Seduced by my own Twin Bro

Introduction:
The twin brothers, Owen and Eric Smith, grew up together. One day, Eric seduced Owen into a bit of bro fun. But the twins got a taste for more. They got caught having loud sex by their stepdad and stepbrother. But he seemed totally okay with it, unlike their mother.

Disclaimer:
This story is strictly fictional and contains male-on-male (gay) sexual content, both implied and explicit. 

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All character names, implied situations, parties, or locations are strictly fictional. Any similarities with real people are unintentional and purely coincidental. This fictional story is the author's imagination and is not based on real-life events or people. The author does not endorse any products or parties named in this story.

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Seduced by my own Twin Bro - Part 1 of 2.

Hey, do I have a story to tell you! It's about how my brother and I discovered the joys of sex. As young as we were, we both had a few girlfriends before. But our first time together was pure magic. It was meant to be. And Owen and I did not have any regrets about it, either. My name is Eric, by the way. And this happened when we neared our sixteenth birthday. Owen is my identical twin brother. When I say identical, I do mean similar to the last freckle. 

Two good-looking, popular young men. Loved by everyone at school and our family. Well, nearly everyone. Our father had divorced mom. And honestly, I could not really blame him. Carol-Sue Harper is an overbearing person with a negative opinion about anything and everything. Owen and I could never escape her x-ray eyes and scowling looks. 

The three of us moved in with Jackson Smith, our new father, and his two older kids from a previous marriage. When we moved homes, mom tried to separate us. Trying to put us in individual rooms. To prevent us from having foolish thoughts, as our mother called it. My brother and I knew what she meant, though. Right before the divorce, mom had caught me teaching my twin how to tongue kiss. 

Jackson Smith would hear nothing of it, though. He had put us up in one of his bigger bedrooms. The man was loaded. He could afford to buy our affection. Not that he needed to, we liked Jackson from the moment mom brought him over. The man's home, with its swimming pool and four-bay-garage, showed he had done well for himself.
Owen and I have comfortable queen-sized beds and two large desks with all kinds of computer gaming gear. Our room had its own on-suite and a walk-in closet.

Owen and I had - up to the move - been identical to the point even our parents confused us sometimes. But we dealt with the divorce in our own way. Owen got a different haircut than me. Shorter and with a few bleached locks. The look made Owen a little sexier, I thought. He even started wearing other clothes. Spurred on by the much more butch look of our new stepbrother. The then-18-year-old Alex Smith was a muscle jock. Wearing sexy black pants and white shirts. And he had half a dozen leather jackets. From varsity style to biker. And from trucker to trenchcoat. But all in black leather. It suited his personality. Clean and hip but a little butch.

Jackson happily paid for that transformation of Owen. But I could not get myself to follow suit. In fact, I missed my biological father and fell into a deep black hole after the divorce. I turned myself into an emo. Wearing black all the time. I even put on eyeliner and mascara and painted my fingernails black. This self-imposed depression lasted until the summer before Owen and I turned sixteen. Before we discovered that we were more similar than we could have imagined.

We had the massive house to ourselves since Alex and his older sis Julia were still away at college. Our parents worked long hours, and we enjoyed our school-free days at home alone. I lay on my bed. Dressed in a thin cotton jogger and a black muscle shirt.
Owen and I had learned to enjoy the private gym in the two years we lived at the Smith residence. Alex and Jackson had built it in one of the garage bays. Tuning our lean bodies in somewhat like muscle jocks. Owen and I had sexy pecs and well-divined abs. And the large pool found its way into our after-school routine too.
I was glad Owen forced me to join him in that home gym. We used to do everything together. Playing to each other's strengths. But Owen understood I needed to work through these rough times myself. So he gave me plenty of space to do so.

I lay sulking on my bed in the middle of the day. Watching some old Die-Hard movie on my laptop. Enjoying the AC in our room. Owen greeted me as he walked into our bedroom. But to my surprise, he did not sit at his desk or lie on his bed. Owen adjusted the package in his denim cutoffs and lay next to me. Owen stuffed his arm behind my neck. Giving me a meaningful embrace. He watched the movie with me for a while.

Owen asked, "Hey bro... How are you doing?..."
"Doing fine... just fine..." But I sensed Owen was finally going to confide in me. Just before the holiday started, I caught my twin getting a blowjob in the school locker rooms. That was nothing remarkable in and of itself. We both had made out with a few girls. Heck, the first girl we screwed around with, we did together. The fact of the matter was that Owen got blown by the school's biggest badass bully. 

Owen visibly enjoyed the sex with Billy Meijers. Actually, face fucking the rough bastard like a bitch. And if I am honest, I watched them for a little too long. It got me all hot and bothered as well. Over the last couple of days - and nights - I could not get the image out of my mind. I was just glad the two did not catch me peeping at the hot scene in the locker room. But it did make me wonder if sex with a guy was any different than with a woman.

"Want to go for a swim, Eric?..." asked Owen when the movie ended. "Take a shower... Remove that stupid black gunk from your face... And join me... You've had enough time sulking... I miss the old Eric!..." sighed Owen honestly.
"Did mom put you up to this?..." I asked, a little hurt.
"Nope... I talked with Dad, though..." said Owen honestly.
"Jackson is not your dad!... You milked him well, though... Letting him buy his way to your heart..." I said pretty harshly.

"Yeah... We both wondered why you did not do that, Eric... Jackson would happily buy you anything... He can afford it..."
"Ha... Kapitalist!... I know he would... But I figured I'll let him buy me a car next year when I go for my driver's license..."
"Fuck... I had not thought of that!..." grinned Owen.
I don't know what made me do it. I guess it was Owen's warm smile. But I leaned over and kissed my brother on his mouth. And not just a tiny peck on the lips, either. I actually started to kiss him. Parting my lips as I felt Owen's tongue join the party.

"Shit... That brought back some happy memories, bro... Do you remember?... We used to kiss like that every night before bed..." panted Owen as we lay staring at the ceiling ten minutes later.
"Yeah... Good thing mom isn't home, though..." I said with a slight worry.
"Right!... But it feels nice... You're still the best kisser I know, bro... And that's saying something..." grinned Owen. "How about that swim?... Clean up and join me for a skinny dip?..."

"But what about misses - Holier than Thou - next door neighbor, Owen?... If she catches us, mom is going to have kittens..." I said with wide eyes.
"Fuck her... And fuck mom too... I am done hiding!... I want a nude swim with my brother... I am not going to nail your ass to her fence... What about it, Eric?..."
"Okay... Let me clean my face, and I'll join you... But take the bathrobe with you... No need to get a call from the moral police..." To hear Owen openly speak about sex was new to me. And what did he mean: "I am done hiding..." Was Owen giving me a hint? Was he turning gay? 

I was also wondering that about myself, to be honest. And the fact that I caught Owen having sex with the bully Billy Meijers at school did not help the matter.
My wet dreams had subtly changed over the last half a year. More and more, the theme was a three-way with Owen and another guy. I got hard and leaky before, dreaming about girls with big knockers. Somehow girls did not attract me as much anymore. But other than sneakily watching Owen stroke one out at night was the closest we ever came.

Owen was smoking a spliff, lying on one of the sunbeds beside the pool. I grinned at my brother and took a few drags from it as well. Billowing clouds of smoke over Owen's hot and sexy body. Pissing off my brother a little. We started to wrestle a bit. Losing our shorts in the process. I pushed Owen into the pool, where we splashed about naked, making a racket. I pressed Owen underwater. Keeping him pinned down for a while. Owen pushed his feet to the pool's floor and thrust himself up. But instead of going up and away from me, he pressed his face smack-bang into my naked crotch. His lips and cheek moved from my balls all the way to my belly button. Trapping my stiffening shaft between my stomach and his face. 

It was clear this was not intentional. It lasted only a couple of seconds. But that was enough to get me hard. Red-faced, Owen glowered at me for a moment as he swam back to the pool's edge. Lifting himself out of the pool. It was the first time in nearly 15 years of sharing everything that I looked my twin straight into his hairless asshole. His big nuts - dripping wet with water - were on full display, and his manhood was as hard as mine. Owen's cockhead got caught on the pool's edge. It audibly smacked against his stomach as he lifted himself out of the pool. I trod water for a moment. Hoping my hard-on would subside a bit. But nothing doing. I swam a few laps around the pool as Owen toweled himself dry.

Owen lay on the sunbed. Still red-faced, pitching a tent under the towel that covered his modesty. I got out of the pool as well. Still more than half-mast hard. Laying on one of the other sunbeds. Ignoring the uncomfortable silence from my brother, I asked, "Hey, Owen?... Can I borrow your leather jacket sometimes?... I like the look... Makes you look sexy and tough..."
"Will you put a towel over that thing?... I can't look at you with a boner like that!..." blurted out Owen. "What if she from next door sees you?..."
"Hahaha... No 'if' about it... She has been watching us ever since you got out of the pool with that hard-on of yours..." I laughed scathingly as I started to stroke one out.
"What the Fuck?... Really?..." cursed Owen in horror.

"Sure... Look..." I answered, pointing to the garden fence. "Hey, misses McDowell... Nice hot weather, ain't it?... Don't fall off the stepstool!... " I called and waved sarcastically to the woman from next door. Misses McDowell must have been standing on a small step ladder to peer over at the noisy neighbor kids. Since she is several feet shorter than the high fence. She promptly fell over backward in shock from getting caught peeping.
"Are you okay, McDowell?... should we call 911?... Ha... For peeping..." called Owen to her in jest. 

Owen had removed his towel and joined me in stroking our dicks and playing with our balls. Even at the age of 15, we were well-hung. But I noticed that Owen had started shaving his plums and pubes. I had not, so I asked quietly, "Owen?... What do you use to get those nuts so smooth?..."
"Will you stop looking at me!... Geeze Eric... It's one thing that McDowell wants to look at my cock... Are you homo or something?..." blurted out Owen.

"Don't get your panties in a twist Owen!... I've seen you stroke one out often enough..." I said. Thinking I would finish him off by saying I saw him having sex with Billy Meijers in the school lockers. But I could not bring myself to do it. I loved my twin brother. Confronting him like that might hurt our relationship. So I calmly said, "Anyway... I was just asking how to shave my balls like that..." But more than a nasty; "Humpfff..." I did not get out of him. Owen got up. He put on a bathrobe and went back into the house. Feeling a little baffled by his reaction, I slipped on a pair of jogging shorts and kept tanning myself by the pool.

It was two days later. Owen and I had not talked much. We came to a wordless understanding that we would not discuss what happened at the poolside. But it was apparent that Owen had much more trouble with the whole situation than I had. Whatever way I looked at it, I saw no harm in what I did or said. So I could not understand why my brother would have issues with it.
The heat wave had continued, and I sat with my back against the couch on the cold tiled floor in the living room. Watching the large screen TV by myself.

When I saw Owen stroll in from the corner of my eye, I knew something was up.
"Hey, stud... What ar ya watching?..." asked Owen in what he must have thought was a casual kind of voice. But he had a barely audible tremble in the way he spoke. And whatever nickname we had given each other over the years, 'Stud' was definitely not on that list either.
"Nothing particular... Just killing some time, Owen..." I said calmly without looking at my brother.

Owen said nothing for a few moments. He stood half to my side, facing away from the TV. He just grinned down at me with a dirty smirk. Then - a split second before Owen continued - I said, "What's up?... You've been acting weird the last couple of days..." Owen had to switch gears to answer me.
"Ah, Ummm, well... I've got something to tell you, Eric..." said Owen, visibly losing his confidence.
"If this is about you and badass bully Billy Meijers then I already know..." I said. Still not looking up at my brother. I asked, "How was it?... Was that your first time with a guy?..."

Bewildered, Owen wobbled on his knees for a moment before regaining his butch composure. "Huh?... You know about that?... But how?..."
"Watched you two in the school locker room... It looked like fun..." I said as if I was casually commenting on the weather.
Owen gulped away his surprise and said, "Bill ain't so bad... People have the wrong impression of him... And... Well, Eric... His ass isn't as bad, either... In fact... Bro... That's what I wanted to talk to you about..."
Now it was my time to look up stunned, "You had his ass too?... Fuck, really?..."

My twin bro did not answer right away. He beamed softly down at me as he pulled his cock free from his jogging shorts and jockstrap. Hooking the elastic under his balls. Owen took half a step forward and pointed the tip of his dick straight toward my face. "Go on, take it... I know you want to, Eric... Suck me, bro... I am so fucking horny... Give the head a little kiss... Go on... I dare you... blow me, stud..."
My lips were positioned at the right height. But I did not dare make a move. Mom had just popped out for a coffee with McDowell from next door. I expected her to come back at any moment.

But I gave in to Owen's words and my own lust. He did have a very nice dick. Long and a bit veiny with a nice pointy cockhead. The hairless plump balls and shaft were a bit browner than the rest of his tanned skin.
What am I saying? As Owen's identical twin, I could have been describing my own tackle.
Owen held his rod tight around the base. Squeezing a little, he produced a bit of precum. 

A thick drip formed, and I could not stop myself. I needed to taste it. I wanted to feel that horny cockhead in my mouth. So I leaned in and opened wide. My tongue stroked over the head. It licked the precum off, and I tasted my brother's salty, manly juice. "Not half bad..." I thought to myself as I looked up at Owen. I said, "Owen... I want to... But if mom... Let's save this for tonight... Fuck, I really want to know what it's like... And not just sucking it, either... I haven't been laid in a while... If I do this... And I do mean IF I DO... Then let's do this properly..." I said before I sucked my brother off quickly.

"Hmmm... Don't stop... Damn... That's so nice, Eric..." Owen moaned hotly. But the hot exercise was short-lived. The kitchen door opened, and Owen yanked his hot prick out of my mouth. Before mom walked in on us, Owen had pulled up his joggers and said to me, "Okay... Tonight then..."
"Hi..." said mom suspiciously. "What are you guys doing tonight?..."
"Nothing... Owen wanted to work out in dad's gym... But I  wanted to watch some TV first..." our mother wasn't convinced by my spontaneous explanation, so I added, "I said to him that it's too hot in the garage now... Best wait until later in the evening..." I lied coldly to her. 

Mom squinted her eyes and said, "Misses McDowell said she caught you two having sex in the backyard... Is that true?..."
"Ha... We caught McDowell peeping over the fence... We nearly called 911 on her... When we saw her, she toppled backward off the step ladder she used to peep at us sunbathing... Is she okay, by the way?..." said Owen in mock concern.
I added, "That woman has some nerve!... We were just sunbathing nude... Is that against the law now?... She would not have seen us if she wasn't standing on that step stool... Spying on young boys... I ask you!... Disgusting!..."
"Oh... Sorry... No... It's not... But... But..." stuttered our mother. She left the living with a red blush on her face.

I grinned at Owen, and he beamed back at me. He sat behind me on the couch. Swinging one leg over my head. Placing a foot on either side of me. I bent my head and kissed the inside of one of his knees. Owen rubbed a hand lovingly through my hair. When I grabbed his wrist, I pulled his hand to my lips. I opened my lips and sucked hard on one finger. I added a second and a third. Showing Owen what he had to look forward to.
Owen wanted more than a kissing session. He now knew I had caught him having sex with a guy and that I was okay with it. But my heart was still racing a million miles an hour. And the look Owen gave me told me he was surprised I gave in to his seduction this easily.

After dinner that evening, I sat outside for a long time. When Owen approached me with a knowing glint in his eyes, I brushed him off. Telling him, "I can't, Owen..." I quietly whispered, "Not when mom and dad are at home..." My brother looked visibly annoyed and relieved at the same time. "I want to go for a bike ride instead... Care to join me, bro?..." I said loud enough so our parents could hear us. Whispering to Owen, "We need to talk about this first... This is so weird..."

We went to our room to put on our jeans, short-sleeved hoodie t-shirts, and baseball caps. Owen grabbed his sunglasses and walked over to me. He twisted my cap back to front. Placing his sunglasses on me. Whispering as he pressed me up against the door, "Oh... that does look nice... Here put on my leather jacket too... I want to see you in it, bro..." Owen handed me his black leather vintage jacket and helpt me put it on. Flicking the hood of my gray hoodie over the back of it. We watched our look in the mirror on our bedroom door. Owen whispered in my ear: "Do I need to bring condoms and lube... Or?..."
As I groped behind me, I said, "We need to talk about this first, Owen... I want you to tell me what it is like..."
"Careful with the goods, bro... You don't want to bruise those plums..." grinned Owen lustfully in my ear. "But we can talk here... Can't we?... Then try it if you want..."

"I don't want a repeat of mom catching us again... She nearly caught us this afternoon... And if we go for a short ride... We can have a long talk... And afterward... If there is an after... Then and maybe only if... Well... We will see what happens... I am too nervous right now anyway..."
"Ha..." laughed Owen. "Blast off in ten... 10, 9, 8... Damn, there she blows already... Oh well..."
"Bastard..." I grinned back at him. "...This jacket feels nice..." I said as I turned to face my brother.
"Keep it!... Jackson bought two for us..." said Owen as he grabbed the collar of the leather jacket and gave me a warm smooch on the lips.

Like the giddy teens we were back then, we raced to my favorite secluded hangout spot. An abandoned factory on the outskirts of town. Owen followed me reluctantly inside. I saw his eyes light up. This vacant plant was the perfect cruising spot. And judging by the empty beer cans and filled rubbers, it was actually being used as such. I stopped my brother. Pressing him up to a concrete column in the middle of the hall. I told him harshly, "I have not taken you here to have sex... We got perfectly good beds at home... We best use mine as it does not squeak like yours, Owen... No... I want to have a talk with you... I want to hear about your experiences first..."

"Well, what's there to tell, Eric?..." stammered Owen.
"Tell me about you and that badass bully Billy Meijers... Tell me about your experience with guys... I've been having these weird dreams... And I think... I think... I may like-..." but I could not go on. I had a small tear run down my cheek.
"Ah... let's go sit down somewhere, Eric... I know what you're saying... I had been feeling the same way... I would have tried stuff with you... But for the last couple of years, you ignored me... I love you, bro..."

Owen sat in a large window opening. His back pressed firmly against the wall. One of his legs casually dangling over the edge. I sat down across from him, staring at my twin brother. Feeling apprehensive and excited at the same time.
Owen said, "Bill and I had an argument... About something stupid... Ha... A girl, actually... But it turned out Bill became this defensive because he was unsure if he was gay or not... So I offered him to try stuff out... I forced him to his knees... Rather than fight me, he opened my jeans and sucked the juice out of my balls... But not before I made him my bitch... I actually skull fucked him... I came deep into his throat... When-..." But Owen stopped talking for a moment. 

He looked at me and continued, "Well, I wasn't done... He saw I was still hard... He got up, placed his hands on the urinal, and asked me to fuck him... I pulled down his baggy cargo shorts and stuffed his head in the urinal... I used my precum as lube, and I fucked his brains out... three-times... I tell you... Three times in a row... It was... It was... Fuck, Eric... I got a lot to learn!... It wasn't all that nice... It was rough... but not nice... And when I saw you walk away... Well, I knew I wanted to try sex with you, Eric... All the time I fucked Bill, I thought of you... Is that bad, Eric?..."

Owen and I watched each other for a long time. Occasionally looking outside to see if we were still alone. Owen asked, "What about you?... What were your dreams about, Eric?..."
"Those wet dreams were about sex with guys... I never had those before... But... But..." I took a deep breath and sighed, "I think it might be fun... But not as rough as you described it... Was Billy your first guy, Owen?..."
"Yes and no..." sighed Owen.
"What do you mean, bro... Was he or wasn't he?..." I asked curiously.

"I had a jack-off session with the swim team... I've told you my dick is bigger than the rest... So they picked me to initiate the new guy... He was too tight for me... I made him bleed..."
"Oh fuck!..." I said worriedly.
"You can say that again... I made him suck me off instead... I never had better... No girl could tip on his technique..." grinned Owen dirty.
"Eric?... Have you had a guy suck you, bro?..." Owen asked shyly.

"Yes, actually, I sucked and had a few guys blow me... It was different than with the few girls... A bit rougher... More direct... As if they knew what was going to happen before it did... I would say... It was more... More... Uhmmm... More..."

"... Natural..." Owen and I said in unison.

We rolled laughingly off the window ledge and fell into each other's arms.
"Owen?..." I said hotly. "I would love you to seduce me some time... When mom and dad are away... I probably won't say no then, bro... I'd love to try it... As long as you don't hurt me or make me bleed... that sounded horrible..."
"It was a bit... But I found out I just had to use some lube first... I talked to Alex about it... He bought me lube and condoms... and took me to a sex store... In the back, they had an arcade... You can watch porn there... In the cubical walls are glory holes... You can suck dick in there too... Eric... I sucked Alex off there... He is gay!..." said Owen.

Eyes wide in surprise, I said, "Really?... You're kidding!... He's never..."
"He told me so, Eric!... And... and-..." stuttered my twin openly.
"Alex is good at hiding it, then... He acts so straight at home..." I said in amazement.
"There is something else... Dad... I mean, Jackson's twin brother, Uncle John, is gay too... Jackson told me a story about him and John growing up... They fooled around too... They sometimes still do..."

This information was a lot to take in. I was stunned into silence. After half an hour, Owen suggested we cycle home and sleep on things for a while.
When we parked our mountain bikes in the garage, I gestured to Owen, pointing to the gym. "We told mom we would work out... Do you think we should?... You know how suspicious she gets..."

Owen had already dropped his jacket over Jackson's motorcycle handlebars and stripped out his hoodie, "Hey, Eric... Spot me... I want to do some bench presses..." I stripped off too and stood behind Owen. "Damn... That is a nice view from down here, bro..." said Owen seductively.
"Keep your mind on your posture, bro... Not on my posterior..." we laughed as mom checked up on her boys.

"Don't make it too late, kids... And take a shower together before you go to bed!... No games or music either... I have to take a few pain and sleeping pills... I got a migraine..." said our mother.
"Okay, mom... Feel better soon..." I said as mom left.
"Poor Jackson... He won't be getting any tonight..." Joked Owen dirty.
"I heard that, Owen!... There is nothing wrong with my ears!... Shame on you, Owen!..." called mom angrily from the breezeway between the house and the garage block.

After we finished our workout, I wanted to jump in the shower first. But Owen beat me to it. In fact, the dude grabbed my arm and virtually dragged me in with him. Normally, Owen would wear a beach towel around his waist. Not this time, though. I was slightly reluctant to follow my twin into the shower. We had never showered together before.
Owen put me in a headlock and spanked my naked ass. Muttering, "Dude, you've heard what mom said... We need to take a shower together before we go to bed together!..."
I burst out laughing and gave in, "Ha... Nearly right... But yeah... Why the heck not?... She did say we needed to take a shower together... Didn't she?... Only following orders... Ha ha ha..."

We giggled and laughed a lot while removing that day's grime and sweat. It was refreshing to hang out with Owen again. He must have thought so as well because we were more than a little aroused by the whole situation. 

When we walked naked back into our bedroom, we noticed Jackson Smith making our beds.
"Hey guys... had fun?..." he asked sneakily, watching our 15-year-old boners sway lustfully around. I had never felt this caught or embarrassed in my entire life. I wanted to become invisible, sink into the ground, and die.
"Sir... I... I... Am... Oh... Shit... Sorry..." stammered a ghostly white Owen beside me.

"Kids... Sit down... You're not in any trouble whatsoever... Carol-Sue doesn't even need to know about this... But I think it's time we had a man-to-man talk..." said our stepdad with a knowing and very understanding expression on his face. SO Owen and I shoveled nakedly over to Owen's bed. We tried to cover our modesty but failed since we were still rockhard. Jackson Smith did not seem to mind, though. Jackson Smith, our stepdad, sat on my bed facing his naked stepsons.

He took a steadying breath and started, "Kids... Nope... that's wrong... Let me start over..." said Jackson to his adopted young sons.
"Guys... It's okay... Really it is... When I was your age, I experimented too... In fact, that was the best time of my life... So I don't want you to stop... Uncle John and I took it a few steps beyond... We actually made love together... Anyway... I don't want to embarrass you guys too much longer... But if you feel the need to try stuff out with each other... Then go for it... Make sure you are both on the same page, though... I mean, it has to be fun... If you want to take a girl home... Tell me about it... I can make the bed in the spare room... I know you had sex education at school... So be smart... Use a condom and lube... But stop making such a racket... You nearly woke your mom up!..." said Jackson warningly. "Oh... and if you need a more detailed chat about sex... Feel free to talk to me..." Jackson was nearly at the bedroom door when he turned to me and said, "Glad to see you decided to wear the jacket I bought you and Owen, Eric... If you want anything else, come see me, son..."

I jumped up from the bed and flung my naked ass around Jackson's shoulders. I kissed my stepfather. And whispered, "Dad... I think I like boys more than I do girls... Is that okay?..."
Jackson smiled. He put an arm around my back. His other hand wandered to my prick, and he took it in a firm grip. "That's the last thing you need to ask me, Eric... But thanks for finally calling me Dad... I like that son..." Jackson winked at me. "Eric, I don't mind where you stick that huge thing... For all I care, you fuck Owen's brains out... Just keep it quiet... Carol-Sue isn't as forgiving yet... But I am working on it... I am glad you feel comfortable enough telling me this... Alex and Julia had much more trouble with it..." He squinted his eyes. Gauging my expression for the 'news' that his own kids are gay. I knew about Alex. Owen had already told me about it. But Julia was a bit more of a surprise.

"Dad?..." Owen said as he joined in on the freeing hug. "Can you get us some anal toys to practice with?... I mean... That's a good place to start, ain't it?... I mean... Alex already told me... He took me to a shop to buy lube and condoms..."
"Ha, did he now?..." boomed Jackson Smith. "I am going to have a word with that boy!... He didn't tell me about that... But sure... I guess we need to get you some early birthday gifts... And a safe place to store them under lock and key... Away from prying eyes... Now get those hard-ons under the sheets... It may be the holidays, but you got chores to do tomorrow... Alex and Julia will be coming home in a few days... This house and the garden could do with a good cleaning... And Eric... Get a haircut!..."

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