Disclaimer: This is not for the faint of heart, or anyone particularly offended by man-man intercourse of any type. Some sexual encounters will be occurring between minors and adults, and are not to be actually consummated in real life. If any such things are offensive to you, it would be wise to stop reading now.
Content (So you don't have to READ to find out): Fucking Between a Minor and his Father, Mild Sci-Fi, Brother-Brother Flirtation/Sex
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So Far...
Eric (20) was stationed on an asteroid base for five years and has just returned to stay with his brother, Lucas (16), and their father, Brian (41). Eric and Lucas got wasted in downtown New York before coming home, where they hit the hot tub, and then bed. Eric used the present he got for Lucas, a Metamorph unit that can copy any person it has ever touched or any person the user remembers (with less accuracy), and then sent it in to sleep with Lucas until he wakes up.
Players-
Eric Roberts (20) -- 6'5", 230 lbs, built like a brick house. He has a military style haircut with dark brown hair and blue squinty eyes. His jawline is very thick, and he has an Irish nose that is always a little red. Eric has a light dusting of chest hair that leads down to his ten inches of uncut meat.
Lucas Roberts (16) -- 5'7", 150 lbs, built like the swimmer he is. He has shaggy dark brown hair, light blue eyes, a pointed jawline and a small Irish nose. Lucas is smooth still, with a light treasure trail leading from his bellybutton to his thick seven inches of uncut cock.
Brian Roberts (41) -- 6'2", 260 lbs, built like Eric, only covered in hair and a beer belly covering his abs. He has a military haircut as well (being an active officer), and a heavier brow that shelters his blue eyes. Brian has an eight inch cock, and a tattoo of a scorpion on his lower back.
Nick Dunkirk (24) -- 5'11", 280 lbs, a muscleman with no definition, he is a Sergeant where Eric was stationed. He has blond hair, a hairy chest, a pronounced brow, thick jaw and angry green eyes. His cock is veiny, and seven inches uncut.
Meta -A Present Between Brothers-
Lucas wakes up to entirely too much light pouring into his room. His shades and window are open and a slight breeze follows the radiation. Lucas' mouth feels like he had his comforter in there all night, and he decides rather quickly to go grab some water. That is when he sits up, and subsequently falls out of his bed in shock. Lucas was drunk last night, but he remembers sitting naked in the hot tub with his brother, then going to bed. He does not remember there being a woman involved, but there is one lying next to him now. Lucas is still naked, sitting on the floor, breathing hard. He decides to pull on some boxers and grab the water, hoping it will strike his memory.
Lucas comes back in the room with a glass of water, looking at the girl. She is probably twenty or so, with black hair and pale skin. She is quite attractive, thick lips, a slight frame. She is half covered by the gray comforter, but is obviously in just a thin nightie, her large breasts barely concealed. Lucas cannot remember the girl, and she startles him when she wakes suddenly, catching him staring at her, confused.
"Hello, Lucas..." She sort of purrs, she sits up slowly, her breasts heaving forward causing Lucas to take a step back. She is gorgeous.
"H--Hi--" Lucas stutters.
"You don't remember me do you?" The girl gets on all fours, and walks herself towards him.
"I- I mean... well, I don't... but that doesn't- I mean..." Lucas is lost, the girl rises to her knees, to eye level with Lucas. She is smiling and she puts her right pointer on Lucas' mouth to shut him up.
"I am a present. I was just having some fun with you. You haven't met me. I am Meta, a Metamorph AI."
"Wha- Oh..." Lucas pulls it together; this is the present his brother promised. An illegal Metamorph, illegal because AI are considered entities in Sol System and Meta is a glorified slave. Albeit one that is completely okay with being a slave, so the legal and ethical waters are somewhat murky. Suffice it to say, Eric must have gone through a lot to get her out of customs lockdown and to Earth.
"I can be whoever you want. This is my normal look, but I can take any person's form as long as I have touched them or I can approximate them from reading your memories. I can do costumes as well, but only within a range of a couple of feet." Meta explains, giving Lucas time to think of his next course of action.
"Well... I am... heh, this is kind of weird. I don't really know what to do with you... I mean... has my brother put anyone in yet?" Lucas isn't sure what is acceptable, or how to handle a thing that looks like a real person, but is fully expecting to handle his every need.
"I look like his girlfriend on the colony. I also have a few people up there encrypted. I also have two people from down here, but only one is encrypted." Meta recites; apparently Eric has used Meta before. Lucas remembers that Metamorphs are entirely sanitary to be used as such, and wouldn't be telling the truth if he wasn't a little turned on by the idea of using the same sex machine as his hunky older brother.
"Who is the unencrypted person?" Lucas gulping down the rest of the water. Meta starts to shift slightly, like she's leaning back, but then her skin starts slowly flowing out, parts are see-thru, and it takes Lucas a minute to realize that she is turning into a man. A larger man in a military uniform, and then he leans forward, and it is Lucas' father.
"D-dad?" Lucas stammers, his father? Eric programmed Meta with their father, and Lucas cannot manage additional levels of shock. His cock is rock hard, thinking that Eric was hiding in a bathroom on the base, fucking their father. Lucas doesn't know what to do; his mind is swimming with confusion and lust.
"Nice to see you, Lucas." Brian says in his normal, entirely too loud rumble. He is smiling, the lines by his mouth creasing out, alleviating the normal angry scowl that his subordinates are used to.
"H-hi."
"You called me up here, Son. Did you want anything?" Brian's voice getting stern, same as whenever Lucas had wasted his time before. He stands up from the bed next to his son, Lucas is tenting his boxers.
"Yeah... I mean..."
His father leans in, his stubble scratching Lucas as his mouth comes close to the boy's ear. "I'll do whatever you want, boy. You just have to ask."
"What does... I mean, what do you and Eric do, when you meet like this."
"I wonder..." Brian rubs his jaw. His smile getting wide, he's about to make fun of Lucas for something. That smile always means that. "You've never done anything before have you, Lucas?"
"I... well... no."
"A boy your age, still a virgin? I thought I raised you to be a man, not a eunuch..." His father laughs with his belly, his eyes watering slightly. Lucas shrinks back a step, his father hitting a sensitive spot.
"Hey, it's okay. Just means that dear old Dad can teach you right, doesn't need to worry about all the stupid shit other people taught you." Brian smiles. Lucas looks down at his feet, but smiles too.
"So, what's first?" Lucas asks, looking his father in the eye. Brian's grin turns smirk, and he walks to Lucas, his arms held out slightly at either side.
"Undress me." Brian says authoritatively. Lucas looks in his eyes, and they flick down, and then his grin gets bigger.
"Okay... Dad..." Lucas stammers, his hands fumbling with Brian's tie. His father puts his meaty paws over Lucas', and together they manage to get his tie off without choking him too badly. Lucas is left alone with the shirt, the buttons are all snaps, so all he has to do is pull. Nervously, he pulls just one button at a time, until he gets down to the middle of Brian's stomach, and his Dad breathes out heavily, forcing the last few buttons loose all at once. Lucas pulls the shirt off, and his father stands before him, his hairy pecs covered in a mild sheen. Lucas had remembered it being cold when he woke up, but now it is kind of hot.
"I don't have all day, Lucas." Brian mumbles as Lucas spaces out staring at his father's broad chest, his thick belly. Lucas is biting his lip, but suddenly awakens, and nods. He gets on his knees and grabs at the silver rectangle holding his dad's pants aloft. It disengages easily, and he pulls it out of the loops. Brian is wearing fitted uniform pants, so they only sag slightly without the belt, as it is there mostly to keep his shirt straight. Lucas looks up sheepishly as he grabs at the top button of the grey slacks.
"It won't bite. Now, pull them off already!" Brian is getting inpatient, and Lucas takes that too seriously, and nearly ruins the zipper as he yanks his father's pants down to his ankles. Brian is still in a pair of khaki boxers as he steps out of the slacks, and kicks them out of range. Lucas looks up at his dad, who nods, and then thumbs the boxers at both hips, and pulls them down swiftly. As such, his father's full cock rebounds up and grazes the boy's left cheek. His prick startles Lucas at first, who pulls back, as Brian tosses his boxers away.
"Now, lose yours and get back over here. I think you need to start learning how to suck a fucking prick." Brian rumbles. Lucas obeys, tossing his boxers in the corner of the room, and kneeling at his father's feet.
"So... I just..." Lucas stammers, grabbing the thick piece of meat. It's warm, the tip of the head just peering from under his father's foreskin, a red spearhead hidden under thick peach skin. Lucas' mouth waters, and he opens to accept the first couple of inches of his father's thick pole.
"Hmm... good. Now put your lips over your teeth... Yess... Perfect, Son. Take it slowly at first, don't swallow too much. There you go, back and forth. Don't be afraid to use your fist... Hhhuuhhh..." Brian moans his pointers, massaging his son's shoulders. Lucas tries to do his best, bobbing on his father's nob just like in the vids he downloaded on his computer. It's not as hard as he was expecting, well the cock is hard, but sucking it...
"Yeah.. push a little more in there. Try pushing my.. fuck... Exactly, the foreskin is key... fuck yeah.. You got it now... fuck."
Brian grabs Lucas left hand, and places it on his ass. Lucas looks up, continuing to jack his father while sucking as much of the eight inch monster as his sixteen year old mouth can contain. "Your finger. Use it... hhhuuhhh... You know..."
Lucas bobs faster, his cock infuriated at its utter neglect, and his left hand pushes between his father's hairy globes, finding the small pucker within. His pointer probes around it for a moment, eliciting a hiss from the man of the house, and then enters, slowly, into the tight orifice.
"Fuck... push it in... Fuck it already... yeah... faster... You won't hurt me, Son. Don't be^×fuck.."
Lucas pushes another finger in, fucking his father with one hand, and slurping and jerking with the other. Lucas is managing to swallow about two thirds of his father's python, but can seem to manage any more. Brian is fucking the boy's face, Lucas holding his father back with his right hand, egging him on with his left. Quickly, Brian intensifies his thrusts, and Lucas knows what is next. He sticks his fingers in his father's tight hole looking for the magic spot he read about, and then tries to gulp his dad down whole.
"Swallow ever drop Lucas, hold my cock all the way in and let it coat your insides." Brian grunts, his cock in Lucas up to the hilt, Lucas' tongue swirling under the thick shaft.
"F-fuck!" Brian blasts Lucas with thick white juice, his son accepting every last drop as his father spasms slightly in his wet grasp, his asshole gripping at Lucas' fingers. Brian pulls his still hard cock from Lucas' mouth, and kneels in front of him. His meaty paw pulls his son in for a kiss, and Lucas shares what is left of his father's seed, as Brian's right hand moves down his son's chest, over his tight abs, through his patch of hair, and grabs the boy's urging cock firmly. Two swift jerks, and the boy grabs his father in a bear hug, as his seven incher unloads into his father's hand. Brian palms as much boy fluid as he can muster, and holds it up to Lucas. Lucas goes to lick it, but Brian's hand absorbs the white stuff, and he grins.
"If, that... then..." Lucas realizes that the come he just swallowed was his brother's. He slumps back against his bed, breathing heavy.
"Fuck... that was a good one. We should do it again later."
"Yeah... Fuck, what time is it?" Lucas jumps up suddenly, checking his alarm, it is well after eleven, and his brother is going to be wondering where he is. And his dad... his real dad... will be up too. And will not be understanding about the whole, illegal sex robot thing. Quick thinking time.
"Okay, you can be anyone I have a DNA sample for... Right?"
"Yes. Do you want me to change form?" Brian grins.
"Yes. Let's see... Okay, I have a t-shirt I borrowed from a guy at school. Can you..."
"Let me check." Brian rubs his hand over a dirty t-shirt supporting an indie band from the Abrol colony. Lucas had recently heard of them, and having nothing band related to wear, had borrowed one of Andy's, his best friend from school. There had been a mosh pit, and Lucas had stumbled into it, or more accurately Andy had thought it would be funny to push him in. Either way, there should be at least one other guy's DNA on it, Lucas thought.
"I have two matches, besides yourself. I will take one now." Brian leans back, his skin spilling into itself, as if he were becoming liquid, but staying somewhat the right shape, the colors not mixing as they slide around each other. What takes form is a twenty something man, he has very thick muscles, his jaw junts squarely. This isn't Andy, it must be someone from the pit. His cock is huge, and has a thick ring through its head. Lucas wonders how Meta could tell if the guy had a cock ring.
"This man's name is Mark Hendrikar. He has a small criminal record, accessing..." Mark's face grows stubble, and his bald head grows a short mohawk. His chest has leather spilling out of it, that dances around to form a sleeveless shirt with thick gold buckles, and then pants appear to match. "This is how he looks in the mug shot."
"Fuck... he's hot."
"Yeah?" Brian's gruff rumble replaced with Mark's smoker drawl. Lucas laughs, and then stands.
"Okay. You can stay like that, but you need to change into something a little more civilized. I say go for a short haircut, a t-shirt like the one you're holding and some jeans... no wait, gym shorts." Lucas licks his lips as Mark stands, his chest covering with light gray fabric, and his leather pants switching to a gray pair of loose fitting gym shorts. His bulge is visible through the fabric. Just like the guys Lucas tries not to stare at in the gym. "Perfect, now let's go grab lunch... Mark."
"Sure."
"The story is, you are a friend from my new job. A programmer sent in to train me, you don't have a place to stay, so you are staying here while you train me. Okay, Mark." Lucas pulls on a pair of red boxers and the band t-shirt Mark used to create himself.
"Sure. Come on, your brother is going to get anxious. He knows I am with you."
"Oh yeah, right." Lucas laughs as they walk down the stairs. Brian is still nowhere to be seen, but Eric is sitting in the living room in his boxers watching a soap opera. He looks over his shoulder as Lucas and Mark get down the stairs.
"Hey, Lucas. Hey..." Eric is grinning, Lucas turns red.
"I am Mark Hendrikar, I am training Lucas for his new job." Mark laughs, jumping over the side of the long sectional to sit next to Eric.
"Nice to meet you, Mark." Eric laughs. Lucas sits in a armchair that encloses the slightly lowered living room area. Eric puts his feet on the recliner when Lucas leans back to grab the remote. "You guys have fun, bro?"
"I^×I mean... Me and Mark didn't do anything... He's just a disguise, okay." Lucas starts stumbling, Eric teasing him into a corner. Lucas knows what Eric has done, but he still isn't sure if he should blurt that one out.
"Whatever. Do what you want. I say it isn't like being gay or whatever, because it is all just a fantasy, right Mark?" Eric grabs Mark's cock through his gym shorts. "He's even got a fucking cock-ring! Who is this guy?"
"I had some DNA from him on a t-shirt I wore to a concert. He must have been in the mosh pit or something."
"Oh yeah? Fuck, the stairs. Nada on all of this, both of you. Hey, Dad! How you feeling?"
"Uuuuhh... like shit warmed over. You have breakfast yet, kiddos?" Brian mumbles, scratching his balls through a pair of cotton gym shorts. Lucas turns red, and Eric looks at his brother, then his father, and is confused slightly.
"Nah, Dad. You want me to make something?" Eric stands to move to the kitchen, Brian swats the air as he turns to the tile floor.
"I can handle it, you just came in so relax. Who's you guy's friend there?"
"Just a guy from my new job. His name is Mark." Lucas blurts a bit too fast. Eric smirks.
"Oh yeah. Well he can stay for lunch too. One of you come set up the table, we are going to eat on the patio, it's nice outside. Too good to be spending watching shitty television."
The boys set up the patio table with dishes and whatnot, and all sit down. Brian emerges with sandwiches and beers. Eric and Lucas look at each other, then their father.
"Hair of the dog. You guys were out last night too, eh?" Brian nods at the boxers hanging on the banister by the hot tub. Eric laughs, and grabs a beer, throwing one at Mark across the table, and handing one to his brother to his left.
"Yeah. Lucas knew this place in the City, and we all ended up getting a little to drunk. Lucas crashed early, and me and Mark ended up in the hot tub. He dared me to take off my boxers, and then we just kind of enjoyed the night. I crashed pretty early, and he was still down here when I left."
"I just like the cool air on as much of me as possible. I'd be a nudist if all those people weren't all old and wrinkly." Mark chimes in, slapping Lucas on the shoulder.
"Wouldn't we all. Hey, guzzle beer much, Son?" Brian laughs, Lucas pounded his whole beer during the explanation of last night. A little too nervous at the level of lying in the house.
"Welp, finish up the food and we can all take a dip in the pool." The Robert's backyard is rather expansive. The wooden patio has an inlaid hot tub at its left (from the house), and past that is a small yard, with a rounded rectangular pool with a short slide on its right back corner and a diving board centered on that side as well. It gets about ten feet deep on that end, and with the heater, stays at about eighty degrees year-round. A tall wooden fence, and grey shed at the left, and a couple of apple trees and miscellaneous bushes, round out the backyard.
The boys all finish their food. Brian tells them all about work of the previous week. Eric explains in detail the exact workings of the asteroid colony's customs agency. And the hair of the dog gets out of hand, and becomes a drunken afternoon. The summer heat pulses up as it hits around one p.m.
"Boys, I do believe I said we were going swimming..." Brian laughs.
"Well, it's been thirty minutes... Soo I am in." Eric grins, grabbing Lucas' waistband and snapping it.
"Welp, I forgot the bathing suit, so..." Brian grunts, thumbing his shorts off, and tossing them on the patio. He struts to the pool, and dives. Without looking back. Eric laughs, looking at Lucas, who is beat red. Meta's portrayal of their father was spot on. His rounded fuzzy ass, his broad shoulders. The little scorpion tattooed his above his ass crack. Lucas didn't remember his father being that hairy.
"I'm in." Mark strips, being sure to throw his clothing into a bush, so that he will need to `look for them' later. He stands there naked, looking at Lucas. "Come on guy, last one in and all that." He turns and dives.
"Common, Bro... What'll it hurt?" Eric slaps Lucas on the back, and throws his boxers on the table. He runs over to the diving board and cannonballs between Mark and Brian.
"Yeah... what'll it hurt." Lucas pulls down his shorts in one quick tug.
To Be Continued...
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Hope that was fun! We'll see some more hijinks in the next one... ~Enoch