Dad is a sexy silver fox, with a smouldering look that can turn me to jelly. His two older brothers are hot as well, and all three have a long history of incest. It’s been a few months since they were together like this and they’re naturally making up for lost time. But as you can see, Dad hasn’t forgotten about me. Those smouldering eyes are reminding me that I’m his favourite family member and that he won’t be neglecting me while his brothers are here. My uncles won’t neglect me wither. If this weekend goes to form, I’ll be fucked senseless by all of them, time and time again.
“So… I’m not sure how to put this, Dad, but wouldn’t it be better to put a top on for the driving lesson?”
“Why, are you finding it distracting?”
“Well enjoy the view, Son. I’m at the wheel so take it all in. You can take out my cock and have a look at that as well. I know a quiet spot where we stop for a while, and then you can do more than look. There driving lessons come with a price - but I reckon it’s one you’ll be happy to pay.”
Brothers in Luck has now been released and is available at Smashwords. It's a reworking of my Jack Brighton book, 'Bottom's Luck' and I have to say this works so much better as an incest story. It's the first time I've gone outside the incest pairing in a story. Perhaps some might not like that, but there is a good reason for it, and it makes the story more interesting in my books. Incest is never going to be straightforward, so I think it is more realistic.
Happiness is lying in bed with my brother, with a well buggered ass that’s dribbling his spunk - and the knowledge that he’s looking at me, thinking ahead to the next round when it’ll be my turn to do the shafting and dump a load of cum inside him.
Yes! That’s right! You would have thought he’d have the sense to go out and buy something else for this holiday after being told about my deviant nature. But no – Dad is a traditionalist and sticks to his Speedos, seemingly oblivious to the effect they have on me! He has several pairs, though the black ones are his favourites, and he fills them out disturbingly well: peachy at the back, his ass beautifully pert despite his advancing years; and bulging at the front with a heck of a big package. That’s another genetic gift that good old Dad passed on. I’ve got an eight inch cock and I reckon Dad’s is bigger… At least in my sordid fantasies it is!
Yeah, I know. It’s bad!
But I reason it’s bad in a harmless sort of way. I bet loads of gay lads wish they could see their dad’s erection, or at least they would if they had a dad like mine. I bet they’d want to see his flaccid meat dangling long and fat, and watch as the cock filled with blood to stiffen into a towering great phallus. It stands to reason they would stare, totally entranced, as he jerked on the thick creamy shaft and toyed with the big purple knob at the end, smearing it with the juice that seeped from the eye. And what a treat it would be to see the balls churn about, then rise in their sac as they prepared to explode. What lad could resist having an eyeful of my dad as he tossed back his head and let out a groan whilst a thick rope of spunk shot out of his slit, followed by another and another, till the horny big bugger was drenched in his mess and totally spent. Would it be such a sin to watch such a thing just because that spunk was genetically linked?
Extract from SAILING WITH UNCLE SAM
Given his size and appearance, some people think Dad’s an intimidating brute. And while he can act like savage beast, there’s a softer, considerate side to him as well. Like here in the shower, he’s wearing a vest, because he knows it turns me on so much - seeing all that furry brawn through the wet cotton - an extra layer of deliciousness for me to play with then remove. He can be ever so tender during the foreplay, and occasionally tender when he fucks me as well. But the savage beast will eventually come out, which is when my dad is at his best - screwing the living daylights out of me, pounding away between my legs and crushing me with his manly bulk.
That’s Dad in his favourite chair showing off his manly bulges - one of his many preludes to sex. All of the bulges will get some attention, starting with the exposed ones - the biceps and thighs. Then I’ll move on to his beefy chest, gnawing at the cotton before taking off the tee-shirt to feast on bare paternal flesh. By this point, I’ll be aching to touch my favourite part, but I know the rules that Dad sets - I have to wait until permission is given to play with his fabulous package. It’s an agony of torment. despite all the other treats I get - to see his cock straining in his pants, with precum soaking the material around the knob. He drives me mad with teasing denial, which makes me work with all the more passion on the rest of his body. But can you imagine the euphoria when he finally relents, and accepts what he’s fought to delay. The oral sex I give him is wonderful but brief. We’re both so inflamed, it lasts only a few minutes before Dad takes control and fucks me like a savage. Again it’s brief, but so fulfilling - both of us coming in a maelstrom of rutting. And then I’m allowed to suck him again, taking my time, savouring every second - knowing that he’ll also take his time when he decides to screw me again.
Dad’s got a great chest and he likes to flaunt it.
I like to fondle it and spunk all over it, which I always do when I’m riding his cock. Then I get the pleasure of licking the mess off, which means licking Dad's chest at the same time.
My brother is such a cocktease, acting like this. The way he’s dressed is okay as we’re here on holiday, relaxing by the hotel pool. But the expression on his face, and those wide spread legs, make it obvious what he’s after. And there are plenty around who would happily oblige, even risking arrest by doing it here in public.
I happen to be one of them. It’s only been an hour since I had his cock in my mouth, but I’m gagging to suck it again. I want to kneel between those legs and give him all that he deserves, and hopefully earn a mouthful of cum. I want to mount him as well and ride his dick as I look at him, while running my fingers though the hair on his chest.
So enough of the cockteasing, my sexy big brother. Time for us to go back to our room for another few hours of incestuous passion