In the September we started agricultural college, where we soon made friends with a couple of other students. Sat in the canteen at lunchtime, sex was always part of the conversation, with the other two telling of their female conquests, (which we doubted). Seeing nothing wrong with what we got up to, we told the lads that we fucked one another. "That's disgusting", one of them said, "I wouldn't want a cock going in my ass". The other guy agreed, calling us perverts. I told them not to knock it if they haven't tried it. I may come back to them later.
Back home, we thought it only sensible to come clean with our parents, at 18 they couldn't stop us. Sat at the diner table, I began to explain how one thing had led to another, and that we now made love together, (it sounded better than 'fuck'). Neither were surprised in the least. "I used to shag my brother, your uncle, before I married. I still do occasionally. Mum knows, and we still have sex together." 'Too much information', I thought. That night we could fuck, safe in the knowledge that our parents didn't care.
We began to think about dad and uncle fucking. Maybe, just maybe... they are a lot older, but that wouldn't matter. Rob caught dad when he went for his morning piss. Mum had gone out, and dad's bedroom door was ajar. Dad was masturbating. Slowly, he entered the room. By the time dad saw him it was too late to cover himself up. "Nice cock, can I suck it?" Dad rolled the duvet back, he had gone soft, but that didn't deter Rob. He climbed on the bed between dad's legs and took dad's dick into his mouth. I came to watch, wondering where Rob had got to. My eyes were agog, Rob giving head and tossing. The sight of Rob's ass in the air was enough. I rimmed him and penetrated, while he was still giving dad head. Dad had closed his eyes so hadn't seen me. He opened them when he felt the bed shaking, "Bloody hell, you little fuckers." It was too late to stop. Dad orgasmed and they managed to kiss, Rob dropping cum into dad's mouth. We carried on until I had bred my brother, and he had put his seed over the duvet. We now had dad under our control. By threatening to tell mum, we could fuck him whenever she went out. The next time mum went out, things became even better. We went into dad's bedroom together. He was still sleeping until I kissed him awake. Rob gave him a blow job, while dad and I snogged. "You little bastards, I've a mind to fuck both of you." "Be our guests", I replied. Rob fetched the shower gel. We lubed ourselves and got on all fours beside each other. Dad didn't bother lubing us anymore, he spat on our cracks and put saliva on his rod. Going from one to the other enabled him to fuck us for nearly an hour. We had both cum twice before he bred the pair of us.
Back at college, we told our mates how we had now had sex with our dad. "You dirty bastards", one of them said, the other was shuffling in his seat, clearly turned on. I challenged him, You may not like the idea of a dick in your ass, but I bet you wouldn't say no to a blow job. They both looked up. Rob and I took one each to the toilets, locked ourselves in the two end cubicles. We sat on the toilet, they pulled their jeans and underwear down, and we gave them head, simple as...They didn't take long, and we were soon back in the canteen, Rob and I grinning like Cheshire cats. "You certainly know how to give head", they both conceded. We were to suck them off on many occasions, we even got to kiss them, with them insisting that they were not gay, they just loved blow jobs, something at which Rob and I excelled.
We now had sex regularly with our dad, and we had bought proper lube. Mum had found out about it and didn't give a shit, even encouraged it now that the menopause had set in. Sometimes she would watch, preferring it when we fucked dad. It was her who suggested we service our uncle. They invited him over for the weekend, having already told him what would likely happen. We liked uncle Alex, two years dad's junior, he was hot as hell, tall, black hair, and broad shouldered, and muscular from a lifetime of manual work. He arrived Friday evening and was given the spare bedroom, next to ours. The first night saw dad sleeping, and having sex with his brother, 'just for old times sake'. Saturday morning, it was our turn. After breakfast, we cleaned ourselves and we went to bed with him. I say 'we', I watched him fuck Rob on repeat. He had me on the living room carpet in the evening, with the rest of the family watching. Sunday morning, he and dad took it in turns to fuck the pair of us, swapping between us, while mum took family photos. Sunday afternoon we got our own back, I shagged Alex and Rob had dad. All in all a brilliant, hedonistic weekend, and one that is bound to be repeated.
Back at college, we finally convinced our mates to have sex with us, so long as it was them who topped. Back to the toilets, and in the end cubicles again, we undressed from the waist down, Rob and I gave them blow jobs, then leaned over the cisterns, and they fucked us from behind. They both agreed it was better than a pussy. Unlikely, but maybe they would like to fuck our dad.
College holidays would find us spending some time with uncle Alex, helping him with DIY, but mainly there for the sex, which was night and day, Occasionally, a friend of his would join us for a foursome. Most of the time we bottomed, happy to have cum in us.
Dad also got a work mate to join in the fun. Weekends at home was one long round of being fucked, or doing the fucking.
