Date: Tue, 16 Nov 2021 06:01:12 +0000 (UTC) From: John Parker Subject: Gary and Greg (Incest) If you're on nifty you know what to expect. If you don't belong here, go away. Please contribute what you can to nifty so we can all keep enjoying this. You get a lot more from here than you get from going to a movie. https://donate.nifty.org/ This is a very old story. Stories don't get old, people do. The boys, my nephews, Gary and Greg, twins, had just turned 18, and just graduated from high school. This trip was a birthday present/graduation present. I was only six years older than them; their mother was my oldest sister. We grew up together, but I was still their uncle. I was always John, not Uncle John. In 1962 I had to drive to Seattle from Oakland California. I had to pick up a tapestry at a cloistered nuns convent in Yakima Washington on the way to be displayed at the Century 21 Exposition (world's fair.) No compensation. I just did it. I arrived late. It was daylight time, I apologized. They said that they kept their clocks on God's time, whatever that means. Felt weird, men were only allowed in the vestibule of the convent, and only one at a time. Seating was a church pew. They gave it to me in a closed package, I had hoped to see it Nothing more about the fair. We camped mostly on the way up and back, lots of places to camp in northern California, Oregon and Washington. It's a thirteen-hour push direct from Oakland to Seattle, but we were in no hurry. We were camping in Umatilla National Forest, totally private and undeveloped then. There was a small brook running along our camp site, (Umatilla means laughing waters, and they were.) The boys stripped naked and were playing in it, actually built a dam, water got three feet deep All of us being naked around each other was very common as we grew up, it was no big deal, but as they got older, I got more reluctant, they didn't care. They were so damn handsome, but I couldn't/wouldn't touch them however attractive they were or horney I was. They had soccer-player bodies, which they both were, totally fit with huge muscled legs. Between those legs they were nicely equipped, a good set of balls and about four inches inches of flaccid cock. Haven't seen them with a boner since they were twelve. If all you could see were their man parts, you and I couldn't tell them apart. The only easy way you could really tell them apart was naked. Born at the same time, Gary had an innie, Greg had an outie, different interns tying the knot. I could tell them apart when clothed, but it wasn't easy. They were adults in every way, but here they were like six-foot-tall pixies frolicking in the woods. Totally incongruous, but delightful to watch. They played in the water like babies. I was making a pot of chili. There was a torrential rain storm, I mean deluge, we were literally flooded out. The brook became a river, our tent was setting in an inch of water. We piled into the truck and got to a motel, booked up except for one room, one king size bed. It was actually bigger than the tent we shared so we were okay. The boys/men crawled in bed naked, I just couldn't do that with them anymore. Yeah, taking a shower and such, but not just hanging around naked. They did. They kissed me both together on both cheeks, Greg said "Thank you Uncle J." Been kissed before, kissed back, never ever heard that before. They went to sleep in each other's arms. Either they thought I was asleep or didn't care. They flipped to a 69 position, but it wasn't an intense double blow job. They suckled each other's cocks like babies on teats, not sure they even had boners. They were both humming softly while suckling, I could tell who was who, Gary had a slightly lower voice. We went back to the forest the next day to collect our gear, found a laundromat to dry everything. On the way back home to Oakland I had planned to camp at Mount Shasta and Lassen Volcanic National Park in California. We got to Shasta, the weather looked very iffy. Didn't want to do that again. We toured a few hours around the volcano then drove to Redding California and got a room, two beds this time. It was late, got some dinner then turned in. There was just enough light coming in through the window to see once I dark adapted. I could see the twins, they couldn't see me. I pretended to be asleep. Once they thought I was, they started making out with each other. I thought they were doing the 69 thing again. Nope, they were doing a mutual reaming, and a sloppy, slurpy, noisy one. It was too dark to catch much details, but those four-inch cocks were about six inches near as I could tell, and sticking up hard and straight. They did a major flip-fuck. Couldn't tell who was who, but they alternated for maybe half an hour or more switching fucker/fuckee and in several positions.. They came virtually simultaneously, fairly quiet cummers, and so did I. You guys better get your fucking asses (don't think they caught the inuendo) out of bed if you want breakfast. "They're not going to bring it?" asked Gary. "Where the hell do you think we are, the Waldorf Astoria. If you intend to have breakfast you've got 45 minutes." They jumped out of bed, dressed quickly. The evidence of last night's frolic was all over their sheets. Mine were in a crusty pair of briefs. (Why do we call them a pair, they're only one?) Breakfast was a buffet, I had a waffle, some scrambled eggs and a couple of link sausages, a reasonable breakfast. The twins ate way more than I did, I was finished, having a third cup of coffee, and they were still going back. I didn't realize I was starving them. I upped my camping menu. Camped at Lassen for three days then drove back to Oakland. They shared a double sleeping bag as usual, slept naked together. If there was any more messing around, I couldn't tell, but I don't doubt that there were things going on in that bag I couldn't see. Lassen is way to public to romp naked; I missed Umatilla. The boys went off to college together, raised families, they were both professional business men and very successful. Do the math, dear reader, we're old men. Gary and his wife have passed (I never married, had several lady friends, some intimate; a good number of men friends, all intimate.) Greg Is a widower. He lives in an assisted living community; doesn't need it but it is, as he says, convenient. Got a slew of nieces and nephews, some grand, and two great grand, spread all over the world. Greg is the only local family I/we have anymore. *** If you liked this story, I'd like to hear from you. If you didn't, I need to.