This story contains gay incest themes.
The summer I was 19 is still the most incredible summer of my life.
I was still living with my parents, scheduled to begin college in the fall. My mother and father were both older than average, I had been an unexpected surprise. I had a sister who was 10 years older than me; she was married and lived nearby with her husband.
The way things started was tame enough. My parents were having a cook out one Saturday afternoon. In addition to the 3 of us, my sister and her husband were also there. Dad had cooked hotdogs and burgers, mom had made potato salad, and there were lots of chips and snacks and cold beers. It was only that summer that my dad had allowed me to start drinking in the house and I'd had a few beers.
We had finished eating and were sitting around in a stupor of food and beer. As always with beer, it went right through me and now my bladder was bursting.
"I'll be right back." I said to the others. "I need to take a piss."
"Damn, that sounds good." my brother-in-law Thad said, standing up. "I'm next."
My sister was 29 and Thad was 35 that year. He was a really good looking guy; he had crisp curly blond hair and light blue eyes. He's been in the Navy when my sister met him and he was still in fantastic shape. I was a swimmer and 15 years younger and he still had a better body than me.
I went inside and down the hall, followed by Thad. When I went into the bathroom and closed the door I glanced into the mirror. It looked like I was getting a pimple on my chin, the first in a couple of years. I spent some time examining it, and then paused to re-comb my hair.
"You'd better hurry up in there Brent, I'm about to ruin the carpet." my brother-in-law called out from the hallway.
"I'll just be a minute or so." I called back.
I finished combing my hair and stepped up to the toilet. I had just started emptying my bladder when I heard my brother-in-law say, "Fuck this." and then I heard the door open behind me.
"If I don't piss right now I'm going to explode." he said and stepped up beside me.
By that time, my piss had stopped flowing from shock and I was standing there with my dick in my hand. Thad ripped his zipper down, reached in and hauled out the prettiest cock I'd ever seen in my life. Not only was it long, it was fatter than average, too. I could see blue veins snaking under the thin skin and climbing the shaft to the fat rose colored head and strands of dark crisp hair curling out of his fly. It was all I could do not to reach out and wrap my hand around it.
A second later, he unleashed a gusher of piss that almost filled the bowl with foam. The sound loosened my bladder and I started pissing my load, too. His piss stream was thicker than mine and I wondered if his cock channel was bigger.
He drained his cock and shook it to get the last drops off as I watched.
"You're staring, Brent." he said.
I looked up at his face and he was smiling.
"If I had any question about why my sister married you, I guess I have the answer." I said, looking back at his gorgeous cock.
"It's probably a little bigger than most." he said and stroked it a little, milking out the last of his piss. It looked to me like it was swelling and that made my cock start to harden.
"That's no little leaguer you're holding." he said. "I bet you're almost as big as I am when you're hard."
I knew from the gym showers that I was bigger than average but I'd never seen another cock his size up close.
"Some chick is going to be a happy girl when she finishes riding that thing."
By then, his cock was half hard and standing straight out from his body. My dick was almost totally stiff and I had a hand around it to hold it down.
"We'd better get out of here before we both get drunk and stupid." Thad said and tucked his monster back into his fly. I just stood there.
"Thanks for sharing the bowl with me." he said and ran his hand down my back before he left. I whirled around, locked the door and stood over the bowl full of piss with my stiff cock in my hand. It was pretty big and it was good looking, too. The shaft was a thick handful and it was long enough that I sometimes used two hands to jerk it. It had a nice sized head on it, too, helmet shaped and dark red right now.
I jerked my aching cock, thinking the whole time about my brother-in-law's dick. I shot a thick load of juice in no time at all and watched it sink into the bowl full of our mingled piss.
When I got back outside, my father said, "I was beginning to think you fell in."
Thad, sitting next to my sister, checked out my still swollen crotch and said, "He had something he needed to take care of." and smiled at me. I knew that he knew that I'd just jerked off.
"You've got something to take care of tomorrow, too" my father said.
I kept stealing glances at Thad. I could see his big cock straining against the crotch of his shorts; I even thought I could see the rim of the fat head. I glanced up and Thad was looking at me and grinning, knowing I'd been checking him out.
"Did you hear what I said?" my father asked. "Your mother and I are going to gone most of the day and that'll be the perfect time for you to do all of the yard work I've been nagging you about."
"It's supposed to be about a hundred degrees tomorrow. " I replied.
"It won't be that hot. How about if I come over and give you a hand, we'll get it done in no time and have the rest of the day to relax?" Thad said.
"Hot damn, I'm going to hold you to that." my sister Sue then said. "I've got things to do tomorrow and not having you in my way will be a godsend. Sorry, little brother, but you're stuck with him."
I didn't say anything; I just stole another glance at Thad's crotch. I could have sworn that his dick had gotten bigger while we talked. He was still grinning at me.
The rest of the afternoon flew by. I kept thinking about my brother-in-law's big cock and how he was going to look tomorrow, covered in sweat. My cock kept bouncing up and I couldn't wait for everyone to tire of visiting so that I could go to my room and jerk off again.
Finally, after it started to get dark, my sister and her husband said that they needed to get home. We walked them out to their car in the drive, saying our goodbyes and just before they left Thad said to me, "Don't forget, I'll be here bright and early. We've got a lot to take care of." While saying so, he rested his hand against the small of my back, just at the start of my ass crack. It felt like his hand was going to burn through my shorts and he gave me that same shit eating grin.
After their car pulled away, I ran upstairs, locked my door and pounded a huge load out of my stiff cock. I already knew I'd have a hell of a time sleeping tonight.
The next morning I got up early, just as it was getting light. I'd tossed and turned with thoughts of my brother-in-law in my head all night. I slipped on a pair of old gym shorts over my swim jock and an old tee shirt with my oldest sneakers.
My dad must have heard me in the kitchen because he came downstairs shortly after me. He always slept in his boxers and a tee shirt and for the first time I noticed how well built he was and what a big bulge he had in the front of his shorts.
"You must be anxious to get started." he said as he poured a cup of coffee with his back to me. He had a really firm ass, too, with his shorts fabric tucked into the deep crack. I couldn't believe I was getting turned on looking at my own father, thank god I was sitting at the table where my cock didn't show.
"I thought I'd take advantage of the morning coolness." I replied.
"Good idea. Your mother and I will get breakfast on the road, she's already anxious to get started. Have fun." he said and went back upstairs.
I went out back to the garden shed and started dragging out all of the equipment that I'd need. It was already in the 80's and I was soon drenched in sweat. I was working on the mower, getting it ready to run, when my dad stepped out of the back door to tell me he and mom were on their way.
"Oh, Thad called, too. He'll be here any minute." Dad told me.
After my parents left I considered running inside to the bathroom and jerking out another load but just when I was about to, I saw Thad's car pull into the drive. He got out and walked around to the side of the house where I was crouched. He'd dressed similarly to me, an old pair of cotton gym shorts and an athletic tee that showed off his muscular shoulders and arms. As he walked toward me, I could have sworn that his cock bounced around like he didn't have any underwear on. I couldn't help from staring.
He walked over and crouched down across from me. I'd been right; his fat cock head was clearly visible poking out of his shorts leg.
"You about got that thing ready to go?" he asked. "The mower, I mean." He grinned again.
"It's all primed." I said.
"Good. Let's knock this out, fuckhead, and then we'll have some time to hangout instead of being in the sun all day."
I looked at his crotch again and said, "By the way, your dick is hanging out."
"You've seen it before and besides, there's no one here but us. I didn't think you'd mind." He stood up and went over to the pile of tools and picked up a rake. "You start the mowing and I'll work on the beds. That's where I'm best." Once again, he gave me that grin.
I told myself I was reading entirely too much into our conversation and got to work. The temperature climbed as we worked and I couldn't stop myself from looking at Thad every chance I got. After he started to sweat, his few clothes clung to his body and it was almost like he was nude. At one point, he had his back to me and was reaching up with a lopper to trim a branch. His shirt and shorts were perfectly molded to his body and I could see his back muscles moving and his plump ass cheeks flexing as he worked. I wasn't watching where I was going and ran the mower up onto the sidewalk, stalling it out.
"Watch where you're going instead of daydreaming." Thad said. "We're almost done already, and then you can spend the whole day in your fantasies." He had turned around to face me and his front was just as wet as his back. I could see his solid chest muscles through his shirt and I could see his thick cock outlined under the wet fabric of his shorts. The bastard knew I was looking, too.
"You're just as sweaty as I am buddy." he then said. "And that wet strap can't hide a cock your size. Now, get busy."
He knew that I was checking him out every minute but it didn't stop him from working. He'd just glance at me when he caught me and give me that goddamned grin.