Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2023 12:41:43 +0000 (UTC) From: Jeremy Reynolds Subject: Chapter 8 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 8: Nate: The pizza ordered, Jesse, Caleb and I settled into the couch next to each other and talked about which movie we should watch. Jesse wanted to watch Luca or Encanto, on Disney Plus, but I had another idea ... "Halloween, the new one," I said. "I'm feeling like a horror film." I turned to look at Caleb and saw him looking unsure about my suggestion. Before he could answer, Jesse spoke up: "Nah, I'm not," he said. "Plus it's R-rated, and I don't think Dad would want us watching it ..." "C'mon, Jesse, he won't care," I said. "I don't want to watch a movie made for babies." "But we're kids!" Jesse said. "I really don't think we should, Nate ..." "What do you want to do, babe?" I asked Caleb, turning toward him on the couch. I whispered, leaning toward him, "And don't worry, if you're scared at all during the movie, you can cuddle right up to me, if you want. I'll keep you safe, cuz. Jesse can fend for himself!" I smiled and winked at the younger boy. "Um, okay," he said softly, looking from me to my brother. "Let's do Halloween .. I've actually already watched some scary movies, on my own, just on the TV. I don't mind them." "Ah, perfect," I said. "Oh, alright," Jesse said. "But don't blame me if you get nightmares, or if Dad finds out and gets mad." "He won't!" Just then the door bell rang and I sprung up, saying, "Pizza's here! That was fast. Dad ordered it only like 20 minutes ago or something!" I went to the front door and greeted the pizza delivery boy, who was probably 17 or 18 and who had a bunch of zits on his face. I handed him the cash tip Dad had left for him before he and Uncle Kyle had gone to eat out at Miriam's on the beach. I guess it was a good tip since the boy looked at it, smiled big, and said, "Thanks!" I took the pizza and brought it into the kitchen, and found Caleb and Jesse already there, holding their plates. We each took a couple pieces and brought them with us into the other room. We found the movie on Amazon--it was actually called Halloween Kills--and hit the "Rent" button using the remote. The movie started and we began eating ... And yes, there were plenty of scares, and I kept looking over at my cousin to gauge his reactions. He would often look back at me in return. And although he did seem scared at times, he was taking it all in fairly bravely. I secretly felt disappointed by that since I did hope he would want me to "keep him safe." Of course, there was my brother to think about. I wished Caleb and I had some privacy ... I suddenly had an idea: I stood up and then bent forward to pick up a blanket that was folded in front of me on the ottoman. I stepped to my left a little and then sat down again, but this time I was literally next to Caleb. I turned to him and asked somewhat loudly, "Want to share with me?" I glanced over and saw that Jesse was looking at us for a moment, and then he turned again to look at the TV. Caleb took my invitation, pulling the cover over himself. I scooted over toward him even more closely, so that we were practically thigh to thigh. We continued to watch the movie for a little while, and I kept feeling like I, or we, should try to do something ... Then I felt it, his little hand, reaching out to take my own, which was resting on my thigh. He gently caressed the back of my hand with his thumb. I looked over at him and saw him smiling back at me very shyly, and he had this ... interesting expression on his face, like his eyelids were a little closed but they looked bright anyway, somehow. A bit later, I took my other, right hand and reached over and placed it on his thigh. I lightly caressed him, down to his knee and then up again to the hem of his shorts, occasionally allowing the tips of my fingers to slide up underneath. I couldn't tell, of course, whether he was hard or not, but I knew I for sure was. With my left hand, I found myself slowly, almost imperceptibly moving our now clasped hands inward a a couple inches toward my groin. At last I felt the back of his hand touch the side of my penis where it was pushing up against my shorts. I looked over at him again when we made contact, and he looked back at me, smiling again for a second before returning to watch the movie. That made me bolder ... I raised my right hand above the bare part of his thigh and placed it again onto him further up on his shorts, just to the right of where his dick must be. I then slid my fingers inward toward that area and sure enough came into contact with his hard boy cock. I caressed it with my fingers very lightly. This time he didn't look over at me immediately, though he did a little while later and when he did he smiled so bashfully. It was so cute. I was hardly paying attention to the movie anymore, and from what I could tell neither was he since I didn't see him grimace or do anything else that might indicate the presence of fear. All I could see in his face was a kind of ... happiness, maybe, or peace. I wondered if my face wore the same expression, especially whenever I looked at him. I began feeling butterflies inside whenever our eyes met. Was this ... what falling in love was like? The movie ended and on came the credits. Jesse turned to us and asked, "Scary enough for you two?" He laughed a little. "It was okay," I said. "Not too scary. Huh, Caleb?" "Not too bad," he said, looking at me and then at my brother. "It was fun." Jesse got up and flipped the light switch, illuminating the room. My eyes hurt in the sudden brightness, and I blinked several times. Below the covers, Caleb had let go of my hand. Noticing that, I pulled back mine as well and lifted both of my arms out from under the covers and stretched them out over my head as I yawned loudly. "Well, what do ya'll want to do now?" Jesse asked, sitting back down. "Umm ... how about ..." I started, thinking. "Oh, I got it! How about we watch something else, another movie?" Jesse groaned, and said, "I'm okay! You know what, I'll just head upstairs and do my own thing. That cool?" "Fine by me," I said immediately, a thrill passing through me at the thought that I could finally be alone with Caleb. "Are you sure? We could do something like, like, um, go outside and--" "No thanks, I'm good," Jesse said, cutting me off. His refusal was music to my ears! "Well, then let's just go by ourselves, Caleb," I said, standing up, still holding the blanket in front of me. Caleb held his half in front of him. "Maybe we can stargaze or something, eh?" Jesse said he'd catch us later and then he got up and left the room without glancing back. I let the cover drop to the ottoman, revealing my still tented shorts. Caleb got up next to me, letting the rest of the blanket fall to the ground. I turned to him and looked down at the front of his shorts. I saw that he, too, was tented, though of course the tent he made was smaller than my own. "Let's go and sit on the swing out back," I suggested. "That work?" He nodded, so I led him immediately to the back and we went outside, feeling the coolness and quiet of the evening around us. It was very dark out there, at first, so I reached back and took his hand in mine and I led us carefully over the patio toward the swing. We both sat side by side. Within a minute or two our eyes had adjusted and we were able to see a lot better, more and more the longer we stayed out. Thankfully I could see his face, though of course not very clearly. I put my arm around his back and reached over to place my free hand on his thigh, as I had done before in the TV room. He placed his hand on my thigh in return, his fingers sliding around my skin just below the hem of my shorts. I turned my face toward his and said, "Hey, cutie ..." He smiled and said, his voice sounding so adorable, "Hey, Nate ..." "Did you like that, cuddling like that on the couch?" I asked. "Uh huh," he answered. "I liked it a lot ..." "Well, that's nice, because I like ... you a lot, babe." "I like you a lot, too ... cutie," he replied. We both leaned in toward one another and kissed again, and this time it was more complex and sensual and turned into a series of more intense kisses. I could tell that he had left his mouth open part of the way, so I opened up mine in imitation. I took each of his lips, top and then bottom, between mine and pressed into them as if I were trying to give them little massages. In the process, both of our mouths grew wet with his or my saliva. I felt like I was almost drinking it in at times. Meanwhile, my hand traveled up under the bottom of his shorts and his briefs, and continued all the way up until I could feel it, the bare skin of his hard cock. I took it between my pointer and middle fingers and my thumb, and gave it little caresses with the latter. He imitated me, slipping his hand down to my penis which he gently caressed with his fingers through the fabric. He hadn't been doing that long when he pulled back for a moment, after a kiss, and said, "You're kind of wet down there." I felt confused for a moment, and then brought my hand down into my lap and touched the top of the bump there in my shorts--and sure enough, yes, it was wet. That meant ... "I'm making it!" I said out loud, feeling excited at the moment or like I should celebrate somehow. "I'm making cum now! I must be!" He giggled, and reached out to touch the damp spot again. He brought his fingers back up to his nose and smelled it. "Smells kind of salty," he said. "Yeah, it does," I said as I smelled it myself. I licked my finger. "Tastes interesting too." "You can eat it?" Caleb asked. I laughed. "Oh yeah, you can eat it alright. I've watched some porn in my time and have seen videos where two dudes are doing it and they suck on each other's cocks, and then drink up the cum when it comes out." "You've watched porn?" he asked so innocently. "Oh yeah," I chuckled. "Not a ton, since Dad locks up his office where his laptop is, but I have, yeah." I had watched straight, gay and lesbian porn, but I definitely preferred the gay stuff. I added, "I can show you something sometime." He bit his lip, then said, "Okay." "We can watch it together, babe," I said, returning my hand to his thigh and then to his cute little prick again, beneath his shorts and undies. "Let's get back to the task at hand, shall we?" He smiled, and we began kissing again. He brought his own hand back to my cock and began lightly squeezing me around the head. After a while of this, I took a risk and slipped my tongue out between my lips and felt his lips against its tip. I was about to do it again when suddenly the light came on above and behind us. We both pulled part, looked at each other with wide eyes, and quickly scooted to opposite sides of the swing. I tossed him a little pillow and said, "Cover yourself!" I didn't have anything so I just bent my legs and brought my knees up to my chin. A moment later the back door opened and Dad looked out. I immediately said, "Hey, Dad! We were just talking out here." He had this weird smile on his face. Then he said, "Cool. Sounds fun. It's pretty late. I think it's bedtime." "We'll be in in a minute, Dad. And yes, we'll go to bed right away." I nodded, probably a bit too enthusiastically. "Okay, goodnight!" he said, that same strange smile still on his face. He pulled his head back inside and shut the door, leaving us alone on the patio again. "Whew!" I said. "That was close!" I straightened out on the swing and scooted over toward him so that we were thigh to thigh again. I looked down at my lap and saw that, indeed, a dark wet spot had appeared where my cock was jutting out against my shorts. I put my arm around my cousin again and my hand on his leg. He put his hands over mine, though, this time. "Your dad is really cute, by the way," he said. "He's so strong. You know, muscular and all that." I nodded and said, "Oh yeah, I've noticed!" I had noticed not only how strong and muscular he was, but that, yes, he was also a handsome man. I did occasionally find myself feeling something like attraction toward him, perhaps, but whenever that would happen I'd think or or focus on something else. I wondered why Caleb was wanting to talk about this right now ... Did he have an actual "thing" for Dad? Or was he just observing a fact? I felt a tinge of jealousy then. I asked, "Do you like older men?" I chuckled, making it seem like I may be joking, but secretly I was really wanting to know. He grinned and said, "Well, I like you, don't I?" "Good one," I said, chuckling for real this time. "No, seriously though, do you have a thing for 'daddies'"? He suddenly looked like his heart had dropped, as if my question hit a little too close to home. He said quickly, "No, not that. Like my dad, you mean?" "Huh?" I asked, honestly puzzled. "No, I mean 'daddies,' as in older men who are, like, the same ages as our dads, a little older, you know?" "Ah, okay," he said, chuckling. "Um, yeah, I guess I am into 'daddies.'" "They have huge cocks too," I said. "Like, really big ones, with big balls. Have you ever seen one? A 'daddy cock?'" He blushed and said, "Um, no, not really. Like, how big do they get ... ?" "Real big," I said. "Sometimes 8 or 9 inches. I bet Dad's got a big one like that." An image came to mind: my dad, standing there in front of us completely nude, with a huge 9 inch cock dangling down between his legs. I admit that my dick stirred just a little at that thought ... "Hey, Nate, would you ever ... do anything about it, if you liked an older man?" Caleb asked, earnestness in those big blue eyes of his. "And what if you weren't sure how he felt? Would you tell him?" "I think it'd be worth trying," I said. I smiled down at him, and patted his leg. "I think it's worth trying to love someone, whoever it is. You love who you love, right?" I didn't know where all this was coming from, this "wisdom" of mine here. Maybe I'd watched something once on TV that talked about this mushy stuff? Anyway, he seemed to appreciate it because he turned and gave me a hug. And after pulling back from me, he leaned in and kissed me. "Thank you, cutie," he said, smiling at me and coming in for a second kiss, this one more sensual, as our former kisses had been. "No problem," I replied. I thought of something else I wanted to ask him then, before we went upstairs to get ready for bed: "Oh, and hey, how ... would you like to start sleeping in my bed with me? I mean, it's more comfortable and there's plenty of room. We could also ... cuddle, you know, if you'd like that." He smiled again and said, very softly, "Sure, Nate." "Okay, let's act like you're going to just sleep on the air mattress, as usual, until we turn off the light and until Jesse seems like he's asleep. Then you come up into my bed, okay?" He nodded, so it was a plan and a plan approved! I briefly checked to make sure the wet spot had disappeared on my shorts--thankfully it had, almost completely. I was still semi-hard but, as I'd told Caleb before, Dad and no one else here cared that we were hard. I saw that Caleb, too, was still in such a state. We both got up and walked side by side to the backdoor. There, we opened up, closed the door, and I flipped off the patio light. We went upstairs to the room and found Jesse in his bed propped up against the pillows. He was playing something on his Nintendo Switch. "Hey bro," I said. "You ready for bed already, huh?" He turned to look at us and said, "Yup." He turned back to his game. Caleb and I took turns in the bathroom, where we each brushed our teeth and changed, he into his PJs and me into a fresh T-shirt. I didn't bother to put on any basketball shorts, since I liked to sleep in the nude anyway--and I'd for sure be doing that tonight, while the young stud was on the bed with me. "Okay, goodnight!" I said, and turned off the lamp. Jesse was still playing his game, and continued to do so for maybe 15 more minutes before finally turning it off. Meanwhile, I got into bed and pulled my T-shirt off and slipped my boxers off my feet. I put both items of clothing on the floor beside me. A few minutes after Jesse turned off his light, I heard stirring on the air mattress and a moment later I felt Caleb's hands searching the bed for the open edge of the covers. I reached out and grasped his hand and guided him until he was in my bed right next to me, beneath the sheets and blankets. I was about to embrace him when he turned to me and whispered, "Do you have your clothes off?" "I do," I whispered back. He moved around a bit and I could tell he was unbuttoning his shirt, removing it, and then sliding his PJ pants down his legs. I heard a sound then that must have been his little briefs coming down as well. He leaned away from me for a second, no doubt putting his clothes in the pile mine had made already. He turned toward me, opened his arms, and we embraced, skin-to-skin ... I felt his bare chest against mine, his arms around my back, his legs entangled with mine. I also felt it, his hard little penis, unencumbered by any article of clothing, gloriously free, as was mine. It slid against my thigh at first, and then came up to my groin and I felt it against mine. We were touching each other, shaft to shaft, hardness to hardness ... The sensation was amazing. I could also feel his little balls against the tip of my cock. I could tell that I was leaking the stuff that people called "precum," onto those balls, smearing it over his scrotum. It was so hot. Finally our lips found each other and we kissed, and this time we kissed as we had only started to kiss before out on the patio. We alternated sliding our tongues deeply into each other's mouths, and occasionally they would go in toward the middle at the same time, between our lips, and they'd clash, wetness against wetness. I loved feeling his tongue against mine or sliding into my mouth, and I loved pushing mine between those lips of his, exploring various facets of that space between his teeth. Before I hardly knew it, I was pushing my cock against him, feeling it sliding along the smaller length of his cock, its head pressing into his upper thigh and grazing his balls now and again. I hardly even realized that I also began to moan, just a little, but possibly loud enough to wake my brother up top. What really got me going though was when I heard him beginning to moan, though his sounded more like a whimper at times. At last, I felt myself reaching my climax ... but this time, in addition to the intense pleasure that coursed through my body, I also felt my cock convulsing against his and pumping strings of cum out onto both his body and the sheets below. I then felt his cock twitching against mine, and I realized he, too, must have had an orgasm. We continued to kiss and push against each other for some time, until I could tell that I was deflating and becoming less hard by the moment. He seemed to also be becoming softer. I could tell that he was so wet with my cum ... I could feel it against my increasingly flaccid cock, and against my leg, and I could also smell it. It was so powerful! I hadn't smelled anything like it, ever! I wondered briefly if it would wake Jesse up, the smell alone. I hoped not ... But another part of me didn't care. The part didn't care what he or anyone else would think of Caleb and me. I knew that I, at least, was very happy, especially in this moment. I felt ... joy, even. Maybe this was what falling in love felt like? Could it be love between us, already? We stopped kissing at some point and lay there in each other's arms, caressing each other. Finally I whispered, "Hey, I liked that, cutie." "I did too, babe." "You ready to actually go to bed now?" I asked. "Yeah." "Goodnight, sweetheart," I said, and came in for another kiss on the lips. "Goodnight to you too, cutie." With that, we both tried to get to sleep. I stayed up for a long time though, relishing every moment of this experience of laying in bed against him, skin-to-skin ... I couldn't believe this was all happening! I was ... feeling so much love for him right now. I wanted to just cuddle him to death, the cutie pie! At last, though, I did fall asleep, and had very pleasant dreams.