Friday

Jack Springer's office chair creaked as he leaned back and rubbed his sore, tired eyes. It was Friday evening, and he had just spent the last six hours staring at his bright laptop screen. He could see it burned into the back of his eyelids. But now that his clients' projects were finished, he was looking forward to a relaxing weekend.

His hands roamed from his eyes around to the back of his neck where he let his fingers massage his sore muscles. After working in front of computers for the past eighteen years, Jack was used to the stiff necks and sore muscles that came with his tech consulting job. On some days, he felt older than his forty-two years. This day was one of them.

The sedentary job forced Jack to join a gym a few years ago, but he wasn't exactly regular with his workouts. His six-foot frame was still in good shape, with clearly defined pecs and abs, and his ass was still round and firm. His wife, Cathy, helped him stay that way by making healthy meals. Compared to some of the guys he saw at the gym, Jack considered himself lucky to have such good genes. He noticed that many women at the gym would check him out, along with a few men. But most importantly, he thought he still looked damn good naked.

He kept his body hairless from his armpits on down, and the pale skin that came with having a desk job accented his full head of dark brown hair and his deep green eyes. His cheekbones showed a European ancestry, and his lips were a bit fuller than most men. Cathy had told him on more than one occasion that his face looked "ruggedly feminine." He wasn't sure what that meant.

His circumcised cock was average length and average girth. He still had no problem getting erections, especially in the mornings or when, much to his embarrassment, at his son's swim competitions. He had a strong sex drive and masturbated frequently, usually in the shower or at his desk while watching porn or reading erotica. His hand was his frequent date because he could no longer count on Cathy, his wife of fifteen years, to satisfy his sexual needs.

Just then he heard the door to his home office open. "I'm going to bed now," Cathy said, as she poked her head inside and looked at Jack. "You look tired."

"Yeah, I am," he mumbled, still trying to work out the kinks in his neck. "I'm just finishing up this project so that I don't have to work on it tomorrow. I hate working for clients on weekends."

"Okay. Good night."

Jack watched her close the door and went back to massaging his neck. He sighed, but not from the relief he was giving himself. He had caught a glimpse of her evening attire‐the same bulky, conservative nightgown that he was used to seeing every night. It did nothing to accent or enhance the beautiful, petite frame that he knew was still there. At forty, she still had perky breasts and a firm ass, or so he assumed. He never really got to see her naked body anymore. He caught brief glimpses of nudity in her overly-conservative panties and bra on those rare occasions when she left the bathroom door cracked, but she went out of her way to hide her body from everyone‐even him. On the few occasions each year that they had sex, Cathy insisted on total darkness. He called it "sex by Braille."

Cathy was much less adventurous in bed than she used to be. She insisted they do it in the bedroom, and only the bedroom, and she wasn't interested in any position except missionary. She would simply lay there, making no sound, until Jack had finished. Then she'd kiss him good night and go to sleep. No foreplay, no oral stimulation, no anal play, and no dirty talk. She was far from the woman he had married.

He could say that her disinterest was the result of two kids and a stressful real estate career, but she handled those responsibilities pretty well. Jack also had the same challenges, but his sex drive hadn't diminished at all. If anything, it was even stronger than it was fifteen years ago. Cathy used to be the same way, but began changing after she became involved with a local church about two years into their marriage.

Up until then, Cathy was never into the church scene. When they were dating, he discovered that she shared many of his objections to religion and mysticism. That was just one of her many attractive qualities. But after her friend and business partner, Diana, invited her to church back when the twins were little, Cathy had shown increasing interest and was now a regular, Bible-thumping member.

The church was one of those evangelical, ultra-conservative, guns and God churches where they believed all of the Bronze Age bullshit in the Bible but never actually read it. Jack was mystified at her interest in such nonsense, and extremely bothered by her insistence that the kids accompany her each Sunday. This led to many heated discussions between the two of them.

He loved and missed the pre-church Cathy‐the fun, sexy, adventurous woman he married fifteen years ago‐and hoped that he could somehow get her back. During the time they were dating in college, and for the first two years of their marriage, they fulfilled each other's sexual needs, no matter how depraved or kinky. They learned all about each other during that time, and found that they both shared the same unconventional fantasies and desires. They both enjoyed anal sex, piss play, bondage, role-playing‐nothing was off the table.

Both of them confessed to being bisexual, and expressed the desire to continue experimenting within the boundaries of their relationship. Jack told her about his sexual experiences with his brother when they were growing up, and his occasional flings with random men. Cathy told him about her incestuous relationship with her mother, and her ongoing bisexual experiences with friends and classmates. During their dating years, they would frequently invite other couples into their sex life. Cathy loved to watch Jack having sex with other men, and he loved to see Cathy devour a pussy or fuck another woman with a strap-on.

Both of them preferred to be naked whenever they could. But when they had to wear clothes, Cathy loved the fact that Jack wore tiny lace thongs and very short shorts. She called them his "booty shorts" because they almost covered his entire ass. She really didn't care for the typical intimate and casual attire that most men wore‐those long, ugly board shorts that might as well be pants, and those long-legged, baggy swimsuits that did nothing to compliment a man's physique. She never really liked boxers or briefs on a man, so she considered herself lucky for finding a guy like Jack who preferred thongs. He liked it when she called them his "panties."

When they went to the beach, Jack would wear his small, tight blue Speedo which left nothing to the imagination, and Cathy would wear the swimsuit that Jack called, "the dental floss bikini," which was basically three small patches of cloth connected by strings. They relished each other's exhibitionism.

Men, and women, were naturally drawn to Cathy. She was mesmerizing, with short, natural blonde hair and rich blue eyes. Her lips were full, and were always adorned with bright red lipstick. She was slim and petite, with small breasts, narrow hips, and a pert, round ass. She was naturally outgoing, and had a witty sense of humor. She knew how to please both men and women, and Jack enjoyed sharing her with everyone.

After their wedding, they moved to another state where Jack started his consulting business and Cathy ventured into real estate with a local firm. They were quick to make new friends, and even found one couple who shared their sexual interests. The two couples got together often to swing, but after that first year their friends moved overseas because of a job reassignment. Without another couple to take their place, their fun was over.

Then, after the twins were born, Cathy started her own real estate business and Jack's consulting business grew bigger. More responsibilities demanded more of their time. But no matter how busy they got, they always found time for dirty, sweaty, passionate sex. It was during these times that they learned even more about each other's secret desires.

Cathy's increasing distance from Jack began appearing soon after she started going to church. The more distant she became, the more frustration Jack felt. It just wasn't like Cathy to suddenly change years of fun, adventurous behavior for a life of pious, outdated morals and beliefs. Her new lifestyle went against everything he knew and loved about her.

He brought his focus back to the open documents on his laptop. He typed a few more lines, entered some figures in a spreadsheet, and closed the apps. He was finished for the week. He rubbed his eyes again, but didn't feel like going to bed. His index finger tapped lightly next to the touch pad as he pondered what to do.

What he really wanted was to start working on an erotic story for Nifty.org. He had discovered the site a few years ago, and was immediately drawn to the taboo nature of many of the stories. He particularly loved the bisexual, incest, and gay categories, and would often masturbate while reading. The more taboo the story, the more intense his orgasm.

Jack imagined himself and Cathy in many of the stories he read. He could easily picture them in a sweaty, undulating pile of flesh in a bisexual orgy, or at a swinger's resort engaging in all manner of depravity. He could also picture himself in a random encounter with a couple of men in the dark, seedy back rooms of a local porn shop, or cruising for encounters at a local park.

But what really excited Jack was his desire to experience family love. That desire began when their twins, Cara and Jayden, were born. He and Cathy had both experienced incestuous love when they were kids, and they both had fond memories of those days. After the twins were born, they both expressed the desire to raise them in a similar environment. They wanted their family to be nudists, and to be free to express their love through sex without shame or regret. Although taboo and generally unacceptable in conservative societies, Jack and Cathy felt that kids growing up in that environment were more well-adjusted and had far less hang-ups than other kids.

Nudity was already common in their home after they were married. Unless they had to do something in their front yard, both of them stayed naked throughout the day and night. Then, after the twins were born, they continued that practice. For the next two years they allowed their kids to see them without restrictions at all times, whether naked, using the bathroom, or having sex. After the kids were potty-trained, they, too, never wore clothing around the house. Jack and Cathy even accommodated the kid's curiosity by allowing them to touch or play with any part of their parents' bodies when they wanted to. They also played with the kids in a similar fashion.

But now, Cara and Jayden were thirteen, and Jack hadn't seen them naked in over a decade. It was shortly after the twins turned two when Cathy began attending church. After that, she insisted that everyone be clothed, and the kids were not to see them naked, or in any sort of sexual activity. Of course, as time went by their sexual activities became much less frequent so there was really nothing for the kids to see. Cathy closed herself off to Jack, no longer interested in being adventurous and free-spirited. She prevented Jack from seeing her naked on most occasions, even though he tried his best to sneak a peek here and there.

She tried her best to impose her new conservative Christian lifestyle on Jack and the kids. She now hated for him to wear thongs and "booty shorts,", but he refused to alter his lifestyle because of her fanaticism. The twins, now growing into their own unique personalities and discovering their budding sexuality, wore clothing around the house similar to Jack's‐the bare minimum. This was a big source of contention between Jack and Cathy, and resulted in occasional arguments.

Because of their mother being the way she was, Cara and Jayden had grown closer to Jack over the years. They still loved their mom, but because of her rigid attitude, her constant complaints about their appearance, and her habit of forcing them to attend church, she was more of an obstacle to avoid than a source of love and comfort when they needed it. They were entering a time in their lives when they needed a parent to help them with questions about their bodies, their relationships, and their hang-ups. Most of these things wouldn't be an issue if they had grown up in the environment that Jack and Cathy had originally planned. But they didn't, and Jack was the only parent they trusted, and the only one they felt comfortable with. Cathy resented that, and it was just another reason for the increasing distance between them.

The sound of a soft knock on his office door startled him out of his thoughts. The door opened quietly. "Just wanted to say good night, Daddy."

He looked up to see his thirteen-year-old daughter walk in. His breath caught as it always did when seeing Cara. She was a spitting image of Cathy. She was petite, with her mother's blond hair and blue eyes, and full, pouty lips that were always begging to be kissed, or curled up in a seductive way when she was trying to get something out of her dad. She had the beginning of small breasts, with nipples that were always poking into the tight, thin tops she wore. Her hips were narrow, like her mother's, and she had the cutest round ass. He may have been biased, but he felt that she was the most gorgeous teenage girl on the planet. He was completely in love with her.

She was wearing her usual nighttime attire when she walked in‐a thin white crop top that fit like a mold over her pointy mounds, and a pair of thin, baby blue shorts that were so tight they seemed to be painted on. The shorts hugged every crack and crevice, and the very bottom of her ass cheeks peeked out. They also gave her the cutest camel toe he had ever seen. Her shirt was semi-transparent, and her pink, quarter-size areolas stood out as two large fuzzy spots underneath the fabric. In the center of each were the continually escaping nipples that always drew Jack's attention. This was an outfit that Cathy hated, and one that caused many arguments between mother and daughter. She always blamed Jack for the way the kids dressed at home.

Cara walked over and Jack instinctively parted his legs so that she could stand close. She leaned down, put her arms around his neck and laid her head on his shoulder. Jack felt her warm breath caressing his neck, and smelled the sweet floral scent of her shampoo. Her body felt warm and inviting, and he quickly felt his arousal growing obvious in his shorts. She always had that effect on him.

Cara lifted her head from his shoulder and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. Both kids preferred to kiss him that way and had been doing it for years. This was yet another thing Cathy hated, partly because she considered it inappropriate, and partly because she was jealous of Jack receiving the kind of affection that they wouldn't give her.

As Cara stood up, she briefly glanced down to his crotch where she saw the obvious bulge in his tight shorts, and the tiny wet spot created by his precum. She smiled. "Is that because of me, Daddy?" She gave him an exaggerated look of innocence, then laughed.

That was one of many things he loved about his kids. As they had grown older, they felt more comfortable around him, and weren't at all shy about discussing any topic or teasing each other, even if it was sexual in nature. They talked and joked and used words that they could never get away with around their mother. It created a bond between them that Jack relished.

"Yeah," he laughed. "You're just so damn gorgeous." He smiled at her, then said, "Good night, Baby. Don't stay up too late." She loved it when he called her "Baby" when her mom wasn't around.

"But Daddy," she replied, giving him a big smile. "It's the weekend. There's no school tomorrow."

"I know, Baby," he said. "But you still have some shopping to do with Mom. You know how she likes to hit the stores early."

Cara's smile quickly faded as she realized her dad was right. She grumbled under her breath. "She's no fun," Cara said, as she turned and headed for the door.

"Don't I know it," Jack whispered to himself. He watched his daughter's round, baby blue-painted ass moving seductively as she walked to the door. He felt his cock twitch again.

After his daughter closed the door behind her, Jack thought about the casual relationship he had with his kids. They joked around at times, and sometimes it was sexual in nature, but he had never crossed a line with them. He wanted to, but he had never discussed this with them and he didn't know what their reaction would be. Plus, with Cathy around, it was a risk he didn't want to take.

He closed his eyes and thought about his daughter as his fingernails gently slid over his length, then over the ridge of his glans where the wet spot was forming. A jolt of pleasure shot through his groin and his cock grew even harder. He thought about watching some porn to take care of his needs, but he remembered a recent Nifty story that he loved and wanted to email the author.

He sat down at his desk and opened up his laptop, then activated his VPN. He pulled up his browser and navigated to Nifty.org, clicking through to the story. He highlighted the email address of the author and pasted it into his email app, then began typing:

He closed the email app and went back to the browser, pulling up the latest stories in the Bisexual/Incest category. There was a new one called, "Timmy's First Time with Dad and Aunt Rachel," and he clicked on it. He felt his cock already responding as he pushed his shorts and thong down to his ankles. He grabbed a hold of the swollen shaft as he began reading.

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Jack made his way to bed about twenty minutes later. He slipped out of his clothes and quietly crawled into bed amid the soft breathing of his wife. He reached over and brushed her thigh, feeling the material of her night clothes. He sighed. Jack longed for the days when they both slept naked.

His thoughts wandered as he tried hard to fall asleep. He had recently begun to suspect that Cathy may be having an affair, which would partly explain her increasing distance and lack of passion. He knew her religious attitudes played a big part in the distance, and she hated the fact that Jack wouldn't attend church with her. But it was more than that. There were little signs here and there that Jack began to notice.

One suspicion he had was her extra church activities during the week. She used to only attend the Wednesday night prayer service, but several months ago she told Jack that she had joined a "missionary support group" and they met every Monday night. But unlike the prayer service, she would never talk about the other group or what they did, and Jack would notice that when she came home on Monday nights she would head straight for the shower and then into bed.

As much as he hated the thought of his wife cheating on him, Jack knew that the old Cathy would have simply shared her lover with Jack‐male or female. He knew, though, that if she was having an affair, it would be with a male. Her religion was against same-sex relationships. He figured that it was a man from her church, someone who shared her beliefs and strict moral code. A moral code that apparently included adultery.

As Jack laid there frustrated and alone with his thoughts, his hand wandered down his leg and came to rest on his flaccid cock. He cupped his penis and balls, feeling the warmth of his genitals and the smooth, hairless skin. He imagined his whole family naked on the beach, occasionally playing with themselves and each other, and soon fell fast asleep.

Saturday

The sun's rays sneaked through the bedroom window and danced along the covers of the bed where Jack stirred. Cathy was already up, and the room was silent. He stretched his body and listened for the sounds of activity in the house. The faint smell of breakfast invaded his nostrils as he climbed out of bed and let out a lingering yawn. Just then, his son, Jayden, walked into the bedroom and saw his naked father.

"Oh! Sorry, Dad," he said, glancing down at his father's cock. "I thought you were still asleep." His young face turned a light shade of red.

It was then that Jack realized he was in "morning wood" mode, and his cock was pointed straight at his son. "That's okay, Tiger," he told his son. "I was just about to take a shower. Did you need something?" Jack looked around for something to cover himself, but then decided to just let Jayden gaze at his naked body. Being naked in front of his kids was something he had wanted to do anyway, and it excited him.

"Um, I was just going to use your bathroom because Cara has been in the other one forever." He tried to make eye contact with his dad, but his focus kept returning to the large erect cock in front of him.

Jack couldn't help but think about how fast his son was growing up. Jayden was exhibiting the same curiosity as Jack at that age. He remembered seeing his own father naked as he peeked into the bathroom one morning, and was mesmerized by his cock in much the same way Jayden was now entranced by his. Jack smiled as he noticed a growing bulge in his son's cute, tight shorts. Just like his dad, he thought.

Jack looked down at his cock and chuckled. "Yeah, this happens a lot in the morning." Then he added, with a smirk, "Does yours do this, too?"

Jayden finally looked in his dad's eyes and smiled. "Yeah. Every morning." He looked back down at his new fascination, then added, "And a lot during the day."

Jack smiled. "Yeah, I remember those days. It would happen to me when I was in the shower after gym class. All the guys would get boners in the shower, so it really wasn't embarrassing. But it was when I would get them in class at random times!"

Jack noticed the boy's swelling getting bigger. His son was clearly aroused when looking at cocks, and talking about them. He had often wondered about his son's sexual orientation. He exhibited many feminine-like behaviors, and preferred to wear clothes that weren't typical of boys these days, much like his father at that age. Both he and his twin sister wore the same type of casual clothes‐anything super short and super tight. He wondered if it was genetic.

His son was also on the school swim team, preferring to hang around boys that were similar to him rather than the loud, obnoxious jocks on the football team. He was much more comfortable in a pair of skimpy Speedos than in a full uniform with numerous body pads. The swim team called themselves "The Tigersharks," and Jack's nickname for him came from that moniker.

"Um, Dad?" Jayden asked. "I didn't know you shaved down there."

Jack looked down at his erect cock. "Yeah. I have ever since high school. Do you like it?" Jack was trying to gauge his son's interest in male genitalia.

"Yeah, it looks cool." He continued to stare at his dad's hairless cock and balls. "Mr. Jackson, our swim coach, shaves his, too."

"He does? You've seen his cock?"

"Yeah. He showers with the team. And he usually has a boner, too," Jayden snickered.

Jack noticed that his son's bulge was now quite large, and a tiny wet spot was forming in the front. Jayden definitely liked cocks.

"Hey, Dad?" Jayden asked, his eyes still caressing his dad's leaking shaft.

"Yes, Tiger?"

"Can I shave mine, too?"

Jack chuckled. "Sure! But don't tell your mother. I'll probably need to show you how to do it the first time, so you don't injure yourself. Do you have a lot of hair?"

Jayden shook his head. "Not a lot. I can barely see it."

"Okay. Well, if you ever want to learn how, I'll be glad to show you."

"Awesome! Thanks, Dad." Jayden said, a big smile on his face.

Jack laughed. "Go ahead and use the bathroom, then run off to breakfast before your mother comes looking for you."

Jack thought about jumping in the shower while his son used the bathroom, and letting Jayden gaze more at his erection. He also wanted to see his son's cock while he peed, and see him shaking it off when he was finished. Perhaps he'd get to see it grow a little. But he didn't want to risk Cathy walking in on them.

As soon as his son was finished, Jack headed for the shower. He knew it wouldn't take long to relieve himself as he imagined showing his son how to shave his cock.

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After breakfast, Cathy and Cara headed to the store for some shopping, and Jayden went to his best friend's house down the street. Jack had a few projects to do around the house, but decided to check his email before getting started. He opened up his laptop and pulled up his email app. There, in the inbox, was a reply from the Nifty author:

Jack took a moment to absorb what he had just read. The author claimed that his story was true, which was hard enough to believe. But it all came about because of a magical writing app?

Yeah, sure. Writers! Some of them can be quite eccentric, thought Jack.

He sat there for a while, lost in thought and staring at his screen. He really wanted to work on his story but he couldn't afford to get distracted with fairy tales. A magical writing app, indeed! He laughed out loud as he shut down his laptop and went to work on his projects.

---

After dinner that night, the family gathered in the living room to watch a movie. Jack really wasn't paying attention, though, and let his thoughts wander to the email he received earlier that day. As absurd as it sounded, he really wanted to believe that a magical writing app could make his dreams come true. But logic and reason told him that it was simply impossible. The author's story, if true, had to be coincidence and not the result of any hocus pocus. But still, he really could use all the help he could get.

He knew that it wouldn't be too difficult to convince the twins to adopt the lifestyle he wanted. They may be hesitant at first with the whole family love thing, but he was certain that they would easily agree to the nudity. His interactions with them were intimate and casual enough already. They just needed that gentle push.

The biggest obstacle was Cathy. Each day saw her drink more of the Kool-aid and fall deeper into the rabbit hole. Jack had no delusions that he could convince her to change. It just wouldn't happen. Not without a little magic.

He looked over at his daughter, who was sitting in the lounge chair and dressed in her ultra-tight shorts and thin crop top‐the outfit her mother hated and he adored. Her legs were spread wide, with one hanging over the left armrest. Her camel toe was more prominent than usual in the faint light of the television‐looking like her young pussy was simply painted in a soft hue of baby blue. Every crack and crevice were visible. The small bumps on her chest stood out in the soft light, and her nipples poked into the fabric and created little shadows on the surface. Jack felt his cock start to swell in his shorts and casually adjusted himself. He couldn't afford to let Cathy see him with an obvious erection during family movie time.

He glanced down to the floor in front of the television where Jayden was laying on his back with his head propped up with a pillow. His shorts were as short and tight as his sister's. He could see the small bulge in his crotch and the faint outline of his circumcised cock. It was obvious that he wasn't wearing underwear. His t-shirt fit tightly to his firm, swimmer's torso, and his nipples were two dark spots under the white fabric and, like his sister, were constantly rigid and noticeable. Jack felt the tightness in his shorts increase. He crossed his legs and tried to concentrate on the movie.

He needed to change the family dynamics soon, or risk losing the chance for good. He was convinced more than ever that he needed help if he was going to make this happen. He decided to give the magical app a try.

---

After the movie was over, the kids headed to their bedrooms and Cathy took the empty popcorn bowl and glasses to the kitchen. Jack followed her in.

"I was thinking," he began, sitting down at the kitchen table. "You know how I've been wanting to write a book?"

"Sure. I know you've talked about it before." she replied.

"Well," he continued, "I really want to get serious about it. I can carve out some time here and there, mostly in the evenings, and see how far I can get. It means that I may not be able to join you in watching TV most nights," he said.

Cathy's reaction showed indifference. "It's okay, Honey. I understand. If this is something you want to do then I can survive a few nights a week without you."

Jack watched her as she went back to cleaning up the dishes. Her reaction wasn't unexpected, and he wondered if she had completely lost interest in spending time with him. Given his suspicions about an extramarital affair, it was very likely.

"What's the book about, anyway?" she asked.

"Oh, it's just a sci-fi story I've been slowly developing for a couple of years," he lied.

"Okay." Cathy kept busying herself in the kitchen as Jack turned to leave.

"I think I'll get started on it tonight," he said. Jack left the kitchen and walked down the hall to his office. Part of him felt bad for lying to his wife, but he couldn't tell her the truth. Besides, her reaction indicated that she really didn't care what he did.

Jack walked past his son's room and noticed the door open just slightly. Flashes of light and sounds of monsters and gunfire indicated that Jayden was playing a video game. He peeked in and saw his son sitting on his bed with his back against the headboard, dressed only in his small, tight shorts. He had ditched his shirt. His smooth, toned chest and abdomen stood out in the dim light of the game.

Cara was laying on her stomach beside him, using her tablet. Her body was up against his leg, and she had her right leg bent up with the foot resting on his shoulder. Jack wasn't surprised. Like most other twins, Jayden and Cara had always been very close. They spent a lot of time together doing homework, talking, listening to each other's problems, or just relaxing like they were doing now. It wasn't unusual to see them hug or touch each other casually. They were best friends.

He watched Jayden for a minute, thinking of their morning encounter. During pauses in the game, he saw Jayden reach down and rub his cock through the fabric, arousing it and making it grow larger. He was surprised to see Jayden do that with his sister laying right beside him. But considering how close and comfortable they were with each other, he figured they probably did things like that without even thinking. He really wanted to keep watching, but Cathy would be coming down the hallway soon.

He made his way to his office and closed the door behind him. He sat down at his desk and opened up his laptop. As he was waiting for Windows to load, Jack was lost in thought. He just couldn't get the author's email out of his head. It sounded so absurd, yet he was intrigued beyond rationality. Why was it bugging him so much?

He snapped out of his thoughts and opened up his browser and went to his email account. Without a second thought he clicked on the attachment from Charles and saved it to his desktop, then scanned it for viruses and malware. When it came up clean, he installed it.

Once the app finished installing, he opened it up and was greeted by a warning screen:

Jack read through the warning and his heart started pounding. Could this be real, or was this simply an elaborate hoax? After hesitating, he clicked `I Agree.'

The app opened up to a standard word processing screen. Jack was used to working with Microsoft Word, and this looked very similar. His heart continued to pound as he stared at the blank document. How should he begin the story? He decided to test it first, to see if it actually works.

He thought about his first fantasy, the one in which the whole family becomes nudists, and how his wife sheds her conservative attitudes and lifestyle. That would be the perfect test to determine if this was all just a farce. He placed his fingers on the keyboard and started typing:

Jack paused his typing and stretched his arms. He felt flushed, and his heart beat rapidly from imagining the story he had just written. He looked down at his lap and saw his cock trying to escape from his shorts. He was about to pull them off and take care of himself when he realized that Cathy hadn't yet stopped by to say good night. He thought he better wait.

He sat there for a while, thinking about where to take the story. Then, he opened up his browser and pulled up Nifty to see if there were any new stories. He found one and started reading, thinking that it might give him some inspiration. A few minutes later, the office door opened and Cathy's head peered inside. She was already dressed in her conservative sleeping attire, and Jack rolled his eyes. She told him good night and closed the door.

He raised his ass off the seat and hooked his thumbs under the waistband. He pushed his shorts and thong down to his ankles, feeling the cool air around his balls. He grabbed his cock and began stroking, the images from his story quickly bringing him to a powerful orgasm.

After cleaning himself up, he headed down the hall to his bedroom. He walked past Cara's room and saw her light shining under the door. He heard the twins talking and giggling. He smiled.

He walked into his bedroom and found his wife already sound asleep. He crawled into bed after removing his clothes. The cool sheets felt good on his naked body. His thoughts drifted to the story he had just written, hoping that his new magical writing app would be working in the morning. Before long, he was gently snoring.

Sunday

The sound of the shower greeted Jack as he slowly awakened. The sun's morning rays danced playfully around the bedroom as Jack let himself stretch away his stiffness. Lowering the covers, he barely noticed his morning erection. He remembered his story from the night before and how it all started. Could it actually be coming true?

Just then, he heard the shower stop. He slowly got out of bed, watching the bathroom door and listening to the soft humming of his wife. His heart thumped rapidly, and his erect cock was keeping time with the beat. Suddenly, the door opened and out walked Cathy wearing a full-length robe and a towel wrapped around her head. His shoulders slumped and his smile vanished.

"Honey, you shouldn't stand naked in the bedroom," she said, barely glancing his way. "The kids might see you." She walked over and closed the bedroom door, clearly irritated.

His heart sank as he realized his story was not coming true. As he feared, the app may be a big hoax. He had let himself believe that all this was possible, and now he felt like a complete idiot.

"And honestly," she continued, a look of exasperation on her face, "I thought it was only teenage boys that get erections in the morning." Cathy grabbed some clothes and walked back into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.

Jack's cock quickly deflated, hanging as low as the frown on his face. Why did he let himself believe that he could change the course of his family with a "magical" writing app? He crawled back into bed and waited for Cathy to finish in the bathroom.

After his shower, he picked out a cute, red lace thong to wear under his shorts, slipped on a t-shirt and headed to breakfast. Cathy barely made eye contact with him, and there was very little conversation between them at the table. He didn't feel like talking anyway.

The kids were still in their night clothes and discussing the latest things that distracted kids these days. He wasn't paying much attention to what they were saying. But he did notice their occasional glances his way, and their shared smiles like they had a big secret between them. They had been doing that for the past several months, and it wasn't just at mealtime. He noticed it whenever he was around them.

After breakfast, Cathy and the kids headed to church and Jack went to his office. He opened up his laptop and sat there wondering if he should abandon the whole idea of writing erotic stories. If they weren't going to come true, what was the point?

He opened up his email, found the message from Charles, and clicked "Reply." He started typing:

He hit "Send" and closed his email app. He put his laptop to sleep and headed to the garage to work on some projects. With everyone gone, he appreciated the solitude. He didn't feel like being around anyone for a few hours.

---

After working in the garage for a while, Jack went into the kitchen to grab some lunch. He took it to his office where he decided to eat and browse the news. He noticed a popup message telling him he had a new email. He opened it up and saw that it was from Charles. He cringed. Did he really want to deal with this guy? He reluctantly opened up the message and started reading.

Jack sat back in his chair, absorbing what he had just read. He felt awful for accusing Charles of pranking him, and for letting his expectations cloud his judgement. His desire to change the family dynamics needed to be reined in a little, or at least he needed a little more patience. Maybe he would lower his expectations and give this another shot.

The idea of continuing the story was exciting, and Jack felt his spirits lifting. Even if the app didn't perform its magic, at least he would have a story he could masturbate to that involved his family. He vowed to work on it again that night, already knowing what direction he wanted to take. Just the thought of it made his cock react.

Jack logged off and went to finish his projects. Cathy and the kids arrived home soon after, and before he knew it, the day was gone and dinner was ready. He walked into the kitchen where Cathy was setting the table. She glanced at him and noticed his usual skimpy attire, and frowned.

"How was church?" he asked, immediately regretting the question.

Cathy perked up. "Oh, the sermon today was especially good," she said. "The pastor talked about the Biblical definition of marriage and family, and how God intended it to be a union between a godly husband and a godly wife, and also between them and him."

So, God is really into threesomes, he joked to himself.

Jack tried his best to look interested as Cathy continued, but he hoped the kids would walk in soon so that they could distract Cathy and end this annoying topic. He could only imagine what ancient bullshit the preacher had spewed about modern marriages, especially when the preacher himself was probably having an affair or sucking off young boys in a back room of the church. That was pretty much the norm these days.

"And when the husband or wife is not godly,' she continued, much to his irritation, "and refuses to accept a personal relationship with the Lord, then God frowns on their marriage, and doesn't bless it. The husband or wife should seek a more godly partner."

Jack was barely paying attention until that last part about finding another partner. Was this Cathy's way of telling him that she was looking for a man who was more like her? The pieces were starting to fall into place now. His suspicions of an affair with another church member made perfect sense now.

"And that's why I think you should come to church with us, Honey," he heard her say. "I think you would learn a lot."

Yeah, a lot of bullshit.

He couldn't believe that she was so deep into her pious lifestyle that she was now willing to throw their marriage away in exchange for a life filled with delusional aspirations of pleasing an invisible god who wanted to be a part of every thought, feeling, and decision in her life, and apparently enjoyed interfering in a couple's sex life.

Not wanting to get into an argument, Jack tried changing the subject. "Oh, I meant to tell you," he said. "I fixed the small garage door so it doesn't get stuck anymore."

Without looking up from her dinner preparation, Cathy replied, "That's nice, Honey."

He could see her irritation at the change of subject. There was an awkward silence for a moment, then Cathy said, "Our missionary support group is going to Atlanta next weekend for the annual conference. I've already told the kids about it, and they're planning to have Derek and Brea over for the weekend. I hope you don't mind."

"Oh. Okay." Jack couldn't remember if she had mentioned that before. "When do you fly out?"

"Friday morning. But you don't need to worry about driving me to the airport. Josh is picking me up."

Jack noticed the light pink color in her cheeks. "Josh, huh? That's nice of him. I don't remember you mentioning him before."

"I'm sure that I have," she lied. "He's the leader of our group, and the assistant pastor of the church."

After all these years together, Jack could tell when Cathy was nervous, or deliberately trying to hide something. He wondered if this conference was all a lie, and if she was really just spending the weekend with Josh.

"Okay. Well, just be sure to give me the number to your hotel in case there's an emergency and I can't reach you on your cellphone." Jack saw her fidget around with the dishes, and noticed that her cheeks were still flushed.

"Sure, Honey."

Jack thought about dropping the subject, but decided to go on. He got a justifiable pleasure from seeing her squirm. "Isn't that a holiday weekend? I mean, hotel rates have to be outrageous. The church must be making you guys share rooms." He saw a hint of a smile cross her lips, then fade away.

"Um, yeah. That's the plan. I think I'm sharing a room with Marlene."

"Well, I hope Marlene doesn't snore," he laughed, knowing full well she'd probably never be sleeping anywhere near Marlene.

Cathy laughed with him. "No, he doesn't." She quickly realized her mistake. She had said he. "I mean, she told me she doesn't," she quickly added, hoping Jack hadn't heard her mistake.

And there it was. Whether the conference was legitimate or not, she had slipped up and confirmed to Jack that there was something going on between her and Josh. Cathy looked extremely nervous now and tried changing the conversation.

"Oh, I meant to tell you," she began, fumbling with something in the refrigerator. "Jayden's swim team has added another day of practice this week, so Derek's mom will be bringing him home on Wednesday."

Before Jack could respond, the kids came bouncing into the kitchen, holding hands and laughing.

"Hi, Daddy!" said Cara, giving him a big smile.

"Hi, Dad," Jayden said, looking down at his father's crotch as if to get another chance to see his bare cock.

Although Jayden couldn't see it, his cock reacted as it always did when he saw them wearing their usual erection-inducing apparel. He saw Cathy glance at them and frown. Jack could relate.

As usual, Cathy insisted on saying a prayer before the meal. It was a minor irritation for Jack, but it gave him a few seconds to gaze uninterrupted at his wife and kids, undressing them with his eyes. They really were beautiful, and if everything went according to plan, he would no longer need to use his imagination when picturing them naked. Cathy's "amen" shook him out of his moment of lust.

They had the usual discussions as they ate dinner, and Jack's thoughts would frequently wander to his story. As he finished taking a bite of food, the fork slipped from his fingers and fell onto the floor. He bent down to retrieve it and happened to glance toward the kids' side of the table. What he saw made him catch his breath.

His daughter had her left hand between her spread legs and her fingers were gliding over the outside of her tight shorts through her camel toe. He saw her fingers slide up and down through her slit, pausing at the top to press against her small clit. He noticed a small wet spot forming in the center of her slit. She was rubbing her pussy!

Movement next to her caught his attention, and he looked over to see his son with his left hand between his legs as well. His fingers were caressing the stiff bulge in his shorts. He saw the outline of his son's glans, and the small wet spot forming where the tip of his cock ended.

Had his kids been doing this during every meal? Did each of them know that the other one was doing the same thing? He had so many questions, and the sight of them playing with themselves aroused him deeply.

"Are you alright, Honey," asked Cathy, suddenly bringing him back to reality. Jack quickly retrieved his fork and sat back upright. He looked at her and smiled.

"Yeah," he replied. "I noticed a piece of lint on my leg when I picked up my fork," he lied.

Cathy looked at him, noticing his flushed face. "Okay," she said.

The rest of the dinner was uneventful, and soon everyone went their separate ways. Jack told his wife that he was going to work a little more on his "book," and walked to his office.

He sat there, staring at his screen and replaying the images in his head of the kids fondling themselves at dinner. He had never really thought about them being horny all the time, but it made sense. They were at that age where sex was constantly on their minds, and they had discovered how to pleasure themselves.

He remembered his own sexual awakening, and how he and his younger brother would experiment together whenever their parents weren't around. He thought back to those fond memories when the two of them would practice kissing, masturbate together, suck each other's cock, and eventually fuck each other.

Those memories were having an effect on Jack, and he looked down to see his cock straining against the fabric of his shorts. He felt a little precum leaking out onto his leg as he opened up the writing app and continued the story:

Jack finished typing and leaned back in his chair, reading what he had just written. By the time he was finished, he had his shorts and thong around his ankles and his cock buried in his fist. He stroked himself furiously. Before long, he was wiping globs of cum from his chest and abdomen. He licked his fingers clean.

Damn, that's hot!, he thought to himself. This magic app better work soon!

Exhausted, Jack shut everything down and headed to bed. On the way down the hall, he passed Cara's room and, as usual, the light was on and he thought he heard the sound of moaning. He pressed his ear to the door, but after hearing nothing else for a minute, he decided to head to his room.

Monday

The next morning, everything was back to normal for Jack. The family was still wearing clothes and his wife was still a Bible-thumping prude. Jack hoped that the writing app would soon recognize the end of the story.

Sitting at the breakfast table, he decided to see if the kids would again be playing with themselves. Instead of risking Cathy's suspicion, he secretly took his phone out of his pocket and held it under the table. He casually glanced down and opened up the camera app and switched to video. He then pointed it toward the kids and held it there while he ate.

As everyone finished up, he slipped his phone into his pocket and helped Cathy clean up. Soon, the kids left for school and Cathy left for work. Jack went to his office and sat down at his desk. He pulled out his phone and launched the video.

The first few minutes were rather boring, but then he noticed Jayden's hand move down to his crotch and begin rubbing his cock through his pants. He could see the bulge growing inside the fabric. Then he noticed Cara's hand slip inside her pants. He saw her fingers moving around underneath the fabric, sliding over her pussy lips.

Jack suddenly found himself unconsciously stroking his cock and didn't remember pulling it out. Soon, he was cleaning himself up and starting work for the day. He couldn't wait to get back to his story later that night.

---

"Honey, it's only for tonight. Barbara is out of town so we can't meet at her house as usual." Cathy was explaining it all to Jack as he helped her set the dinner table. Her missionary support group, which he now knew was real, was coming over at seven o'clock, much to Jack's objections. But there was little he could do about it, so he decided it wasn't worth fighting over. Besides, he might catch a glimpse of Josh, Cathy's suspected lover.

"Okay," he said. "I guess that will give me time to work on my book." He was actually glad that he could do more writing, but he still didn't like the idea of Cathy's religious friends in his home. As long as he didn't have to interact with them, he could tolerate it for one night.

After dinner, he changed into his shorts and decided to go without a t-shirt, then retired to his office. It wasn't long after that when he heard his wife's group show up. He snuck down the dark hallway and peaked around the corner into the living room. He noticed about a half dozen people, most of them women who were dressed very conservatively. He saw Cathy sitting next to a tall, blonde man on the couch.

They were sitting so close that their shoulders and knees were touching, and as the group talked, he noticed her occasionally placing a hand on his leg as she laughed at one of his jokes. He casually touched her hand as they talked about the missionary work they wanted to support, and she gazed at him as if he was Jesus Christ himself and she was on her knees giving him a blowjob. They were trying not to be obvious, but he was certain the others could see their flirtation.

Jack noticed that Josh was one of those ruggedly handsome men, the kind that looked like they stepped out of a Patagonia catalog. Along with the short dirty-blonde hair, he had dark brown eyes, a square jaw with a two-day growth of stubble, and what appeared to be an athletic body under his tight jeans and the t-shirt that read, "I Took a DNA Test, and God is my Father." Wow. Just, wow.

But he could see why Cathy liked him. The man was gorgeous. Too bad this wasn't the old Cathy, the one who would share him with Jack. The one who would watch Jack and Josh in a sixty-nine from the corner of the room and furiously masturbate herself into a coma.

He watched them for a few more minutes, then headed back to his office. He slipped out of his shorts, knowing Cathy would be busy for a while then probably go straight to bed. He sat at his desk in a dark blue thong and felt the air flow through the lace and stimulate his cock. After thinking about the story's direction, he continued typing:

A knock on his office door startled Jack. He quickly minimized the app, then looked over to see the door slowly open. It was then that he realized he was only dressed in his thong.

"Dad?" he heard his son say as he poked his head inside. "Can I talk to you?"

Jack knew that it was too late to grab his shirt and cover himself. Then he remembered that Jayden had seen his erect cock a couple mornings ago and decided that he didn't need to be modest. "Sure, Tiger," he replied. "What's up?"

Jayden walked in and stood in front of his dad. His eyes grew wide when he saw what his dad was wearing.

"Are you wearing girl panties?" Jayden saw the flesh tone of his dad's cock through the lace.

Jack laughed. "They look like women's panties, but they're made for men. It's a thong." He noticed Jayden continue to stare. "Do you like them?"

Jayden's answer could be seen in the swelling in his shorts. "Umm...," he stammered. "Yeah, I do. They're really cute."

"Yes, they are. I've worn thongs ever since high school."

"Really? Why?"

"Well, for one thing, they feel much better than normal men's underwear. They're softer on my skin and gentler on my cock and balls. But they also look sexy. I like to see myself in them."

"Oh." Jayden continued to stare. "Does Mom like to see you wear them?"

"She used to, but not anymore."

"Because of her religion?" asked Jayden.

"Well, I'm sure that's it, but I don't think thongs are mentioned in the Bible," laughed Jack. "There's a Bible verse that says men can't wear women's clothes, and women can't wear men's clothes. It's all bullshit anyway. But if you Google the history of thongs, you'll see that loin cloths and other garments like thongs were first worn by men. But I'm sure your mother uses the Bible verse to justify her belief that I shouldn't wear them."

"Yeah. I heard her getting mad at Cara for wearing a bikini to a swimming party. She said it wasn't good for a girl to show a lot of skin."

"It's sad what your mother has become. But you have to do what you like, not what other people like or believe." He patted his son's leg and smiled.

Between talking about thongs, and Jayden staring at his crotch, Jack was producing a noticeable bulge. He noticed that Jayden was clearly aroused as well.

"Can I wear thongs, too?" Jack heard the growing excitement in his voice.

Jack smiled. "I'm sure you can when you get older. Right now, your mom definitely wouldn't let you wear them, and you may get teased at school."

Jack saw the look of disappointment on his son's face. He was clearly trying to grow into his sexuality, and showed many of the same interests that Jack had shown at that age. He felt bad for letting him down.

"Were you teased at school because you wore them?" asked Jayden.

"Only once. I had a really good friend who knew karate, and he threatened to beat up anyone that made fun of me."

"Really? That's cool!"

"Yeah. So, what's on your mind, Tiger?"

"Well, I was wondering if I could talk to you about something."

"Sure! Pull up the other chair and let's talk," said Jack. "What can I help you with?"

"Well," Jayden started. "Is there any way I can get out of going to church? I already asked Mom, and she said, no, I have to go."

Jack could instantly feel his blood pressure rising. This was a subject that he and Cathy fought over occasionally, and he couldn't understand her insistence on dragging the kids to church if they didn't want to go. It was one thing for her to expose herself to all the bullshit, but to expose the kids was, in his mind, child abuse.

"Well, Tiger. I wish I could help, but I know if I tell Mom that you can stay home, it will just cause another big fight between us."

Jayden's look of disappointment broke Jack's heart. "I'm sorry, Son. I wish I could just wave a magic wand and change your mother's mind." Ironically, he was trying to change all this himself with a little magic.

"I know, Dad. It's just that everything they say in church is bullshit."

Jack nodded his head and tried to give his son a reassuring smile. His heart swelled when he realized that Jayden was turning into an echo of himself at that age. He was so proud of his boy.

"But, Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"It's also the hate. I mean, the way they talk about gay and trans people gets me really mad."

"It gets me mad, too, Tiger. But that's Christianity. They say that they love everybody, but then turn around and say that the people they don't like are all going to hell."

"Yeah. It sucks."

They sat in silence for a moment. Jack's heart continued to swell with pride. Jayden was obviously an intelligent and caring young man.

"Do you have any gay or trans friends?" asked Jack. He already suspected that Jayden was gay or bisexual, and his best friend, Derek, almost certainly was.

"Yeah. A few."

"Do they go to church?"

"One of them does, but only because his dad forces him to go. My other friends don't go because they don't want to hear all the hate."

"Yeah, I don't blame them." Jack saw a look in his son's eyes that told him he wanted to say more.

"So, this gay friend that goes to church. He's forced to go, too?"

"Yeah. His dad thinks that the church can cure him of being gay."

"Wow. That's pretty fucked up."

"Yeah, totally. Mom even said one time that she hopes Cara and I don't turn out that way."

"She said that?"

"Yeah, on the way home from church one day."

"Wow." And this from a woman who once loved to eat pussy and fuck women with strap-ons, thought Jack.

Jack leaned forward a little and looked in his son's eyes. "Can I tell you a little secret?" he whispered.

"Sure, Dad."

"You promise not to tell anyone?"

"Cross my heart, Dad."

"Okay, good. Well, I'm bisexual. And your mom used to be, too. Actually, I'm sure she still is. It's not really something you have control over." He looked closely at Jayden, and saw his eyes grow big and his mouth drop open. It felt good to tell his son about his sexual orientation, and he hoped it would allow Jayden to open up and trust Jack with his own secrets.

"Really, Dad? You like...?"

"Yes. I like both women and men. Always have."

Jayden still had a look of shock on his face. "Wow. Umm..., that's awesome, Dad!"

Jack let out a little laugh. "Thanks. I'm glad you approve, Tiger." He gave his son a playful pat on his knee.

Jayden smiled, and seemed to visibly relax. He always felt better after talking to his dad. "So, does that mean you've done stuff with other guys?"

Jack chuckled again. "Yes, I've had sex with other guys. And Mom has had sex with other women. But keep that to yourself, okay?"

"Okay, Dad."

Jack looked down and saw his son's arousal was more noticeable. He felt his own starting to get out of control.

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"Can you inherit that?"

"You mean, being bisexual?" Jack smiled. "No. It doesn't work like that. Some people are simply born that way."

"Yeah, that's what I thought."

Jack noticed a brief moment of hesitation cross his son's face. "Why do you ask, Tiger?" He suspected that he already knew the answer.

"Well," Jayden began, then paused for a moment. "I think I'm bisexual."

Jack's heart skipped a few beats. He gave his son a big smile, then leaned over and spread his arms out. Jayden instinctively leaned forward and the two of them embarrassed.

"I'm so proud of you, Son! You will never get anything but love from me."

They hugged for several minutes, both of them lost in their own thoughts. Jack felt his son's soft hair against his cheek as he rested his head on Jack's shoulder. He slowly ran his nose through his hair, taking in the intoxicating smell of a teenage boy. He whispered to his son, telling him over and over just how much he loved him. They finally sat back in their chairs with smiles and watery eyes.

"Please don't tell Mom," said Jayden.

"I won't say a word to her. I promise."

"Thanks, Dad."

Jack looked lovingly at his son. "So, have you...," he started, gesturing with his hands.

"Well, Derek and I mess around sometimes." Jayden's face showed a little color after he said that.

Derek was Jayden's best friend, and lived down the street. They were both on the swim team at school. They were practically inseparable, and they spent a lot of time together at each other's homes. Derek was the same age as Jayden, and looked very similar to his son, with the same subtle feminine features and mannerisms. He was a gorgeous boy, and sometimes Jack would catch him gazing at his body or at the crotch of his shorts.

He suspected on a number of occasions that they were starting to explore their budding sexuality, and were probably masturbating together like he and his friends did when they were Jayden's age.

He would sometimes hear sounds through Jayden's door that made him believe they were intimate with each other. Now his suspicions were confirmed.

"When I was your age, me and my friends would mess around, too. It's normal and healthy, no matter what other people say. Especially the church."

Jack felt the increasing pressure in his thong as he thought back to his childhood experiences.

"But Derek and I like girls, too," added Jayden.

Jack smiled. "Have you ever messed around with a girl?"

Jayden's face showed even more color now. "Yeah."

Jack waited for him to go on, but Jayden appeared lost in thought, and his face was still a little red. He fidgeted in his chair. Jack didn't want to press him, but he was curious.

"That's great! I think being bisexual opens up so many possibilities for a person. When your mom and I first got together, we would both go to bed with other bisexual people. Having both males and females to have fun with was the best experience imaginable. So, I'm really glad that you will get to experience that, too."

Jack placed his hand on Jayden's leg, and began rubbing it with his thumb. Jayden looked down at his dad's thong again, and noticed his hard cock through the lace. He smiled.

"Well," Jack said. "I'll see what I can do to get you out of going to church, okay? It won't be easy, but nothing ever is with your mother." He let out a little laugh, and Jayden joined in.

"Thanks, Dad."

They both stood up from their chairs and extended their arms at the same time. They hugged each other tightly, Jayden's head resting against his dad's chest. Jayden heard his dad's rapid heartbeat, felt his hands caressing his back, and his warm breath through the hair on top of his head. His dad's body was warm and comforting, and he felt his dad's arousal. He sighed contentedly. He wanted this hug to last forever.

Jack slowly stroked his son's back, feeling the toned muscles of his swimmer's physique through the fabric of his shirt. He could feel Jayden's abdomen pressing against his growing bulge. The warmth and smell of his son made it grow even more. He let his hands wander down to Jayden's hips. He felt the small, tight shorts that his son always wore at night. Without thinking, his hands were soon moving inward, exploring the top of Jayden's ass. He heard his son sigh.

Before letting himself get too carried away, Jack broke the hug and leaned back to look in his son's adorable face. His hands were still on Jayden's hips, and his cock still pressed against the boy's abdomen. "I love you, Son. I hope you know that," he whispered.

Jayden looked up into his dad's smiling face. "I love you too, Dad," he whispered back. "I'm so glad I can talk to you about stuff." He then suddenly rose on his tiptoes and gave his dad a quick kiss on his lips. He felt his dad's cock twitch.

Jack smiled at his son and returned the kiss, lingering just a little longer on the boy's lips. When they parted, Jack's voice was low and gravely. "Good night, Tiger."

"Good night, Dad."

Jack glanced down and saw the bulge in his son's shorts. Jayden turned to leave, and Jack could still feel his son's soft lips on his as his son walked out and shut the door. He felt so proud of him, and loved him more than anything.

Tuesday

The next day was much like the rest. Cathy was still Cathy and his kids were still horny teenagers. He thought back to the conversation he had with his son the night before, and how much closer he now felt to him.

He sat at his desk and tried to do some work, but his mind kept wandering. Before he knew it, it was almost noon and he was scheduled to meet a client for lunch. He grabbed his laptop, shoved it into his briefcase, and headed out the door.

Thirty minutes later he was sitting at a table with his new client in a small Italian restaurant. Both of them sipped on a beer as they read through the menu.

"Have you been here before?" asked Dave, his client.

Jack looked up from his menu. "A few times, yeah," he replied. "Their food is great, which is why I suggested it."

He took a moment to gaze at his new client. The man appeared to be around Jack's age, with light brown hair and dark brown eyes. A soft bronze tan covered his smooth face. He had full, naturally pink lips that almost made it look like he was wearing lipstick, and dark lashes under his eyes, giving them a mascara-like appearance. Jack noticed that the same light tan on the man's face also covered his arms, which Jack saw were completely hairless.

He noticed Dave's eyes wandering toward the young-looking hostess in the short, form-fitting dress who was seating a couple at a nearby table. Dave continued to stare at the girl's bouncing ass as she walked away.

"I wish she was on the menu," laughed Dave, realizing he had been caught staring.

"A little young, don't you think?" asked Jack.

"The younger, the better," Dave replied. He went back to looking at his menu, occasionally glancing toward the young hostess. Then his eyes spotted a young busboy and undressed him until he disappeared.

Jack wondered just how young Dave liked them. It was already obvious that he liked both sexes. Maybe this was a chance to find out more about his attractive new client, and to see if any interesting opportunities opened up.

"My best friend in college had a fifteen-year-old girlfriend," said Jack. "She practically lived in our dorm room."

"That must have been fun," said Dave. "Did he share her with you?"

"We had a few threesomes, yeah."

"That's pretty hot."

"Well, I was young and incredibly horny," said Jack, smiling and hoping he could trust his new client.

"So, are you bisexual?"

That question came out of the blue and took Jack by surprise. He didn't know Dave that well, and wasn't sure how much he should tell him about his personal life. But Dave had already shown Jack that he liked young males and females, so he decided to find out more.

"Yeah," he admitted. "But I haven't been with a guy in quite a while." He looked at Dave for a reaction, and saw him smile.

"I was with another guy last night," he said, gauging Jack's reaction. "Or rather, three of them. If we're being honest here, my wife, Julie, and I are bisexual swingers."

Jack's jaw landed on the table. He never would have guessed that his new client had such a lifestyle, or that he would talk so openly about it. "You're a lucky bastard," he finally said, laughing softly. "My wife would never agree to do anything like that."

"So, your wife doesn't know you're bisexual?" asked Dave.

"Oh, she knows. She's bi, too. Or was. We had a number of bisexual encounters early in our relationship."

"Then what changed?"

"She got religious," replied Jack, showing an expression of disgust.

"Oh."

The two men sat in silence for a moment, then Dave chimed in. "Yeah, that's a shame."

Just then, the waitress arrived at their table to take their order and the conversation dropped. During lunch, they talked business and the services that Jack would be performing. As they were finishing up, Dave sipped the last of his beer and said, "Listen, if you ever want to see what you're missing just let me know and you can come to one of our parties. No pressure or anything. In fact, you don't even have to join in. You can just watch."

Jack felt his heart beat a little faster at the thought of watching a group of bisexual people in an orgy, and seeing his attractive new client naked. "Um, yeah," he stammered. "I might just take you up on that."

"I have to warn you, though," Dave continued, speaking in a whisper now and looking around the restaurant. "Our group is made up of mostly families with kids."

Jack couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Are you saying what I think you're saying?" he whispered.

"Well, I'm not admitting to anything," replied Dave, giving Jack a wink. "But I think I can trust you, and I get the feeling you're the kind of guy that might appreciate certain, uh, desires."

Jack remained stunned and just stared at Dave. On the one hand, he still didn't know if he could trust his new client. And on the other hand, he wanted to rush right over to Dave's house, rip off his clothes, and dive into a pile of flesh, no matter what the ages.

"Um...," Jack stammered. "Yeah. I mean, that sounds like something that would interest me." He felt his cock swell in his pants as he thought about accepting the invitation.

"Great! I'll text you when the group decides on the next party. It's a shame that your wife can't make it, though. I'd really like to meet her."

"Yeah, well, unless you guys sit around reading the Bible and talk about how sinful everyone is, then she probably won't be interested." Jack let out a nervous laugh.

After Jack paid for the meal, both men left the restaurant. Jack made his way home, the whole time thinking about Dave's invitation.

---

It was another warm day, so after getting home Jack changed into a pair of his usual shorts and a light t-shirt. The afternoon went by quickly as Jack buried himself in several projects. He was finishing up his last task when he heard the kids come home from school and race to their bedrooms. He heard Cathy yelling at them to do their homework, then she poked her head into his office.

"Hi, Honey." she said. "I'm going to do some housework, then start on dinner."

"Okay." He couldn't help but think that the old Cathy would jump at the chance to attend a swinger party. He sighed and returned to his computer.

A few moments later there was a soft knock on his door. It opened slowly and he saw Cara's head appear. "Hi, Baby," he said. "What's up?"

As Cara walked in, he noticed that she had already changed into her nighttime clothes. His heart automatically beat faster. She pulled the other chair over and sat down in front of her dad.

"Jayden told me that you guys talked last night about not going to church anymore," she said, fidgeting with her hands. "And I was wondering if I could talk to you about something, too."

He noticed her discomfort and wondered if it had anything to do with Cathy's religious bullshit. "Sure, Baby. We can talk about anything you want to. You know that." He gave her a smile to help her relax.

His eyes briefly wandered down and came to rest on her camel toe. He wanted so badly to run his fingers over the fabric and through her crevice, like she did under the kitchen table during meals. As his eyes wandered back up and came to rest on her protruding nipples, he gave her a moment to summon her thoughts. He patted her bare leg and let his hand linger there. It felt warm and velvety soft. She smiled, and placed her hand on top of his. She nervously played with his fingers.

"Well, I met a boy at church a few weeks ago. He's in my grade at school and he's forced to go to church, too. We've become really close friends and, well..." Cara paused, clearly searching for the right words. It wasn't like his daughter to be nervous when talking to him. After all, this was a girl who joked with him about his bulge.

"It's okay, Baby," said Jack, leaning closer. "You can tell me." He felt her hand squeezing his, then begin caressing it nervously. He playfully intertwined his fingers with hers.

"Well, um, I think I should start taking birth control pills." She looked at her dad for a reaction, not moving a muscle.

At first, Jack was a bit stunned, but he kept it from showing. Then, he quickly realized that she was confiding in him something very private‐something that's normally discussed between mothers and daughters. He understood how hard it was for her to approach him about this, and why she had come to him and not her mother. There was also the fact that his little girl was now sexually active, or about to be. It was a lot to process at the moment.

"Sorry, Daddy," she continued, still nervous. "I would ask Mom about this, but you know how she is. She would never agree to this. And she would preach to me about sex and what the Bible says..." She shook her head and stared at their joined hands. She let her eyes wander over to the obvious growth in his shorts. She smiled.

Jack placed his other hand on her soft, warm cheek. "Oh, Baby. You don't need to be nervous about this. You know you can talk to me about anything, right? And, yes, of course I will help you get on birth control." He brushed her cheek softly with his thumb as he looked into her gorgeous blue eyes. "We just need to be careful and not let your mother find out."

He smiled at her and continued to caress her cheek. He saw shyness and vulnerability in her eyes, with an underlying hint of smoldering sexuality. "So, does this boy have a name?" he asked, giving her a sly grin.

"Brandon," she said, finally perking up. "And Daddy, he is sooo cute! And nice! And smart! You would love him!"

Jack let out a big laugh. "I'm sure I will, Baby. I trust your judgement." He tried to remember if he had been this excited about new relationships at this age. "So, have you guys, um, you know..."

"Daddy!" she groaned, trying to act as if that was the most embarrassing question ever asked. "No, we haven't fucked yet."

"Yet?" teased Jack.

She rolled her eyes. "Well... you know. We've done other things." She gave him a mischievous grin, and leaned closer. "I've given him a hand job," she giggled. He felt her hand unconsciously move higher on her leg, taking his with it, and noticed her nipples looked stiffer now. She was aroused, and judging from the dark spot forming in her shorts, her pussy was undoubtedly starting to moisten.

"You have?" he asked, not at all surprised. "Did you like it?"

"Of course, Daddy! It was fun. But I'm sure he enjoyed it more. I made him cum."

Jack was completely aroused now, and more than a little jealous. "Good for you, Baby! All guys like to have someone play with their cock," Jack said, giving his daughter a sly grin. He was amused by how excited she was to talk about it. "Has he done anything for you?"

"Yeah! He made me cum, too! And it felt sooo good! Better than when I do it to myself!" She suddenly realized what she had just admitted, and blushed.

"It usually does," Jack said, laughing. "Is he the only boy you've been intimate with?"

Cara's face turned a light shade of red. She looked down at her lap. "Umm..., no."

Jack didn't understand her sudden embarrassment now, especially after what she had just told him. But he decided not to pursue it. "Okay. Well, I'm so proud of you, Baby! I'm glad that you felt comfortable enough to come talk to me."

Cara gazed into her father's eyes, softly biting her lower lip. "I'm glad I did too, Daddy," she said, almost whispering. "I can never talk to Mom about anything." They both looked at each other in silence, sharing an unspoken understanding. Then she smiled again and said, "You're the best dad in the world!"

She leaned closer and gave him a lingering kiss on his mouth. It lasted much longer than her previous kisses. He felt her warmth and softness, and he savored the taste of her lips. His heart beat faster. His cock grew harder. All too soon, the kiss was gone.

"Thanks, Baby," he told her. "I'm always here for you." Then he added, "I'll make an appointment with the doctor this week for those birth control pills. I'll have to find a time to take you when Mom's not around."

"Thanks, Daddy!" She rose to leave, and glanced down at his crotch. She smiled and bit her lip.

As she started to walk out, Jack admired her perfect ass under her painted-on shorts. She turned around suddenly and saw where her dad's eyes were focused. She giggled.

"One more thing, Daddy," she said, giving him another big smile. "I like girls, too." She giggled again and skipped out of his office.

Jack sat there, stunned and aroused. The last thing he had expected to do today was talk to his daughter about birth control and hand jobs. But now that it had happened, he felt more certain than ever that he needed to alter the family dynamics and get everyone into a more intimate lifestyle.

He suddenly noticed the pain in his groin and glanced down. His cock was trying to force its way out. Cara had really worked him up, and he needed release. Unfortunately, it was far from everyone's bedtime. He would have to take care of himself later.

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After dinner, Jack spent an hour with Cathy watching one of her mindless real estate reality shows, then retired to his office to do some writing. A few minutes later, Cathy poked her head into his office and said good night. He decided to get more comfortable and slipped out of his shorts and t-shirt, leaving just his thong on. His cock was already half erect as he thought about his story. He continued typing:

Jack sat back in his chair and slipped his hand into the front of his thong. He pulled out his cock, which was already hard from reading the story he had just written. It didn't take long for him to paint his chest.

After letting his heartbeat return to normal, Jack looked at his watch. It was already past ten o'clock, so he decided to turn in for the night. Cathy was already in bed and the kids were probably in their rooms, so Jack decided against putting his shorts and t-shirt back on. After cleaning up, he walked out of his office wearing just his thong.

As he walked past Cara's room, he heard two soft voices. A thin column of light indicated that her door was cracked open, but he couldn't see much of the room as he tried to peek inside. He put his ear close to the opening to hear the conversation. Part of him felt bad for eavesdropping, but he was curious to know what they talked about at night.

"He was wearing a thong when you talked to him? Nothing else?" Cara asked.

"Yeah. It looked like women's panties. You know, that frilly material with flowers on it."

"That's so hot! I wonder if he wears them all the time."

"Yeah, I guess."

"I just saw him in his shorts when I talked to him earlier. I wonder if he'd show me his thong."

Jayden laughed. "You just want to see his cock."

"No I don't, Perv!"

"Do to."

"So? You got to see it."

"Yeah. It was awesome."

"You're so lucky! All I've seen is the bump it makes in his shorts. I really like those shorts that Dad wears. They're really sexy!" Cara giggled.

"Me, too."

There was a pause in the conversation, then Cara said, "I wish Mom would let me wear thongs. All my friends wear them. These ugly panties are the only thing she'll buy for me. She won't let me pick out the ones I like."

Jack heard a snapping sound, like an elastic waistband being pulled and released against flesh. Were the kids in just their underwear?

"Yeah. I wish I could get some, too." There was a pause, then Jayden continued, "But Dad thinks I might get teased at school."

"Maybe, but I think you'd look really cute in a thong, Jay!" Jack heard Cara giggle.

"Really? You think so?"

"Sure! You've got a sexy body. And I'm sure Derek would really like to see you in a thong." Cara giggled again.

"Thanks, Cara! I think you'd look pretty hot in one, too."

Jack heard them both laugh. He couldn't believe that they were talking about thongs, and seeing his cock. It also sounded like they were just in their underwear. He knew the twins were close, but he never realized they were this close.

"I'm surprised that Mom lets Dad wear thongs," Cara said.

"He said he started wearing them when he was a teenager, so I don't think Mom can say anything."

"Well, we're teenagers. We should be able to wear them, too. I hate how Mom is! Can't we just ask Dad if we can get some? We can hide them from Mom. And I know how to use the washer. She'd never find out."

"We can try," Jayden replied.

The conversation stopped for a moment, and Jack wanted so badly to be able to see them right now. For a moment, he thought about knocking on the door and stepping inside. He was sure they'd love to see how he was dressed. Then he heard Cara giggle.

"Are you getting a boner, Jay?"

Jayden laughed. "Yeah. All this talk about thongs and cocks got me excited."

"Me, too. Here, feel my nipples."

Jack's cock was hard in an instant. He couldn't believe that his kids were this intimate with each other.

"Yeah. They're really hard, Cass. Your panties are getting wet, too."

Cara giggled again. "Yeah, I guess they are. Hey! That tickles!"

"Sorry." Jayden laughed.

"You just wanted to touch my pussy again."

"Yeah, you're right... Hey, don't squeeze it too hard! My balls are in there, too."

Jack heard them giggle again. He was beyond aroused at this point, and the front of his thong was stretched out as far as it would go and getting wet from his precum. He was still in a state of shock over the conversation he was hearing, and the obvious sexual play between the twins. Why hadn't he discovered this sooner?

"So, when is Dad taking you to the doctor for birth control pills?"

"I think he said this week. He has to do it when Mom's not around."

"Are you going to fuck Brandon after that?"

"Definitely."

"Can I watch?"

Cara giggled. "You're such a perv!"

Jayden laughed. "So are you, Cara!"

Jack heard some rustling and some muffled sounds, along with more giggling. He thought he heard the bed squeak.

"First of all, I don't even know if we'll ever do it here. Mom and Dad are always around. But mostly, Brandon will never agree to let you watch."

"Hmm..., I guess you're right."

There was a pause, then Cara said, "But if we do it here, then you can hide in my closet and watch. I guess it's only fair, since you and Derek let me watch you guys suck each other."

"Awesome! You're the best sister!"

"I know, right?" Cara laughed.

Jack now had his cock out and was slowly stroking it. He had just cum a little while ago, but he felt like he could do it again. This conversation was beyond arousing.

There was silence for a while, and Jack thought he heard the sounds of kissing. Then he heard Cara's soft voice.

"I love it when you lay on top of me, Jay. You feel so warm and soft."

"I know. It's the best feeling. Derek and I do this a lot."

"I like the way your cock presses into me. It feels hard and soft at the same time."

"Yeah. When Derek and I do this, I love feeling his cock against me, too. Sometimes, both our cocks press against each other and we rub them together while we kiss."

"That's so fucking hot!" Cara paused, then continued. "Brea and I like to rub our pussies together, but our heads aren't close enough to really have a good kiss."

"I so want to see that!"

"She's coming over this weekend. So is Derek, right? Maybe we can all watch each other."

"Awesome!"

Jack's heart beat so fast now that he thought it was going to bust out of his chest.

"Mmm..., your lips taste good, Cara."

"I put some cherry gloss on today. Brea likes to taste it, too."

Jack heard more kissing.

"Jay? Do you ever think about you and me, you know, doing it?"

"You mean, fucking?"

"Yeah. Not just touching and playing with each other. Real sex."

"Sure! I think about it all the time."

"You do?"

"Yeah! I love you, Cara."

"Oh, Jay..."

Jack heard more kissing, and his cock was harder than it had been in weeks. He had to fight the urge to walk into his daughter's room and let his kids watch him stroke it.

"Who kisses better? Me or Brea?"

"I don't know. You're both different."

"Come on, that's not an answer, Cara."

"It's true! You both kiss really good, just different."

"That's fair, I guess."

"Okay then, who kisses better? Me or Derek?

"Yeah, it's different."

"See?"

"I get it, Cara."

There were more sounds of kissing. Jack found himself stroking faster. He was afraid the kids might hear the slapping sounds.

"Do you think Dad knows that we do this, Cara?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Well, he usually stays up late. He might hear something."

"I don't think so. We aren't noisy. And even if he hears something, he probably just thinks we're doing homework or something."

"I suppose."

Jack heard more kissing, and was on the verge of cumming.

"I wonder why he stays up late. What do you think he does in there?" Cara asked.

"Mom said he's writing a book."

"A book? That's cool."

"Yeah. But every time I go in to say good night, he has nothing open on his screen. And this last time, he was in his thong."

"Do you think he watches porn in there?"

"I don't know. Probably. He's a guy, right?"

Cara laughed. "Yeah, all you guys are pervs."

"Hey! That tickles!"

"Admit it, Jay. You watch porn, too."

"Okay, okay! I watch porn. Stop tickling me!"

Jack heard them both giggling. Then, there was a moment of silence before he heard his son again.

"But you can keep rubbing my ass. That feels good."

Cara laughed. "Perv."

There was silence, then more kissing. Jack had to stop stroking his shaft before he shot his load all over his daughter's door.

"I wonder what kind he watches," said Cara. "I bet he watches gay porn."

"Maybe. He told me he likes guys."

"I would so like to see him French kiss another guy."

"Cara!"

"What?"

"He's married to Mom. That would be cheating."

"No, it wouldn't. It would only be cheating if he kissed another woman."

"I don't think that's how it works."

"Well, whatever. I would still like to see it."

"Yeah. Me, too."

He heard more kissing. Jack was now back to stroking his cock slowly, trying to hold off from ejaculating.

"Dad gets hard when he kisses me," said Jayden. "I always see a big bulge in his shorts after we kiss, and I feel it pressing into me."

Cara laughed. "Yeah. Same with me. It feels like yours does when it's against me. And he gets hard after checking me out. I always catch him doing that. And I see him checking you out, too."

"He does?"

"Yeah. He tries to be sneaky about it, though."

"Wow."

There was more kissing, and Jack could also hear a few soft moans.

"Fuck. I am so wet right now."

Hearing his thirteen-year-old daughter talking about her wet pussy was almost too much for Jack. He started feeling that familiar sensation deep within his balls, and had to back off.

"Do you think Dad would French us, Cara? I mean, he is our dad. That would be weird, right?"

"I don't know. You said he likes girls and guys."

"Yeah, but we're his kids. That's different."

Cara paused for a moment. "It's just kissing."

"Yeah, but it's something you only do with, like, boyfriends and girlfriends."

"But we do it, Jay."

"Well, yeah. But I kinda think of you as a girlfriend, even though you're my sister."

"Really? That's so sweet, Jay!"

Jack could hear more kissing, then Cara's voice again.

"And you're like a boyfriend to me. I love you so much!"

There were more kissing and rustling noises. Jack didn't know how much more he could take of this before needing relief.

"I wonder if Dad would show me his thong," said Cara.

"Probably. Just go in there late at night."

"Good idea." There was a pause, then she added, "But what if he's watching porn and jacking off?"

"Even better!"

Both kids laughed.

"You're right, Jay. I would love to see that, too!"

Jack was in information overload now. They were talking about things that he never imagined they'd talk about. His kids were not only constantly horny, but they were routinely intimate with each other. But what really shocked him was how they talked about him. It was clear that they really loved him, and loved being close to him, but he certainly didn't expect to hear them talk about French kissing, seeing his cock, and watching him jack off. He heard some rustling, and a few squeaky noises from the bed. Then he heard Jayden's voice.

"I like it when you're on top, Cara. Which is your favorite? Being on the bottom or on the top?"

"They're both really nice. But being on top like this lets you rub my ass." Cara snickered.

"Yeah. I like rubbing it."

"Perv."

They both laughed.

"Go ahead and push them down. It feels better when you rub my ass without my panties in the way."

There was a moment of silence, then Jack heard Cara's voice again.

"Mmm..., that feels really good."

There were more kissing and slurping noises. Jack could also hear them both moaning and cooing softly.

"You are so wet, Cara," Jayden whispered.

"Mmm hmm..., Oh yeah, right there. Rub me right there!"

Jack heard Cara's muffled scream, like she was holding a hand tightly over her mouth. She continued moaning, and eventually it got quieter.

"Oh, fuck!" she whispered loudly. "That was so awesome! Thank you, Jay!"

There were more loud kissing sounds. He heard them both moan again. This went on for a couple of minutes, and Jack was still in dire need of release. The silence was broken by Jayden.

"Wouldn't it be cool if we could just wear our underwear around the house?"

"Really cool, Jay. But Mom wouldn't let us."

"Yeah."

"But Dad would love it."

"I know."

Jack was so busy stroking himself that he didn't realize how close he was to the bedroom door. All of a sudden, his hand lightly tapped the door. The sounds in the bedroom stopped.

"What was that?" Cara asked, panic in her voice.

"What was what?"

"That sound. Didn't you hear it?"

"No."

"Oh, shit! Look! I think the door is partly open."

Jack heard movement, and what sounded like feet on carpet. Without putting his cock away, he quietly ran down the hall to the bathroom and closed the door. He waited, listening through the door.

"What do you see, Cara?"

"Nothing. It looks like someone's in the bathroom. Maybe that's what I heard."

"Maybe."

"You better get back to your room, Jay, before Dad catches us."

"Yeah. Okay." Jayden giggled.

"What?"

"Your panties are still down."

"Oh well. I'm taking them off anyway before bed."

There was a pause.

"Good night, Cara. Mmm..., that feels good."

"Good night..., Ooh..., hey, those are still sensitive."

They both laughed, then Jayden quietly made his way back to his room.

Jack stayed in the bathroom for a while, letting his heart rate and breathing subside. He was also trying to process what he had just heard in his daughter's room. He had no idea that they played around with each other, and wondered how long that had been going on. Then he thought back to the answers they had given him when he asked if they'd been intimate with others, and how they seemed embarrassed and afraid to answer. It all made sense now.

He was relieved to know that Cathy's influence, and forcing them to sit through church every Sunday, had absolutely no effect on them. That brought a smile to his face. Now, if he could just get the old Cathy back.

He quickly took care of himself in the bathroom, then made his way quietly to his bedroom. It took him a while to fall asleep.