Date: Fri, 25 Aug 2023 21:23:38 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapters 4-6 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 4: Nate "We have an air mattress set up for you in our room," I said, leading Caleb down to the bedroom he and I and my twin, Jesse, would be sharing for about the next month. "Don't worry, there's plenty of room!" He followed me into the room where we had put the twin-sized air mattress on the floor below the bunks. Dad and Jesse and I had tried to make it as comfortable for him as possible, adding on a foam cover and a really nice pillow, along with new sheets and some comfy quilts. We had also made some room for him in the tall dresser next to the desk in the corner. He didn't seem to have that much stuff, only having brought a medium-sized rolling suitcase. "Here we are," I said, gesturing. "You get a whole drawer and a half over here, too." I went over to the dresser to show him which one was his and which one would be his and mine. "Thanks," Caleb said, smiling over at me, his slightly older cousin. "No problem," I said. "Go ahead and start putting your stuff away." I plopped down onto my bed on the bottom bunk, propping my head up on the pillows in order to get a better view. "Oh, and you will be sharing the shower--I mean, the bathroom--with us. It's outside this door and then to your left, the next door down." I felt embarrassed then, about my slip-up. You see, I had actually spent some time recently thinking about what it would be like showering with him ... I don't know what happened, exactly, that night at Caspar's when we had last seen him or his dad, our Uncle Kyle, but for some reason I had found myself thinking about our cousin a lot. I guess I ... liked him now, or something. I say that I don't know what happened to make me feel this way, because not only had I never had these thoughts or feelings about Caleb, but I had never had these or any similar thoughts or feelings about any guys whatsoever! I had assumed, all this time, that I was as straight as an arrow, that I would or could only go after girls. Now, though, it was becoming clearer to me that maybe I was gay ... and that yes, I had begun developing a major "thing" for my 9 year old cousin! Whew! "So, cuz, what else do you like to do, besides listening to Harry Potter on audiobook?" I asked. I stared over at his face, briefly admiring his delicate mouth as he answered moments later. "I, uh, also like to draw," he answered, as he unzipped his suitcase. He looked over at me and smiled shyly, looking so cute in that moment, and said, "I brought my own stuff. Daddy got me a professional kit. It comes with nice pencils. It's a beginner's set but it works good." I loved it how he still called his dad, "Daddy." I wish he would call me that some time, if we did a little role play thing. "Ah, I didn't know you were an artist," I remarked. "You seem really smart, you know that?" He blushed. "I guess ... So do you, Nate." "Thanks," I said, taking the compliment in. Jesse and I had been told that we were abnormally intelligent for our young age. We had even been allowed to skip a couple grades, in fact, just last year. I would have to find a "humble" way of telling this cutie about it later. "I also like swimming," Caleb added next. "Oh, you do?" I asked, sitting up. "I do too! So does Jesse. Dad, too!" "That's cool," he said, starting to pile some of his stuff into the drawer, going back and forth from it to the suitcase. "Daddy says there are some good beaches here, in San Michelle." "That's right," I confirmed. "Some of the best in the state, in fact. We'll have to do a beach day soon ... Maybe tomorrow, even?" "Sure, if anyone else wants to go," Caleb said. He was pulling a couple of books out of the suitcase, and asked me, "Where should I put these?" "Oh, maybe just on top of the dresser," I suggested. "There should be room on there, I think." He complied, putting the two books (which I would later find out were two of the Narnia books) up there as I had recommended. "Hey, getting all settled in?" came Jesse's voice from the doorway where he stood looking into the room. "Is Nate giving you a hard time yet?" Caleb blushed and looked over at me. I replied, my lips forming an open smile, "C'mon, man. I'm nice." I turned to Caleb and asked, "Aren't I, sweetie?" "Yeah, you're nice," Caleb said. He smiled and then bent down to pick up some other stuff from the inside of the open suitcase. "What are Dad and Uncle Kyle up to?" I asked my brother. "Oh, they're just talking in the living room," Jesse said. "Kyle's going to be in the den on the pull out bed. Dad hasn't shown him that room yet." "I knew that!" I said, in a joking tone. "We're thinking about going to the beach tomorrow, aren't we, Caleb?" Caleb just nodded. "I'd be down," Jesse said. "Anyway, Dad wanted me to tell you guys that we'll be going to Torchy's tonight for dinner. I haven't had one of their tacos in a while." "That's cool," I commented. "Do you two want to play some games or something, before then?" "Sure," Jesse said. "Can I take a shower first?" Caleb asked. "I got some soda on me earlier, after we stopped at Burger King for lunch." He displayed his shirt which did, indeed, have what looked like a soda stain on it. I hadn't noticed for some reason. "Sure thing," I said. "There's a towel for you over on the desk in the corner, the white one." He took up some of his things and the towel and made his way out of the room. Jesse and I, meanwhile, zipped up the suitcase for him and slid it into the closet. He and I sat down on my bed while we waited for Caleb to finish. "You seem to be getting along well with the cuz," he observed. "I don't remember you ever being this friendly to him before." "So what?" I asked. "He's cool. He's still a little kid, I guess, but the dude loves Harry Potter and swimming. He draws too ... I wonder what he likes to draw ..." I cocked my head to the side as I thought about that. Did he ever draw dirty pictures? Would he draw me someday, naked? "Yeah, I guess," Jesse said, chuckling. "Let's be nice to the kid," I said, sincerely meaning it now. "He's far away from his mom and friends and in a weird new place with weird new people ... I'm not including myself, of course." I stuck my tongue out when I said that last part. "Just kidding. He seriously does need someone to take him under his wing. I don't mind doing that. You can do it too, if you want." "I'll let you take the lead," my brother said, chuckling again. We sat there talking about random things for a while until we heard the bathroom door open and, a couple seconds later, Caleb coming into the room with only the towel wrapped around his waist. He still held onto whatever he had brought with him into the bathroom. He looked over at me and said, "I forgot my underwear." "It happens," I said. I looked at his skinny little chest, my eyes grazing his tiny nipples and his cute bellybutton. Caleb went over to his drawer, opened it, and rummaged for a moment until he pulled out a pair of briefs that had dinosaurs on them--so cute! He looked like he was about to go back to the bathroom when I said, "You can change in here, dude. We're all guys." He bit his lip for a moment, seeming really unsure about how to proceed. He then said, "Okay ... should I put them on under the towel, or ...?" "Nah, it's good," I said. Next to me, Jesse was giving me a confused look. Oh well! I watched as the boy let the towel drop onto the floor in front of us, just a few feet away from where we sat. He was turned away from us then, so we could only see his butt ... It was small but round, surprisingly bubble-ish for his young age, looking more like a girl's than a boy's. I found myself gazing directly at it, not caring that in my periphery my brother was looking at me with wide eyes, no doubt beginning to piece some things together ... Caleb slipped those dinosaur briefs up to his waist and then turned around. In front, I could see the outline of his little package, inches below that cute little belly button. He threw on a shirt and some shorts with a little belt and then turned to us again and said, "Okay, I'm ready." "Cool, let's head downstairs then," I said. "Oh, I have to go to the bathroom first," Caleb said. "I'll be back in a sec." He left the room and went to relieve himself. I briefly had an image pop into my head: Caleb standing above me in the bath, urinating onto my face and chest ... I shook it out of my head, and was about to get up from the bed when my brother pulled me back by the hand and asked: "What are you doing?" I turned to him, acting like I was the one who should be confused. I asked, "What do you mean?" "You were looking at his butt!" Jesse said. He paused for a moment and then asked, his voice a whisper, "Are you ... into him?" "Oh, c'mon!" I said dismissively. I started to get up again but he again pulled me down. "Seriously, man ... If you are, that's cool with me. I'd just like to know is all," he said. I read such sincerity in his eyes, so like mine, that I went ahead and said, following a sigh, "Maybe I am. I don't know ... I think he's cute." "It's cool, for real," Jesse said. He looked down, pausing for a moment, and then said, "I ... I may be gay too." "I don't know if I'm gay," I said, feeling like I needed to correct him. "Maybe I'm bi or something. But anyway, he's our cousin, man. I know I could ... never act on whatever it is. It's just fun is all." "I get that," Jesse said. "Anyway, we can talk more later sometime if you want. I think he's almost done." With that, we got up and our cousin met us outside of the bathroom. We went downstairs to the dining room and began playing some Uno. Chapter 5: Kyle The kids had gone to bed an hour ago, not long after we had finished watching a movie together on Netflix. That had followed our dinner, earlier, at Torchy's, where Daniel's boys had brought up the idea of going to the beach tomorrow together. They had realized that they shared some common interests with their cousin and had thought that would make for a good introduction to San Michelle. Daniel and I had both agreed and so the plan was to head over to one of the city's many public beaches tomorrow morning before lunch. We would stop by the local grocery store to pick up some things for lunch. I myself really enjoyed the beach too, so this seemed like a great plan. Daniel and I remained in the TV room, sitting on the couch and half-facing each other. We had done a lot of talking today about so many things, catching up on how our respective careers were developing and how things were going with our ex-wives and what it was like to raise boys these days. He was telling me about how excited and nervous he was to gain custody of the twins, and I was reassuring him that the rewards would outweigh the stress involved. He seemed to have appreciated all that reassurance, and I had been happy to give it. Slowly over the course of the day we had felt more comfortable talking about more emotionally charged topics of conversation. Finally, here in the den, we turned back to Dad. "So tell me about the last time you were with Dad," I said. "I mean, the last time you saw him before he died." "Okay," Daniel said slowly. "It was about a week before the heart attack, and we were at a coffee shop here in San Michelle, actually not too far from the beach we'll be hitting up tomorrow. Anyway, he was telling me about how he wanted to travel in coming months, something he had always wanted to do after he retired. But you know Dad ..." I did know Dad, or at least what Daniel meant by this. Dad was the type of person who wouldn't put anything down. I mean that he was constantly busy, usually with work but sometimes with various projects. For example, he had made himself a fishing boat once. Another time he had added a whole wing to his and Mom's house, because he had wanted a "meditation room." He had done all or most of the work entirely on his own, no doubt nearly breaking his back in the process. Who knows how much damage all that work and stress had done to him, to his heart, in recent years. Anyway, so the idea that Dad would be out traveling and just kind of relaxing, as he had told us he would be doing in retirement, was kind of laughable to be honest. "So he was back on the old traveling bit again, I see," I said sarcastically. "Yup ..." Daniel said softly. Then he added, "Oh, and he did say something about you, too, actually, and Caleb." Daniel looked into my eyes and said, "He said that he wanted to spend more time with you both, that maybe he'd see if he could rent a place near where you guys live and he'd do some of his 'relaxing' there. He seemed pretty serious about it." "Hmm, that's interesting," I said. I felt, again, a pang of regret then, for how Dad and I had drifted apart over the years. I also felt something like anger, too, because it had been him, his idea, to get a divorce with Mom. It had also been, as far as I could tell then and now, his idea to end what we had together, the emotional and sexual relationship we had cultivated together the year before the divorce. I had felt so betrayed by him then, and so abandoned ... Some of that hurt and anger came up again now, as I listened to my brother. He seemed to notice my change of mood. He said, "I know you and he had some problems ... Truth is, I have had my problems with him, too, as I'm sure you could guess. He was a complicated man." "He sure was ..." I said, so many thoughts and feelings flowing through my head. I suddenly decided to open up a bit more with him, with my older brother, to trust him with my vulnerability ... "There's something else, Daniel," I started. "He ... Dad, um, kind of molested me, as a kid, before the divorce." His eyes went wide and he slowly nodded. I also saw him swallowing. Then he replied, "He and I ... Well, he did the same with me, after I moved in with him." I had definitely not expected that! I had never told him about me and Dad, and I had felt, at the time, that I was and would be forever alone with the knowledge of what had happened all those years ago. Now I was hearing that I was not alone, that my brother had also experienced what I had experienced. I could hardly believe what he was saying, but I knew I must believe him as he seemed to be believing me in return. "I had no idea," I said. "For how long? I mean, how long did he do that with you?" "It went on from sometime after I moved in with him, and it went on until Angie gave birth to the twins," he explained. "I know what you're thinking ... Yes, I was still ... being sexual with him while I was with Angie. Another thing is that ... it was consensual, what Dad and me did together all that time." "It was consensual with me, too ... I think," I said. "I was so young though, like 8 or 9, Caleb's age ... I surely couldn't have truly consented at that age. I thought I wanted it though, back then. I wanted him ..." A memory flashed into my head at that moment: Dad sitting on the toilet seat lid, naked, and I sitting on top of him, also naked, in his arms with my legs to the side, his hard penis pressed against me and mine pointing almost straight up. He was caressing my thighs and my butt, and I was looking up into his gentle, smiling face. I was telling him that I loved us being naked together like this. "I think I get it, though I know I was older," Daniel said, and sighed. "I think I loved him, or was in love with him, at one point." He looked up at me, softly smiling. "It's somehow ... Well, it feels good telling you about this, finally. Or just telling anyone about it. I have been hiding this for so long." "Same, for me," I said. I then added something else, opening myself up to being even more vulnerable, in all likelihood: "Daniel ... do you remember how you and me ..." "Yes," he said immediately. "I do ..." I nodded. We looked deeply into each other's eyes. I reached over and put my hand over his, where he had laid it on the couch between us. I caressed the back of his hand softly with my thumb. I said, "Daniel ... I've been thinking again about all that, about us, and about what we had together. I know we were young, the age of your boys, but it ... felt so natural somehow, and my feelings for you were so deep at one point. I also felt so hurt and heartbroken when you went to live with Dad, and when you started dating Angie. I had no idea you were also ... with Dad, at that time." I felt a tear flowing down my cheek then, and I tasted its saltiness as it slid into a corner of my mouth. I continued, asking, "Why didn't you at least tell me?" He sighed and said, very carefully, his voice soft, "I think ... I just couldn't handle it. I was already feeling so ... I don't know, guilty, I guess, about Angie, and how I was kind of 'cheating' on her with Dad. It was hard, trying to live a double life. I didn't think I could take on a third life, with you. So I just kind of ... tried to forget about us." He took his other hand and placed it over the one I had put over his, and he scooted in more closely. I could see his eyes also beginning to well up. He spoke again, saying, "I ... I'm so sorry, Kyle. I realize, now, that I hurt you so badly ... I wish I could go back and change things, but I can't. You have every right to be angry at me." "I'm not angry with you," I said. "At least not anymore. I might be a little angry still with Dad, I guess. But I forgave you long ago. You're my brother, and you used to be my best friend in the whole world, with whom I could share anything, or almost anything, I guess ..." I leaned over and gave him a soft kiss on the cheek, tasting a salty tear that had traveled down from his own eye. I added very softly, "I love you, Daniel." "I love you too, Kyle," he said. He leaned over toward me but he didn't kiss me back on the cheek. Instead, he pressed his lips against mine and held them there for several seconds before pulling them away with a gentle smacking sound. We sat like that for a while, just holding each other's hands and staring into each other's eyes. I felt a glimmer of that intense love that I had felt for him all those years ago, a shadow of what had been. He sighed again and said, "I appreciate that we had this discussion, Kyle ... Can we talk about it another time?" I nodded. He and I stood up at the same time, still holding hands, and both of us simultaneously came in for a close hug. We held each other like that for a long time, caressing each other's backs. Although I did feel a stirring in my groin, I didn't notice that either of us had become erect. It was a good, close, brother's hug, for the most part. "Well, hope you sleep well," Daniel said, letting go of me and starting to make his way to the door. "Goodnight, Kyle." "Goodnight, Daniel." He closed the door behind him. I fell down onto the bed they had made and stared up at the ceiling for some time, thinking about all that we had talked about and wondering about what any of this meant for us, for he and I, and for our families, if anything. Would we ... re-approach things, rekindle at least some aspects of the relationship we had had? Or was this simply a moment of catharsis and perhaps forgiveness and mutual understanding? I guess only time would tell. Chapter 6: Caleb After the movie, Jesse, Nate and I went back into the room we would sharing and began to get ready for bed. We all took turns brushing our teeth and changing into our PJ's, and then we all went to our beds and tucked ourselves in. We did not, however, go to bed yet. It's okay, because I wasn't really that tired anyway. Yes, it had been a really long day for me and Daddy, but being in a new place was kind of weird and made me a little ... anxious? Distracted? I didn't know. I just knew that I wasn't at all sleepy. "Hey, Caleb," Nate said, propping his head up on his pillow from his bed, which was on the bottom bunk. "Want to talk about girls with us?" I swallowed nervously, and said, "Uh, sure." "Okay, so, Caleb ..." Nate began. "Do you like anyone right now?" I must have been blushing, and I for sure didn't feel like looking him in the eye when I answered. I said, "Um, maybe ..." "Ah, so he has someone," Nate said. "Can you tell us about her?" I quickly searched my mind until a girl from my school popped into my head, Hailey. "Um, her name is Hailey and she's got brown hair and brown eyes, I think ..." "You don't know your crush's eye color?" Jesse asked. He had his head over the side of the bed above his brother's, looking down at me in the dim lamplight. "I think it's brown," I said. "I just forgot." I was hoping we could change the subject. "Have you asked her out yet?" Nate asked. I laughed nervously, and said, "No, not yet." I decided to try to change the focus of the conversation. I did so by asking, "What about you guys? Do you have girlfriends?" "Not yet," Nate said. "There are lots of cuties at our school." "Me neither," Jesse said. There was silence for a few minutes, during which I tried to collect my racing thoughts. I was about to ask them if they could turn off the light when suddenly Nate spoke up again: "Are you also into guys?" he asked, staring into my face intently. Above him, Jesse pulled his head back away from the edge of the bed. I didn't answer for a moment, and I wondered if I could pull off a lie ... Finally I said, "Um, yeah, I think some guys are cute ..." "Oh yeah?" Nate asked, sitting up against his pillows. "Anyone in particular?" I wanted to laugh then, because if I were to answer his question honestly I would have to tell him ... that I thought that both of them were cute, really cute, especially Nate. Yes, I was gay (or maybe bi, but not sure about that) and had been for as long as I could remember. "No, no one in particular," I lied. "There's a couple guys in my class who are kind of cute. That's all." "Interesting," Nate said. He paused for a moment and then added, "I think I might be bi, myself ... It's pretty common these days, you know, to be bi or gay or whatever ..." He looked up at the bottom of the top bunk and said, "Jesse's gay too." Jesse suddenly said, in an angry tone, "What? No I'm not!" Nate looked confused, and said, "But you told me that ... Oh, nevermind. My bad." "Can we go to bed?" Jesse asked. "I'm getting really tired." "Okay, whatever, party pooper," Nate said. He then turned to me and asked, "Are you ready to hit the hay?" I nodded. Then to my surprise Nate promptly unbuttoned his pajama shirt, pulled it off of himself, and tossed it onto the floor. Next, he put his arms under the covers and did something there, and a moment later he was dropping what looked like his pajama pants and his boxers onto his top. He looked at me and smiled, saying, "I sleep naked ... Is that cool?" I nodded and said, "Yeah, it is." "Awesome," he replied. "Well, goodnight. Can you turn off the light for us, Caleb?" I got up off the air mattress and went to the lamp on the dresser and turned it off. I went back to my bed and shifted around a bit trying to get comfortable. I stayed awake for a very long time, thinking about all the day's events and about the conversation I had just had with the twins. I briefly imagined how they would look naked, what Nate looked like were he to fling aside the covers with the lights on. I felt myself growing hard, as happened in moments like these. I also thought about something, or someone, else ... Daddy. I imagined for a moment that he and I were in his bed, naked, our arms entangled as we kissed passionately. Yes, I loved him, my own daddy, and had for a long time, possibly for as long as I could remember ... One of my earliest complete memories was of him giving me a bath, when I was probably 4 years old. We had gone into the bathroom per the usual and I had stripped off all my clothes and had stepped into the tub. I had sat down in the tub with my legs crossed and had enjoyed the feel of the warm, bubbly water around me on my bare skin. Daddy had put several of my toys into the water and I had played with them that night, too. But for some reason, perhaps one that I would only come to recognize years later, I had paid more attention to him that night. He had knelt by the tub and had smiled so brightly down upon me, occasionally pointing out a toy here or a toy there and sometimes even taking one of them and playing right along with me, using sound effects and all. He had then begun washing me, spreading soap and water over my entire body. I had enjoyed feeling his strong hands on my chest, over my little nipples, on my stomach, my butt, and, most of all, my penis. He had held it then, between his fingers, and had caressed it on the side, up and down it's small length, and I remember growing really hard, and I had felt really good while he touched me. I had looked up at his face and had felt so much love for him. At times I wondered if he loved me back, in that way ... I doubted that he did. I mean, I was his freaking kid after all, and only a boy. He couldn't like me the way I liked him. No way! He just happened to be a really affectionate daddy. That's all. And sure, sometimes he got hard when he'd touch me, but an older boy in our neighborhood had said that sometimes guys just get hard around each other like that, and that it doesn't mean anything at all. He said that it was a part of being a man. I found myself getting hard a lot in weird situations too, so I believed him! Still ... No, I couldn't believe that he and I could ever be anything but daddy and son. After probably an hour of this, of having all these and other thoughts running through my brain, I finally tuckered myself out and fell asleep. The next morning, I was woken up by a knock at the door. It was Uncle Daniel, who called in, "Hey boys, time to get up! It's already pretty late and we got to get going if we want to be at the beach before lunch." I heard some rustling nearby, knowing it was the twins in their bunk. Jesse yawned and then asked, "Can you get the light again, Caleb?" I dutifully obeyed, though of course I was also very tired still. I turned the overhead light on this time and then quickly collapsed back onto my bed and pulled the covers up. "Whew, I had some weird dreams," Nate said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. As he did so, the covers fell almost to his waist. I could see his belly button. He had a nice chest, and stomach, for his age ... He looked over at me and smiled, saying, "You were in one of them, and for some reason we were climbing this big mountain together and we had a picnic or a barbecue or something at the top." "That is weird!" I said. "I don't think I had any." That was a lie, actually. I had had at least one dream ... In it, Daddy and I had been in a tent, camping, and we were in the same sleeping bag and he had his dick pushing against my butt ... I started to get hard again now just remembering it. Nate reached down and grabbed only his boxers and he reached with them under the covers to put them on. A second later he pulled the covers away from himself so that I could see his only boxer-clad body in full. I couldn't help but notice that the front of his boxers was tented. He saw me looking at him down there and said, "Morning wood. That's what they call it. Don't you get it too?" I nodded, and blushed. Yes, of course I also got it! Jesse got down from his bed up top and went over to the dresser to get some of his things. He unbuttoned his own PJ shirt, took it off, and replaced it with a T-shirt. He went back to the drawer and found his swimsuit and took it with him into the bathroom where he would be changing. Nate sat up on the side of the bed and said, "So, should we get changed?" I nodded and pulled the covers away from myself, revealing my own "morning wood" in the process, beneath my PJ pants. I went over to the drawer where my stuff was and pulled out my swimsuit. I suddenly felt so embarrassed ... It was a Speedo, a red one with some fake grey "shark's teeth" on it around its hem. Daddy and I always used Speedos these days just because, he said, it was better for swimming and both of us were wanting to become serious swimmers. At the beach, though ... was that weird? Nate saw what I was holding and said, "Wow, that's what you're rocking, eh?" He winked at me and said, "It's cute. Almost as cute as your Dino undies." I blushed, but felt a little better because of what he had said. He went over to the drawer and pulled out his swimsuit, what looked like some board shorts. He immediately pulled his boxers down and I got a major glimpse of his penis before he stepped into his suit and pulled it up. It had still been long and hard, and had remained so even after he had covered it up again, it now sticking out of the front of his suit. It had looked a lot bigger than my own, that's for sure. I found myself wanting to see it again, more fully. "Are you going to change?" he asked, looking down at me and smiling. I nodded and pulled my pajama T-shirt up over my head. Then I half-turned away from him and pushed down my pants and underwear until I was as fully naked as he had been a moment before. I quickly put my suit on, it looking a little weird right now since I was so hard. Hopefully it would go down soon! I looked back at Nate and saw him quickly averting his eyes. He had put on a tank top shirt. I reached into the drawer and pulled out some shorts and a T-shirt of my own, and quickly put them on, the shorts over my Speedo. We headed down to the kitchen where we found Jesse talking to Daddy and Daniel as they packed up a cooler. Daniel wore a tank top and some board shorts, as did both of his sons (Jesse having also put on the same thing), while Daddy wore a blue Hawaiian shirt and some khaki shorts. I suspected he was wearing his Speedo as well. I was excited to see it, though he actually already looked pretty hot in that shirt ... Both he and Daniel wore hats, Daddy wearing a blue bucket hat and Daniel wearing one made of straw and that was wide brimmed. Both of them looked really handsome, Uncle Daniel too. "We taking two cars?" Daddy asked. "We probably should, if that's OK with you," Uncle Daniel said. "The Subaru fits 5 but with the cooler and everything else we'd be pretty tight. It's not a far drive and there should be plenty of parking." "Okay, I'll take my car then," Daddy said. He had a little white Honda. "Can Caleb go with us?" Nate asked, looking from Daddy to Daniel. "But then who would go with your uncle?" Daniel asked him, chuckling. "I could go with him," Jesse volunteered. "Okay, then we'll do that," Daniel said. "Oh, and let's bring some Cliff bars to munch on on the way, for breakfast." We all piled into the respective vehicles after putting our stuff in the backs of each of them. We waved Daddy goodbye and got into the Forester. I got into the backseat, naturally, but Nate got into the backseat as well. He said, "I'll sit back here with you for the ride, cuz." He smiled over at me, and continued to do so as we made our way down to the beach. I ate my Cliff bar pretty quickly, while Nate took his time with his. We did find parking spots pretty easily, both cars, and the actual beach wasn't too far away from the parking lot so it wasn't a big deal bringing all of our things down there. When we had gotten over a little dune the beach and its ocean came into view. It was gorgeous! The water looked so refreshing. It was mostly blue and green, and the sun made it all shimmery in the late-morning light. The sand was white and clean looking and there were swaying palm trees here and there providing cool shade. There was a slightly warm breeze blowing toward us from the water. I was relieved it wasn't too warm since Daddy and I had been to beaches where that was definitely the case! We found a spot of our own, pretty far away from the nearest guests, and began to set up "camp." That involved setting up the umbrellas and beach chairs, spreading towels, and situating the cooler somewhere in some shade. I thought we did a pretty good job, myself! I took a seat next to Daddy and he sat by Jesse. Meanwhile, Nate and his father began to strip off their outer layers until both were only in their suits. All of us had donned sunglasses, of one kind and color or another, something that would allow me to more stealthily "check out" my companions. I did so now, taking in first Nate and then his dad. "Wanna put some sunscreen on me, cutie?" Nate asked, tossing me the sunscreen. "I can put it on you too, you know," Uncle Daniel said, chuckling. "If you do me." "I'll do yours after," Nate said, coming up and turning his back to me. "I can do yours, Dad," Jesse said. He immediately got up and went over to his dad, a shy look on his face as he made his approach. Daniel handed him one of the two tubes of sunscreen and squeezed some out onto his son's hand. Jesse began to spread the stuff over his dad's back while Daniel did his own front, face and arms. I admired my uncle's body for a few seconds, noting how strong and muscular he was. Meanwhile, I started to rub sunscreen into Nate's back, trying to make sure to get every inch of his skin. I enjoyed touching him, and I got the sense that he enjoyed me touching him as well. He was doing his front at the time, following his dad's example. After we had finished I turned and saw that Daniel was now applying the sunscreen to Jesse's bare back. That just left Daddy and me, as far as being the unprotected ones. After that, all of sat down again and began to sip on our sodas (us kids) or beers (Daddy and Daniel) and partake of some of the little snacks we had bought. Jesse opened one of the jars of salsa and began dipping tortilla chips, while I munched on some cheesy crackers. Daddy had a little Bluetooth speaker and he hung it up under the larger umbrella. A few moments later he had some low reggae beach music playing softly in the background. I said that all of sat down, but that's not true. Nate, instead, laid down on his back on a beach towel in the sun, apparently working on his tan. He would smile up at me every so often, and I'd blush and smile back at him. "Beautiful place you got here, Daniel," Daddy said, taking a sip of his beer. "I'm jealous!" "It really is beautiful," Daniel agreed. "We should be coming here a lot more often." Several minutes passed, maybe a half-an-hour, before Nate announced that he was going into the water. He asked if we all wanted to join him. Jesse and Uncle Daniel said they would, but Daddy and me declined since we hadn't yet gotten down to our swimsuits and hadn't used any sunscreen yet. We said that if they were still down there by the time we were ready, we would for sure join them! We watched for a moment as they frolicked in the water, diving under waves as they made their way further out. Then Daddy turned to me and asked if we could help each other with our sunscreen. I agreed, so we began to strip at the same time. I looked over at him taking off his clothes as I removed mine, seeing him unbuttoning his Hawaiian shirt and exposing his bare chest. He then pulled down his khaki shorts so that he stood there now in only the Speedo, his Navy blue. I always loved seeing him in one of these, especially when I could tell that his penis was getting chubby. I could see the outline of his shaft and balls. I snapped back to myself and averted my eyes, hoping he hadn't noticed my gaze. I had removed my shirt and shorts as well, at this point, and stood there in front of him now also only in my small swimsuit. We were kind of "twins," weren't we? "You always look so cute in that suit," Daddy said. He stepped toward me and reached down to briefly touch its waistband. Having his hand that close to me could no doubt cause my penis to expand if I wasn't careful to strategically distract myself, something I had tried to become better at. "Thanks, Daddy," I said. "You do too ... Want to sunscreen each other up?" He nodded and squeezed some of the stuff out into his hand and began to apply it to my back. I did my best to cover my face and my front. As he touched me, I tried to divert my attention to something totally random, in this case the shape of a cloud far away in the distance. I was so worried I could get fully hard and in this I wouldn't be able to hide it. I did his back next, enjoying the opportunity to explore his muscles. He wasn't nearly as muscular as his brother, of course, but he had a nice front and back himself, and some really nice legs if I may say so. Oh, and don't even get me started about his butt! That done, we waited for a few minutes until the sunscreen was likely absorbed and then we made our way to the edge of the water. There, we dipped our toes and then our feet into the water which was surprisingly cool. We got in all the way and started to head toward Daniel and the other boys. "Hey, water's nice, huh?" Daniel asked, seeing us. He and the twins were attempting to body board on some waves, but it didn't seem to be working very well. "You guys know how to surf?" he asked. "No, but I'd be interested," Daddy answered. "I could teach you. I am a big surfer. Should have brought one of our boards!" "We surf too," Nate said, plodding over to me. "I have a sick board. I'll show you at home." "That's cool," I said simply, not knowing what else to say. We all played around a bit more in the water until Daniel, Jesse and Daddy all said they had had enough for now and wanted to have lunch. I was about to go and do the same when Nate reached out and held my hand. He said softly, "Hey, stay with me." I half-turned toward him and nodded, and called out to the others, "I'll stay a little longer with Nate!" Daddy nodded and the three of them headed toward the shore. Meanwhile, Nate still held my hand and once the others had gone a certain distance, he turned so that we were face to face. He let go of my hand but then reached out and held me on my sides. He gazed into my eyes, and I into his. "You're a really cute boy, you know that?" he asked. "I think you're really cute, at least." "Thanks, Nate," I said, feeling flattered at the compliment. I felt myself starting to grow again in my little suit. "You're cute too." "Thanks," he said. Then he whispered what he said next, as if any of the others could hear us: "Have you ever went skinny dipping?" I found myself blushing again, as always, and said, "No, I haven't ..." "Wanna do it right now?" he asked. "We can both do it." "What about our suits?" "I can hold onto them, both of them, for us. I'll make sure they don't get away!" Nate said, chuckling. "I promise, they won't!" "Um, alright," I said. We both bent slightly to remove our suits, after which I gave him mine. He held onto it and his own with his left hand and with his right he held me again on my side. The moving water came up to his upper stomach and my chest, since he was taller than me by a few inches. It felt weird not having anything on beneath the water, but I was also feeling so excited, and I guess turned on, knowing that no clothing separated us anymore at this moment. I was very hard. "There, nothing to it, right, sweetie?" Nate said, gazing down into my eyes. "Do you like this?" I nodded, biting my lip. "I do too," he said. He inched closer to me until I could feel something hard but smooth bumping into my penis, it sliding down my shaft a little, up and down, in a bobbing rhythm. I knew what it was. Nate spoke again, asking, "Do you ever jerk off, Caleb?" I swallowed hard, then said, "I have, I think. It feels good." "Do you do it until it feels really good, though?" he asked. "I mean, until you have an orgasm." "Um, I don't think so ..." I answered. I had definitely "played with" myself, and had stroked it too, but I wasn't sure what exactly he was referring to. "Me and Jesse jerk off a lot," Nate continued. "We're still too young to make cum though, but I think I'll be doing that soon since I found a hair on my dick the other day. I'm also getting a lot bigger, Jesse is too. Our balls are huge, and our cocks are growing too. You're probably a few years off still from all that." He suddenly added, "Do you know what cum is?" I had gone onto the Internet once or twice, looking some of this stuff up, so I knew what he was referring to, I think ... "Like the white stuff that makes babies?" I asked. "Yeah, that stuff," he said. "I heard it smells really weird, but some people like it. Some people even like to eat it!" That was new to me! I wondered for a moment what Daddy's cum would taste like ... Before I could pursue that thought any longer, though, Nate asked, "Have you ever kissed anybody?" "No, I haven't," I said. "Wanna kiss me?" he asked. He scooted even closer and I could feel the tip of his penis touching my ballsack, with its length against mine all the while. He looked down at my lips. "Um ... sure." He slowly bent over and pressed his lips against mine, but held it only for a few moments before pulling back part of the way. He leaned in a second time and kissed me again, this time letting it linger a bit longer. His lips were so soft against mine, and a bit salty, thanks no doubt to the ocean water. "That's nice, huh?" he asked, smiling at me. "Let's do it again sometime." He slid his hand down my side and around my back, and moved it down my skin until I could feel it against my left butt cheek. He squeezed it twice while saying, "We can do a lot of things together if you want, baby ... Would you like that?" I nodded, and swallowed hard. He leaned in and gave me one more kiss, and then he held up my and his suits and said, "We should probably get back. They'll get suspicious." We stepped back away from each other and put on our suits again. Then we plodded through the water back toward the beach. As we got up onto the sand, I glanced down at myself and saw that I was still hard behind my Speedo. I was about to turn back and go into the water again when my cousin reached out and grabbed my hand. He said, "It's ok! Dad says it's normal and nothing to be ashamed of. I'm still hard too!" He gestured down at his crotch and yes, his board shorts were still severely tented. "Ok," I said, feeling reluctant but wanting to trust Nate. We made our way across the beach to the "camp." "Hey, you were out there a while," Uncle Daniel said from where he sat in his beach chair. He was still shirtless and was sipping on what looked like a Corona. It was hard to tell for sure, but it looked like he glanced down at both of our swimsuits for a second each, as if noting our hardness. If he did notice, he didn't say or do anything about it, as Nate had suggested. Jesse was sitting next to him, nursing a soda, also with his shirt off. As for Daddy, he was laying out on a towel on the sand, on his stomach, his face buried in his folded arms. I found myself staring down at his beautiful butt, how nicely toned it was looking in his Speedo in the sunlight. "Wanna build a sand castle?" Nate asked me and Jesse. "This sand is the best for those. We can make a really good one." I, for one, was into that idea, mostly because I'd get to spend some more time with those handsome boys. I also liked building things. I guess Jesse was also into it because he stood right up with us. "Put on some more sunscreen first," Daniel said. Nate glanced around and then pointed to a shady spot under a palm tree. He said, "There's some shade on the sand over there. It's still pretty close to the water too. Let's build it there." We gathered up some tools and took some waters with us so we could rehydrate. We went to the spot and started to build something more or less amazing.