, eyes closed. In his right hand, I could clearly see his stiff dick--it looked a lot bigger than mine, and the head was purple. I guessed it was around 7 inches, and I noticed he had a bush of black hair all around the base. It looked like there was some kind of lotion on it, which was causing the squishy sound. Mark's breath was coming in gasps, and I noticed a blotchy flush on his chest and face. His hand was quickly rubbing up and down his cock. His left hand was behind his head, cushioning it against the wall. I had never seen anything like this before. My dick got stiff for the second time that night as I watched my brother masturbate. I could see clear drops of fluid dripping of the tip. He would stop every few moments to spread the fluid around the head, adding it to the lotion he was using as lubricant. I held my breath as I was watching him, and I dared not move a muscle. I didn't want to interrupt whatever it was he was doing, as I was afraid I'd make him angry. I knew what I was seeing was meant to be private. I was also excited--now the hand gestures I had seen from some of the boys at school made sense! This was what jacking off was! After a couple of minutes of watching, I saw his stomach muscles tighten up and his legs tense. His hips lifted off the toilet seat, and all of a sudden, he stopped stroking and opened his eyes. With a loud gasp, he started coming--the first spurt of semen hit him squarely between his nipples. He moved his hand up and down once, and another squirt followed, this one landing near his belly button. Gasping again, another spurt emerged, landing in his pubes. Two more strokes, and more fluid oozed out onto his hand, running over his knuckles. The thick white fluid was all over him. I had never seen him look so intense as he was in that moment. Finally, with a sigh, he relaxed back against the toilet. He stroked up and down his shaft a couple more times, milking out a little more sperm. My own penis was practically throbbing in my underwear. I had never felt so...so.... so HORNY before! I knew I had to try what I had just seen him doing. But first, I had to get out of the bathroom without him knowing I was there. Thankfully, he gave me some cover when he sat forward and began to get some toilet paper to clean himself up with. The noise of the toilet paper roll gave me just enough cover to tip toe out of the stall and bathroom. I made my way quickly back toward the tent, my own tent leading the way. As I got nearer, I remembered why I had gone to the bathroom in the first place. I still had to pee. Glancing around, I found a tree just behind our tent, and pulled out my 3? stiff inches. My boner stands up from my groin, pointing toward the sky. Pushing it down slightly, I let fly with my stream, the pee arcing up into the air before splashing against the tree. Once my bladder was drained, I tucked my dick away, and returned to the tent. I heard Mark return a couple of minutes later, and soon the sound of his gentle snoring told me he was asleep. I had a much harder time going under, as my mind kept wandering back to the events of the night. Eventually, though, I dozed off. The next morning, everyone in the family seemed to be in a great mood. The attitude Mark had been copping lately disappeared, and mom and dad were all smiles. I figured it must have had something to do with the fun they had each had the night before. I wanted desperately to try what I had seen Mark do, but never had a chance on the trip. It wasn't until we got home a few days later that I got first-hand experience with the joys of the flesh. Part Two: Self-Discovery The rest of the trip went well. We explored Yosemite for a few days, hiking the trails and seeing the sights. For the rest of the trip I stayed up later than everyone else, hoping for a repeat performance from mom and dad, or Mark, but nothing else happened. I did find myself looking at Mark differently though, especially in the mornings. I tried to see his morning wood each day, but he always turned away from me when he was putting his shorts on. My own penis seemed to be getting harder more than ever for those remaining days. It seemed like I was thinking about Mark's dick, or the sounds mom and dad made, every 10 seconds, and I would spring a boner. I got very good at hiding them over those last few days. Although I enjoyed the trip, I was anxious to get home. The first night home would my first real chance to try what I had seen Mark doing, and I could hardly wait. That afternoon and evening seemed never ending. After helping dad unpack all the gear, we helped mom make dinner. Everyone seemed tired, and I think we were all ready to sleep in our beds. During the summer, my bedtime was 10:00. With as tired as we all seemed, I begged off at a little after 9:00. After brushing my teeth and saying goodnight to everyone, I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into bed. Even as I was taking off my shorts, I could feel my penis start to stiffen in anticipation. I could feel a tingle in the head as it slid across the cotton of my underwear. Under my covers, I reached down and squeezed my boner through my boxers. The tingle grew stronger, and my balls got tight. I flipped my penis out of the fly of my underwear, and squeezed it in my fist. Although Mark had used some sort of lotion on his dick, I hadn't been able to figure out how to get some in my bedroom without making my parents suspicious. I'll never forget really wrapping my hand around my cock and stroking it for the first time--it felt amazing! My boner felt...urgent, demanding. As I slid my hand over the tip, there was an explosion of sensation. I didn't imagine how it could get any better than how I felt in that moment. I was wrong. Remembering what I had seen Mark do, I began to rub my thin shaft up and down, pumping my dick with my right hand. Up, down, up, down...each stroke felt better than the last. I was super aware of what was happening within my body--I could feel my muscles start to tighten in my legs and feet; my breath began to grow short, like I was running in gym class; and my nuts, which I was gently squeezing with my left hand, began to pull up tight to my body (the had dropped about two months before). I heard a strange squeaking noise, and wondered briefly where it was coming from--until I realized it was coming from me! The pleasure was making me make noises I had never made before. I worried that it might cause my parents to hear me, but decided it wasn't too loud. I began to speed up my stroking as the pleasure grew within me. I started to sweat a little bit, so I pulled tugged my sheets down. I could feel something building inside me, and my hips lifted off the bed. Just as it was beginning to feel like I might explode, I had a sudden urge to pee! "Not now!" I thought. I tried to stop what I was doing, but just as I swung my legs over the side of the bed (to make a run for the bathroom), the sensations over took me and penis throbbed wildly in my hand. I heard a quiet "splat" as something hit the carpet in front of me. I was worried I was pissing on the floor, but it felt a lot different than when I peed. I was gasping for breath as this happened, and I simply could not believe how great it felt. I could feel more dribble out of my dick and over my hand. My dick spasmed in my hand a few more times as my first ever orgasm subsided. I collapsed back on my bed, my sticky hand cradling my softening dick. Experimentally, I tried to stroke it again. I was shocked with how sensitive the head suddenly was! I had noticed before I shot that touching the head had felt particularly good, but now I couldn't bear to touch it. After a couple of minutes, I had caught my breath. I pulled off my underwear, and used it to wipe off my hand and cock. After tossing them in the hamper in my closet, I quietly walked over to my dresser and got out a fresh pair of boxers and slipped them on. I climbed back into bed, and with a feeling of contentment I had not known before, feel into a deep sleep. ...and that does it for the first part of the story. I have an outline of future chapters, which will likely include some straight sex between Mark and Rebecca, as well as some incest once we learn about how Mark catches Brian in the act! Thanks again for reading. If you enjoyed the story, please let me know!