Date: Thu, 31 Aug 2023 04:53:13 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 11 of A Heart Big Enough A Heart Big Enough By Jeremy Reynolds (Copyright: all rights reserved. This story may be re-published with permission, in the current or in a proofed, edited form approved of by the author.) Hello! Disclaimer: I do *not* at all condone many of the behaviors depicted in this fantasy, seeing as they occur between adults and minors. In real life, someone who does what the adults in this story do are doing something very harmful. At times some of the adults may discuss the morality of adult-minor relationships. These are solely the views of the characters themselves and they only serve the purpose of furthering the story along. Any resemblances to real places or people, organizations etc, is entirely coincidental and is used fictionally. 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Please use this link to make a donation: https://donate.nifty.org/) This story features themes of gay incest, with depictions of parents and their teenage children engaging in sexual behavior together. There is also some "piss play" in it, especially toward the end. There are five main characters in this story: -Kyle and Daniel, adult brothers -Caleb (9 years old), Kyle's son -Jesse and Nathan ("Nate") (both 11 years old), Daniel's twin boys The various chapters are from their various points of view, as indicated in each subtitle. The chapters tend to grow longer as the story goes on. I'll post the shorter ones together sometimes. Chapter 11: Daniel The birds outside the cave woke me up, with their chirps and calls. At first I hardly didn't realize where I was, or whose feet these were against my chest. Then I remembered that we had hiked up here to the waterfall, had been trapped behind it because a huge storm had rolled in, and that we had decided we had no choice but to spend the night, Jesse and me. I also remembered what had happened between us, in the pool of water there just a few feet from where we lay now ... I rehearsed the scene in my mind now, seeing the two of us down in the water in front of each other, both of naked, me from the waist down and he from the bottom of his chest. He had then told me that he had a "crush" on me, and I had ... felt love for him, then, in that moment. I had also felt myself wanting him. There seemed to be some force in me at the time, something compelling me to kiss him, touch him, and to have him kiss and touch me. I had recognized, too, in that very second after he had told me about how he had felt, that he was a very attractive young man, that his eyes were the prettiest blue and his red little mouth was so delicate, his slender body so graceful ... But then, of course, I had rejected him, after we both had reached orgasm, and he had cried, and had kept crying pretty much all night as far as I could tell. I felt bad for him, for the hurt he must feel ... but I was definitely conflicted this morning, in myself, about what had happened before I had broken his poor little heart. Yes, it had felt so ... good, him touching me and me touching him, and the two of us pleasuring each other, and kissing so sensually. I had thoroughly, completely enjoyed that experience, and I felt myself wanting it again, wanting him again but more fully this time. Yet, another part of me felt so ashamed at myself for allowing myself to indulge in forbidden desires (that I hadn't even known I had, at least as far as my kids went) and, in the process, to possibly really hurt or damage my son who had just barely started going through puberty. Would he look back at this and blame me for abusing him, for taking advantage of him when he was vulnerable, for triggering a process that could lead to him having all sorts of mental health problems, PTSD or whatever else might arise? I felt so guilty, feeling like I had already put him through all that. Yet ... I had been sexual with my father as a teen, and Kyle had been as well, and he had actually even been younger than Jesse. Both of us, Kyle and I, had felt like we were able to consent, and both of us turned out alright ... Or had we? Kyle, no doubt, still experienced a lot of pain and heartache. I felt it too, more so now that Dad had passed. If I were to ... pursue something with Jesse, would it also lead to heartbreak, regrets, all the emotional turmoil and the confusion ... ? In all likelihood, it would. No, I shouldn't do anything further with him ... I decided I'd have to talk this all over with my brother, in any case. Jesse stirred next to me, groaning uncomfortably. I said, "Hey, good morning." He sat up and stretched his arms out above his head, and looked around groggily. He looked at me and said, "Hey." I sat up myself and turned so that I was sitting on the couch. I stretched my back out as much as I could, hearing it pop. Jesse also turned so that we were now both sitting up on the couch, facing the pool and the bright, sun-lit falling water on the other side of it. I reached down to my phone and pulled it out, seeing that it was still pretty early. My phone's battery was low, though I had thought to put it on the battery saver setting before we settled in on the couch. I wasn't paying very much attention to it, but I knew that I was hard in my shorts with "morning wood." I suspected he was as well, though I couldn't easily tell at this angle. "How'd you sleep?" I asked. "Meh," he said, cracking a smile. "It took me a long time to fall asleep. I think I got like two or three hours. You?" "About the same," I said. "Glad to see the sun is out again though." I turned to him and said, "We can start heading out. You good?" He nodded, so we stood up, put our packs back on, and headed out of the little "cave." We walked around the side of the pool and surveyed the scene. It really was so beautiful here, despite what we had been through. The water was shimmering in the morning light and the water falling from the rock above looked cool and fresh. A part of me wanted to strip off again right here right now to take a dip ... and perhaps to do something else, with my son. But I resisted the urge and we started the long hike back. About half-way down the trail, we ran into a couple Park Ranger-looking guys, one of whose name was Jim. He asked us our names, we told them, and then he told us my brother and Jesse's uncle, Kyle, had requested they come out to look for us. He apologized that they were just now getting to it, but they didn't want to risk it in the dark last night since there could be a lot of mud on the trail making it much more dangerous since there were parts where there were cliffs on one side. He and his companion offered to hike back with us to the car, and we accepted. As we walked back, we talked a bit about the weather and he told us a story about other hikers here who had apparently ended up far worse than us, during another storm several years ago (a little disturbing, that!). Before we got into the car, Jim told us he'd call Kyle and let him know we were safe and would be back soon. I thanked him and we headed off. Jesse and I didn't talk very much on the drive back. We both made little comments about Jim and what we thought of him and his colleague, and we also talked about some of the tropical scenery passing by, and about how gorgeous it was here despite what we had been through. I was glad that he had at least been able to see a clear "silver lining" to this trip, since a part of me worried it was an unmitigated disaster on all fronts, for he and my relationship as well. As soon as we parked the car back at home and opened our doors, Kyle, Caleb and Nate came running out of the house toward us. Kyle practically jumped up into my arms, hugging me so tightly and telling me he was so glad we were alright. Nate and Caleb met Jesse in a long, three-way hug, which was really sweet to see. Then Nate came up to hug me, followed by my nephew. That done, we all went inside. We decided to take showers, Jesse and me, before doing anything else. It felt so good to stand under the warm water, feeling it fall upon my face and body with its healing warmth. It was so nice to be so clean, as well. Yes, the pool had been refreshing to a certain degree, last night, but this was purifying, almost. I threw on some basketball shorts and a T-shirt and headed down to the kitchen where Kyle and the boys were making lunch for everyone. Jesse came down a few minutes later, and the five of us sat around the dining table eating and talking about what had happened. We told them everything, except, of course, about what we had done in the water last night. I kept wondering how I would tell my brother, if I even really needed to tell him. We decided to have a relaxing day at home, just resting and watching things on TV, playing video games and board games, and doing that sort of thing. We had a great time, I'll admit. The shame and guilt I had felt so strongly earlier began to dissipate, more and more as the day and then evening wore on. Finally, it was time for bed and, after some more hugs with everyone, I went to my bedroom and got under the covers. A few minutes later I heard a gentle tapping at the door. I watched as Kyle stepped into the room wearing his pajama shorts and a T-shirt. I invited him to get into bed next to me, but, to my surprise, instead of doing that he leaped up onto the bed and promptly sat in my lap. He held my shoulders while I held him on his sides, and he bent his face toward mine and we kissed, and kissed, and kissed, kissed like we had not kissed since we were kids. There was plenty of tongue and lots of alternating lip-sucking, so much saliva spreading between our mouths all the while. Below, my cock sprung into life and was pressing up against his butt. His was poking against the front of his basketball shorts against my stomach. I could tell that the tip of that bump was very damp. I assumed I was damp as well, beneath him. Before I hardly knew what was happening, he was pulling my shirt up over my head. I immediately helped him out of his own shirt, and we tossed the two of them roughly onto the floor. We stopped kissing a couple minutes later at which point he scooted his way off of my lap and got onto his knees to the side of me. He pulled the sheet away from me and then took the waistband of my shorts and pulled them down my legs all the way, taking my briefs along with them. I lay there completely naked on the bed, my back propped up on the pillows. He didn't wait for me to help him remove his shorts or underwear. He quickly slid them off his legs and threw them onto the pile at the side of the bed. His cock was pointing up at me, its tip glistening wetly with precum. He had an almost ravenous look in his eyes. Before I could say or do anything, he climbed on top of me, his body hovering above mine. His cock slid up between my thighs until it made contact with mine. He pushed the bottom of his hard, swollen member against mine until our tips kissed between globs of precum. I felt his heavy balls laying on top of mine, our scrotums mashed together. Up top, he and I started kissing again, as intensely if not more intensely than we had before. We began to alternate sucking on each other's tongues, closing our wet lips upon the other's and pulling them deeper into our mouths where our tongues would meet. Neither of us could help but moan, muffled though they were, especially when we began pressing our cocks together increasingly in rhythm, in and out, up and down, our hot, slimy cock heads meeting, embracing, then withdrawing again, and repeating the pattern over and over. I, meanwhile, found my hands sliding around behind him to his butt. I grasped each of his soft, pillowy cheeks and squeezed each of them separately but at the same time, one in each hand. I also pushed them into each other, and spread them apart. I ran my fingers up and down his crack, too, making direct contact with his anus and allowing the tip of one of my fingers to slip inside just a little bit. We continued like this, kissing, sucking, me playing with his butt and he and I both humping each other cock-to-cock, just like we used to do as young teens. Finally we reached climax seemingly at the exact same moment. Our cocks came alive against each other and we both pumped strings of cum up onto our chests and, in my case, onto my neck and the bottom of my chin. We continued to kiss and push ourselves against each other for a long time, practically until both of our penises were flaccid and floppy. Cum leaking from their tips oozed out with each and every push. Kyle pulled back from kissing and plopped himself down on me. Our chests and stomachs met between a layer of our mixed semen. His face was laying on the pillow but was facing me, his lips almost against my cheek. Below, my now completely soft cock rested between my legs while his dangled over mine, that wet tip of his dripping onto me. All this time I had continued to play with his ass, that beautiful, round ass of his. Although by now I had stopped grasping it, I was still touching it lightly with my fingertips. "That was amazing, Kyle," I said. "I have missed that ..." "I have too," he said, leaning in just a little to give me a soft and slow kiss on my cheek. "I missed you so much last night. I was so worried. This all made me realize, for the first time in a very long time, how much I really do love you ... how in love I still am with you." He pulled his head up so he could look me in the eye. He bent down, kissed me on the lips, and said, "Daniel, I love you, so much. I smiled up at him, feeling so lost in this beautiful, post-orgasmic, blissful experience with he whom I found myself still loving so strongly after all these years. I was so happy that he and I were falling in love again, and that we were offering each other our now adult bodies. Oh, could any of this be real? Was I dreaming this? If this were a dream, I don't know if I'd want to wake up! "I love you too, Kyle," I said, meaning every word of it. "I am so glad we found each other again." We kissed a few more times before he again rested his head upon the pillow. We just lay like that for a long while, before he pulled up and away from me for a second and then settled down on his back next to me. I turned toward him and placed my arm around his side and leaned into his chest, where I rested my head. I could smell our cum in the air, that familiar salty scent, and I could feel it starting to dry beneath my cheek on his pec. "This was so nice," Kyle said. "Just what I needed. It's too bad we're having to leave tomorrow ... I'm glad though that we're coming back so soon." "Same. So glad ..." I was! For some reason, then, I suddenly felt like opening up to him. I mean, trying to explain something about what had happened last night. I felt like it was necessary, somehow, now that Kyle and I were so much closer again. I started: "Hey, Kyle ... So something happened last night, between me and Jesse, in that cave behind the water fall." "Oh yeah? What happened?" he asked. "Well, you know how I told you earlier we rinsed ourselves off in the pool at one point?" I began, seeking a good way to put this. "Well anyway, I don't know what it was, exactly, that made me want to do this with him--except that we were both vulnerable, maybe, and tired?--but in any case he told me that ... he has feelings for me. You know, like he has a major crush on me and has had one for a while. I guess it's kind of like with us and Dad ... Anyway, something about that or about how he said it made me suddenly feel so much ... desire, I guess, for him." I paused a moment, then continued, "I asked him if he wanted to touch me, and he did ... After that we, um, masturbated each other and kissed a little bit." He had such a look of shock, or perhaps surprise, on his face then! But ... not disapproval or disappointment, and not any kind of judgmentalness either. He also seemed to be taking what I was saying so seriously, and recognizing all the while how complicated or complex these issues can be. He finally asked, "So you are really `into' him?" "Well, it gets more complicated," I said, not answering his question. "So after we each reached climax, I felt ashamed and guilty because he is my son, and a minor. I told him I was sorry for harming him that way and that I didn't know what got into me. He insisted that I did nothing wrong and that he loved me so much. Anyway, he started crying ... poor guy. I think he went to bed with his cheeks wet ..." I almost felt like I would cry myself right now, hearing myself telling my brother the whole story. He nodded, staring into my face very carefully. He looked like he was mulling something over. Then he said, "Thank you, Daniel, for sharing all that with me. It does sound complicated. And it's kind of ... similar to what happened with us and Dad ..." "Yeah, I thought about that too," I said. "I, uh, guess I may have something to share with you, too ... since you've been so open and vulnerable with me ..." Kyle said. He took a deep, slow breath, then began anew: "I ... have a `crush,' I guess, on Caleb ..." He paused, then continued, "I have thought that maybe I'm even ... in love with him, and possibly have been for a very long time, maybe since he was born ... I used to fantasize about us being together, like you and I were together again tonight. I am finding myself wanting to kiss him and touch him ... and do more with him." This was ... wow, I could hardly tell what this was! He had just told me that he is in love--in love!--with his own 9 year old son. How does someone respond to that? It was so unusual and ... just shocking. On the other hand, though, I had just told him about how my son, who wasn't much older than his, and we had kissed and made each other cum. Who was I to judge him? And I guess that both he and I took after Dad in this respect, at least ... Maybe it was a genetic thing? Would our boys someday grow up to be fathers who lusted after their own children, our grandchildren? I finally responded, saying, "Thank you for sharing that with me, Kyle. It makes me ... realize that maybe we have more in common with Dad than we had thought previously ..." "It's a lot to take in," he said. He didn't say anything else for another couple minutes, and then he looked up into my eyes and said, "You said before that you thought that kids could possibly consent to a relationship with an adult, even their own dad ... How does that fit into this situation? I mean, yours and Jesse's?" "Are you ... asking me if I would do anything else sexual with him, since he appears to be consenting to it?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. I felt the answer deep in my throat, or in my heart. "Yeah," he said. "I mean, he does want you, right? And you want him, or at least did want him last night ... So what's stopping you from going for it?" Whew, that was a good question! So many things went through my head then. I collected my thoughts as best I could and said, "Well, I guess you're right. In theory, I do believe kids Jesse's age are capable of consent. But I guess acting on it, doing anything about it ... that's another thing. Oh, and another thing is that ..." I was laying next to him caressing his stomach and chest. I noticed that he had grown hard again, apparently as a result of discussing all this with me, and I, too, had hardened again. His was pointing up at the ceiling at an angle while mine was touching his waist. There was a blob of precum dangling from its opening, dripping onto his skin. I continued, "Well, the other thing is that I'm ... wanting to see where this goes, what happens between us, the two of us, you and me ... I'm beginning to fall in love with you all over again, Kyle." I leaned over and we kissed a few times, each of them more sensual and meaningful than the one before it. When he finally responded, he said, "It's strange ... I mean, what's going on with me, in all this. You see, I'm starting to wonder if I can be in love with more than one person. I'm definitely falling for you, all over again and more and more as we spend more time together, Daniel. But somehow I'm also still so, so in love with Caleb. And I have this strange feeling in me, almost a ... conviction that I can love both of you equally. Does that make sense?" My heart seemed to flutter, and I felt butterflies in my belly. I also felt a surge of desire, of lust, or raw wanting ... for my son, Jesse, and, bizarrely enough, for Nate, too ... It was like Kyle had opened some floodgates then and the lust--and love--was bursting forth so wildly in my mind and body. I suddenly felt myself utterly capable of loving both Kyle and my sons, possibly Caleb as well. The realization about all this just then ... it was simultaneously frightening, exciting and completely liberating. "Are you okay, Daniel?" Kyle asked, reaching out to caress my arm. I blinked and said, "Oh, yeah, I'm okay. Better than okay, maybe ... I, uh, just realized that I'm the same way. I mean, I'm also totally capable of loving you and ... my boys, and Caleb too, maybe ... all of you, all at the same time ... It's something ..." "I think it's something magical, babe," he said, scooting back so he was sitting up a bit more. He leaned in and kissed my lips. He then said, "I think you should go for it ... with Jesse. You wouldn't be doing anything wrong, at all. You'd be making his dreams all come true, in fact ..." I saw an image then, in my mind: Jesse and I as naked as Kyle and I were right now, spooning on his bed, my wet cock pressed against his butt, my arms around him, his cock hard as well, while he had his head turned halfway back toward me so that we could kiss ... The thought of doing that in real life made me feel so much harder, somehow, than I had already been. "How should I ... do it?" I asked. "I mean, what should I do, or say?" "Tell him you're sorry about last night," he suggested, "and that you want him to give you a chance to make up for it. Maybe ... ask him out, like on a date, just the two of you. You can make it romantic somehow, and then just see where it all goes from there." "That ... sounds like a good plan, actually," I said. "I mean, I get excited just thinking about it right now ..." I really did. I felt it in my belly, in my groin, in the rapid bearings of my heart. I wanted this. And I would actually do it, act on these intense feelings, wherever they lead ... "I'm glad, sweetheart," Kyle said, interrupting my thoughts. He reached over to touch my chin. "I love you." "I love you too, Kyle." Another period of silence passed between us, then he said softly, "Daniel, would it be alright with you if ..." I already knew what he was going to say, so I finished his sentence for him: "If you approach Caleb? Yes, it is ... I want you to experience it too, what I think I have with Jesse now. Possibly Nate too ..." I meant it, too. I didn't feel a hint of jealousy, not one speck of it in my body or mind." We kissed again several times, and after a little while these became even more intense than those we had shared earlier. I slid my hand down to his cock and began to stroke him, and he did the same to me. Within minutes, probably five or six, both of us were cumming again, his cum squirting out and landing on my hand and arm, and on his stomach and upper thighs. The strings of cum shooting out of my penis struck his balls and the lower part of his shaft. I hardly knew what was doing when I paused from kissing him and instead leaned down over his stomach and began licking up and then swallowing his salty cum. He seemed to think this was a good idea, but he innovated a bit. He got up part of the way and turned around and lay on his side facing me so that both of our faces were aligned with each other's wet cocks. We were in the 69 position. We both took each other into our mouths and licked and sucked until practically all the cum on each of us had been ingested. I loved the taste of him, both of his increasingly flaccid member itself and of the semen that had coated parts of it. That done, we returned to our former position and kissed some more, this time tasting the cum in each other's mouths. After that round of orgasms, we lay there against each other just cuddling and caressing each other's naked bodies. We eventually grew sleepy and I asked if we should go to bed. "Yeah, we should," my brother said. "Goodnight. I love you, Daniel." I leaned over and gave him a kiss, then said, "Goodnight to you too, Kyle. Sweet dreams, sweetheart."