Date: Sat, 10 Oct 2020 15:03:48 +0000 From: Arthur J Bach Subject: Nathan and Daniel, Part 7 (Bi - Incest) This story is fictional, and no character is meant to represent a person, living or dead. It depicts the fantasy of sexual contact between related minors. If this is not something that interests you and/or you are not allowed to read this because of your age or jurisdiction, please go elsewhere. Nifty is an amazing resource and we all need to do our part to keep it alive. If you enjoy this story (or others), please make sure you donate at https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Enjoy! ----------------------------- Nathan and Daniel, Part 7 As we frenched, I could hear the doorbell ring, but it sounded hazy and foggy, like it was a million miles away. The only thing I was thinking of in the moment was our tongues battling and my dick buried in my brother's butt. The sound of the basement door opening snapped us out of our moment. "Nathan! It's for you!" my mom called from the top of the steps. I pulled away from my brother in a flash, and Easton sprinted towards the bathroom. I quickly found my briefs and shorts and pulled them up, stuffing my wet, wilting cock away. I looked down and could see that there was still a noticeable tent, so I reached in and pointed my cock upwards so it laid flat against my stomach. It was going to hurt like hell later to peel away my dry dick from my underwear like this, but I needed to get a move on upstairs. Satisfied that I was prepared to face the public, so to speak, I walked up the steps and found myself in the kitchen. My mom was standing there, waiting for me. "Who is it?" I asked. She gave me a funny look and shrugged, motioning towards the door. "It's for you." I looked out the kitchen window towards our pool and saw that it was raining. I turned and made my way to the front door. When I arrived, I saw a familiar face, his blonde hair darkened wet from the rain. Everything about him was soaked as he wore a pair of black sweat pants and a gray hoodie. "Daniel?" I said, astonished at who I was seeing in front of me. "What are you doing here?" "I'm sorry, I know this is kind of a surprise, but I needed to see you." He sounded a bit out of breath. "Did you ride your bike here? Again?" I asked, seeing his two wheeled mode of transportation laying on the ground behind him. "Yeah. I kinda ran away. Can I stay the night?" My mouth dropped and my eyes flew open. "What? Why?" "My dad," he said, on the verge of tears. "I told them, my parents, I mean. About...you know. And my dad flipped out." "Oh no," I said, my voice trailing off. "Yeah," he said, sniffling. "He said that I couldn't do this to him, couldn't put him through this, or something like that. He went crazy. So, I ran away. And I'm sorry, but I didn't know where else to go." "It's okay," I said reassuringly. "Come in." I brought him inside and did my best to explain what was going on to my parents. When they learned that Daniel had run away, my mom immediately made him call his parents, to at least let them know that he was safe. She took Daniel into another room to make his phone call, leaving my dad and I in the living room on our own. I sat down on the couch while my dad sat in his typical arm chair. He looked me up and down, analyzing me as if I was one of his patients. "What?" I asked, responding to his stare. "You okay?" I shrugged. "I don't know." "You didn't take more of those pills, did you?" my dad asked, smirking. I laughed. "Shut up, dad." "You know, Nathan," he said, getting up and sitting down next to me. "Your mother and I love you. We love you very much, and we're very proud of you. And nothing...I mean nothing could ever change that." "Dad, what are you talking about?" He grinned and put his hand on the top of my head. "Just what I said. Nothing you could do would ever change that. Okay?" I suddenly began to realize that maybe my dad had an idea as to what was going on with me. Hopefully not everything, but at least a part of it. My mom reentered the living room and sat down next to me. "Okay, Daniel's getting a shower. Nathan, I gave him some of your clothes because his were all wet. I hope that was okay." "Of course," I responded. "Nathan, what's going on?" "Mom, I'm sorry, but I really don't want to talk about it." "Sorry, slick," she said. "You already did that to me once the last time he showed up like this. Time to pay the piper." "Pay the piper?" I asked. "It's an expression," she responded. "What's going on? You've been acting very strange these last few weeks." "Fine," I responded, reserved to my fate. "Okay, well, there was this rumor going around that someone in the seventh grade is...well, gay." "Okay," she said, following along. "And everyone thought it was me." She nodded, listening to everything I was saying. "And today, this guy in my grade, Grant, he was like, making fun of me for it. And he wouldn't stop. And Daniel...well, Daniel kinda rescued me. He told Grant that he was the one who was gay." "Is he?" I paused a moment. "I think so." "Okay. And are you?" I took an even longer moment this time, thinking about Hailey and Ramsay and Ellie...three hot girls that I had been with. "No. I mean, I like girls." My parents both looked at me, seeming to know that I had more to say. "But I like boys, too." My mom smiled at me. "You like him, don't you?" A single tear spilled over my bottom eyelid and rolled down my cheek. "Yeah. I really do." "And after what he did for you," my dad chipped in. "It seems to me that he likes you, too." I took a deep breath and let my air out slowly. "Yeah. I guess you could say that." "Nathan," my mom said, putting her hand on my knee. "He was there for you today when you needed him. And now it seems like he needs you to be there for him. So, go be there for him." "Really?" I asked. "Yes," she said, smiling. "Everyone deserves to have someone who would do anything for them. Go be that person for him." "But what about—" I started. "Just go," she responded, cutting me off. "I talked to his mom. He's going to stay here for the night until things with his dad calm down. Go, get out of here." I got up off the couch and made my way upstairs, almost sprinting. By the time I made it to my room, Daniel had obviously just returned from the shower. He was wearing one of my plain black t-shirts and red running shorts, and since we were pretty much the same size, they fit him perfectly. We stared at each other for a moment, the situation both exhilarating and a bit awkward. "Do you wanna go to bed?" I asked. "It's late and you look exhausted." "Yeah," he said. "That'd be great." I pulled back the covers of my bed and allowed him to go in first. He crawled in under the covers, and I followed him, pulling the comforter over us. I immediately felt the warmth of his body next to mine. He rolled on his side to face me, and I did the same. We looked at each other for a while, breaking into giggles when neither of us could really find the words to say. "Daniel," I said, putting my right hand on his left shoulder. "I'm sorry." "What are you sorry for?" "Jesus," I responded. "It's like, what am I NOT sorry for. Trying to kick you out of my house, being kind of a dick to you, not standing up for you when you stood up for me. And..." "What?" "Not kissing you." "Really?" he asked, his eyes illuminated with hope. "Yeah," I said, leaning in close to him. "I think that's what I'm most sorry for." I pushed my lips towards his, our eyes closing as we shared the first kiss in a while, the first one that we both truly wanted. At the same time, our mouths opened, and our tongues met gently in the middle as we made out on my bed. I pulled away from him, but went back in for one more kiss. I grabbed him tighter, then realized that he was holding onto me. "Daniel...I love you," I whispered. Tears poured down his cheeks and onto my pillow. "I love you, too, Nathan." We pulled ourselves into each other and embraced, holding on like our lives depended on it. And that's how we fell asleep, just exactly like that, in each other's arms where we were meant to be. * * * * * When I awoke the next morning, I could immediately tell that I had slept past my alarm. The sun was shining too brightly through my bedroom window for it to be my normal wake up time. I shot up like a bullet from a gun, pulling myself a way from Daniel. "Fuck!" I shouted, getting up out of bed and racing downstairs. I saw my mom obviously getting her things together to leave. "Oh, you're up," she said as she grabbed her purse. "Mom, what's going on? What time is it?" "Almost ten," she responded as if it was obvious. "But...what about...school?" "Mental health day," she said. "Mental...health...what?" "Take the day off. Just relax." "But...what about Easton and Hailey?" "They're at school. I'm going shopping. You two can do whatever you want, just don't go anywhere." She put on her sunglasses and walked towards the door before turning back towards me. "And yes, I do mean...anything." "Ew, mom!" I said in disgust. "Please stop!" "What?" she laughed. "I'm not stupid." "Okay, thank you, have fun," I said, trying to get her to leave. "Bye! I'll be back later this afternoon!" She went out the front door, closing it behind her. "What's going on?" Daniel asked from behind me. I turned to see him standing at the top of the staircase. "No school for us," I said. "I guess we get a long weekend." "Nice," he said, walking up to me and kissing me on the lips. "Are we alone?" "Yeah," I said, a look of disgust on my face. "What's with the look?" he asked. "Sorry, it's my mom. She like, told me we'd be alone, specifically...so we could..." "Oh," he said, crinkling his nose, understanding my disgust. "Yeah, it's like she gave me permission. It kind of devalues the whole thing." "Well," he said, wrapping his arms around me. "What could we do where we wouldn't have her permission?" I thought for a moment. "She did say not to go anywhere." Then, it hit me. "Oh, my God. I have a great idea. Go get your bike!" While Daniel was grabbing his bike, I grabbed a backpack and packed it with a few things. We met behind my house and pedaled into the woods, finding the trail that lead away from my property. We pushed on for a few miles or so, navigating the twisty trail that snaked its way through the trees. After several minutes of pedaling, we finally reached our destination. "Watch out for `Sink Hole Nino,'" I said, navigating around the large hole. "Why is it called `Sink Hole Nino?'" Daniel asked, steering his bike on safe ground. "Well, I guess you could say he discovered it," I said, remembering the time just a few weeks prior when I had to rescue him out of this very hole. When we passed it by, we came upon the stream and the small waterfall that found itself perfectly in the idyllic scene. I hopped off and walked my bike adjacent to the stream with Daniel behind me. I found a nice, flat, grassy spot that looked out on the waterfall nearby. I set my bike down and unzipped my backpack, pulling out the folded blanket I had packed. I flipped it open and laid it flat on the ground, the red flannel contrasting nicely with the green grass. It wasn't warm enough to go swimming, but not chilly enough to go shirtless, so I pulled my tshirt off over my head and tossed it over my bag. Daniel did the same, both of us baring our skinny boy torsos as we laid down on the soft blanket. Our hands found each other, as did our lips, and we began to make out. Our pink lips were wet and smeared sloppily on each other's faces, our tongues battling as we softly moaned into each other's mouths. I could feel my dick growing in my shorts as we kissed, and I pulled his body into mine. I could feel that he was hard, too, and we started to grind on each other, our moaning getting louder. He pulled away from me and I looked at his face; he was flush, his mouth and eyes wide open. "Are we gonna...have sex?" he asked. "Do you want to?" He hesitated a moment, then looked me right in the eye and nodded his head. I rolled over to reach the bag, and fished around for the bottle of lotion, pulling it out and setting it on the blanket. "What's that for?" he asked innocently. "It makes your dick go in easier," I said. I laid back down on the blanket and went for my shorts, starting to pull them down. "Wait a minute," he said suddenly. "Let me do it." I threw my hands up to the side as he got in between my legs. His hands went to my hips, grabbed the top of my black shorts, pulling them down. I moaned as the tight elastic slipped over the hump of my boner, my tented briefs now exposed. He pulled my shorts the rest of the way off, and his hands went to my erection, touching and toying with my hardness. His hands felt so good there. He reached for the waist band of my orange briefs and began to pull them down, my boner bending with the waist band before flopping back against my stomach. He left my briefs around my thighs so he could take my cock in his mouth, his warm wetness surrounding my rigid stalk as he bobbed up and down on my boner, his lips finding the sparse pubes at the root of my dick. "Your turn," I said, forcing his eyes up my direction. He looked disappointed as he took my dick from his mouth, but knew that something for him was on its way. He rolled over on his back as I kicked my briefs down to my ankles and off my feet. Now totally nude, I got in between his legs and went for his shorts. Pulling them down, I was surprised to see a pair of white Calvin Klein briefs, forgetting that he had put on a pair of my underwear the previous night. "Oh, man," I breathed, tracing the bottom outline of the y-front briefs with my fingertips, my hands meeting under his balls and then going back out again. "Do I look okay in them?" he asked. "Uh, you look amazing in them," I replied. "Amazing." My hands now gripped his boner through the white material, squeezing his warm hardness. He was perfect. "Glad you like `em," he grinned. "But, can you take `em off? I'm getting a little cramped down there." "Ugh, fine!" I shot back, feigning annoyance. I gripped the waistband of the briefs with my fingers and pulled down, his erection bending forward. His light pubes came into view first, a light brown that was a few shades darker than the blonde hair on his head. When the waistband cleared the tip, his erection slapped back against his tight stomach, and my mouth went there, pulling his boner back up with my lips, starting to suck, getting his cock nice and wet. I sucked his dick for about thirty seconds and rolled off of him and onto my back. Reaching over, I grabbed the bottle of lotion and pumped some into my right hand. "Get in between my legs," I said. Daniel got up on his knees and settled in, his rock-hard cock pointing at me. I stroked him using my lubed hand, greasing up his four-and-a-half-inch boner, getting him ready for my ass. "Go ahead," I said, releasing his boydick. Typically if I was with Nino he would spend some time greasing up my butt, too, but I was super eager to take Daniel in my ass. Besides, he was smaller and less thick than what I was used to, so I figured I'd be able to take him easily. Daniel leaned down and grabbed his cock with one hand, steadying his member and pointing it directly at me. I spread my legs wide and angled my butt towards him to make it easier. I felt the tip of his slimy dick touch my hole, and I thought I may pass out from excitement. I could sense some hesitation on his end, and said the line my sister had used on me countless times before: "Come on, fuck me. I'm craving it." As if I had said a magic spell, Daniel pushed forward, and in one eager swoop, all four and a half inches of his twelve-year-old boydick slid right into my tight ass. "Oh, fuck!" we groaned at the exact same time. His dick fit perfectly in my ass. With Nino, there was always some discomfort at first; it never lasted long, but it was always present in the beginning. With Daniel, it clicked into place right from the first insertion. He knew what to do and immediately began to fuck me. This was all about him, and so I just held his hips lightly and let him have his way with me. In and out he went, the tip of his dick grazing my prostate, making me moan. He quickly built his fucking to a brisk tempo, moaning every time his dick pushed into my body. Being that it was his first time, this was never going to last. I watched his eyes squeeze shut, his high pitched whining increase, and could ever feel his boydick begin to swell in my butt. Little grunts pushed through his mouth on every fuck, and then he went silent, his mouth open but not sounds coming out. His dick began to pulse in my ass, and I could feel his cum splashing into my bowels. He continued to push into me as he came, his entire sexy body wrought with tension. He slowed down, and held his dick still inside of me. He opened his eyes, looked at me for a moment, and kissed me. Now that his breathing had lessened, the gurgle of the nearby waterfall was the only sound that surrounded us. Daniel kissed me one last time. "Your turn," he said, rolling on his back. "Are you sure?" I asked, getting on my side. "It might hurt." He rolled over towards me. "I've never wanted something so badly in my entire life. Please fuck me." Who was I to deny someone else pleasure? He rolled on his back and I grabbed the lotion. I pumped some in his hand, and he started to stroke my dick, smearing the white cream on my hardness. Squirting some on my fingers, I slipped down to his hole. I toyed with the rosebud, smearing the lotion around. He groaned as I did this, and when I didn't think he could take it anymore, I pushed my middle finger in, slipping into the first knuckle. "Ah, shit," he said as I pushed my finger in farther. "So good, Nathan, so good." My finger finally bottomed out in him, and I began to twist my finger around, loosening up his hole. He grabbed my arm, making me look up at him. "Just fuck me, okay?" he begged. "Please?" I pulled my finger out and positioned myself in front of his groin, my boner pointed right at him. I noticed that he was hard again, his cut erection matching my own. I held my boner still with my right hand, holding onto his thigh with my left, and pushed the head against his rosebud. "Are you ready?" I asked, applying just the slightest amount of pressure to his anus. "Oh, fuck yeah," he groaned, putting his hands on my hips. I pushed forward, and the head easily popped in. He gasped and held my hips like he was holding me in place. I waited as he got used to the foreign intruder, and when he loosened his grip, I took that as a silent invitation to proceed. Leaning forward again, my dick slipped slowly into his ass, both of us moaning as I fucked him for the first time. I pushed until all four and a half inches of my boydick were lodged in his tight twelve-year-old boy ass. While Daniel's dick had felt perfect in my ass, nothing could have prepared for me how perfectly his butt gripped my erection. I pulled out slowly and pushed back in, savoring our first fuck, his anal muscles deliciously grabbing onto my dick. I went out and in again, and we both moaned as I built a steady tempo. "How does that feel?" I asked, fucking in and out of his tightness. "So. Fucking. Good." I smiled. "Good." I started to go faster, part of me wanting to savor this moment, another part of me just wanting to follow my body's urges. My dick made a sweet slurpy noise every time I went in and out of his perfect hole, and I fucked the virginity out of him as my hips slapped against his ass. It wasn't long before I could feel my balls boiling, the pressure growing deep in my loins as my orgasm approached. I went faster and faster, wanting to put my seed deep inside of his body, spraying him with my essence, doing exactly what my body was designed to do. "I'm getting so close," I said, fucking him faster and faster. "Yeah," he moaned as he took the pounding. "Cum in me, Nathan." "Ah, fuck, I'm cumming!" I shouted out, pushing my dick in as far as it would go and holding it there. My cock pulsed and gave up its seed, painting the inside of Daniel's butt with my clear ejaculate. I cried out as I came, experiencing one of the most powerful orgasms of my life. As I came, I could feel Daniel's butt squeeze down on my dick, and looked down to see him stroking his cock, his clear cum shooting out over his tight upper body. I held him tight as my cum finished, both of us breathing heavy in each other's ears, trying to catch our breaths. Our eyes met, and we giggled, a nervous, excited, boyish giggle as we had trouble finding the words to say. "Oh, my God," he said, taking a deep breath. "We just fucked." "Yeah, we did," I said, kissing him. "How was it?" "Perfect," he said, kissing me back. "That's exactly the word I would use." We laid there for a while, naked and cuddling on the blanket next to the waterfall. We spent an hour talking about everything and nothing, all of the past and current troubles in our lives forgotten about, suspended in that one moment in that time. We kissed and held hands and held onto each other. "Can I ask you something?" he said, releasing himself from another kiss. "Now would seem like a good time," I responded, tickling him. "Hey, stop it!" he said, tickling me back. "Okay, I'm sorry. What's your question?" "Are we boyfriends now?" he asked. "Yeah," I said back quickly. "I think we are." He smiled. "Good. I'm glad." Making this declaration brought me back down to reality. How could we be boyfriends? How could I share my life with him when a huge part of my life was a secret? He was so sweet and nice to me, I couldn't bear to lie to him, and I didn't want this to go any further before we really hurt each other. "Wait," I said. "There's something I have to tell you." "Okay," he responded. "What is it?" "I want us to be together, I really do. But I can't." His face dropped. "Why not?" "It's hard to explain. It's kind of a secret." "You can tell me anything, Nathan. You can trust me." "Can I? Because this is huge. Like, really fucking huge." He kissed me. "Tell me. Trust me." I sighed. "Okay. Here goes. I'm experienced, okay? I might be your first, but I've been with more than a few other people. Boys, and girls." "Okay?" Daniel responded. "And two of them...Jesus, how do I say this? You're never going to want to be with me if I tell you." Daniel leaned in and kissed me again. "Trust me." "Okay. Here goes nothing. Two of them are Hailey and Easton. There it is. I'm fucking my older sister and my little brother. Last year I saw her at the pool in a white bikini, and she just drove me crazy. I was so attracted to her. And then one thing lead to another, and, yeah. We fuck, like, several times a week. Easton, too. So, yeah, that's my big fucking secret. I'm sure you want nothing to do with me now. I'm sorry." Daniel leaned in, smiled, and kissed me one more time. "Nathan. I know." ----------------------------- Thank you for reading! This is one of a series of connected brother/sister stories that can be found in the Nifty Bi – Incest Archive. The other stories include (in order): "Sharing a Bed" "My Sister's White Bikini" "Beds and Bikinis" "The Bikini Returns" "Welcome to Our Bed" "Nathan and Daniel" "Beds, Bikinis, and Mistletoe" (coming soon) All of my stories can be found on my prolific author page: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#arthurbach I love hearing feedback from readers. Please email me at arthurjbach@protonmail.com. Flames and messages with attachments will be ignored. And don't forget to donate! https://donate.nifty.org/donate.html