Date: Thu, 28 Sep 2006 10:35:10 +0000
From: xangel.author@gmail.com
Subject: Family Fornication Part 4

Dinner was a nice occasion but Jason kept making strange comments about
the day's events.  It was as if he wanted to hide the fact that he and I
had spent the time fucking our cousins.  Jacob smiled here and there as
Jason talked and his father, Steven, just smiled back.  It was just the
strangest meal I think I'd ever eaten.  Jacob pulled his dark, curly
hair up from his shoulders and started helping me clear away the table as
Steven and my father went to the couch.  Uncle Kenneth and Jason went
outside to get some wood and Oliver started rummaging around for
something to start the fire with.

"Oliver tells me you're quite the cocksman."  Jacob said to me,
filling the sink.  "Especially when there's fruit involved."

"With all us fags, there's always fruit involved." I retorted,
stacking the dishes.

"So, why the poor tortured soul act when it comes to screwing family?"
Jacob said, scraping some of the plates.  "Oliver says you've got a big
thing about it where your dad's concerned."

"And you're alright with it?"

"Hell yes."  Jacob countered, still not looking at me, directly.
"I'd screw your dad in a heartbeat.  Hell, just look at him for a
minute."

I didn't have to.  I knew what my father looked like and was painfully
aware of just how "hot" he was.  His beard and mustache, furry body to
match, eyes that melted you just by looking at them and that smile that
warmed you from the inside out.  I didn't have to think of my father and
Uncle Steven or that they were going to be moving in with us.  I'd
thought about that almost all the way here.  Jacob was staring at me but
I did not want to look back.

"You are too much, you know that?"  Jacob said to me as I started
washing the dishes.  "Most guys would do their dads in a heartbeat if
they knew no one would find out and you just tiptoe around the idea like
it's the plague."

"Let's talk about something else."

And so, we did.  Hours went by and everyone in the room sort of paired
off.  Oliver sat in the large armchair with me sitting on the floor
between his legs.  Dad and uncle Steven sat on the couch together and
Jacob and Uncle Kenneth sat with Jason on the side of them.  Conversation
ran around and around from one thing to another before finally turning to
sex with all of us.  That was something I'd really rather not have heard
but could do little to prevent it.

Midway through the conversation, Jason said something that sent me almost
running for the stairs.  In a moment of silence with everyone in between
statements, he just piped up and said: "We have enough for a
full-fledged orgy if anyone's interested."

I couldn't believe he'd actually said that.  Almost as quickly as he'd
said it, I stood up and headed for the stairs.  Oliver had tried to stop
me but I didn't want to be here to see how this comment would progress
with everyone.  When I was inside my own room, I pulled back the covers
and got into bed.  I needed sleep more than I needed to see more family
bonding.



I woke up around two in the morning and had to piss badly.  Slipping out
of the room to avoid waking Jason, I silently entered the bathroom and
did my business.  It was a quick affair and as I was heading back to bed,
I felt rumblings in my stomach and instead of returning to our room, I
descended the stairs quietly and rummaged for more of the night's meal.
I was careful not to make a lot of noise, I didn't want the whole house
up and I could do without a play by play of earlier events.  I got a
plate and decided to just eat it cold, not wanting to risk the hum of the
microwave.  Taking my desire to be alone one step further, I headed out
onto the back porch, careful not to let the door slam behind me.  It was
cool out and I wished I'd put on more clothes -- but resigned myself to
the chill long enough to finish my snack.

When I'd finished, I heard a sound coming from the side of the house and
the unmistakable sound of hushed whispers.  WHAT was crawling around in
my brain that made it impossible for me to stay away from what was
obviously sex and especially considering the inhabitants of the cabin --
obviously the same family members I'd been avoiding earlier.  I didn't
know but it was propelling me to the side of the house before I could
even think about stopping myself.

"Yeah..." I heard clearly as I stood in the shadow that was created by
the eave of the house falling at an angle in the moonlight.  From here,
the hushed conversation was a bit clearer but still done in whispers.
"You little fuck -- you've been begging for this all night, haven't
you?  Slut boy with the ever-ready mouth and always fuckable ass, huh?"

This last bit was a bit louder and the voice sounded like...dad?

I inched closer and saw that there were two figures ahead of me, the
taller of the two with his back to me and his arms obviously around the
second, holding him.  From the angle of the figure he held, it seemed as
if the second body was standing facing the front of the house with his
back against the taller of the two.  The voice began to clarify the
identity of the taller man.

            "You miss being my slut boy, don't you?"  He said clearly
and a bit louder, secure that they were alone.  It was the use of the
phrase "slut boy" that clenched it.  It was dad, all right.  "It's
alright, boy.  You can do what you used to do; we're all alone now."

            I pressed myself against the house as the figure in front of
Dad moved around and the two of them kissed deeply.  The moonlight was
bright and shone from the front of the house.  I couldn't see who the
hell it was that was mouthing my dad but I was mixed then with a
peppering of anger and a whole lot of horny as I watched.  They went at
each other for a long moment, hands going back and forth over skin and
little clouds of exhaled breath joining the slight fog of the night.
That was probably why they came outside to do this.  A bit of the old
privacy and just enough of a chill to keep them cool when they got hot.
I just wondered who the other guy could be.

            It was probably Jacob.  My father had just fucked Oliver and
Uncle Steven royally earlier yesterday morning before we got here and Dad
had said something about the guy "missing" being Dad's "slut-boy".
I smiled at my father's choice of words but felt the tugging of my dick
in my shorts.  I thought about what Jacob had said to me earlier about
wanting to fuck my father and I smiled again, thinking that now he was
getting his chance.  I moved a bit farther back just to make sure I
wouldn't be seen but assuring I could see them.

            "Get the fuck on your knees." My father commanded.  "Suck
my ballsac, rub that silk-sandpaper fuckswab all over the head of my dick
like you like it!"

            The guy did as he was told, turning my father around, toward
the house and pushing against him before falling to his knees and pulling
a very hard cock up and to his lips, sucking for only a minute before
lifting the ballsac up and taking one of the oval-sized things into his
mouth and sucking hard.  My father grabbed the top of his head and set
the tone, moving his hips back and forth.  I knew that my father wasn't
one to let his "slut-boys" dictate how he was going to enjoy his sex.
He would take the lead.  His head fell forward as he stated his demands
in raspy whispers and the boy on his knees obliged.  Dad's hand went to
his chest and pulled at his nipples.  It was a favorite thing to do to
himself and one that I had to admit, I couldn't get enough of watching.

Only one other time had I caught Dad getting blown and he'd been in the
backyard with a guy from our school on his knees much like this.  The
brown half-dollar nipples that crowned my father's hairy chest got a
workout then -- like they were now.

As I watched, the air conditioning unit kicked on and a soft whir filled
the night.  I took advantage of that background noise to move a few feet
forward so that my view increased and my dick pumped more blood as I saw
my Dad's face a bit clearer.  I still couldn't see the guy on the
ground because his face was buried in my father's groin, licking and
sucking on pendulous balls.  I noticed that the guy didn't touch Dad but
jerked and pulled on his own balls and hard cock.

"Time for the real deal, boy."  Dad said, sliding his cock up the
boy's face and swiping it across an open mouth.  "Slide it in that
fuckhole and make me feel good."

Wasting no time and not waiting to be told again, the head of Dad's cock
slid easily and quickly into the offered mouth.  A pang of jealous
stabbed into me as I watched the guy go to town on this fuck stick. It
had to be Jacob from the way his head moved back and forth with practiced
ease, never missing a stroke and never gagging on my father's pretty
prick.  I slipped a hand to my own and started rubbing through my
shorts.  It was hot to watch but part of me wished...

"Slippery tongue, slut-boy."  Dad moaned, his voice a bit louder but
still quiet enough not to draw attention.  "Slide it down further."

With this new command, Dad raised his left leg and the boy on the ground
raised his right knee for Dad's foot to rest on.  This sort of
cooperation told me this wasn't the first time they'd been together.
This sort of harmony only came with practice.  Jacob must have done this
before, this little ball-sucking ballet.  His head went in between the
opening Dad made for him and I heard the soft slurping that told me he
was tonguing at Dad's darkest part.

Leaning against the house, my father used both the boy's knee and the
house wall for support as he pulled his legs apart and allowed the
supposed-Jacob to slurp and suck at his asshole.  It had to be a strain
on his neck.  It always was when Jason asked me to do this for him in the
shower.  I sympathized with the kneeling one as he worked my Dad's hole
with his tongue.

"Yeah...push deeper."  Dad encouraged, pulling the guy's head forward
farther.

I watched as my father looked down at the guy and pulled harder on his
head, rubbing my own cock at this.  I used the ample pre-cum I was oozing
as lube on the head, swirling it around and around to coax more out.
Soon, I had enough to slide my hand along my rod slowly, aroused as fuck
by what was happening in front of me.  I still didn't know for sure that
the guy wasn't Oliver back for seconds...until he moved slightly and I
caught a glimpse of something silver in the moonlight.

I thought Oliver had taken out all of his piercings before we all went to
bed.  He showed me one of them, even.  It had to be Jacob that serviced
my father.  It was hot either way.  I had a fleeting thought about this
phantom fucker being one of my uncles and I wondered if I could watch
with the same sort of fascination that I was right now.  I thought they
were attractive but I wasn't sure I could watch them with my dad and get
off like I was now.  Maybe it was easier to put myself in the place of
the guy on his knees if he were closer to my own age.  Hell, I didn't
know dick about psychology -- maybe I was already doing that, standing
here and watching this go on.

"Alright, that's enough." Dad said, pulling the sucking mouth from his
ass.  "You've had all I want you to have right now.  Get over there and
open that hole for me."

The guy paused for a moment before standing when Dad's leg wasn't
holding him on the ground.  He stood and the two of them looked at each
other in the night for a long minute.  I wondered why he was hesitating.
I wouldn't have.

"Did you suddenly go deaf?" Dad said to the guy.  "I said, I'm going
to fuck your ass now.  Get the fuck against the wall."

My cock throbbed at Dad's ordering Jacob against the wall.  With the way
he'd talked to me earlier about my father, he was about to have his wish
come true and I didn't think my father was going to be terribly gentle
about it.  Maybe that was the hesitation.  Oliver and Uncle Steven had
both gotten what he was about to and they hadn't complained or hesitated
-- or had they?  I wasn't there to see the beginning of their fuck
session but I couldn't see fuck-father waiting for acceptance of what he
wanted.

Jacob moved against the wall as ordered and my father stepped to the side
of him, further obscuring him by throwing him in shadow.  I watched for a
long moment, waiting.  Nothing seemed to be happening and I wasn't sure
why.  They weren't saying anything and I couldn't imagine what could be
taking so long for my Dad to give my cousin the pounding they'd come out
here for.

"Stay there."

The command saw my father disappear around the side of the house, and my
cousin standing with his hands on the wall, his legs spread and his ass
exposed by the posture.  In the moonlight that now bathed his body, I saw
the lean muscle stretched tightly in anticipation and again, I wished
like hell that was me.  Fuck -- they'd all been right and I knew it.  I
wanted my father the same way he had wanted Uncle Stephen.  I wanted to
do to him what I did to Jason but I didn't want to admit it to myself.
I wasn't sure why but I didn't.  Seeing this guy spread-eagled and
ready to be royally fucked by my father, I knew this was the case.

My Dad reappeared with a small flashlight -- the one from the car.  It
was a roadside light, small and compact enough to change a tire by and to
keep people from slamming into you but it didn't produce a lot of
light.  He put the thing on the ground and in the yellowish light, I
watched as he stood to the left of the prone body, his hands reaching
down and taking hold of a hairy set of ass cheeks to pull them apart.  It
was like he was half-ing a melon of some kind the way he did it.  The
pinkish hole was exposed in the dim light but I still couldn't see who
it was, for sure.

The grip on the guy's ass got harder as dad stood and I felt a throb of
wanting, suddenly.  The pre-cum I was using for lube poured, then.  Still
slobbing my cock, I watched as Dad laid his prick across the parted
cheeks and slid the head along the exposed hole.  With something like a
hack, he spit onto the hole and slid his cockhead along the thing to rub
it in.  Again, he did this and let the spit coat his cock.  He was going
to just slam-fuck the guy against the side of the house by flashlight
with only spit for lube.

I saw then that he was using the same lube that I was -- as pre-cum
flashed in the dim light.  My father wasn't heartless in his fucking.
It made me want him all the more, dammit.  The hairy bodies of both my
father and the guy he was about to fuck made my cock throb as they moved
together, preparing.  The guy's legs spread farther and the head of my
dad's cock slid into him.  My own ass quivered a bit and I was again
angry and jealous all together.

"Oh...mother." Dad moaned as he stood in the lamplight and took hold of
the guy's hips.  His sweet ass clenched and it was a perfect motion as
he moved forward.  "...fucker." He finished and I knew he'd buried
himself.

A sharp intake of air from Jacob told me I was right.  His hands along
the wall reached for something to hold onto that wasn't there.  He
didn't cry out and I had to remember the way he'd wanted this earlier,
just looking at my dad.  He was getting what he'd told me I wanted and
it was too late to back down, now.

My father's body began to move back and forth, his hands slipping from
the guy's hips to his back, to reach around to his chest -- pulling
nipples, probably.  Animalistic groans from my hairy father crept into
the night and I started stroking my cock in time with them.  They added
fuel to my father's fiery fornication and my own enjoyment of what was
happening in front of me.  Jacob deserved this savage fucking after what
he'd said to me in the kitchen and as my dad's ass clenched in earnest,
and his tempo increased, I smiled at it all.

"Sweet Jesus but you've gotten tighter since the last time I fucked
this ass."  My father said thickly in the dark.  "Open up and take that
cock like you used to! Do it, fuck-slut -- take my thick cock up your
dark hole!"

A shiver ran through me as I felt my balls draw up against my body.  I
didn't want to cum yet -- I wanted to cum when he did.  The language Dad
used was driving me to release my pent-up load but it was the mystery of
it all that made me wait.  I forced myself to release my dick and watch
as Dad pulled the guy away from the wall and force him to the ground,
never letting his cock slip out.  A hairy arm crossed over the boy's
upper body, still obscuring his face -- dammit!

"Open it!" Dad commanded, using his legs to push the guy's hairy legs
farther apart.  "Do what I said, slut-boy! Open that fuckhole for my
cock!"

There was moaning on Jacob's part as his head fell forward and I noticed
the oddest thing -- a tight toboggan.  It was like those worn by "street
guys" and one I didn't recognize.  Suddenly, I wondered if this might
be another young local that dad had managed to snag and not my cousin, at
all.  There were other cabins around and we had been coming here for a
while -- it WAS possible.  The guy's head swiveled a bit before a longer
moan came from him and I knew Dad had started his rhythm again.  There
was a brutal few strokes and the guy's head slipped backward to rest on
Dad's shoulder.

"Wider, I said -- use your hands!"  Dad commanded, taking the guy's
left ankle in his hand and pulling it up over his bent knee.  "You
wanted this fucking -- you're going to have to work on getting it!"

The guy's hand went to his plugged asshole and worked it, making Dad's
fucking go a bit easier from the sound he made when Dad increased his
already-fast tempo even more.  It was enough to make me take up my cock
again and begin stroking.  The light of the flashlight dimmed a bit and I
knew the batteries were going.  It didn't stop my father, his hips
working forward, his hand drawing the guy's legs farther apart by
forcing the ankle he held down farther.

"It's going to happen soon, fucker."  Dad rasped and I knew what he
was talking about.  "I'm going to fill that sweet asshole with my cum
and you're going to feel it all the way up to your throat!"

"Yeah!" The other guy moaned, his voice deep and unrecognizable.
"Yeah...uh...yeah." He chanted, working his fingers and his hips in time
with the fucking his ass was getting.

"Goddammit, boy!" Dad groaned, his knee flattening a bit to wedge
itself between the guy's legs.  "I'm close!"

Dad's hand held tightly to the guy's ankle and brought it up farther so
that he could piston in and out at a faster pace.  His knee worked the
boy's legs even farther apart and I wondered if the guy might break like
a twig.  They began groaning and moaning together, the sounds like an
animal pairing in the woods.  They were still quiet enough not to be
heard over the air unit and I was impressed with my Dad's containment of
his fuck-noises.  Hell, they were usually loud enough to wake the dead.

I watched my father's swollen cock pump barebacked and unheeded into the
willing ass of the boy he held in his masculine grip and stroked my cock
to the rhythm he'd set up.  I was close to cumming, too!  Dad's hips
seemed to move my hand and we were fucking together, it felt like.

"Yeah...it's here, cum-slut! I'm fucking going to cum all up in that
sweet asshole!"  Dad said, stretching the guy's leg out, opening him up
fully!  "Take Daddy's fuck load all the way up that tight boy-chute!"

"Yeah, Daddy! Fucking cum in my hole!"  The other guy said, his face
thrown forward and into the fading light of the flashlight.

No...

Even as my own hard-on faded like the morning, I saw the flushed face of
the phantom fuckee...Jason.

Jason's head rocked back and forth with the still-fucking hips of my
father's orgasm, his body shaking and quivering with the filling
my...our...father was giving him.  I stared at this mating pair, watching
my...our...father pumping his load deep into my own brother and my mind
wrapped itself around what they had said earlier.  This wasn't the first
time this had happened.  This wasn't the first time my father had fucked
the living shit out of my twin and neither of them had seen fit to tell
me...or include me.

Slipping my cock back into my pants, I took advantage of Jason's desire
to beat his meat to orgasm to make my way quietly to the back porch and
back into the house.  I didn't have time to catch my breath, really, as
I took the stairs two at a time until I was on the upstairs landing.  The
light in the bathroom was on and the door cracked but closed.

Silently, I went back into my room and saw that the figure I'd assumed
to be Jason was Jacob -- and had been all the time.

            Sliding into my bed, I couldn't get rid of the sense of
betrayal I felt from my brother.  My own brother -- my TWIN -- fucking my
father all this time and never even HINTING that he'd been doing it.
Pulling my pillow tightly against my face, I swore that I'd confront him
about this -- he wasn't going to just be snide clever and joke his way
out of THIS.  He was going to tell me why he'd kept this from me -- and
why he'd never once asked me to join them -- knowing how I felt.