Date: Fri, 12 Mar 2021 17:29:57 +0000 From: Dazing & Confusing Subject: Re: My World of Scattered Memories - Chapter 03 [Incest] My World of Scattered Memories Chapter 03 **************************************************************************** DISCLAIMER: This story contains sex between males, some of whom are related and underage. If such subject offends you, then you should move on to greener pastures While no underage boy has been harmed penning this story, in real world kids may and do get hurt: respect them and do not engage in any inconsiderate activity with them. You must discern the boundaries between fantasy and reality. If you are under the age of 18 or anyway too young to be reading such material, or if you are in a country where it is not legal to read such material, then please leave and come back when it is legal for you to do so. The author retains all copyrights to this story and no publication may be made, with the exception of the web sites to which this story has been posted, without consent of the author. Feel free to reach me by email at That-Brain-in-a-vat@protonmail.com or at Wickr: blueroyale1 for any constructive criticism or just to say you liked the story. If you enjoy reading stories on Nifty, then don't forget to donate! Help them help *you* It's easy, just follow the link http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html **************************************************************************** In the last chapter: "You don't have to do that, Lucas." His voice was tender and soft, but firm. I just stared at him with puppy eyes, not really knowing what to do or how to react. He reached forward and enveloped me in his strong arms. I let myself melt into him, comforted by his warmth. "Sorry, I'm so sorry," he repeated as he kissed the top of my head. Nothing, at that moment, could have pried me away from his embrace. ================================================================ An embrace is always a powerful action. It is a meeting of emotions as well as bodies. It might be one sided, resisted; or accepted and returned. Losing myself in Dad's arms, cloaked by him, calmed the anxiety and excitement that was shaking me a few minutes earlier. It even mellowed down the unfamiliar pressure that I felt storming through my stomach and looking for a getaway further down my groin. This man, the one that had always protected me, provided me every single thing I needed, given me my very life, was now holding me in a needy clasp, his body still shaking from the occasional shudder. He was relaxing the tense muscles that were straining as wiry bundles of energy after what looked like a strained and pained exertion of power. And his face; oh his face at that moment, that night, is carved in my memory. I will never forget the uplifted brows, the crease between them, almost in pain and yet pleading for more. How his eye sprang wide open in surprise, to shut immediately tightly closed. Finally, that release. It was as if his body was bursting liquid energy zinging around him and over myself. And *I* did that. This man, the one whom I have always looked up to, anybody who knew him did really, and *I* was responsible for his pained pleasure, his explosive release, and the shuddered peace that he was experiencing at this very moment while holding me tight. And I, little unremarkable Lucas, accomplished that. I had seen him as I never had before, and probably not many others did: whatever girlfriends he has had before Mom, then my mother, and now me. It was an image I decided to keep etched in my mind, and resolved to bring out of my father again. And again. That night, some questions I had coursing my mind were answered; yet many others came forth. Many of those, Dad could solve right away, if I found the courage to ask, but I would have to find a solution to others on my own. The basement light flickered, distracting my attention from the heaving chest I was laying my cheek upon. The soft turn of my head drew back my father from wherever place of his mind in which he had lost himself. It probably wasn't a smooth return to reality, because I could feel his body stiffen and I perceived the smallest twitch. Maybe I thought I now had the power to soothe him, or perhaps I was just afraid to let go and lose a moment that I knew I might never be able to experience again, fact is that I tightened my slender arms around his bigger form and took a deep breath in him. At first, he resisted my embrace as if he were ready to raise up, but then he returned in silence the gesture and continued holding me some more, letting me enjoy the safety, the closeness, and comfort of his embrace. An embrace that I now realize I had hungered for. Outside, whooshing waves of wind washed on the trees in the backyard, and slowly brought us back to basement mat. Those summer bursts of air usually meant a clear sky was to follow, all clouds blown away. While surfacing from my Father's lulling warmth, I felt his hand brushing my head, as locks of my hair slipped through his fingers. "I hadn't meant to take things this far," he voiced in his low baritone tone. "It was too sudden and... I was too far-gone. I just couldn't stop it and..." He added apologetically, leaving his voice hanging. "Dad?" I muttered, raising my eyes to look at him. "Yes, Bambi?" "That was the coolest thing I have ever seen!" I declared enthusiastically, both to ease whatever thought that was crossing his mind and because it was indeed the truth. He stood silent for a few seconds, and then busted into a roaring laughter, probably ignited by the absurdity of the situation and the silliness my own statement. "Did it hurt, though?" My curiosity got the better part of me and I just had to ask. "And the white stuff, is it supposed to come out? What is it, anyway?" I pressed on. "Wait, what?" Dad let out in a sincerely surprised tone. "Yeah, the white pee that came out of your..." I insisted, moving my left hand in a short circle in the general direction of his member. I really did not know how I was allowed to call it, after what we shared. `Willy'? I didn't want to sound like a little kid. "Penis" he offered, finishing my sentence in a distracted tone that clearly suggested he was mulling over something. "You mean you've never..." he trailed off. "You mean you've never played with your penis?" There it was, that surprised tone making an apparition again. "What do you mean `played with my penis'? Like what?" I responded, puzzled. "You know, touched it to make you feel good," he said, as if he was weighting his words. "Oh, like I did to you?" I asked without thinking. "Yeah, kinda." The awkwardness slipped through his voice. "No...?" My answer clinged to a small question mark at its end. "I was afraid I would break something." "What do you mean `break something'?" He countered. "It's not like have to slam it around," he mocked with a chuckle. "Well, I haven't." The tone in my voice betrayed I was starting to feel offended. "Ok, Ok. So, do you remember when I told you how your body is starting to go through changes?" Dad started, his demeanor changing at once, as his educator role took control. "Yes, I remember..." I lagged, thinking about the awkward conversation we had some days ago. "Well, those changes are called puberty." "I know what puberty is, Dad" I interrupted. "Stephan has had hairs growing for a while already." "Yes, right." He nodded, then continued "Well puberty is what that happens to your body as you grow up. But it's not just about hairs. It prepares your body to have sex and eventually makes you able to make babies." While he talked, I simply stayed silent and listened as he explained in his methodical dissection of human anatomy and physiology how a penis grew in size and testicles started to produce semen. When they dropped, that is. Ouch, dropping a testicle sounded quite painful. He went on for a while as his usual self surfaced back, quite in contrast with the unfamiliar image of the naked body I was laying on. "Are you saying all this is about making babies?" I blurted out, suddenly freaking at the realization of the importance the moment we just shared carried. "Yes. But no, this is about your body preparing for it. You won't be making babies any time soon. Hopefully," he chuckled. Then his expression shifted, as if a thought crossed his mind, and he went on. "And while your body is preparing for the mechanics of making babies, sex is not just about that. It's about intimacy. And pleasure." He lowered his eyes to look at me, while saying this last part. "This means you will be able to share it with a girl, or maybe another boy. And it won't have anything to do with trying to make a baby." I nodded, understandingly. "So that was semen uh, what came out earlier?" I enquired, feeling it cooling between us. "Yes, it was," he answered, withdrawing his gaze from my eyes. "Is it poisonous?" A scary thought suddenly crossed my mind, remembering how he stopped me from bringing my fingertip to my mouth. "No, it's not. Why would you think that?" He asked, genuinely curious. "It's just that... I don't know," my voice faltered, betraying my hesitation, "You got scared when I was going to... feell what it was like." "Because... Because you are my son, Lucas. That's why." He sighed deeply, closing his eyes. "You're not supposed to do that." I was not sure why he wasn't supposed to share that with me, while it was perfectly normal to share it with someone he might have just met. In addition, didn't he just say it was about intimacy, and that it felt good? However, I did not want to press on that just yet; it seemed a sensitive matter to him. "And... Dad?" "Yes, buddy?" He turned his eyes to look at me again, still holding me, while I rested on my side over his warm body. "How can I..." This was just too embarrassing, "you know, touch myself. Making my... penis go down?" I tried to bend casually my legs, stealthily enough to hide the turgid member that was creating a small but visible bulge inside my shorts. While bringing Dad to release sated unexpectedly my mental arousal, my body was still aching to let go of the built up energy, "I see," he uttered. "OK, in for a penny..." he muttered, more to himself. His body shifted position from underneath me, straightening his back against the wall, as he dragged my own body up with himself. Then, exhaling, he let his hand glide over the length of my torso, until it met with my shorts. I felt him slowly tug at them, signaling me to take them off. My body stiffened: I had thought he would just go on with the detached theory he used to explain puberty to me, but now he expected me to uncover my puny member that could never measure with the magnificent organ he possessed. If the light of the room had not been so dim, Dad would have seen how shame tinged my face in ruddiness, as I prepared myself to scrutiny, resigned. I grabbed the hem of my shorts and drew them down, letting my toes to complete the work and shed that bit of reassuring fabric. The last barrier between our bodies had crumbled. Bristle hair caressed my ass, as I molded myself back over Dad, him pulling me between his legs, in a seated position. His pubes nestled in my lower back, and the moist heat coming from the soft member resting within them warmed my skin. I didn't dare looking at my groin, in fact I was rather tightening my legs, but I could feel that spike of flesh craving for attention, the traitor. I felt my father's eye upon me, from his vantage point: it was done, he had finally seen I was just an unremarkable boy with an unremarkable penis; and I did not know why his opinion about my crotch was so important to me, but it just was. While I was feeding my anxiety with worries, Dad seem unfazed; his arm mirrored mine, and holding my breath I watched as his hand covered my own, guiding it to happy roll that stood proud between my thighs. He closed his fingers over mine, tightening them into a steady grasp around the shaft. Tu-tum. My penis pulsed unexpectedly in our hands. I was so absorbed by that scene, that I hissed in surprise when I felt his stubble lightly scratch my cheek, as his face got close to mine to better monitor the task at hand. I misread the gesture, and rested my head on his; he didn't resist my need of intimacy, though, and rubbed softly his cheek over mine. My flesh stick was harder than I could remember it ever being, and the firm pressure my Dad's fingers exercised on mine kept it in a constant state of arousal. Then, he released me from his grip and just with his fingertips guided my fingers in a slow up and down motion. Tu-tum. My father's slow, regular breath in my ear, his fingertips on my hand, his bristles scribbling on my cheek, the clammy warmth on my back: my senses were in a swirling overload of physical stimulation, attacked from all sides. Then, while his fingers kept driving my hand, calibrating speed and direction, he took my left one, brought it to his mouth, and I felt the wet warmth of his tongue sliding over my palm, leaving a sloppy mess behind. That gesture felt so random and incomprehensible yet so sexually charged, that I was afraid my heart would skip a beat. Tu-tum. He then guided my wet palm over the topside of my glans and, driving it in circular motions, rubbed it insistently over the sensitive helmet. My penis had never felt such a thorough stimulation: if the jerking of the shaft had felt good, the rubbing pressure over the glans brought to the surface nerves I never knew existed, raw nerves that rushed both pleasure and exquisite pain to my young boyhood. Tu-tum. My mind was losing coherence, and I could barely articulate any sound. I was just a babbling mess of moans. While the crude feelings were mostly coming from my penis, a numb pressure started to build up in my stomach. Tu-tum. The pressure started to navigate downward, pulled hastily toward that roll of flesh that I had snubbed for all my life, but that now had proved to be the source of physical earthquakes. Tu-tum. "Oh Dad... Oh Dad..." I repeated with a whimper, as I felt the nerves on my penis scream and my mind coming unglued. Tu-tum. "Let it happen," my father's rasping voice whispered in my ear. Tu- "Aww.." I trailed off, as my body started to shake, stretched. My legs went suddenly stiff, while the toes curled uncontrolled into the mat and extended again. "Mmmh..." I grumbled. Before tightening my eyes shut, I managed to see a few drops of clear liquid escape the slit on top of the cherry crowning my shaft. "I've got you, buddy. I've got you," were the last words I heard Dad saying, softly, as I lost adherence to reality. My body was slowly drawn back from its lethargy by a growing feeling coming from the newly discovered best friend housed between my thighs. It was slightly uncomfortable and increasingly so; the intensity of it brought all my senses back. I sluggishly opened my eyes, still in the same position as I was probably only a minute earlier, laying back on Dad's body as he was still using my palm to rub lazily my glans, leaving a gossamer shine over it. That idle gesture was shifting into painful, but I hesitated to say as much at first; eventually, I let out a pained moan that draw my Dad's attention stopping his ministrations. "Hey." He said softly. "How was your first orgasm?" "It was... intense." I mumbled, contented. "Well, I *will* be doing that again." I boldly concluded, then busted into a fit of laughter, immediately joined by my father. "Just..." I paused, "It was just a few drops. Is it normal? It means I won't ever be able to make babies? I didn't see any spermies" I asked, worried I might be less of a male, after all. "Sperms," he corrected me. "Don't worry, buddy," he added with a smile, ruffling my hair, comfortingly. "You still have quite some growing to do. You will, soon." Then he retorted, mocking an inquisitive look, "You aren't planning to make babies right away, right?" I mock punched him and we both laughed. That was his clue. He spread his legs and planted both feet on the mat, giving me room to raise up and stand. "OK, let's go," he finally said, grabbing my crumpled up shorts and underwear, as he stood tall. "Get dressed," he instructed, throwing them at me with a playful chuckle. For the first time in days, everything seemed to go back to how things were before: the good-natured laughter Dad often shared with me, the playful exchanges, the tension dissipating. I watched him while I tightened the pull strings around my waist; he reached to the floor, pulled back his shorts and finally stepped in them, his bare feet brushing the fabric in a rustle that played almost erotic to my ears. Seeing him in that vulnerable moment, a few minutes earlier when he became human in front of my eyes, changed everything for me. Eventually, he was back in his tank top, and slipping a hand inside the hem of his shorts, he rummaged around accommodating his member comfortably inside the grey fabric, in a gesture of unrehearsed masculinity. Then he grabbed my hand in the most spontaneous manner, and pulled me to the stairs. "Come on," he said as he dragged me behind him, holding our flip-flops in our fingers to muffle our steps. Ultimately, we went through the kitchen and Dad slid the glass terrace doors open. Still pulling me by my hand, he went outside; the night heat immediately enveloped us, as a very light breeze comforted our bodies from the summer swelter. Dad continued walking, as he led me on the backyard grass, the rustle of leaves beneath our feet punctuating each step. He then crouched and laid down on the lawn, one arm bent under his head, while with the other hand patted at his side, inviting me to mimic him, before extending his arm on the grass to welcome me. I eventually lay down, resting my head on the crook of his forearm. We rested in silence on the ground for a while, looking at the dark sky; it was finally clear, only dotted with stars. This was something we did often: watching the stars in the summer nights, as he tried to explain to me about constellations and how to orient ourselves while navigating through celestial bodies. This was one of our things: he had sports with Stephan, and with me he explored the mechanisms of nature. "Welcome to the brotherhood of sexually independent males who are now able to find physical gratification by themselves, buddy." He finally said, breaking the silence with a chuckle. I answered with a giggle of my own. "Hope what just happened didn't weird you out." He added in a more serious tone. I knew some sort of tying up loose ends would happen. I feared it, but I knew it would come. "No. No Dad. It didn't." I rushed to answer, fully knowing that it was somehow a lie. I wasn't weirded out, of course, but it did change my perspective. "Good," he said, as he apparently rested his eyes. After a few more moments of silence, he added "Hope you found some of the answers you were looking for." "Mmh-mh" I nodded. Eventually, gathering all the courage I could ever muster, I held my breath and with a voice I could barely hear and hardly recognize as my own, I started to speak again. "Will we ever do that again?" "No," was his only answer. That single word pierced through me, stabbing my lungs out of their breath; and yet it was my heart that felt the pain. However, I did not voice it. We both laid there, in silence, the crackle of leaves chased by the summer breeze our only companion. *Stay tuned for the next chapter.*