Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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It was 10:41 p.m. Saturday night when the text came in.
Daniel was in bed with his wife and they were half-asleep when his phone pinged. Daniel felt a flush deep inside himself, hoping his wife's fragile sleep state was undisturbed. At this time of night, he suspected the message might be from his brother-in-law, Jake. He reached for the smartphone on his bedside table with anticipation and dread.
The text read simply: alley behind bar in a half-hour.
Daniel felt an icy grip on his heart and a familiar heat in his balls. Already his cock twitched at the thought of this rendezvous even as his conscience and his pride rebelled. Whatever ambivalence he felt was not enough to deter him from sending an acknowledgement to the message.
Daniel hauled himself out of bed as quickly and quietly as he could, desperate not to wake Nicole. She stirred but did not wake. Daniel exhaled in relief. He didn't relish telling his wife of ten years where he was going, or more accurately, lying about it.
Within minutes he was dressed. He paced the house, impatient to leave but not wanting to be too early for his meeting. Meetings. Is that what he should call them? It was too clean a word for this type of assignation.
The bar was only a ten-minute walk from his apartment, so there was no need to take the car. At about five minutes to eleven, Daniel pulled on his jacket with shaking hands and led his knocking knees away from his warm, cozy residence and his beautiful wife in pursuit of something he seemed unable to stop chasing, try as he might.
As his shoes hit the sidewalk, he thought back to the very first time he had met Jake.
It was at Nicole's younger sister's wedding two years ago. Jake, the black sheep of the family, had been invited and, to everyone's surprise, he came. This handsome man had just bought a bar in town and was planning to make his visit a permanent stay. When Nicole introduced Daniel and Jake, Daniel felt instantly self-conscious. Jake was tall and handsome with fashionable stubble. When they shook hands, Jake's grip effortlessly crushed Daniel's fingers. They exchanged words for the first and only time, but Daniel was aware that his own voice was a high squeak beside Jake's deep voice. A part of Daniel resented the innate power in the other man; this was the kind of man who thought he could sleep with your wife and get away with it. As Daniel was married to Jake's sister, at least he wasn't worried about being cuckolded by Jake.
No, he should have been worried by something else entirely...
Daniel kicked a discarded beer can out of his way as he stalked his way to his destination. His mind was split between anticipation for the near future and a reverie of the past.
The day they met figured heavily in his memories. The wedding festivities had continued late into the night. The hall where the reception was held was a new facility, so Daniel was pleased that they had private bathrooms. Always nice to have privacy to take a leak instead of brushing elbows at the urinals. As he let the door close behind him, a hand reached around and caught it, pulling it wide open to admit another guest.
It was Jake.
Daniel had been about to tell Jake that these were private bathrooms for use by one person at a time, but the words caught in his throat. The door slowly shut and Jake engaged the lock before turning to face Daniel. He didn't say a word. He smiled with complete confidence as he unbuttoned his fly and pulled down his zipper. Daniel gaped at him, blushing furiously, confused by Jake's actions, a sudden onslaught of emotion and an inappropriate sensation in his groin. His dick had twitched in his pants.
Jake held his silence and commanded Daniel in his gaze, smiling with cool supremacy. He put his hands on his hips and waited. Daniel and Jake faced each other that way for more than a minute, Daniel utterly tongue-tied and Jake silent because his open fly and his posture conveyed his demands.
Daniel felt a flush through his whole body and the blood pounded hard in his ears. He felt dizzy, but not enough to explain what happened next.
Without losing sight of Jake's piercing eyes, Daniel's knees bent until he was kneeling inches in front of Jake. Daniel could not believe he was doing it, but his hands reached up slowly, clumsily widening the gap in Jake's open fly and pulling the pants down to the top of his thighs. The outline of Jake's cock was plain to see through his underwear. As if he was under remote control, Daniel watched as his hands closed around the elastic waistband of Jake's boxers and tugged them downward. Jake's cock, a healthy six or seven incher as it rose erect, flipped free from the underpants and sprung out across the distance between Daniel and Jake's groin. It dick-slapped Daniel across the nose, leaving a tiny droplet of pre-cum where it touched him.
Daniel did not understand what was happening. He did not know what he should do in these circumstances, but he was pretty sure it was not what he did next.
Daniel opened his mouth and used his hands to guide Jake's swollen penis inside. He licked and nipped tentatively at first, as if he feared a terrible taste or an electric shock, but then when there was no such effect, Daniel instinctively hid his teeth behind his lips and engulfed the entire cock. He bobbed on Jake's cock, looking up into Daniel's triumphant eyes as he pleasured him. For a man who had never fellated another man before, Daniel did well. Jake had kept his hands at his hips as he received his blow job, but now as Daniel sucked him in earnest, caving his cheeks with suction on Jake's organ, he became excited. He wrapped his hands around the back of Daniel's head and began to fuck back at the mouth that worshipped him. Daniel's hands massaged Jake's balls and he felt the testicles pull up inside Jake's scrotum. Then, without a word of warning, Jake growled out a deep breath and a sigh of pleasure and unloaded in Daniel's mouth. Daniel had coughed and sputtered but under the controlling eye of Jake, he swallowed everything he was fed.
Then, Jake quite simply tucked his cock back in and zipped himself up. As Daniel stood up, Jake reached into Daniel's pants pockets, fished out his phone and looked up Daniel's phone number. He punched the digits into his own phone, adding the number to his contacts, while Daniel stood on wobbly legs, eaten with arousal and need. He remembered how he foolishly hoped for some reciprocation of the act he had committed. Jake did not return the favour; instead, he grinned, turned on his heel and left the bathroom. Daniel locked the door behind him; he still had to piss after all, and he needed a few moments alone with his thoughts.
Since then, Jake had texted Daniel dozens of times, giving only locations and time-frames. Daniel had blown Jake in his truck in a wide open parking lot by daylight, in underground parking garages, in public washrooms, in stairwells, once even in an elevator. These meetings took place at various times of the day and night. So far, Daniel had always been able to get away from the house or from work without rousing anyone's suspicions. He had used a lot of excuses, from having to go bail a friend out to picking up a friend so he wouldn't drive drunk. He had even said he was just going out to the store for milk. He didn't know how long he could allay his wife's suspicions that he might be meeting another woman. Finding out the truth would be even worse-that he was messing around with her own brother.
