It began like it always did. A rustling under the covers, hands groping up David's thighs, then warm lips taking his flaccid dick into a hot, wet mouth. Henry Nelson had been sucking his older brother off occasional mornings for the last year. A month ago they had graduated to fucking sometimes--always David fucking Henry, never the reverse. Henry was gay. David was not, but he was broad-minded enough to accommodate his brother's horny predilections.
Henry was good at cocksucking. His full lips gripped Dave's cock hard on every upstroke, lubricated by heavy salivation. Then he swallowed hard, taking his brother's thick length down to the pubic hair. And Hank could keep up a strong pace for a long time without tiring--long enough to bring his brother off.
Dave's cock grew harder in Hank's mouth. He threw off the covers so he could watch Hank sucking him. He didn't feel like he would be able to last very long this morning, not with the vigor that his younger brother was going at it.
"You're hot for it this morning, aren't you?"
All his brother gave him was a muffled "mmph". The slick drag of Hank's tongue on the underside of his cock was bringing Dave closer and closer to climax. Usually Dave liked to pull out and spew all over Hank's face, who kept his mouth open to catch random strings of cum. But sometimes he liked how Hank milked him when he came in his mouth. Hank's hunger for cum was a turn-on for his older brother. Dave didn't understand that hunger himself, having instead a taste for twat. But it didn't matter: his little brother was a reliable source of pleasure. When it came to getting sucked off, a boy's mouth was as good as a girl's.
Actually, Dave thought Hank was better than any girl who had ever blown him.
David felt that peaking sensation and his pelvis stiffened. Hank knew the signals and added his hand to the job, stroking hard while working the head with his lips and tongue. Dave began grunting and finally let out a gasp as he began spewing his load into his brother's mouth. It was a really big load this morning.
"Jesus, you're really into it today!"
Henry was a bit breathless. He was panting a little as he ran his tongue over his semen-slicked lips. After a second he said, "I've got something to show you tonight. You won't believe it."
"Do I want to?"
"It's not a trick or anything. I saw this video you should see. It won't take long."
Dave's interest was piqued. "Okay. No time now?"
"Nuh-uh. This is worth the wait." He got up and grabbed his robe. "Besides, I have to get to an early cheerleading practice. And you have, what, a lit class this morning?"
"Yeah, you go ahead and get in the shower. I'll help dad with breakfast."
Dave wondered at the peculiar smile that came to his brother's lips. Then Hank leaned in, kissed Dave, then turned and went into the bathroom. The taste of his own cum on his brother's mouth was kind of kinky turn-on for him. He watched his brother heading for the bathroom, admiring Hank's broad shoulders and tight ass.
On his way downstairs he passed by Maggie's room. She was and Dave were twins; they were both 22 and Hank was 20 years old. As with his younger brother, Dave and Maggie sometimes had sex. Their encounters were more sporadic, however, because they each had other sexual partners, sometimes steady, sometimes not. He opened the door and went to sit on the bed. Maggie was sleeping face-down. Dave put his hands on her butt and started massaging. Slowly, and with lots of warm moans, she came around. She turned her head, opened her eyes, focused on Dave, and smiled at him.
"Morning."
"Morning, Mags." He bent down and kissed her. "Up and at 'em."
"Mmm." She closed her eyes again and then frowned a little. "Do you smell cum?"
* * *
Downstairs Mark Nelson was making coffee. David came into the kitchen and squeezed his father's upper arm. Mark turned and smiled at his son.
"Morning."
"Morning, dad. What can I do?"
"Beat some eggs? I've got smoked salmon and pickled cauliflower out. Grab whatever else you think Maggie and Hank will want."
"Toast? Bagel?"
"None for me, thanks."
David smiled as he got out the eggs and broke some into a mixing bowl. His dad had become scrupulous about his diet in the last few years, cutting down on carbohydrates in favor of meats and vegetables. And he made sure to exercise regularly. The results were evident: Mark was 43 but could have been mistaken for thirty. He was fit--a lot more fit than some people half his age--and had a handsome face. More than one of Dave's girlfriends had told him, 'I would totally do your dad'. And, once, while he and Mags were screwing, she whispered, "Oh, yessss! Fuck me, daddy!"
"Hey, don't overbeat the eggs! They'll be too tight when you scramble them." Mark put his hands on Dave's shoulders and gave them an affectionate squeeze.
Many of Dave's friends had commented that the Nelson family touched each other a lot. For a time he'd felt self-conscious about it, but some of those friends also said they envied that closeness, so eventually he started wondering why other families
didn't
touch each other. It seemed sad to him. He tapped one of his dad's hands.
"I'll get those two down while
you
scramble--I don't want to ruin breakfast." He grinned and turned to go, his dad swatting his ass playfully.
* * *
That evening Hank yanked Dave's arm and dragged him over to his computer.
"I'm studying!"
Hank drew a gaze on his brother and held it for two seconds. "Do you want a blowjob?" he purred.
Dave inclined his head. "Well..."
"Tough shit. Watch this."
Peeved, Dave looked at the computer screen. There was a video frozen on pause. Hank hit the spacebar and the video started back up. It looked like low-quality peplum movie, probably ripped from a VHS tape. Some guys in togas and such walked into the static camera range. The men started pulling up and/or off their ancient garb and started handling each other's cocks.
"Hank, I'm not interested in gay porn." He moved to walk away; Hank stayed him with a hand on his arm.
"Dave, give it a minute. Please?"
David sighed and rolled over a chair. He sat and watched.
A twinky blond got down on all fours. Another blond knelt and waggled his half-hard dick at the boy's face, who immediately engulfed it. The camera panned to the fellator's back-end, where another guy was slapping his hefty cock on the bottom's asscheeks. Then he started forcing his schlong into the boy's butthole. The camera shifted to a shot from underneath--the fat member haltingly sank into the boy's rectum. Although straight, David was getting aroused.
The camera cut back to a wide angle, showing the bottom getting spit-roasted by the two men. The shot zoomed in on the boy taking the pounding cock in his mouth, then it panned to his ass getting abused. The camera moved up to the intruder's face.
David lurched forward and stared at the screen. He leaned in closer. Hank grinned as he watched him.
"Holy fuck! That's
dad
!"
"Yeah," said Hank, "That's dad."
David looked at his brother. "But...he's not gay! How?"
Hank said, conversationally, "He has a nice cock, doesn't he? It's a lot like yours. You know, you look a lot like him at that age." He put his fingers on Dave's swollen crotch and began stroking. He felt the big meat surge under his touch.
David was transfixed on his father fucking the boy. He got harder.
"But dad isn't gay! He--ohh..."
Hank had gotten a good grip on Dave's cock through his pants. He licked his lips and said, "It's called 'gay-for-pay'. Dad was always a top. He never sucked, never got fucked, only topped." Hank unzipped the chinos and fished out his brother's meat.
David breathed heavily as he watched his father pound a guy while his brother wanked him off. "When's this from?"
"1988."
"That's...twenty-five years ago!"
"Just three years before you and Mag came along."
"How many did he do?"
"How many what? pornos?" asked Henry, "or how many boys did dad fuck in the ass?" He bent down and put his lips around his brother's thick meat.
David was edging toward climax, excited by the spectacle on the small screen before him. He felt a weird kind of kinship with his father. He was also very aware of his brother's whorish mouth. He grabbed Hank by the neck and pulled him up to his face. Hank was alarmed.
David tongued and scented out the flavor of his own crotch in his brother's wet mouth for a long while. Hank, for his turn, delightedly mashed mouth with his hunky brother, not giving a damn about anything else at the moment.
"Dinner's ready!" they heard their dad yell from downstairs.
Hank pulled away and hollered, "We'll be there in a minute!" Turning back to David, he said, "Watch this cum-shot." Then he went back down on him.
As Hank bobbed on his fun gun for the second time that day, the sight of his 18-year-old father gripping a butt-boy by the hips and fucking the shit out of him heightened Dave's arousal. As the pace of his dad's ass-pounding increased, David got closer and closer. Hank was using his hand now.
On the screen his dad quivered, pulled out, and started yanking his wang. A second later, a fat stream of cum jetted out of his cock and draped the boy from his neck to his ass. As five more big loads followed on the screen, Dave blew his own sack of spunk into Hank's mouth. The second he finished coming, he pulled Hank up to his mouth again, suckling his own cum. They finished with deep wet kisses that faded to little pecks.
Hank looked at his brother closely. There was a different kind of desire in his eyes now, not the raw desire David often had when he wanted sex. This was like...? He started saying, "You've never done
that
bef--"
From downstairs: "I said the damned dinner's ready!"
They grinned at each other, rearranged themselves, stopped to gargle the perfume of jism out of their mouths, and went down to eat.
* * *
"Hey, dad," said Hank as they were washing up after dinner. "Have you ever seen a movie called
Jason and the Assholenauts
?"
Mark Nelson paused his scrubbing. He cleared his throat and said, "I...don't think so. Is it some kind of raunchy comedy?"
Brightly, Hank said, "Oh, it's raunchy alright, but it's not a comedy." He leaned back and winked at Dave on the other side of their father. Dave gaped at him in disbelief. Hank leaned forward again and stared at his dad. "It's a gay porn flick from the late '80s."
Mark let a plate slip out of his hands and back into the sink water. There was a
thunk
as it settled. Hank and Dave could see his face go slack.
"There was a totally hot guy in it with a big beautiful cock," continued Hank. "He really put his shots across the bow when he came!"
Dave's face flushed in anger. "Hank, stop it!"
Mark held onto the edge of the sink and stared into the dishwater. "Okay, so you know," he said quietly. He looked over at Hank. "What's the point of this? Are you trying to embarass me? Are you--Jesus, I can't even imagine why it's so important to bring this up, unless it's some juvenile game to score one against your dad."
Henry hadn't expected this. He looked stricken. He reached for his father's arm and said, "Dad, this isn't--"
"Jesus Fuck! I was in college! I had no money! A porn scout saw me at an orgy in the dorm and dragged me into the business."
David and Hank traded
what-the-hell?
looks across their dad's back.
Mark was still hunched over the sink, gripping the edge. He was murmuring, "so many asses...so many twats...so many lines of--"
"Dad, what about doing a gay incest porn movie? You, me, and David."
Mark didn't say anything for a few moments, but his eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to make sense of what he had just heard. "Did you--?" He looked back and forth between them a couple of times. He settled on Dave.
"Are you gay, too?"
Before David could respond, Hank said, "No, but he lets me suck him off. He's also done me in the ass a few times."
David blanched with both astonishment and building rage, his jaw clenched in a way that looked painful, and his eyes...well, they just about bugged the fuck out of his head. Their dad averted the impending explosion when he said, "Yeah, I thought that might be going on."
It was Hank's turn to be nonplussed. He jerked his head back and his mouth opened.
Mark put his arm around his son's shoulder and said, "You're not exactly quiet, Hank." Henry Nelson blushed. Unusual for him.
"Now what was that you said a minute ago?"
Hank's eyes blazed. "Incest porn!
Real
incest porn! You probably still know guys in the business, right?"
Mark shrugged. "Sure, but, Hank--" he squeezed his upper arm, "--incest? That's just not something you jump into for a paycheck."
"That's not!--oh, I see. You have scruples against it. That makes sense."
