And I thought that I had been whisked off to the land of far far away. I couldn't even imagine what might be in store for the rest of the long weekend. It was just the first evening! I mentally shook my head and Donkey made some sexual innuendo that was lost on the children.
I must have dozed off, because Hank woke me, "Hey, sleepy head, it's time for bed." The children were being carried upstairs, and Hank and I went to our rooms. Out of habit, I stripped down as soon as I was in the room, but then thought and grabbed my boxers.
"What's up with the boxers?" Hank said, as he stepped out his.
"I just thought.." I stammered. "I mean, your brothers, parents, families, I just thought..."
He laughed. "Look everyone is used to seeing people naked. My brothers grew up that way. Even their kids have seen everyone naked. It is just an open house; nothing sexual about it between the kids or families."
To prove his point, Bill walked in naked with Will right behind him, equally unclothed. "So who's sleeping with whom tonight?" Bill said, with that same version of Hank's smile that I loved so much.
Will was looking between everyone. Hank looked at me and said, "I think it's all a bit much for Kyle, so I think I am going to keep him to myself tonight. You guys go hit up Mike and Matt, and see who wants to switch off!" I didn't know if they were serious or not. Sure, I had messed around with Bill when he was visiting us, but his partner was here now.
I asked Hank about it after we had brushed our teeth, pissed together, and were climbing into bed. "Does that really go on?"
"Only if you want it to. Don't feel like you must. If it feels right and you are okay with it, then do it. I want you to fit in the way you want to fit in. I know this is a lot to take in. It might seem like a wild uncontrolled sex orgy, but really there are boundaries and guidelines. So do what you feel comfortable with, and no one is going to judge you."
He snuggled up behind me and spooned. That felt so good! I was tired and was trying to process all that happened, when Hank reached around and cupped my cock and balls in his hand. He whispered into my ear, "Good night, little brother," and kissed me on the neck. I drifted off with a smile on my face shortly after that.
"Rise and shine!" I woke to Hank's dad knocking on the door. I looked at the clock and it was eight! Hank stretched, and I reached down to encircle his morning wood. "No time for that right now, little brother. That knock and beckon means breakfast will be ready in 10 minutes, and if we are down by 15 minutes there won't be anything left to eat!"
He flipped the covers back, pulled my dick down, and let it snap back against my stomach. "Asshole!" I said.
"Fuck face!" he said, as we both headed to the bathroom. Bill and Will were both standing at the toilet shooting a stream of piss into the toilet. "Hurry up, you two. I got to pee!"
They both laughed, and Bill said, "Use the shower, like you used to at home." But they were soon done, and it was our turn to stand at the toilet. They cleaned up, and everyone put on boxers and a t-shirt, and headed down for breakfast.
Smells of coffee, bacon, and French toast filled the air as we descended the stairs. Hank's dad and Ted were manning the stove, while others distributed coffee, orange juice and milk. You got your plate, with eggs, bacon and French toast, and were sent off to the counter to apply butter and syrup. Then you grabbed something to drink, and off to find someplace to sit and eat.
There was much ribbing about Hank's dad's (Phil was his name) list; he had it on the refrigerator door. It lined out the time everything was to be started, and who was responsible for what. Everyone had assignments and everyone was expected to help with preparation, as well as clean up. Hank and I were assigned mashed potatoes and crescent rolls, which didn't require any work until just before time to eat.
After eating, everyone cleaned up from breakfast, and their rooms. Beds were made, clothes changed and teeth brushed. It was like a well oiled machine. The kids had fun, and received attention from all the uncles and aunts.
I had to laugh the first time one of the kids said, "Aunt Will," and I realized who they meant. I mentally shook my head again. What a wild family!
The game room was utilized, walks were taken, books read, and movies watched until around noon; then it was time for the family football game while the turkey roasted.
We were divided up into teams, and the game was wild with laughter, wild plays, and several pile ups that ended in tickling sessions. Hank and I were split up, and every time I managed to get the ball, which wasn't often, he made a point of tackling me and nearly pantsing me. This brought gales of laughter from one and all.
I think our team won, but wasn't really sure. Then it was off to the showers for the lot of us. Phil joined us, as did the young boys. Still the joking about size and hair continued. The oldest boy, Ted Jr, I think, was about 8 or so, and said, "Dad, when am I going to get hair down there?"
Phil answered, "They should start sprouting when you get to be 10 or 11. But you have to feed and water them to get them to grow!"
"Grandpa! I know what causes the hair to grow. I just couldn't remember when it is supposed to start. And I want my penis to get as big as my dad's!" This brought laughter all around.
"Aunt Will has the biggest one here," Harry said, and the shower rang with laughter.
"But my dad says that it isn't how big it is, but how it is used that matters," he rejoined.
"Well, spoken, Junior," Ted said, and Phil laughed and said, "Sounds like you have him on the right track."
It felt so right for the family to be so open, though nothing overly sexual was going on. Everyone was treated as an equal, and sex was not a taboo subject.
After we were cleaned up and dressed, everyone took up their prescribed duties, and preparations fell in place. Soon, there was a rhythm going on, and someone started humming, and then, as corny as it sounds, everyone was singing "Country Roads." It was appropriate, because the lodge was at the end of a long country road.
Finally, dinner was ready and everyone gathered round a huge family table. 'Thanks' was given, and I got so emotional at everyone's 'thanks', which included me and Hank at finding such a good man, that I had a difficult time getting through mine. My mom, who was sitting next to me, squeezed my hand on one side, and Hank on the other. We held hands around the table until everyone had their turn, even the children.
Then Phil made a toast to the family, and he and Martha, his wife, stood and held their glasses high to salute their growing family. The chaos reigned for a while, as a couple dozen people passed, and served, a couple dozen different items.
I had never had cornbread dressing, nor was I familiar with having black olives and sweet pickles, but it was all so good. I wanted to taste everything, and I wanted to have seconds of everything. I learned more about the brothers and what they did, and what their families were up to.
My mom chimed in and talked a bit about what she was doing. Then she embarrassed me, "And I had a wonderful weekend with the boys up at college. Aren't they so cute together? They just can't seem to keep their hands off of each other!"
"Mom!" I said, and blushed beet red. Laughter rang the table.
"Well, It's true!" Hank said. "He keeps putting his hand in my lap all through dinner!"
I started to say the usual `asshole', but realized it may not be appropriate here, so I blushed again and went back to eating. Then I was shocked out of my reverie and embarrassment as Ted, Jr. said, "Aunt Kyle, would you pass the mashed potatoes?"
My mom nearly choked on the wine she was sipping, trying to swallow, laugh, and look at me all at the same time.
"Why certainly, nephew Junior; I would be happy to," I countered, and Hank nudged me under the table with his knee, which brought gentle. My mom gripped my thigh to express her emotions. It was nice.
After dinner, everyone cleared the table and helped with the cleanup, and in short order food was put away, the table leaves were removed, and dishes placed in the dish washer.
Nap time was declared, and I learned that it was a tradition at their house; always a nap after Thanksgiving dinner, as the Turkey made you sleepy.
When we got to our room, before we could undress, Mike and Matt appeared. Mike asked if I would like to take a nap with him; I looked at Hank, who shrugged, as if to say, `your choice'.
I nervously went with Mike; it wasn't like hooking up at school. This was Hank's brother!
In his room, he undressed, waiting for me to do the same. I did, and he climbed into bed and patted the spot next to him. He spent some time exploring my body, looking and sniffing in all the crooks and crannies. At times, he would moan and inhale sharply in places, but said not a word.
Then he lay back and allowed me to do the same to him. Like Hank, he had a unique musk about him, but it was a bit different than Hank's. There were under tones of spice, and I thought I was going to have to see if all the brothers were similar. That made me mentally smile, as I thought of exploring all the brothers.
I found it exhilarating to explore a man's body like this. It was like the first time Hank let me do it to him. Mike allowed me to touch, look and smell him all over. By the time I was done, I was hard, and he was nearly there. What was it with these Thomas guys that they had such control?
He leaned over and kissed me, at first only on the lips, but then more passionately. I melted in his arms. I was ready for him to do anything he wanted to me. He gripped my cock, rolled me on my side, and slid his dick up against my crack. Then he snuggled in and whispered, "Have a nice nap."
I didn't think I could possibly sleep in the state I was in. But his warmth and gentleness enveloped me, and I soon dozed.
I woke to someone playing with my dick; I moaned and thought it was Hank. Then reality clicked in, and I looked over my shoulder to see Mike smiling at me. "Have a nice nap, sleepy head?" he asked, as he continued to work on my dick. It felt great! He definitely knew what he was doing. I reached to reciprocate, and he said, "No, you just enjoy it."
And I did; I lay back and let him manipulate my dick, while he bent his head to nibble on my nipples. He used his other hand to stroke along the inside of my thighs, driving me crazy. Then he played around behind my balls, gently stroking the area. He managed to bring me to a shattering climax. I lay there gasping and gathering my breath, as he continued to stroke and milk out all of the cum.
Finally, I had to pull his hand away, because it was too sensitive. "One of those kinds of guys," he said. He brought his hand to his mouth and licked off the cum that he had squeezed out of my cock. Then he traced his fingers along the ropes on my stomach, wiping up as he went. He fed me some, and ate some himself.
I moved to take care of him, but he moved up and straddled my chest. "If you don't mind, I would like to cum across your face." Then he began stroking his dick over my face. As he moved forward, I slipped my tongue out to lick his balls, and then behind his balls. He moaned, and moved up until his hole was over my tongue. Then I got to taste him. He groaned, and moved a bit, so I could lick and nibble on his sensitive perineum. I blew warm breath there, and then applied my tongue. He gasped again, and began to stroke with what seemed like less intensity.
I am a squeezer with a tight grip and a fast stroke, and faster as I reach the edge, but he wasn't. He wasn't applying near the pressure that I did, nor the speed, but it was definitely working for him. I heard him begin to breathe faster, and he soon moved so I could see his dick. His thighs squeezed me as he began to shoot.
After the first rope nearly landed in my eye, I closed them and felt the warm ropes land across my face, listening to his raspy breathing. I felt him shudder, and opened one eye. He laughed, and reached down to clean off the goo from my eye. "Bullseye, you might say," as he fed me some. I savored the taste, trying to categorize the similarities and differences to Hank's.
After he finished wiping it up, he swung off of me, went into the bathroom, and came back with a washcloth, which he used to clean my face, stomach and his. "Best go make sure that Matt and Hank are awake." He smiled. "You are a wonderful addition to the family, and it seems that Hank has gotten the better part of the deal."
His gentle manner and tenderness were contrary to the way that he acted around the brothers and with the family. We slipped on boxers and padded back to our room. Without knocking, he went in and found Hank on Matt's back. I could tell by looking at Hank that he had just finished shooting.
"Well, don't let us interrupt," Mike said, and I had to look at his face to see if he was joking or not. He appeared to be, because Matt's face lit up with a big grin.
"You were right about your little brother; he sure can give a pounding!" Matt said, and Hank smacked him on the ass.
Matt pulled on some boxers and headed back to their room with Mike. I dropped my boxers and climbed into bed with Hank. He pulled me close and snuggled. "Well?"
"Hank, you have a wild family. That episode in the sauna yesterday was like a bunch of high school guys sitting around having a circle jerk, or what you describe as one. Today, Mike was so gentle and tender. And you with Matt." He rose up on his arm and looked at me.
"Are you jealous of Mike?" he said softly.
"I don't know. It is sort of like I am expected to have sex with every guy, not that I mind sex," and he chuckled. "it is just that I am getting more into just you and me." I thought for a second, "I mean does this go on every time the brothers get together, a big sex-a-thon?"
He smiled and laughed a bit. "Well, it is not an orgy every time, but it is a way that we share our love between us brothers. It is not so much the sex as it the intimacy of the time between us. It allows us to share our feelings in a non-verbal way, and it is something we have always done."
"Even Ted and Mike? I mean, they are married and all." I wondered.
"Yeah, even with the two of them. I don't think they do anything with any other guys at all, but when we are together, it is the brotherly bond we share. Look, we are a very sexually open family. They might have even told their wives what goes on between the brothers, because they are very open about their sexual relations with wives, and with the family – what new positions they have found, which positions are best to make a boy, etc." I was shocked that families would talk about these things between themselves.
"I get it now," I said. "It is not to change anything between us or between Matt and Mike, it is just a way of showing your emotions among the brothers."
That made me feel better. We got cleaned up, dressed, and headed down stairs. It was time for dessert, and a dozen pies and cakes were brought out, and Phil and Martha served and dished ice cream until everyone had some. Everyone then gathered in the big living room in front of the fire to have dessert. It was like something out of a movie, all these people, so close and so caring. Wow! I had never experienced anything like it.
I looked at my mom, and she was engaged in a living conversation with Ted's wife, and seemed to be having the time of her life. It had been nice to have Phil and Martha insist she come, however forced it seemed. This was something she hadn't experienced in a long time.
After seconds, and some thirds (by the children), Nick took to the piano and it became a sing-a-long. All kinds of songs; Nick's abilities spanned a wide range. There was laughter and fun by everyone.
Hank and I cleaned up the dishes, while everyone else stayed in the living room. "Want me to clean your utensil while I am here," Hank whispered into my ear, and grabbed my dick through my apron and pants.
"Yeah, I can just see Ted Jr. coming in and asking for more milk while you are down on your knees sucking me off." I had to smile at the mental image of that.
"I would just tell him I was getting him some more whipped cream!"
"Asshole!"
"Fuck face!"
We went back into the living room where everyone began sharing stories of the past year. Someone said that they had heard Hank call me 'little brother' and wanted to know the story behind that. So, with Hank's help, we explained how we had met and how the term came about. I censored out all the sex, but Hank alluded to some, to much laughter from the adults.
At the end, he took hold of my hand and said, "And that's how I found the love of my life!" I felt tears well up, and Hank saw it and got emotional as well, to which there was a chorus of "Ah!"
The evening went on with wine, coffee, and brandy being shared around. Family stories were shared, and I asked for something that Hank did that I could hold over him, and threaten to spread among his friends, if he misbehaved.
Ted spoke up, "Well, I remember one time we were down having breakfast and Hank, who must have been 5 or 6 at the time, comes running into the dining room and says, `Look! My peepee is all hard!'" To the uproar in the room, Ted showed about an inch space between his thumb and forefinger, which only added to the laughter. Hank blushed the reddest I had ever seen him. Then Hank added to the laughter by showing two inches between his fingers.
When we retired that night, Bill and Will came to our room. We were soon naked, and on the bed. Explorations were made, and I was enjoying finding the similarities and differences between Bill and Will. Will was busy exploring both Hank and me.
At some point, I felt a finger up my ass and wondered who was doing it, but then I didn't care when it hit that button, and I just wanted to be fucked! With that, I got lost is a fog of lust. Will went first on my ass, wanting me from the back. Bill wanted me to sit on his dick and fuck myself. And Hank wanted to be face to face with me.
Bill crawled up behind Hank, and I was worried that he was going to try to double fuck me, but instead, he worked his dick into Hank's ass. Hank moaned, and pushed deep into me. He then became the piston between Bill and me, doing all of the work.
And not to be left out, Will moved up and put his dick into my mouth. He began to moan and groan as I worked on his dick, and I reached back to play with his hole, to find that Hank had his face buried there. This was definitely a tangled mess.
I don't know who shot first, but it seemed that there was a cascade of climaxes, accompanied by gasps, "oh, fuck"s, and just "fuuuuuuucccccckkkkkk!"
We untwined and shared cum around, wiping and tasting wherever we could find it, laughing as we saw the disarray we had made of the bed. Then we headed off to the showers to get cleaned up, piss, and such. Afterward, Bill decided we should all sleep in their room tonight.
They had a king size bed, so it made it easier for us to climb in and get sorted out. First Hank, me, Will, and then Bill, so that we were sandwiched between two brothers. I smiled, as we snuggled in and got settled.
Hank whispered in my ear as I was drifting off, "Just wait until tomorrow's brothers' time." He squeezed my dick, and I went to sleep with a smile on my face.
Great thanks to my editor, Jere, who has really put in the time to help me get all these chapters out in time for Thanksgiving. One more is on the way before Thanksgiving.
I am thankful for all the fans that continue to write and support the story, through, comments, questions, suggestions and photos of what they think the characters look like. I have been told that I could really use a person to cross reference all the characters with names, locations, what acts they have performed with whom. so if there are any volunteers, please let me know.
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