All in the Family

All in the Family

dancingfool@rocketmail.com

Part 1

I thought I was lucky when I discovered my brother wanted me as much as I wanted him, but I found out it was even better than that.

Brian and I got back from our visit with our uncles in New York ready to fuck every day, but now that we were home again, it wasn't going to be so easy. For one thing, Brian lived on campus during the week and was only home on the weekends, and for another, Dad was usually around. We talked about Dad of course, and how cool it would be if we could do what we were doing together with him -- 'cause he's a stud -- but there was no chance of that. For one thing, he just never talked about sex -- what we knew we picked up from talk at school and books, whatever. And he never dated or anything, which seemed kind of strange, because, like I said, he was really gorgeous. He's six-four and built like a god. Brian gets his hairiness and build from Dad, but not his coloring -- while Brian's hair and mustache are sandy brown and gold, Dad's are really black. And he's got this sort of stern face with heavy brows and a strong nose. The thing is, Dad's really warm and friendly and has a great sense of humor, but only when you get past his reserve, I guess. Most people never find out, since he's pretty intimidating at first sight.

He was always ready to talk about anything with us, and never made us feel like our problems were unimportant, but he also had a vaguely remote manner, as if there were things about his own life he didn't want to burden us with. It's not like we were pining for him or anything though -- when you're 18 and 19, like we were, you can keep each other pretty busy.

It was Friday afternoon, and we had both gotten home kind of late. I'd had rehearsal after school for the spring dance concert -- my last one, since I was a senior -- and Brian was coming from his usual workout on campus, but there was still time to get our rocks off before Dad got home from Uncle Max's. I got in ten minutes before Brian, and had stripped down to shower, when I heard him coming up the stairs.

"You shower yet, Bro?" he called as he reached the landing.

"I'm getting in now," I answered as he appeared in the doorway. He obviously hadn't either -- he was still in the sweaty tank and shorts, his hair still damp, and I could smell his powerful musk across the bathroom.

His smile widened as he stepped into the room and reached past me to turn off the shower tap, gripping my shoulder with his other hand. "We haven't had a real down-and-dirty session for a while, Bro -- how about it?"

I saw the glint in his eyes, and my cock hardened as my arms went automatically around his narrow waist. I grabbed his muscular glutes and pulled him against me to grind our crotches together -- he was already hard in his shorts! His huge arms wrapped around me, and his mouth locked on mine, his tongue searching my mouth. We stood there for at least a minute, swapping spit, inhaling each other's breath and musk, before he broke our hug. Turning me with one hand, he marched me into our bedroom, pulling off his shorts with the other hand and kicking off his shoes. He was right -- we hadn't had a sweaty fuck (at least not to begin with) for a while, and I couldn't wait.

I flopped down on my back on the bed, my cock throbbing and drooling against my belly, and watched grinning as he impatiently ripped off his jock and shirt. He always wants me pretty bad (and vice versa), but this time he was already at fever pitch almost before we started! I smirked and slowly spread my legs wide for him, just to push him to the edge.

"You don't know how long that two-mile drive was from campus today, Bro," he panted, hopping as he pulled off a sock. "I couldn't even finish my last set of reps -- I was thinking about you waiting for me at home and I thought my cock was gonna break inside my jock!" Finally free of the other sock, he threw himself on top of me. Even though all of it's great, this is still about the best moment for me, when I'm finally crushed under my brother's huge hairy body -- reeking his familiar smell! I hooked my ankles over his ass and devoured his mouth. We sucked face for a moment, grinding our cocks together, and then he moved down, arching his back to drop his fat fuckhorn down between my sweaty ass cheeks. At the same time he turned his head and spat a wad of his incredibly viscous saliva into his palm. Like Pavlov's dogs reacting to the bell, I always start to pant and salivate when he does that, knowing I'm about to get what I need most on earth!

His purple glans was so slimy with his copious precum flow we hardly needed lube, but he swabbed my funky ass crack with his spit and positioned his insistent cockhead against my pucker. "Here we go again, little brother," he whispered, looking me in the face, and slowly began to push his tapered prong into my voracious rectum. I know every millimeter of my brother's huge penis by now, but it's still new every time, and I gasped as his beautiful brother-fucker penetrated my sphincter. The head slides in easily, but it broadens to nearly the thickness of my wrist where it rears up out of his pubic jungle. At first I barely feel it, but by the time he's completely inside me I feel completely stuffed with my brother's meat.

As his pubes flattened my balls between us we both groaned with relief. Slowly he pulled out, just an inch, and quickly rammed it back in as we continued to eat each other's faces. Again he raised his pelvis and then slammed back in. I ground my ass up against his hips and opened my eyes to discover . . . that we were busted!!

Dad was standing in the doorway looking right at us! We'd been so hot for each other we hadn't even heard anything -- no garage door, no engine, no front door, no nothing! And he wasn't due home for another half-hour at least! We both froze, looking over at Dad, and Brian's cock softened slightly inside me. But there was no way to pretend we were doing anything else -- the jig was up. For a long moment nobody moved, and I could hear all three of us breathing. Then I noticed an odd thing: Dad was in his socks. And there were no keys in his hand, as there always are when he gets home, jingling to announce his arrival. And last but not least, he didn't look mad. At first he'd looked amazed, but now his face was frozen in a strange expression and finally I realized he was trying not to smile!

"Gotcha, boys!" he grinned at last. "I thought something was going on, but I didn't guess you'd gotten this far!" My thoughts were racing -- "this far"? What? He'd known all along! He'd ambushed us! He must have parked down the block and crept into the house in his socks! He was laughing now, and his hands went to his fly and started unbuttoning it. At the same instant Brian's cock swelled in my ass and mine surged against his belly as we realized what was going on. It was okay with Dad -- maybe more than okay!

"Well, go ahead, son -- finish what you started!" he said to Brian, walking over to the bed and standing with his hands on his hips, " -- don't keep your brother waiting!" Looking at me he added, "Think you can save some for Dad?" And with that he dropped his jeans and freed his enormous cock, and both of us stared at it for the first time, mesmerized. As soon as I got my breath back I said, "Oh yeah, Dad!"

Brian looked down at me, back at Dad's erection, back at me, said, "Do you believe this?" and then began slamming his fucker into me for all he was worth. In record time he let loose in my ass, moaning with each gush inside me -- at least five times. I was near the edge too -- it was almost too much, between my brother and my dad -- but somehow I held off. Brian slumped on top of me panting and sweatier than before.

"That's my boy, Brian -- what a stud! You make your dad proud!" said Dad, who had been watching us intently and stroking his huge meat along with Brian's humping. Looking at me he said, "Don't come yet son -- wait till I'm inside you, huh?"

Brian grinned and kissed me before lifting himself off me, pulling out his still rigid cock, and moved aside to watch Dad take me. Dad had the rest of his clothes off by then, and knelt on the bed between my thighs.

"You ready for this, son?" he asked me.

"Shit, Dad, I just can't believe it! I've wanted this for so long -- you don't know!" I said.

"At least I don't have to worry about whether your narrow little ass is loose enough -- you've been training with a stallion!" he smirked, reaching over to cop a feel of Brian's bobbing fuckhorn.

"You boys are both so beautiful," he said, suddenly quieter, sitting back on his heels with his hands on my knees. He looked from one of us to the other, really serious, almost sad.

"Are you sure this is okay with you, Dad?" I asked hesitantly.

"Yes, son -- it's more than okay," he said earnestly. Both of us watched him, hanging on his words. "You don't know how lucky you and your brother are!" he continued. "Most guys spend their adolescence masturbating feverishly in secret, hoping they won't get caught, and praying some girl -- whom they might not even like! -- will give in some time and let them have a piece of ass. Or a guy will hope maybe one of his buddies will fool around with him, and then not call him a fag afterward. But if you can do it with your own brother, you're home free! And you two especially -- you don't see many brothers who treat each other as well as you do. I've never told you, but I've been so proud of you all your lives -- how little you argue, let alone fight, how supportive you are. This is just the icing on the cake -- ," he added, suddenly smiling again, " -- finding out your love is actually physical!" He grinned at both of us, squeezing my knee and Brian's shoulder. "But enough talk already -- how about if I show you how I feel?" And his enormous penis bobbed up again between my thighs.

"Shit, Dad, I can't believe this!" said Brian, starting to stroke himself again. "We were so afraid of what you'd do if you caught us!"

"Nothing to worry about, Brian," Dad said smoothly, leaning over me and positioning his huge glans in my sloppy pucker, "it just runs in the family!" For a moment I wondered just what he meant, but the prospect of finally getting Dad's big fucker inside me blotted out everything else out.

"God this is hot!" Brian said, starting to sweat again. He bent down to kiss me and then pulled back to watch my expression as Dad inched his way into me, as excited just watching me as I was, actually getting it. I could hardly control myself, looking at the two faces I love most hovering over me, electrified with lust. When Dad hit bottom in my ass, Brian began stroking my chest with one hand and feeling Dad's mighty cockroot where it was stretching my asshole to the limit. I reached for his rigid penis with one hand and for Dad's nipple with the other. As I started to tweak it, Dad groaned and rolled his eyes up. All three of us were panting pretty hard, united in an overwhelming need for each other.

"Aw, shit, boys, I'm not going to last long," Dad cried, plunging his fucker deep into my bowels again and again. Finally I let go of Brian and started fisting myself to join Dad on the edge of the precipice. Dad opened his eyes once more to look down at me in wonder, and then his orgasm squeezed them shut again as he filled me with gush after gush of Dadcum and I exploded all over my belly. Brian had continued on himself where I left off, leaning over us, and splattered Dad and me with his second load, moaning the loudest of all.

Dad dropped flat onto my body and Brian flopped down beside us in a swamp of semen and sweat, our arms wrapping around each other, and we shared our first three-way kiss. Our tongues wrestled, roaming from mouth to face to mouth, as we swapped spit and rubbed mustache against mustache and stubble against stubble. Just inhaling the sweet breath of my father and brother and tasting their essences was intoxicating, and I closed my eyes to memorize the moment forever.

Part 2

After our first three-way lovemaking, life settled into a new routine at home for Dad and Brian and me. There were a lot of changes. For one thing, Dad took us out the very next day and bought a king-size bed, and we ditched the twin beds we'd had for the last ten years. (Of course it hadn't been a problem until the last year!) "You boys are going to want each other every day," Dad said. "A twin bed just isn't big enough for two -- never mind three!" he added with a wink. For another thing, there were never any closed doors any more. There was also a lot less laundry -- basically, we stopped wearing clothes around the house. It was such a trip being able to feast my eyes on Brian and Dad all the time. You would think it would get old, or normal or something, but it never did. The real turn-on was knowing that Dad really wanted us to do it together, and loved to watch us.

When we got home that afternoon he sat us down in the living room and laid down the law. "I don't know if you boys need me to tell you this, but when I was a kid I always wished someone would tell me how it was, instead of letting me guess." He paused at looked seriously at both of us. "I just want you to know that what you've been doing, and what we're all three doing now, is a wonderful thing -- even though you'll have a hard time finding anyone who agrees with that. Incest is about the dirtiest word in the language, but that's only because it almost always means rape. If no one forces you -- and I could see in a second that there was no coercion going on with you two -- there's no problem. And that's the only argument there can be against it -- besides inbreeding," he concluded with a laugh.

"So I want you boys to make love whenever you want to -- I'll never cramp your style. In fact, I hope you'll let me watch, 'cause you two together are better than any porno flick! You think you can do that for your old Dad?" he asked.

"Uh, well -- we can sure try," I said ironically, as Brian answered "No problemo, Dad!"

"But seriously, Son," Dad said to Brian, "You don't pressure your brother, do you?"

Brian's eyes popped and his jaw gaped in mock indignation. I started to snicker. "Are you kidding, Dad?" he cried. "That horny little slut won't let me alone! He'd spread his legs ten times a day if I were up to it!"

"Is that true?" Dad turned to me with a ghost of a smile.

"Well, uh, yeah -- I guess so," I conceded sheepishly. "But Dad, it just feels so good! And look at him -- can you blame me?"

"No, I guess not. So I suppose I'll just have to help him out! You think the two of us could satisfy you?" he asked, his arm sliding around my waist.

"Oh, yeah, Dad -- you know it!" I answered, laughing, grabbing his thigh in my left hand and reaching for Brian with my right.

On a typical morning, Dad would come in to our bedroom (if we hadn't fallen asleep with him the night before!) while we having our usual morning fuck. He'd be naked and grinning, with the standard morning hardon. Stroking that huge dad-cock, he'd watch Brian bone me until he shot his first load of the day up my ass, and as soon as Brian was done, Dad would replace him between my legs and add his own load to Brian's while Brian watched. When he was finished he'd kiss me and grin, "Morning, son!" before pulling out. While Dad showered, Brian and I usually had a second lazier fuck and I'd jerk off while Brian fucked me.

Some mornings, though, I woke up hungry for my brother's cum. (It was always a hard decision for me: up my ass, or down my throat? Oh well, as long as I got it inside me!) So I would gently ease out of his arms, and slide down on the bed so I could take that fat brother-fucker in my mouth. But first I'd sniff his funky crotch, crusted with cum from the night before. His crotch-smell was like a drug to me -- almost better than his armpits. He always slept pretty soundly (which was no surprise considering the near-constant workout we gave each other!), and usually I'd get his thick meat into my mouth and be a few strokes into it before he started swimming toward consciousness. First I'd hear a moan, and then he would reach down to hold my head as it bobbed over his shaft. Still with his eyes closed, he'd spread his thighs to give me access to his tight pucker. Wetting my fingers in the drool at the root of his meat I'd gently work them into his tight sphincter: first one, and then two (but no more), and when his moans told me he was close I would plunge them all the way in to push him over the edge. With a strangled "Ah, shit!" or a wordless cry he'd pump my creamy breakfast down my gulping throat -- always the biggest load of the day!

A week after that first Friday together, Dad came home with some good news. We were up in the bedroom when we heard the front door open. "Yo, boys, Dad's home!" he yelled up the stairs. "Are you two at it again?"

"Well, you don't want us to break our record, do you, Dad?" called Brian -- Dad had caught us in the act every day so far. And that was fine with him, because he almost always joined us.

We could hear him taking the steps four at a time. "No, you horny studs, I don't want stop your fun," he said, coming in the bedroom door. "But I've got a surprise for you -- how'd you like to take a trip?

We stopped our humping and sat up to listen. Dad dropped his jacket and tie on a chair, and sat down on the bed to unbutton his shirt.

"It's by way of a celebration, boys. We've got a lot to celebrate. You did a great job in the show, Son" -- this, looking at me -- "and in a week you'll graduate high school. And Brian, you've finished a year at Stanford, and the results were not too shabby! I think that's enough right there, but we've got something more -- we've discovered we've got more in common as a family than any other I've ever heard of. So I thought we'd spend some quality' time in the nicest place I could think of."

We looked at him expectantly. "Well!?" we chorused finally.

"How do three weeks in Waikiki sound?"

We gasped in astonishment. We'd been bugging Dad about Hawaii for a couple of years now, but it was never the right time. We'd been on plenty of good trips, usually with Uncle Max as well, to Yosemite, Tahoe, the Grand Canyon, Las Vegas, and our favorite, Disneyland, but we wanted the tropics.

"Shit, Dad, that's great!" we said, almost together. "But just us three?" Brian asked. "No Uncle Max? He always comes with us!"

Dad and his older brother are really close and always have been. He lives nearby, and Dad stops off at Uncle Max's before he comes home most nights. He's been on almost every family trip after Dad and Mom split up, and we always have a great time with him. He's a pretty glamorous for an uncle: because he's a photographer, he doesn't have a regular schedule, and he travels a lot. (In fact, just then he was on an assignment in New Zealand -- that's why Dad was getting home earlier than usual.) He's as handsome as Dad, but with a wiry build and very little body hair, except on his legs. Actually it's the same body type as mine.

"Well, that's a little bit of a problem, isn't it?" Dad answered. "We can't exactly invite him along for this, can we?"

He was right -- it was a problem. I wished he could come, but I doubted he was ready for this! "Well, I guess not," I agreed reluctantly.

"But I think we'll manage to have some fun anyway, no?" Dad asked, pulling off his shoes. When he stood up to drop his pants, I forgot about the trip for the moment.

Dad climbed onto the bed behind Brian and put a hand on his shoulder. "You haven't come yet, have you, Son?"

"Gimme a break, Dad -- sure, a couple of times. We've been home for hours!" Dad looked disappointed. "But not for at least half an hour," Brian finally added with a leer.

Dad's smile returned. "Good. How about trying something new? I know you're Mr. Topman with your brother, but how'd you like to get it at the same time?"

This was obviously something Brian hadn't considered and we watched him think about it. I could see him turning it over in his mind and coming to a happy decision. "Oh, yeah, Dad -- that would be so hot!" he burst out at last.

Dad spit into his hand and reached down behind Brian. "Well, just keep fucking your brother and I'll start loosening you up."

So Brian leaned over me again and slowly started to pump in and out again. I watched his face as Dad introduced him to a new sensation. He was already used to my hand up there when I sucked him off, of course, but this was the first time he was going to get fucked! He continued to look me in the face, but every minute or so his eyes would close involuntarily as Dad reached a new spot or stretched him farther. All the while he was giving little moans as he pumped his rigid brother-fucker into my ass. Just watching him as Dad penetrated him was making me rigid too. Finally Dad straightened up behind him. "Ready, Son? Try to relax," Dad murmured as he positioned himself to take his older son for the first time.

Dad pushed in, and suddenly Brian froze. "Shit, Dad -- it's huge!" he gasped. Sweating with anticipation and excitement, he leaned over me, breathing hard, and then held still for Dad.

"It's okay, Son, just relax -- we'll take it slow," said Dad, stroking his back and shoulders. My cock was standing straight up by now, dripping copiously as I watched my Dad enter my brother. I wished I could see Brian's asshole stretch for Dad's penis, but I could feel Dad's every movement transmitted through Brian's ass and cock into my own ass as Dad slowly penetrated him. Brian lowered himself onto me to try to relax, and instead of biting the pillow, locked his mouth on mine. I hugged him tight to me and sucked his thrusting tongue deep into my throat, swallowing his moans. Dad grinned down at me over Brian's shoulder, and then, as his pubes hit Brian's ass crack, his eyes rolled up in bliss.

Feeling Dad completely inside him, Brian was suddenly electrified with lust. He heaved his sweating body up off me, and began thrusting into my ass again. "Oh shit, Dad! This is so hot!" he cried. "Aw fuck, Bro! I'm gonna come!" Dad held still so that with each upstroke Brian impaled himself further on Dad's cock as he pulled out of me, and with each downstroke he thrust deeper into me as he pulled off of Dad. His eyes were wild and his hair was flying. I reached for his nipples and drove my thumbnails into them, harder and harder, until suddenly his groan peaked and with an urgent whine he exploded into my asshole.

Dad's arms encircled his torso from behind as I slowly released his nipples. For a moment he couldn't speak. "Shit Dad! -- that was fuckin' incredible!" he sighed at last, turning to give him a sloppy kiss. Dad just chuckled as he hugged and kissed his son. All three of us held still for a moment as Brian came back to earth, and then Dad reached for my still rampant cock.

"What about your brother here?" he asked. "You've had your turn -- now give your old man a chance." Gently he pulled his great dad-cock out of Brian's no-longer-virgin hole, and Brian then slowly withdrew his deflating brother-cock from mine. Brian moved aside and Dad crawled up over me to position his slimy son-fucker at the spermy entrance to my rectum. I started to breathe harder and my heart beat faster as I felt Dad's huge glans stretch my anus. I reached for his great shoulders and he bent to kiss me, slowly pushing his giant penis into me.

At our side, gripping his already rehardening brother-fucker in one hand, Brian reached between our bodies to stroke the secret spot under my balls he can always find. My right hand reached unconsciously for my cock as Dad began to work in and out of my welcoming ass. My gaze flicked back and forth between my gorgeous brother and my hunky Dad, both of them staring steadily into my eyes as they felt me approach climax. "That's it, Son -- come for your Dad -- come for your big brother." Dad growled. I gave a wail of ecstasy, and just as my throbbing cock shot between us, Dad groaned deep in his chest and thrust the whole length of his gushing fuckhorn deep into my bowels.

Part 3

"Check out all those palms on the white sand!" In the plane Brian leaned across me to look out the window as we approached Honolulu International, making sure to give me a good whiff of pungent armpit and squeezing my crotch at the same time. Pretending to fight him off I wrapped my arms around his body and squeezed him tight. I was bursting with joy: we'd spent most of the trip making plans about what we were going to do and see, and wondering what the hotel would be like. Dad would only say it was "pretty nice." But the prospect of spending three weeks with my brother and my dad with nothing to do but fuck our brains out was keeping my rod stiff in my shorts, which Brian had discovered in his little maneuver. Dad smiled at our wrestling, but arched an eyebrow to murmur, "Careful, boys!" confirming us in our happy circle of conspiracy.

The hotel was amazing: the oldest hotel on the island, it was great wooden palace built in 1910 in the classical style with white columns and moldings -- but without doors. From the port-cochère you could see right through the lobby to the Banyan tree, the beach and the ocean beyond. There were even Hawaiian bathing beauties in native wraps handing out real leis as we arrived! We were totally into it and each of us took one, even if we would have preferred native surfer studs. Dad checked us in while we scoped out the lobby and the courtyard bar built around the Banyan tree. As it would be for the entire time we were there, the sunshine was perfect, streaming through the leaves to make a dappled pattern on the pavement and drinkers alike. We were standing at the balustrade checking out the local talent when Dad came up behind us and slipped an arm around each of our waists.

"Like what you see, boys?" he asked. "Nothing but swimming, sand and drinks in the shade for the next three weeks -- think you can handle it?" Grinning from ear to ear we vigorously nodded our agreement. "Well then, I don't think a man with two strapping sons should have to pay a bellhop -- let's pick up those suitcases and march!" he said, goosing us both.

We jumped, collected the suitcases and brought them to the lift. "This is a high-class joint," observed Brian, pointing to the floormat bearing the legend Good Morning. "They must change the mat for the time of day!"

"Did you think we were in for a low-rent vacation, son?" said Dad. "For me and my boys, nothing but the best!"

On the fourth floor we got out and Dad unlocked a door on the far side of the 20-foot-wide corridor. "Home sweet home for a while -- hope it'll do," he said, throwing open the door. Inside, the room was filled with natural light, and huge windows overlooked the crowns of the palms in front of the hotel. There was, however, only one bed. Although it was a king, Brian and I looked at each other, nonplused. Of course we're closer than most families, but none of us is small, and we were going to need some sound sleep!

But Dad strode purposefully over to a huge pair of French doors just past the bed, and threw them open. In the room beyond, stark naked in the sunlight, standing over a half-unpacked suitcase, and grinning like a fool, was Uncle Max! Dad stepped into the room, saying in a low voice, "Hey there, Bro," and wrapped his arms around his naked brother. Uncle Max dropped the shirt he was hanging up and melted into Dad's embrace. We stared open-mouthed as they kissed each other and pressed their bodies together, Uncle Max's huge cock visibly lengthening and stiffening. Dad's hands crept down Uncle Max's back to grasp his brother's firm, muscular buttocks, and Uncle Max groaned, his mouth full of Dad's tongue, as Dad gently probed the deep cleft between his ass cheeks. Automatically Brian and I reached for each other, and when Dad and Uncle Max broke their clinch and turned to face us we were two pairs of Gemini, face to face, six feet apart.

"Y-you mean you and Uncle Max are lovers?" Brian finally stammered -- I was still speechless.

"Surprise, boys! Didn't I say it ran in the family? Why do you think I had such an easy time adjusting to it when I busted you two?"

"But -- but why didn't you say anything?" Brian asked. "I mean, we were doin' the same as you and your brother but you didn't say a word! How long have you guys been doin' it?"

"Well, to tell you the truth, I wanted to ask Max how we should break it to you. I knew I was going to tell you soon enough -- I just wasn't sure how. And of course it was something Max and I didn't even dare to hope for, and I wanted to share the news with my brother first. Since he was out of town, I had to wait a bit to speak with him, and finally we agreed that this was the best way. And we were only a little bit younger than you two when we discovered each other."

Uncle Max himself finally broke in: "I think there too many guys here wearing too many clothes -- how about we all get comfortable with this?" And he reached for Dad's belt and began to unbuckle it.

Now that the shock was finally wearing off, I was aware of something new, namely that my cock was stiff in my shorts and making a major wet spot in my left pant leg. And although I could hardly take my eyes off my uncle's huge boner, I could see that both Dad and Brian had the same problem as me. I turned to my brother and reached for his fly. A minute later all four of us were nude, and my brother and I moved to our dad and uncle and arms were encircling bodies, lips meeting mustaches, hips pressing against hips, hands groping asses, crotches rubbing against crotches, tongues wrestling as we shared a four-way embrace. Dad gently guided us all toward the big bed in Uncle Max's room, and we seethed over it in a writhing heap of incestuous lust.

Gradually Dad's attentions to his brother became more insistent, and Brian and I pulled back to watch our father reunite with his brother after a hiatus of a couple of weeks.

Uncle Max was on his back, with Brian and me on either side, and our handsome Dad knelt between his brother's long muscular legs, their twin cocks touching at the tips. "I missed you, Little Brother," said Uncle Max, gazing up at Dad with adoration all over his face.

"And I missed you, Bro," Dad answered huskily, leaning down to kiss him. With practiced assurance he smeared the copious flow of precum over his huge cock and positioned it at the entrance to his brother's ass. "Here I come again, Big Brother," he whispered, leaning in to his brother's thighs to broach the tight pucker of his anus. Uncle Max closed his eyes and let his head roll back as he accepted Dad's huge fucker into his narrow ass. His tight pucker stretched wide around Dad's thick pole, and it slid home like it belonged there, like it had been there a million times before. And so it had.

Uncle Max's great penis arched up out of his crotch, the head resting on his navel, and was drooling a great pool of precum into the little valley there. Unable to stop myself I leaned in between their bellies to lap up my uncle's liquor. At the touch of my tongue he opened his eyes and looked down at me and laughed.

"Well go ahead and screw me, Bro -- fuck me raw, like you always do! Show the boys how love your brother!"

Dad beamed back and pulled most of his cock out of his brother. Almost violently he slammed the whole length back in. Uncle Max didn't even blink, but continued to smile up at him. Now Dad's eyes closed has he settled into a steady rhythm, pulling his massive fucktool almost all the way out of Uncle Max and ramming it back in hard enough to rock the whole bed with all four of us on it. Watching our Dad prove his love for his brother had me almost hysterical with desire, and I reached in to feel their union, gripping his huge penis where it entered his brother's body, and stroking his great hairy balls as they bounced on his brother's ass. Brian reached for Uncle Max's beautiful cock as Max began to twist Dad's tits, and in only a few seconds we heard Dad's now familiar gasp and groan as he filled his brother's rectum with his thick semen. Uncle Max's groan mingled with Dad's as he pumped jet after jet of sperm onto his own chest under Brian's expert stroking.

I couldn't bear the need suffusing my whole body a moment longer, and I scrambled round my dad and uncle to my brother. "Fuck me, Bro -- fuck me now," I insisted, thrusting my rump at him on my hands and knees. Brian slicked his great horn with Uncle Max's semen and sank it into my starving asshole in one stroke as Dad and Uncle Max looked on. We both groaned with relief as my brother's huge bulk filled me, and I drove my ass against his hips. Brian's great arms encircled me, one around my chest and the other hand gripping my bursting cock. With long experience as his guide, he brought me to climax at the precise moment that he pumped his huge wad into my bowels with a groan of joy.

We slumped together on the bed next to Dad and his brother, panting with satisfaction. Uncle Max reached for Brian's cum-filled hand and he tenderly liked his nephew's wide palm clean of my semen, which he then shared with Dad in a long deep kiss.

"They're as hot as we've ever been, Bro," Uncle Max mumbled indistinctly to Dad, still licking the last vestiges of my load out of Dad's mustache and off his lips. "Was there ever a family of fuckers like us?"

"I doubt it, Bro," said Dad. "I strongly doubt it. "But what I want to see," he continued, warming to his subject, "is my son fucking my brother and my brother fucking my son."

Brian's still-hard penis twitched in my ass when he heard this, and my own throbbed under my belly. I looked over at Uncle Max to see that his cockhead was still rigid between his belly and Dad's. Dad heaved himself up off his brother and gently pulled his stiff fucker out of Uncle Max's asshole. Brian slowly pulled out of me, and turned to face Uncle Max.

"Come on then, nephew -- " said Uncle Max, "give me a ride that will make your dad proud! Fuck me like you fuck your brother!"

Smiling enigmatically, Brian positioned the tip of his fuckhorn in our uncle's sticky ass pucker. "Oh, I don't think I can do that, Uncle Max," he said seriously. "But I can fuck you like I fuck my uncle! -- is that okay?"

"Touché!" laughed Uncle Max. "You've only got one brother, and I wouldn't interfere with that."

And Dad and I watched as Brian's huge cockroot stretched Uncle Max's anus to its utmost. Avidly stroking his great tool, Dad reached for me. "Ready for Dad, Son?" he asked me. "We can't watch your brother fuck my brother and not join them!" I eagerly slid down under Dad, next to Uncle Max, and spread my thighs wide for my father. Uncle Max's arm went around my shoulders, and he kissed me gently as Brian continued to pound his ass. I grabbed Brian's wrist as Dad fucked me, and Uncle Max reached up to tweak his brother's nipple as his nephew fucked him, uniting us all in a brotherhood of incest. As he pounded my ass, Dad looked over at Brian. Breathing hard, he said, "Let's come together, Son -- are you almost there?"

"Yeah, Dad -- almost," Brian panted, gazing back at him to gauge his timing.

"How about you, Nephew?" Uncle Max asked, turning to me. Both of us were beating our cocks furiously as Dad and Brian rammed their meat into us.

"Yeah, almost, Uncle Max," I gasped out. "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, fucking goddamn!" I cried, and suddenly all four of us were pumping sperm into and onto one another, groaning and howling with joy.

As Dad and Brian eased onto Max's and my sweating, spunky bodies, the four of us exchanged kisses like four diners clinking glasses. I lay there in bliss, feeling Dad's heart pump in his chest against mine, Brian's pulse slowing in his wrist, and my uncle's breath in my ear. I just couldn't get over the profound pleasure of making love with my whole family -- my brother, my father, my uncle. And it wasn't as though Dad and Brian were just twice as good as Brian alone, and Max three times as good; rather it was like delight first squared and then cubed!

But there's no rest for the incestuous: after only about fifteen or twenty minutes of drowsy rapture, Dad barked, "All right, men -- break's over! You two" -- he looked meaningfully first at Uncle Max and then at me -- "have got one more round before we repair to the lounge for drinks!"

I grinned straight at my uncle, and he smiled back. "Ready for one more, Nephew o' mine?"

"Sure thing, Uncle Stud," I answered reaching for his rapidly reviving erection.

Dad and Brian reluctantly pulled out of our asses, and I slid around to face Uncle Max, who sat up on his heels. Dad put his arm over Brian's shoulders, and Brian rested his hand on Dad's thigh as they sat up to watch us. "That's what I want: first my son fucks my brother," Dad intoned, "and then my brother fucks my son!"

My ass was raw by now, of course, but the prospect of finally getting my long, thin, hairy-legged uncle up my eager asshole drove it right out of my mind. I propped myself up on my elbows to watch my uncle's long fucker enter me, and he gave me a happy leer.

"You don't know how long I've wanted this beautiful little dancer ass of yours, Son," he said. "I've been asking your dad for more than a year whether you were going to be a member of the family' or not. But of course he wouldn't say -- he didn't trust himself to judge. Thank god you two finally gave us a sign!" he smirked at Brian. And with that he smoothly drove his beautiful long prong into my now slack and messy ass-pucker.

"Aw fuck, Uncle Max!" I groaned as he hit home inside me, and again my cock stood up off my belly for my uncle.

"Remember what I told you, Dad?" Brian asked, snickering. "There's just no such thing as enough with my bro here."

"You didn't lie, Son -- just our good luck, I guess!" Dad answered. "Go ahead, Bro," he said to Max. "Give our boy what he's been needing for so long: a taste of his uncle!"

But Uncle Max was concentrating on entirely on me as he pounded against my spread buttocks. I looked down to watch my balls bouncing in my uncle's bushy pubes, and as I took my cock in my hand my brother bent down to lick my nipples, one after the other. Dad got down behind his brother to ream out the two loads he and Brian had deposited, and when Max felt his brother's tongue on his asshole, he sighed and grimaced with ecstasy and doubled the tempo of his thrusting between my thighs. Once again the four of us were united with a single purpose. As I watched my brother's beautiful head move across my chest and my uncle's handsome face above me, I felt Dad's hand stroking the connection between his brother and his son and it was suddenly too much for me. My nearly drained balls pumped out another load as my sphincter tightened around my uncle's thrusting cock, and he joined me in his own third climax.