A disclaimer from the author: This story is a work of fiction and contains themes that some readers might find difficult to read about, including: incest, a man with a vagina, male pregnancy, scenes of childbirth, and dubious consent. Please consider your tastes and comfort levels and show discretion before reading or commenting on this work.
Special thanks to Bill for being a good friend and encouraging me to post this online for others to read.
The old, beat-up Chevy Tahoe zoomed down the slippery Skamania County backroads, veering around wooded corners far faster than it normally would if its more fastidious owner had been behind the wheel. These were unusual circumstances though, and Jake McManus, never the most patient or conscientious driver in the best of times, was breaking all the rules of the road he could manage to get away with. The rural roads were, thank goodness, clear of any lasting snowfall. The late fall Washington state weather had been mercifully warm this year, never allowing the temperature to drop too far south to maintain the more frigid temperatures the locals were used to. But, almost as if in retribution, the region had been hit by dreadful on-again, off-again torrents of rain that left the countryside sodden and the roads slick with precipitation. To make matters worse, Jake and his irate passenger were traveling in the middle of night, leaving little more than headlights reflecting off of damp streets to guide them down the winding paths.
In the backseat, his father Robert groaned softly, clutching at his big belly. “Slow down, Jacob… are you trying to get us killed!?” Jake ignored his dad’s jab. Rob might have liked to be the big man in town, but right now his son was going to be calling the shots, consequences be damned.
They were fortunate then, in this one instance, to be in the middle of nowhere so nobody but Jake and his dad were in any sort of danger. Well...perhaps one other person, Jake thought to himself with a twinge of bitterness that was offset by the growing sense of panic he was trying to squash all while his father’s breathing became more labored with each minute that passed.
“Sorry dad, but we need to get you to the hospital as soon as possible...you look ready to burst.”
Rob wanted to deny his son’s words, but he couldn’t, not really. The day he had been dreading and anticipating in equal measure had finally arrived. He was going to have the baby.
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When Rob had told his only son about “the good news”, Jake had thought he was joking. It was a weird as hell kind of thing to joke about, but certainly more believable than the possibility that his dad was carrying a child inside his body. That would have just been crazy, right? Rob McManus had never been much of a practical joker before, but maybe that was changing with Jake away at college now. Jake had noticed that his dad had been getting a little antsy now that their communication was almost entirely regulated to abrupt phone calls, intermittent texts, and, like now, the rare video chat.
When Rob returned his uncomfortable laugh with his bearded face set in a grim, silent line, Jake felt the laughter die in his throat and a shiver of unease run through his gym-toned body.
“Wha-what are you talking about, Dad?” he sputtered, baffled by the conversation taking place. Rob’s face lost none of its intensity. If anything, he seemed to become more serious.
“...You’re going to be a big brother in about 5 months, Jake.” He said this so matter of fact and devoid of humor that Jake knew without a doubt his dad was telling the truth now.
“N-no...that’s not…” Rob cut him off before he could make a further fool of himself.
“Believe it,” his dad said, and lifted the bottom of his sweatshirt showing off his hairy pecs and belly where a sizable baby bump was coming in. Jake’s eyes widened, and it felt as if time has stopped, replaced with the frozen image of his father’s obvious fertility. A wave of nervous nausea suddenly came over him.
“How?” he managed to blurt out, his voice sounding weak and feeble behind the shock he felt. There was a long, pregnant pause, and Rob’s answering words shook him to the core.
“...I’ve got different parts than most guys.” As if that was a perfectly normal statement for a father to give to his nearly 20 year old son. The words were vague, but the implications were clear enough. Jake’s shaggy black locks swayed as he shook his head, trying to dispel the images from his mind. Another pause, and Rob’s brows wrinkled in worried concentration. “It’s a boy, Jake,” his voice carrying a quiet vulnerability Jake had never heard before. “I’m carrying a baby boy in me...just like I carried you…”
The admission broke Jake out of his stasis, and a horrified groan escaped his mouth before he could capture it. His dad had just dropped a bomb on him like it was the simplest thing in the world.
“I can’t deal with this…” he croaked out, and cut the connection between his dad and himself, tossing his phone across the bed where it landed with a noiseless thump on the cheap dorm mattress. He ignored the persistent phone calls, and then the string of angry and hurt texts that followed from his dad. He needed his space to make sense of how the world had turned upside down...
Jake slept very little that night. He rarely remembered his dreams, but this one stood out like a harsh spotlight in his waking memory. He was a small child in the dream, maybe 8 or so, and he was at a construction site, one of the many interchangeable ones from his youth when his dad would have to drag him to work if a babysitter feel through. For some reason, there was a sandbox nearby, close enough to observe the men at work, but far enough away so he felt like a tiny outsider looking into a scene through a pane of glass.
As he lazily ran his hands through the gritty sand, he watched the men go about their jobs, seemingly oblivious to his presence. He wondered, absently, where his dad had gotten to, and his hands ground to a halt as he saw Robert McManus come out of a nearby trailer, but not as he remembered him. This Rob was visibly, obscenely pregnant, and walked around the job site with a waddle-like gait that would have been comical under other circumstances. The men, crude as Alaskan oil, whistled and cat-called as Rob made his rounds, and the elder McManus playfully swatted at them, telling them to knock it off.
“Damn, McManus, you carrying triplets up in there?” one of the bolder men joked, and the site filled with raucous laughter. Rob gave the man the finger, but made no further move to protect his masculine honor,
“Hell no, you lazy prick,” and brought a hand down on his belly, bulging from under his too small t-shirt. “Just little Jakey here. He’s a big boy, just like his daddy.” He grunted abruptly, and then smirked mischievously. “The little fucker likes to kick too…” The last image of the men circling his father like a swarm and pawing at his pregnant belly with naked reverence seared itself into his mind as he woke in his dark and empty dorm room. Jake’s nearly naked body was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, which stuck to the sheets that had tangled around his grasping form as he had tossed and turned in his sleep...
Later, after the initial waves of shock had begun to subside, Jake began to realize just how shaky the bedrock of his entire existence had been. Like any young man, he had thought he had his old man totally figured out. Robert McManus was rough, masculine, and often stoic, sometimes to a fault. A model widower, and an almost stereotypical blue collar man. But now, with these latest revelations he realized he truly didn’t know the man at all. Where once there was shocked dismay at his father’s outrageous deception, now the first embers of anger began to simmer and burn in his gut.
Uncomfortable questions began to arise within Jake that lead not to answers but more questioning and confusion. If Rob wasn’t Jake’s “Dad”, then who was? Why had Rob hidden the secret of his birth for so long? What exactly did Rob mean by “different parts”? How did his “mom” fit into this mess? The more he thought about it, the more his head ached. Only one person had the answers, if you could call them that, and Rob was the last person he wanted to have a conversation with right now.
Jake tried to hide his doubts and insecurities in school, sports, and fucking. Not much different than usual, really. For a little while it worked, and he was almost too busy with exams, basketball, and pussy to give his dad much thought. But, still…he couldn’t get some things out of his head. Especially that thing. Even though he tried his damnedest not to think about it, he couldn’t help but ponder, in the dimmer, anxious recesses of his mind, that if the sperm wasn’t coming from Robert than some other man was supplying the goods. It wasn’t long before visions of beastly neanderthal men rutting into his dad’s butch body began to invade his mind in its weaker moments. Every time he would imagine it, his body would begin to shake and sweat, and all focus flew out the window. He tried to bury those thoughts, hide his discomfort, but that was easier said than done when you were a man his age living in a dorm full of men just like the ones he imagined coming for his dad...
He knew he was in trouble when others started commenting on his distracted outlook.
“What’s up with you, McManus? You’ve been like a zombie all day,” Steve Hardigan, a none too bright football jock from across the hall, asked him while they were watching a college ball game on Steve’s old, beat-to-hell TV. “Wait man...is it that Stacie chick you were feeling up at the party last night? Did she, like, suck your soul out of your body or something?” Jake just threw a pretzel at him playfully, forced a smirk on his face, and took another swig of beer.
“Fuck off, Hardigan,” he said, no real malice in his voice. It was cute that his bud was checking on him, but he was in no mood for having to explain his paternal woes to another dude, especially to a meathead like Steve Hardigan. Still, he knew if Steve of all people was picking up that something was wrong with Jake McManus then he was in it deeper than he thought. Something had to give, and soon, before he lost his freaking mind.
When, after over three months of giving his dad the cold shoulder, Rob offered to take his son out to their lakeside cabin, far away and secluded from the rest of the world, to explain everything, Jake felt a surge of relief pour over him. He quickly sent a thumbs up emoji to his dad and told him to send the dates. He would be lying if he said he was looking forward to the trip. There was no way in hell it was going to anything but awkward, but living in this miasma of father/son ambiguity was starting to take its toll. He could get his answers, and hopefully some peace of mind. Finally, some of the anger he had been carrying begun to dissipate, if only a little…
Rob had wanted him to come home to Seattle first, and they would go up to the cabin together, but Jake had insisted on driving separately, straight from the dorms. Unusually, Rob didn’t fight him, which should have been the first sign that his dad was up to something. He had never been the type of dad to give into others so readily. Rob had always been big on these father/son bonding experiences, when he took the time off work to make them happen, but he was never this amenable before. Apparently, it was going to be a white flag kind of weekend, and Jake gripped the steering wheel of his old Honda Civic with a little more confidence than he had had just a day ago. If things kept going his way, he could finally get to the bottom of this mess and figure out just what had made his dad carry such atrocious secrets from him for nearly 2 decades.
He caught a glimpse of his face in the rear view mirror: handsome, youthful, clean-shaven. Like a more boyish, smoother skinned version of his dad. No, he thought to himself, his eyes narrowing in the glass, Not like his dad. He was true to himself in every way that counted. The way Rob had raised him to be, or so he had always thought. When had Rob stopped being that kind of man, he wondered. Or had he ever been to begin with? Maybe I’m actually more like my mom…no, my other dad, he corrected himself in his mind, the bizarre thought making him feel dizzy as he zoomed closer to the inevitable confrontation.
When he finally arrived at the cabin, intentionally 45 minutes late and letting himself in like he owned the place, he discovered that Rob had pulled out all the stops. The “McManus Mansion”, which had always had an air of man cave to it in the best of times, had been cleaned to a sparkle. Rob kept his apartment in the city pretty clean by single dad standards, but this was a different level. You could practically eat off the floor. On the large family table adjacent to the kitchen, lay a huge spread of food: pizza, nachos, potato skins, and assorted junk food, all Jake’s favorites from childhood, but Jake hardly noticed once he got a good look at his father. Rob was in the back fussing over some steaks he was grilling, and as he walked in through the screen door of the deck, Jake got his first in-person view of his Dad’s new body. If he had been shocked by the digital images of a baby bump, he was nearly floored by the sight of his dad carrying what looked like an overinflated beach ball under his tight, Seahawks t-shirt. He wasn’t wearing much else either. Just an old faded pair of, frankly skimpy, gym shorts that looked like something from an early 80’s movie.
Jake gaped for a moment, a little overwhelmed by the altered state of his father, but pulled himself together quickly. He was a man on a mission and no amount of belly or dad rump was going to get in the way of that. He gave his dad a quick, cursory hug, unsure of how to touch the older man with the extra girth in his body. He felt like he was hugging a stranger wearing his dad’s skin, and the thought made him bristle and straighten himself out.
“Hey…” he started, and found he had no other words. At least nothing that wouldn’t come across as whiny or petulant.
“Hey, Jake…” Rob returned, clearly as uncomfortable as his son, but he put on a brave face nonetheless. Robert McManus had never been the kind of man to back down from a challenge, even one as screwy as justifying his own pregnancy. “Why don’t we have a bite to eat, and then a chat…” The glimmer of hope in his voice sounded so optimistic that even despite his misgivings, Jake couldn’t help but smile back at his father. He shrugged and muttered a noncommittal, “Well, since you went to the trouble…” before stuffing a cheese covered tortilla chip in his mouth.
Of course, It hadn’t been as simple as all that. Not that Jake had truly believed it would have. They had settled into the familiar patterns of old father/son interactions from times past well enough. Lots of joking, bickering, arguing about the merits of different sports teams, that sort of thing, but it was going to take a lot more than homemade pizza and casual conversation to bridge the chasm that had grown between father and son in the last few months. Still, it was a start, and an appreciated one. Even then Jake couldn’t help himself...
“So…” Jake said, between bites of pepperoni, “you’re a woman or something?” Robert looked at Jake as if his son had just slapped him in the face.
“Do I look like a fucking woman to you?” Rob snarled, and Jake was momentarily taken aback by the venom in his dad’s voice. Memories of Rob’s more domineering streak flooded Jake’s mind, the way the older man would scream and shout at his lower ranked coworkers if they screwed up on the job too bad, but he had never turned that side of his personality onto Jake before. It did little to intimidate the younger McManus, instead filling Jake with a sharp sting of resentment and righteous anger.
“Then how do you explain...that!” he snapped back, gesturing to Robert’s very visible pregnant state, feeling good about holding his own against his dad’s fiery gaze. Rob looked as if he wanted to turn away, but didn’t flinch either. A standoff it was going to be then.
“I told you. I’ve got different parts than other men,” Rob tried, a little calmer, more patient this time, but Jake wasn’t going to let him off the hook so easily, not know that the subject had been broached.
“What does that mean? You got a pussy or something?” he said, openly challenging his dad. Rob looked like he wanted to throttle him for a moment, but then a familiar look of paternal stoicism settled back onto his face. It was the kind of look everyone saw and thought, That’s Robert McManus. Always keeping it together when the world around him went to shit. Now Jake look at his dad, furrowed brows and all, and thought to himself, Who the actual fuck are you!?
“Don’t talk about it like that, Jacob…” he said, sighing with annoyance. “I...I’ve got all the parts that matter for getting pregnant. That’s all you need to know.” Rob was trying to shut the conversation down, but by now Jake had developed the senses of a well-trained bloodhound. He had gotten the scent and he was going to get answers. He knew that he was catching his dad off guard with his probing, and the thought made him smile inside. Keep poking the tiger and maybe he would find out the truth after all.
“So, what else is there I should know, Dad? Got something bigger to hide than that belly of yours?” Jake was trying to stay cool, calm, collected, but as the words in his mind began to shift into spoken language it was like all of his intentions evaporated over the heat of his anger. He hated the quiver of hurt that was creeping into his voice, making him sound like a child. He wasn’t a child and he wouldn’t be treated like one anymore.
“Jake, please...just stop,” Rob begged, but it wasn’t enough. Jake was after blood.
“Who’s my real father?”
Jake knew he had said the wrong thing almost immediately. A flash of pain, sharp and fierce, crossed his father’s face, before a weary mask settled in its place. “Jake...I’m your father. I’ve always been your father.”
“Fine...then who put me inside you!?” he could feel himself becoming irate, almost manic. He didn’t like how he was beginning to lose control. The steel came back on Robert’s face and Jake knew the battle had recommenced.
“That was a long time ago. He doesn’t matter, Jake.” Simple and final. Case closed in Robert McManus’ book.
“You don’t get to decide that!” He wouldn’t let his dad run away from this, otherwise he would never know the truth about his life. Rob watched him, gritting his teeth in the old way that told him his old man was equally on edge. Rob rose to his feet, grabbing some dishes as he did so.
“This was a mistake…” he muttered, making his way over to the kitchen, and dropping the dishes into the sink with a clatter. Jake let his bangs drop over his face, trying to hold back the tears that were starting to form on his eyes, and the thought of his dad seeing him cry was enough to send him over the edge.
“You’re a goddamn liar! You always taught me to be a man and act with integrity. Now you’re feeding me this bullshit like I’m supposed to be ok with my whole life being a lie.” He was shaking now, and he furiously wiped his sleeve across his eyes before Rob could turn back around and see what a mess Jake had become. “I’m the son of a freak.”
Rob whirled toward him and crossed the 16 feet that separated with the sink from the table with such ferocity that Jake nearly fell out of his chair.
“Listen to me, you little brat. Don’t ever talk to me like that, even if you-Ah!”
Rob suddenly clutched the edge of the table, wide-eyed, body tense. He looked as if he was about to keel over where he stood, and it was enough to stop both men’s’ tirades against one another in their tracks.
“Dad! What-”
Whatever Jake was going to say died in his mouth when he heard the sound of liquid splashing onto the old wood flooring. Looking down, he saw a gush of clear fluid puddling on the floor and he gawked as he realized it was coming from between his own father’s legs. For one sick moment, he thought that his old man had pissed himself, which would have been embarrassing in a darkly hilarious sort of way. Then he saw the ashen expression on his father’s face and he realized what was actually happening.
Oh no. No, no, no, no, no…
“Jake…” Rob said, voice surprisingly measured given the situation. “I’m pretty sure my water just broke…” Jake felt like he was going to be sick.
“I-I’ll call an ambulance,” he croaked out, trying to avoid staring at the puddle of amniotic fluid on the floor. He hastily pulled out his cellphone, hands shaking, and dialed 911. Nothing. He realized there was no signal and swore. Wait...the landline. He rushed out of the room and up the stairs to the den, ignoring his dad’s cries, and finding the old phone he picked up the receiver. Nothing. Not even a dial tone. He held the receiver in his hand, staring at it as if it might start talking to him, when he heard Rob’s voice from downstairs.
“I stopped paying for that once you got out of high school…” Rob managed between breathes. “Didn’t seem much point with you never around…” Jake felt a twinge of anger at that comment, but his panic at the situation overrode his discomfort at the subtle accusation in his dad’s words.
“Real smart move, dad…” he muttered under his breath. “Another father of the year moment from Robert McManus…” He let the useless machine drop to the floor and rushed back down the stairs, unsure of how to respond to this now. Maybe he could go outside and try the cell again?
“Jake…” Rob moaned, holding onto his belly. “We got to get to the hospital soon. This boy of mine wants out…” Jake could feel himself beginning to fray. Why did he ever agree to come up to this cabin and get dragged into his dad’s personal shit? Rob walked, as well as he was able, to the kitchen counter, where he reached into a drawer and pulled out a set of keys. He tossed them in a graceful arc across the room, which Jake caught easily with his good hand. His eyes widened when he saw what he held: they were the keys to his dad’s Bronco.
“I need you to drive, son,” Rob said as he made his way out toward the front door. Surprisingly, these words froze Jake more than anything else his dad had said that night. The Bronco was like Rob’s second child and he never let anyone touch it unless absolutely necessary. Jake realized how serious the situation was becoming and sobered up right quick.
“Y-yeah, sure.” he said, and rushed out the door to get the engine warmed up…
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In the end, it wasn’t Jake’s risky driving or Rob’s secret that did them in. It was a wayward nail from an old construction job.
Both of the McManus men were caught completely off guard when the blowout occurred. Jake was the first to register the noise, an explosion like a balloon being popped beneath his feet, as he was making a sharp left turn on the darkened road. Immediately, before either man could properly react, the SUV began to veer wildly in the direction of the turn. Jake, who had never been in a car accident before, froze in place like a mannequin, before the months of overbearing driving lessons Rob had painstakingly inflicted on him at age 15 kicked in like a bear waking up from hibernation. Easing off the accelerator and avoiding the breaks, he tried futility to straighten the wheel and the truck, but the surprise of the blowout and the speed he was moving proved to be too much. The Tahoe began to spin out of control, twirling, once, and a quarter more, before plunging sideways off the paved road and coming to lie off kilter in a shallow ditch off the side of the road.
Miraculously, neither of them was injured, at least not physically. Jake sat in the driver’s seat shaking, suddenly numb to anything else happening around him. His dad’s voice calling from the backseat, faint and distant like an echo, brought him back to his senses. “-ake! Are you ok!?”
“Y-yeah, I’m fine…” he said, then turned beat red as he realized the ludicrousness of the pregnant man checking on his health. “Nevermind about me! We need to get you to the hospital!” He put the car in reverse and tried to back up, but the tires had already sunk into the muddy grass, and combined with the awkward angle made it impossible to get the traction needed to free themselves.
“Shit,’ he muttered, and jumped out of the Tahoe, against his father’s protestations, to see what could be done. Not much as it turned out. Whatever he had run over on the road had jacked up the front passenger wheel something awful. Even with the limited light of his cellphone he could tell it was shot. He gave the wheel a kick of frustration and hissed as he stubbed his toe in the process. Wincing at the sting, it dawned on him that they were stranded, in the middle of the woods, and a new baby McManus was getting closer to becoming a reality moment by moment.
Frantically, he tried to dial for help once more, and nearly toppled over in relief as he managed to get through to the police. His joy was short-lived.
“What!? An hour!? Why the hell is it going to take you so long to get out here!?”
The drowning warble of a weary operator patiently explaining the realities of rural emergency services droned on, but was cut short when he heard a cry of pain coming from the interior of the Tahoe. Jake pried open the door to the backseat of the truck and stopped as the overhead light showed his dad’s sweat-soaked, straining body sprawled across the cushions.
“Jake...I think it’s starting,” his dad said through gritted teeth. Jake shook his head furiously. He was nowhere near ready to be a big brother, especially under these conditions.
“Hold on, Dad. I’ve got them on the phone. They’re sending…” he stopped when he realized the call had been cut off at some point in his rush to help his dad.
“Jacob. Listen to me,” Rob said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t think an ambulance is going to arrive in time.” He winced, body reacting to some invisible pain. “I can feel myself...opening…”
Jake felt the blood rush to his head and he placed a hand on the car’s roof to steady himself. “Don’t say that.” He said, more for himself than for his father’s comfort. Robert, with some effort, wiggled around from his prone position, trying to lift his damp hips.
“Get these things off me, Jake. I can’t do it myself,” he was referring to his gym shorts, previously ruined back at the cabin when this entire disaster of a night took a sharp turn off a cliff. Jake really didn’t want to touch those shorts, but something about the desperate, vulnerable expression on his dad’s face stopped the protest that wanted to spill out and instead he gingerly gripped the bottoms of the shorts with his fingertips and started to yank them in his direction.
Flimsy as they were, they slid off easily enough, and Jake pulled them off of his father’s ankles, leaving the older man bare from the waist down. He glanced up and froze. There, between his dad’s spread legs, was a sight he never expected to encounter. His mind refused to accept the truth at first, but there was no mistaking it. There was a vagina between his dad’s hairy legs, nestled under public hair. But that wasn’t the truly shocking thing. It was the shape. The lips were stretched taut, wide in circumference, in a rounded oval that mirrored the shape of Jake’s own stunned mouth.
Jake McManus had seen a pussy or two in his day. Well, quite a few actually, so he was well acquainted with the parted slit of a woman’s genitals. This was something else altogether. He had never seen one look so fleshy, so open, and the hair… He blinked, and peering closer realized that wasn’t public hair. If he was correct in what he was seeing it looked like…
“Jake, what is it? Why do you have that look on your face?” his dad’s voice asked, concern rising despite the pain the man was experiencing. Jake closed his mouth, unsure of exactly how to respond to what his eyeballs were processing.
“Uh, I think I can see...the top of a head…” he mumbled, face burning crimson. Rob swore and instinctively tried to close his legs, wincing in pain when he did so.
“Shit! I must be crowning…”
Jake didn’t know much about pregnancy or childbirth, which he was rapidly beginning to regret, but he figured out pretty quickly what crowning must have meant. Rob closed his eyes, and for a few precious moments, the car was filled only with the sound of the two men breathing. When Rob looked up at Jake his gaze was filled with a look of determination that Jake recognized instantly.
“Jacob. I need you to listen to me very carefully,” Rob began, his voice cutting loud and clear in the cramped quarters. It was the voice of a man who was facing a terrible struggle and had made up his mind on how to tackle it. “This boy...he’s not waiting around for an ambulance. Do you get what I’m saying?”
Jake did. All too well. He shook his head side-to-side, violently, panic arising once more.
“No way!” he said, feeling ashamed at how easily the cowardice reared its ugly head. “We can’t do that here! I’m no doctor!”
“Jacob!” Robert snapped, and Jake stood at attention, the way he always did when Robert McManus took charge. “We don’t have a choice. I...I think I know what to do. I just need some assistance.” He looked at Jake, hard and intensely vulnerable. “Please, son...I don’t think I can do this without you.”
Jake’s eyes widened, and a low groin mixed with love and horror spilled from his lips. He knew then that this baby was coming out whether he was ready or not.
“Can’t we, like, push it back inside or something?” he asked, grasping at any straw that might hold off the inevitable. Rob gave him the most incredulous look, all else momentarily forgotten, before responding dryly, “No, Jacob. We can’t push him back in.”
A look of grim determination passed back over Rob’s face. He heard the quick, steady breaths coming from his father’s lips, and Jake watched a bead of sweat travel down his dad’s forehead until it settled into the dense mass of facial hair. He saw his dad’s legs quiver and strain, and for a second he was convinced that Rob’s lips, the one’s between his legs, were stretching just a bit wider than before, until the movement stopped and a low, irritated growl rose from Rob’s mouth.
This process repeated itself, Rob’s frustration growing each second, face reddening from pain and effort, before Jake, far too distracted by the sight of his nude father in the throes of labor, finally put two and two together. This baby wasn’t coming out, and Jake felt a tiny spark of hope that maybe he could avoid this nightmare altogether, as Rob lay back in a position of exhausted defeat.
Rob let out a breath Jake hadn’t known he had been holding, and Jake’s eyes widened when he heard him say to Jake, “I need you to help stretch me.” Jake’s arms, toned and tanned, actually trembled as a ridiculous image of him opening his father up even wider played like a twisted movie behind his eyes.
Despite his pain, Rob still rolled his eyes when he saw the look on his son’s face. “Not like that!” he barked, his breathing starting to come in faster. “The peri-peri...the taint! I need you to help stretch me so I don’t tear!” Jake eyes remained wide open, unblinking, the shock of the situation still registering slowly in his brain, but he gave his dad a slow nod of understanding. “How?”
Rob sat up, as much he could while he was crowning, and gestured between his legs. “Push around the area of my...around my opening,” a shudder of pain ran through the older man before he was able to continue. When he saw Jake wasn’t moving fast enough, he grabbed on his son’s hand and brought it down to his gaping hole. The impulse to recoil was strong, but Jake just about managed to contain himself. Something about his dad’s grip on his wrist was a calming force even in the face of this mess they were caught in
“There…” Rob managed, bringing his son’s fingers down the slick, stretched lips of his vagina, positioning them as best he could without the benefit of sight on the area. He squeezed his son’s fingers, making a pushing motion into the taut skin and muscle surrounding Rob’s opening, and picking up on what his dad was trying to say, Jake brought his other hand to the other side, mirroring his left hand.
“Gentle! Gentle…” Rob managed between sharp breaths, as Jake used his hands to stretch the area around his father’s opening. His fingertips brushed against the loose lips of his dad’s cunt, and Jake felt an unexpected surge of electricity run through him. He didn’t have time to contemplate what that might have meant though, because his dad was already pushing once more.
At first, it seemed like it was going to work. Jake watched with a kind of bewildered amazement as his father’s cunt stretched open even wider, which had seemed like a total impossibility. On some level, Jake understood that this is what a vagina was made for, so obviously it should be able to stretch, but seeing it for real, especially with his own father, stirred complex feelings within him that he could neither identify or understand. The longer he pushed on his father’s pelvic flesh, the more that confusing urge to touch further grew…
Jake’s hopes were dashed though when his dad collapsed back onto the cushions with a frustrated groan. “It’s still not enough,” he said through gritted teeth, the strain beginning to show on his face. For a long fearful moment, Jake thought that was it. They were well and truly screwed, and his dad was going to bleed out in the backseat while Jake watched on helplessly, but then Rob seemed to pull some hidden reserve of strength out of his pocket and forced himself up onto a seated position.
“I have an idea. It should work…” he began, sweating quite heavily now. The tight space was beginning to feel increasingly claustrophobic, and the smell of musk, blood, and something sweeter was beginning to made Jake a little lightheaded. “I need to get on my hands and knees. Help me up.” Rob continued, and reached out with one arm while supporting his ample weight on the headrest next to him.
Maneuvering Rob onto his hands and knees proved to be a monumental task. There was the obvious factor of Rob’s heavy belly, which made movement of any kind more difficult, but it was the sight between his dad’s legs that was proving to be the more difficult hurdle for Jake to overcome. He couldn’t take his eyes off of that dank patch of hairy, wet flesh that he now knew belonged to the head of his baby brother. Worse than that, there was those strange electrifying feelings he was getting from touching his dad’s body, touching his...he didn’t allow himself to finish the thought, instead focusing on holding up Rob’s bulging body.
It took some doing, but with a little effort the pair managed to get Rob on his hands and knees. Rob was breathing heavy now, harsher than before, whether from the strain of labor or the effort of moving his body, Jake couldn’t say. He was too distracted by this new sight in front of him. Rob was perched on the seat cushions, hips jutting in such a way as to allow his muscles and gravity to more easily dispel the infant begging to come out. Jake was reminded uncomfortably of old nature programs where animals gave birth in the wild. He ignored the tight feeling coming from his jeans and instead forced his focus on his father. “Is that helping?” Rob gave him a stiff nod.
“Yeah...pressure’s not as intense,” and then he suddenly gasped, and a splurge of fluid shot out of his folds, causing Jake to jump back in shock.
“Goddamn!” Rob shouted. “He really wants out now!” Words failed Rob after this point and instead a high pitched scream of agony poured out of his voice. The sound felt like it was echoing in the closed space of the vehicle, and Jake had to fight the urge to bolt once again. He saw the head of the baby slip an inch out of Rob’s cunt, and suddenly realizing what was going to happen if he didn’t act soon, he quickly positioned his arms beneath his dad’s spread legs, ignoring the jetting splurts of fluid dripping onto his arms.
He originally had doubts about moving his father, but maybe this was the right move, since the labor was proceeding much faster now, inch by inch of head coming clear of Rob’s body as the minutes passed. All the while, Jake had a ringside view of the action, while his father’s big, hairy ass squeezed and flexed with each push was close enough for Jake to bury his head into if he so desired. Soon enough, the entire head popped free, and Rob let out a tear-filled cry of temporary relief.
“Don’t...don’t let your brother fall, Jacob.” he said, worry and weariness at war in his masculine voice. He didn’t realize that Jake had come to that conclusion on his own, already positioned for the drop that must be coming. Quickly Jake rubbed a reassuring palm across his dad’s lower back, thumb resting on the curve where back met crack, noting the pooling sweat and wondering just how much pain his old man must be in. He hoped his touch was at least a small comfort. He didn’t have long to think such thoughts, because Rob’s yells roared back to life with a newfound urgency and viciousness that had been only hinted at up to this point. Jake didn’t have a good view of his dad’s face, but the strain must have been terrible since even now he could see how tightly wound his dad’s body was.
“You gotta relax, dad,” Jake said, soothingly, feeling more than a little foolish at the words coming out of his mouth. Rob simply gave him a laugh that came out more like a harsh bark. “Easier said than done...Ahhh!!!” Jake had only just managed to move his hands back in position in time before another deluge of liquid splashed out of his dad’s strained body, soaking both men and the truck itself. The baby was coming out fast now. Jake could already see the shoulders…
Time seemed distorted in the last few minutes of Robert McManus’ labor. If you had asked Jake how long it took for his brother to finally be born, he would have never been able to give you a straight answer. It felt like hours and minutes all at once. In actuality, it was less than 10 minutes, before baby McManus pushed himself out of Rob’s body, landing delicately, if not gracefully into Jake’s outstretched arms. He held the bundle of flesh at arms length, flinching as the newborn howled his first cries, and feeling a peculiar sense of disgust and accomplishment. Rob collapsed onto his belly, and with a gargantuan effort rolled onto his side and then his back. The older man had a weary, wild-eyed expression on his face that Jake had never seen before.
“Jake...my boy, let me hold him,” Rob said, weakly, tears pouring from his eyes. Jake only too eagerly handed the newborn over to his dad, and watched with a sense of wonder, and if he was honest, jealousy, as a look of profound peace settled over his dad’s face. He smiled warmly at his son, content to hold him close to his chest for several minutes, before turning his attention back to his oldest.
“Take him, Jake. I feel like I’m about to pass out,” Rob said, holding up baby with weakened arms, and Jake took the baby and the responsibility back into his arms.
Instinctively, Jake pulled the squirming bundle close, careful of the tangled cord still connecting newborn and father. The baby’s cries, which had been piercing just moments ago, settled down into a steady and more manageable sob that trembled against Jake’s chest as the young man held his new brother. The newborn McManus wasn’t much to look at, all wet and waxy, but Jake knew that would change in time. Jake may not know who the father of his new sibling was, but he had the same delicate, baby blue, heart-breaker eyes all the McManus men seemed to have. With any luck he would grow up to be a looker like his dad and Jake were.
With his brother tightly in his grip, Jake finally glanced back down at his dad. At first, Jake thought the burly bear of a man had passed out after the rough birth, but the slow rise and fall of Rob’s chest and fluttering of his closed eyelids told him his father was still conscious, just dazed and recovering from his recent ordeal. Graying hair clung to his father’s damp scalp and the rest of the man’s body was coated in a sheen of sweat that mingled with the tangy scent of birth in the tight confines of the SUV. The upholstery beneath the man was ruined beyond recognition, as was the crumpled pair of slut shorts Jake had torn from Rob’s heaving body as the baby was coming into the world. The only article of clothing still on Rob’s body was the soaked UofW t-shirt that clung like a wet cloth onto Rob’s meaty pectorals. Jake noted all of this information passively, the way a detective takes in the details of crime scene, but only one place truly fixated his gaze.
Rob’s vagina, the secret he had kept from Jake all these years, was a total wreck. No surprise there. Jake had never seen it before tonight, Rob had made damn sure of that, but after witnessing Rob birthing a child in the backseat like an animal there was no way he could ever look at his father the same way. The view of that gaping hole between his father’s legs was almost as shocking as the birth itself had been. The lips were loose and glistening from the aftereffects of pushing out such a massive load. Jake had seen his fair share of vaginas, used and untouched. He could imagine how his dad’s might look after a night of vigorous fucking, all wet and open, but this was a different beast altogether. Like his dad’s legs, the folds of labial tissue lay parted, weak and unfettered from the strain of birth. Red walls peeked from the darkness between the folds, like bloodstained curtains. Jake had never seen anyone, male or female, look so completely vulnerable, especially not his hard ass of a dad. It shouldn’t be erotic, yet Jake was hard enough to poke a hole in his jeans and briefs.
Rob’s bush, kept natural as a source of masculine principal, was now a tangled mess, spattered with the sticky remnants of afterbirth. Buried below the forest of public hair and resting above the entryway to his father’s body, Rob’s clit lay untouched, a shining jewel enveloped in a fleshy hood. Jake had been unable to see it until now because of the angle, and like his father’s open cunt, it was not at all what he was expecting. Like the rest of the elder McManus’ genitals it was undeniably “manly” in a way that was disorienting to Jake’s notions of what a vagina was meant to be. It lay subdued and withdrawn under the canopy of dark curls, as if retreating from the assault Rob’s body had just endured during childbirth. Jake wondered how hard that clit would get when his dad was at peak arousal, and his fingers inched toward it, pulled by a forbidden magnetism, but he stopped himself at the last minute, turning instead toward the gaping gash that had truly entranced the young man. His finger moved forward, dipping slowly and carefully toward that musty cavern. He expected something to stop him: his father, his conscience, even an act of god, but no such obstacle appeared and the finger slid in slowly and easily, with not even a hint of resistance from Rob’s vagina.
The rain had begun to pick up again, and the consistent pitter-patter of fat raindrops on metal and glass echoed throughout the cramped interior of the vehicle. Distantly, Jake heard the low rumble of thunder somewhere beyond the treeline, but he barely acknowledged the sound. It was difficult to focus on anything but the rush of his heated blood pumping through his veins, the drumming of his racing heartbeat in his ears, and the wet, pliant flesh of his father’s folds.
The interior lighting and Jake’s hovering place over his dad’s body created moody shadows that obscured much of the details of Rob’s features. Rob must have felt something, but there wasn’t even the barest tremble from his father’s supine body. Maybe that shouldn’t be so surprising, Jake thought hotly to himself. After all, how could a single finger possibly compare to the impact of an entire child forcing its way through his birth canal? It would be like trying to notice the dainty steps of an ant on your skin after being bitten by a rabid snake. He thought back to how Rob had been only minutes ago, on his knees, panting and roaring in pain as his cunt brought new life into the world. Robert McManus, perhaps the manliest specimen of blue collar male he had ever known, had been a total wreck of a human being, sweat and saliva and vaginal fluid and blood coursing from the older man’s hairy frame. Jake knew that his father would rather die than show even the slightest hint of weakness to another human being and knowing that he had seen his own father like that sprayed out in the joyous agony of birth festered a complex web of lust and guilt that he was still trying to process. And now here he was, defiling his father’s ravaged body, and the only thing he could think was, I Want More.
Understanding that the waters were safe for now, Jake’s exploration expanded. One finger became two, then three, and still nothing from Rob. Not even a peep. Emboldened by a fiery lust he had never experienced before, Jake threw caution to the wind and inserted the thumb and pinky of his right hand, filling his father’s cunt with all five of his digits. There was an incredible fullness, like having his fingers enveloped in a velvet glove, but not the tightness one would expect. It was only when Jake stretched his fingers wide like a starfish that he felt true resistance and a low, grumbling whine escaped from his father’s mouth. The sound did little to dissuade him. If anything, it ignited his hunger further and he began to rhythmically stretch his fingers out and in, out and in, mindful of the umbilical cord, but pushing the confines of Rob’s tunnel and shaping his father’s cunt the way he desired.
It was here, glimpsing upward that he saw Rob’s eyes open for the first time since he pushed out his second son. Glazed blue eyes stared at him in confusion for a moment, before slowly clearing into a dawning realization. A particularly rough stretch tore another groan from Rob, this one more obviously pained. The sound made Jake’s blood burn and he could feel a spurt of precum soak into his now damp underwear. Rob’s mouth opened, before closing as the pressure in his groin settled. His lips parted, quickening breaths rushed into the small gap to lungs and a brain desperate for oxygen and answers.
“Jacob…” he managed to weakly croak out, his voice rough from the screams of childbirth. There was something in those blue eyes, buried beneath the exhaustion and wrinkles, that made Jake pause his abuse of Rob’s body. Rob’s gaze was fixed on him now, not turning away, and Jake responded by slipping his thumb from Rob’s slippery cunt and pushing it down on the older man’s clitoris, tapping that button with firm, domineering strokes. Rob’s eyes watered, his mouth gaped, and Jake could swore that a rush of rosy red had settled back into his father’s face.
Before Jake could decipher the mystery in his father’s eyes and voice, he heard the first faint sirens coming from down the road, and had just managed to wretch his hand from his dad’s cunt as he caught a glance of red and blue flickering lights drawing closer. He absentmindedly wiped the wetness of a masculine pussy onto his jeans, knowing they were already stained in the discharge from earlier that evening. He gave his dad one last look, feeling a small pang of sympathy as the man slumped back onto the soiled seat and his eyes closed once more. He placed his damp hand on his father’s leg and squeezed, protective and possessive in equal measure.
“Help is finally here, dad…” he said, beginning to feel the flames die down and with it a bout of weariness. He held his brother just a little bit tighter and before turning to face the arriving paramedics he whispered to Robert, “You and I have a lot to talk about after all of this is through…”
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After the ordeal with Robert’s backseat childbirth, the ride to the hospital felt positively sedate. When the paramedics arrived, they took one look at the scene, exchanged a curious glance between each other, and sprung into action. Jake handed off his infant brother to the older looking one so he could be examined, and then turned to assist the other with his dad. Rob was clearly exhausted, his eyes drifting open and closed as if holding his eyelids up was taking a gargantuan effort. He answered the paramedic’s probing questions as well as he could, but it was clear his dad was on his last rope. After helping father and newborn McManus into the back of the ambulance, Jake took his own seat in the front, giving his weary father one last nervous look before the driver began to move the vehicle. He scolded himself for not thinking more about his dad, before remembering the way his mind and body had reacted to seeing his dad so unguarded. It may have been undeniably wrong, and yet, it had also been a golden opportunity. In the end, he couldn’t bring himself to regret his choice, at least not now while he was still covered in the evidence of actions.
As the ambulance trudged through the wet roads, Robert drifted to sleep almost instantly. The younger paramedic gave Jake a sympathetic grin, saying, “Your old man is one tough old dude. I couldn’t have handled half of what he just went through.” Jake bit his lip, trying to stop a naughty grin from coming to his face. If you only knew, he thought. Time seemed to crawl in the cramped quarters of the emergency vehicle, and soon enough the gentle shaking of the ambulance combined with the cooing and occasional cry of his younger brother coaxed Jake into his own rough slumber.
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Jake dreamed again, but this time was different.
He was back at the old cabin, platters of stale food spread across the table that he picked at as he waited for his dad to come back downstairs. He could hear, distantly, the sound of Robert whispering something from a far room and the sound of a telephone ringing behind a closed door. The sound of a door opening, creaking shut, followed by the steady thumping of footsteps on the stairs, and then Rob was back in the room. He looked the same as always had in Jake’s memory: tall, masculine, hairy, handsome. And also lacking the pregnancy bump.
“Your brother finally settled down,” Rob said, leaning back against a kitchen counter. His t-shirt, which had strained his heavy frame before, now sat comfortably on his evenly muscled body. He was still wearing those ridiculous shorts though, Jake thought with more amusement than annoyance. Upstairs, the phone continued to ring…
“When are you going to change into something more decent?” Jake teased. He was happy to see his dad back in a more recognizable form, more like the man he had always known. He felt like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders as heavy as the baby inside Rob’s body must have felt. Rob just shrugged in response to his question, scratching his belly absentmindedly.
“Not much point, really…” he said cryptically. “I’ll need to be back in them soon enough.” Beside the older man, Rob’s discarded cellphone began to vibrate on the granite countertop.
“What does that mean?” Jake asked, feeling a creeping sense of dread building within him. He had a sneaking suspicion he wasn’t going to like the answer.
“Words already getting around with the guys, Jakey,” his dad said, a small knowing smile on his face. Jake frowned, he didn’t like the ambiguity of that phrase, and he didn’t like his dad calling him Jakey that either. Rob hadn’t said anything like that to him since he was a little boy…
“Word about what, Dad?” he said, starting to feel annoyed now. “Stop talking in riddles...and maybe answer the phone,” he said, noticing the way the cellphone kept going off again and again. As did the phone upstairs, an unsettling staccato rhythm forming between them
Rob’s smile widened, in a way that made Jake’s stomach lips. “You didn’t think those men would leave me alone, did you? I’m a hot commodity now.” The conversation was suddenly interrupted by a loud banging sound on the front door that nearly made Jake jump out of his seat. Rob sighed, his tone expectant.
“Looks like one of them already found me,” he said, a hint of resignation in his voice. Jake watched in numb confusion as his dad took his shirt off, exposing the man’s meaty pecs to the steamy air that seemed to be developing in the cabin, and tossed it aside onto the linoleum flooring.
“What are you doing!?” Jake shouted, and winced as the sounds of knocking and ringing got louder. “What the hell is going on!? Who is that!? What do they want!?” He was thoroughly confused, and yet, deep down, he could already tell what the answer was. Rob smiled at his son sympathetically.
“Jakey, they want to knock me up,” he said, and Jake felt himself recoil, his dad’s words revolting and intriguing in equal measure. Rob seemed unconcerned with his son’s reaction and began walking towards the front door, seemingly to let whoever was pounding away at the door inside the cabin.
“NO!!” Jake shouted, and grabbed onto his dad’s arm, stopping the older man in his tracks. Rob didn’t fight his way out of his son’s grip, but he didn’t relax in his son’s grip either, standing at attention, face turned away from his oldest son, ready to continue his twisted march at a moment’s notice.
“Jakey...it’s only natural they want to impregnate me,” his father said. “My body was made for it…” Jake shook his head, clutching onto his dad, trying to drown out the banging and the ringing and the sinful declarations his own father was making. It was hard to think with the cacophony of noise slamming into his ears, and his grip on Rob tightened hard enough to bruise.
“I-I don’t want anyone to…” he said, leaving the rest of the sentence unspoken, the implications unsaid. Rob just continued to smile, face pointed at the door and the sound of hands scratching on wood, unconcerned with his son’s discomfort and hovering in place like he was under a spell.
“There’s only one thing to do then, Jakey…” Rob said, his voice lowering, wrapping around Jake like a shawl. “You’ve got to beat those other men to the punch.” Jake wanted to step back, away from his father and his siren-like draw, but it was like he was frozen in place, in mind and body.
“N-no...you’re my father…” he said, far more weakly than he wanted to sound. That same, slightly eerie smile was stuck to his dad’s face, and know the knocking and ringing had synchronized in a steady beat that Jake could feel vibrating into his bones.
“Jakey, we both know that’s not true. Your real father is somewhere out there,” Rob said, gesturing to the hordes outside the door. “He’s just another man who needed to breed and seed.” Jake shook his head, horrified at the conversation taken place, and yet somehow almost painfully aroused. His father grinned knowingly, seeing the truth even without looking. The sound of beating was becoming louder, hungrier…
“Better hurry, Jakey, before one of them gets inside,” Rob said, his voice pitching upward, clearly anticipating the idea with a sinful relish that made Jake’s stomach turn and his heart flip. Jake was shaking now, whether from fear or arousal, he couldn’t quite name.
“I won’t fuck you,” he said, turning to the sounds of men’s voices from outside, ready to walk over to that door and give the brutes a piece of his mind. As his eyes left his dad’s form, he felt Rob’s arm slip from his grip. Feeling a surge of panic, he wheeled around only to find his dad gone from where he had stood a moment ago.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, Jakey,” Jake heard and spun around once more, discovering his dad had somehow ended up back in the kitchen, lying back against that counter. The expression on Rob’s face was positively wicked, any hint of normality washed away. It was an expression of pure wantonness, and his posture reflected those desires, legs open, tongue wetting plump lips, hand stroking his meaty chest. “My body knows just how to accept what it needs…”
The older man’s hands went down to the front of his shorts, and with a mighty tug, ripped the front clear off at the crotch. Rob sat back on the counter, spreading his legs even wider and exposing himself to his son. Rob wasn’t wearing any underwear and Jake saw the one thing he was dreading and hoping to see in equal measure.
“Look, Jakey, “ Rob said, cooing softly. “I’m still so open, just like you want me to be…” Rob wasn’t lying either. His dad’s pussy was gaping, seemingly never closing back up since their incident in the Tahoe.
Jake’s pants were around his ankles and he was furiously stroking himself, staring at the hole that had brought him into this world, had tempted him with its feminine secrets, and now his father wanted to bring them both full circle and close the loop.
“Come on, Jakey,” his father purred. “Be a man. Put a baby in me.” Rob leaned back even more, spread out obscenely, like the sluttiest of porn stars but without even trying. This is what my father actually is, Jake thought hotly, his strokes getting harder, faster. Rob licked his lips lasciviously as he watched a bead of precum form and quickly get smeared across his son’s cock.
“I’m so open you don’t even need to stick it in, just shoot and let nature do the rest.” Jake hissed, his fist stilling for only a moment before continuing its frantic drive. Rob’s positioned his groin in alignment with his son’s dick, perfecting the angle for entry.
“I know you can do it, Jakey. You always were good at a 3-point shot.” He wiggled his hips, a tight corkscrew of muscular flesh, and Jake saw a string of fluid dangle from Rob’s pussy lips before plummeting to the floor with a splash.
That was enough to set Jake off, and with a muffled shout, he shot his seed, thicker than it had ever been before, which flew in a dramatic arc to land squarely in the center of his dad’s gaping cunt. Rob moaned as the hot, white fluid seeped into his sensitive flesh, and as the last of Jake’s cum sputtered from his penis into Rob’s cunt, the older man instantly began to push the sticky whiteness as deep as his fingers would allow.
“That’s my boy,” Rob purred. “All net.” He removed his fingers from his pussy, glistening with their shared juices, and as he began to bring them to his lecherous mouth...
Jake woke with a start as the ambulance ground to an abrupt stop at the entrance to the hospital’s ER. Rob was already being wheeled out of the vehicle and it took a few seconds before Jake composed himself enough to groggily jump out of the vehicle and onto the pavement. He followed the gurney into the well-lit lobby where a harried receptionist was trying to wrangle the patients in the overstuffed room. There was a brief, confused exchange of words between the trio of medical professionals that was cut short by the arrival of a friendly, but exhausted looking nurse, who gave Jake and the drifting Rob the best winning smile she could muster under the circumstances. Jake watched with some consternation as his dad was wheeled down the hall and around the corner while Jake himself was pushed into an adjacent room. There another nurse, this one younger and male gave Jake a brief examination, which Jake cooperated with despite his annoyance. Afterwards, he was ushered into a different, but similar room to wait for Rob and his brother’s exams to finish. It was a pretty standard looking examination room, not really much for comfort, but it at least had a sink and some well-earned privacy for him to clean himself up in.
“You got lucky. Doesn’t seem to be much more than a little bruising here and there...though it’s hard to tell with all that blood on your hands,” the nurse said, a twinge of discomfort slipping through his professional facade. He reached into a nearby closet, and pulled out a set of well-worn hospital scrubs. “I’ll leave you alone so you can change,” the nurse said, clearly back in his element. “Ah, about your clothes...You can just toss them in there,” he gestured to a large red bagged trash receptacle on the other side of the room, and after a brief pause, added, “But if you want to keep them for some reason, I can get you a bag to put them in so you can take them home and wash them yourself.” Jake hesitated for only a fraction of a moment before responding, “A bag would be great, thanks.” The nurse looked like he wanted to say something about this choice, but kept his council to herself. Instead, he nodded and left the room, so Jake could finally free himself of the evidence of the night’s activities.
Jake locked the door, and then collapsed on an old beat up chair, taking a moment to catch his breath after the roller coaster of a night he had been through, before forcing himself back onto his feet and in front of the mirror so he could survey the damage. He flinched when he saw just how disheveled he looked in the mirror. His shirt and jeans were smeared with red and pink streaks, no doubt the handiwork of his father and new baby brother, but his hands were the worst part, looking as if they had been dipped into red dye and left to dry. Turning the faucet on, he hesitated, watching the clear liquid pool and pour down the drain. He really wanted to clean himself up, he looked gross as hell and felt even worse, but a wicked part of him didn’t want to let go of the feel and color of his dad on his skin. It was an odd, sinful kind of feeling that made him tingle in his pants. Propriety won out in the end though, and suppressing a sigh, he filled his palm with a small puddle of pink liquid soap and began to methodically smear and wipe at his fingers, palms, and knuckles, making his way up his arms to the elbows, until he was slathered in sleeves of soapy bubbles. Then he scrubbed, over and over, no amount seeming to be enough as pale white froth darkened rapidly under the built up grime of his father’s body on his skin. As pink tinted water filled the sink and poured down the drain, Jake could feel himself beginning to tear up, but what for he couldn’t say. His head felt like it was full of a swarm of angry bees, buzzing and confusing his thoughts until he couldn’t make sense of left from right anymore.
He wiped his hands clean of the evidence of his father’s birth and defilement with cheap papertowels. It wasn’t enough though. He could still feel the sticky stain of it all, as if it had seeped under his skin and into his pores. His hands looked normal, but they weren’t, not really. He brought them to his face and inhaled deeply. His nostrils filled with the scent of cheap, industrial soap, but underneath that clean facade was the hint of a sharper, more masculine scent. It was the coppery tang of blood and cunt. It was the smell of his father. Despite his earlier worries, he found himself smiling at the realization that no amount of soap could truly wash that scent away. With the scent of his father’s most sacred and intimate place coursing through his nostrils, the fire in his loins reignited and he was pitching a tent as hard as he ever had in his life. So it was official then. He was well and truly addicted to his dad, even on a chemical level, reacting like a junkie getting a high.
Over an hour passed before he was able to see his dad, giving Jake plenty of time to think about his dad and their future together. The same nurse that greeted them in the ER reappeared, a sympathetic smile on her face as she asked him if he would like to see Rob again. Jake nodded, more than eager to see how his dad was doing after all that had transpired over the last few hectic hours. He was lead down a string of nearly identical hallways before they came to a closed door. The nurse stood outside and rapped on a the door a couple of times, before slowly opening it and ushering the younger McManus into the room.
Rob looked much better than he had expected. The staff must have wiped him down after they separated, because there was no trace of the grunge of childbirth upon his masculine body. The hospital gown he was wearing was virtually spotless, a far cry from how he had looked back in the SUV. He was asleep and looked disarmingly peaceful in his slumber. You would have never known he had just given birth to a child by looking at him. Once again, Jake was reminded about how easily his father had maintained the illusion of being a traditionally masculine man. There wasn’t even a hint of femininity from him, even while he was unconscious, so how could he blame himself so much for never having seen the signs until his father’s pregnancy made the secrecy impossible. This wasn’t a woman slumbering in front of Jake though. No, the real Robert McManus, male as he might be, was someone far different from what he or anyone else could have guessed.
The nurse, perhaps sensing that son needed time alone with father, exited the room, shutting the door behind her. She was a nice enough woman, but Jake would be happy when he and Rob were out of this hospital and could get back to their normal lives. The thought brought a troubled frown to his face. Normal, what a laugh. He doubted there was any world where that word could be applied to the McManus men after what had occurred off the side of the road. Jake watched the rise and fall of his dad’s chest as he slept. He looked as vulnerable as he had back in the SUV, but the mood was completely different. Where before that vulnerability had ignited some toxic, flammable part of Jack’s mind, this slumbering giant version of his father elicited only the desire to rest his own head on Rob’s chest and feel his father’s gentle breathing. Digging through his memories, there were so few times he had ever seen his dad asleep. It was as if the older man had intentionally made sure he was never in a position where anyone else, even his only child, could have seen him with his guard down. The frown on Jake’s lips tipped upward a fraction. Well, those days were certainly numbered now.
As if sensing his son’s presence, or perhaps the deviance in his thoughts, Rob’s eyelids fluttered open, initially confused by his surroundings, before clarity hit the older man. Those shocking blue eyes glanced around the room, before finding the figure of Jake McManus and resting upon him. They were crystal clear now, devoid of the weariness or confusion that had clouded them back at the SUV and the ambulance. That didn’t make the conversation they were going to have any easier.
“Hey, dad…” Jake said, unsure of how to start. Rob’s features loosened a tiny fraction, even if Jake could still feel how on guard his dad was around him.
“Hey, Jake…”
Nothing more was said for several minutes, as father and son sat in each other’s company. It was not as awkward as Jake had expected, but he wouldn’t call it comfortable either. He could feel his dad’s eyes gauging him, trying to decide what to make of his son after the recent experience he had been subjected to.
“How are you feeling?” Jake said, feeling lame as he asked the question. Despite the inanity of the question, Rob still chuckled.
“Like I just pushed a 10 pound kid out of my body,” he said, a glimmer of a smile on his handsome face, which Jake returned.
“Only 10 pounds? The little brat seems way bigger than that,” Now the elder McManus laughed quite loudly.
“You leave your little brother alone, Jacob. The poor kid’s not even a day old and you are already getting on his case…” he said, with a mirth that brought to mind days of being playfully lectured to by the older man.
“I’m his big bro...It’s my job to keep him on his toes,” Jake said, his smile widening for the first time as he thought of his new role in the family dynamic. Now Rob gave him a probing look, as if reassessing his oldest son.
“When did you become such a big fan of our expanding family?” he asked, bemusement and a little hope dancing on his voice. Jake didn’t say anything for a moment, content to let the easy moment linger a little longer, before dropping the truth on his dad.
“Probably after watching you push him out of your cunt,” he said, and watched as the smile faltered on his dad’s face and the color drained. It was a crude and nasty thing to say to his own father, but they were beyond social niceties now, and besides, Robert could hardly expect him to act like a normal son now. At least that was the rationale Jake gave himself.
“...You weren’t supposed to see that,” Rob said, discomfort signaled from every twitch of his posture. The way his father’s eyes flitted about the room, searching for anything but his son to focus on spoke volumes larger than words ever could.
“I figured that,” Jake said, remembering the images of his father’s prone, screaming form stretched to its limit. He could feel that wild heat building back in his loins, and couldn’t stop his voice from dropping an octave as he responded, “Seeing you, the real you, was very illuminating.”
Rob continued to avoid his son’s gaze, but his foot had begun to judder slightly beneath the cheap hospital blanket draped across his frame. There was so much unspoken in Jake’s words, feelings and thoughts that begged for expression, and to see more of the strange, arousing man Robert McManus had become along those country roads.
“...You know I’m still the same man who always loved and raised you…” Robert said, so quietly Jake almost missed his words. Jake wanted to laugh, a sharp drop of bitterness sticking in his throat, because they weren’t true at all. Robert, the real Robert, was someone far different from the bundle of masculine aggression and determination he had been raised by for nearly 2 decades. The man in the SUV, the one who was so open and inviting in the most sinful way...He was something new. Maybe something better.
“I’m not so sure about that,” Jake said, hands gripping the edge of the mattress, so he didn’t grab his dad instead. “I met someone new tonight. Someone real. I liked what I saw,” he responded. Robert’s eyes widened, beginning to grasp the full extent of his son’s feelings toward him.
“...Is that why you...did what you did?” Rob asked, in the meekest voice Jake had ever heard utter from the man’s lips. It wasn’t the voice of his old man, but the new one, the one kept buried and hidden for all of these years. The one Jake couldn’t stop thinking about after seeing him sprawled in agony across the backseat.
“Honestly, I don’t know why I did it...Or why I want to do it again,” and now he did touch his father, his hands coming to rest on his father’s thick, blanket-clad legs. What he was saying was wrong, clearly, but then why did it feel so right when he spoke that way? Why had it felt so good when he slid his hand inside his father’s helpless body?
Robert stared at Jake for a good long while, the implications of his son’s words hanging in the air. Neither man said another word, the only sounds in the small room were the rattling of an old heater and Robert’s restless hands anxiously clutching the sheet and blanket covering the lower portion of the hospital bed. Underneath his firm grip, Jake could feel his dad’s leg muscles tense, the older man’s body on alert after what had transpired only hours ago.
Eyes locked onto his father’s handsome face, Jake slowly slid the blanket down Rob’s body until it pooled in a crumbled ball at his dad’s feet. Jake checked his father’s lined face for any overt signs of resistance, any tells that might make him think his father didn’t want his attentions. There was a nervousness about the man, that was for sure, but not the fear or especially the anger he had been expecting. Instead, an indecipherable expression was painted on his dad’s face, one that hid whatever complex feelings his dad must have been experiencing. Rob looked as stoic and masculine as ever, still a far cry from the more jovial or temperamental sides that Rob showed to most of the world. It was an expression that spoke more of resignation and, Jake told himself, something hinting at curiosity.
Intrigued and emboldened now, Jake brought his hand back up to the temptation of his dad’s muscular thighs, kneading the fleshy dough of those familiar legs. He had never considered his dad’s legs sexy before, or any man’s really, but that was all changing too. Now those legs were just two more pieces attached to the man that he was rapidly becoming fixated on. He vaguely recalled pressing on his dad’s legs as a young boy, but now the roles couldn’t be more different. Those limbs, which had always felt like tree trunks, big, solid, and impenetrable, now carried an erotic sensuality he could barely express.
Reluctantly leaving them behind, his hand traveled up higher, slipping underneath the flimsy hospital gown that did little to protect his father beyond the most basic ideas of modesty. It was remarkably similar to reaching up a girl’s skirt, a familiar and horny comfort that he was well- versed in, yet somehow completely different too. Where with a woman there was only smooth skin and perhaps the most modest amounts of public hair, here his dad was as hairy as anywhere else on his body. The act of feeling up pussy had taken on a decidedly masculine edge he had never anticipated and now found himself craving more of.
“Give me a reason to stop and I will,” Jake whispered, feeling like he was betraying himself just by saying the words. He gave his dad one last meaningful look, one final chance to voice an objection before he plunged them both off the cliff. One time could be excused as a freak occurrence brought about by the stress of the situation. An obvious lie, but one both men could learn to believe over time. But twice? That was a pattern. An intentional commitment to whatever depraved journey they had landed upon after the blowout sent them off that country road. But Rob’s face didn’t change an iota. He held his son’s gaze with an expression hovering between wonder and surrender. Jake didn’t know what his dad was thinking, or what sort of mental gymnastics the older man might have been doing in his head to rationalize what was happening, but when he looked into those eyes of his father’s, all he could see in them was Yes, Yes, Yes...
Jake groped around the mostly unfamiliar territory, not bothering to lift the hem higher to light his way. He could prowl around in the dark all he needed to. The way his dad was reacting was too sweet to interrupt with something as mundane as lifting a gown. Soon enough he found it, that nub of sensitive flesh that drove women crazy when he played with it. His fingers touched it for the second time, feeling the fleshy button, almost like rubbing the head of his own cock. He knew all about pleasuring a woman, but how would his father, fully awake now, react to being stimulated this way? Would he squirm and moan like a whore, spreading his legs wider and giving his own son easier access to his most delicate place?
He rubbed a thumb across Rob’s clit, slow and methodically. Despite the danger of their surroundings, and the danger of their entire coupling if he was being honest, he felt no need to rush. He remembered the feeling of those velvet folds on these same fingers only hours earlier, and now those digits were mapping out the rest of Rob’s cunt, planting a flag of ownership with each inward circling motion. Still, Rob made no motion to stop his son. There was just the same wide-eyed stare of amazement painted onto his irises.
Rob’s cunt must been sore after its recent usage, a thought that made Jake’s blood boil in desire, but his clit seemed to have come out of the experience unscathed and was becoming responsive to his son’s prodding, hardening to a pointed nub. Jake grinned, watching as Rob’s lip began to tremble.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he said to his dad, not a question but a statement of fact. Rob nodded softly, a dreamlike, hazy expression settling over his eyes as Jake’s strumming sped up a notch. Rob’s legs were shaking now, but certainly not in fear, and the sight made Jake smile down at his dad. He groped his own package openly in front of his old man, delighting in the way Rob’s eyes narrowed and his breath quickened. He wanted it as badly as Jake did.
Jake yanked his hand away, noting the almost imperceptible whimper that escaped his dad’s mouth at the halting of his fingers. The mere fact that he could get his own dad hot and bothered after what he had just gone through was almost more than Jake could handle. With a decisive push of his hands, he lowered the guard rail and climbed onto the bed with his father, settling on top of the older man and between his legs.
Rob’s eyes stared at Jake’s crotch, bewilderment on his face as Jake untied the drawstrings at his waist and allowed the loosened garment to slip down his hips far enough for him to fish out his erect cock. Now Rob gaped openly, mouth wet and surprised. Jake was fairly certain Rob had never seen Jake’s dick erect before, so the size of his genitals must have been as much of surprise to his dad as the older man’s loose cunt was to him. The thought made him strangely proud. His dad wasn’t the only one hiding a treasure in his pants.
He nudged his dad’s knees with his own, making his intentions clear. It was Rob’s last chance to turn back, to pretend this wasn’t happening and fall back into the role of the ball-busting, hard-ass man he presented himself as to the world, but Rob seemed to have settled into the fate that had landed so gracelessly on top of him. His dad didn’t say a word, but instead opened his legs just enough to make space for his oldest son to settle between and take his rightful place. Words were no longer necessary for father or son.
The coupling wasn’t gentle or graceful. Jake was too far gone to care about his dad’s needs, and besides, they were a father and son fucking in a hospital room, they were already breaking too many rules, so there was no time for comfort or finesse. All it took was a couple of stabs in the dark and Jake was fully sheathed in the loose heat of his own father’s pussy. A strangled gasp erupted from Rob’s lips, before Jake’s palm slammed over the big mouth, trapping anymore protestations that might stop the mating, or worse draw the curious to this scene of twisted incest.
Jake filled his dad’s cunt with the entire length of his ample erection, pushing in and out with rabbit thrusts. He was using his dad’s body for his pleasure, same as he had in the SUV, and if he had his way it would be the same when they were back home after being discharged from this whirlwind of a night. Jake had sampled the forbidden fruit and found he had a taste for its sweetness.
Rob took it all without complaint. It had to hurt, no doubt about that, but Rob was a man in every way that counted except for the one hole in his armor that his son was now gleefully filling. Rob’s eyes stared up at his son’s face, teary-eyed and unblinking. One palm white-knuckled the guardrail, while the other clenched onto the back of his son’s shirt collar hard enough to cut into Jake’s neck. He seemed to be in a state beyond simple pleasure or pain, and his cunt was as wet as it had been in the SUV. Jake wasn’t sure if it was just residual fluid from earlier in the evening or not, though he secretly hoped it was coming from a place of pleasure, even depraved pleasure such as this. Rob’s body shook from the thrusts, but his legs stayed open. No intelligible words slipped from the chapped lips rubbing hotly on his son’s sweaty palm, just an exhale of breath during the deepest part of each thrust, a quick and steady, “Ah...Ah...Ah...Ah…”
Jake didn’t say anything either, too focused on the unbelievable sensations of taking his own father in the most biblical sense. For him, it felt like was riding the open space of his dad’s cunt for hours, but in reality, it was maybe 5 minutes, before he was spilling the McManus seed into his own sire. He didn’t scream or shout, didn’t perform like he would with his girls. He simply thrust his cock into the wet heat of his dad’s vagina to the root and let himself spill inside the recently vacated womb.
Rob could tell what he was doing, because the man’s eyes tightened close and his lips quivered as he struggled to contain some kind of complex emotion. Then, his eyes opened once more, tears spilling freely now, and the look he gave his son was one of naked adoration. The man visibly winced as his son dismounted, and he naturally closed his legs tight as Jake tucked himself back into his pants. They had only just managed to rearrange themselves back into a responsible configuration when they heard another knock on the door, and that same nurse from before peeked her head into the room, asking innocently,
“How are you boys doing? Can I get you anything?” Jake forced a smile onto his face, painfully aware of how flushed he must look, but to his surprise, Rob grinned at the lady as easily as slipping on an old shirt.
“I think we’re doing just fine, ma’am,” he said, charm rolling off in easy waves. “Ain’t that right, Jacob?” he said, winking at his son. Jake bristled at his dad’s behavior, flustered at almost getting caught, but aslo wrestling with unease at how easy it was for his dad to wear a mask around others. How he used to wear it around him. Rob and the nurse, chatted back and forth for a bit, the older McManus even flirting a bit with the older woman, which simmered a sharp pang of jealousy in Jake’s stomach that he hadn’t expected. All the while that same placid, Fake Dad personality was on display. Only the mention of being able to see his newborn son seemed to pierce the veil, and for a second Jake saw a glimmer of vulnerable happiness cross his Dad’s face, before the curtains settled back into place.
After the nurse finally left the room, the smile left Rob’s face in an instant, and he slid bonelessly back down onto the mattress. “Holy hell…” the man muttered, and he suddenly looked every day of his 43 years.
“...You ok?” Jake hesitantly asked, which earned him a sharp snort from the bed.
“What do you think?” Rob muttered back, but there was no real fire in his voice, just a bonedeep weariness. The days events had taken their toll and were finally catching up to the man. Jake scooted his chair closer to his father, his knees touching the edge of the bedframe. He leaned over the guardrail, hands clenching it nervously as he asked his Dad,
“Please tell me you’re ok…” Rob didn’t say anything for a long, painful moment, but eventually he opened his eyes again, and nodded once.
“I will be,” he managed, and brought his own hand up to the rail, letting it settle next to his son’s, the tips of his fingers slipping underneath the warm flesh of his eldest child’s palm. Jake released a breath he hadn’t known he had been holding and finally relaxed, if only a little. He watched his father slip back into slumber, and as he listened to the smooth inhale and exhale of breath going to and from his father’s lungs, he allowed himself a moment to inhale the scent of the slumbering man. The old, familiar scent of sweat, the woods, and citrus filled his nostrils, but now joined with a new spice he didn’t recognize at first, but blushed as he realized he was smelling himself. The thought of the scent of Jacob McManus coming from his dad’s pores no longer filled him with fiery lust, but the embers of possessive contentment smoldered below the surface. It was enough for now. The time of confusion was drifting in the rearview mirror. They had crossed a threshold into uncharted territory and he knew for certain that he would get what he needed from Rob now. After all, he thought, looking down at the spot hidden beneath the blanket and his father’s tightly closed legs, Robert McManus was made for it.
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