Date: Sat, 22 Apr 2017 21:36:15 -0400
From: Milford Slabaugh <tommyhawk1@aol.com>
Subject: Nice Having Family

[Note: This story involves an underaged boy having sex with two older-teen
cousins. As always, my stories are fantasies with no basis in reality
either intended or implied, I personally have a clearly defined border
between fantasy and reality in my own life and can enjoy these sort of
stories with no desire to go out and emulate them in my own life. But if
stories of this sort offend you, please, spare yourself and read no
further. I write a wide variety of stories (it's what lets me stay so
prolific) so check back next week for a story of mine that may not go too
far for you.]

                        NICE HAVING FAMILY
                      By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
                  WWW.TOMMYHAWKSFANTASYWORLD.COM

     "It's so nice," Grandma said at the table where the family was
sitting, "So nice having family in the house!"
     There was a lot of family for her to look at. We were gathered at her
house for a family wedding (not one of us there, a cousin of mine, but
Grandma had turned it into a family reunion event), and the entire progeny
of Grandma and Grandpa were now at the two tables (pushed together
lengthwise to form a square which let her seat everyone, load the tables
with food and have it all fit in her dining room. Grandma's policy about
feeding a family was something that put Thanksgiving to shame, two hams and
a turkey, a huge platter of her home-made biscuits and several large bowls
of side dishes. For deserts there were four cakes and three pies (her
children had contributed most of those) and ice cream, several gallon-sized
tubs in the freezer sitting on the rear porch.
     "Good to see you, too, Mom!" My father agreed, as he filled his plate
along with the rest of us. No orderly process here, it was grab a dish and
scoop out what you wanted. Nobody was going to starve, but if you wanted
white meat off the turkey, you had to move fast, it was turning into a
gaunt skeleton as I watched. "Makes me wish I'd never left home."
     "You got that." Uncle Jason agreed. "I'm going to hate traveling to
the motel after we finish this."
     "What?" Grandma was scandalized. "Don't be silly. You can all stay
here."
     "Huh?" Aunt Sheila chimed in. "Mom, how would we sleep everyone?"
     That was a good question and to appreciate the problem, I'll have to
run down the list of relatives around that table. Living in the house
already was Grandma and Grandpa, Aunt Sheila and her husband Robert and
their two children, Bobby (Robert, Jr., so we called him "Bobby" even
though he was eighteen years old now) and Margaret, fourteen. Visiting were
my father, Alvin, and Uncle Jason, who were younger than Aunt Sheila. Uncle
Jason was the middle child, along with his wife Rose, he had Jay (Jason,
III, named after both my grandfather and his eldest son, Uncle Jason.), who
was seventeen, Jennifer (13) and Martha (10). As for my Dad, Alvin and Mom,
Dianne, they had my older sister, Laura (12) and me, Alan (Dad hated his
name, mine was a compromise on the "Jr." phenomenon), age nine. Eight
adults with seven children, two of whom were practically adults themselves,
and me the runt of the group and only one who still had an age in the
single digits. We were in a four-bedroom house, and each room had a
king-sized bed, but you still can't shoehorn in fifteen people into four
beds, not ignoring the fact that it broke down into eight females and seven
males.
     "Oh, we can do it!" Grandma assured us.
     "How?" Uncle Jason wanted to know. "Put sleeping bags on the living
room floor?" That was a good question, Grandma's house was big, but it was
also pretty cluttered. Sleeping bags would require moving furniture and
boxes (Aunt Sheila's stuff) and lots and lots of knick-knacks.
     "No need for that." Grandma argued. Mind you, this wasn't the only
conversation going on around that table, it was a madhouse of noise. I only
heard things because I was sitting next to Grandma at the table, sitting at
a corner with my mother on the other side of me. "Your father and I can
sleep in our recliners."
     "We don't want to throw you out of your bed!" My mother interposed.
     "With my bad back, I spend half the night in it anyhow." Grandpa
chimed in.
     "And I nap in mine every afternoon." Grandma agreed. "You get to be my
age, it's more comfortable not to lie down flat at night. I have to put
three pillows under me in the bed. It won't be any trouble."
     "You still don't have enough beds." Aunt Sheila put in. She was
halfway down the table on the other side from my mother, but Aunt Sheila
has a voice that carries.
     "Certainly we do." Grandma said. "We put you, Rose and Dianne in one
bed, and Robert, J.J.  (her name for Uncle Jason) and Alvin in the
other. We can put your girls in one bed, and the boys in the other. Plenty
of room."
     The argument didn't stop there, but Grandma can be awfully insistent,
both my Dad and Uncle Jason seemed to not want to argue with her and Aunt
Sheila, living in the house with them and not paying rent, was in a poor
position to fight it. After all, it was only two nights, then they'd all
get back their own beds. So that was how we ended up doing things.
     My bedtime was nine o'clock and I was bustled by Mom into Bobby's room
and put to bed. It sucks being the youngest child in a family. The girls
were already in Margaret's room doing girl stuff and their squeals and
laughs meant they were having an impromptu slumber party. Noisy, I was
still awake when Bobby and Jay came in an hour or so later.
     "Scoot over, doofus!" Bobby told him. "I get the left side."
     "And I get the right side." Jay added.
     "So you're stuck in the center." Bobby concluded.
     "Well...okay." I didn't much care, I scooted over so my head was
between the two pillows the bed boasted, they were large enough that I
wasn't uncomfortable. From that vantage, I watched these two guys,
18-year-old Bobby and 17-year-old Jay, undress.
     In my young life so far, I hadn't seen much in the way of men's bodies
up close. Even in gym class, they'd wear t-shirts or jackets or
such. Except for the views I got on television or such (and little of
that), I'd never seen a guy's chest or such. So when Bobby took off his
shirt (he wore a white tee under it) and then reached for his pants'
button, I was frankly staring.
     "What are you looking at, butthead?" Jay asked me. I looked over and
he was now completely bare above the waist. He was nearly hairless on his
chest, just a few hairs between his breasts. His muscles were young and
lithe rather than bulging like they show in the cartoons with superheroes,
but I could see in his body the start of such a body, if he wanted it. His
face was like his mother's, somewhat angular, but neatly so instead of
being sharp, it made him look very dashing and attractive, the sort of
young man that they put on the television shows.
     "Just watching you take your clothes off."
     "You want to see our dicks?" Bobby asked. I looked back and he was in
the process of removing his t-shirt. His pants were unfastened but still
about his waist, a white triangle below his navel showed the band and part
of the fly of his briefs.
     "Uh-huh." I admitted.
     "What?" Bobby didn't expect me to say that.
     "He wants to see our cocks." Jay said. "He's a little pervert."
     "I'm just curious!" I defended myself. "I've never seen one, that's
all."
     "Well, you can't see mine!" Jay told me. "So turn over and go to
sleep!" He was down to his briefs only and I could see how they bulged in
front. Man, he must have a real big one, I knew enough to know that men had
bigger ones than kids, that it would grow when I reached my early teen
years. I wasn't totally ignorant, but missing a lot of the real, honest
facts to go with the words. He crawled into the right-hand side and lay on
his side with his back facing me.
     I looked over at Bobby and he was now stripped down the same way, just
his briefs. He was older than Jay and he had quite a bit of hair on his
chest, and his muscles were bigger, too. I knew he played football and
worked out with weights, and he was built big and solid. With my eyes on
him, he grinned and made a "shush" motion with his finger to his lips, and
I nodded, and Bobby then stripped off his briefs and stood before me
completely nude!
     I got my first look at a grown-up wiener then, my older cousin was
giving me an unfettered look. Coiled up tight against his balls, it was
cusped like a crescent moon. Bobby reached down and pulled it loose and
then it dangled longer, like a small banana. He winked at me and I grinned
and he walked toward the bed like that, his cock waggling as he did, and
then he lifted up the covers and got inside with me, still nude! Reached
over and killed the light, plunging us into darkness.
     The bed was king-sized, but with three of us, it was still awful
close, I felt his arm touching mine as he settled in.
     I turned and leaned in to his arm, pressing against him to get my
mouth over close to his ear. I whispered, "Thank you."
     "Don't mention it." Bobby said in the same low tones. "This is how I
normally sleep anyway."
     I stayed where I was and thought about it as silence settled over the
house. It had been so noisy all day long, that the quiet was nice. Let me
think.
     I'd seen his cock, not hard. What was it like when the other things
they told me about in Sex Ed happened? Like I said, I had words but nothing
to go with it. I looked over at Bobby lying beside me, my eyes had adjusted
to the dimmer light of the room lit only by indirect moonlight and
starlight, just enough to make out the shape with no color and little
detail.
     Well, I had a naked man in bed right next to me. I'd never get a
better chance than right now to fill in the blanks. Bobby might not even
wake up.
     I slid my hand onto his stomach and waited. His breathing didn't
change. He didn't move. I slid my hand down further, into the bush of hair
that was his pubic patch. The silken strands of hair were soft and felt
like spider webs. Bobby gave a small groaning sound, but nothing else. I
decided it was a noise kind of like snoring.
     Moved my hand further down. Found it at last, his dong.
     That was weird. It had been soft when he got into bed, now it was hard
and standing upright.  The covers were tented out it was so big. My hand
crept up the shaft and gripped it and Bobby moaned again, softly.
     I still figured he was asleep until his hand next to my body
moved. Feeling on me. My crotch was up about his wrist, and his hand found
it, cupped it through my Spiderman briefs. Gave me a soft squeeze.
     "Feels good!" I told him.
     "It sure does." he agreed. "Pump up and down on mine for me, will
you?"
     "Okay." I began to move my hand up and down. The shaft was a warm
steel rod coated in velvet, and my hand slid up and down, carrying that
velvet covering with me as I moved, and Bobby groaned softly.
     "What the fuck are you doing over there?" Jay demanded from my other
side.
     "Nothing." I said, an automatic reaction to the same sort of thing my
mother would say when I was doing something I shouldn't.
     "Are you playing with Bobby's dick?" he wanted to know.
     I started to answer again in the negative, when Bobby spoke up. "Yeah,
he is. Little fucker is curious, decided to find out what a man's cock
feels like."
     With that in the open air, I saw no more reason to deny. After all,
these were my cousins, they couldn't do nothing to me. "Yeah, it feels
good." I chimed in.
     Bobby's hand was fishing to get inside my briefs while we said this,
and he got in, gripped me.  "His feels like a string bean and two lima
beans in a bag."
     "Hey!" I expostulated.
     Jay chuckled. He rolled onto his other side so he was facing me, and
in the process, got right up against me. His hands came up and around me,
and then they were sliding down and he got hold of my briefs and was
pulling them down off me. It freed up Bobby's hand and he began to fondle
my shaft, making my little pud hard, then working it with his fingers.
     "You going to let Alan suck on it?" Jay wanted to know.
     "If he wants to." Bobby agreed.
     "You're going to let a little boy put his mouth on your cock and suck
on it?"
     "If he wants to." Bobby said, and then to me, "You want to suck on
it?"
     I hadn't considered it (they didn't cover that in Sex Ed!), but I was
game and said, "Sure, Bobby. I'd like to suck on it!"
     Bobby pushed the covers down and exposed his body to below his
crotch. "So get to sucking on it." He said.
     His tool was large and white in the dim light and I didn't have any
trouble seeing it. But as I moved down toward it, he reached over and
turned the light back on. "I got to see this." he said.
     "See a kid sucking on your dick." Jay agreed.
     "You can turn over and go back to sleep if you don't want to watch."
Bobby told him unhelpfully. My head was over his cock and I had my lips on
his glans, hesitating, and Bobby's hands came up and pushed me down onto
his prick. I had a sudden mouthful of hot cock and I pondered the unusual
situation. I'd wanted information, but this was a lot!
     "Come on, suck it!" Bobby urged me. "Grip it and move up and down,
like with your hand!"
     I complied and got a salty taste on my tongue. Hey, that tasted good!
I moved and more came out and I greedily sucked it off of his cocktip as he
produced it.
     I was on my knees, my face down in Bobby's crotch and I didn't think
about what Jay was doing until suddenly, I felt a wet finger stab me in my
ass. I gasped as the digit forced its way into my butthole a short ways,
he'd jammed his finger at me kind of hard.
     I started to move, get out of the way, but Jay's hand caught hold and
stopped me. "Hold still! I have to get you ready." he told me.
     Ready for what? But Bobby had told me to suck his cock and it had been
a good thing.
     I looked my question at Bobby and he said, "He's right, hold still and
let him work his fingers into you. It'll be fine."
     With that, I settled in to sucking on him while Jay stuffed first one
finger completely inside me and when I got used to that, he pulled it out
then stuffed two inside me. That hurt all over again but soon I was able to
take that as well.
     "He's as ready as he'll ever be." Jay said, panting heavy.
     "How about it, Alan?" Bobby asked me. "Are you ready to have Jay stick
his cock up your butt now?"
     I thought about it and I said around Bobby's cock, "Nu-uh!"
     "No?" Jay was scandalized. After all that work!
     But I lifted off Bobby's cock and said, "I want Bobby to do it."
     "What the hell?" Jay blurted.
     Bobby laughed. "He wants me to do it." he affirmed.
     "But I...I was the one...."
     "Cool, man." Bobby told Jay. "You can have him after I'm done. And he
can suck you while I fuck him."
     Jay was still hesitating and so I said, "Yeah!"
     "All right." Jay seemed pissed. But he moved back and I was laid on my
back and my legs lifted up and Bobby was squeezing in between them. I was
glad he was doing it this way, as it let me watch him as he pushed his cock
into my butt. Jay's fingers had done a good job on me, but it still
hurt. But Bobby had my spit all over his cock and that also helped. Soon he
had his cock in my butt. And he was right, it felt so good with it inside
me. He moved and that made it feel even better.
     I watched Bobby fucking at my ass and then Jay was working himself
over on his knees to stuff his cock in my mouth. Well, I had promised, so
when he got there, I opened my mouth and tried to do my best for him.
     But I was just feeling so good with Bobby's cock fucking me that I
didn't get much of a rhythm going like I did with Bobby. I don't think Jay
noticed, he was watching Bobby as our cousin's thrusting motions grew
stronger and faster and he was panting and growling and then he let out a
long, low moan and he let fly a lot of hot, sticky stuff into my ass. He
was moaning, "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" over and over and I realized he was
feeling really good just then and that was when my own body started
tingling like crazy. When Bobby went down and resting his body on top of
mine, I held onto him and moaned my own joy around his huge, heavy
lead-weight form.
     Done, I felt weak and feeble. I'd never felt a pleasure this great
from playing with my own dick. I guess it matters to have someone else
doing it for you. While I was thinking this, Bobby rolled off of me and
when he did, Jay quickly took his place.
     He lifted my legs up even higher and I was resting mostly on my
shoulders when Jay's cock found my butt and drove into me. He did it so
roughly it would have hurt if I hadn't had Bobby in me before, as it was, I
was all opened and soft and wet and waiting for him.
     Jay stuffed it in hard and deep and he moaned, "Oh, shit, I feel your
jizz in there, it's all hot and sticky and I can feel it around my cock!"
     "Go ahead and fuck him." Bobby urged Jay. "Squirt yours in there on
top of mine. We'll fill this little fucker up before sunrise."
     Jay held onto my ankles and fucked at me like I was a limp rag. I was
surprised to find my pleasure building up in me again when Jay suddenly
roared and another hot load of cousin's come blasted into my butt. So hard,
it squirted out around Jay's cock and splattered his pubes and my ass and
then he was done, and he let go of me abruptly and moved away from me.
     "Oh, man, oh, man!" He was panting as he lay down on me.
     "That was so fucking hot, watching you ram his butt!" Bobby
groaned. "I'm so hot, I'm almost ready to go again!"
     "Okay!" I agreed, though I was so tired, I was nearly asleep.
     Jay laughed. "He's hot for our cocks."
     "I need some more rest before I do you again." Bobby assured me. "You
go to sleep now, I'll wake you when I'm ready."
     "All right." I settled in as Bobby pulled the covers back up over up
and then he snuggled up to me and I went to sleep in his big, warm arms.
     Bobby woke me in the middle of the night, fucking my ass. I never even
felt him stick it in, I woke up as he was thrusting at me. Jay woke up from
us shaking the bed and when Bobby finished, Jay again mounted me and fucked
me as lustily as he had the time before. Bobby managed a third time as the
sun came up, and I think Jay would have crawled on again, too, but as Bobby
just finished up, there came a knock at the door and Grandma poked her head
in. Bobby had just rolled off me and I guess Grandma thought she'd woke us
up. "Good morning, sleepyheads." she told us. "Better get ready, breakfast
will be in a half hour and we have to be ready to go by nine-thirty to make
the church on time."
     The wedding was long and boring, but the reception was a bit better. I
mostly waited until we got back to Grandma's house. Daddy and Uncle Jason
insisted on a pickup football game which was fun, and Bobby and Jay kept
tackling me even when I didn't have the ball.
     Another big Grandma special dinner, with a huge mound of fried chicken
dominating the table.  I was again sitting next to Grandma. "It's so nice
to see family eating my good food!" she beamed.
     "You're the best cook I know, Mom." Uncle Jason agreed.
     "You sure are." I chimed in. She did make some really good fried
chicken.
     "It's just so nice having family around my table." Grandma replied.
"So nice having family in the house!"
     I thought to myself, it's also nice having family in your bed! I could
hardly wait for tonight!

                             THE END
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