Date: Mon, 16 Oct 2023 13:56:27 -0700 From: Da So Subject: Vegas Spa with Son: Back from Vegas Pt 15 This is a story about father-sons incest situations. This story is pure fantasy. This story is not meant to offend, if so, please move along. If you like my stories so far, feel free to reach out (dad.s.taboo@gmail.com) and let me know if I got you hard! Nifty needs donations to provide these wonderful stories -- please donate with this link https://donate.nifty.org/ A tongue is in my hole, and I immediately whip my head around to chastise one of my boys but instead get greeted with "Hey Big Bro, Surprise!" I am completely gob smacked and relieved I didn't shout out one of my boys' names. "Paul, what the fuck are you doing here?" Paul says, "I'm in town for a work conference, thought I would surprise all of you guys and how the fuck did you not know it was immediately me, you just have guys shoving their tongues in your hole?" "No, you fucking prick, you just scared the shit out of me", I reply. Paul just smiles and says, "Oh I didn't taste any shit, bro." "Are you fucking serious right now, my wife and kids are here", I reply. Paul just starts laughing. So, a bit about Paul. Paul is my older brother by 3 years. He has been married to his wife, Stephanie, a bit longer than I have been married. He has 2 kids, Tony -- 23 and Jackie -- 21. Paul used to be a lot slimmer, but age caught up a bit (as it does to all of us) and is now starting to turn into a bear -- hairy, beer belly but honestly will always be my hot big brother, no matter what he looks like. Honestly though, I think he looks the hottest now than when we were younger. Paul lives like 300 miles away from me, but it is only like a 45 minute flight. Even with the shortness of the flight, we see each other maybe 2-3 times a year. Usually we see each other for holidays, family events, etc. Very few and far between for surprise visits. We have a great relationship and usually speak a lot for brothers, but months can go by, and it doesn't matter and we just catch up like we spoke the day before. Growing up, Paul and I have always shared a room. We lived in a 3-bedroom apartment with my parents and our sister sleeping in the other bedrooms. Paul and I usually weren't in the room together a lot except for sleeping. Given the 3-year age difference, we kinda had different things going on in our lives. Once I was in my senior year of high school, Paul started working in an Italian restaurant and bar. At this point, I was just starting to get my gay sea legs and have been cruising in department store bathrooms. I also had a serious girlfriend at the time that I was planning on breaking off once I got to college. My brother, Paul, was literally a pussy magnet. He fucked everything that walked, cheated on every girlfriend. Paul's hours changed at the Italian restaurant, and he moved to nights, so he would roll in between like 1-2a. I always had a thing for Paul, he was tall and thin and then that one random day happened, where my asshole brother got pissed at me for stealing 20 bucks from his tip stash and he knocked me to the floor, knelt on my arms and unleashed his massive dick out of his pants and smacked it on my face like 5 times. I knocked him off me, wrestled away and ran to my parents thinking he was going to kick the shit out of me. My parents diffused the situation, I returned the 20 and luckily that was the end. Unfortunately, that wasn't the end of my lust for Paul. That made it 1000x worse, like what the fuck is between his legs? How is that even possible? I was on the cusp of going to college and thought I would have Paul, "catch" me jerking off when he got home from work. I can see him from the bedroom window walking into the apartment building so I would start jerking off, knowing that he would be walking into our room within minutes. He would walk into the room and just say, "Seriously bro, you're jerking off again? You're so fucking pathetic." I tried this like 10 more times, and it was always the same result. I eventually give up and then suddenly, I'm in college. I hook up a shit ton more in college with girls and then on the DL cruise the college bathrooms for cock. I come home on the next holiday break and it's back to me staying in my old room. Paul is still working as a waiter until 2ish in the morning. I don't even know he's back the first night, just enjoying being back in my old bed I guess, I passed the fuck out. The second night I'm home, I was told that Paul was working then heading out with the waitstaff so will be home late. My family and I have a boozy dinner that night and I head to bed. Around 2:30a, Paul stumbles into the room and wakes me up with how much noise he is making. The stench of booze just fills the room, I hear him getting undressed and then he says, "Seriously, tonight is the night that you aren't jerking off?" I reply with, "Bro, I was passed the fuck out before you came home, why the fuck are you so loud and no I wasn't jerking off, asshole and that was forever ago." Paul says, "I was literally a moment away from banging one of the waitresses today from work, we went to drinks with the staff after closing, we end up in the bathroom, she starts blowing me and sucking on my balls and then my fucking boss walks in talking on her phone and this bitch freaks the fuck out and closes her shop down." I naively say, "Should you be hooking up with people that you work with?" Paul turns to me, laughs, and says, "Dude, c'mon, I have literally fucked almost every chick I worked with, you'll understand, I guess, some day." So, I somehow mustered up the courage to say, "So why did you want me jerking off tonight when you got home?" Paul gives me a double take and says, "I don't fucking know bro, I'm just horny and I guess I am sick of jerking off by myself when I strike out at night? You haven't beaten off before with one of your buddies before, c'mon? I'm taken aback by his question and fumble a bit with my reply of, "Oh, um, sure, I guess, but this is kinda different." Paul with a smirk says, "Different how? A dick is a dick. We both have seen each other naked before, how did college make you more uptight?" I say defensively, "College didn't make me more uptight fucker." Paul says, "Ok, then beat off with your big brother, I'm going to anyway, whether you do it or not. You don't live here anymore so no need for me to change any of the shit I do in this room. Let me lock the door first though and I will put on one of my favorite porns." To be continued........