Warning: This story contains incest.
"And then the dumb son of a bitch thought he would try to outrun the bull."
Everyone except my cousin, Sean, the butt of the joke, laughed at his expense.
"Yeah, well, I didn't know," Sean said bitterly though a smile teased his lips.
Sean, his brother, Shane, my two brothers, Ethan and Eric, and I were sitting around in our aunt and uncle's barn. The whole family and some close friends had gathered for the end of summer holiday and to surprise our grandparents who had recently celebrated their fifty-fifth wedding anniversary. With the party over, us boys had retreated to the seclusion of the wooden structure to have our own time alone to catch up and reminisce. Shane and Sean also had two sisters who, along with my husband, Tim, had remained in the house with the others, understandably not wanting to be involved with whatever trouble and fraternal fighting the five of us would surely get into.
As our laughter died down, Shane, who, like me, was thirty-one, looked around the barn fondly. "Boy, having you guys here, this place brings back memories."
"Sneaking beers and hiding from switches and ass whoopin's?" Ethan asked having been a part of some of those experiences.
"That, too," Shane said with a smirk. "I lost my virginity in that stall to Carol Rae Miller."
Exclamations and curses of surprise broke out.
"Yep. And I took Penny Davis's over there," he said without remorse, almost boasting.
Our eyes went wide and we glanced over to Eric who had an angry expression on his face.
"You? You were the one who did that? Man, she was my girlfriend."
Shane rolled his eyes. "Don't be mad. Hell, you even said she was a lousy lay."
"But that was my girlfriend. I was supposed to be her first."
Shane shrugged. "If it makes you feel better, I fucked all of their girlfriends, too. Some more than once."
While I sat quietly, not really surprised by that revelation, the other guys began to yell at Shane who did little more than smile unapologetically and finish off his beer before opening another one. We'd all already had one too many and with the turn in the conversation to sex and Shane's confessions, I began to worry about my own secret coming out.
"Man, Ed," Ethan said to me. "You're so fucking lucky you're gay. At least that way you know he wasn't going to go after your boyfriends."
Even though we lived in a rural town, I had come out as a freshman in high school and was surprised by how little push back I had gotten. There was some, but my friends and family, with Shane being the most visible and vocal of my supporters, had backed me up and after he and I beat one guy to a pulp, no one else said anything about me or gave me grief.
I shrugged in response to Ethan and hoped my face didn't betray my nervousness but Shane caught it. His eyes locked with mine and a wide smile broke out on his face. With a look and a small shake of the head I silently pleaded for him to remain quiet but I knew it was not going to happen.
"With good old Edward there, I didn't need to go after his boyfriends."
"What do you mean 'you didn't need to go after his boyfriends'?" Eric asked looking between us.
I closed my eyes and sighed heavily in resignation as Shane said, "Thanks to me, even before he completely came out, he was well versed in taking dick."
The barn fell silent and when I opened my eyes, our brothers were looking between us in shock.
Obviously enjoying himself, Shane continued. "Oh, yeah. Everything he knows about servicing a cock is because of me. Hell, not only did I give him his first dick to suck, I popped his cherry, too."
"Bullshit," Sean said slowly with a tone that made it obvious he was not quite convinced Shane was pulling his leg.
Shane beamed with pride. It was subtle but I saw the hand that was already resting on his lap inch over and begin to play with his package. "Hell, yeah, I did. Whenever we had sleepovers or went camping there was a reason why the two of us always shared a tent or kicked you guys out of the room and it wasn't because we were the oldest. Hell, there were times that you little shits nearly caught us when he was sucking my dick or giving up his ass in one of these stalls or up in the rafters. Thankfully, y'all were some noisy sons of bitches and we could hear you coming. You guys know I was always in some pussy but he loved dick, or at least mine, just as much if not more. A few times I took out a girl and didn't even try to fuck her because he had drained me."
All eyes focused on me and my obvious embarrassment provided the corroboration for his story.
"Holy shit."
"Unfuckingbelievable."
Ethan winced. "No offense, bro, 'cause you know I love you, but that's nasty as shit. You fucking fucked our cousin?"
"To be fair," Shane offered, "I fucked him. Never touched his dick."
"So much better," Sean said sarcastically.
"In my eyes it is. He's the one that's gay, not me," Shane said easily as his eyes returned to lock on mine. No one seemed to notice that he was groping himself and even though it had been years since we had messed around, I knew that he was thinking about getting his dick into me again. "While I never made it a habit to go around dicking guys, a hole is a hole, and I've had a few asses since his. But, I tell you what, after he learned how to do it, he gave me the best head that I've ever had and his ass was better than most of the pussy that I got. That's why I was always letting him have it."
Sounds of disbelief and disgust broke out again but stopped as Shane got to his feet and crossed the distance to stand in front of me. Still holding his beer, he placed his empty hand on my shoulder and smirked. "For old time's sake?"
Like the others, I was sitting on a bale of hay and Shane's crotch was now in my face but I looked up to meet his emerald eyes. At a height of six feet six inches, Shane was not a small guy and had a lean but filled out musculature from his work around his parents' farm. Though we regularly talked on the phone and through social media, I had not seen him in person for any real length of time since I left for college seemingly a lifetime ago. Upon arriving for the reunion, I had been surprised by how handsome and rugged he looked in his stereotypical farm wear of boots, tight jeans, button down shirt and cowboy hat covering his short but shaggy copper hair. While essentially the same, his square face had matured and weathered slightly from working out in the elements on the farm he was going to take over someday and had no trace of the baby fat that had been on the cute, teen visage that lived in my memory.
As had been mentioned, I'd had a few boyfriends in high school after I came out, but Shane had been the guy I loved. I knew he was completely straight and never tried to go for more or anything but he also knew that I had more than familial feelings for him yet he never toyed with me. In his eyes, I was an easy, willing, and very convenient lay. I never told him no and learned how to work his cock the way he wanted it done and he never denied me when I approached him for sex. The times that he had been unable to have sex with a girl he was seeing was because I had gotten jealous and used his dick to the point where he couldn't get it up no matter what I did. He never complained, though, because the sex was good and he thought if he pissed me off, I'd cut him off. I never would have but he didn't know that.
Seeing him smile down at me, I smiled back as all of the old feelings for him rushed back. And when he gave me a short, upward nod from his head, I reached for his belt and fly.
"No. This is not happening," Eric said.
Sean exclaimed, "Are you guys serious with this shit?"
Ethan hung his head and held it with a hand while muttering something inaudible to himself.
With Shane's fly open I was assaulted instantly with the smell of musk and sweat on his crotch from the still hot Florida night. Not hesitating, I pulled his jeans and boxers down to his knees and was not surprised to hear Eric and Sean let out new curses. My own breath caught as I revealed Shane's not quite hard cock and immediately began to stroke it, stimulating it to grow further. It lengthened quickly and was soon at full mast.
Staring at the hard cock in my fist, it felt like old times. Shane's cock looked slightly longer than I remembered, but the easy ten inches hadn't changed much in girth. Like his body, Shane's uncut cock was long and thin and capped with a blunt helmet that rested mostly on the top side of the tip. It was bisected by a long, wide piss slit that when looking at it directly reminded me of a mouth surrounded by two full lips turned on their side. Beneath the pale skin that held none of the dark freckles that covered the rest of his body, meandering blood vessels of different colors and thicknesses were visible. Growing out from a dense patch of untrimmed, copper colored hair, it had a gentle, shallow, downward curve, a result of gravity and the fact that he never got steely hard. Beneath was a low hanging sack containing a pair of balls that were large enough to complement the shaft above. Covered with sparse red hair, it had a few golden freckles on the wrinkled surface and my chin and ass warmed with a sense memory of what they felt like slapping against me. Finished with my visual examination, like a moth to a flame I leaned forward and took his tip into my mouth.
"No!" the other guys yelled as my mouth and Shane's dick got reacquainted.
"Fuck 'em, Ed," Shane said to me with a laugh. He moved his hand from my shoulder to my head and set up a tentative pace thrusting his hips. "They've never had head as good as you give. If they did, they'd understand."
