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 One Fucked Up Family

   By Boy Trainer

   Chapter 1 Oh Man I'm So High (Twin b/g, Twin b/g, b/b, g/g, rom, family,
inc, oral, orgy, 1st.)

   "Man I am so high!" I said as the room was spinning, jumping and I was
giggling like a silly girl.

   "Me too.  I am so fucked up!" Bert snorted as he passed the joint back
to me, and Bert never swore.  We were thirteen and getting high for the
first time in our lives and man was I ever stoned!

   Before, I had no concept as to what "Getting high" meant or what it was
about and even while I was doing it, I wasn't sure that's what was
happening to me.

   I took a long pull, fought desperately not to cough up my lungs.  It
wasn't till I had to pass the joint on, did it hit me that we were sitting
in a circle and I was passing the joint on to my own twin sister Angela.

   I didn't have much of a struggle doing that, but I did have a
halfhearted sense of brotherly responsibility for her.  After all it was
her who found the joint and talked us all into trying it.

   On the other hand it was kind'a cool that we were all experiencing for
the first time, the same thing at the same time.  It also made it easier
when I looked across from me and saw Bert's own twin sister Beth sitting
there looking off into space with a stupid expression on her face.

   It was the first real chance we had to hang out together since school
let out for summer vacation and because both of our parents were at work
that day we had some sense of independence.

   I say our parents, but in actuality we just had our dad and they lived
with their mom.  However, our dad and their mom are twins just like my
sister and me.  Also and I know it sounds fucked up, but their dad and our
mom who are also twins and yes they ran off together.  Fucked up huh?

   It's not confusing...  Let me explain.  They were two sets of twins who
happened to first be friends and then in high school date and on one of
those high school prom night things...  Well you know.

   Our respective parents got along well with each other, but nothing more
than that.  We never knew why.  I suspected it had something to do with
what people would think because everyone in our town knew what had happened
and we kids sure did because we overheard all the screaming and yelling
when they got caught together.

   Still, we knew our dad and their mom were brother and sister.  We knew
they shouldn't be afraid to be seen together and we even tried to get them
to take us all out to a movie as a family, but the most we managed was
quick lunch meetings at McDonald's at most.

   Maybe it wasn't that they were twins running off together that bothers
our dad and their mom so much.  Maybe it was that they left us at all.  I
guess they sort of blame each other or some shit like that.  Heavy huh?

   It kills all of us that our parents can't get along better.  I mean it's
not like they are just in-laws.  Well they are, but they are also brother
and sister and that makes them family.  Whatever.

   The short of it all is that we four were first and foremost best friends
and to cement that relationship we are cousins.  Which made us family, and
no matter what happens family should sticks together right?

   Getting back to the subject.  We were having a heat wave and even though
they had air conditioning it was still uncomfortably warm in their house. I
don't think they had a big enough unit for the space it had to cool.  My
sweat was making my briefs stick to my ass and I hate that feeling. 
Besides it made my ass itch and burn.

   I guess it only natural that we as twins first and as cousins second
found cooling comfort with each other more so than with our own personal
friends.  We'd been going to the same schools all of our lives.

   We had each other as friends and cousins sure, but we all even had what
we considered to be best friends.  Mine was in Rich Makin.  Rich was a year
younger than me and a bit of a sissy, but he worshiped me like I was some
kind of god to him and who wouldn't want that?

   He couldn't do enough for me.  Whenever he was over at my house he
wouldn't let me get my own drinks or snacks.  If I even mentioned that I
was thirsty or hungry he would quickly stand before I could and say.  "No,
no you sit still.  I'll get it for you."

   Sometimes he would come over early in the morning while I was making my
bed and take the linen from my hands and say.  "You don't know how to make
a bed." Then he would make it for me.

   He would do things like that and other things like rubbing my back and
feet for me.  I used to feel like I was taking advantage of him or
something, but after a while I just figured he liked to do those things, so
I let him.

   I guess I was pretty slow as to what was going on.  Partly because it
all happened so slowly and I admit I liked being the center of attention to
someone, anyone else.  I got spoiled ok.

   However the things he was doing for me even if I couldn't see exactly
what was going on, my dad sure did.  In fact my dad came up to me one day
while Rich had just finished rubbing my feet and went to get me a drink. 
He stood above me and asked.  "Do you really like Richard doing everything
for you?"

   "Well it makes me feel guilty, but he just won't let me do those things
dad.  I've tried, but he gets like insulted if I say no."

   "That's because it comes natural to him." Dad said and added.  "Richard
is what's known as naturally submissive, or a sub.  It's part of who he is
and you shouldn't even give it a second thought.  In fact try telling him
to do things for you and see how much happier he appears to get."

   As Rich returned with my soda dad leaned over me and whispered in my
ear. "Remember tell him, don't ask him to do it and just see what happens."

   I thought for a moment because I didn't even know what I wanted.  He
handed me my can of soda and started to sit down, but I swallowed some spit
and said.  "Rich...  Um...  get me some clean socks."

   Rich instantly popped back up and ran off saying.  "Right away.  I know
just where they are.  Don't move, I'll be right back."

   When he left I looked at dad confused and said.  "That makes me feel
terrible."

   "Don't let it son." He smiled.  "It's part of who Richard is.  I'd say
you were probably one of the luckiest kids in your school.  There's always
at least one sub in every clique Aaron and the ones they serve always end
up being the most popular kids in school you watch and see."

   Then Rich returned with a rolled up bundle of socks.  I was about to sit
up to put them on, but dad grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back.  We
watched as Rich unrolled them and got on his knees.  Then he ever so gently
put them on me and looked in my eyes like I had just given him a Christmas
present or something.

   Ever since then Rich became my third arm.  Seriously, it was almost like
he was an extension to my body and at times it seemed like he was a new
muscle group that reacted to my slightest whim.

   Still, there was a special bond between us cousins and the fact that we
were two sets of twins that made us tight.  Sometimes too, I just needed
time away from Rich and I guess he needed some time away from me.  He did
after all have a family of his own.

   At the time when we four were getting stoned for the first time Rich was
visiting his grandmother who was in a nursing home and as it turned out it
was good that Rich went that time because she passed soon after that.

   We had just graduated into high school, though I barely made it.  My
grades had taking a bad nosedive ever since I hit puberty and could think
of little else other than sex and I knew it too.

   That's about the time I discovered masturbating, though I didn't know
the word for it then.  I only knew it to myself as "Getting the feeling."
The one thing I had never told anyone about, but I was considering having
Rich do for me sometime.  In fact I would beat off to the thought of
Richard beating me off.

   Somehow amongst all the giggling I caught wind of the tail end of a
conversation between Beth and Angela.  The question was posed and I'm not
sure who presented it.  "Why can girls kiss each other, but guys can't?"

   We all pondered the question in dumb silence for a moment even though I
wondered that same question on my own for some time.  Then Bert said with a
giggle.  "That would make guys gay."

   By then the joint had become so small that when it was passed to me it
burned my fingertips, so I had to put it in the ashtray.  Man I was stoned!

   "It doesn't make girls gay." My sister said.  "Girls kiss each other all
the time."

   "That's cause you're girls." I added.  "And you don't kiss LIKE THAT!"

   Angela giggled and spat.  "Aaron you never kissed anyone.  What does
that make you?"

   "I've kissed someone before." I protested.

   "I mean other than grandma." She retorted.

   Bert burst out laughing.  "Woo was it good?  Did her mustache tickle
your nose?"

   Well I had kissed Rich Makin many times before and they all knew it
too...  Well he actually kissed me first technically, but oddly they never
considered that as kissing and for a very good reason.

   Lately whenever Rich would leave to go home he would give me a peck on
the cheek, but not long ago he started to quickly kiss me on the lips.

   The first time he did this dad was in the room watching, but he just
seemed to ignore it completely.  In some way I think dad was happy for me.
I think he considered Rich as being a permanent part of my body as well and
that made everything ok.  It was just a simple fact, that's all.

   It wasn't long before I would hold him in to me and return each kiss and
each kiss was growing longer and more enjoyable every time we did it.

   My sister and even my cousins knew about Rich and had even seen us kiss
before, but for some reason that was never brought up.  Either they didn't
consider us kissing as being "Like that," or they didn't consider Rich as
being a boy or a girl.

   They just considered it as something we did as part of our special
relationship.  It was like Rich was a household pet to them and not even a
person and oddly enough sometimes I felt that way too.

   "Shut up!" I jolted.  "You've never kissed anyone either."

   "How do you know that?" He asked.

   "Because asshole you tell me everything and you sure would have told me
that." That shut him up.

   "So if you guys have never kissed anyone, how do you know the difference
between kissing a girl and kissing another guy?" Beth asked still looking
off into space.

   I even found myself looking over my shoulder to see what it was that she
could be staring at a couple times.  There was nothing there, but a
collection of family portraits, which she has seen every day.

   There was portraits of their mom and them.  The one of Beth and Bert
together and a row of just Bert at every year and stage of his life and
then a row of Beth, but there was nothing else on that wall.  I even looked
for a spider or even as ridicules as it sounded a cockroach, but there was
nothing else there.

   "Well," Angela grunted.  "I'm not afraid to try something new.  I want
to see what the difference is." Then she crawled over the circle to Bert
and kissed him like it was some science experiment.

   Bert kissed her back, but really wasn't prepared for it and it didn't
look as though it hit him as to what had just happened.

   Then my sister leaned over and kissed Beth who playfully kissed her
back, but much longer and with what looked like some degree of enjoyment.

   Next Beth leaned over to me and at first I was reluctant, but I gave a
peck back.  She was pretty, but I had always considered her as more of a
cousin or even a sister than an actual GIRL.

   "Ok." She said, as we pulled apart.  "Now you guys kiss."

   "Oh man I ain't kissing Aaron." Bert protested with a laugh.

   "Me neither." I cringed tingling with halfhearted reluctance.

   "What's the matter?" Angela asked.  "Chicken?  We did it and we didn't
complain."

   It wasn't actually a dare.  I mean the word dare was never said, but
neither of us wanted to be called chicken.

   "I'll do it if you will." Bert said with a grimace.

   I bolded up a little more to save face and said firmly.  "I'll even do
it better than they did if you have the guts."

   Actually I was a little more prepared than before and to be honest the
prospect of kissing Bert wasn't as frightening as I thought it would be. 
In fact as far as boys go Bert was darn right beautiful and all the boys at
school knew it and even openly talked about it too.  Which in a way I guess
since we are almost identical made me at least second runner up if you
think about it.

   Even though we all looked very much alike and from what everyone says we
all look almost identical.  There was something in Bert's blue eyes that
called out for loving.  I never thought of it in a sexual way before, but
there was.  Later in life I would learn it is called bedroom eyes, but at
that time it was just an enigma to me.

   He had thick, dark brown curly hair in a Thompson Twin kind'a way.  Both
of their noses were smaller and more button like than me or my sister and
they both had deep blue eyes that were so...  Pretty.

   "Wait a second." Beth interrupted.  "Let's find out if there is a
difference between a boy's kiss and a girl's?

   "How?" We all asked.

   "Hang on." She said and walked off to her room.

   I had just built up the never to do it too.  I had already admitted to
myself that the kiss would be no problem, but doing it in front of
witnesses would be.

   "Man I'm so stoned." I said as I watched her leave.  It actually
reminded me of one of those old Batman shows where the room was tilted
whenever there was a villain in the scene.

   "Me too." Bert agreed

   "Me too." Angela sighed.

   Moments later Beth returned with something behind her back.  Then she
pushed her hand to the center of the semicircle clutching a black cloth. 
"Who wants to go first?"

   "What are we supposed to do with that?" Bert asked.

   She walked behind Bert and started to wrap and tie the cloth around his
head covering his eyes.  "Ok...  I blindfold you and then we all take turns
kissing you.  First you say which one kissed you best and then you say if
it was a boy or girl."

   "Ok sounds easy." He chimed.

   After he was all blindfolded Beth gripped his arm and said.  "Let's do
this on mom's bed."

   "Why?"

   "So you can lay down and we won't have to touch you in any other way
than the lips or you else could tell who kissed you."

   "Ok makes sense." He agreed.

   Angela and I followed them into the master bedroom and watched as Beth
laid him out on the bed near the edge.  She propped the pillow under his
head so that his lips were easy to reach and then she came up to Angela and
me.  She hushed us with her finger to her lips and tugged on Angela's shirt
indicating that she should go first.

   Angela giggled sheepishly and inched her way to the bed where Bert was
waiting with his lips jokingly puckered.  She leaned over him and gave him
a very impressive kiss.  She even moved her lips around a little.  Then
they clicked their lips apart.

   "Not bad." He mused.  "Then he said.  "Girl."

   Next Beth walked up and traded places with Angela, but she just shuffled
like a shell game and sent her back in for another try.  This time Angela
did it a little different and didn't mover her lips around as much, but
made it last longer.

   "Hmm..." Bert pondered.  "That had to be Beth.  Not too great."

   That's when Beth finally took her real turn and leaned in.  At first it
was the same as Angela's kiss, but to my shock she started to pry their
lips apart with hers and any idiot could tell she was pushing her tongue in
his mouth.

   I wanted to go along with the game and I knew I had to at least try to
do better than that.  I am very competitive after all, but damn!

   After Beth pulled off her brother's mouth I heard him grunt.  "Fag."
Then he smiled and said.  "But it was better."

   Bert was about to get up, but Beth stopped him with her hand on his
forehead and said.  "Not yet, you did someone twice.  Here comes the last
one."

   Now it was my turn and I had to hold back the laughter as I leaned down
to meet our lips together.  I had to maintain my masculinity, but I was
really interested now and wanted to do my very best.

   I thought I blew it when I leaned against the bed, but I ignored the
blunder and skittishly met my lips to his.  I had really never kissed
anyone meaningfully before, but it seemed to come natural as I slowly
pressed my lips to his.  Only it was he who opened his lips and snaked his
tongue out.

   To this day and I don't know why I actually got into it.  It felt so
good that I welcomed it.  I eagerly reciprocated with true affection as we
gently explored each other's tongs.

   I instantly knew that this was how Rich and I were going to kiss from
then on.  I also knew that nobody in my family would think anything of it
if we did.  To my family Rich was simply a part of me and still to this day
I don't know if he fit in the "boy or girl category" other than the fact
that he had a dick.

   I also felt that Bert was very much enjoying it.  We leisurely kissed
for what I guessed was two seconds before we reluctantly pulled apart with
a good and audible click of our moist lips.  I even leaned back in for not
only another quick kiss, but also I very tenderly bit his lower lip and
pulled gently with my teeth and let it slip free.

   I wouldn't say it was a gay thing.  As far as I was concerned I wanted
to put all effort into the experiment.  I wanted to kiss the girls just as
much and as far as my sister went it would be an experiment and nothing
more.

   Still I couldn't wait till I was the one on the bed and now that I knew
what Bert's kiss was like I was sure I could pick him out in a second... 
To be honest though I wanted to kiss him again.  I don't know why.

   He seemed to smack his lips like a gourmet wine taster deciding on a
vintage.  "Mmn...  I have to say that was Angela." He said and removed his
blindfold.

   There was a look of surprise on his face, which made us all laugh, but
Burt smiled almost appearing relieved in a way.  "That was you?"

   I nodded.  "Yeah."

   "So who was a better kisser?" Beth asked.

   "Ok I'll be honest." He broke.  "Aaron was by far a better kisser, but
that was still unfair because he may have been trying harder."

   "That's why we each try it." Beth said.  "Who's next?"

   "Man it's so hot in here." I complained pulling my t-shirt off.  Can't
we turn down the thermostat?"

   "It's down as far as it will go." Bert answered as he got off the bed
and did the same.

   "Now that's not fair." Angela miffed.

   "What's not fair?" I asked.

   "That you guys can take off your shirts and we can't."

   "Oh yeah right." I returned.  "Like I haven't seen you walk around the
house in your bra.  Besides you only just started wearing one.  Take your
shirt off; who cares?"

   "Yeah, but I have a bra on." She blushed.

   "Yeah," Bert injected.  "What's the big difference between a bra and a
bikini top?  I never could understand that."

   "The material." Beth answered.

   "You see that's the difference between a guy and a girl..." I added. 
"You girls say material and we guys just say cloth."

   "Well then..." Beth marked.  "Why don't you boys go in your underwear?
What's the difference between that and Speedo swim trunks?"

   "For one thing, I would never be caught dead in Speedo's." Bert giggled.

   "Me either." I agreed.

   "Look, this is stupid." Beth said.  "You guys take your pants off and
we'll go down to our underwear.  We're all family anyways."

   We all pondered for a moment and Bert said.  "She's right you know? 
Beth and I walk around the house in our underwear and I know you two do."

   "It is hot in here." Angela pointed out.

   "Ok what the hell." I braved and pushed off my elastic band basketball
shorts leaving me in my white briefs and ankle socks.  All of our shoes
were left outside anyway.  Everyone else followed my lead.

   Even though we all studied what each of us were wearing a little, it
really was no big deal.  My sister was wearing cotton white bra and
panties. The same cotton that my briefs were made of.

   To this day I have no idea why she wore one at all.  The bra fit very
loosely at best and seemed to sag a bit right at the very cone.  Hell,
Larry Wilson who was a kid in our eighth grade class had bigger boobs than
any of the girls in school did including our sisters.

   Beth was wearing a powder blue set, but they too were nothing exotic and
Bert's briefs were the same as mine, but he had the upside down Y crotch
instead of the double fold V like I had.  It certainly was no fashion show
and we all felt much more comfortable and cooler.

   Then each girl had a turn on the bed with a blindfold on and each took a
turn kissing everyone.  I knew I was kissing my sister when it was my turn,
but so did Bert.  Each kiss seemed just as passionate as the next and in
fact got more and more passionate as we went along.

   In my opinion everyone almost seemed to purposely incorrectly guess
which kiss belonged to which person, but I had done enough kissing to each
person to determine who was who and I intended to be accurate.

   I intended to, but while Beth was kissing me and had her tongue snaking
in my mouth I just went with it.  When she pulled away I said.  "Angela."

   Next was Angela and the same held true.  I was in heaven and loving it.
"Beth."

   Lastly Bert slowly came down on me and we began kissing.  His kiss was
the best by far and I truly enjoyed kissing him the most, but when he
pulled away and I said "Bert." I reached up and grabbed him by the back of
the neck before he could stand completely up.

   I held him in place while I felt myself mentally try and control him.  I
couldn't see him, but I didn't need to.

   "But who was the best kisser?" Beth asked.

   I yanked off my blindfold with my free hand and looking into Bert's eyes
I said.  "Nobody.  I liked them all the same." Then I boldly pulled Bert
back down for another kiss; without a blindfold this time and by hugging
the stuffing out of him I relished in his delicious lips.

   Looking in his eyes I could tell he was a little more than surprised,
but he gleefully reciprocated, by rolling over me and lying out next to me
on the bed even while the girls giggled a little.

   "You know..." Angela said as we kissed.  "I liked everyone the same
too."

   "Me too." I heard Beth whisper.

   I wasn't looking at that point, but I felt the bed take on extra weight
and some shuffling going on behind Bert.

   Our kissing had gone past an experiment, it had become a pleasurable
experience that none of us wanted to end.  I found myself rolling over Bert
wile never breaking our lips apart.

   To make room Bert shuffled himself under me and while we kissed I could
feel his cock gaining in firmness under mine, which made mine begin to do
the same.  The thicker it became the less room there was in my underwear
for mine and it was starting to get a little crowded in there.

   However, even though I had a thought of reaching down and exploring his
packed briefs with my hand, I resisted because I wasn't sure if that would
be pushing the subject a little too far.  So I decided to just close my
eyes and enjoy what we were doing and left it at that.

   I was at a quandary as to what would be acceptable behavior.  I mean we
were kissing each other and that not only included kissing our own siblings
and cousins, but also we were kissing someone who was the same sex.

   I mean I knew there was something socially taboo about what we were
doing.  There have always been these jokes about being "Fags" and all that
shit about brothers and sisters getting it on, but to be exact nobody has
ever come out and said it was wrong.  Not even our own parents have ever
told us not to do it even though that is the very reason they were single
parents.

   Besides, I wasn't worried that what we were doing was going to get
outside of our little group because I knew for a safe fact that nobody
involved would ever tell anyone.  Still I didn't want anyone involved
saying any of those things or worse getting punched especially by Bert.

   Bert's arms felt wonderful wrapped softly around me while his hands
alternated up and down feather touching every curve of my soft back.  I on
the other hand could only slide my hands up and down each of his thin
sides.

   I felt that urge to explore more than I knew to be ok every time my
palms passed over the elastic band of his briefs, but even though it was
killing me to do so, I still controlled myself.

   Suddenly, yet softly I felt a hand grab the back of my neck and pull. 
Reluctantly I relented and turned my head pulling away from heaven to see
who it was and what they wanted.  It was my sister leaning in to kiss me.

   I freely gave in and while we kissed Bert and Beth did the same and
that's when I felt Bert's hands slip under the elastic band to my briefs. I
marveled in the feeling of his palms gripping my ass cheeks and of my
sister kissing me.  I guessed that, that boundary wasn't in place after all
and that we were free to do, as we wanted.

   I also noticed when I used my left hand to caress Angela's back that her
bra had somehow been removed; even though I saw that Beth's was still on.
At the same time I could tell that while the palms of Bert's hands were
flat over my ass cheeks, my briefs were being forced inch by inch downward
by his wrists.

   When the pressure inside my shorts was too uncomfortable.  I hoisted my
pelvis a little to readjust, but Bert seized the opportunity to push my
underwear down all the way leaving my ass completely exposed and letting my
dick spring to it's full and throbbing extent.

   That's when Beth and Bert rolled my sister and me over so that they were
at last on top.  Just as effortlessly as that and in a blink of an eye
while kneeling beside our legs, they had both pealed our underwear
completely off.

   My sister and I had little intermission from kissing while all this took
place.  It was as if it were a choreographed maneuver that had been
practiced over and over again.

   Now on top the two other twins had complete control over us and we fully
allowed whatever was about to happen, happen with our blessings.

   I felt Bert's knee squeeze between my own and knew he wanted my legs
spread so that he could be there.  While he did that Beth was doing the
same with Angela.

   I closed my eyes and continued kissing Angela to my right.  I could feel
the soothing touch of Bert's hands caressing my body and couldn't resist
reaching over to explore my sister's newly forming breasts.

   I was sort of twisted in a strange pretzel shape when I felt something
warm and moist surround my dick and god I lost it.  My hip bucked and my
thighs tightened and for the first time in my life I had a very violent
climax.  Well I've gotten the feeling before, but this time I knew for sure
that sperm was leaving my dick and jetting into Bert's warm mouth.

   I mean Bert barely had his mouth around my dick and had only just
removed the unwanted air in his mouth when my dick erupted.  I couldn't
even call it a blowjob, but I could call it a violent eruption.  It was so
violent I could feel the urethra pulsate between my balls as they cuddled
up close to my groin.

   I think my sister had one violent one too even though I didn't know for
sure that girls could because she started biting my lower lip and shook
like crazy.

   We both tore away only long enough to look down to find Bert still
lovingly latched onto my dick and Beth's face buried between Angela's
thighs.  They each looked like starving infants nursing for the very first
times in their lives.

   Eventually they stopped what they were doing and looked up at my sister
and me.  They smiled at both of us and then Beth climbed over Angela
towards me, while Bert jumbled over all of us to lie on Angela.  Now
switched with partners we resumed kissing and making out.

   Instantly while kissing her I started tugging at her bra trying to
figure out how the damn thing came off.  How could I know how to get one
off, if I had never seen how they went on before?  Knowing I was at a loss
she reached behind herself and in a blink of an eye her bra flung apart
allowing me to flop it off her arms.

   I cupped her perky budding tits in my palms and started massaging them
while Bert was lowering himself down and began licking and sucking my
sister's.

   I turned my head and once again started kissing Angela; because, let's
face it, it was fun.  I guess also we were reassuring ourselves that it was
ok.  That what we were doing didn't make any one of us bad people and that
we were all in on it equally.

   I decided that I wanted to take the lead for once and rolled Beth and I
so that I was on top.  I slid my hands down her sides and tugged her
panties off of her without resistance.  In fact she hefted her hips a
little to insure the ease of it.

   When I looked down at what I thought was going to be at least a small
patch of hair like I had, what I found was a completely bald mound with a
small slit.  The smoothness beckoned me towards it like a mermaids song and
I found myself mouthing it much the same as kissing the gang.

   My tongue darted out and my lips parted and closed as I slicked it with
my spit and sucked the spit back in.  I started going wild on it when I
heard her pleasurable moans of ecstasy and suddenly my face was buried deep
in her folds.

   "Oh god yes!" I heard my sister say and without lifting my face I
contorted my eyes to see my sister on her hands and knees and sitting on
Bert's face like she was riding a bull.

   Then I felt my hand being hoisted off of Beth's right breast and being
laid to rest on Bert's silky smooth balls and I instantly started kneading
them like bread doe.

   When my thumb and forefinger touched around the base of his dick I felt
absolute smoothness where again I was expecting at least a little hair, but
there was none.  There wasn't even a hint of peach fuzz, just silky soft
skin.

   I don't remember exactly, but I don't think my dick ever went soft even
though I had just blasted off in Bert's mouth just moments before.

   I remember that because I was between Beth's knees on my belly and I was
grinding my dick into the mattress like a dog dry humping a leg.

   That's when I felt my sister's ass start to lower over my hand and I
heard Bert say.  "Wait..." and she halted.

   "Aaron should be first." He said as if he were a diabetic resisting
chocolate.

   I looked up and saw my sister look over her shoulder at me.  She smiled
and said.  "Yes he should be." As if it were only proper etiquette in the
taboo world of incest that we were now officially enrolled in.

   I knew exactly what they were talking about and with mouth still wide
open and my muzzle completely soaked I hefted up leaving Beth's cunt soaked
in a pool of my spit and her natural liquids and I mean she was soaked to
the bone too.

   There was a bit of clumsy maneuvering between the four of us but soon I
was on my hands and knees between Angela's legs and she was looking up at
me with absolute resolve that she wanted what we were about to do and no
words needed to be said.  It was a simple fact and that was that.

   Even before I was completely ready she reached down and grabbed my dick
and almost pulled it off while guiding it to her pussy.  Which like me had
some sparse hairs just straining to grow.

   I knee-stepped up a couple times as she nested the head at her cunt
mouth.  I watched as the head of my dick disappeared from view.

   I never knew what it should be like, but I had sex education in school
and somehow I thought it would be harder than it was.  I just seemed to
almost fall into her moisture, but I supposed Bert took care of that for
me.

   I knew also that there was supposed to be some sort of wall or boundary.
I knew about the hymen and all that, but I just seemed to be slipping in
too easily.  That is until she clinched her teeth and breathed in.  Then I
knew I was there.  "Does it hurt?" I asked.

   Her eyes got bright and she looked up at me shockingly and said.  "No...
You're already in.  I thought it was supposed to hurt, but it didn't at
all."

   Then she reached up and pulled me down to her.  Our eyes met and then
our lips met and we were kissing very lovingly as I started slowly and
methodically making love to my own twin sister.

   The feeling was incredible.  Every movement of my hips was automatic. 
It was if I was breathing and not even thinking about it.  Somehow I
thought it was going to be a learning process to get it right, but no.  It
was as if I had been fucking all of my life.

   Each thrust in her was as if I was trying to separate her lips to accept
more and more of me.  I tried and tried to burry myself as deep as I could,
but my hips stopped me.

   The sticky slipperiness surrounding my cock was unbelievable and I was
so proud of myself that I looked over to my cousins to see if they were
watching the great deed I was doing, but they of course weren't.  They were
doing exactly the same thing on their side of the bed, but for some strange
reason I knew even then that it wasn't their first time.

   In fact there was a slight difference between us two sets of twins. 
They were being far more electric than Angela and I were and from her moans
of pleasure it was obvious Beth needed no gentle care.  In fact she was
almost wanting more than Bert was capable of giving her even though he
looked like some sort of pro himself.

   I soon discovered that if I rose up on my hands and toes then leaned
forward, bending my dick downward in her that it felt even better to both
of us and that's what did.

   Unknown to me at the time, but I soon learned that the top of my shaft
was grinding against Angela's clit which set her in a climax from hell.

   There was no pulsing climax for me that time though.  It was as if the
floodgate had opened up.  It was just one continues torrent of cum that
seemed to flow evenly into my sister and it lasted forever too.

   "Oh god I can feel it." Angela said as I was hosing her insides.  "Oh
yes oh god!" Then suddenly she closed her legs together landing my cock in
some sort of death grip which almost hurt she squeezed so hard.

   Then the slightest jabs of a couple of contractions hit my cock and it
was over.  My balls finally spent and my dick wilted inside of her and my
legs and arms could no longer support my heavy body.  I flopped over her in
a heap and whimpered my pants of exhaustion in her ear.  "That was...  That
was..."

   Then we kissed and in moments we were all kissing each other I looked
over at Bert.  Almost completely forgetting the girls I crawled over him
and kissed him and as we kissed he lay back.

   I kissed my way down his body and as he unfolded his legs I got between
them and lowered my mouth over his four inches and sealed my mouth around
it and it fit perfectly too.

   It was as if it came naturally to me.  I was sucking his dick for all I
was worth and loving every minute of it!  I sucked and sucked as if there
was no tomorrow.

   I hefted his silky soft ball sack in my right hand and fondled them
while at the same time I caressed his soft hairless pelvic area with the
other.

   He sure lasted a lot longer than I did when he sucked me and my jaw was
beginning to tire before he suddenly lifted his ass off the mattress and
unloaded into my starving mouth.

   I felt with my lower lip his urethra pump gush after gush of his
precious hot boy juice coating my tonsils way in the back of mouth.

   It was the first time I had ever tasted boy cum and at first I reacted
rather alarmed even though I knew the shit was harmless.  I almost backed
off thinking I was going to puke, but as I thought about it I had to admit
to myself that the warm wetness felt good in my mouth.

   Then there was a very mild stinging sensation that almost made me cough
as I instinctively swallowed and a hint of a salty taste that seemed to
linger.  I liked it.  I really liked it.  No, I loved it!  I guess at that
point I was hooked like a drug addict and I knew I would be actively
seeking out boy dick for the rest of my life!

   We only lay quietly for a few minutes after each time we all came.  Then
the petting would start again.  Each one of us freely explored everyone
else without hesitation, guilt or fear.

   I fucked Beth eventually while Bert fucked Angela.  I don't remember how
many times I came that day, but very soon we were all too exhausted to move
anymore and I don't even remember falling asleep.

   Chapter 2 It Must Be Inherited

   "It must be inherited."

   I heard the voice and I knew who it was, but I guess I tried to convince
myself that I was just dreaming.  Then while I tightly clinched my eyelids
together praying it wasn't so, she yelled with a scratchy sound in her
adult voice.  "Mike get the fuck in here!"

   I opened my eyes when I felt the bed convulse in moving naked young
bodies scrambling for some sort of shameful cover.

   "Mom!" I heard Bert yelp in shock as my vision focused in on the doorway
where my dad had just popped his head in to see what was going on.

   Dad came darting in almost pushing aunt Margaret out the window.  "What
the fuck is this?"

   "What does it look like?" She barked.

   Hell I knew what it looked like.  I could picture exactly what it looked
like because I felt arms jolting off of my body from every direction.  I
felt a head of hair under my arm pit bolt up and I felt a head lift off of
my ass and a leg pull out from under my neck as I did my own yanking and
pulling to claim what body parts that were intertwined with other's.  We
had to look like a litter of sleeping puppies.

   What does it look like?  I thought to myself.  It looks like what it is
and there was simply no way to deny it.  There sure was no use in trying to
at that point anyway.  We were busted.

   I just hung my head low in shame while Bert and Beth dove around the
room trying in vein to find their clothes.

   "Don't bother getting dressed!" My dad barked.  "Get back on that bed!"

   They shamefully climbed back on the bed and we all just sat there with
legs crossed like we were at some naked pow-wow waiting for a tomahawk to
fly at us through the air.

   I could hear the utterances of some sort of language being formed, but
before the sounds made actual words, pressed lips halted them.  I swear
when I looked up at our shocked parents they had chipmunk like cheeks
ballooning and straining to keep the words trapped inside their mouths.

   I could picture the words straining to get free too, and none of them
were words like flower, joy, happy or glee.  Hell, I could even imagine
there were a few lost alphabets and punctuation trying to gather like
soldiers lining up for a surprise inspection.

   "Explanation point?"

   "Here sir!"

   "A?"

   "Here sir!"

   "F?"

   "At the ready sir!"

   "S?"

   "S?"

   "Where the fuck is S?"

   "Taking a shit sir!"

   The steam started oozing around their red ears and just when I thought
all those words were about to be launched like a fighter pilot ejecting
from a jet about to blow up Margaret stomped off crying followed closely by
my dad.

   We four sat there in dumb silence for what seemed like forever and after
I heard a deep breath I heard Bert say.  "We'd better go talk to them."

   Bert very cautiously moved and placed a foot on the floor as if the
floorboards would give way.  He then reached down to grasp up a pair of
briefs.  They could have been his and they could have been mine I couldn't
tell, but as soon as his fingers touched them we all jerked to the harsh
voice of my father screaming from the other room.  "I said don't bother
getting dressed!"

   I don't know why I did it to this day, but after another long moment of
silence I huffed and got off the bed.  I remember saying.  "I need
something to drink." Then boldly stepped naked into the living room where
our parents were sitting holding hands next to each other on the couch.

   Knowing they were watching me, but completely ignoring them I walked
around the coffee table, stepped over the ashtray on the floor, which still
had the roach in it and walked into the kitchen where I reached in the
cupboard and picked out a plastic tumbler to drink from.

   I filled it with ice and water from the freezer door and hefted it to my
lips dry from residual marijuana usage and a rather lingering coating of
boy and girl cum.  One thing for sure was that I had a wonderfully nasty
taste in my mouth.

   When the tumbler reached the ridge of my nose I peered past it and my
eyes landed on my dad standing just one foot away from me.  His hands were
crossed over his chest and his glassy eyes stared me down waiting for me to
finish drinking.

   I could have made it last forever, but I saw no point and I was dead
thirsty so I gulped the whole tumbler dry in two swallows.

   "Speak." He ordered as if I were a dog.

   I looked him dead in the face intending to confront my own demons and
without batting an eye I let loose with a wail that must have been heard a
mile away.  "I'm so sorry!" I cried like a baby and fell to my bare knees
begging for forgiveness.  "It just happened!"

   "What happened?" Margaret screamed as she tried to claw her way past my
dad who was doing his best to protect me from her frantic flailing.

   He backed her away and once he calmed her down he returned to me.  "Did
you use protection?"

   "Nooooooo!"

   "Who did you fuck?"

   "Angelaaaaaaaa!"

   "You fucked your own twin sister?"

   "Yessssssss!"

   "Who else?" She screamed from the dining room and I could tell she still
wanted to get at me.

   "Beth."

   "What else did you do?" Dad asked.

   "Smoked pot."

   "What else?"

   All I could do was stick my tongue out and make licking motions because
I couldn't think of the word for it.

   "Who?"

   "Beth and Angela." I couldn't believe I was so freely confessing so
much, but I had no control over my betraying mouth.

   "What else?"

   "Ummm..."

   "What else?"

   "Ummm....  Kissed."

   "Who?"

   "Everyone!" It was at that point I looked past our parents and saw three
heads one over the other in the bedroom doorway.

   "What else did you do?"

   I guess I could have stopped at that point.  I mean after all that was
certainly enough to convict us to hell, but I couldn't.  My mouth had
become my...  our worst enemy.  "Sucked."

   "Sucked?  What do you mean sucked?  Who did you suck?"

   "Bert."

   That seemed to do it.  There was dead silence for a moment.  Crickets...
I heard crickets.  I actually heard crickets!

   "You...  You sucked...  You actually sucked Bert's cock?" My dad asked
in disbelief.

   "Yes." I sniffled.

   "Did...  Did he suck you?"

   "Yes."

   "Did you fuck each other?" He asked.

   "No."

   Then there was silence again and in the midst of all the chirping
crickets came Margaret's withering voice.  "Why not?  You fucking did
everything else under the sun."

   I just shrugged now free of all burning secrets.  "Didn't think of it."

   After another long moment of silence I looked in my dad's face and I saw
a completely new expression.  One I had never seen before.  It was a hybrid
expression.  He no longer looked angry.  He didn't look surprised, but he
did at the same time.  His eyes were wide open, but his lips were tightly
closed.  He looked embarrassed, but in a strange proud way.  "Did... 
you... enjoy it?  I mean with Bert...  Did you enjoy it?"

   I nodded almost proudly that I honestly did.

   Dad turned to face Huey, Dewey and then he looked Louie straight in his
erupting eyes.  "Did you?"

   "Very much." He boldly admitted.

   Dad turned back to me and used his index finger to lift my chin so that
I was sure to face him.  "You know I love you, don't you?"

   "Yes." I quivered and momentarily glanced over at Margaret who now had a
look of disbelief in her face, but dad readjusted my chin to face him
again.

   "I need to talk to your aunt." He calmly and almost at a quiet whisper
said.

   I cautiously rose to my feet and walked to the bedroom once again
looking at the ashtray on the floor as I did.  Three sets of disbelieving
eyes stared me down as I stepped in the room.

   They gathered around me and I could feel the tumbler in my hand, which
seemed to be a part of me now.  Then they all came in for a tight and
affectionate group hug while we waited for the inevitable punishment that
we all know was soon to follow.

   The strange thing is it never came.  The rest of that day no real words
were spoken except to tell us to come and eat.  They had ordered pizza
because Margaret was too upset to cook.  Other than that the only other
thing said was that we should all go to bed.

   We were still naked only because we were never told to get dressed and
of course we broke into sexes.  I automatically went into Bert's room with
him and our sister's slept in Beth's room.

   We closed the door behind us and climbed in bed together from both
sides. I never really considered our parents.  I just assumed and I guess
we all did, that they had a lot to talk about, so I guessed they were
planning on talking all night.

   I really wanted to at least cuddle with Bert and I think he did too, but
all we ended up doing was press our asses together while we lay
uneventfully back to back and fell asleep.

   Chapter 3 Untold Riches (M/F, F/gg, M/bb, F/b, Family, Nudism,
Roughhousing, exh, voy, oral, anal, reluctant, rough, BC)

   I woke to the sounds of birds singing just outside the window.  It had
to be a nest of hungry hatchlings because it was a hell of a high-pitched
racket.

   I opened my eyes, but I hadn't moved yet so I didn't feel anything, but
as soon as I stirred I felt a hand tightly grasping my hard cock and I felt
Bert's hard dick pressed hard along the crack of my ass.  We were very
comfortably spooning and I hated to even think about moving, but my bladder
was screaming for relief.

   Not wanting to wake him, but needing desperately to go, I inched myself
away from his clutching hug and rolled free and with my engorged penis
leading the way I headed out to the hall bathroom.

   Even though we spent the remainder of yesterday in front of our parents
complete naked, I didn't really want either of them to see me in my usual
morning state.  So I peeked my head outside Bert's door and did a quick
left and right look before scurrying to the bathroom while trying my best
to cover my stiffy just incase someone happened along.

   I lifted the lid, but it had one of those padded seats that made it keep
falling, so I had to stand sideways to the bowel to keep the lid propped up
with my thigh.  My dick was so hard I had to lean forward as I bent it
downward to aim my stream into the bowel.

   "Hey." I heard my dad's calm voice say and as I turned to see where he
was the clear glass shower door slid open still dripping wet he stepped out
and grabbed a towel that was hanging on the door rack.

   "Hi." I said now holding the lid up with my thigh, trying to concentrate
on aiming my piss so it wouldn't splatter everywhere and trying in vein to
conceal my morning erection.  I'd never tried to piss with a whole palm
grip before and it really was pointless because we were face to face
anyway.

   "Morning wood?" My dad grinned sympathetically.

   "Yeah." I shyly giggled and I watched my dad now roughly towel his groin
area and I wondered to myself as his dick flung in all directions how he
could do that?

   "Thought you would have gone home last night dad."

   "Well your aunt and I had a lot to discuss last night." He answered
while still naked he filled the sink to shave.

   Finally I willed my piss to start and as it blast free my dad lathered
his face with shaving cream and I noticed that he was using women's shaving
cream and a woman's razor.

   "You can shave with a woman's razor?" I asked as my piss continued to
flow and my dick now started to soften.

   "Sure." He said.  "A razor is a razor.  They only market them for men
and women, but there really is no difference except for the handle."

   "Oh." I grunted as the final dribbles of urine dropped into the bowel.

   "Shake it more than twice, you're playing with it." He said in a serious
way, but I know he couldn't smile with a sharp razor at his throat.

   "I hope you have your will in order dad."

   "Why's that?" He asked and turned to find me with a twirled up towel
ready to snap.

   I had to try to break the tension in the house some way.  It was the
first thing that came to mind and I was desperate.

   "Don't you even think about it." He groveled with a mug full of lather.

   "Or what?" I giggled.

   "You don't want to know."

   "Yes I do." SNAP!  But it missed as he dodged backwards.

   I quickly twirled the towel up again and readied for another shot while
dad arched like Steve Irwin readying for a curled up snake to strike.

   "You really want to go there, do you?" Dad smiled.

   "What have I got to lose dad?" SNAP!  "What have I got to lose?" SNAP!

   Only on that snap got my dad right on the thigh barely missing his
groin, but I thought it did hit by the surprised look he gave me.  When the
towel recoiled my hand missed catching it and it flopped.

   Before I could gather it up again dad rushed me and spun me around
keeping me clutched from behind in a bear hug and I actually thought to
myself that this was the second time today I had a dick between my cheeks.

   Dad wrestled me to the tub and like a rag doll tossed me in and in
almost one motion turned on the cold water.  However the water did not come
out the showerhead, it only came out the tub nozzle.

   "What'ya going to do now dad?" I giggled as he tried again to reach the
tub's hardware.

   Just when I thought I was the superior intellect another hand reached in
from behind dad and after sliding the double glass doors forward pulled the
shower knob up.

   "Ahhh!  I screamed as the cold water overwhelmed me.

   I looked up and over dad's shoulders to find that it was Margaret who
turned me into a giant goose bump.

   On closer inspection she too was totally naked with the exception of a
towel wrapped around her head like a turban.

   I screamed, hyped and hollered for all I was worth trying to break to a
corner where the cold water couldn't reach, but dad held me fast right
under the spray.  Finally he released his grasp on me and when he did I
corned myself where the water could only fall on my feet.

   However, he slid the glass door shut trapping me inside and in order to
shit the shower off I would have to go through the spray of cold water.

   "That aught to cool you off." He laughed while he and Margaret held the
glass doors shut.

   "Oh look at how that dick shrivels up in the cold water!" Margaret
teased.  "Looks pretty harmless now, don't it?"

   I looked down in horror as my dick retreated to the point where
practically the only thing visible was my circumcised gland.  I mean it was
bad enough to be seen naked by your aunt, but if I had to be seen I would
rather it be in a normal flaccid state.  Not hard, not too soft, but just
right.

   Suddenly the bathroom door flew open and there was a mixture of voices
screaming, "Ahhhh!" and in ran Bert, Angela and Beth dog piling on dad and
Margaret.

   When they all tumbled to the floor in a massive heap of nude flesh I
took the opportunity to slide the glass door and escape.

   I ran dripping wet onto the hall carpet and into aunt Margaret's room
where I searched for someplace to hide.

   I spied the partly opened closet and dove into the farthest corner, slid
the door closed and sat in the fetal position with my cold arms wrapping my
knees tight to my chest."

   "Where'd he go?" I kept hearing everyone ask.

   "He couldn't be outside." Dad laughed.  He's naked.

   While they searched the house for me I was in almost complete darkness.
The only light was a sliver of a white line that went from the floor to my
left up to the clothes that hung above my left shoulder.

   Getting ready to dart out the door before they could grab me I got to my
knee so I could spring between their legs, but my hand pressed through a
partly opened box on the floor and I felt an oddly familiar shape in my
hand.

   I say oddly familiar because I knew instantly what it felt like, but I
couldn't understand how that could be.  It was firm, but fleshy...  It had
all the right curves and bumps in all the right places, but unless Margaret
was secretly Jeffery Dahmer, how could that be?

   Skittishly I lifted it out of the box and held it up to the light and
sure enough it was a very realistic looking dildo!  It was made of some
kind of rubber that had a soft fleshy feel to it, but it held its firm
erection stance in my hand.

   That's when the door slid open and all noise stopped except for a gasp
of air and Margaret saying.  "Oh my gosh!"

   Then there was another gasp of air as I heard Beth's voice.  "Mom?"

   I could tell Margaret was humiliated enough already, but I had to know,
so I looked in the inwardly caved box and pulled out another thing that
sort of felt tube like.  I thought it was another dildo, but to my total
confusion when I pulled it up and out of the box it was a leather whip.

   "Oh god no Aaron.  Please put those things back in the box."

   Feeling her embarrassment I started to, but dad stopped me.  "Wait a
minute Aaron...  Give me that box."

   I place the "Toys" back in the box even though they stayed sticking out
because of the flapps preventing them from going in properly.  With both
hands I handed the box to my dad as if the box contained a ticking bomb for
him to defuse.

   Dad took the box in much the same fashion past my aunt with her hands
over her eyes as if she thought that if she couldn't see us then we
couldn't see her.

   "Aaron, come out of the closet." Dad said as he set the box on the bed
and then sat next to it facing us.

   "Yeah Aaron!" Bert giggled.  " Come out of the closet."

   "Shut up." I snarled at his lame attempt at humor.

   "Mike don't." Margaret pleaded.

   "Margie..." Dad said to her.  "You and I agreed last night that we
should have a talk with them about sex..."

   "Yes, but..."

   "Well, this seems as good a time as any."

   With no further argument from Margaret dad said.  "Gather around kids,
we need to talk."

   We all including Margaret formed a semicircle around dad as he flipped
open the mysterious box in such a way, as to make us feel it was a treasure
chest filled with unknown riches.

   "What's all in there?" I heard Bert ask.

   So there we stood, all of us naked, encircling dad and me still dripping
wet and shivering cold as dad looked defeated as his eyes darted back and
forth between the box and us.

   "Marge and I discussed the events of yesterday." He said in a low tone.
"And we want you to know that we understand what happened and why."

   We all listened intently as he continued.  "We wanted you to be a little
older before you started having sex, but since there's no sense in locking
a barn door after the horse has already gotten out we think at least we
should try and keep the horse on this side of the fence."

   "Now I know you've all had sex education last year in school, so I won't
bore you with the mechanics on how things work." He paused.  "What I'm
talking about is acceptable sexual behavior."

   "What is acceptable sexual behavior?" I asked and by that time I was
almost dry with the exception of my hair.

   "That's a tough question." Dad said.  "What may be acceptable behavior
to one person, my be completely unacceptable to another.  To some people
what you all did yesterday was nothing short of disgusting."

   "Disgusting?" I queried.  "We didn't do anything disgusting."

   "No son." Dad answered.  "It's not the things you did with each other
that was disgusting.  It was who you did them with that most people find
offensive."

   "Why?" I asked looking around the room at the people I loved most in the
world.

   "Because you're all family."

   "So?" Bert sprang in.  "What's wrong with that?"

   "Well, let's say you Aaron got Angela pregnant with your baby." He tried
to explain.  "There is a high chance that the baby would be born with
defects or retarded."

   "Really?"

   "That's the word."

   "Have you ever seen one?" Bert asked.

   "One what?"

   "A retarded or deformed person?"

   "Yes I have." He answered.

   "Was his parents related to each other?"

   "I don't think so."

   "Have you ever seen a retarded or deformed person whose parents were
related?" Beth asked.

   "I don't think so."

   "Then how do you know that's true?" She followed.

   Dad sat there dumbstruck.  He had no answer.  Dad was never one to take
anything as fact unless he knew it to be so, I could tell though that he
was looking back in his collective memory and education for something,
anything that would keep his lifelong belief from becoming a mere myth.

   "I'll have to look into that." Dad caved.  "In the mean time let's talk
about the things in this box."

   "No please don't." Margaret again pleaded.

   Dad looked up at her with an evil grin and while he blindly reached in
the box he paused and asked her.  "You don't want me to show what's in this
box, do you?"

   "No I don't."

   "Why?"

   "That's personal." She insisted.

   However I sensed something was wrong.  It seemed she was a living
oxymoron.  She was saying no with her mouth true, but I could tell by her
eyes and body language that she was acting much like we kids do on
Christmas Eve.

   "What shall I grab?" Dad asked her.

   "Please don't grab that big thing."

   "Mom?" Beth stammered in disbelief.

   "You mean this big black dildo in here?" Dad asked and only lifted it
enough to see not the dildo we saw before which was a perfect replica of a
white man's dick.  Instead he had a thick black tube that was almost too
wide for his hand to close around.

   I couldn't see how long it was because it was still half in the box, but
judging by its thickness...  "OH my GOD!"

   "No please Mike..." She said licking her lips.  "Not him."

   "Dad?" Angela quivered.

   "Shush!" Dad ordered her.

   "Not who?" Dad asked.

   "Not Master Black sir."

   (Sir?)

   "Oh?  Is this Master Black?" Dad seemed to tease as he slowly pulled the
long, thick, black phallus into view.

   Then something very familiar started to happen.  Something I don't think
I should have seen before, but recognized it in my dad.  It was a look. 
I've seen that look before, but when?

   "You want this, don't you?"

   "Yes...  Sir."

   Then it started happening right before our shocked eyes.  Dad spread his
legs and straightened to an upright sit on the bed.  Now plainly in view
his dick started to stand to attention.

   "How badly?" He asked as slowly, but steadily it rose towards his hairy
abdomen.

   "Bad sir." She said with the glassy look of a starving child peering
into a candy shop window.

   "Prove it." He ordered.  "Show these innocent children of ours how
desperately you want this."

   "Dad?" I heard myself choke as the woman who just yesterday was ready to
strangle me for having sex with my sister and cousins, got to her knees
before us and crawled over to her own twin brother's now rock hard man
sized cock and with her right hand reached out and gripped it!

   "That's it...  BITCH!"

   "Dad!"

   "Grab that meat and show these kids how to really treat a cock!"

   Suddenly dad's cock was not only rock hard and dripping pre-cum like it
was a leaky faucet, but it was almost as big as the black dildo Margaret
was begging for.

   "Mom!"

   Margaret leaned in with mouth open to the stretching point, she lay her
tongue out over her lower teeth like a dog and by dragging it along the
whole length of dad's shaft she managed to save the entire string of
pre-cum on its length.  Then to our surprise she lowered her stretched
mouth over dad's massive cock and tightly sealed her lips around it!

   With her latched on like a calf nursing dad got to his feet and slid the
black dildo along Margaret's full cheek.

   I could tell as she followed the dildo with her eyes that she wanted
that thing bad, but she never released dad's cock from her sucking mouth.
She just tried reaching for it with her hand, but dad kept pulling it away
keeping it just out of her reach.

   "Beth come her." Dad ordered.

   With saucer wide eyes Beth stiffly, almost like Frankenstein
hypnotically stepped up to them.

   Dad handed her the dildo and said.  "Get on your knees behind your
mother."

   With only a questioning look she did as she was told and got down on her
knees right behind aunt Margaret.

   "Let her know it's there." He said while indicating with his head a nod
letting her know it's ok to do so.

   Tentatively Beth lowered the Billy club like rubber tube just running
the tip along the length of her mother's slit.

   Margaret shifted her ass backward and tried to scream, but her mouth was
muffled full of my dad's engorged cock.

   When Beth lifted it again and it was in full view the tip of the black
monster was coated in clear liquid.  It was much shinier than it was before
that was certain.

   "Angela?" Dad barked causing the entranced girl to leap in stunned
shock.

   "Reach in the box and pull out the dildo Aaron had in his hands."

   Like Beth, Angela slowly and cautiously crept forward and stretched her
body and neck over the edge of the bed so she could see in the box.  "Which
one was it?"

   "The one that looks like my dick."

   Carefully, like it was going to bite her she reached in the box and
pulled out the same one I was holding in the closet.

   "Aaron."

   (Oh god not me!) I thought as I looked in his powerful eyes.

   "In the night stand beside the bed next to you there is a bottle with a
round cover.  Get it."

   I only had to make a single step and reached down sliding the drawer
out. I looked in to find a very small yellow bottle with the word "RUSH"
boldly emblazoned on it.  I reached in and lifted it up.

   "No not that." Dad said rather miffed.  "The big bottle."

   I was about to put it back before dad said.  "Keep that out now, but get
the big bottle.  It may have rolled to the back of the drawer."

   With my other arm and without looking I blindly reached in the drawer
grasping a bottle that felt a little slippery and pulled it out.

   "That's it." Dad smiled.  "Bring it over to Angela and pour some of that
shit on the dildo."

   I did as dad told me and while I was doing it dad barked out to Bert. 
"You take that small bottle from Aaron."

   We briefly and nervously clasped fingers as he grabbed the bottle from
me.

   "Angela, go beside Beth and do the same thing she did, but do it to
Margaret's ass hole."

   "What?" Angela sparked.

   "You heard me."

   Angela shrugged her shoulders and did as she was told.  When she did so
Margaret moved and screeched again only this time she backed away from
dad's cock.

   Dads seemed to have none of that and grabbed hold of both sides of his
sister's head and forced her back down on his rod.  "Did I tell you to stop
bitch?"

   "Hey!" Bert barked.

   "Don't worry boy." Dad smiled.  "It's all part of the talk we're
having."

   "This is talking?"

   "Ok." Dad said looking at us boys.  "Listen very closely.  I'm going to
tell you what to do in very distinct order.  Do what I tell you to do as
fast as you can, but wait till I'm finished talking before you start. 
Understand?"

   "Yeah." We both said.

   "First shake the little bottle.  There is a small ball inside and you
will here it rattle when you shake it.  After you shake it a little, very
quickly open it, bring it to one nostril take a deep breath in, while
holding the other nostril closed.  Hold your breath as long as you can
while you pass the bottle to Aaron and Aaron you do the same, but take the
lid when you're done and quickly close it up.  You have to be fast cause
the stuff inside evaporates really, really fast.  Ok?"

   "What is it?" I asked.

   "Just do it."

   Well, everyone else was doing what dad said and I knew he wasn't going
to do anything to hurt any of us so I trusted him.  First Bert did what he
was told and I saw him breath deep through his nose.  Then his cheeks
started turning read as he handed me the bottle.

   I didn't wait to see what happened to him, I just did what dad said and
even though it smelled like old and dirty gym shoes and stung my nose I
held my breath as I closed the bottle up.

   "Now grab each other's dicks," Dad said.  "And watch what the girls are
doing."

   In less than a second and while we were grabbing for each other's dicks
the room started thumping.  What we watched the girls doing took on a whole
new (Whatever)!"

   "Holy shit!" I coughed as I let my lungs relax from the chemical
assault. It was an absolutely indescribable feeling.  Here I was holding my
cousin's beautiful dick in my wanting hand while we looked on over a
beautiful woman whom we knew only as aunt and mom, sucking my dad and his
uncle's cock!  AND at the same time our sisters were diddling around
Margaret's ass and pussy with huge ass rubber dicks!

   I was instantly there.  I was with my dad while his sister was sucking
him.  I was with Margaret as she sucked and in my own mind I could feel the
magnificent feelings she was feeling as the girls manipulated the toy cocks
to just caress at her two entrances even though I had never even considered
my ass as a possible sexual organ.

   Mostly though I was holding on to something I truly wanted.  I was
holding onto Bert's cock and god did it feel good in my loving grip!

   "Go ahead boys." Dad urged us.  "Do it again.  Only this time get as
much as you can."

   Eagerly we did it again and as soon as I was trying to close the lid...
"Holy fuck dad!  What is this shit?"

   Dad giggled and said.  "Poppers."

   "Now girls." Dad said as we boys hypnotically watched on.  "Shove those
fuckers all the way in as far as they will go."

   I almost felt sorry for aunt Margaret as she lurched forward which
caused dad's dick to get shoved all the way in her mouth as far as it would
go.  When that happened he clasped onto her head and wouldn't let her up
again.  He spat in her face and screamed.  "Take it BITCH!"

   Her face turned red as she choked on that huge cock, but I swear I felt
no guilt for what I was witnessing.  I felt no sorrow for my aunt.  I felt
no shame for the girls.  All I felt was pure unbridled lust and a little
jealousy that it wasn't me down on my hands and knees getting that huge rod
shoved down my tortured throat.  I knew I could do a better job than her,
although the ass thing...  I would have to consider more carefully.

   "Oh God!" I heard Bert sigh and then with no other words spoken.  We did
another hit of the poppers, gave the bottle to dad, turned towards each
other, kissed and stepped towards the unused bed.

   We hefted the box gently to the flood and only breaking our ravishing
kiss to get in the sixty-nine position.  After that it was a sexual
free-for-all!

   I couldn't get that dick down my mouth fast enough.  I wanted it more
than life its self.  Although he didn't hold my head like dad did to
Margaret I even experimented by trying to shove it in my mouth till his
pubic bone rubbed against my gums and the gland was rubbing my tonsils.

   I forced myself to hold it there while the gag reflexes took me over. 
Still I held myself firm that I would pass out before I let it go.  His
balls were even covering both of my nostrils like a pillow insuring there
was absolutely no air to be had, but I held my ground.

   Something about that must have sparked something in dad, because
suddenly there was a loud clap and I felt my left ass cheek sting.

   "Suck that dick boy!  Make daddy proud!"

   I had to take a breath...  I had to!  I didn't want to, but I had to! 
When I finally did yank my head back emptying my mouth Bert shot his load
and coated my left eye in his stinging cum.  It burned in such a wonderful
way that I shot down his ravishing mouth.

   Another shot of his cum found its way up my nose, but before he shot
another I was back over it with my mouth.  Instead of shoving it back down
my throat again though, I just placed the head between my lips and let the
rest of his ropes of cum fall deliciously on my taste buds.  Oh God!

   "Get your ass over here boy!" Dad ordered and I found myself leaping
towards him with glee.  I couldn't believe it was me, but I knew or at
least I hoped I knew what he wanted.

   "Want another load of cum boy?"

   "Yeah." I beamed.

   "One second...  One second...  That's it bitch, one more second!"

   Dad then shoved Margaret's head off his dick and she withered to the
floor choking and gagging, but I paid it little attention.  In that very
moment I was going down on my dad's monster cock taking it all the way down
as far as I could tolerate.

   "That's it!" Dad said and grabbed both sides of my small head with his
large calloused hands.  "Breath out as you go down on it and you can fit it
all in like a pro."

   I did what he said and pushed air past my flapping cheeks emptying my
lungs of precious oxygen.

   Bert got down next to my head and whispered in my ear.  "Want some
more?"

   I was getting tunnel vision, but I drifted my eyes over to see that
wonderful small bottle.

   "Yeah I can hold one more second boy." Dad cooed.  "Have some."

   Keeping my lungs empty dad allowed me to back off a bit.  Bert opened
the bottle, held it for me, held a nostril closed with his free finger and
I breathed in as deep as I could.

   Then in an instant I was back to having my dad's dick down my throat,
but I let no air go.  In fact there was no air in my lungs aside for what
accidentally slipped in as I whiffed that magic brew.

   Suddenly I was taken to another place as I strove for oral perfection. I
felt something slippery at my ass hole.  Then there was a blunt intrusion,
but the pain was more than bearable.  It was welcomed!

   It hurt like nothing I ever felt before, but I didn't give a shit.  Dad
held my head over his dick and even though I was starting to convulse he
held me in place.  God I loved it!

   When I felt something soft and flat pressing against my ass cheeks I
knew it wasn't a dildo.  It was hips and I was being fucked.  It could only
be Bert, but Bert was right by my head still trying pointlessly to offer me
more poppers.

   I felt hands grab both sides of my ass and I felt the intruder start to
pull out and then back in.  I couldn't measure with my ass, or at least I
hadn't learned to yet, but what I felt in there had to be bigger than I
knew Bert could offer up anyway.

   I looked to my left and could see my sister and cousin Beth on the floor
in a sixty-nine muzzling up to each other's cunts, so it couldn't be them.
Besides they're girls and don't have dicks...  That only leaves...  But
still...  How...?

   The last thing I remember was my cock violently jolting as I unloaded my
soul onto the carpet below me, my dad's hot cum blasting down my throat and
a haze of blue then gray and then black.




   To Be Continued