Date: Sun, 14 Jun 2020 04:41:47 -0400 From: Colin Costa Subject: True Family Values -- Chapter 4 The following is a work of fiction: Any resemblance to persons living or deceased is purely coincidental. It depicts sexual situations between minor males including incest and if reading such is illegal where you reside or you are not at least 18 years of age, please read at your own risk. This work is the property of the author Colin Costa and should not be reposted or reproduced without his permission. Any and all feedback is entirely welcomed and I'll do my best to respond to all. Send all emails to: cozycolincosta@gmail.com Remember Nifty needs your help to keep this site alive. Please consider donating today. This story does contain passages describing homosexual sex as well and incest. If this is not your cup of tea, please leave now. True Family Values By Colin Costa Chapter 4 The hot water streamed down my body, washing off whatever traces of chlorine still lingered from the pool. I've always liked hot showers, the water making my skin turn pink, almost like I've been spanked all over for being a bad boy... Wait, what was I thinking? I quickly shook the thought out of my head and resumed cleaning my body with an apple scented body wash. My loofa scrubbed over my smooth body, cleaning my most intimate places, scratching my small, pink nipples making me moan out loud. Damn it. I did it again. Ever since I left the pool, after skinny dipping in it, an hour ago I've been uncontrollably honry. Normally I would just quickly jerk off and call it a day but unfortunately for me every time I started to I would imagine my hot brother. Link stood over me in the pool, looking down, his ripped body puffed up and glissing from the sweat the sun caused. Smiling down at me like some sort of puppy. And now when I think of him I get a boner. I don't know why, maybe it's his huge frame or even his huge bulge that I never noticed until this afternoon. Something between us changed. Link saved me the night before from being stupid and i saw him in a new light. Sadly, that new light is making me fantasize about being on my knees in front of him while he face-fucks me. I chastised myself once again at this train of thought and put down the purple bath netting. I couldn't have these thoughts about my brother... he was my brother after all. It was wrong. But why couldn't I stop? Why today of all days to notice my brother is a walking sex god. I stepped into the spray of the hot water to rinse all of the body wash off of my lithe frame. I felt the water warm up my chest and crotch, my legs and face for me to turn around and feel it hit it from the back. The water cascades down my back, washing away all of the suds. "It kinda feels good." I mumbled out loud. I stepped forward just slightly in the tiled shower, the water now hitting my bubble butt. Oh fuck, I thought. My hole twitched as one of the narrow jets managed to snake through my round cheeks and hit my hole directly. I arched my back slightly letting the jet get a more direct shot, causing me to elicit a moan at the pleasure coming from the shower head. I plopped don on my knees quickly, my chest on the shower's floor. I didn't care anymore, this felt way too good. I grabbed my asscheeks and spread them so the torrent of water had a direct shot at my slutty hole. "F-fuck," I stuttered. The image of my brother came into my mind once again then. I saw him more clearly than ever as he stood over me, his huge cock throbbing above my face. "What do we have here?" He said with a smirk, his cock jumping up and down to tease me. "Please, Link." I stammered, desperate for his touch. He bent down closer to me, his dick inches from my face, his mouth basically in my ear. "You'll know what you have to say to get me to help you out, buddy." "Please, Link. I need your mouth on my hole. P-please, bro." I moaned out. "Good boy." I soon imagined the hot water was Link's tongue, licking my hole up and down and loosening me up. I imagined Link was going to town on my ass, sucking, licking, slurping, biting me sending me closer and closer to the edge as I started to jerk my cock faster and faster. "You're gonna cum just by my tongue, bro? Then imagine what my massive cock is going to feel like in you." And all in one moment I could practically feel the big, thick cock slapping on top of my back. A feeling so vivid that I started cum. Rope after rope of my water cum splashed down on the marble tile until I just collapsed down in exhaustion. Shame quickly flooded my head as I lamented that I just jerked off about my twin brother. A minute passed and I started to collect myself. I got off of the floor and stepped aside so that the shower could wash away my jizz and then the remnants left on my body. I grabbed the body wash once again and started to lather up my body to get clean again. "BRO!" Someone shouted as the bathroom door banged open, causing me to jump back in alarm. It took me a moment to realize this isn't just part two a sexual fantasy and instead my super hot brother was standing in the doorway. Sweat gathered in his brow as he loomed in the entryway of the bathroom. He wore one of those white tank tops that was basically two strings that turned into a band that covered just his midriff, leaving his huge chest and pointy nipples on display. I gulped as my eyes shifted lower to a tiny pair of black running shorts (more like booty shorts) barely covering his apple package. His dick print mashed against the polyester fabric. His big arms flexed in the air as he brought them to rest just behind his head, the rest of his body resting on the doorframe. His eyes, the same as mine stared right at me while a goofy grin spread on his face. "What's taking you so long? Are you jerking off?" Link teased from his position. It was at that moment that I realized he could see all of my naked form. Our shower was just one of those glass panes that left nothing to the imagination. "No, of course not," I lied, trying to cover myself up with my hands. "What are you doing here, get out!" "Dad wants us in the car in five minutes, you should get dressed quickly, bro." And with that Link bounded away with a light chuckle and a wink that made me blush. I quickly turn off the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. I rush out of the steamy bathroom and hurry to my room, tossing the now damp towel in my ever-growing pile of dirty clothes. As quickly as possible I throw on some shorts and a t-shirt, paired with some random designer fanny pack and matching shoes. For once I forget about my hair and the rest of appearance and just rush toward the front door where my brother and father are waiting. "Great, you're here. Let's get going." He announces quietly, not even making eye contact with me. The shiny black luxury car was already humming when we opened the front door, making it easy for us to pile in and start driving. Whenever we go anywhere as a family we always follow the unofficial seating chart. With my dad and my brother being the tall men that they are (6'6" and 6'4" respectfully) they need all the room they can get. That means i'm always stuck in the back seat, grumbling about it while staring out the window. My dad, Darrell, was driving with my brother sitting in the passenger seat. Dad was focusing intensely on the street ahead, his knuckles almost white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel. Every so often I could see a size glance up at the rearview mirror and meet my own, only for him to quickly start away and resume staring almost blankly at the road ahead. He changed out of his thin pajamas set from earlier this morning and switched into a tightly tailored suit of a pale tan color, a white dress shirt loosely buttoned revealing a patch of brown just hair underneath. My brother on the other hand was still in his athletic gear, like he just came from the gym. Unlike my father's stoic demeanor, link was his usual happy self, humming along to some random top 40 song. His hair tousled nonchalantly, perfect in the image of a meathead jock. They almost look like two sides to the same coin sitting up there. Our property was located about 35 minutes outside the closet big city, giving me enough time to listen to a couple of songs off of my iphone. But soon rather than later, the black car pulled up into a private parking garage. With little fanfare we all got out of the car and started to make our way to the shopping plaza. The center had a wide variety of luxury outlets from Calvin Kline, to Prada and Gucci. And as the clock trickled onward the amount of clothes we got increased. A new linen suit for my dad, tight fitting shirts for Link and even a couple of shorts that my brother insisted I buy (with my father's card, of course). Eventually our arms were stuffed with bags of new clothes but we still had one more stop left. Darrell, Link and I trudge to the designer bathing suit store for our last couple of items. The shopping day was fun, with me and Link getting along and making jokes about the random assortment of life in front of us. As we walked towards the shop I cracked a quip that made Link cackle out loud and pull me in tight for a "bro-hug" which made me blush profusely since I was pushed up against his firm, large frame. This, however, made my father turn around and scowl quickly seeing us in such a tight embrace. I don't know why but my father was in a huffy mood for most of the day. He spoke little to me throughout the shopping trip and when he did it was in clipped tones. The three of us walked into the luxury store and soon Link and I went our own way to look at stuff. There were long boardshorts, swimsuits, brief style ones, speedos, and even water resistant thongs that Link practically begged me to get. Soon all three of us meet back up again by the sleek, white dressing rooms with a handful of swimsuits for each of us to try. "How do I look?" Link said, being the first one to try on his items. My football jock of a brother exited the dressing room clad only in a baby blue speedo. Staring directly at me he lifted his arms above his head and flexed his massive arms with a wink causing me to blush once again and look away. But looking away from his face just made my eyes travel down his huge, swollen pecs and washboard abs to the speedo he was wearing. It looked like a good fit around his waist, not too tight for the hips but the thing that drew your eyes in was his massive bulge in front. Even without it being wet the piece of fabric was stretched so tightly around his package that you could clearly see the outline of his cock and balls. "It looks g-good." I stammered out which in turn made Link grin. "Thanks, bro! I'll get it." Link popped back into the dressing room to dress, leaving me and my dad alone. "So do you want to try on stuff first or should I?" Darrell said after a while, breaking the silence. "It's fine, you can go before me." My dad Soon entered an empty dressing room at the exact moment that link left hairs, fully dressed now. "I'm just going to pay for these and then head to the bathroom, you're cool little bro?" "Nah, yeah, I'll be fine here with dad." I replied. I paused for a moment wondering if I should bring up the next thought that came into my head. "Is it just me or has your dad been very... stiff today?" "No it's not just you, bro. It's like he has a stick up his ass. He's being no fun." Link said in agreement. "He's probably just stressed about work." I mused out loud, more to myself than for my brother in which he nodded in agreement before leaving for the cash register. "You know I heard that, right?" Darrell said, breaking the silence as he popped his head out of the dressing room, the curtain pulled close around him so that only his head was visible. His face was scruffy like he didn't shave for a couple of days which seemed to make him even more handsome. "Oh shit, sorry dad." I exclaimed, started by him. "It's alright, son. I have been acting like a stick was up my ass. There's just been ... a lot on my mind lately." His eyes looked away at that moment. "I just want to be a good dad. And I've been acting distant because of it." I could tell he wasn't saying all of the truth but I didn't feel like prying at that moment. "You're the best dad ever." I retorted. "No matter what you do you'll always be one in my book. I love you, dad." I could feel the icy wall between us melt at the moment, seeing his eyes crinkle and sparkle as his face broke out into a lopsided grin. "Now don't laugh when I come out, tell me what you honestly think?" Darrell, my 6'6 hunk of a father then walked out of the dressing room wearing only a dark brown bathing suit that ended a couple of inches longer than his groin. His mammoth, bodybuilder frame was completely on display making even my own cock stir. Great, I'm now having sexual fantasies about my brother AND my dad. What is wrong with me? "Yeah they look good, da..." I stopped mid sentence at what just happened, my father completely oblivious. My father's bulge was straining against the shorts, something dangerous. His huge python snaking away from his crotch to rest across his hip. All of this while he was still flaccid. But what really shocked me was that the head of his thick cock popped out of the bottom of the small swimming suit due to his moving around. I couldn't tear my eyes away from the large, circumcised cock head that hung out of the shorts, precum forming on its tip. "Son are you alright?" Darrell concernly asked. He walked up toward me but with each step more and more of that large cock fell out of the swimming attire. He had to be about 9 inches soft, how big did he get hard!? "Yeah, I'm fine." I said when I eventually became undickmatized. "But you should get those shorts. They look really good on you." "You think? Yeah I'll get them. Go try on your pair while I get out of these." I quickly hurried into my own dressing room, throwing my stuff down and taking a breather while facing the mirror. I can't believe I saw my own father's dick. And I found it hot. I pushed all of those thoughts out of my head and started examining my own pile. There were a couple of standard swimming shorts, the thong that Link picked out, and then a speedo of baby pink that I would die of embarrassment if anyone saw me in. I chose it as my first try. I don't know what was coming over me these days but I was kinda liking being reckless for once. I slipped my own shorts off and was bluntly reminded that I forgot to wear underwear today. Like I said: reckless. I took the fanny pack off as well as my shirt and then tried to bring the pink speedo up my legs. It was going well until the fabric hit my ass. I struggled to pull the swimwear over my own bubble butt but with a lot of force I managed to do it. I looked at my lithe frame in the floor to ceiling mirror that was fixated on the dressing room walls and admired what I saw. The speedo managed to accentuate my own package, propping it up a bit to make it look bigger and sat on my hips nicely, showing off my V and toned waist. I turned around and was shocked at how well the swimsuit hugged my ass, I made my twin globes shake and wobble inside the speedo that let a generous portion of my ass still on display. I was shocked at how hot it looked. And I was shocked that I actually decided to get this. I decided not to show my dad my almost lewd bathing suit and just simply get it but then I hit a snag. I couldn't get it off. I yanked and yanked on the piece of fabric but to no avail. It would slide off of my tight ass. "You're alright in there?" I heard after a while of struggling with the speedo. "I-It's embarrassing, dad." I whined out in shame. "But this swimsuit is stuck." My dad burst through the curtain at the moment to see me only dressed in the speedo that hugged every curve a bit too well. My dad lumbered over to me and suddenly pushed me toward the wall so I had to brace myself with my hand. I looked like a slut waiting to get fucked in this position. "Okay, Archie." he murmured into my ear as he leaned over me, his body pressing into mine. I gasped a little as I felt his firm bulge press into my covered ass. I also knew he was still in his bathing suit he tried on early as I could feel his cockhead rubbing against my leg. "I'm going to start yanking down on the shorts hard and fast to see if I can get them off of you. Just brace yourself. And true to his word, my dad quickly grabbed both sides of the bathing suit and started to tug down on it but it still wouldn't budge. He tried over and over again, not using too much force incase of ripping the piece of fabric. Because of all of this movement his cock started to emerge more and more out of the bottom of the pant leg from his swim shorts, swinging back and forth between my own legs, smacking me with it's impressive girth. This kept on going. I could feel my dad's dick start to get harder and spank the inside of my legs with a solid smack. Precum started to ooze off the cock and coat my legs because of it. But shamefully I admit I started to get hard too. Here was this gigant of a man trying his best to unclothe me, his club-like schlong wacking me, his panting hitting the back of my neck as I was bent over like whore. I couldn't help but get turned on. Even if it was my own father. "This isnt working," he said after a couple of minutes. Taking one of his hands that was one my hips he then placed it right in the center of the speedo, which also happened to be the place fro my raging hard on. "For bet support," he grunted. He then renewed his focus on pulling down my speedo with extra vigor, unaware that while he was pulling down on the front of the speedow he was basically jerking me off. And, damn it felt good. It was all getting too much. My hole began to flutter as my dad grinded into my pale bubble butt. My legs were practically getting spanked by my dad's dick, splattering precum all over the dressing room with each hit. And now I was leaking my own precum into the speedo from the handjob my dad was giving me. I was getting dangerously close to the edge? "Dad." I spoke feebly, trying to alert him of the pending orgasm I was gonna have. "We gotta stop this." I moaned out. "Why, son?" he whispered, trying to keep his voice down. "We can't have you wearing this swimsuit all over town. It's too tight, too revealing. It shows off that ass too much. If we don't get this off of you you're gonna look like a slut since there is no beach in sight. You don't want to look like a slut, right? A little whore? So let Daddy take care of this and get this speedo off of you." He murmured directly into my ear. I don't know what it was that set me off. Maybe the dirty talk or maybe one of the other factors came into play. But I went over the edge. Hard. I whimpered out nonsense as my orgasm rocked through my body. Rope after rope of cum was shot but since I was still in the speedo it just covered my own cock. The cum seeped out of the front of the swimsuit and covered my dad's right hand. "Did you cum?" Darrell inquired, his left hand now tugging at the back gently and slowly while I basked in my post-orgasm bliss. Some part of me registered that my dad just practically jerked me off but another thing dawned on me too. I have never came that hard in my life, my legs were still quaking. I knew it was wrong but in my lust filled haze all I wanted was for him to do it again. "Yeah, Daddy. I did." I mumbled. He sucked his breath in quickly. I have never called him daddy before, not even as a child, and I knew he liked it. Soon the effort to remove my speedo began again with more earnestness. bringing me closer to a second orgasm. "Uh, Archie?" Darrell said all of a sudden, his hands paused on the feverish action of trying to yank my shorts down. His gigantic cock stopped swinging and hitting my legs but rested against one of them, it's copious precum oozing down my inseam. "Yeah, dad?" I huffed out. My hands still were braced against the dressing room wall for balance while my legs were spread. Dad's hand still cummed my now cum soaked cock with the other resting on my hip. His own crotch rubbing hard against the cleft of my ass. "There's a clasp on the back of this speedo." "What?" I questioned in disbelief. "There's a clasp, son." And with one fluid motion Darrell unclipped the clasp that I thought was nearly a decorative piece. I thought the awkward, lust filled moment would then end but as luck would have it my speedo that I was now obligated to buy fell to the floor at the same time my dad's own precum soaked suit unhooked itself, causing my dad's mammoth cock to spring up and smack right against my smooth, quivering hole, flinging precum all over my smooth globes. My father's mini-apple size cock head rested against my back entrance as we both froze. As if I didn't have control over my own body, I arched my hips just a bit to push against his cock, making him stifle a moan and splurt out a volley of precum right into my winking hole. "Fuck, son. This ass" Darrell murmured as he then gripped my hips with both hands. Right when he was about to start to push against my tight opening... "Archie! Dad! Are you guys in there" Link said through the other side of the curtain. As if the spell had been broken from each of us we quickly scrambled to put on both of our clothes. Fuck, I don't know what just happened. My dad jerked me off and I liked it and I wanted more but my more logical side of my brain returned and I knew how fucked up this was. Dad was acting sheepish and ignoring my glances. I guess he got caught up in the moment too. We just fixed some tension between us but now a much different kind replaced it. God, my life is so messed up. I'm so messed up. "Yeah, son," my father said, emerging from the dressing room as if nothing had happened a moment earlier. "Just helping your brother pick which bathing suit to wear for our vacation. Come on, let's pay for these and go." We quickly paid for our stuff and left the store and headed back to our car. The car ride itself was quiet but a much better mood than the one to the shopping plaza earlier today. Link still hummed a song like he did earlier, oblivious to what had happened between me and our dad. I looked up into the rear view mirror to see the partial face of my dad looking at the road. But as if he could sense me his eyes made contact with mine through the mirror, followed by a quick wink which made me turn away and blush. The rest of the ride home was uneventful followed by each of us doing our separate packing. It was getting late and I was still struggling on what to choose for a week's worth of clothes when I heard a knock at my door. "I got you a present!" Link's muffled voice called from the other side of my door. I got off from my bed and made my way to the door and opened it to see a once again shirtless Link with a big grin "You didn't need to get me anything." I replied almost in a monotone. "Yeah but I wanted to, lil bro." He continued undeterred. "Plus, it's a gift for the world as well." I snatched the bag out of hand and tore apart the bad wrapping job to find the thin waterproof thong that Link wanted me to get at the swimming wear store. A lot of things were going through my head at that moment. I was still reeling from what happened between me and my dad earlier today, plus with my blossoming crush on my brother my head was a mess trying to sort out what to do with this gift so I just let instincts guide me. "You don't like it? Sorry, bro, I thought it would be fun.." I ignored all of the logical parts of my brain and reached up on my tippy-toes to kiss Link. Our lips pressed together firmly yet softly as I craned my neck higher to meet my brother's mouth. Fuck this is so wrong. I knew Link had a crush on me and this just felt so right as I melted into his arms. But then I realized he wasn't kissing me back. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You didn't want to. I should have asked. I just was caught up in the moment and I thought you had a crush on me." I started to stammer. Embarrassment flooded my body as i started to barate myself on how stupid i must have been to read the situation wrong. "Shut up" was all Link to my rambling. "What?" My voice was shaky while I stared up at my towering brother. "Shut up so you can kiss me again, bro." With that Link quickly closed the distance between us once again and picked me up into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist. And we kissed. Our lips met, and danced, and embraced as we made our for the rest of the night on my bed as my mind drifted away from the material world. I didn't even notice Link throwing the thong into my suitcase. ----------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you so much for reading this chapter! I hope to start working on the future installments soon. I first want to say I'm sorry this chapter is so delayed. This series is continuing to be ongoing. It has not stopped. Life just has a way of making you really busy for a stretch of time and unfortunately that takes precedence. I also can't promise a long stretch of time won't happen again and I thank you all for being understanding. Please reach out if you have any ideas, comments, questions, critiques or anything else. I would love to hear from you. My email is at the top of this document. I want to give a huge shout out to everyone who has helped me edit this ongoing story in the past as well as everyone who has told me that they liked the story. I'm really happy people are enjoying it. I didn't have enough time to get someone to edit this chapter so if it's more rough than usual I'm sorry for that. A couple people have emailed me about wanting to support my work more and to be honest I don't know how I would start with that. If people have any ideas for this (and mainly if people want to actually support me [no hard feelings if not, I haven't posted in over a month, I understand]) I would love to hear about them. I also will try to submit chapters regularly and relatively frequently in the future. If I stop, once again, it is simply because my life has gotten hectact for a moment but I'll return eventually.