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Subject: Generational Bro-cest part 5 This story contains sexual situations between two bothers and other males. If you are under the age of 18 and are legally not allowed to read this story, or if material of this nature is offensive to you, then you should skip this story. The author claims the copyright to all parts of this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed except by the author. This is my fourth story for NIFTY. Other stories: Danny’s First Love. Last posted on June 27th 2019 in High School. I didn’t pee the bed. Oct. 27, 2020 in Incest. Jordan and Billy. Nov. 15 2020 in Incest I’m not a writer, but I thought I’d again try my hand at fiction. I’m a college graduate who majored in the hard science, did post-graduate work in medical research. English has always been my worst subject. So here goes. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think. Please donate to Nifty! Generational Bro-cest part Five By Anthony Scordato. My senior year football session was great. We won our homecoming game. The dance was fantastic. Sarah and I took off and fucked in the backseat of my truck. It was her turn to be on top. She loved riding my cock as I played with her tits. She’d have three or four orgasms to my one. She loved the fact that after I’d cum I’d want to stay in her as we held each other and kissed. When I pulled out, my stomach fell. My condom broke. Driving home, she counted days since her last period. “Fuck, Jimmy. I’m right in the middle of my cycle.” “What does that mean?” “It’s when I can get pregnant. I mean I probably won’t, right?” Well, she did become pregnant. I cried in bed with Cory lying beside me. “I’m not ready to be married and be a dad.” “Maybe she’ll get an abortion.” “She said she’d never get one. We talked about this.” “Fuck. What does she want to do?” “She’s going to have it. She said I can be in the baby’s life if I don’t marry her. But that’s not fair to her. I mean,” “Do you love her?” “Yes. But. I’m not ready.” “Dad will be pissed, but if you marry her and be a standup guy in his eyes, he’ll help you out. Give you a job and stuff.” “That’s not it, so much.” “Then what?” “I don’t want to stop stuff with you. Do you want to stop? I mean when you get married what then?” “We can be on the down low like now.” “You’d do that?” “Yes. If you want. Is that the reason you don’t want to marry her?” “It’s part of it. A big part.” “Jimmy, we’re brothers. Brothers are family and us being around each other all the time won’t look weird. Not like if we were friends and fifty years later we’re still hang out alone.” “I guess.” “We’ll talk our wives into letting us still go on our camping vacation each summer like we did this year.” “You’d want to do that every year?” “Yes. We had a great time. When we got home my balls and ass hurt for three days. I’ve never come so much in one week. It was fantastic.” “My best week ever, but I don’t know. He pulled me toward him. We kissed. He said, “I love you, Jimmy and I don’t want us to stop, too.” Days later, Sarah and I sat in my truck and talked. She said, “We don’t have to get married. I understand. I just can’t get an abortion.” “I know. I don’t want you to either. I just never thought of myself as getting married. I just feel confused.” She kept trying to get to what was going on with me. The more she pushed, the more anxious I became. “If you tell me what scares you we can either work it out or we can agree that getting married is a mistake. Just be honest with me so that I understand. I’ll be fine if I understand.” Tears sat on my eyelids. “Is it that you’re bisexual.” I felt lightheaded. “It’s okay. I’ve known for a while.” “How?” “I’ve known you forever. I know you love sex with me. Believe me. I know you enjoy sex with me.” “Of course I do.” “And you enjoyed it with Cory and he enjoyed it with you.” I sighed. “You did right?” “Yes.” “Well, that’s fine with me. Are you looking to have sex with other guys?” “No.” “With other girls?” “No. I love sex with you. I don’t want other girls.” “You and Cory have done stuff since you did it with Ashley and me?” I just stared at her. “Ashley believes you and Cory have done stuff since then. I mean you two enjoyed it and he does stuff with you that I would rather not do.” “What are you saying?” “I feel like it’s all our fault. Ashley and I thought it would be hot to see you guys do stuff. If we had never done that you two would never had tried stuff. If we get married I don’t care if you and Cory mess around. I’m not jealous of him. I know you love him. If you don’t screw with another woman or a guy other than Cory I’m fine.” “You’re serious?” “Yes. I love you and if that will make you happy and we get to still screw like we do, then I’m fine. You don’t have to answer now. Think about it. I’ll say this. You won’t find another girl like me.” “I know.” “You should know that I talked to Ashley about all of this. She thinks Cory is bisexual also and that you two liked what you did.” I told Cory all that Sarah said. “Wow, that’s fucking hot. What do you think?” “I think I’m going to ask her to marry me.” Sarah and I told her parents and my parents about our pregnancy and our desire to marry. We were married at the end of January. We graduated in May. My dad gave me a full time job in the dealership where Cory worked. I worked as one of the service managers. He wanted me to work my way up to being a salesman. He also hired Sarah as a receptionist so that be both had health care and a decent income. Cory had asked Ashley to marry him after they talked about his bisexuality and she agreed that his being sexual with me was not a threat to her. What she said was, “I know you love blow jobs and ass fucking. I don’t. If you’re brother is willing to take care of that part of your needs, have at it. If I hear about you with another istanbul travesti woman or another guy I’ll cut you balls off.” They married in June two months before Sarah gave birth to our son, Brian. My parents bought Cory and I each a house on the other side of Lake Charles, closer to the river. We each lived on two acres of land. Our houses were small – one story ,two bedroom, two bath. But they were perfect for Sarah and I and Brian. Cory and I lived just three streets from each other, which made it convenient for our once a week hook ups. Cory worked Wednesday through Sunday. I worked Tuesday through Saturday. We both had Mondays off. Sarah was working again as a receptionist Monday through Friday. Mondays Cory and I met at my house and spent a good part of the day sucking, rimming and fucking each other. Soon, Ashley was pregnant and Sarah was pregnant again. After our second son, Christopher, was born, I decided that I was not happy working for my father. I had a high school friend who was working on the oil rigs off the coast of Louisiana. It was good physical work which appealed to me and I’d be making more money. I’d be working two weeks out in the Gulf and then have two weeks off. If I needed more money, I could work as a salesman at the dealership while I was home. Sarah didn’t want to just sit at home. Once the boys were in pre-school, she went back to working as a receptionist at the dealership. Ashley wanted to be a stay at home mother, so when we needed help with the boys she was happy to take care of them. I loved being at home with the boys. I turned my garage into a workout room. I had free weights, a weight machine home gym, a workout mat and a bar hung from the ceiling to do exercises. I also loved being naked. The boys and I never wore clothing when Sarah was at work. We’d head to the garage and workout. I loved watching them doing bench presses with two cans of corn as weights. They’d get on the mat and do sit ups and pushups along side of me. After our workouts we’d head to the pool in the warm weather or to the bathtub. Brian and Chris were as different as night and day. Brian was a bit standoffish. Sarah thought it was because I was home every day working at the dealership. Then I started working on the rigs and wouldn’t be home for two weeks. Chris was too young to remember me being home every day. Sarah thought that Brian reacted to my being gone. Brian loved the time we spent together but he was always a bit distant and hesitant. Chris celebrated my being at home. He’d be all over me, always looking for physical contact. When the three us climbed into the tub, he’d sit on my lap or if I lay down he’d sit on my chest. Brian would enjoy us being in the tub together but would not climb on me. I noticed the boys often had erections and would enjoy their boners. Brian especially sported his erection with pride. He’d announce his erection to Chris and me. Chris would soon have one also. Both the boys were well endowed. I’d continue to lift weights, do exercises as they sat on the exercise mat doing sit up or pushups their cocks rock hard. When we’d climb into the pool, Chris would climb onto my back, while I watched Brian swim and do hand stands in the pool. Chris had learned that if he pressed his junk against me he’d get an erection and enjoy the feeling. It became a regular occurrence. When it was Chris’s turn to do his swimming, Brian would move toward me. I’d put out my arms and he’d pull into my arms, wrap his legs around me so that his junk pressed into my side. We’d watch Chris and soon I’d feel Brian pressing his erection against my skin. Both the boys took various degrees of interest in my junk. Chris would ask why my cock and balls were so much bigger than his. “I’m older and taller. As you get older and taller your cock and balls will get bigger. It’s like your hands and feet.” Brian asked if my cock ever got hard like his. “Yes, I get boners, too.” He asked why he never saw it happen. I wasn’t sure how to answer him so that it would make sense. “Well, when you’re a kid, you get them a lot more.” The Friday nights, before I’d leave on Saturday for the Gulf, Sarah and I spent a good part of the night in each other arms fucking. But it was the Saturday night when I’d come home that Sarah and I fucked until we were exhausted. It had become an unspoken ritual. We’d fuck until we couldn’t. I also had a ritual with the boys. I left for the gulf on Saturday mornings and returned home two weeks later on a Saturday night. I knew that the work on the rigs was dangerous. I knew there was a very small change that I could be hurt or killed while on the job. So, every Friday before I left, I’d go into the boys room wearing a pair of boxer shorts, lay on Brian’s bed with him as Chris came over and climbed onto me. I’d read to them for at least a half hour and tell them stories. If I didn’t make it home, I wanted them to have a good memory of our last night together. The boys and I slept in the nude. So, Chris would throw his naked body on top of me, his junk pressed against my stomach. I’d hold the book in my left hand and have my right hand on Chris’s back and butt. He’d ask me to rub his back and butt while I read. And as I did, he’d press himself hard against my stomach, pressing his erection into me. Brian would lie beside me and run his fingers over his erection as he listened to me read. Sometimes he’d snuggle up against me a press himself against me. On several occasions I’d pull wood. Chris would notice as he was lying on my stomach. One night he announced, “Dad has a boner.” Both the boys turned their attention to the bulge in my boxers. Chris rolled off me and said, “Can we see it?” I pulled my boxers down, took hold of my erection, pulled it away from my body and pointed it to the ceiling. At the time, Brian was eight years old and Chris was six. Chris reached out and took hold of my cock. “Wow,” he said. “Ah, when you guys get boners I don’t touch you, do I?” “No,” Brian said. “But Chris and I touch each other.” “That’s okay. You’re brothers.” I watched as Chris kept squeezing my cock. kadıköy travesti “I think you should let go of my boner for now.” Chris removed his hand but I didn’t shove my cock back into my boxers. Brian said, “Chris got to touch it, can I?” I looked at him and said, “Okay, this one time.” He wrapped his fingers around it and then ran his fingers around the head of my cock the way he played with his. “Okay,” I said. “So I told you I get boners too. It’s fine to look at it and it’s fine with the two of you touching each other, but how about you look at mine but don’t touch. Is that cool?” “Okay,” Chris said. Brian agreed. After that whenever I pulled wood, if Chris was lying on me, he’d just press his leg or hip hard against my erection and neither one of us said anything. When I’d get a boner, Chris would reach down and move it so that it rested on my stomach. Having nine inches the head of my cock would push beyond the waistband of my boxers, which Chris figured out. He’d then move so that his cock was pressed against mine. Then he’d move so that his cock passed over mine and then press down again. I decided to say nothing and act like I wasn’t aware of what he was doing. If I pulled wood in to pool or bathtub, they’d enjoy looking at it, but didn’t touch it with their hands, but often found a way to get themselves in contact with it. What I wanted for them was to feel free sexually to do as they wanted but within the rules set down. Look but don’t touch was one of those rules. Every Tuesday when I wasn’t on the rig, Cory came to my house. He’s work out naked with me in the garage and during the summer when the boys were not in school, he’d hang with me and the boys. The boys loved their Uncle Cory. After spending time in the pool, we’d send the boys to Aunt Ashley’s. If the boys were in school, Cory would join me at home. Ashley would pick up their two daughters and my two sons at school. Cory and I, once alone, fell into each other’s arms. We had been at each other sexually since I was twelve years old. Fifteen years later, after hundreds of loads of cum down my throat and up my ass, we still went at each other passionately. Maybe it was the fact that we only had two days a month to express our sexual desire for each other. And our summer week of camping was always intense. I never stopped loving the taste and feel of Cory’s cock in my mouth. When the boys were in school, Cory and I would work out hard, working up a sweat. Then we’d be at each other, kissing and pressing into each other. When I pressed him to the mat, I’d lick his wet body and then take him deep into my mouth. We had our ritual play too. He’d lay back, prop his head up and watch me lick and suck his cock and balls. I’d glace up at him, looking down at me enjoying his cock. I loved his eyes on me. I could always tell when he was close. His cock head would swell and become hard. He’d moan with his hand on my head. Then he’d thrust upward and groan loudly and streams of cum would explode from his cock into my mouth and throat. When I was younger, I’d swallow. But I had learned that holding his entire load in my mouth and savoring the taste and feel excited me. He’d smile at me, stick his finger into my mouth and move this cum around over my teeth and tongue. “I love that you love my spunk.” Then I’d swallow. We’d switch places. I’d lay back and watch Cory work my cock. I’d always get close faster than him, having been so turned on by sucking his cock. He’d know I was close, look up at me and stop sucking my cock. He’d smile. He’d lick my balls, we’d kiss, he’d run my cock over his face, bury his face in my junk and suck on my balls. Then back to my cock. When I’d cum he’d swallow most of it but held back some on his tongue. He’d move it to his lips, smile at me and then we’d kiss. We’d lay in each other’s arms, then light up a joint and get high. Before long we were at each other again. Inevitably, Cory had his legs up and I’d press my cock into him. We’d kiss as I fucked him face to face and I’d quickly drop my load deep into him. What came next was Cory doing what was his favorite thing � fucking my ass. It was like a marathon and I was happy to give Cory my ass to enjoy We never stayed in one position. We’d start out face to face, but when he got close he’d pull out get on my hands and knees and fuck me. Then he’d take another break and stand me up, bend me over the workout bench and fuck me so hard, I’d have to hold on so as to not fall over. He’d ask if I was okay. “Fuck me all day if you want,” I’d moan. He’d pull out of my ass, spin me around and have me suck his cock. Then he’d stand me against a wall as if I was being frisked, tell me or arch my back and he’d be in me again. He’d fuck me until he couldn’t hold back any longer push me to my knees press his cock into my mouth and cum. Exhausted, we’d smoke another joint and cuddle up on the mat. Each time we got together we followed a similar pattern. He knew I loved him coming in my mouth and I knew he loved fucking me. I didn’t care how long or how hard he went at my ass. I loved the feel of his cock deep inside of me and then his load filling my mouth. He could ask me to do anything, and I’d do it and he knew it. Most times two orgasms were all we could manage, especially during the summer when we’d spend the morning with the boys. But sometimes he’d pull wood a third time, which gave me wood and we’d be at it again, lying head to toe and sucking each other’s cock. A third load of his man juice was always an added treat. BACK TO THE END OF PART ONE�. THE STORY FROM CHRIS’S PERSPECTIVE. That summer when Dad taught Brian to jerk off was a great summer. The year that followed was nightly jerk off sessions. Sometime during the winter I started getting drops of clear sticky goo when I’d have a climax. I was so excited. I told Brian that I wanted to show Dad. He told me to wait until I got big loads like him. He was gushing cum. He talked about how much fun it would be to tell Dad and then maybe he’d jerk off with us like when he first jerked off. “We could watch him jerk off again and taste bakırköy travesti is cum.” So, he and I practiced and watched the progress I made toward a large thick load. Every Friday night before my dad lift to work on the rigs, he’d get in bed and we’d listen to him read to us. I liked listening to him, but more than that I like cuddling with him. I’d climb on top of him and rub my cock on his stomach. Once in a while he’d get a boner. I wasn’t allowed to touch it, but I’d press on it with my leg and I could feel it getting hard. When he was hard I reach down and move it so that it would come out of his boxers. Then I’d put my cock against his. That was more exciting than jerking Brian off. Dad would say, “you’re getting a little big for lying on me, don’t you think?” I’d smile and say, no. He’s smiled and put his arm around me and his hand on my butt and I’d slowly move against him until I got hard. When he’d leave us, he’d stand up with a big bulge in his boxers and say, “Okay, you can sleep in tomorrow so stay up as long as you want, but don’t bother your mother and me.” Brian and I would laugh. As soon as he closed the door, we’d be stroking our cocks. Sometimes I stroked him and then he’d stroke me. Each time I came we inspected my load and watched as it got larger and thicker and turned from clear to white goo. Our plan was to announce my large load during a week day during the summer when Mom was at work. And that’s what we did. It was the second week of June. The first week we didn’t have school and were home with Dad all day. We worked out and then went to the pool. We swam around for a while and then when we got out of the pool, I said, “I can come now.” “Really,” he said. “That’s great.” “Can we do like we did when Brian showed you. You know you jerked off and then he jerked off.” “I thought we said that that was a onetime thing.” “But, that’s not fair. You tasted his cum and we tasted yours. Remember. We should do that again. Please.” He stared at me. “Okay, but this is it. And no talking about it.” “Who goes first?” I asked. Brian said, “You go first, then me and then Dad.” I sat on the chair between my father’s legs, my back pressed against his chest. His face was pressed against mine as I stroked. His hands were on my legs. As I stroked my eight inch cock, he moved his hands over my inner thighs. I could feel his erection pressing into my back. My body began to tense and then shake as cum exploded onto my chin and chest and stomach. I heard my dad chuckle and say, “That was awesome, Chris. Nice load.” He ran his fingers over my chest and then licked his fingers clean. “And you taste good too.” I laughed and then licked my fingers clean. Brain reached over and ran his fingers through my cum and then licked his fingers. It was Brian turn. I hoped he didn’t ask me to move. I didn’t want to give up my seat between my dad’s legs. He didn’t. He sat in a chair beside us and masturbated. Dad ran his hand over Brian’s chest as he jerked off. Then Brian shot a big load. Dad tasted Brian’s load and then I did. Brian licked his fingers clean. Then it was Dad’s turn. I moved but not far. He sat up straight. I sat on his leg, straddling it facing him. Brian stayed in his chair. I loved watching my dad jerk off. He started off stroking slowly and played with his balls. He look at me and smiled and continue stroking. Then his pace quickened. I put my hands on his inner thighs wanting so much to run my hand to his balls like I did with Brian, but I knew the rule. No touching. He moaned, “Okay, guys, I’m going to come.” His body tensed. His ab muscles tightened. Then cum shot out of his cock. Thn first shot hit him square on his nose. Then his chest and stomach. I counted eleven shots of cum. “Wow,” I said. “That’s a lot of cum.” He sat back and smiled. I didn’t cum yesterday. I watched as he moved the cum from his nose into his mouth and then he licked his fingers. I would have licked up the rest of his load, but Brian ran his fingers over Dad’s chest and I licked his stomach. When I was done I sat up. He looked at me and laughed. I had cum hanging from my nose. He said, “Okay, the show is over. And Chris, thank you for letting me watch you jerk that beautiful cock of yours and get a taste of your cum.” I smiled. “I think yours tastes better.” Brian and I spend the summer jerking off in the morning and in the night. Once in a while he and I would jerk off after we went swimming. Dad would lay out on the lounge chair, say nothing but watch us. It was after the fourth of July, on a Tuesday when Uncle Cory was at the house and spent the morning working out with us that Brian decided he was going to sneak out of Aunt Ashley’s house and come home to see if Dad and Uncle Cory were smoking weed. I stayed at Aunt Ashley’s and hung out with the girls. When Brian returned he told me he had something to tell me when we got home. I pressed him to tell me then, but he wouldn’t. When we got home and Dad said good night, Brian got in my bed and said, “Dad and Uncle Cory were having sex.” “You mean like us.” “No. We jerk off. But they were using the mouth and when Uncle Cory came it was in Dad’s mouth. And then Uncle Cory put his mouth on Dad’s cock and he came in Uncle Cory’s mouth.” “Why did they do that?” “They were moaning. Let me do you and tell me how it feels.” He put his mouth on my cock and immediately I moaned loudly. He sat up. “It felt good?” “Wow. It was warm and soft. It felt great. Do it again.” “You do me first.” I took his cock into my mouth. I was surprised that I liked the way his cock felt in my mouth. I licked it and sucked on it. He moaned. We went back and forth. Brian came in my mouth. I swallowed. I came in Brian’s mouth. He swallowed. Then we did it again to each other. We agreed that this was better than jerking off. We talked about Dad and Uncle Cory and what Brian saw. He said that after they sucked each other, Uncle Cory took weed from his pants pocket and then smoked a joint. That’s when he left. Brian made me promise that I’d never tell Dad that he spied on them. I agreed. But I made him promise me that he’d sneak over with me sometime so that I could watch them. He agreed. I hope you are enjoying this story Anthony

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