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It wasn’t always like that
(A few hours ago)
(Adrian)
After a tough week of preparations, I finally took a chill pill when the day had arrived; the day when I’d finally be legally recognized and most importantly, the day- I’d attain the age of consent, I had been dying to fuck Aurora on my birthday, maybe even get her pregnant like Dad did to Mom on his 18th birthday.
I woke up early on my eighteenth birthday which is just like a tradition I follow, nothing new. Brushed, dressed and energetic I came downstairs, only to hear cries of sex coming from the hall outside the kitchen, at least that was what I thought. I thought of going away but my lust just asked for a small peek, just one glimpse because I had never seen real-life porn and it is obviously different from what I have jerked off to from over the internet.
I found my way to the hallway, making sure I did not even make a sound of breathing, taking long and slow breaths as I moved along the way, only to find nothing in the hall. The sounds had stopped but just as I started to turn around, I heard the sounds commence again, a moan “Ohh…!” which definitely seemed to have come from my dad. I made my assessment based on the depth of the voice.
I moved closer to the kitchen, the sliding door was shut closed, maybe to hide what was happening on the other side. No not ‘maybe’… ‘DEFINITELY’ There was no doubt in the fact that my dad was having sex in there with my mom. But anyways, I went closer, slowly opening the door and poking my head through, looking at the kitchen counter. I saw my dad’s ass, firm and delicious…Yeah! The two words that came into my mind back then when I saw him thrusting forward into mom. I know, it was so fucking wrong to think of my dad’s ass as ‘delicious’ but that is truly what it looked like; something to be devoured every day.
Anyways, moving on to the legs which lay across each shoulder of my dad. That was what confused me. They were definitely not my mom’s, they were built like a man, proper calves developed through relentlessly hitting the gym. I was entranced. Was he cheating on Mom? Undoubtedly. Was he fucking someone else right under Mom’s room? Yupp!
I silently entered the kitchen and shut the door. I moved a little to have a look on the lady he was fucking. Well, you already know what I saw! It was my own fucking brother getting railed by my dad. His eyes shut closed, his hands massaging the pecs of my dad, possibly on his instructions. Dad’s dick moved in and out a few inches as he thrust forwards and then backwards, fucking the shit out of Elijah. I was getting a hard-on just looking at my father and brother have a non-permissible fuck-session. This was wrong. So very wrong, but I did not have any courage to utter a single word. I stood there, rubbing my cock from over my shorts.
They were so lost in the fuck, that they never seemed to care who was watching them and who was not. Dad grabbed Elijah’s cock and started rubbing it and soon Elijah came all over his squished abs on the kitchen counter with a suppressed moan; I could practically see his asshole twitching around Dad’s dick. His hands fell onto the counter; he looked spent and a faint smile spread across his beautiful face. This earned him a grin from Dad, a grin of victory spreading on Dad’s face. Furthermore, Dad gave him a slap on the cheek which further added to his merry.
I had unknowingly brought my cock out of my shorts and I was rubbing it raw, beads of pre-cum lined the lush pink penis-head. My gaze never leaving them. Dad had gripped Elijah’s waist with one hand and with the other, he cupped all the cum on Elijah’s abs. He raised his hands slowly…This intrigued me even further. What would he do? Definitely feed it to Elijah. I thought- That’s what dominant tops do, right? Yupp.
My thoughts were shattered when Dad ate Elijah’s cum himself. He deviously ate every last drop of it, licking his own hand clean. Ohh! What a perfect cum-hungry bottom Dad would make…I thought again. I wanted to go and grab my dad’s ass and insert my dick in his delicious-looking butt. His body and curves drove me crazy. Ohh! How these thoughts immediately made me cum. I came with a loud moan, grabbing the attention of the two of them. My head fell back; I had never had such an orgasm. All the thoughts about fucking Dad were too much to handle for my balls and dick, and I shot a shit-load of cum, all over the kitchen floor.
I regained my conscious and looked at them with a smile. They looked devilish, as if they’d eat me alive. There was lust in their eyes. I didn’t try to hide myself, as if I had gotten some invisible courage. Well, they’re technically the ones fucking each other, which is possibly illegal. I stood there with my fully rigid ten-inch bull cock which refused to go flaccid even after cumming so much. There was no shock in their eyes, as if they had always known how big my dick was.
Then, slowly Dad began to fuck Elijah again. I remembered that he had not cum yet. Elijah signaled me to come to him. My shorts were resting on my ankles, I bent to pull them up but Elijah called, “Come on! Not them.”
I pushed them off, letting them remain on the kitchen floor. Now the courage that I was talking about, well, that courage urged me to get rid of my tee as well, so I pulled it off as well. And in full nude, I walked towards them. Dad had that cunning grin on his mouth again but he did not know that his days as the top were about to come to an end.
Elijah grabbed my hand and pulled me in for a gentle kiss which soon turned rough when our tongues started racing into each other’s mouths. This was wrong, I know. I was not gay, but all of this had turned me on so much that I just couldn’t bear to resist. I felt Dad exploring my ass cheeks, his hand giving me shivers but I pushed it away. He was taken aback as I could see from the disappointment on his face; he probably hoped to fuck his two sons together but I know what he desires truly- he desired my dick; he wanted to bury himself into it and I needed just a little time to teach that to him. Never once did I break the kiss with Elijah.
Elijah grabbed my dick and started stroking it. It had not gone soft till now. I felt jolts of ecstasy running down my spine. I lay on the counter experiencing the hand of my brother, massing my dick. Then Dad began breathing heavily. Both of Elijah’s legs were now tightly held by him using both hands, over his left shoulder, allowing me to still have a view of his dick fucking Elijah’s ass. Elijah’s dick was nearly in his mouth, with his squished position and legs in the air.
In a leap, he took his cock in his mouth, licking the remains of cum from the previous ejaculation. I couldn’t believe my eyes, what was all this. I had never seen fucking of this sort. This was raw. They did it like their lives depended on it. Full-on pleasure…Just fucking pleasure everywhere.
I stood up and went behind Dad. He hadn’t said a word till now. I kissed him on his neck from behind. He didn’t retreat, but rather tilted his head to the other side, resting it on Elijah’s feet, giving me better access. I sucked and sucked on his neck and then on his shoulder, leaving marks. My cock poked his left ass cheek. He had closed his eyes and surrendered himself to me. Only his will, pushed his pelvic forwards and backwards to keep fucking Elijah, who was himself lost in the world of his own dick. Even though he couldn’t suck more than his cock-head, he was so determined that he had not noticed that I had left the counter.
I slowly explored the body of my dad. It was wrong but aren’t we already past the boundaries. Even my body moved without my will, there was this thought inside of me that this was gay and I wasn’t gay, but then again, the pleasure of it all overpowered every thought I had.
(Kay)
I couldn’t say anything. I was transfixed. My body only moving to allow Adrian’s movements. I knew what was happening. It was my stupid fucking desire, or shall I say, it was my entire being.
Adrian’s hands explored my body. He pinched my nipples. He felt my dick driving in and out of his brother’s asshole. Then his hands went to my back. Slowly, he started rubbing my ass. My body shuddered under the impact but my legs had no will to move away. I enjoyed every bit of it.
I reminded me of my past with Ethan. Him doing the same things to me. Sucking my neck, spanking my ass, rimming it and then fucking it with all the force he had, once…twice…thrice…
Oh! Those were the golden days. It was just after I had learnt that there was no way to get rid of my gayness. I had to learn to live with it. This was after I had already had Elijah and Lorraine was pregnant with Adrian and Reilly, the twins.
I had been interested in men always, looking at their bulges even my dad’s.
I confronted my dad about my rising desires in adulthood after an attempt to therapy.
He said, “Son. I know that you like guys but think of the family lineage. We are known and feared for this.” And then, he stood up from his seat and took off his belt and unbuttoned his pants, revealing his dick to me. It was easily 6 inches even when soft. He rubbed it for a while and it stood at full mast; the length- fucking ten inches just like me.
“Our family is known for having the longest and thickest dicks. Its men are known for tearing pussies not having pussies. I want you to understand that.”
I was shocked at his thoughts. He wanted me to be a man, which I technically was but he wanted me to fit his standards of masculinity. Just as I was having these thoughts, he walked towards me and said, “However, there is also a secret to this family that no one knows, not even the females of the family.”
“Wh-What is it, Father?” I said, staring at his beautiful dick which was now eye level and just a few inches away from me. He took off his shirt and stood there, clad in nothing but his socks.
He pulled of his shirt, revealing his chiseled body. He was 45 and I was 19. My dick began rising, a clearly visible tent in my formals. My dad fell to his knees before me and began unbuckling my pants, releasing my aching cock. He took off my shoes, then my pants and then my shirt. It was like a dream, something I did not know, I was dreaming for, forever. I was naked too.
“What is it, Father?” I asked again. He silenced me and, in a leap, took my dick in his mouth. He began sucking me. This was unbelievable. So, this was the family secret. My hands rested on his head, pushing him further down on my cock.
My thoughts were shattered when I felt like pissing. It wasn’t actually piss. It was cum. I was cream-pieing Elijah. I also felt a finger in my own hole. It was the finger of Adrian. He had driven a finger into me, while I contemplated my past. Holy shit, this boy was good. I could see it from the fierceness in his eyes from the time he grew 17. I knew that this day would come but I wasn’t sure that it would come so fast.
I had only started fucking Elijah when I found him with a dildo up his ass, that is, last year, when he was 19. He has been such a good fucking bottom fulfilling every desire of mine except one, the desire to be fucked, to be fucked raw and hard and the day had come, where I’d fulfill that desire of mine after 3 long years of not getting fucked. My hole has shrunk, almost like I’m a virgin. Well, that is good. Adrian wouldn’t know that I have past experience. Experience which goes too deep. Experience which I can’t begin to describe.
I start pushing back on his finger and a grin spreads across his face.
(Adrian)
I knew that he was bitch deep down. Look at him fucking himself on just a finger of mine, pushing back on it as if it’s the only thing he wants. His asshole twitches around my finger as he cream-pies Elijah. Even Elijah is shook seeing Dad fuck himself on my finger.
I pull out my finger and see a disappointed look on his face. “Such a bitch you are.” I say with a laugh. Well, technically now that the three of us are here in the kitchen, fucking, we can scream as much as we can because there is no one else at home. Mom and Reilly went for shopping yesterday and stayed at a hotel for the night, they called and said that they’d be home by the evening, well…It was just 8 in the morning at this moment. It was going to be a long afternoon, I thought to myself.
“A wonderful birthday gift. Thanks to the two of you.” I said moving a little away from the counter to see the two of them. Dad brought his cock out of Elijah’s ass and a string of cum followed his twitching hole. Elijah was shocked to see Dad in such a state but he was also excited for my dick.
“Clean your mess, Dad.” I commanded like I normally do with the girls I fuck. Dad fell to his knees and ate out all of his cum from Elijah’s ass. Elijah squirted it all out into Dad’s mouth. I just stood there looking at the bitches I’ve got for life. I’ve gotten my virgin Dad willing to take my dick. I wouldn’t miss the chance to pop his cherry.
After a good minute or so, I say, “On the counter. On your back.”
Dad complies. Elijah just adjusts himself to get more comfortable. Both of them have erect dicks, their legs hand down from the counter.
“Pull your legs up to your face.” I command, again, a grin spreading across my face. Again, compliance.
Now,
I am standing naked in the kitchen with Elijah and Dad lying on their backs on the counter with their knees pulled up to their face; their jock holes peeking directly at me, waiting for my dick, my ten-inch bull cock now at full mast, to fuck them- fuck them HARD.
