Date: Thu, 7 Mar 2019 02:48:26 +0000 From: Jim B Subject: Moving in with my New Family- Chapter 6 Note: This story contains sexual encounters between family members including adult-youth situations. For those who are uninterested in themes involving incest and intergenerational relationships, please do not read any further. Please consider supporting Nifty with a donation so they can keep publishing high quality original stories. Moving in with my New Family Chapter 6: Wedding Day The next couple of weeks weren't anything out of the ordinary. By now, Paul was sneaking into my room pretty much every night, taking my cock and guzzling my load. He'd usually take off back to his room soon after we finished, but sometimes he'd stay for a little bit. Either way, it was all good to me. Jerry, of course, was a complete dick to me every chance he got. Saturday was approaching, the wedding day. Mom and Mike were spending most of their free time getting ready for it. Paul was also giving me the rundown on who some of the people are that would be attending the ceremony. "Yeah, it's strange that my Uncle John will be there, but my mom won't." Paul informed me. "My mom barely talks to my dad since the divorce, but Dad and Uncle John were really good friends and I guess they decided not to let the divorce get in the way. They do tend to get loud when they're together though. A bit of drinking and really dirty comments!" "Why did your parents divorce anyway?" I asked, realizing that nobody ever mentioned the twins' mom. "I'm not sure, exactly. I mean, they told us, but it didn't make too much sense at the time. We were like 10 yrs old or something. They just told us that they loved us but they weren't right for each other. She moved back to Oregon where she's from and we still go see her a few times a year." "Wow. I used to feel bad because my dad died when I was young. I don't really remember him. So I don't know what it's like to have two parents, even if they are living apart." I said in hopes of letting Paul know I was sympathetic. After pointing out a few of the other guests, Paul excused himself to tend to his dad. I wandered around until it was time for the ceremony to begin. The wedding was nice. It made me feel good to be included; Mike asked me to be part of the wedding party along with Jerry and Paul. The reception was big and loud. Mostly, Paul and I hung together with Jerry occasionally cruising by to give me a sideways glance while he chatted with his brother. I'm not much of a dancer, but the music was good and the food was better. I also enjoyed the people watching. I always make up fictional backstories when I see people out and about. This one was also kind of fun. Most of the people here were friends from my mom's work or Mike's side of the family. Mike came up to check on us after the main reception events were over. "Hey Jim...sorry Jamie, mind if we chat a moment?" I was a little worried that something had gone wrong. I stepped to the side with Mike; out of the way of most people. "Now that the ceremony is over, and everything is official, I wanted to ask a question." Mike seemed nervous. "Would it bother you if I called you my son? I don't want to make assumptions, but I feel a lot closer to you and would be proud to call you that." His question landed on me with a bit of heaviness. I teared-up a little, and replied. "Yeah. Yeah, I'd like that a lot. And can I ask you something too? Would you mind if I called you dad?" And with that Mike pulled me in for a hug. In an instant, the emotional moment turned to physical tension as I noticed the mixed smell of the champagne on his breath and the faint sweaty odor coming from his body. His hug was tight enough that my face pressed-up against his massive, hard pecs causing a stir in my loins. He was gently rubbing my back before he finished squeezing me by placing one hand on the small of my back to bring me even closer to his ripped body, making my semi-hard member gently press against him. We pulled away and Mike placed his hands on my shoulders and smiled at me. "Of course you can. That would make me very happy," Mike sounded a little chocked-up. After gazing at me for what seemed like a long while, Mike started to move away. "Well, I guess we should get back to the others. Things are starting to wrap-up and we'll be outta here soon." Mom and Mike, er, Mom and Dad, were going to be headed off to their honeymoon right after the reception and John was going to stay with us for the couple of weeks they'd be gone. We all made our way back to the house, even the newlyweds. They wanted to make sure things were all good before taking off. "I don't know why you couldn't just leave us here on our own." Jerry whined. "It's not like we're babies or so irresponsible we're going to burn the place down." "Look," Dad said, "nobody is treating you like a baby, irresponsible or otherwise. John was already going to be here for the wedding, and we invited him to hang out here while he's in town. It just so happens that he's in town while we're not." Before long, the car was packed and our parents were off to New York City for their honeymoon. It sounded like it was going to be a lot of fun. It seemed funny for a honeymoon destination, but mom had always wanted to go but never got the chance. W waved goodbye and watched as the car left down the street. John turned to the three of us and started letting us know his expectations. "Guys, I'm not going to spend a bunch of time chasing after you or giving you a hard time about things, but I want to make clear, that I'm not going to let you boys get crazy." And with that he turned and walked back into the house. Later that night, I was lying awake in bed. Waiting for Paul to make his late night visit. But he didn't show up. I assumed that maybe he was too tired from the excitement of the wedding and decided to just go to sleep. Figuring that I was on my own for the night, I decided I'd take care of myself. I slid my hand down my sheets and gently pet my flaccid cock with my fingertips. It was slowly beginning to swell. I continued stroking until I was fully hard then began pressing into my thigh. I sat up in bed and dripped saliva on cock to get things nice and wet. I pulled the foreskin back and used my spit to lubricate my thumb to rub against the head. I was enjoying myself, but it wasn't really what I wanted. I wanted Paul's soft lips and talented throat to wrap around my dick. In fact, even fantasizing about it wasn't getting me where I wanted, so I stopped. Maybe getting something to drink will help me get my mind off of things and able to get to sleep. As I entered the kitchen I could see the back of Paul's head in the family room. He had the TV on, but the sound was turned down really low. I was walking toward him, when I realized that he was letting out a quiet moaning sound, really more of a humming than anything else. Was he jerking off right there in the family room? And why would he do that when I would have happily taken care of that upstairs? I was just about to reach the entryway to the family room when I saw that he wasn't alone. Paul was sitting on the couch in his robe with his Uncle John between his wide-spread legs. John was rhythmically bobbing up and down on Paul's turgid rod. I could just barely see that John was on his knees with his arms on top of Paul's thighs as he was blowing his nephew. Paul's head slowly rolled onto the back of the couch with his eyes closed. He was beginning to moan just a little louder. "Oh fuck that feels so good. It's been too long." Paul whispered. "Yeah, keep going, I'm getting close." John picked up speed and the slurping sounds got just a little louder. I didn't have a full view, but could tell that John had now begun stroking himself while simultaneously sucking on Paul. Watching this scene got me rock hard without me even noticing. I quietly began tugging at the head of my cock. It wasn't long before i was full-on jerking myself trying to be as quiet as I could so as to not disrupt their session. Paul draped his arms on the back of the couch and continued to moan and writhe around. "Oh shit John, just like that." Paul ordered. Without missing a stroke, John replied with "mm hmm", the best he could do with a mouth full of cock. Paul's breathing became erratic, he was alternating between deep breaths, and practically not breathing at all. "Oh, oh, oooohhh, fuck" Paul sounded like he was damn near crying. I heard John's slurping turn into gulping as I watched the top of Paul's body convulse in ecstasy. This was overloading my senses, I found myself reaching the edge of my own orgasm and quickly let go of my cock. I couldn't cum, not right here. Paul's breathing was returning to normal and John was resting his head on Paul's naked thigh, clearing his throat. In a brief moment of panic, I raced back up to my room. My hard-on never let up and bounced all the way back upstairs. I closed my door and leaned my back against it and gripped my cock as if it was a small animal trying to get away. Within a couple of strokes, my seed was shooting out several feet in front of me. I realized my own moaning was rather loud, but I couldn't contain it. My body shuddered against the door during my orgasm that seemed to never end. Once it did, I slowed my strokes on my beaten dick. It was taking its sweet time getting soft and I just kept rubbing cum all over it while waiting for the blood to drain out. My legs were weak when I moved toward the bed. I grabbed a dirty pair of underwear and wiped off the carpet as well as I could, then climbed into bed. I laid there reflecting on what I'd just witnessed. Paul was getting head from his Uncle John. It certainly seemed like this wasn't something new. I was feeling a little jealous. I was also feeling a little bad, guilty really, because it was clear that Paul was missing something during the times that we're together. I just wasn't ready to start sucking a cock, but I guess it makes sense that Paul would want to get that too. It was selfish of my to keep getting blown and not returning the favor. Paul never said anything, and never acts like it's an issue, but after tonight I knew I needed to muster up the courage to just do it. And with the energy completely drained from me, I sank into deep, comfortable sleep.