Note: this fictional work contains scenes of completely fictional incest or fictional incest content.
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CHAPTER 2: CONTROLLING URGES
The next morning was a Saturday, so I spent most of my last night's hours scrolling on my phone. Trying to keep my thoughts off my hunky Dad, especially since I'm pretty sure I heard them fucking late, something that's almost unheard of.
I had planned not to have a set time to wake up. Continue my measly mornings waking up whenever and having no timeline. It was a nice break from the rush of being in school, and getting out the door every morning.
But my Dad had different plans. I was fast asleep, not even sure if I was dreaming it was so deep. Dad barges into my closed bedroom door, rips open the curtains, and shakes me in my bed. I was jolted to consciousness as if I had just shocked myself on a metal door handle. Quick and painless but unexpected nevertheless. Just as quickly as the rush became my forethought, I felt the warm embrace of Dad's big shoulders and arms hugging me good morning.
I had another moment of that stillness Dad talked about yesterday. His arms around me like the way the moon always orbits around Earth. The angle of the early morning sun coming through my window. The silence, the breaths, and heartbeats in between.
"I'm not letting you off the hook now," Dad said as he let go of my warm, barely waking body.
"Dad... what are you talking about? It's Saturday," I groggily came up with that as a good excuse to fall back asleep. I checked my phone, it was only 7:55 am.
"7:55! Dad what are you doing to me!?" I flinched.
Just as all anger began to build in me, it shrank just as fast with one of his deep gazes. Blue eyes reflecting off the golden sunrise looming from my window. He could take me out of my body. The way the two windows into his soul were perfectly sculpted above the thick beard. His shoulders also had a flawless shadow cast on them from the morning light. I suddenly was very glad to be awoken.
Just as I had lost all thought, Dad grabbed the covers and vigorously threw them, nearly falling off the bed. He didn't even react to what he saw.
My cock- at full, peak morning wood. I am proud of my dick, measuring a well 7 inches. I always liked to keep my hair just longer than trimmed but to keep the balls smooth. The blood pumping into my penis began to increase as I felt the pulsing of my cock head resting on my stomach near my belly button.
"Perfect, looks like you haven't jerked off," he said like it was just another sentence. "Remember you're now more in tune with your powers, Bryce. You don't need fapping to bring you joy."
The cold, morning air collapsed onto me like a ton of bricks. My dick was surely not to move though. A part of me almost wanted my Dad to grab it, to touch it.
"I know it's hard at first. Literally. But look," Dad said as he stood up, he showed off the protruding tent in his pajama pants. It seemed he was not wearing any underwear. He looked down and pointed at his possibly only semi-hard dick.
"I have the same circumstance. It's not a problem, just something that happens," Dad said optimistically. "And we can control it."
Now his abs were the ones getting the full shadow show. The round bumps on this torso worked in harmony under his pecs. Just the right amount of body hair too. Enough where it defines a man and shows his exuberance, but not too much where it looks unkempt. His pants were just low enough that I could get a much better view of this V-line I saw in the mirror yesterday. It led right down to where some of his musky bush was escaping.
I think I even saw the head. And damn it looked big.
I didn't even try to cover up, to relish in this moment as long as I could. Courage that came out of nowhere. It must have grown in my dick overnight.
"So, what do we do then, Dad?" I asked, slightly giving some side eye and sounding pouty.
"The possibilities are endless, my son! Let's go for a morning walk, a gym session, a few laps in the pool." He beamed. "The point of it is that you convert this sexual energy and transmute it into positive actions."
I heard his words funnel in my ears, but my eyes were glued on my Dad's bulging penis in front of me. Only separated by the thin quilting of pajamas and the invigorating energy in the air. That thing created me.
After a few moments of tranquil silence, "What do you want to do?" Dad asked as my eyes finally caught his.
How could I say no to this almighty existence in front of me, even with my hard cock beginning to feel like it was starting to leak?
"Let's just do a morning walk, I guess." I found the words to say.
Dad tumbled back down onto me for another hug. I saw his bulge bounce in his shorts as he did. It was a ticking clock that hypnotized me, swaying back and forth.
Getting back up from our hug, Dad took one last look at my hard cock below. His jawline was square, his hair cut in a clean fade. It's still not deflating even one inch.
