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 THIS TRINITY PROTECTS AND SERVES Incest Tales 10

   By DannyR (MMMM/b, t/t, oral, anal, incest, extreme pedo) Copyright
2008-2011.  All rights reserved.

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what did you think?  So when you're done, put your fingers to a dried-off,
cleaned-up keyboard and start by typing: dr_harris_81@hotmail.com.

   DISCLAIMER: Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between
fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never
will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things
depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and
then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. 
After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is
true about child molesters in prison, is really true.  Now that we're clear
on what's what, and what's not, read on.

   Part 6.  Fireman, Fireman, Fuck My Child

   We were clearly well and truly fucked.  But marines and cops always
finished their tasks.  So we finished the fuck while Jake...watched, or
shut his eyes, or walked or ran away, whatever.  When Dan's cunt muscles
had squeezed out the last of my cum, and my hand had milked the last of
his, I eased my cock out with that satisfying squishy sound a well-fucked
cunt makes when the dick is removed.  His hole was gaping a bit, and some
bright white cum, a little runny with ass juices, was oozing out.  I
scooped it up with two fingers of my cummy left hand, shifted to my right
so that I could plop my ass on the edge of the blanket and rest against the
couch arm.

   Jake was still there, but I didn't look up at him.  Not yet.  When
you're caught fucking up, never admit it's a fuck up.  And Dan, big, brave
marine fucking pussy Dan just stayed where he was, head resting on his
hands on the couch, letting big brother deal with the mess, just like when
we were growing up.  Still without looking up, I sucked my first two
fingers into my mouth, all the way, lapping up the mixture of Dan's cum,
mine, and his pussy juice.  And then I licked my hand clean.  I almost went
back for pussy cum seconds, but figured that was too fucking much, even for
me.

   I slouched a little like I was getting comfortable, feeling the tension
rise in the room as no one said a fucking word.  Looked up, then, at Jake,
who'd wasn't, after all, standing in the doorway.  Well, fucking, well. 
You see, it's been my experience that when someone sees something that is
truly a shock, they freeze.  If they don't turn away in horror, they've got
cement boots at the bottom of the bay and stay where they are, watching,
trying not to watch but watching still.  And not fucking moving.

   Then there are the ones who move.  Not move away, but fucking toward. 
They'll deny it if you challenge them, stammer they were so shocked they
didn't know what they were doing, didn't realize.  Fucking lie whether they
know it, admit it to themselves, or not.  Just like the ones who drive by a
bad crash on the highway, with ambulances and fire trucks and blood and
bodies and crushed vehicles, and they slow down as slow as they can
possibly go, sometimes even stopping until the horns behind finally force
them to move, or a glare from a furious cop does, but something in what
they're seeing pulls them, tightens their bellies, turns them on.  Yeah,
fucking turns them on.

   Like my son Jake.

   Who was standing there not two feet away from my own naked feet.  Way
fucking into the room.  Any closer and I'd've kicked him when I turned
over.

   He was holding my grandson on his hip.  And that "Dad!" had been close
by, my ear-memory recalled, so he had to have opened the door, seen what
was going on, fucking heard what was going on in those last few minutes or
even minute or so, walked in, close enough to get a good view of his
hairy-assed cop father fucking his hairy-assed marine uncle's shit hole,
close enough to hear all that was said.  And he still hadn't run, or really
interrupted or done anything to convey real shock and awe and righteous
indignation.

   Well, fucking, well.

   I grinned up at him and his eyes widened.  What?  He was expecting
dismay, remorse, repentance, embarrassment?  I groped my messy, sweaty,
sticky pubes and cock and balls and his eyes followed my hand and then
jerked to my face when he realized what he'd done.  He'd willingly watched
his own father play with himself instead of averting his gaze in manly,
son-ly shyness.

   I grinned even wider.  "What?  You never heard of fantasy fucking?"

   Dan groaned.

   I smacked his hard-muscled ass.  "Jesus, bro, your nephew has already
seen your butch shitter getting fucked by his dad, so now descriptions are
bothering you?  Christ, just turn the fuck around so we can...talk this
out."

   Though I suspected, fuck, I was Ivory soap sure, there was going to be
more than talking going on in the not too distant future.  Dan reluctantly
turned over so that the two naked, sweaty, cum and ass juice stained
brothers were sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, well,
actually, against the blanket, since we both had no desire to have Alicia
rip us new ones for messing up her new furniture.  No, not pussy-whipped.
Just ordinary husbands who knew what battles to fight, and what battles
they could win.

   "How much did you hear?"

   "Uh, I, uh..."

   "Jesus, Jake, just spit it out.  We're all three adults, and Jimmy there
sure isn't old enough to understand." True, true, but sicko pedo perv that
I am, especially knowing that John had slid his own fuck meat into his baby
boy's pussy, busting Davey's cherry when the kid was only nine months old,
I had this sudden image of me doing the same with my grandson.  Fuck, he
was old enough.  More than old enough since I'd already fucked my own three
month old baby boy's cunt.  Twice.  So there were actually months of
grandson kid cunt wasted.  No way to get that back but no reason not to
make up for lost time.  Probably starting today if I had my own sick way.
My dick plumped up a bit.  I restrained a smug smile.  Not bad for a
mid-forties father and grandfather and pedo.

   "Not...not a lot, Dad.  Hard...uh...hardly anything.  Really." My son
had gone all shy and wouldn't look at either of us.  Not, of course, that
he'd ever seen either of us naked after fucking each other, and I doubted
he'd seen us naked even before that except maybe briefly in a pool changing
room or the locker room at the gym where we have memberships.  Well, I have
a membership at a hefty fee.  Jake rides on mine.  Little bro gets the
marine-serving-in-Iraq discount: 100%.  For him and his family.  My
nephews: Dan, Jr.  (nineteen, a blond college sophomore hunk who gets his
looks from his mother's Swedish side of the family); Mike (fourteen), Nick
(nine) and little Billy (two) from Dan's current wife.  I have the
impression after all these kids, and with Dan still serving overseas, she
may be getting to the same point Laney (the first wife) did, and be ready
to say fuck it to a marriage with a husband who was rarely home, and who
obviously kept knocking her up.  All of them hot, hot, hot...now that I was
thinking about them from my pedo perv point of view.  Even little Billy. 
Especially little Billy?  Well, shit, getting sidetracked from the issue at
hand got me a little more hard.

   I yanked my attention back.  Put some fatherly patience in my voice, the
tone that tells your kid he's half of a nanosecond away from his old man
erupting if he doesn't get his fucking act together and do what's he's
told. "Tell me, Jake."

   "Jeez, alright, Dad.  Just, I don't know, like I said, not much, I
wasn't here that long, really, I was just so surprised, I should've...." He
picked up on my glare, and blurted, "Okay, okay!  Something about, uh, a
log, and uh...about your...er...penis being wider than any, uh, hmmm, er,
turd that had been up his, uh, uh, eight year old shitter. 
Or...or...something."

   I have an excellent memory.  Not eidetic, unfortunately, but close
enough to be a real asset as a marine and a cop.  And lucky me, I could
replay those memories in my head with a pretty fair degree of accuracy.  So
I "replayed" our voices in the role-playing fuck...and realized we'd both
been so intent on the pedo sex we'd been revealing to each other, and the
pedo fuck fantasy we were indulging in...that we hadn't been aware of Jake
coming into the room.  Fuck, we hadn't even heard him come in the house,
and normally both of us would not have missed a thing like that.  On the
other fuck, it wasn't exactly normal for butch brothers our age to be
talking about pedo fucking an Afghani boy, and getting down to brotherly
cocksucking, and then the fuck.  So no surprise we fucked up on situational
awareness; we'd definitely have to rectify that for the next time.  And
motherfuck, was there ever going to be a next time!

   And Jake had been here the whole fucking time.  From the moment Dan got
down on the floor, turned around and presented his definitely not virgin
man-cunt to his older brother for a pedo fantasy fuck!  And he'd kept his
mouth shut.  And watched.  And only spoke up when it was obvious that any
second I was going to be through fucking my brother, and I'd likely pull my
cock out of his ass cunt, turn around, look around, and find Jake spying on
us.

   Yeah, fucking spying.  Surprise at what you see.  Pause.  Shock.  Pause.
Blurting out your surprise.  That's the fucking sequence.  Not moving in
closer, being very, very quiet, gambling that your year old son will stay
equally quiet, so you can get a good luck at your cop dad fucking your
marine colonel uncle.

   "It bother you?"

   "Wh...what?"

   "What you saw?  What you heard?"

   Jake made a pretty damned good stab at righteous indignation.  It didn't
work, but still, you always have to try your best at whatever you're trying
to do.  "Well, Jesus the fuck Christ, dad, what the fuck do you think? 
M...my father and my uncle are fucking in the living room in an unfucking
locked home, my home where I grew up, and they're, Christ, pretending my
uncle is a skinny eight year old getting practically raped by his sixteen
year old brother!  Yeah, dad, I sure the fuck am bothered."

   "That why you're hard?" I really couldn't tell.  Unlike Ric and me, who
normally went commando, as we had today, I suspected Jake was wearing
underwear.  But sometimes you bluff.  Successfully.

   "H...no!  Uh, h...hell, no.  Jeez, dad, what the fuck kind of question
is that and in front of your grandson, too."

   Nice try.  Not bad for an amateur.  Oh, sure, Jake was a fantastic,
disciplined, dedicated fireman, as deeply into protecting and serving as
his father and uncle, and paternal grandfather and great-uncle.  But he
wasn't used to having to control his emotions and body language the way
cops and, well, let's be honest, the way warriors like Dan have to, in
order not just to do their jobs, but to do them extraordinarily well.  So
he didn't realize that the way you move your lips when you're starting to
say "how"--as in maybe "How the fuck did you know I was hard, daddy?"--is
slightly different from when you're starting to say "hell."

   "Don't give me that crap, Jake.  You've never been able to lie to me any
more than my brother can, regardless of how well you convince others. 
Right, Dan?"

   I felt, more than saw, his shoulders shrug.  "Give it up, Jakie, it's a
waste of time.  You ought to have learned your lesson by now." Like Dan had
ever learned.  He'd still tried today.

   But...interesting.  Dan had just taken my son back quite a few years. 
Fifteen or so, in fact.  Back to the time when we all called him Jakie. 
Like when he was six or seven.  In fact, it didn't really stop until he was
about nine, when he firmly informed us all that he was a grown-up boy, and
not a little kid, and his name was Jake.  Was Dan thinking of a private
fantasy fuck of his, what, five, six, seven, eight, nine year old nephew?
Damn, but that was a fucking hot image, especially if you substituted his
daddy for his uncle.  Or put both of them in the picture with a cock in
each of the "little boy's" holes.  And now I was pretty much hard again. 
Not quite all the way, but close.

   Jake...Jakie...gave in.  "Okay, yeah, so I got hard.  Am hard.  So the
fuck what.  Most guys get hard watching someone else have sex right in
front of them."

   I chuckled, grabbed my meat and blatantly gave it the tug needed to have
it standing up again.  It was like I'd lassoed Jake's eyes, and hauled them
down to my crotch, and then let the rope loose so he could shift them away
again.

   I nonchalantly scratched my big low-hangers, played with them, actually,
but officer I was just adjusting myself and that's the story I'm gonna
stick to!

   "Want to know how my little bro and I wound up in a fantasy fuck?"

   Dan's half-shouted "Ric, no!" naturally overrode my son's definitely
reluctant, softer "no," which was said with his eyes anywhere but on me or
us.

   I just looked at my boy, and said, "Jakie." Just the one word...but with
that long "a" sound drawn out.  The same soft tone I'd used when that was
his name and he was...well, let's just call it fibbing.  And behind the
tone was the threat of a nice paddling if he didn't shape up.  The same
threat that was, oddly enough, still there, right here and now.  And damn
if that didn't make my dick ooze precum at that thought of my naked hunky
fireman son bent over my lap, with his daddy's hard meat jutting up and
leaking at him, while I turned his ass cheeks bright fucking red with the
flat of my hand.

   "Yeah."

   Dan's half-heard "fuck!" was of the goddamnit I didn't want this to
happen but it sure the fuck looks like it will variety.

   I looked over at my stony-faced bro, and said, "Well, your uncle was
telling me about this one day...back in Afghanistan, about five years ago,
he fucked a little boy."

   "Huh?"

   I didn't look up at my son to see the extent of the facial shock/body
shock on display from that revelation.  I just kept watching Dan, and kept
right on talking.  "Yeah, a little dark Afghani boy, maybe nine, your uncle
paid a few bucks and the boy's daddy watched.  And eventually joined in." I
told Jake the short version of the fuck story that had led to my fantastic
cum, and then me giving my marine brother a blowjob and then me fucking his
ass in an incest pedo boy fuck fantasy.

   And all the time I was talking on autopilot while my mind reviewed what
I'd seen, and if I hadn't been looking right at him by sheer chance I'd
never have seen it.  My visual memory is as good as my auditory one, and I
could spin a story or make a report while thinking of something else.  Here
it was a "something else" that caused a double dose of in-my-head "what the
fucks?" when I started talking.

   You see, my brother has two tells.  One is the one that lets me know for
sure he's lying.  The other is a little more complex.  Not the tell itself,
but what it means.  It took me the longest time to figure it out, like
maybe until I was about sixteen.  Most of the time what it means is that
someone has just said something he knows is wrong--a mistake, something
said recklessly without regard for truth or falsehood, a deliberate lie or
one of its infinite variations in all the shades of grey--and he knows what
the truth is, and has no intention of speaking up.  Sometimes it means he
knows something no one else does and part of him doesn't want him to share,
and another part wants to tell, and he's fighting with himself on it.

   When it's a flat-out lie he's telling, and his tell tells me that's
what's going on, my tone tells him I know he's lying and virtually all of
the time he caves and tells me the truth.  At worst, he just shuts up and
won't talk.

   The other tell...well, that's different.  Yeah, it's the same in the
sense that the second tell tells me he's holding back, but to get him to
reveal it you first have to "prove" what's going on.  And that means you
have to be able to specifically identify what happened...what was said,
what was done, whatever...or what the subject was about which he was hiding
something.  I admit I haven't always had the same success with the hiding
tell as with the lying tell.  And I guess I have tells of my own, because
he always knows when I'm just guessing, pulling something out of the air,
out of my ass.  Not that we'd played this particular game in years, hell,
ten or more.

   I went over and over the visual cues because I wasn't sure if I'd seen
the hiding tell twice, really close together, or just one time...or...well
fuck me!  (Been there, done that, gonna do it again as often as I can.)
Three times?  And then I had it.  My voice trailed off and I glanced up at
my son, noting in passing that he was definitely squeezing his meat through
his jeans, and breathing a little more heavily.  A good sign for what came
to mind just a few minutes ago, but right then I had the proverbial bigger
fish to catch and fry.

   "Danny."

   Oh, my bro is good.  So fucking marine good.  The flinch was there, I
fucking knew it, but could never prove it, never get an admission out of
him because it was buried way inside the stone façade.

   "You're hiding something."

   He didn't say anything.  At this point he had no obligation to.  He'd
always had a right to remain silent because he sure as shit knew anything
he let loose at this point in the proceedings could and would be used
against him.

   "It wasn't just that one day with the little boy...Zahid?...was it?"

   He shook his head "no," and then, like the occasional dumb fuck he can
be when dealing with me, he let himself relax just the tiniest increment.
Not enough for any of his men, his buddies, his commanding officers, the
rest of his family, to see.  Just me.  I found him out and he was going to
have to tell me about the rest of his pedo boy fucks (or girl fucks if
there were) over there.  But that was all I knew, and the rest of the
secret was safe.  Or secrets.

   Like fuck.

   I looked up at my son.  Directly at him, now.  "Seems your pedo uncle,"
and I felt, more than saw, the definite wince in Dan's face, and definitely
saw an even bigger one in Jake's, "was holding out on me.  He wasn't just a
one-time, slip of the dick into a kiddy cunt, overseas where it's not that
important, pedophile.  He's been dipping his dick into young, really
fucking young, pussy a lot more often than that.  Haven't you, bro?"

   A resigned, "yeah," was the response.

   "So you were in Afghanistan how long before you got pulled into the
attack on Iraq?"

   "Six months."

   "How many times?"

   "Uh, about once a week."

   Fuck!  Five fucking years ago my brother was fucking little boys
overseas and not sharing.  Or letting me know.  Or seeing if I was as much
of a genetic pervert as he was.  Well, fuck, that's what I was doing for
him, wasn't I?  Since I found out how much of a pedo fag I was?  Bastard
prick!

   "Zahid all the time?"

   "Uh, no."

   Out-fucking-rageous.  Bad enough to be fucking his white cock into that
delicious dark boy cunt, but to have had access to more boys?  Fucking
prick bastard cocksucking shithead jarfuckinghead!

   "Who...and don't fucking make me drag every detail out of you.  Just
give us the short version.  You can spill your guts later, and trust me,
Danny, you will spill your guts."

   I looked up at my son, who was staring at us with a kind of glaze in his
eyes, and a prominent bulge in his jeans.  "And you, asshole!"

   "Huh?" Jake suddenly joined us again and focused on me.

   "Give Jimmy to me." He hesitated, just long enough for me to have to
add, "Just fucking do it, Jake!" He did and I cradled my year old grandson
in my left arm.

   "Now get those fucking clothes off, Jakie, and join the family." He
started to get that mulish "I won't I won't I won't" look, but I cut him
off.  "Jakie, I've fucking decided you're not too fucking old to paddle. 
Now, you really think that I can't hand off my grandson to his
great-uncle..." I really got a kick out of reminding my younger brother
that he was a "great" uncle...in the age sense, no matter how good he was
otherwise.  "...get up, grab your sorry ass, sit in that chair, pull you
down over my knees, yank your jeans off, rip `em if I have to, and then
pound your bottom until you're squealing?"

   He clearly wanted to balk, at least at the "squealing" part, but despite
his youth (literally half my age) I substantially outweighed him and as
strong as he was, I was stronger.  He did what he was told, only hesitating
when he reached his white briefs, but not long enough to trigger me
speaking.  Then he was down to bare, hairy skin.

   Well, fucking, well, well, well.  It seems my boy must've inherited
something else from my late wife's side of the family.  He must have got
his other grandfather's cock.  Seven inches of uncut slender meat, with a
fat mushroom head and a wide, oozing piss slit.  Balls as big as ours, too.
I glanced at my bro, saw he was staring at his nephew's dick and knew we
were both thinking the same thing...what that cock would feel like in our
cunts.  What it would look like sliding into little boy cunt.  My son was
still blushing, but at least he didn't do the shy girly thing and try to
hide his hardon.

   "Talk, Danny." I was still holding my surprisingly quiet grandson in my
left arm, but I could reach into my brother's lap and fondle his hard dick.
He opened his mouth, but I held my hand up to stop him.  A better idea had
occurred to me.

   "Jakie, you ever sucked cock?"

   "Christ, no, daddy!" Now wasn't that a nice look of shock on his face.
Not so much from the denial...not unexpected since the three of us
apparently grew up believing we were straight...but the "daddy" addition.
And the faint, faint touch of a little boy voice to his words.

   "Your pedo uncle has.  Little Afghani boy dickie.  And Afghani daddy
meat, big fucking meat." There was the tiniest of sighs from my bro,
admitting I was right.  "And so has your pedo daddy."

   Fuck I love shocking my family.  But why the shit it should be a
surprise when that's what this whole fucking scene was about, I don't the
fuck know.  Did they think I'd just fantasized about it?  Guess the fuck
so.

   "Been there, done that, guys.  Had me a baby boy, too.  Fucked his young
pussy hard `cause he's a slut who likes it.  Had his daddy up my ass. 
Granddaddy, too.  Both of the kid cunt's grandpas, in fact.  Ya pay or ya
don't play." I wasn't quite ready to let on I'd also fucked my own three
month old baby's cunt.  Not yet.  "So since your daddy and your uncle are
the experienced pedo fags here, I think maybe you ought to learn, too. 
Suck your uncle's dick, Jakie."

   "I never...."

   "Whole fuckin' point, son.  You never.  Now you are.  And if all this
shit is so fucking offensive, how come you're so fucking hard you're
pissing precum?"

   "I...don't know, daddy."

   "Yeah, son, you do.  So when you watched me fantasy fuck your uncle, and
heard about us fucking little boy cunts...really young little boy cunts,
what was goin' through your head?  The upstairs one, kid, `cause we can see
what the little head was thinking."

   "H...how fucking hot that would be."

   I got a little impatient, and my tone showed it.  "Fuck, Jakie.  Stop
being a sissy wimp and just say it."

   This time we got to see a full-body blush on my butch fireman son.  Then
he inhaled, and slowly let it out.  Christ.  What the fuck was the big deal
about admitting he liked the idea of fucking little boys, especially after
all that had just gone on?  I opened my mouth to tell him so, but he cut me
off.

   With his eyes away, not looking at either of us, he said, "I...thought
how fucking hot it would have been if my daddy and my uncle had been
fucking my boy pussy when I was little.  Real little."

   Whoa!  His first thought was how hot it would be for his asshole to be
fucked?  Not how hot it would be to be the fucker?  I glanced at Danny and
saw the same realization.  Jake, no, actually it was Jakie, our fireman hot
son/nephew fantasized about being a cunt boy bottom?

   Danny asked him how old "real little" was.

   "T...two or three?" He finally looked up at us again, his expression
uncertain, as if he'd gone too far.

   Not fucking likely in this room.

   Dan, the marine colonel pedo predator was back.  "If it was just us
three in the room, would you have jacked off to the fantasy of Ric fucking
me when I was eight, while he was plowing my ass?"

   "Y...yeah."

   "Stroke your meat, Jakie."

   "Yessir."

   Jesus fuck.  My son is a pussy bottom.

   "Actually, you don't have meat, do you?  All you have is a little boy's
peepee."

   A soft "yes" was Jakie's reply as he closed his eyes and jacked.

   "Keep your eyes closed, Jakie.  Think about all those times I'd baby sit
for you if I was stationed here or on leave.  What if I'd taken you into
the bathroom, for your bath, and stripped all the clothes off your plump
little three year old body.  What if I'd put you in the tub, and instead of
a washcloth, I got my hands all slick with liquid soap, and I started
washing you that way.  Rubbing my rough marine callused hands over your
sleek smooth body, playing with your little dickie, and your tiny boy
balls. How big is your dickie when it's hard, Jakie?"

   "A...an inch and a half," he boasted in a breathy little boy voice.

   "You like Uncle Dan's hands on your body, playing with your cocklet,
don't you, Jakie?"

   "Uh huh."

   "And then you feel my thick fuck-you finger rubbing your tight little
poo-poo hole.  You like the feel of that, little boy?"

   Jakie nodded.

   "And I push my fat finger right up inside you.  Just all the way all at
once.  Do you scream when Unca Dan does that, little boy?"

   Another, vigorous nod.

   "Hurts your poo-poo hole?"

   Nod.

   "Do you like the pain, Jakie?"

   A long pause.  Jake is no dummy.  In the part of his mind that wasn't
going along with this jackoff fantasy, he had to realize all the things
he'd just now admitted, acknowledged.  Had to know if he agreed, there
would be consequences.  But his cock was still hard and oozing even though
he'd paused in his jacking.  Then he nodded.

   "No, Jakie, tell Unca Dan."

   Fuck but it's hot hearing your stud muscled fireman son confess in a
little boy's voice that he liked the pain, that it was okay to hurt him. 
My mind flashed to the story about Trey, and Ed, and Frank, wondering
whether Jakie was that much of a bottom slut, a pain seeking pussy boy;
whether I'd get the chance to use my son the way Frank had been used. 
Christ, I almost came from the image of me with my fist and cock inside
Jakie's gaping hole, jacking off fucking inside him.

   "So you would've liked it if I'd fucked your boy cunt a couple of times
with that finger, and then crammed two inside."

   "Uh huh."

   "And then I'd get your dripping boy body out of the tub, and stand you
on the rug, and bend you over the edge, and kneel down behind you, and
slick my uncle dick with my soapy hands, and I'd nudge your tiny tight
cunt, and what, Jakie, what would I do, what do you want me to do?"

   "F...fuck my boy cunt, Unca Dan.  Hurt my pussy `n my boy tits. 
F...f...fuck me hard."

   "Down on your knees, Jakie."

   He dropped immediately, and Dan prowled behind him, bent on one knee,
reached around, grabbed both of his nephew's tits and twisted...hard. 
Jakie's moan was loud...and abruptly cut off when Dan shoved his first two
fingers into his nephew's mouth.  Jakie sort of gagged but then began
slobbering spit on them, getting them slimy since he obviously knew where
they were headed...right up inside his fantasy three year old rectum.  I
was enthralled by what we had started, and how Dan was playing off on it.

   Dan rammed those fingers up Jake's butt, holding onto his left shoulder
with his big left hand, so that Jakie couldn't do more than jerk a little
forward when his cunt got opened.  Then he pressed hard and Jakie bent
forward quickly, resting his weight on his left forearm while he kept
jacking, his head down.  So fucking hot seeing my hairy stud son like that.

   Dan looked up at me and mouthed, "Lose the diaper."

   I must've looked weird, because he got that exasperated look he does so
well when something is plain to him and a dumb shit rookie just isn't
getting it.  He shook his head and half-whispered to his nephew, driving
his fingers in and out of the fireman hole, "Bet you'd have liked it even
better if Uncle Dan had busted your cherry when you were two, wouldn't you,
Jakie?"

   Jakie's reply was nearly a whimper, but definitely affirmative.  Christ
he was into this fantasy.  And finally I got it.  Or thought I did.  I
stripped off Jimmy's diaper so he was as naked as the rest of us, and then,
still cradling him in my left arm, I got my right forefinger slimy with
spit, and eased it into my year old grandson's cunt.  He took it easily. 
Like the genetically programmed pedo dream boy cunt he was.

   Dan grinned wickedly at me and nodded.  Jesus shit fuck.  We were going
to bust two cherry pussies in the next few minutes.  I had a moment of
panic.  Trey!  We needed Trey to open Jimmy up, get him used to having
something in his baby pussy before his first dick.  But then lust set in.
After all, little Davey had been cunt fucked by half the fucking state when
he was nine months old.  My own three month old Sammy had been molested by
a nigger teen, and Doc Trey and my boss, and me.  We could do this.  Fuck,
I could do this.

   Dan started up again, and I could see his fingers were massaging Jakie's
prostate and getting him to moan softly and writhe against the fingers so
deep inside him.  "Only I don't think I would have waited, Jakie.  Not that
long.  Not until you were two.  I'd have fucked your boy cunt when you were
about one, Jakie."

   "Oh, Unca Dan!" Jakie wailed.

   "I'd have waited until my dumb shit older brother was gone, leaving his
pedophile younger bro all alone with his precious baby boy." He looked up
at me and grinned, and I glared/grinned back.  "I'd have sat down and
spread my legs wide, so if my straight bro walked in on us, he'd have an
unobstructed view of me holding his twelve month old naked baby in my arm,
watched while I eased my finger in and out of his poo-poo hole."

   I followed what were clearly instructions, sitting on the floor with my
back against the couch, my legs spread on either side of my son.  All he
had to do was open his eyes and look up.  But he didn't.  Not then.  "So
boy-fuckin' hot to lean back and rest you on my chest while your daddy
watched in shock, maybe horror, but didn't do anything to stop me.  Watched
while I raised your legs wide so your daddy could see your shiny wet year
old pussy hole.  And then I'd have moved you down so my piss slit was
nudging that tight virgin opening.  Your daddy might have realized then
that he wanted your virgin pussy, he wanted to be the first one pumping cum
in your cherry plump bottom, but that wasn't going to happen.  Because I
was in control.  I decided.  So your daddy had no choice.  Hot, huh,
Jakie?"

   Jakie whimpered again and nodded.  And that was when Dan let go of his
left shoulder, stretched out a hairy, muscular arm, grabbed a handful of
Jake's hair and jerked his head up and back.  So that he was looking at me.
Us.  "Open your eyes, pussy boy."

   Jake did.  And howled, "Daddy, no!"

   I gave him only a moment or two to recognize I was in the position his
uncle had just described, and he was the daddy with no choice, the daddy
whose precious little son was about to be turned into a cunt boy...just
like his slut bottom father.  Dan nodded and we both shoved our hips.  Dan
used his hands to grip Jakie's hips to hold him in place and give him
leverage.  I used my hands on baby Jimmy's waist to press him down while my
cock was moving up.

   Both of our cunt boys howled again.  Jakie because Dan clearly had all
of his meat buried in my son's no longer virgin cunt in one hard stroke. 
Little Jimmy because his baby cunt muscles had snapped rubber band tight
around my shaft.  Just like little Davey had so recently done in the same
fuck position.  Just like baby Sammy.  My knob was in his pussy.

   We held our positions to give our respective slut's holes time to
adjust. And Jakie started pleading and groveling and begging and babbling.
Begging Dan to fuck him, to hurt him, but for me not to hurt Jimmy, to pull
out, to let him be the first to cum in his little boy.  Dan had no problem
with doing what Jakie wanted.  I wasn't about to.  Hell, it was awfully
damned clear that virgin or not, my son was a pig bottom and from now on
that's the way he was going to be treated.  Oh, not when we weren't having
sex.  Anything to do with the "real world," the world outside of pedo sex,
man sex fun and games, well, he'd get no different treatment from me, nor,
I was sure, from Dan, than he always had, no disrespect because of what he
was sexually.  My son was a firefighter, a damned fine and honorable one,
and he deserved every ounce of respect I'd always given him.  What he did
with his cock and his cunts on his own time was nobody's business but his.
Well, his, his uncle's and mine, now that Dan and I...and fuck, other men
as well, I decided...were going to make use of his piggy holes, and, I was
sure, the equally slut pig bottom of his baby boy.

   So he still had the right to decide on his baby boy's first fuck.  Just
like Trey talked about.  Just like Trey had done with my own little one.  A
fact I wasn't quite ready to spring on Dan and Jakie just yet.  I soothed
little Jimmy, and told my oldest slut son (since I was fairly sure my
newest son would be a slut as well) to shut his fucking mouth.  Told him
I'd be nice and ease the rest of my dick into my grandson's tight pussy,
but no way was a motherfuckin' pig slut bottom getting my grandson's
cherry. That was this fucking grandfather's right.  And if Jakie made sure
he was a really good fuck for Uncle Dan, then it was even possible he could
get sloppy thirds with his little boy, after the kid's great-uncle filled
his pussy with a second load of spooge.

   I stretched out my hand, shoved two fingers in Jakie's mouth and he
slimed them up and then I wiped them on the four or so inches of dick not
yet in Jimmy's bottom.  Repeated the process a couple of times to get
better slicked up.  Eased my dick a little further in.  This time I was
rewarded with just a soft whimper.  And a young boy's stiffie.

   Fuck!  That goddamned pedo gene must sure the fuck be a dominant one
because it's working just fucking fine in my whole goddamned family.

   Like that old "ease on down the road" song, I eased on into my baby
grandson's tight little cunt.