Home for the Summer: After Storm

"What do you mean, she's not coming back?" I asked my dad after he released the final truth about his relationship with my mom and my uncle Nick. My first summer home from college has been a whirlwind of truth and knowledge. Not only about them, but also myself. While I thought my mom was out of town just helping my grandparents, I learned that she was away because she was pissed off, or disgusted about my dad having a sexual relationship with Uncle Nick, who, by the way is not really my uncle. Oh, and I learned that my dad is not really my dad, which might explain why I was sexually attracted to him my whole life. This knowledge was very freeing for me because I was really grappling with those feelings. I considered myself a freak of nature. Now, learning the truth, I can embrace my freakiness.

And the three of us have been doing exactly that for the past 48 hours. We were holed up in our house during a bad hurricane that shut down our town. Our power went out early in the storm and the three of us banded together to satisfy our animalistic tendencies. We were basically fuck machines, and we spilled a lot of seed. All around the house... and the yard. We were busy and then we collapsed in exhaustion in various places. I made it to my bedroom and woke this morning to bright sunshine and cool summer breezes filling the house. The fresh air replaced the heavy humid air that was saturated with notes of male sweat, musk, and sex. The power came back on in the middle of the night. Things were back to normal, or so it seemed.

I slept naked and instead of pulling on briefs I went to straight to the bathroom, wearing only dried patches of cum on my torso, groin, back and legs. I took care of all my morning business, I was like clockwork, every morning the same time. Then I got in the shower. The hot water felt so good, so cleansing. Maybe today would be a normal day. I dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and headed to the kitchen for coffee. It was Saturday so my dad would not be going to work. He was up already and was stuffed into his tighty whities. Nick was still sprawled on the couch naked. I poured myself a cup of coffee and stood in the kitchen drinking it. My dad looked over at me and dropped the latest bombshell. It seems my mom was not really with my grandparents, or not anymore at least.

She was with my biological father, the priest who raped her and implanted his seed into her ovary that eventually made me. She apparently confessed to my dad that it wasn't rape at all. She wanted him and he wanted her, but he was conflicted of course, because he was a priest. They had sex and he took off to Italy to figure it all out and pray for forgiveness. Mom kept in touch with him, without telling my dad. When she caught him with Uncle Nick earlier this year, she let him know the truth. She kept in touch and now she was going to be with him. They had plans to meet in Florida while she was at her parents. All those phone calls I overheard, Dad was not pleading his case about Nick, he was angry with her for not coming back. He didn't want to tell me because if he did he felt it would put the final nail in the coffin of their dying marriage. After the storm activities, he felt empowered to tell me.

"She's not coming back. That's it. She and Father Romero... actually former Father Romero, are on their way to Italy right now. Once the phone lines were restored I called her this morning. Her mother let me know they left. I knew it was coming, she told me. Maybe it was a good thing the storm took out the phone lines. I probably would have been on the phone with her the whole time instead of enjoying my time with you."

I looked at the big man, standing there in the kitchen. The comically small briefs were straining to contain his sizeable meat. His muscular bulky 6'4" frame looked even larger now that it was shaved. His pinkish nipples were prominent headlights. As I looked him up and down I could see black stubble all over his body. The hair was growing back fast. His beard was heavier and thicker than the rest. His big eyes were wide open and the whites were pink. He looked like he'd been crying.

The news was puzzling and devastating. Without even missing a beat I did something I probably wouldnt have done a month ago. While I was naked and my dad was in his briefs, I walked to him and hugged him. My 6' muscular, college wrestling frame was dwarfed by him. My arms stretched around his girth and I pressed my head into his chest. His arms easily engulfed me. I felt his strength, and I felt secure. Surprisingly, my cock was still flaccid. Nick got up from the couch and approached us. He put his arms around us both and joined in the hug. "My sister's a bitch." I felt dad's chest expand as he took a deep breath and let out a sigh. His silent tears hit my cheek. All three of us said at exactly the same time, "It's all gonna be okay." And we laughed a little as we comforted each other. It was really kind of beautiful.

"Arrgh. Okay. I am going to take a shower," my dad said as he headed down the long hallway to his bedroom. Nick and I stood still in the kitchen. We were both naked. I sipped my coffee.

"Is there more," Nick asked gesturing toward my cup.

"Yeah there is at least one more cup." He headed to the cabinet and took out a mug. I noticed that Nick had an incredibly full and firm ass. The kind of ass I was used to seeing in the lockerroom. The kind of ass I was used to seeing in the mirror. My dick twitched. Really? I asked myself, "I just found out my mother took off with another man, who happened to be my real father, and I am looking at my uncle's naked ass. And it is making my dick twitch?" Maybe I am a freak.

Nick turned toward me and leaned against the counter while he sipped his coffee. "Oh that's good." He savored the first sip. It was good. It really hit the spot, but my mind was pulled away from the soothing flavor of fresh ground coffee into the abyss of an unfaithful mother who chose someone else over her family, and for what? Sex? She had love right here. My dad put her on a pedastal.

"Why'd she do this to us? How could she just take off like that?" Nick was silent. I noticed his cock was also full. Not hard, but full. When it wasn't dwarfed by the size of my dad's member, it was pretty impressive on its own. I remembered how it filled my mouth that first time. Why was I thinking about that?

"I don't know, but I've been thinking about this situation. A lot longer than you have, that's for sure. It's kind of like this... stay with me." He took a long pull off his mug. "You were shocked at first when you found out about me and your dad, right?"

"Yeah."

"But then you came to accept it. You rationalized it away by understanding his needs and that your mom couldnt satisfy him. He was just too big. Right?" I looked away in thought and nodded slowly. "Honestly, if there was a woman alive who could handle him, she'd be an amazon queen. I don't your dad would like that. Now take that same rationale and apply it to your mom." I was beginning to get it.

"But Dad never left."

"Yeah, but neither did she. She stuck with him for 23 years. Thats a long time to go without a fulfilling sexual relationship, right? She stuck around, raised you, provided a good healthy home for your dad and you. And I know she did was she could in the bedroom." I was silent, but it was making sense.

"The same was true for dad though. He gave her a good life. A lot better than some sorry ass Italian priest. Living here is better than living in some kind of monastery."

"You're so young, my friend. There is more to life than money. And your dad had me all those years. We kept each other satisfied so we could each live our lives. She became resentful. Not because of what we were doing, but because she wanted what we had. Doesn't that make you feel just a little bit sorry for her?"

"I guess. Then why am I so angry?"

"Because you're young. You don't fully understand your emotions. It's okay to feel angry. You'll get over it. And what happens next to you and your mother, well, that's up to you both to figure out. Just know your dad and I are always here for you." Damn he was smart. I started to feel my eyes well up and tears rolled down my face. "Aww. Come here." And he opened his arms. I went to him for a solid, manly, comforting embrace. He put his arms around me and pulled me in tight. I squeezed him tighter and held on to him. I began to swell, and so did he. "Just... let it all... happen." Nick whispered in my ear.

I could feel his big rough hands travel down my back and go under my towel and it dropped to the floor. He settled on my ass cheeks. I didn't want to let go. I don't know why I did the next thing, but I kind of lifted my knee, which opened up my ass. Nick's thick warm fingers kneeded my ass inching their way toward my puckering hole. He danced around it, teasing me. He knew what he was doing. And I wanted it.

"Nick. All of this stuff between the three of us, all the activity these last few days." He continued rubbing my back and coming dangerously close to my hole.

"Yes," he said in my ear in a hoarse whisper.

"I've watched you go in my dad's ass, and mouth."

"Yes."

"And I watched dad go in your ass and mouth."

"Yes. Go on."

"And both you and dad have been in my mouth, but neither of you have been in my ass, and I haven't been inside either of yours." With my arms around his neck, we were chest to chest, belly to belly, and dick to dick. At that moment I instinctively pushed my asshole down toward his hand. He groped lower for something else and I felt him press his hot, hard cock head right up against my hole. I felt electricity shoot from my quivering asshole, straight to my brain and back down to my cock and ass. It was intense. "I need that," and started to grind against his cock. He used his precum to make his cockhead slide across my hole. It was making me crazy.

"Take it slow. It's your first time." Then I heard my dad's voice from behind me.

"He needs to be opened up! Nick, lift his legs so I can get at that pussy." My dad was so forceful. Nick lifted me from up under my thighs, which pulled my ass cheeks open. My arms were still around his neck. My dad, Jack, got on his knees behind me. I felt his tongue gently lick my hole, then more of his tongue flattened out and pressed against me. Nick's cock was still there, too and I felt Nick manipulating as it bounced against my taint. He sucked his head a few times and then spit on my hole. Then he licked it off, then spit on it again. Each touch was ectasy.

"Ever eat pussy, boy?" My dad asked before diving in to my ass again.

"No sir." I could barely get the words out.

"A man's asshole is the same thing. You first tease the hole like this." He made his tongue firm and pointy, then circled my hole 5 or 6 times. "Then you lick it, like an ice cream cone." I felt it go wide and flat and he make long strokes againsnt my hole. Occasionally he would lick the underside of Nick's cock. I could hear Nick gasp when he did. "Then (pausing between licks) you go in." And with that he pushed his tongue inside me. Thankfully I just cleaned out and showered. I felt that warm wet fleshy mass enter me, and pull back, then go in again, each time going deeper. I felt his strong meaty hands pull my ass open and his scruffy face pressed against me. I took a deep breath. I hadn't breathed since he started. My chest expanded and pressed tightly against Nick's. He whispered in my ear. "Enjoy it. This is your first time. We know what were doing. You're in good hands." And he squeezed my hamstrings.

"That's it, boy. Let it happen." Jack put on finger in his mouth, spit on my hole, and then I felt the fingertip gently tease my hole and then push inside. I gasped. Then, he pulled it out and put his tongue on me and in me agian. Then his finger. Each time it went in easier, and after the shock was over, it felt good inside me, like I was full. Then, he put two fingers in me and I gasped again in shock, but through the process I began to accept them easily. My asshole was as warm, wet and open and I wanted more.

In between his work on my hole, Jack was sucking Nick's cock and keeping it rock hard. He spit on my hole and then I felt the hot flesh of Nick's cock head pressed against my entry way (or was it an exit?). Jack was pushing against it with his thumb and was alternating between licking my hole and Nick's cockhead. I felt pressure and then felt a pop. Nick's cockhead was inside me. He engorged it and I felt it get wider, fuller, and firmer. Then it popped out, and it made a popping sound. "I guess we just popped your cherry, young man."

"Yeah, I guess you did!"