Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 14:03:14 +0000 From: Neil M Subject: McGregor and Sons: Chapter 11 McGregor & Sons: Chapter Eleven Hey everyone! Just a reminder that if you love all of the fun and sexy content on Nifty, please feel free to lend your support and send a donation. http://donate.nifty.org/ This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events depicted therein are purely of my imagination. Any resemblance to incidents and people alive or dead is completely coincidental. If you are a minor or are not legally allowed to read adult content such as this where you live, please refrain from reading any further. ****** The McGregor clan talked, laughed and played under the summer sun as they enjoyed one of their nude backyard family barbecue's. While Aiden helped setup the new picnic table and canopy that Junior had built, Paddy and his cousin Alan threw a ball to each other and wrestled around on the grass. As Joe stayed busy behind his grill, Michael brought him a bottle of beer. As he took the cold brew from his brother's hand, he made sure to lean in and give him an affectionate kiss for his efforts, as well as a quick grope of his dick. It had been two months since his brother Michael and his nephew Alan had moved in to the house, and Joe and his boys couldn't be happier about the two latest additions to their frisky family of men. Though Joe was now excited to start a new life with Michael, he had had reservations about living with his brother again when he first arrived. The boys had been elated when they heard the news that their uncle and cousin were moving in. For Junior, Patrick and Aiden, it was a second chance to forge a new relationship with the man who had helped raise them. However for Joe, the thought of Michael being back in his life had been bittersweet. Though he loved his nephew Alan, and took him in without a second thought, he didn't anticipate the wave of mixed emotions he felt when he saw his brother moving back into his house. The same house where he had left him, all those years ago. "Which room is mine uncle Joe?" Alan asked timidly, carrying his suitcase. "Right here, kiddo," said Joe. Alan looked around his new room with excitement. He had gotten Patrick's old room, and since he knew his young cousin loved baseball as much as he did, he left all his old posters and memorabilia for Alan to enjoy. "Wow, uncle Joe, thank you!" Alan enthusiasticly wrapped his arms around his uncle. Joe had always adored his twelve year old nephew. With his blonde hair, green eyes and calm demeanor, it was difficult not to love the kid. Joe hugged Alan back. "You're welcome, sweetheart. But you know what, say that to Paddy when you see him. This is all his stuff." Alan smiled brightly, nodding his head. From the corner of Joe's eye, he spotted Aiden helping Michael carry some of his bags into his room. "Whoa, whoa...where you guys going?" Aiden looked at his father, confused. "I-I thought you wanted uncle Mike in your room, dad?" "I never agreed to that!" Joe's voice sounded uncharacteristically harsh as he addressed his son. There was a moment of awkward silence. Then, in an effort to smooth things over, Aiden made a suggestion. "You know what, let's move you into my room, uncle Mike. I always sleep in Junior's room anyway." "Sure...thanks Kookie." Michael walked by Joe with an irritated look on his face. Aiden raised his eyebrows at his father as he helped his uncle with his bags. Feeling bad for making a scene, Joe only felt worse when he noticed the sad look on his nephew's face before he walked inside his new room, shutting the door behind him. ****** Later on that day, Alan was in the garage. Admiring his cousin Patrick's shiny, blue motorcycle, he took a hold of the handle bars and imagined he was Evil Knievel, readying himself to make a jump. Not paying attention, he didn't hear his cousin Patrick sneaking up behind him. "WHAT ARE YOU DOIN?!" Alan jumped, spinning around looking like he'd just seen a ghost. Patrick laughed heartily, flinging his head back as he grabbed his stomach. "I'm sorry Paddy. I didn't mean to touch your bike...." Patrick listened to his cousin ramble on nervously. Feeling like a jerk for scaring the boy, he finally interjected. "It's cool, buddy. Don't worry about it." Timidly, Alan looked up at Patrick. Though he felt bad about touching his motorcycle without permission, his worries quickly dissolved once he saw his older cousin's big, bright smile. "Tell you what, let me go upstairs and change out of my work clothes and we'll take her for a spin." Alan got excited. "Okay! But, you think I should ask my dad, first?" Patrick shrugged his shoulders, "Meh, we'll tell him when we get back." As Patrick turned to climb the stairs to his apartment, he motioned for Alan to follow him. Once his cousin was beside him, he firmly placed his arm around his shoulder, drawing him in closer. ****** A couple weeks later, Joe sat alone in his chair in the living room, angrily sipping a beer. It was well after midnight, and he was impatiently waiting for Michael to come home. When he heard Michael's car pull up in the driveway, he stood up, readying himself to confront his brother as he walked through the front door. "Where the hell have you been? It's almost one o'clock in the morning!" Said Joe. Michael was startled by his brother's appearance. "Jesus Christ! What are you lurking around the front door for?" "Michael, this is the third night you've been out this week. Where the hell were you now?" Joe interrogated his brother with a steely voice. "Not that it's any of your business, but I was out at Gilly's-" "Again! You know, you keep telling me you're gonna help me with the work around here, then when I come to wake you up in the morning, you're passed out cold. Alan asks me where you are, I don't know what to tell him! Damnit Michael! It's been this way since you got here. I'm getting sick of this shit!" Michael grew impatient as his brother lectured him. "Oh, you know what Joe, why don't you just say what's really bothering you, huh? You're still pissed at me for leaving." Joe glared at his brother. "Don't tell me how I feel, Michael! You do-" "You're just still pissed off that I wanted a life without you, away from this crappy farm! Ya know, you're just a bitter ma-" "YOU ABANDONED MY SONS!!!" Shocked, Michael stared at his brother, unable to speak. "They were just little boys, Michael! Junior was sad for months after you left. Paddy wouldn't talk to anyone...not even me. Aiden had nightmares. I just don't want to see them hurt again." Michael's eyes filled with tears," I...I have to go outside." Turning around, he quickly walked towards the door. Sitting down on the porch steps, he began to weep. After a few minutes had passed, Joe walked to the fridge and grabbed a couple of beers. Heading out to the porch, he quickly tried to decide how he was going to make amends with his brother. ****** Paddy fought for consciousness as he felt something or someone shaking his shoulder. As he slowly opened his eyes, he realized he had an unexpected visitor. Alan stood by his cousin's bed, wrapped in a blanket, attempting to bring him to life. "Paddy, are you awake?" Patrick sat up in bed. Focusing on his cousin in the moonlight, he couldn't help but notice the distressed look on his face. "I think so. What's wrong Alan?" The boy responded quietly. "My dad and uncle Joe are yelling at each other. Can I sleep here with you?" Patrick wasn't surprised. For the past couple of weeks, everyone in the house had sensed the tension between his father and uncle. Patrick was irritated that they had frightened his young cousin. "Yeah, come on." Patrick threw his quilt aside exposing his naked body as Alan dropped his blanket and crawled into bed with him. It was at that moment, Patrick realized his cousin was naked too. Alan snuggled close to his older cousin, absorbing the warmth of his body radiating against his own. It didn't take long for Patrick to feel Alan's erect penis poking against his stomach. Aroused by his cousin's arousal, Patrick reached over, touching Alan's hairless, naked body. Vigorously, he rubbed his back, hip, and butt, marvelling at how smooth his skin felt against his palm. Now fully erect himself, Patrick climbed on top of his cousin. Without hesitation, he lowered his head and began to aggressively kiss him. Alan whimpered, turning his head away from Patrick. Surprised by his response, Patrick halted his advances. "What's wrong, bud?" Alan looked at Patrick, sheepishly. "Nothing...I just.. never did that before." Patrick felt like an idiot. It hadn't occurred to him that his cousin was sexually inexperienced. Patrick climbed off of Alan. Laying back down beside him, he gently began to rub his stomach. "I'm sorry, bud. I didn't mean to scare you. Ya know what, we can do whatever you want to do. And if you don't want to do anything, we can just go sleep." "Are you mad at me?" Alan asked his cousin. "No. I really like you, Alan. I could never be mad at you." Said Patrick. In the faint light of the moon, Patrick could see his young cousin smiling at him. "Paddy, will you touch it?" With a smile, Patrick began to stroke Alan's cock. As he gently glided his hand up and down the shaft of his cousin's dick, he used his other hand to softly massage his balls. A look of sheer pleasure fell across the young McGregor's face. Patrick began to get hard again as he felt his cousins warm breath against his neck. "You wanna touch mine, bud?" Asked Patrick. Alan nodded. Reaching down between Patrick's legs, Alan took his cousin's cock in his hands. "Wow, yours gets big!" Patrick couldn't help but giggle at his young cousin's comment. "Yeah, that's what I hear." As Alan lay next to him, Patrick realized just how much he enjoyed being with the boy. He knew Alan was having a tough time, now that his parents were getting a divorce. Ironically, he remembered how sad he felt when his father and uncle had separated. Now, he wanted to try and do his best to shield Alan from feeling that way as well. Suddenly, Patrick heard Alan's breath quicken. "Paddy...I-" Alan didn't have a chance to finish his sentence before he began shooting his wet load all over Patrick's stomach. "Damn kid, you cum a lot. I'm soaked," said Patrick. Alan bashfully addressed his cousin. "Is that bad?" Patrick smiled broadly at Alan before shaking his head from side to side. "Are you gonna cum too, Paddy?" Alan asked. "If you keep playin with it I will." Patrick could feel his cousin's hands back on his dick, sliding quickly up and down the shaft of his cock. Patrick looked into Alan's eyes as the boy pleasured him with his hands. After a few minutes passed, Paddy let go; shooting ropes of milky cum all over he and Alan's body. After cleaning the cum off their stomach's, Patrick held Alan closely in his arms as they settled down for the night. "Paddy?" "Yeah bud?" "Can I come sleep with you again tomorrow?" Patrick smiled. "You can come sleep with me whenever you want." Alan stretched up, giving his cousin a kiss on the lips before settling back into his arms. Patrick wasn't exactly sure what he was feeling at the moment, all he knew was that he wanted to hold Alan for as long as he possibly could. ****** Joe quietly exited his house, walking towards the steps of his front porch. Sitting down next to his brother, he offered him a cold beer. Michael took the bottle from his brother, quietly thanking him before taking a swig. "I'm sorry I yelled at you," said Joe, looking down at the ground. Michael nodded his head. "I didn't realize how hard the boys took it when I left. I'm sorry, Joe. I love them so much, you know that." "Michael...I shouldn't have said what I said. I know you went out of your way to call and visit them as much as you could when they were growing up. I was just angry and I..." Michael looked over at his brother. Under the faint light of the porch, he could see his brother's eyes getting misty. "I never got over you, Michael. I never got over..." Joe put his head in his hands, sobbing. Michael immediately moved towards his brother, taking him in his arms. "I'm so sorry, Joe. I never meant to hurt you." Gently, Michael rocked Joe in his arms. After a few minutes passed, Joe brought his head up from Michael's chest. Softly, he began to kiss his brother's neck and face, eventually making his way towards his mouth. As he put his tongue in Michael's mouth, Joe could feel the passion he felt for his brother come flooding back to him. Michael began to moan as Joe began to aggressively kiss and paw at his body. Within seconds, the McGregor brothers began to rip and tear at each other's clothes, desperate to get them off. Grabbing a blanket from the porch swing, Joe threw it down, then placed Michael on top of it. After he had tore the last of Michael's clothes from his body, Joe quickly removed the rest of his own. Now that they were both naked, Joe turned his brother onto his stomach. Voraciously, Joe began to eat Michaels butt. Lustfully, he lapped at his younger brother's anus, working to get it thoroughly wet. On his stomach, Michael began to groan with pleasure, arching his back so that his brother had better access to his hole. As Joe ate his butt, Michael reached between his legs to stroke his dick. Seeing his brother's hard cock, Joe pulled it back between Michaels legs, sucking on it at the same time he was eating his hole. "Joe...put it in me...please," Michael breathlessly begged his brother. Joe turned Michael onto his back. Spitting on his cock, he lifted his brother's legs, then eagerly inserted his cock inside him. Michael's mouth fell open as Joe began to wantonly fuck his hole. Joe pumped Michael's ass with abandon. It had been such a long time since he'd been inside his brother, and he had every intention on making it last. Michael pulled his legs up to his chest, allowing Joe the ability to penetrate him deeply. After having him on his back, Joe told Michael to get on his knees so that he could take him from behind. Joe plunged his wet cock in between his brother's cheeks, relishing in the wet slurping noises his tight hole was making. As Joe mounted his brother, he leaned forward, passionately kissing his mouth as he repeatedly pumped his dick inside his hole. Michael put his hand between his legs, he loved the feel of touching his brother's hard dick as it parted his pussy lips. Pushing him down on his side, Joe pushed his brother's legs back up to his chest as he continued to fuck him. Knowing his brother liked it when he talked dirty, Joe made sure to give him what he wanted. "I wanna cum in your ass! Is that what you want too?!" Michael could barely speak, he was so excited. "Yes! Please, Joe! Please!" Joe tightened his grip on his brother's hips, fucking his hole faster. As he slammed his dick into his brother at top speed, he became excited by the loud wet, slapping noise his pelvis made against his brothers bare ass. "You're gonna make me cum!" Unable to hold out any longer, Joe released his load inside his brother's hole. As he pulled his cock out of his brother, Joe got excited watching his jizz run down his inner thigh. Passionately, Joe reached for his brother's face, pulling his mouth toward his own. Michael interrupted his brother's kissing to ask him a question. "You still like cum on your face?" Joe smiled wickedly at his brother before laying flat on his back. Slapping his chest, he motioned for Michael to sit down. Michael straddled his brother's chest, opening his legs wide. Pointing his dick towards his brother's face, he began to aggressively stroke himself. Joe's hands traveled the length of Michael's body. Now that he was in his forties, Joe was starting to sport a bit of a beer belly. However, Michael had managed to stay as fit and tone as he had been when they were young. Joe watched as his brother jerked his cock, faster and faster, just on the verge of feeding him what he wanted. Putting his hands on Micheal's ass cheeks, Joe pulled his crotch closer to his face. Michael let out a couple of deep moans before spraying his brother's face and mouth with his warm jizz. Satisfied, he stuck his cock into Joe's mouth, watching him as he suckled it greedily. ****** Lying together on the porch, Joe and Michael kissed one another as they held each other close. "So...you're dealing blackjack? Why didn't you just tell me that?" Joe asked his brother, calmly. "I don't know. Back in Winnipeg, I had this important sales job. I guess I was a little embarrassed because Gilly's was the only employment I could find." Michael flashed Joe a timid smile before gently kissing his chest. "Michael, I'm not trying to tell you what to do but why don't you just stay home for awhile? Junior's trying to get his furniture making business off the ground. I know he could benefit from your experience. Besides, don't you want to spend a little more time with Alan right now?" Michael looked at Joe, admirably. Here they were, in their forties, and his big brother was still looking out for him. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Joe. I know I can't fix what happened in the past, but I promise, I'll make it up to you...if you still want me around." Joe softly moved Michaels hair away from his forehead. "I'll always want you around." Michael gently kissed his brother's mouth. "Come on, little brother," said Joe. "Let's go up to our room and go to sleep." ****** Junior watched from the picnic table as his family attempted to play a game of baseball. Since they had just finished eating, everyone was moving pretty slow out on the field. His father and uncle were the first to give up on the game, followed by his brother, Aiden. As they all returned to the table, Aiden took a seat on his brother's lap. "You having fun, babe?" Aiden asked his older brother. "Time of my life, buddy." Junior moved his head towards Aiden's, planting a kiss on his soft full lips. Aiden had recently begun to refer to Junior as babe, and Junior had secretly begun to love it. As Aiden kissed Junior, he subtly began to grind his ass against his dick, making him hard in the process. "Hey...you cut that out." Said Junior. Looking over the table, Joe noticed his two son's starting to get hot and heavy. "Hey you two, not at the dinner table. Go upstairs." "Sorry dad." Both boy's said in unison. Standing up from the table, Junior tried to hide his erection. "We'll be back in a little bit." As Junior grabbed his cane, Aiden gave his uncle a quick peck on the cheek. "Make him work for it, Kookie," said Michael to his nephew. Aiden smiled at his uncle. "Yes sir." Hand in hand, Joe and Michael watched their boys walk away. "I'm so glad they have each other," said Michael. Joe reached across the table, taking his brother's hand. "Yeah, me too." Michael couldn't help but smile warmly at his brother. Looking back out over the yard, Joe saw Patrick lying on his back with his knees up, while Alan sat astride him. As he peered closer, he could tell they both had erections. "For crying out loud...these boys." Said Joe. Michael couldn't help but snicker at his brother. "What?" Joe asked his brother Michael. "Now, you remember how we were when we were young. Dad always telling us to cool it whenever we touched each other too much." Joe did remember. When he and his brother were in their teens, they were practically on top of each other every minute of the day. Or at least they tried to be. "I know, but...Paddy's quite a bit older than Alan. Maybe I should tell him to tone it down a bit?" Joe flashed Michael a look of concern. "Joe, their fine. Alan tells me what goes on when he spends the night with Paddy. Actually, it all sounds pretty innocent." In an attempt to calm his nerves, Michael winked at his brother. Patrick walked up to the picnic table giving Alan a piggy back ride. "Hey guys, where's Junior and Aiden?" Asked Patrick. Both Joe and Mike pointed up to the house. "Ah, gotcha. Well, Alan wants to watch The Six Million Dollar Man. Mind if we split?" "You two go ahead, we'll clean up." Michael gave Alan and Patrick a quick kiss goodnight. Joe gently took Alan's chin in his hand. "Make sure this guy treats you well, okay kiddo?" Alan flashed his uncle a huge smile, "I will uncle Joe." Patrick stuck his tongue out at his father as Joe mussed his son's hair. Joe smiled warmly as he watched Patrick and Alan laughing together as they headed back to his room. ****** An hour later, Junior and Aiden rejoined their father and uncle in the living room. On the way to the kitchen to grab a few beers, Junior spotted a piece of mail that had been addressed to him sitting on the dining room table. "When did this come?" Junior inquisitively scanned the envelope. As he looked closer, he realized it had arrived from Vietnam. Sitting down at the table, he opened the letter. "Dad!...DAD! Startled, Joe jumped up from his chair. Noticing the stunned look on Junior's face, he quickly made his way over to his son's side. "Junior...what is it, son?!" Shaking, Junior showed the letter to his father. Taking it back in his hands, Junior began to read. "Dear Mr. McGregor, My names is Adam Sterling. I am a missionary working with an orphanage outside of China Beach in Vietnam..." As Junior continued to read the letter further, his eyes became bigger. "...a small infant was left in our care. When I first tended to him, I found a piece of paper with your name and address on it. I have enclosed the piece of paper along with a photo in this letter..." Unfolding the tattered piece of paper, Junior suddenly realized that it was the same piece of paper he had given to his girlfriend Bihn not long before he had left Vietnam. "...Mr. McGregor, we believe the boy is your son." Junior carefully scanned the photo of the child. As he studied the boy's face, he realized he had the same small purple birthmark on his neck that he and his father had. Looking directly at Joe, Junior's face lit up. "Dad...I have a son...I have a son! Please come back and find out what happens in the conclusion of McGregor & Sons. Also, if you have a question or comment, please feel free to email me. I always appreciate thoughtful feedback.