Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2023 04:12:11 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 7 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 7: Daniel The boys went off to work on their sand castle in the shade, leaving me with my sunbathing younger brother. I stared down at him, paying special attention to his ass which was so perfectly framed in the skimpy swimsuit. I felt a low stirring in my board shorts. I had been thinking all day about that kiss we had shared last night in the den. I found myself recalling again and again the feel of his soft lips against mine. I also imagined kissing him again, and again, and many times over ... I felt some part, at least, of that sweet, joyful love I had had for him as a young teen. I felt so ... excited right now, to see what, if anything, would or could come next between us. I knew nothing probably would happen, nothing more, but the mere thought that something might was really thrilling for me, in itself. I wondered if he might feel the same way about me ... "Can you get me one of those?" Kyle said just then, raising his head to look up at me behind his dark shades. He got up onto his knees and then stood up, stretching his arms out in the process. As he did so, I observed the outline of his penis in the Speedo, able to make out the chubby shaft, its head, and his bulbous testicles beneath. He definitely looked a lot bigger than I remembered. I half-turned toward the cooler next to me and pulled out another cold Corona. I used a bottle top opener to open the top, and then I handed it up to him. He took a swig and then plopped down into Jesse's chair, next to mine. He asked, "Can I sit here!" "Of course." We sat there silently watching the waves rolling in and out, listening to them and to the soft beachy music in the background. Then he spoke up: "Seems like the boys are getting along well, especially Nate and Caleb." "Yeah, they are," I agreed. "Nate's not usually that open and friendly with new people. He seems to be taking your son under his wing." "I appreciate it," Kyle said. "Caleb has said he wishes he had a brother. I know he thinks very highly of the twins. They're good role models." We sat there again in silence for a few moments, until I decided I would go ahead and ask him about an idea I had. "I was thinking ..." I started, staring out at the water again. "How would you like to have dinner together tonight, just you and me? There are some other good restaurants here, including some good ones right on the beach. Oh, and I'm personally fine leaving the boys alone at home, if you are. They all seem pretty responsible these days." He turned toward me and said, "I'd like that. And I'm cool too, about the boys. Maybe we could order them a pizza or something. My treat." He smiled at me, and I smiled back. The rest of the afternoon went well. The boys completed a pretty large and elaborate sand castle together, showcasing their intelligence and ingenuity. We made sure to take a lot of pictures before we all started to pack up and carry our stuff out to the cars. That done, we all took turns rinsing the sand off of ourselves at these little public showers they had there. I personally felt much better after that, since I had felt pretty gross earlier! Caleb and Nate drove with me again, and they both remained in the back seat next to each other. I had noticed earlier that both of them had been hard in their suits, after getting up out of the ocean. I hadn't thought much of it at the time. I remembered getting hard like that all the time when I was their age. I did start to wonder, though, whether ... there was some kind of attraction there, though, between them. Maybe I'd tell Kyle later, to hear what he thought. "Hey, how would you boys like to have the place to yourselves tonight?" I asked, looking at them with the rear view mirror. "We could order you a pizza. And maybe you could watch a movie or something on Amazon? Me and Caleb's dad are thinking about going out to eat somewhere tonight, just us. That ok?" Nate smiled brightly and immediately said, "I think that's a great idea, Dad! Don't worry, we'll take good care of our cuz here." He turned to Caleb who looked back at him bashfully. "I'd like it too," Caleb said softly, maintaining his gaze on my son. We made it home and, after doing some unpacking and also confirming the plan with Jesse, we all took our showers and the kids dressed more casually while Kyle and I dressed up a bit, me donning a Hawaiian shirt and some khaki shorts, he some chinos and a dark blue button-down. We both wore sandals on our feet and made sure to bring our sunglasses in case we'd need them. We ordered a pizza for the boys, said goodbye, and headed out to the Forester since I would be driving us down to one of my favorite restaurants, Miriam's, which was located literally right on the beach on the second floor of a hotel. It was pretty busy there but I happened to know a hostess and I had been texting her after we got home and she had said she squeezed in a reservation for us. We would be sitting on the patio facing the ocean where the sun would be setting, and we'd be situated in a corner far away from the nearest table. We got there and were guided to our table by my friend. She graciously took our drink orders. I went with one of this place's famous Mai Tai's and Kyle stuck with an IPA. We sat and sipped for a bit, chatting about various things before ordering an appetizer (coconut shrimp). As we drank and then ate, the sun began to sink lower and lower over the ocean and the sky and its clouds began to grow redder and more orange as sunset approached. He was facing the sun, so he continued to wear his sunglasses until it went down under the horizon. "So, what do you think?" I asked, as I took a bite of the coconut shrimp. "It's really good!" he said. "I really like it here so far, in San Michelle. Living here ... it must feel like you're on vacation almost all the time." "You get used to it after a while," I said, chuckling. "I do still really enjoy the beach though. These sunsets are pretty nice, too." I half-turned to take a glance at it as I took a sip of my Mai Tai. I was getting a little buzzed. "Hey, so I was wondering if you noticed something today," I said, choosing then to launch into one of the questions I had for him. "I know we were talking about Nate putting Caleb under his wing, and I do think that's going on and I do really appreciate it. But have you wondered if maybe there's some kind of ... attraction there? I mean, between Nate and Caleb?" "I noticed," my brother said. "Nate is kind of sticking to Caleb like glue!" He chuckled. "I'm okay with them having little crushes on each other, or whatever." "Yeah, same here," I said. "I mean, I have heard about a lot of cousins having crushes on each other. It's normal, and it doesn't mean they will, you know, do anything." "What if they did?" Kyle asked. "I mean, you and me ... We were about their age, right?" I nodded, and thought back to the beginning ... I said, "Yeah, that's true. Do you remember how things started, between us?" I certainly did, though many of the details were foggy in my mind. I wondered if he remembered more. He took a long swig of his IPA and, after swallowing, turned to me and said, "It was after Dad left ... I was ... Well, I guess I was heartbroken, after that. I missed him a lot." "And you were crying, on the couch in the living room," I said, continuing the story. "And I asked why you were crying and you wouldn't tell me ... I never knew what the real reason was ..." "I kissed you," Kyle continued. "And we kept kissing, on that couch ... And that very night ..." "Are you ready to order?" Dede, the hostess friend of mine, said, interrupting Kyle. "Oh, I'm sorry! Should I come back?" she added, after seeing our expressions. "No, it's fine!" I said quickly. "I'll take the fish tacos." "Okay ... And for you, sir?" she asked, turning to Kyle. "Umm, how about the crab cakes?" "Excellent," Dede said. "Would you like any other drinks?" We ordered another round, but both had Mai Tai's this time. Sunset was very near, so we didn't get back to our earlier conversation immediately. Instead, I turned in my chair and we both sat and watched the last few minutes before the bright disc went under the horizon. It was gorgeous. There was also this perfect breeze that was developing around us, from the water. It was refreshing. A few minutes after the sunset, and after we had started eating our entrees and had both drank a good deal of our fresh round of drinks, the conversation turned back again to the former subject: "So you were ... vulnerable, after Dad left," I said. "Did I take advantage of you?" He shook his head and said, "Of course not. Yes, I missed Dad, and I did end up finding a lot of comfort in you, in us, and that was nice." He paused for a moment and met my eyes with his (he had taken off his sunglasses shortly before sunset), and continued, "But Daniel, what you and I had ... I believe it was true love. I do. I was so, so in love with you. With you, Daniel." I felt my heart melting within me, hearing that. I felt so much affection for him in that moment, and I also felt so much ... remorse, or regret, I think, for how things had turned out. For how I had hurt him so badly later, when I went away too. He had been abandoned by us both, Dad and me. I swallowed hard, feeling like I was holding in a tear. I said, "I loved you too, Kyle. I really, really did. It wasn't just a ... sexual thing. I did enjoy that aspect of what we had, but you, your whole personality, that was what--or who--I had fallen for." I added a moment later, "And I'm so, so sorry for how much I hurt you. I was ... I don't know, scared, and confused, I guess. I was so ... insensitive though, to you and your needs. I'm really sorry." He nodded, and swallowed himself. He said softly, "It's okay ... I do forgive you, Daniel." He looked up into my eyes again and said, "And ... I want to ask if you ... want to see if it's possible for us to ... rekindle things, between us ... in some way." He looked so nervous now, having said that last part, as if he was trying to brace himself for whatever would come from my side of this discussion. What came was this: "Kyle, I ... I have been wondering about that myself, about ... resuming somehow ... And ..." I paused, looked over at the ocean and at the stars showing themselves now above that dimly lit line at the end of the world. I continued, "... I think I would like to try, too." I turned and we looked each other in the eye, neither of us saying anything at all for some time. Finally, Dede came over and asked us if we were ready for the check. I said we were ready and that I'd be paying our bill. Kyle started to insist that he pay his part, but I refused and went ahead and gave Dede my card. She came back a couple minutes later and handed me a dish with the receipt. I left a very generous tip, signed and then stood up, asking my brother, "Do you, uh, want to go down to the beach for a minute? Just down there?" I pointed to our right. "There's a little path. And it's kind of a ... secluded spot, right there near this side of the patio." He nodded, and then followed me out of the restaurant and down that path. We found the spot, and it was indeed secluded, the nearest tourists (or they could have been locals!) a bit of a distance away from us. We both sat in the sand, next to each other, and watched the waves rolling in. We could see them in the starlight and in some of the light coming from above and behind us where the hotel and restaurant were located. It was now pretty dark out. Turning toward my brother, I could still see his face though. He'd look over at me in return, whenever I did that, and give me a little smile. "Can I lay down on my back?" he asked once, when I turned to look at him. "Of course," I said. He got on his back and I instinctively felt the need to get down on my side, with my head propped up on my elbow so that I could look down at my brother's face from above. I did so, and, looking down on him, I asked softly, "Can I hold you, Kyle?" "Yes," he said. I reached out with my other, free arm and placed it around his front and rested my hand on his side. I began to gently caress him there, my fingers sliding up and down against the fabric of the button-down shirt he wore. He looked up at me, into my eyes, and said, "Can we take all this very slow, Daniel? I mean ... It might take me a little while to get ... used to this again." He touched my arm that I had placed around him and began to lightly caress my skin, his fingers brushing through my hair. "I think that's for the best, too," I said. "And I can understand why it might be hard for you to ... trust me again." He nodded, continuing to caress my arm. He then asked, his voice sounding a little scratchy at first, "Daniel ... can we kiss again?" I smiled, gazing down at him, my eyes passing over his lips, and said, "Yes, of course." I slowly leaned down and pushed my lips against his, and we shared a gentle but meaningful kiss. His mouth was half-open, so when I pulled back away from him a little string of his saliva followed me until it broke and landed on my chin. There had been a satisfying smack as our lips had parted. "That was nice," he said, smiling up at me. "Can we do it again ... ?" I just nodded, with a little smile, and then bent over a second time to kiss him. It was definitely more sensual, both of our mouths being half-open which made the whole of it much juicier than the one before. I descended a third time, without needing him to ask for it, and our lips lingered much longer and they moved together in such a way that they were massaging one another. As we kept kissing, we started to also lightly suck on each other's lips from time to time. While we kissed, I slid my hand down to his waist and then up under the bottom of his button-down shirt so that my fingers could caress his stomach. After a few minutes of this, I suddenly came to realize that I had grown very, very hard in my shorts, and I had been pressing myself into his side. I pulled back, looked down into his eyes again in the light coming from the stars and the patio, and asked, "Is this too fast?" He reached up with his hand and touched me on my cheek, and pulled himself up a bit so he could give me another kiss. He lowered himself again afterward and said, "This is perfect, Daniel. I ... I haven't felt some of what I'm feeling right now in ... so many years. I never felt some of these things with Courtney, or anyone I've been with. I ... think this feels so right." I felt it too, that sense that this was somehow "right," for us, no matter what society said. I smiled down at him and said, "I'm glad. I feel it too." We lay there gazing at each other, stealing occasional kisses, some more erotic than others, but it felt like mostly we were just enjoying being back in each other's company, in this space again. It felt like a "coming home" to me, a return to some very safe place, to an old friend or a joyful memory. I didn't know where all this would lead this time, if anywhere beyond right now, but I was so grateful for it anyway. It was like I, or we, were getting another chance. We eventually decided we needed to head home, to check in on the boys who needed to be getting to bed soon. We got up, kicked off as much of the sand as we could, and then walked back up the beach toward the little path. He reached his hand out and took mine about half-way back, turning to smile at me as he did so, and I returned a smile right back at him. We squeezed each other's hands as we walked, from time to time, as if to confirm that this was all happening, that this was very real. Before getting back into the Subaru, he had his back against the passenger door and I placed both of my hands on his hips. I came in slowly and kissed him again. While we kissed, I pushed myself into him and felt my cock sliding against his. Both of us were hard, and I know I at least was leaking precum. I pulled back and we looked each other in the eye again, and I asked, "Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?" I bit my lip nervously and added, "We don't have to do anything, of course ... I just think it'd be really nice to be near you again, in the same bed. I used to love that so much." He nodded, and said, "Yes. I'll come to your room tonight, after the boys go to bed. I used to love that too ..." He leaned in toward me this time and kissed me again, not once but two times, and these were slow, intense kisses. I felt butterflies in my stomach, looking into his eyes after we had parted. They almost seemed to be glowing a little in the dark, illumined by their own source somehow. "Alright, let's go back," I said, and let go of him. We got into the car and drove in silence for the most part, smiling at each other as we went. I reached out and put my hand on his thigh and softly squeezed his muscles there a couple times. I felt like saying a few things, some questions I still had about him and Dad, in particular, but I figured we didn't have enough time right now since I didn't live too far from the beach. Hardly before I knew it we were already back! We got out of the car and went in through the front door. I called out, "Boys, we're home!" No answer. I looked over at my brother and shrugged. I said, "Might be up in their room?" "Yeah, let's hope!" Kyle said, with a nervous chuckle. I went upstairs by myself and headed to the boys' room. The door was closed so I gently knocked on it and called in, "Are you boys in there?" "It's just me," came a voice, Jesse's. A moment later he came to the door, opened it, and looked up at me with a strange expression on his face, something I couldn't decipher at the time. He said, "Caleb and Nate are outside in the backyard. They've been out there for like an hour or something." "You decided not to watch the movie?" I asked. "No, we did, as we ate our pizza," he explained. "It wasn't that long. Anyway, I'm just hanging out in here by myself." He added, as if answering a question I hadn't asked, "Oh and I'm okay. I just didn't feel like going out there with them is all." "Okay, no problem," I said. "I'm glad you're okay." I felt that there was definitely something or other "wrong" though, with him or the situation. In any case, he must have felt lonely, right? That prompted me to say, "Hey, sometime we should hang out, just the two of us. I know it can be hard having a brother, and maybe feeling like you only get split attention from me. I'm sorry. We can do better, about this." He smiled a sad smile, and said, "Okay ... I'd really like that, Dad." He came in for a hug, something I hadn't anticipated in that exact moment. We held it for a while, and then he let me go. "Well, I'll send the boys upstairs and you three can go to bed soon," I said. "Goodnight, son. I love you." "I love you too, Dad," he said softly. I left him and went back downstairs. Kyle was in the kitchen looking down at the remains of the pizza, a couple slices of pepperoni and sausage. He looked up at me and asked, "They upstairs?" "Jesse is, but Caleb and Nate are in the back, apparently," I said. "I'll be right back. I'm going to go out there and tell them it's bedtime." I headed to the backdoor and saw that the lights were all off outside. I flipped the switch and the patio light came on. I opened the door and looked out and immediately saw that, to my right on the patio, Nate and Caleb sat together on the swing seat. They were sitting on opposite sides of the seat, away from each other, and both sat at angles facing me. Caleb had a pillow in front of him, on his lap, and his cousin had his knees up to his chest and his arms folded around his legs. They both had red faces and looked like they were trying to catch their breath. "Hey, Dad," Nate said, and gulped loudly. "We were just talking out here." I suspected, of course, that they had done some other things in addition to whatever talking had happened. I wasn't born yesterday--I knew they must have been kissing or making out, before I turned on the light, and had tried to hide the fact from me. Oh well! I wouldn't bring attention to it. I smiled and said, "Cool. Sounds fun. It's pretty late. I think it's bedtime." Nate nodded vigorously and said, "We'll be in in a minute, Dad. And yes, we'll go to bed right away." "Okay, goodnight!" I said, and went back inside. I left the light on and then went back to the kitchen where Kyle was drinking some water from a glass. "Yeah, they were outside," I told him. "So ... my room, in a bit? I'm assuming you want to shower first?" "Yeah, that works," he said. "See you soon ..." I went upstairs and tidied up the room a bit before I went in to take my shower. Afterward, I brushed my teeth and slipped on some boxer briefs and a T-shirt, and then went to my bed and got up under the sheets. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. I didn't have any lights on, so that coming from the screen was the only source. I flipped to one of my favorite sitcoms, Frasier, which happened to be on one of my channels at this time, and turned the volume down a lot. I idly watched, waiting for my brother. I felt nervous and excited, looking forward to spending more quality time with him but wondering about whether anything would ... happen tonight. I didn't think so, but still ... I heard and saw my door opening, and Kyle stepped inside and closed the door behind himself. He wore what looked like basketball shorts, with a loose T-shirt. He looked over at me and said, "Hey." I smiled and said, "Hey ... Wanna join me?" I patted the free space to my left, where I had also opened the sheets and covers. He nodded and got in next to me. I got on my side and scooted over a bit so I could put my arm around him again, and stare down into his dimly lit face. We were in the same position we had been in at the beach not long before. "This is nice, Daniel," Kyle said, gazing up at me. "Feels like the old times, for sure ..." "Yeah, I agree," I said. "Thank you for joining me in here." "No problem." He turned to glance at the TV and said, "Frasier, huh? I remember watching that a lot at one point." "Yeah, it's one of my favorites," I said, smiling again. I turned to the topic of the boys, saying, "Hey, by the way ... I think I kind of, or might have, 'caught' Nate and Caleb doing something outside in the back, on the patio. I don't know for sure, but I think they were kissing, or maybe making-out or something ..." His eyes widened and he nodded a little. "Wow," he said. "I ... Well, that's fast, I guess, if that's what they were doing ... Should we ask them about it?" I shook my head and said, "I wouldn't, myself, only because if we do it might seem like we're ... accusing them, I guess, or that they're in trouble." "Well, they are cousins ..." Kyle started. "But I guess it's not that big a deal though. And I have talked to Caleb before about consent, and sex. Just a little bit, but I think he's smart enough to get the basic idea that he needs to be careful in this area ... Have you talked to Nate?" "Oh yeah, a lot, actually," I said. "We're pretty open about that sort of thing. I don't see him trying to take advantage of Caleb. I hope that comforts you." "It does," he said. He sighed and added, "It is pretty fast though. I think we should ... maybe just monitor and if things seem to be getting more ... intense, maybe we can consider talking to them about it?" "That's fine with me," I said. He suddenly asked, in a somewhat abrupt changing of the subject, "Daniel, how did you and Dad start to, um, you know ... ?" I took a deep breath and answered, "Well, basically, it started only a few weeks after I moved in. He and I had spent a lot of time together, since I got there, going to movies and restaurants and having a really good time. Anyway, one of those nights, as we sat and watched a movie together--I think it was Jumanji, for some reason, the old movie--I felt like moving over toward him on the couch, and I touched his leg, with my hand. He smiled at me and put his arm around my back, and we kind of cuddled for a while. Then, after the movie, while the credits played, I asked him if I could kiss him. He said yes and we ended up making out that night. That's how it started." He looked surprised, and asked, "Oh, so you started it?" I nodded, and explained, "Yeah, I did. He seemed to gladly accept it, of course, but yeah, I initiated things. And don't ask me why I did, since I honestly don't know what led me in that direction. I think I just missed you a lot, maybe ... and I just started to find him really attractive. I felt myself wanting to touch him, and kiss him, more and more as we spent time together. I somehow knew he felt the same way about me, so I wasn't risking rejection. I think that's pretty much it ... How did things start with you? I mean, with you and him?" "Well, I was much younger, younger even than Caleb," he said. "And for me it started in the bath. At the time they had stopped giving you and me baths, of course, but I still liked to take some on my own sometimes, instead of showers. I was sitting in the bath one night while you and Mom were out at one of your practices, I think, your baseball practices, and Dad was there and saw me since I left the door open. I invited him in, just to talk, not even thinking about the fact that I was naked beneath the water. We talked for a bit and he all of a sudden told me he thought I was really cute. I was flattered and said I thought the same about him. He then asked if I had any crushes, and I said no, that I didn't think so, and he said something about how you can have 'crushes on anybody.' And he said he had one on me." He paused for a moment, looking like he came to realize something, then said, "Interesting that with you, you were the one to initiate it, but with me, it was him ..." "Yeah, that is interesting ..." I couldn't think of a reason why that would be the case, except that maybe he had been older with me. Perhaps he had changed somehow ... ? "Do you think a kid, the age I was, could consent to a sexual relationship with an adult?" my brother asked. "And does it make any difference that it was my father?" "Hmm ...." I started, wondering how to respond. "I know they say kids can't, ever ... but I think about my boys, and they seem capable of understanding the concept of consent. They are more intelligent, I guess, than many kids their age, but still ... They can consent to so many other things, can't they? I think maybe it depends a lot on the kid and the adult and how things are done." I felt something like regret for having said so much, even though it was my true opinion. I didn't know how he would respond, especially given his history. Would he think I was a monster for thinking it was even possible for a child to consent to a relationship with an adult? He nodded, appearing to think this all through, and then said, "I think I agree with you, that maybe sometimes they can ... I think I did, truly. I know it's hard to look back and remember everything that I was thinking or feeling and whatever, but I do honestly believe I consented the whole time. I also grew to ... really love him. I mean, as a lover." "I did too," I said softly. "I loved him possibly as much as you did, in that way. I know I also consented." We continued to lay there, gazing at each other, my face above his. I began caressing his side with my hand, all the while. I felt myself growing hard and wondered if I might stick into him again. I asked, "Should we go to bed, or ...?" "We probably should," he said. "I'm tired, and ... this is still a lot, Daniel, for me ... Can we kiss a little though, again? Just a few times?" "Of course," I answered. I bent toward him and our lips made contact again. We kissed again two or three times, all of them very slow and drawn out and full of feeling ... Then we scooted away from each other, settled into the bed, and I reached over to the remote. Before I clicked off the TV, I said, "Goodnight, bro ... Kyle." "Goodnight, Daniel." I paused, then added softly, "I love you." "I love you, too," came his reply. The TV off, the room went dark and quiet. I stayed up for a while, thinking about everything that had happened that day. Finally I fell asleep.