Date: Tue, 28 Feb 2023 15:46:46 +0000 From: Z Subject: Nutty and sweet **************************** Author's note. Kindly note that this is a work of fantasy. If you feel easily offended, kindly stop reading now. If you feel, urges, needs or desires rise within which are punishable by law, please stop what you are doing and seek professional help. Only harm can come from it for yourself and those around you. Any similarities in the story with real people or real situations is purely coincidental. **************************** TAGS: Incest, Bisexual (FF, MM, FFM, MMF & MMFF). CONTACT: citizenzwrites@protonmail.com DONATIONS: https://donate.nifty.org/ ADDITIONAL: Please donate to Nifty to keep it alive. I don't need any personal donations, however I'd love to hear your thoughts about my stories! **************************** TITLE: CH01 -- Introductions. **************************** DO NOTE THIS IS AN INTRODUCTION CHAPTER, I LIKE BUILDING UP A STORY AND DO SOME ACTUAL STORYTELLING. THIS SERIES WILL THEREFORE NOT BE A FAST STORY WHERE THE CHARACTHERS WILL GO FROM 0 TO 100 WITHIN 2 PARAGRAPHS. THE STORY AND "WHERE YOU CAME FOR" WILL GRADUALLY INCREASE AS THE CHAPTERS PROGRESS. IF THAT IS NOT YOUR "THING" THEN THIS MIGHT NOT BE A STORY FOR YOU. I leaned back and observed my new surroundings. It was in a way odd, to have left the familiar place, but in the two weeks that we have lived here in our new house, it seemed to do the kids a lot of good. My wife had passed away several years ago, but the memory from her lingered at every corner in our old house. So, I discussed it with my kids and I sold the house. Lucky for me, another house came up for sale, on the edge of the small town that we lived in. Our old house was fully paid off, given my wife and myself had ourselves insured very well, for this exact reason. I managed to sell the house with enough profit, to not having to take a new mortgage on the new house. I still only worked part time, to be more around for the kids and mainly worked from home, given I'm in IT. The new house came with 3 spacious bedrooms, a small indoor pool, and with a small spa connected, all which were in the basement. A Turkish steam cabin, a sauna and a Jacuzzi. Up to now, I hadn't had the time to try any of them out, but both my kids, Ryan who was now 14 and Emma who was 12, spend every free moment that they had, at the pool. Ryan was already 5'8" and was on his way to become a copy of me with my 6'3". While Emma was the spitting image of my deceased wife with her 4'8". Ryan had short dark blonde hair, like me. While Emma had the same blonde long lightly curled hair as her mother. Emma had recently started to develop and just like her mom, she was built very petite. I wasn't the only one who had noticed that my daughter started to blossom, as I had caught Ryan staring at his sisters small, hard buds, poking through her tops, more than once. I couldn't blame him, given at his age, I was staring at every boob that came into view, relative or not. Despite I bought Emma her first training bra's, not too long ago. Perhaps one day, she would equal her mom who had been a 34B, while she was a 34C when she was pregnant. It gave me peace to be able to offer my kids this kind of luxury, perhaps in a way to compensate for their loss of their mother. I've always been close with both my kids, but ever since my wife had passed, I did notice that both clinged on me more than before. Needless to say, I was very happy with the development, given the circumstances. As I snapped from my thoughts, I opened my son's laptop and unlocked it with my fingerprint. "Let's see what you've been up to lately" I said to myself. As the system-administrator of the house, I had given myself the privilege to grant full access to their laptops. In these times, I'd rather kept a keen eye on what they were up to online. I didn't find much out of the ordinary at first. Just a lot of organized folders, with either homework or games in them. Until my eye caught a folder labelled as "IT stuff", curious as I was that my son might take an interest in my line of work, I opened the folder. My eyes widened as I felt shocked once I saw what was inside the folder. The shock which I felt quickly made room for excitement. As I saw folder after folder, labelled with porn-terms. I was most interested as I saw one folder, simply named "G". Once I opened it, I gasped, as inside, were 3 folders, "Bi", "Twink" and "Daddy". In a way I felt bad for violating something so private, but on the other hand, this was the exact reason why I did check up on my kid's laptops. With trembling fingers, I hovered my mouse onto the "Daddy" folder as I could feel my heartbeat accelerate. In a strange way, as soon as I looked inside the folder, I felt rather relieved than shocked. Hundreds of pictures of older men and twinks in various sexual acts were staring back at me. My cock became rock hard and I couldn't help touching my cock through my pants a bit. As I scrolled through to the end of the folder, I noticed a Word document, simply named "Story". Curious as I was, I opened it and my mouth fell open once I started reading it. Apparently, Ryan wrote a story about us. And not just us, about an evening not too long ago. Emma had gone to bed and it was just Ryan and myself, watching a movie. During the movie he fell asleep and that's where the story differed from reality. As in his story, he woke up to me sucking his cock. I could feel my cock ooze precum as I jumped up a bit when my phone buzzed. It was a text message from Emma, whom asked if it was okay if she went to her friend Lucy after school and if she could stay over for dinner. I quickly replied it was okay, given it was Friday after all. As I send the message, I realized how late it was and I quickly turned off Ryan's laptop. Glad that Emma had send me the message, as I could hear Ryan come in 2 minutes later after I had turned off his laptop. "Hey dad" Ryan greeted me as my mind was filled with ideas of what I had just learned. "Hey buddy! How was school?" I replied back at him as he smiled back to me. "It was a bit boring" he replied before walking over to me and he grabbed his laptop from the table. "I'm going to watch a movie in my room, okay?" he more announced than actually asked for my permission. "Sure buddy, enjoy!" I replied as I noticed my cock was still rock hard. Minutes dragged on and I wondered what Ryan was doing upstairs. A part of me wanted to charge upstairs and tell him what I had seen and read. After a few minutes of doubting, I decided to bring up a snack for him and I sneaked up the stairs, with a candy bar in my trembling hand. Once I was halfway up the stairs I could hear muffled talking coming from his room. By now I was at the second floor and I could see Ryan's door not fully closed while I still couldn't make out what the voices from inside his room were saying. Still inaudible, I could clearly hear 2 different male voices. As I neared his door and was about to swing it open I froze solid. "Have you missed daddy's cock, son?" I heard softly spoken as my eye caught Ryan in the reflection of his mirror. His gaze firmly fixed on his laptop, which was on his lap. His arm was lightly moving and despite I couldn't see where his hand was, I had a pretty good idea what he was doing. In a way, it didn't surprise me, that Ryan was either Bi or just curious. At his age, despite far harder to coming across male on male porn, I was even younger than him when I started to masturbate to gay porn. Out of curiosity off course. Not long after, I "accidently" let my buddy Steve "catch" me and before we knew it, we where jerking each other off. Despite that Steve is now married to Kim(berly), we still play with each other and Kim joins in more often than that she does not. "If you're going to keep sucking me, why don't you call me by my own name?" I heard from Ryan's room as I snapped out of my thoughts. "Jake... Jake..." Ryan mumbled before saying "Naaaa, I'd rather call you dad or daddy". My cock became instantly hard, hearing Ryan calling out my name, in a weird interactive way with his porn. "Suit yourself, now suck my cock boy" the previous voice said as I could see Ryan lick his lips. "Don't mind if I do daddy" Ryan replied to his laptop as another, softer voice said the same words in unison. Despite that I was shocked to learn that my own son, seemed to crave my cock in his mouth, I feared for what would happen if I stepped in. I took in a deep breath as I thought to myself "I can always pretend I didn't hear it and excuse myself for walking in without knocking". I took in a deep breath as I watched Ryan's arm move faster and swung the door open. 2 wide eyes, looking back at me in shock while I watched his hand wrapped around his cock, which immediately froze. "Da-da-dahad!" Ryan exclaimed in a shocked stutter. "It's not what it looks like dad! I swear!" he added as he tried to conceal his raging, boner back into his pants and closed his laptop at the same time. "There's no need to be ashamed son" I said as I stepped in the room while Ryan looked even more terrified back at me. "You're not mad?" Ryan asked me confused. "Why would I be?" I replied in a calm manner, despite I wanted to dash forward and take his beautiful cock into my mouth. "How long have you been listening dad?" Ryan followed up as he struggled to get his hard cock back into his pants. Despite being 14, he seemed to have a nice big cock on him, for his age. Not as big as mine with my 8.5", but I estimated him to be a solid 6.5" to 7". "Long enough to know that you need a helping hand with that" I replied as I nodded my head towards his cock. "Wait! What!?" Ryan exclaimed in shock. "Did I not hear you say that you wanted to suck my cock?" I replied as I felt my heart race in my chest. Depending on his answer, I would plan my next move. I knew that he wouldn't just jump up and get on his knees for me, but if he even acknowledged only for a bit that he craved me, that's where it would become very fun, very fast, for the both of us. Ryan stared back at me in silence, his brain seemingly needing time to process what I just told him. "Hmm?" I replied casually as I tried to urge him to speak. "Fuck!" Ryan exclaimed, clearly in panic, as I could see him tremble from nervosity. "There is no wrong answer here Ryan" I told him calmly, trying to assure him that both a yes or no would suffice. "Would you let me!?" he asked shocked as he seemed to stop to tuck his cock away. "If that is what you want, why not?" I replied back calmly, trying to keep my own nerves down. "And you won't get mad? No matter what I say?" Ryan asked, seemingly making sure I wouldn't get mad at him. "I know it's a big step to take son, just nod yes or no to me. And depending on your nod, I will either walk away and we will never speak of this again. Or..." I replied before pausing. I could see both the tension and excitement on Ryan's face as grinned at him. "Or?" Ryan asked in a soft voice. "Or I will start by jerking your cock" I replied as Ryan's eyes widened again. "If your cock is clean enough, I might even suck it" I added as Ryan's tension seemed to vanish. After 2 seconds of staring to each other, I could see Ryan nod softly "Yes". "Good boy" I replied and I moved towards him. "Wait dad, should I wash up?" Ryan surprised me with his straight forwardness all of a sudden. "If you feel you need to and want me to suck your cock, then wash up and I'll wait here till you return" I replied with a smile. Ryan took in a deep breath as I could hear his breathing shiver before he jumped off his bed and walking awkwardly towards me. "That's my boy" I encouraged him and I dashed forward. I leaned in and without any form of resist Ryan opened his mouth and welcomed my tongue. My hand grabbed his cock and I softly jerked his cock, not wanting him to shoot his load yet while Ryan moaned in my mouth. I broke off the kiss and told him "Be quick about it, daddy is hungry for cock". Ryan's face lighted up and his confidence seemed to return a bit as he dashed off, while I watched his bouncing cock letting precum fly everywhere. **************************** If you liked my story and want to show me support kindly donate to Nifty in my name. 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