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Subject: Family Reunion – Ch. 6 Family Reunion by RJ Meyers This story is about a married father who takes in his younger brother after a five-year separation. If you are offended by themes of incest (and, eventually, adult/youth), do not read. If you have any questions or comments about this piece, want to know about any of my other works, or just want to reach out, please don’t hesitate to email me. If you would like to be added to a mailing list for this story (or all stories) and receive emails about any updates, let me know. A list of my works, including links and descriptions, can be found here: https://bit.ly/2S5IYDI Please also consider donating to Nifty if you fty/donate.html. Any amount helps. ~ Chapter 6 ~ I thought Parker would be my only source of torture, but no: Eve as well. She’s been on my case more and more lately, and it’s all because of David. Well… no, that isn’t fair. It’s because of how much time I choose to spend with David over her. She won’t admit it, but I think she’s starting to resent my brother because of how much I’ve consulted with him for event planning and the ins-and-outs of the gallery. He’s proven himself to be quite the dedicated worker who also has innovative ideas — and I thought Eve would be supportive of that in the end, but I think she just feels like she’s being replaced. I get it, but it’s childish. Despite the fact that he’s my brother, David is a quality worker, and I’d respect his work ethic regardless of our familial ties. Still, it’s disheartening to see that her warmth towards David (and me, for that matter) has slowly and noticeably diminished — to the point where even David has asked what’s going on between us. He now does his best to stay out of her path lest she gives him the cold shoulder. She won’t do or say anything overt, but it’s more than obvious that she feels a particularly bitter way about us. I figured it would eventually pass, though. It’s just an adjustment period, right? Eve’s trying to get used to having my brother in large sections of her life, and jealously can’t last forever, and blah blah blah… But (again) no: it’s not going to pass. I can feel all the smaller instances of animosity culminate to this one moment: us at the brink of an argument. “Where are you going?” she asks me. I glance at her through the mirror, where I’m busy making sure I look ready to go. My button-up is tucked in, my belt is securing my jeans to my hips, and I unbuttoned the top few buttons to add a hint of sex appeal. “David and I are going out,” I say — and I knew before the words left my mouth that it would be stupid to mention David. I could feel the energy when she entered the bedroom. I could feel my body switching to defense mode. I could sense something was going on, and mentioning David has completely soured her. But I don’t know *why* — until she utters three little words: “It’s our anniversary.” Shit. Shit shit. I close my eyes and sigh through my nose. Fuck, how did I forget? Hell, she even mentioned that we had plans for Friday — though dumbass me thought that when she had said that that she meant we had *individual* plans. I thought she was going out with some friends (which is something she’s been doing a lot of lately). I don’t really know what to tell her, so I simply apologize. There’s no real excuse. I haven’t even been that busy. I just straight up forgot our anniversary. She just rolls her eyes. “And now I’ve reminded you. So now what?” I know she’s asking for a decision. Does she want me to be honest? David and I have had these plans for a while now, and dancing sounds way more fun than a reluctant dinner with a pissed-off wife. And I think she can read my entire inner monologue on my face because her whole body goes tense, as if she’s trying to fight off the anger. “Always you and your fucking brother!” I narrow my eyes. Suddenly the guilt I feel for forgetting our anniversary takes a backseat when she goes attack-mode on my brother. “What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. “Nothing,” she says in a low, almost threatening voice. “I just want to know when David became more important than me.” “He’s family,” I say simply — and even though I know the smartest thing would be to assure her that he’s not more important than her, I’m irritated by her quiet hostility and her rising disdain for my brother. I’m too protective of him. “And I’m not?!” she asks incredulously. “Of course you are, but–” “But *nothing*, Emiliano,” she says, shaking her head. “If you–” “It’s always you and David, ever since he came here. You put him first for everything, and *I’ve* been put on the backburner. I’m your *wife*! You haven’t given me the time of day in *months*!” she says through watery eyes. “You just keep pulling away more and more.” “No I don’t,” I say reflexively. “Yes you do! You don’t look at me the same anymore.” She’s on the verge of tears, but I can tell she’d rather be angry than sad, so she sucks them back in. “Did I do something?” “No. You… No, you didn’t do something,” I say, feeling like I’m floundering. She seems to wait for a moment for me to elaborate, but I offer nothing else. “That’s all you have to say?” she asks. “I’m sorry.” A half-assed apology? Really, Emiliano? The least you could do right now is some damage control. But fuck, words are failing me right now, and she looks furious. I can’t particularly blame her, either. But what am I supposed to say? That the reason that I’m pulling away is because I’m in love with my brother? How is that gonna fly? But then she says something shocking. “I cheated on you.” I pause for a moment to register those words, unsure if I heard her correctly. “What?” “I cheated on you,” she says, “just hoping that you would notice. And you didn’t.” I know this game. Eve is usually level-headed, so it’s surprising me that she’s trying to play mind games like this. I believe her when she says she cheated, but her motivations? No way. No one does that. I’m willing to bet she was just lonely and is justifying her actions by capitalizing on my lack of attention. Not that I blame her, really. If I were having this conversation with myself, I’d be doing worse than she is. “Okay,” I say. Now it’s her turn to pause. “That’s it?” she asks after several moments of tense silence. “‘Okay’?” I sigh in exasperation. “What do you want me to say, Eve?” She throws up her hands. “That you hate me! That you think I’m a fucking whore! Literally *anything*!” she says, practically hissing. “But I don’t hate you.” She sighs heavily, rubbing her palm into her forehead. “You’re fucking killing me, Em–” “I cheated too.” This makes her perk up and go quiet, and she looks at me with eyes wide — but no more words from her. That’s all that’s said. She cheated, I cheated. I wonder if she’s just processing my words, and if my vague admission of being unfaithful is filling in all the blanks. We have a little staring contest for what feels like hours before she sighs, picks up her purse from the bed, and walks right out the door. Even though I’m distracted at first when I go out with David, it’s still nice to do something romantic and silly like go dancing. He’s been begging me to go with him for weeks, and I finally caved — but mostly I’m giving this to him as a treat for helping me out so much with the gallery. He’s proven himself to an invaluable asset to my little team, and I couldn’t appreciate him more. Parker was right about him: my stress concerning the gallery has decrease exponentially since David signed on. Not only did he catch on quick, but he’s been innovative and reliable, and I have no issue leaving my baby in his protective hands. David’s been a bit of an anti-stress agent away from the gallery as well. Once we’re out actually hitting the dancefloor and he goads me into finally letting loose, I forget all about Eve. It’s just me and my brother now, embracing the rhythm of the music, sweating, laughing, loving, and just plain old having fun. We even share a hot but brief make out session in one of the stalls in the restroom, pawing at each other like teenagers in heat. I think it’s at this point where we both internally decide to do just a little more dancing and have one more drink before heading home and consummating the evening. There’s an added benefit to going out with David tonight rather than just keeping my mind off of my fight with Eve: Parker and Cliff get some alone time. Cliff has roommates, so getting the space to be a couple alone has always been difficult for them. I’ve told Parker that as long as his mother is out of the house, he can have his boyfriend over — but of course, alone time is particularly sweeter when no one, even including your supportive father, is home. When we get back to the house, David and I find the two lovebirds in the living room watching a movie together, all cuddled up on the couch without shirts on. As soon as we enter, though, Cliff quickly throws Parker off of his body, looking flustered as he stands up. “Hi, Mr. Flores,” he says politely, Parker grunting as he hoists himself up off the floor and punches his boyfriend. I chuckle to myself. “You don’t have to do that every time I come in,” I remind him. I can hear David laughing softly behind me as he locks up. Every time I enter a room with them in it, Cliff makes sure to add physical space between himself and my son. “Sorry,” he says, smiling, embarrassed. “Habit.” “It’s okay,” I say before glancing at Parker. “Mom not home, then?” He shakes his head. “She called and said she’s staying at a friend’s tonight.” Shit. She only stays away from home if things are really bad — and I suppose forgetting your anniversary on top of admitting we’re both cheating warrants that sort of response. “What are you guys watching?” David asks, glancing at the TV. “Uhh… Good question,” Parker says — and when Cliff hits his arm, Parker just laughs. I wouldn’t have caught on to the implication had Cliff not responded that way, but now I get it: they weren’t watching the movie. “Well we won’t keep bothering you,” I say before gesturing to David to give them their privacy back. “You kids have a good night.” They both say goodnight to us, and as soon as they turn their attention towards each other, David grabs my hand with a grin and pulls me towards the staircase. I know what he’s intending: to head to my bedroom, straight for the master bathroom, and enjoy a hot shower together that will inevitably lead to more. But once we get into the bedroom, I let go of his hand. “Go on without me,” I say. “I’ll be there in a sec. Gonna call Eve real quick, before it gets too late.” “Okay,” David says, not thinking much of it. Whistling, he heads into the bathroom and shuts the door. Once I hear the shower start to run, I pull out my phone and call Eve. It rings, and rings, and rings, and just when I’m convinced that I’m only going to get her voicemail, I hear something click. No voice, though. “Hey,” I say softly. Then, after a pause, her voice comes through, her greeting hitting me as gently as mine did her. “Hi.” I clear my throat a bit. Where should I start? “I’m sorry for forgetting our anniversary.” She pauses again before saying one word: “Okay.” This isn’t her angry voice. This is her resolved voice. On some level, she’s given up. I can feel it. So instead of trying to assuage her feelings, I decide to just be direct with my questions and get to the point. “What do you want to do?” I ask. Eve sighs. “I don’t know, Emiliano,” she says. “I don’t know what to do.” “Me neither,” I admit, scratching my head. Then, just to satisfy my curiosity… “Are you with someone else?” I ask, knowing that she’ll understand exactly what I mean. “What do you want me to say?” “Just the truth,” I say. This pause is much smaller this time. “I’m seeing someone.” It doesn’t even hurt when she says it. If I’m being perfectly honest, it’s somewhat of a relief. “Okay,” I say. “I am too.” “So we’re both seeing other people,” she remarks, as casually as if she noticed it was a cloudy day. “Where… Where does that leave us?” I ask. But she doesn’t have the answers either. “I don’t know.” So we keep talking and talking, volleying ideas back and forth or otherwise just conversing in circles before we realize that our marriage is disintegrating. It has been for some time, but it’s been rapid over the past few months. Despite that, we want to maintain… *something*. We have Parker to think about, as well as an entire history. Even if our marriage has surpassed its lifespan, and even if we’ve drifted apart in marital affairs, there’s still a foundational friendship. We’re still important to each other. We can’t just give that up, right? “I don’t hate you,” she says. I sigh. In spite of it all, I smile to myself. “I don’t hate you either,” I tell her. “At all.” “Listen… Let’s just talk more in the morning,” she says, “but I think we at least know where we’re both at now.” “Yeah, for sure. And Eve?” I add, biting my lip. “Yeah?” “I’m sorry.” She sighs with such relief that my heart breaks a little. “Thank you.” The separation is a slow process. The boys notice that Eve is spending less and less time at home, and that little by little her things keep “disappearing.” Both Eve and myself keep coming up with random excuses as to why she isn’t around as much in order to give us time to hash out the details. In the end, we decided on a few things. One would be that she would move in with her new man (here, I bit my tongue and resisted asking if it was too soon) so that Parker could stay here with me and David in order to finish school easily enough. I also insisted that she visit whenever she wants. The second major decision concerned our gallery. She offered to cut ties from it completely, but I could tell it hurt to make that suggestion, so I denied her. It’s as much her baby as it is mine. I think after realizing that we still work well together and that things aren’t as awkward as we anticipated, we can still make a friendship work — or at least enough for our son. Then comes the time to tell Parker and David. The four of us sit down at the dining table when we break them the news and explain why the two of us have been so shifty the past couple weeks. We tell them the truth: that even though this is a quiet and amicable split, Eve and I are divorcing and she’s moving out. Parker is shocked, as to be expected — but nothing prepared me for David’s reaction. He looked positively mortified and heartbroken. *Guilty* might be the best word for it. Without a word, he leaves the table and disappears into his room upstairs, leaving us alone with our son. I try to swallow the lump in my throat as we let Parker ask questions, but he doesn’t have much of anything to ask. It seems he’s a bit speechless at the moment — that is, until Eve mentions that this is the last night she’ll spend in our house. Parker’s eyes shoot up. “Tonight? Like… right now?” “Yeah,” she says, nodding. “But… But where are you going?” “Not far, love,” she assures him, reaching her hand over the table to grab his. “Just a few towns over. I have a place lined up and everything.” Parker just looks struck, so I try to change his perception a bit. “This is a good thing, buddy.” Parker then turns to me, and I feel a whole host of emotions coming my way: confusion, anger, surprise, unease… But in the end, he doesn’t express any of them. He just snatches his hand away from his mother and leaves the room much like David did. When both boys are gone, Eve and I let out a collective sigh. “That was…” I start to say, but I’m unable to find the right word. What word encompasses both the awkward and the unexpected? “Yeah…” she says, almost laughing. “What should we do now?” She shrugs before looking at me. “Wine?” Wine it is. We destress with a bottle of wine, and then another, focusing on spending our time reminiscing about the good moments we’ve had rather than the bad: how we met, how we fell in love, how much blood, sweat, and tears it took to set up that gallery, how proud of Parker we’ve become… Most of our reminiscing revolves around Parker, actually. After all, he’s something we made together. He’s our legacy. He’s proof that what we had was special. I don’t know how it happens, but Eve and I have sex, right there in the kitchen. I can’t speak for her, but for me, it feels like goodbye. Granted, we’ll see each other often, but this is an emotional goodbye, a send-off to what our relationship once was. I think at the beginning we both thought that this would be it, that we would be each other’s end goals, that we would spend forever together. But now I have David, and she has… whatever his name is. Our hearts have both moved on. It’s time to let go. Once we’re finished, I help her with the last of her bags and ask if she wants to talk to Parker before she goes. She just shakes her head and says “Not like this.” I get it. Emotions are high, and we’re both still a bit drunk, so it’s probably best to let everyone clear their heads before they talk. “I’ll come by tomorrow to talk and get my car,” she says, since she’s getting a ride from her man. I just nod. She smiles gently, leans in and kisses my cheek, and then heads outside to wait. Feeling completely out of sorts, I sigh and head upstairs to first check on Parker. Eve didn’t want to talk with him just yet, but I don’t want him going to bed with a false perception of what went down tonight. The sooner I can help him figure this out, the better. So, I take a deep breath before knocking, and when I hear my son’s voice tell me to come in, I enter his bedroom. “Hey,” I say, shutting the door behind me. Parker’s lying on his bed, messing with his phone. I have a hunch he’s texting his boyfriend, but even if he is, he sets the phone aside when I come in. “Hi.” “Can I…?” I ask, gesturing to the bed. He nods and sits up straight, giving me room for me to sit on the edge of the bed. “Sorry I walked out,” Parker mentions. “It’s okay,” I assure him. Once I take a seat, I take a moment to clear my head and remind myself to talk as earnestly as possible. “I know that was… a lot,” I say. He shrugs. “I guess,” he says, looking at me as if just asking me to keep speaking. I don’t know what he wants to hear, though. “Anything on your mind?” He shrugs. “I just don’t get why. I thought you guys were happy.” “We were,” I say — though I suppose that’s not 100% true. “So why get divorced?” I want to give Eve a chance to explain her side. She deserves as much, considering how close the two of them are. So I decide to just implicate myself. “We’ve been growing apart,” I say. “And I… I cheated.” Parker goes wide-eyed with surprise. “Really?” “Yeah,” I tell him. “With who?” “That’s… not important right now,” I say. He narrows his eyes in a calculating way before asking his next question. “Why does Uncle Dave think it’s his fault?” His fault? “You talked to him?” “A little,” Parker says. “He was really upset though.” “I should talk to him,” I say, mostly to myself. “But why does he think it’s his fault?” “Because,” I say, “I’ve been spending way more time with David than I have with your mother. He probably thinks he pulled me away from her. Eve and I… we’ve been growing şişli travesti apart for some time, I think. More than we realized. And I’ve had way too much going on, and it has… distracted me, I guess. Enough for us to realize there’s no use working through it.” Parker nods a bit before sighing and hugging his knees. “I feel bad.” “You feel bad?” I ask. Now it’s my turn to be confused. “Why?” “Because I was causing trouble. I mean… I made it worse, didn’t I?” Parker asks. When I look at him with concern, he just says “By leaving that video out.” “Parker…” “I’m really sorry, Dad,” he says — and fuck, does he look it. It’s like suddenly things click. He obviously left that video for me to see, but it was just supposed to be a playful thing. Now he probably feels his actions played a part in his parents’ decision to divorce. For a moment, I think back on the conversations Parker and I have had about coming to terms with both his sexuality and his first feelings of love, all the talks about my history with David and how we found something special between us. There’s been such an openness between the both of us, despite the awkwardness concerning my snooping (which I’ve done no more of). But things are changing. Eve is leaving, which means David is… well, I suppose that means my relationship with David will be able to exist out in the open of the household. And in order for that to happen, that means full openness is necessary, including reminding Parker that nothing he did caused problems. There’s no going back now. Only forward. “I cheated on your mother with David,” I blurt out. Parker stares at me — and I swear I detect a flicker of a smile. “You and Uncle Dave?” he asks, nearly whispering. I gulp, heart racing. This is worse than admitting David and I had history. My breath feels shorter than before — maybe because this time, the circumstances aren’t as innocent. It’s easy to write off our childish love story as kids being kids, but we’re grown adults now, one of us with a wife and a child, so things are much different. We’re held as more responsible now. “Yeah,” I say. Parker actually laughs a little bit before saying, “Well, I can’t say I’m surprised,” he says sheepishly. “I had a feeling.” At least he doesn’t seem angry. “I just want you to know that it’s no one’s fault but mine, okay? *I’m* sorry. This is a mess that *I* made.” He nods a little bit, looking at me calculatingly. “I just want you guys to be, you know, happy and stuff.” “And we want that for you too,” I say with a soft smile. “But sometimes we make mistakes, even with people we love. Remember how I couldn’t care less about your wrestling?” This gets quite a laugh out of Parker. “Yeah, you were kinda shitty about that.” “And that was my fault,” I say. “I should have been more attentive. And… Well… I never actually apologized for this, but I’m sorry for snooping on you. I shouldn’t have done that.” “It’s okay,” Parker says after a moment. “I kinda… kinda liked it.” Then, he hits me with an uncharacteristically shy smile. I guess I shouldn’t be totally surprised considering what his reaction to me snooping was, but him admitting that he liked it still catches me off guard. I do my best to shake it off in order to focus. One thing at a time. “I should go talk with your uncle,” I say before glancing at him again. “You good here?” “Yeah,” he says after a thoughtful moment, nodding. “I mean, no bad feelings, right? Mom’s okay?” I smile. “I don’t want to speak for her, but from my perspective, yeah, everything’s okay. Your mom left for tonight but she wants to see you tomorrow. You guys can talk then.” He nods and exhales. “Okay, cool.” Then he smiles appreciatively. “Thanks for talking with me. And… being honest.” “Of course. I love you,” I say, feeling my heart warm when Parker says it back so effortlessly. Then, after patting his shoulder, I head out of his room and shut the door behind me. Well… on to the next one, I suppose. Taking deep breaths, I head down the hallway to David’s room and knock. At first, there’s no answer, so I open the door and poke my head in only to find my brother hidden under the covers. “David?” I call out quietly, wondering if he fell asleep. I decide to head in and sit on the edge of the bed, sighing. “I know you’re awake,” I murmur. I can feel it. I hear David let out a mumbled noise, but I’m not sure what he said — if he even said anything. “Talk to me,” I say. After a moment, he rolls over and faces me — and it’s obvious that he’s been crying. My heart breaks a little bit, far more than it did when Eve and I decided to split. “What’s wrong?” “I should have never come back,” he says in a small voice. “Don’t say that.” “If I hadn’t come back, you guys would still be together.” I place a hand on his upper arm to rest. “You don’t know that.” “Yes I do,” he says. “This is my fault.” First Parker, now David. Don’t they see that this isn’t their fight? “Hey. Look at me,” I tell him, and when he finally makes eye contact with me, I continue speaking. “You belong with family. You belong with me. Eve and I… There are things about myself that I haven’t been able to fix for her for a very long time. And I don’t know if we would have made it in the long run. Your presence just… helped me see that sooner.” He looks unconvinced, so I keep trying to reassure him. “*I* chose to be with you, David. That’s on *me*, remember? I told you to stop, and you stopped, but I… I wanted you. I *still* want you.” “But your marriage–” “Fuck the marriage. You’ve always been my one and only.” David’s eyes well up with fresh tears, though he doesn’t necessarily seem sad — just touched. “I’m sorry,” he says again. “Enough with the apologizing, you big baby,” I say with a smile. I take a few minutes to reassure him over and over until he truly realizes that this wasn’t his fault. It is what it is. And he seems to brighten up slightly when I mention that the house is ours, now — and that Parker now knows about us. Maybe that was the real assurance that he needed: to know that I’ve spoken about my love for him out loud to someone outside of this relationship. I’m invested in this. We both are. I invite him to join me in the master bedroom, but he declines and says it doesn’t feel right just yet. But in return, he asks if I can sleep with him here, in his room. I just nod and smile. I undress myself, slip under the covers, set my glasses down on the nightstand, and pull David into my arms. He cozies up to me quickly, and when I kiss him, all feels well. The divorce is actually quite smooth. Since Eve and I remain friendly during the months it takes to make this official, everything feels amicable. What makes things especially easy is that she’s with someone who seems to care about her deeply, far more than I had towards the end of our marriage. Eve’s new man is a bit off-looking, but he’s a sweet, tender, and attentive guy nonetheless — so I’m happy for her. And she seems earnestly happy with how things turned out when they moved in together. I know she had her doubts (as did I), but she’s glowing. They’re starting their lives, while I’m starting mine with David. On one hand, it’s great. After some convincing, I managed to get David to share the master bedroom with me, and we sleep together with the privacy and circumstances of a real couple. It’s not like we’re getting “deeper” necessarily, since our love and knowledge of each other goes deeper than any other couple’s. We’re merely enjoying the calmness of existing with each other, just *being* with each other. That’s more than I could have hoped for. But it’s been… strange having Parker around. For example, the morning after Eve moved out, Parker walked in on me and David kissing in the kitchen. It was shortly after I had reminded David that I had confessed to Parker the truth about us, just so he didn’t have to scramble for some excuse lest his nephew say something. We had woken up early and decided to make breakfast, so it’s quite possible that the smell of pancakes lured my son downstairs. When we broke the kiss, we turned to find Parker standing in the middle of the kitchen, shirtless, arms crossed and smirking. “Morning,” he said in a teasing voice. I cleared my throat. “Morning.” Parker gestured between me and David. “So, is this gonna be a normal thing now?” “Uh…” I laughed slightly. “Does it bother you?” “No,” he said. “But it’s a little unfair.” “Unfair? How?” “Well, what about me?” he said cheekily. I swear there was an extra… something in his voice, but I chose to ignore it. “Isn’t that what Cliff is for?” At that moment, it seemed something clicked in his head. “Wait, so… If Mom’s moving out, does that mean Cliff can stay over more often? Like regularly?” David chuckled in my ear, clearly finding this situation somewhat amusing. I just smiled. “Sure. But don’t tell him–” “I know,” Parker said, grinning. “I’m not dumb. Lips are sealed.” I nodded. “Good.” David roped me in for a few more kisses, but I still felt Parker’s eyes on us, so I turned again. “Do you need something?” I asked. “Breakfast?” he said. I just stared at him and he held his hands up. “Alright. I get it. I’ll leave. Maybe I’ll call Mom.” “Do that,” I said, eager to get back to David’s lips. “But I’ll be back for those pancakes,” Parker said, and with a winning smile, he left the room. It felt strange because, even when Parker saw us in the kitchen, the relative unease was far less intense. There was of course that part of me that still felt like I had to hide my relationship with David since I’ve spent so much time trying to do so, but the other part of me was just beginning to get used to the freedom of it. I could finally touch him and kiss him whenever and wherever. Now that Parker was privy to that secret, there was no need to hold back. Seems Parker had a similar thought, though, because there’s been no holding back with his boyfriend either. While he’ll often walk in on me and David getting frisky (but never further than that), I’ve been catching him and his coach more often. Their affections and “activities” don’t seem to be limited to his bedroom anymore. It’s the living room, the kitchen, unlocked bathrooms, the bedrooms with the doors wide open (including the master bedroom)… The whole house is open season. Cliff is always flustered when he gets caught, but Parker? He grins like it was his intention. But it never goes beyond this playful game. Parker and I remain closer than ever, really. He still comes with me for relationship advice, or even just to catch me up on the natural progression of his feelings. We talk about the future, and I give him plenty of room to be idealistic but am sure to remind him that reality will give him one hell of a rude awakening if he abandons it altogether. But he’s a smart boy. He doesn’t let himself get carried away, so I have no reason to worry about him. So overall, things feel… fine. And then, Eve hits me with a bomb: “I’m pregnant.” For a moment, I’m too stunned to respond to her, merely holding my cell phone up to my ear and staring at nothing in particular. What did she say? She’s pregnant? Is this a joke? She’s been shacked up with Aaron for only a month and she gets knocked up already? Is that even what she wants? She seems to (correctly) take my silence as confusion, so she explains further. “I just took the test,” she says. “I’m pregnant.” I don’t know whether to laugh or… I don’t know. What other options are there besides attempting to be supportive? “Oh. Well… uh… Wow? Really?” “Yes,” she says, “but it’s not Aaron’s.” I pause. “Huh?” “The baby isn’t Aaron’s.” I gulp, realizing what she’s implying. “What are you saying?” “I think you got me pregnant again.” My mind flashes back to the night of our official separation, where we drunkenly fucked in the kitchen. “Weren’t you on the pill?” I whisper. “I stopped, remember? Ever since that fight?” Jesus. I only vaguely recall the argument. It was some comment I made about how she hasn’t been keeping up with her birth control well, often missing days, and her responding with “Well, no point in getting a refill since we don’t have sex anyway.” “I can’t believe this,” I murmur. I got my ex-wife pregnant? “We were drunk. We weren’t thinking,” she says. I nod, but I’m not sure why. “So… now what?” “Well… assuming I want to keep it, I have to tell Aaron,” she says. “Assuming?” “I haven’t decided yet,” she says. Fair. She only just found out. But if the assumption is there, she must be leaning towards keeping it. “Are you just gonna tell him it’s his?” “No way. Not that it’s any of your business but he’s infertile,” she says. I wince. So it’s really not possible that it’s his, huh? “So how do you think he’ll handle it?” Eve sighs. “Honestly? He’d probably be thrilled. He’s always wanted to be a dad.” I feel a little more relieved after she says that. “Is that something you’d want with him?” I ask. “I… don’t really know yet,” she says, sighing. “It’s so soon. But if it’s your kid…?” “I’m here to help too,” I remind her. “Are you sure?” “Of course. Plus Parker would be thrilled,” I say with a slight laugh. “Pray it’s a boy.” “Do me a favor,” Eve asks, “and don’t tell him yet, okay? Don’t tell anyone. I want to figure this all out first, but I wanted to at least tell you.” “Okay,” I say, nodding and taking a deep breath. “I’ll support you in whatever direction you want to go.” She sighs, sounding relieved. “Thank you.” It’s a few months later when I’m in my office answering a smattering of emails from old clients and Parker enters the room. I murmur a hello, but he doesn’t say anything. He merely pulls up a chair and sits in front of my desk as if I had called him to the principal’s office or something. I glance at him, and when I notice his smirk, I decide to pull away from the computer for a moment. “What?” I ask. “Why didn’t you tell me Mom was pregnant?” I blink. I didn’t even know he had talked to his mother. It’s been a few months since she broke the news to me, and I know that Eve and Aaron ended up agreeing to raise the child rather than put it up for adoption. It was a decision that relieved Eve since it’s been getting harder to hide the baby bump from everyone, including Parker. Still, she could have warned me that she had had a talk with him. “She wanted to tell you herself,” I explain. He seems to accept that answer. “She said *you* got her pregnant,” Parker says, still grinning. “Is that true?” I swallow thickly. “Yeah, I think so.” He bites his lip a bit before saying what he really came here to say: “It’s a boy.” Now *that’s* news to me. I didn’t know Eve found out about the sex of the baby yet. “Oh yeah?” I ask. “Mhm,” he says. “Guess you made me a little brother just like I asked.” I can’t help but laugh a bit. “Yeah, well… You’re welcome,” I say, shaking my head. At least he’s happy about it. “Excited?” “For sure,” he says, just continuing wearing that smirk of his. “You should give me some pointers,” he adds, “since you have a lot of years of big brother experience.” Why does it feel hot in here all of a sudden? “I think my idea of being a big brother is… a little different than yours,” I say, adjusting my glasses. I meant it solely as a playful recall to the fact that his uncle and I are and have been sleeping together ever since we were kids, but that seems to be exactly what was on Parker’s mind. “I don’t think so,” he says. “I think I’m a lot like you.” “You do?” “I’ve always wanted a little brother,” he says. “But ever since you told me about you and Uncle Dave… I’ve wanted a little brother even more.” I gulp. “Parker…” Jesus, I feel like I’m sweating. “That’s… um… I get it, I do. But–” “Teach me.” We hold each other’s gaze for a few moments, and I spend those moments trying to understand what that little smirk means. Is this part of his playful game, or are we being serious? “What… Parker, what’s going on?” My son just stares me down for what feels like an endless minute before he sighs. “Nothing,” he says, sitting up before hoisting himself out of the chair. “Congrats.” Then, leaving me bewildered, he exits the room without so much as a second glance. I only give myself a couple moments to mull over that conversation, feeling confused and unsure how to move forward with my son. Is he still punishing me for snooping? Is that what all of this is about? I thought we had put it behind us, but the occasional jokes, catching him and his boyfriend, this strange episode in my office… Something’s going on. Do I even want to find out what? I don’t see Parker for the remainder of the day, mostly because I’m cooped up in my office — and then once all the necessary emails have been answered and calls have been made, I let David fuck the hell out of me. It’s mostly a way to relieve some tension by totally giving up control and letting my brother have his way with my body for twenty minutes or so. Once he loads me up, he then goes to shower while I get dressed back into jeans and a t-shirt and head downstairs to get started on dinner, preferring to enjoy the post-sex soreness for a little while longer. Tonight’s my specialty rice dish, a favorite amongst the boys. I get the water boiling for the rice and the veggies chopped, and just as I cut the steak and set the pieces in the skillet, Parker waltzes into the kitchen. “Whatcha makin’?” he asks, smelling the air. “Your favorite,” I say, looking over at him. “You’re welcome.” He laughs a bit, stepping up to the stove beside me. “Thanks,” he says, before looking over at me. “Where’s Uncle Dave?” “In the shower,” I tell him. Parker nods, watching me season the steak and shift it around the skillet. I notice he’s standing… quite close to me — and after a while I realize it’s because he wants to speak in somewhat hushed tones. “I gotta ask…” he murmurs. I just look at him with a raised eyebrow, urging him to spit it out. “Is it really not working?” I wait a moment for him to elaborate, but he doesn’t. “Is what not working?” I ask. Parker rolls his eyes. “Jesus Christ, Dad,” he says, rubbing his forehead and laughing. “What?” “Do I really have to be so blunt?” “About what?” He looks almost like he’s pouting for a moment. “I’ve been trying to get you to sleep with me forever and you just never take the bait.” I blink, feeling something odd shift in my stomach. “Huh?” “Don’t make me repeat it.” Parker… wants me? Does that explain the playful games? It wasn’t just to tease or punish me for snooping, but to actually… get my attention? “You wanna have sex with me?” I ask, sounding ridiculous. Only after I say those words out loud do I realize how dumb of a question it is. Duh, Emi. That’s what your son just said to you. “Yeah. Have for a while now,” Parker says, looking strangely confident for someone who admitted wanting sex with their father *to* their father. “And I think *you* wanna have sex with *me*,” he adds. “I… What gives you that idea?” I ask, my thought process feeling like it’s short circuiting. “I’m not dumb,” he says. “I pick up on things.” “I… uhh…” Pick up on things? What does that mean? What is he referring to? How do I even start to tackle that beylikdüzü travesti heavy subject, and do I even want to? He probably has a whole host of evidence against me… so I just switch the subject a bit to give myself a moment to ponder… whatever the hell is happening right now. “What about Cliff?” I ask, turning back to the skillet. Parker just shrugs. “He knows.” When I look at him wide-eyed, Parker just laughs. “What? I told him.” “Told him what?” “That I… you know… have some fantasies.” I swallow thickly, my mouth feeling dry. “So you didn’t–?” “I didn’t lie and say we did stuff,” Parker assures me, catching on to what I’m impying. “And I didn’t tell him you snooped on us.” I hate myself for feeling so relieved, but hey — and I think Parker can tell because he’s just smiling calmly. “I just told him I… wish something would happen.” “Park–” “And he gave me his blessing, if that’s what you’re worried about.” I stare at him before laughing slightly, mostly in disbelief. Is he making an offer or something, right here, right now? He must have told Cliff he’s been actively trying to “seduce” me if Cliff were to give the boy his blessing… “Where is this coming from?” I ask before I shake my head, not really wanting the answer to that question. “I don’t know about all this, Parker,” I say, still frankly surprised. But I suppose if he’s made so many attempts, he’s probably frustrated with me for not noticing sooner — particularly if he has a hunch (and quite a big one at that) that I’ve been into him. “Why not?” “Because you’re my son, and–” “So?” he counters. “You have sex with your brother.” I gulp. “David’s different.” “Not that different,” he says. “We kinda look alike, don’t we?” I wince, mostly because he’s right. The older Parker gets, the more he looks like his uncle during my brother’s younger years. “You’re only fourteen.” “Uncle Dave was way younger when you guys started having sex,” he reminds me. Jesus, he’s really trying to make a case for himself. “We were both kids,” I say. “That’s different.” “You let me be with Cliff,” he says. “He’s an adult.” “A young one,” I murmur. “You’re not that old,” he says with a chuckle. “And you’re just making excuses.” “Am I?” “Yeah. You could have just said you don’t like me like that,” he says before grinning a bit. “But to be honest, I don’t think that’s true.” At first, I feel like I’m being pinned into a corner. But then, out of nowhere, Parker bursts out laughing. I can tell what kind of laughter this is, though. It’s not because he was playing some sort of prank on me and gave up. This is that nervous, “What the hell are we doing?” laughter that I inevitably join in. When we both calm down, Parker looks at me with a gentler expression. “You don’t have to say yes, you know,” he says. “I know you have Uncle David. And maybe you don’t want me like that, and that’s cool. I just wanted to tell you because… well, trying to drop hints was getting stupid. And you’re honest. And if you shut me down, I’ll respect it and stop trying.” Now I’m once again stunned. Whenever we have a little heart to heart, Parker has consistently shown me that he has matured far beyond his years. He’s rational, and understanding, and it makes me proud to have raised this kid. And in taking his words earnestly, I know a few things: one, I’ve had David’s blessing, so I know he wouldn’t mind; and two, neither would I. Apparently I’m stunned for a little too long, because Parker nods towards the stove. “Dad. The steak.” I glance down at the skillet and swear. Shit. Don’t want to burn our fucking dinner. As I shift my focus to the stove, David finally meanders into the kitchen, freshly showered, a happy smile on his face. “Something smells good,” he says before sniffing the air again and furrowing his brow. “Or burning.” “Shut up and help set the table,” I murmur, shooing both of them away. Parker and David take a few minutes to gather plates, silverware, and drinks for the three of us before I bring over the food itself. Everyone gets a chance to load up their plates before we all dine in and chat quietly. As expected, Parker and I keep glancing at each other, surely wondering what the other is thinking. I let David do most of the talking and encourage topics that engage him with my son because I need time to think. Isn’t this what I’ve wanted? Even if I didn’t want to admit it to David when he first cornered me at the cabin and point-blank asked me if I wanted Parker, and even when we spent time speculating who Parker’s sexual conquest was, and even when I snooped and caught myself too often studying the photo of Parker’s cock I have saved on my phone, I didn’t want to admit it to myself. My brother is one thing, but my fourteen-year-old son? Is that too far, too risky? I could cause some serious damage if this goes awry… But a part of me knows it wouldn’t backfire. Parker’s a good boy, a rational boy, and I don’t think that anything that happens between us would traumatize him. But does that necessarily mean I should make that sort of jump…? Is it a good idea? I shift a few times in my seat, my pants getting uncomfortably tight — clearly, my cock likes that idea, but what about my head? What about my heart? Once dinner is finished, Parker heads upstairs to get some last-minute homework done, thus leaving me alone with David. My brother seems to be in a relatively chipper mood, humming a nameless tune to himself as he scoops up our dishes and brings them to the sink to wash. I stay at the table, chewing on my bottom lip in thought before finally speaking up. “I wanna talk to you about Parker,” I state. Who better to talk this out with than my brother? David doesn’t turn his head yet. All he says is “Shoot.” I clear my throat as if to express the gravity of the situation before deciding to just spit it out. “Parker said he wants to have sex with me.” My brother whips his head around so fast I’m convinced he’ll give himself whiplash. “Sorry, what?” “Parker… said he wants to have sex with me.” “He *said* this to you?” David asks skeptically. “Like, to your face?” “Yeah,” I say, still in disbelief myself. “When?” “Before you came down from your shower.” “Holy shit,” he says, both surprised and amused. He leans against the sink and scratches the top of his head. “I, uh… I don’t know what to say.” “I don’t either,” I say, finding it hard not to laugh. “I mean… I can’t believe he *said* it to you.” I shrug. “Apparently he’s been dropping hints all this time and I never picked up on it,” I say, though I realize that’s not necessarily true. I knew he was doing something, but I just interpreted his actions incorrectly. “Yeeeah…” David says slowly. I perk up, eyeing him curiously. Something about the way he said “yeah” was… odd. “What?” I ask. He bites his lip a bit, going into shy-and-defensive-little-brother mode. “Don’t hate me…” My chest feels strange all of a sudden, and I get tense. “What?” I repeat, but more harshly this time. “Parker… may have told me he was attracted to you.” I blink and sit in stunned silence for a moment, trying to digest what my brother just told me. He *knew*? And he didn’t tell me? “He made me promise not to tell,” he says, as if reading my mind, “and he kinda just wanted to talk it out with someone.” “With *you*?” I ask skeptically. “What?” he asks, almost affronted. “We’re close.” He’s right. They are close. They’re like buddies, practically — or maybe “brothers” is a more accurate term. Whereas I’ve adopted a paternal role with both of them, David’s youthful vibe matches closely with Parker’s. “And Cliff apparently wasn’t saying much more than ‘That’s hot’,” he adds. That, I believe. Cliff’s a sweet guy, and very genuine, but he can be a little… dense. Sometimes the “dumb jock” shtick comes out a little too hard. “So what did you talk about then?” I ask. David tells me about how Parker came to him, first asking about David and my attraction to each other when we were kids. David supposes he asked that in order to relate to the boy’s own growing feelings, but the situations are so different that Parker just sighed and asked straight-up if it was fucked up of him to have fantasies about his own father. Because my brother’s natural disposition is to be a sweet-hearted “bro”, he was able to put Parker completely at ease and get the full story: that Parker was coming to terms with the fact that he is sexually attracted to me, that he didn’t know what to do with those newfound and growing feelings, and that even though his attraction was purely sexual rather than romantic, it was so strong that it has been, at times, aggravating to deal with. David was smart in taking the understanding, validating approach — even going so far as to confide in Parker that he still found me attractive. That made Parker completely comfortable and established an open dialogue between them. They even talked about the snooping, and the teasing that ensued because of it. But there was no talk of making anything actually happen — that is, until the divorce. “Once Eve was out of the picture, and once you told him about, you know, us, he didn’t feel bad anymore,” David says. “I think it emboldened him a bit.” “Jesus Christ,” I whisper. All this time, and I never really knew. “So you knew what he’s been doing this whole time?” David shrugs. “Just that he’s been dropping more serious hints to gauge your interest,” he says. “He kept asking me if you had told me anything, and I told him no, but…” Here, David comes back to the table, leaning against the edge of it while standing in front of me. “I know you want to.” I squint. “How would you know?” “Because I know you, big brother,” he says, smiling and putting his hands on my shoulders. “I know you.” I sigh. I guess if there was no keeping it from Parker, there sure as hell was no keeping it from David. I should have expected that, too. When you have a bond like ours, it’s difficult to hide things. “I don’t know what to do,” I murmur. “You don’t have to do anything,” he says — and I notice the sureness in his voice. This is one of those rare occasions where David is playing the big brother role, guiding me out of a difficult situation. “But if you want to, I think you should.” I bite my lip a bit, seeing nothing but genuine encouragement in his eyes. “What about you?” I ask. He snorts. “Long as I get to hear all about it, I don’t really care.” He smiles gently before speaking in a softer tone. “My only thing is… Well… I don’t know. It’s dumb.” “What?” I ask, taking his hand in mine. He strokes my hand with his thumb, staring at the way our fingers connect. “I don’t want to lose this,” he says. “I always want to be your number one.” I smile slightly before tugging on his shirt. “David,” I say, sighing, “you’re my *only* one.” He blushes, trying his best not to smile so widely. “I know,” he says, though I can tell he feels relieved. As long as he knows my heart belongs to him, I’m happy. “So?” “So… what?” “You gonna?” He smirks a bit at me. I swallow thickly, scratching my jaw. “Uh…” “Just admit you want to. Reservations aside.” I look up at him before nodding. “Yeah, I want to.” “Then go,” he says, leaning in and kissing my lips once and hitting me with another grin before he strokes my hair and then goes back to handling the dishes. If he wants me to go… then I’ll go. I hoist myself up out of my chair before embracing David from behind, kissing the back of his neck, and whispering “I love you” to him. Then, I head out of the kitchen and up the stairs until I find myself standing in front of Parker’s bedroom door. I take a few deep breaths, aware that I’m more nervous than I need to be. I’m the wild card here. Parker has made it known what he wants, and David has corroborated (and approved of) that. All I have to do is step inside… But at the same time, there’s a part of me that’s hoping I’ll take the easy way out, that seeing Parker in the flesh and being faced with the possibility will make me come to my “paternal senses” and deny the boy. I mean, who are we kidding? Us? Having sex? That’s crazy. But then again… Lust can be a dangerous thing, making the most rational man lose his senses. And I’m afraid that’s exactly what’s going to happen here. I knock on the door and hear a faint “Come in,” and when I enter, I see that Parker’s on his bed in shorts and a tank top with his homework scattered on top of the blankets. He looks surprised to see me. Maybe he was expecting his uncle or something? No matter… I step into Parker’s bedroom, eyeing him as I shut the door behind me. Once it clicks shut, Parker’s expression of surprise turns into one more closely resembling joy and excitement. He smiles, sitting up straighter — and then, slowly, his soft smile turns into that of a more lusty kind of grin. He knows why I’m here. He must be able to read it. “Last chance to back out,” I say simply. Parker just shakes his head. “Alright then,” I say, stepping a little closer before gesturing to the bed. “You gonna make room for me?” He looks down at all his books and notebooks before he suddenly gets a burst of energy. In a flash, he has shoved all his homework onto the floor, leaving the bed completely open for incestuous activity. It’s almost amusing. I sit down on the bed, and Parker, whose legs are crossed, strokes his hair a couple times. “My heart is racing,” he admits. “You nervous?” I ask. “A little,” he says. “Don’t be,” I say — and I surprise even myself saying that. Somewhere between the conversation with David and me sitting on this bed, I myself lost my nervousness. Where did it go? Maybe it was simply the fact that this opportunity has so suddenly fallen into my lap — and I didn’t have to do much besides say yes. “I wasn’t 100% sure you’d… want to,” Parker says. I smile a bit. “You must’ve been sure enough to have admitted it,” I comment. He laughs a little, nodding and looking at his lap. “Yeah, like… 90%, maybe.” “Not bad,” I say with a little grin. He shrugs. “Could be better.” Then, he uncrosses his legs and crawls closer to me. I in turn shift more onto the bed so that we’re both within kissing distance of each other. Jesus Christ. Kissing. I could be kissing my son any second now… What’ll he be like, I wonder? Soft? Lust-filled? Sloppy? Tentative? Does he even want to kiss, or just get to the sexy stuff like most kids? Luckily, my boy really is my son, because he goes for the kiss. We both lean in but hesitate, each gently inching forward but then pulling back slightly at the last second. Finally, our lips graze each other’s — and I’m the one to pull back in surprise, gasping ever so slightly. Parker, however, quickly bridges the gap and reestablishes lip-to-lip contact. Before I know it, my son’s lips are firmly pressed into mine. His lips are surprisingly soft and smooth. I’ve been so used to kissing David that I forgot what it feels like to kiss someone without facial hair. It almost feels like I’m melting into his kisses, the way he’s drawing me in. As we start to kiss, I realize I’m following his lead and his kissing style: varied pressure, wet smacks, and slow movements. In the back of my head, the bewildered me can’t believe this is happening. However, the bigger part of me is somehow… oddly comfortable and resolved to the point where it’s almost unsettling how quickly I’m falling into this. But then again, this is what I’ve been hoping for, right? However subconsciously, I’ve been attracted to my son, and this is my opportunity to act on it — and to not feel guilty about it. If he wants me, he can have me. Just as I’m thinking about this, all of a sudden, the heat is turned up tenfold. I’m not sure if he’s the one who initiates the switch or me, but regardless, the kisses are no longer soft and exploratory. Now they’re hungry and sloppy, our arms reaching out to grab each other. I get his tank top in his fist while he clutches on my t-shirt hard enough for me to hear a tear. Tongues slash about and we both moan into each other’s mouths like we’re trying to devour each other. Then, a word I forgot to list as an option comes to mind: passionate. That’s exactly what kind of a lover Parker is. That’s the kind of ride I’m in for. Lucky for him, I can easily match that. Once I’ve got a grip on the hem of his tank top, I start pulling upwards. He breaks the kiss only to allow me to tug the shirt off of his body, and before it even hits the floor, our lips are back on each other’s. Parker starts pulling me onto the bed more, and I shift so that I’m kneeling in front of him. Now, he goes for my shirt. It’s a fairly tight shirt, though, so when he gets to my chest, I take over and quickly pull my shirt off over my head. In the meantime, Parker’s hands go right for my belt — and it’s undone before I can even think to get my lips back on Parker’s. With my belt open and his hands expertly undoing the button and fly of my jeans, Parker is quick to take control and push me onto my back. I fall to the bed with a grunt, my glasses shifting out of place while Parker’s hands tuck into the waist of my jeans and start tugging both my pants and underwear down in one go. Before I know it, my pants are halfway down my thighs and my fully-hard cock completely on display. Here, as Parker’s fingers wrap around my shaft, my son utters the first words since we locked lips. “Fuck, Dad. I knew you had a nice one.” Before I can even respond, his grip tightens and he leans down to wrap his lips around me. “Fuck,” I whisper as he takes me in deep right off the bat, immediately gobbling me up. My knees are trapped in my jeans, so all I can do is just watch him work me expertly — like he did to Cliff in that video he left for me. There are similarities here, too, from the slobber dripping from his lips and down my shaft to the fluidity of his movements. He even still struggles to take cock into his throat but more than makes up for it with his enthusiasm and skill with what he *can* manage. He moans as he slides up and down with gusto, stroking the bottom half of my shaft as he works me in strides. If it weren’t for my jeans, I’d be writhing right now. It’s his speed. It’s honestly incredible — and if I were to suck cock *this* passionately, I would have exhausted myself by now. That’s the beauty of youth, I suppose. Lucky for me, I get to benefit from it. It’s incredibly intense. The whole time, I feel like I’m on the edge of cumming, or like he’s sucking the soul out of me through my manhood. I don’t know if his intention to finish me as quickly as possible, but if he doesn’t let up, that’s exactly what he’s going to get. That’s why I stop him. I need a moment to relax, so I reach down, grab his chin, and pull him up. He gets the hint quickly and lets my cock fall from his lips before climbing over my body and letting me kiss him deeply. He rests his body on mine as we pick up right where we left off with our fiery make-out. This position is nice because it gives me a chance to appreciate my son’s weight and run my hands up and down his backside. My fingers trace his muscled back, his shoulder blades, his spine… all the way down to his ass. When I grab it, both of us moan simultaneously. Parker istanbul travesti grinds into me in response, and I keep a steady grip on my boy’s firm but plump ass. Instantly, I’m taken back in time to David at fourteen. He feels so similar to how Parker does. Height, weight, musculature, fullness of his peach… everything. And that only makes me harder, my cock aching under his body, right against his bulge. I can feel that he’s solid, too, and I myself am eager to get my own taste of him. I hook my fingers into his shorts (not feeling any underwear), and once he feels me start to tug, he lifts his hips up enough for me to slip his shorts down without once breaking the kiss. I have to reach between us to hold his cock out of the way so that it doesn’t get caught and am rewarded with a lusty moan that feels like it goes straight down my throat. Once I’ve got his shorts down a little bit, I roll us over so that he’s now underneath me. Dad’s in control, now. I focus on stripping him of his shorts first before I give myself the chance to ogle his cock. Once I pick it up in my hand, I sigh, feeling my lips quiver. This is a cock I feel like I know well already, after having studied it so much in photos. Here it is, now, in the flesh — and it’s a clich�, but pictures sure as hell do not do it justice. I lean down slowly and take him into my mouth at a much slower pace than he went. But he’s about to experience the type of blowjob I can offer: deep, slow, but equally passionate. My tongue swirls around his sensitive head every time I ease back up, and when I go down and take him into my throat, he grunts and pushes his hips up. “Holy shit, Dad,” he moans, his fingers suddenly getting locked in my hair. I just grunt in acknowledgement but not letting up on my stride. I slurp up any spit before it drips down his balls, swallowing and humming and appreciating his taste. He throbs in my mouth a bit, and in response I make sure to press my tongue firmly into the underside of his cock whenever my stride brings me back up. I even wrap my lips tight around just the head and suck hard, which *really* gets my boy squirming. Then, he lets out a particularly whiney moan before pushing on my head. “Stop, stop, stop,” he breathes out. “Gonna cum.” So he doesn’t want to cum so soon? Good. I gently pull off and swallow spit and precum before looking up at him with a little grin while he catches his breath. “You good?” I ask. He just chuckles and nods. “Very.” I lean back down and give his shaft a little kiss before I start moving up his body. Now, things have shifted again. I take things slower as I kick off my jeans and rest on top of him, as naked as he is. When our lips connect, we take it slower but maintain the same kind of depth we’ve upheld since we started. Now it’s Parker’s turn to grab at my ass, grinning against my lips and tongue as he holds onto each cheek with one hand and squeezes. He even goes as far as to give me a decent smack, a hint of cockiness in his motions now. That confidence is dangerous, Parker… Dangerously sexy. Then, his fingers slip between my cheeks to graze against my hole — and here’s where he pauses. “Why are you all wet?” he asks after breaking the kiss. Then he grins. “Did you lube up before coming to see me?” “No,” I grunt as he starts to feel around. “Your uncle fucked me before dinner.” His eyebrows raise before he lets out a little laughs. “Fuuuck. That’s so hot.” He bites his lip in concentration as he pushes a finger easily into me. “Is Uncle Dave’s cum in there?” “Sure is,” I mutter. “Holy shit,” he murmurs, rocking his finger back and forth. I can feel his cock twitching, so I make a suggestion. “Want to add yours?” He looks at me curiously before grinning in understanding. I don’t need an answer. That smirk tells me everything I need to know. So, without waiting much longer, I sit up, grab a hold of Parker’s cock, and then spit down on it and make it slick with my saliva before shifting forward. Parker’s still got that half-grin on his lips as I position myself over his boyhood. Once I line it up right, I slowly sink down on it. Parker may be hung for his age, but David’s thicker than my son is, so I have no issue accommodating the boy after having just gotten manhandled by my brother. But still, Parker reaches further into me than David can, and I moan out in surprise as I plant my ass deep into my son’s lap. “Oh my God,” he whispers. “This is happening.” “Don’t act all surprised now,” I grunt, putting one hand on his chest to keep him down as I start to grind. He hums to himself as he bites his lip and closes his eyes. Soon, I feel his hands slide up my thighs and rest on my hips as I start to raise and lower myself steadily. I try to keep my eyes open, but even that’s difficult. If I’m bottoming, I love riding dick. It’s my favorite position because it physically feels the best and still allows me to maintain control. It’s not often that I necessarily feel “submissive” — and David scratched that itch hours ago. Now Parker’s going to have to deal with my normal, more dominant, in-control self. But there’s a power play between us. His dominance is a bit softer, more playful in nature, exemplified by striking grins and confidence just teetering on the edge of cockiness. My dominance, however, is a little more classic: physically putting you in your place, giving you stern looks, and (in this case) exercising my right as father. With David, it’s that I’m the older brother — but with both boys, I’ve taken care of them, fed them, housed them, loved them, raised them… They owe me. For now, Parker just sits back and mostly relaxes, letting me do my thing. Often he’ll grab my hips tighter and pull me down deeper or meet my stride with a thrust of his own to get extra deep. But when he does, I’ll grab his wrists and pin them to the bed, unsure whether to find that grin of his threatening or absolutely sexy. It’s strange. I can’t tell if I’m fighting him, or trying to prove something to him, or just going along for the ride. It’s like it’s everything at once. To keep from being distracted, I try my best to focus on Parker’s body instead: a young model-to-be, muscles toned by wrestling (and private lessons, I’m sure), all flexing as I milk his teen cock with my hole. Jesus, what a little stud I’ve brought up. “Dad?” I look up at Parker’s face to see that he’s staring right at me while I work him. “What?” “You’re hot.” I roll my eyes, which just makes him laugh. “Shut up,” I mutter, pushing his face away playfully. He slaps my hand away as he attempts to stop laughing. “I’m gonna cum, by the way.” The way he says it so casually is almost comical. “Yeah?” I ask. When he nods, I ask if he wants to cum inside of me — to which he responds, “Hell yeah.” That notion, even though I fully anticipated this result, sends a shiver up my spine. I’ve already got a thick load in me, so the thought of adding another (from my son, no less) thrills me. C’mon, kid. Give me what you got. I hold onto his sides as I focus completely on my stride and buck a little harder, hard enough for my hard cock to slap his abs every time I push down. He grunts, holding onto my arms for support and moaning out a little louder. He murmurs something indecipherable under his breath before he clenches his eyes shut. He’s close. I can feel his body both heating up and tensing a little more, and he grunts a little deeper the longer I ride him. Then, his mouth falls open, his back arches, and I plant myself as deep as I can. When he groans “Oh my God,” it comes out strained and stuttered, and he clutches onto my forearms so tightly I fear they might get bruised. No matter. I just grind real deep on my son’s cock, my eyes rolling back a little when I feel the way his dick pulses. I count each throb all the way up to nine before Parker finally sighs out heavily and lets all his muscles and limbs go limp. When I’m sure he’s finished, I slowly lift myself off of him and then collapse onto the bed beside him, resting on my back. Parker just stares up at the ceiling, a soft smile on his face, chest heaving as he catches his breath. I don’t really know what to say right now, considering I just fucked myself on my fourteen-year-old son’s cock, so… I’m a bit at a loss for words right now. “Can I ask something?” Parker says after a while, breaking the silence. “Sure,” I say softly. “When you and Uncle Dave have sex… are you always the bottom?” That’s what he wants to ask? “Me?” I say, scratching my chin. “No. More often than not, I’m the top.” Parker nods a little. “That’s what I figured,” he says, grinning a bit as he tilts his head to finally look at me. “Do you want to fuck me, then?” I go rigid for a moment before I realize my cock is still painfully hard. “Do you… want me to?” I ask. He nods, smiling both so innocently and so devilishly at the same time. “I wanna see what a good big brother fucks like.” I grunt. If my cock wasn’t already at full attention, it is now. This little bastard… Too confident for his own good. Time for me to wipe that smirk off his face. When I lean in, he seems to think I’m going for the kiss and puckers his lips — and he makes a noise of surprise followed by laughter when I quickly reach under him and then flip him onto his stomach. I crawl over him and keep him pinned for a moment, not to wrestle him but merely to indicate that I want him still. Once he submits, I slide down his body nudging his legs open with my knees. Like a good boy, he lifts his ass up in anticipation for me, and I grin slightly as my hands find their way to his cheeks. With one cheek cupped by each palm, I give his ass a squeeze before letting a single thumb slip between the crevice and touch his most intimate spot. As soon as the pad of my finger hits his sensitive flesh, he moans softly, grabbing at his own hair. I even feel his hole twitch against me, like its kissing my finger, or beckoning me forward. Licking my lips, I lean down, spread his cheeks wide. Parker’s pink pucker is soon staring straight up at me, just the slightest hint of hair around the ring, and I grunt at the sight. Time to taste… I don’t hold back when I rim my son. I hook my arms underneath his thighs, press my face in deep, and let my tongue work relentlessly. Parker in turn gives me a nice, loud bit of moaning when he realizes I can match the ferocity of his cocksucking with a rimjob. He even tries to crawl away from me, but I hold him in place, my tongue swiping and lapping and dripping with spit until his hole finally surrenders to me and lets me penetrate it. He’s incredibly hot inside — and sweeter, too. Such a different flavor compared to David, who’s the only other boy I’ve ever tasted. The combination of his flavor and temperature is driving me nuts. I need him. I need to be inside him. I can’t wait any longer. After giving him one more sloppy kiss, I pull away and catch my breath. “Where’s your lube?” Seems Parker’s a little disoriented, having only just relaxed now that I have paused my oral assault. “Huh?” he asks, turning his head. “Lube? I know you have some around here.” “Oh,” he says, laughing softly. “It’s in my nightstand.” Grinning, I pull away and watch Parker collapse on the bed. The only movement I notice is his hips lightly grinding into his blanket. I just chuckle and turn away, quickly fishing around for my boy’s stash of lube. Once I find it, I pop the cap and return to my position behind him. Parker lifts his ass up again. “Can you, uh… do more of what you were doing?” I laugh, giving his ass a playful smack. “Sorry, kid,” I say. “I really need to cum.” Having not cum earlier with David or when Parker fucked me, my cock is desperate for relief. Parker moans softly at that and just nods. “Yes sir,” he says — and the tinge of submissive obedience makes me drip precum onto his skin. Next time, buddy. I’ll eat you out for as long as you want me to. I squirt a decent amount of lube onto my cock and then start working it in with my free hand. As I coat my manhood, I apply some lube directly to Parker’s hole, which is once again fluttering for attention. Biting my lip, I run my slick finger around his outer ring before pushing it in and coating his inner walls. Parker hums, rocking himself on my finger without me having to move at all. It’s time. My cock is so hard it aches, and the only way to alleviate that ache is to cum — and the fastest way to cum now is buried inside my son. I remove my finger and then slide forward, nudging the head of my cock against his hole. Then, before I can ease in, Parker speaks up. “Don’t hold back.” I arch my brow. “Yeah?” “Mhm,” he says. “I can take it.” Atta boy. I know your ginger boyfriend has coached you in more ways than one… And with that, I push forward. I sigh softly as I watch the way Parker’s hole stretches around the head of my cock, tightening past the glans. He grunts and mewls a little, trying to arch his back even more than it already is. I shift my grip to his hips and then ease myself forward, moaning at the silkiness of his inner heat. Fuck, kid. You feel so different compared to David. David is a *man*, thick and hairy, and Parker’s still just a boy in his teenage prime. He’s slimmer but still fit, smoother than my brother, and tighter. My cock now fits so perfectly with David’s hole, but with Parker? I’d have to wear the kid out a bit. I slowly sink into him, waiting for Parker to tell me to pause or give him a second — but he doesn’t. I end up bottoming out in him, and the only word Parker utters is “Yes” when he feels that I’ve given him every inch I have to offer. Well… if he’s good to go… I pull my hips back and then plunge forward. Parker grunts, clutching at his sheets a little more tightly as I start to work my hips. Encouraged by his moans, I thrust, and thrust, and thrust, gradually picking up speed. He’s impressing me, to say the least. He must have put in more work with Coach than I thought because he’s handling me like a champ. I slide my hands up to his shoulders and he lets out a half-laugh half-moan. As I switch things into a higher gear, I notice one of his arms moving rapidly — he’s stroking himself real fast. “Aw, fuck, Dad,” he groans, his hair bouncing per thrust, his cheeks jiggling every time my hips meet his skin… Goddamn, he’s a hot little fuck. But now I want to see his face, so I quickly and abruptly pull out with a wet *schlick* sound. Parker gasps in surprise, turning his head towards me. I just grab his hips and flip my little wrestler over onto his back, spread his legs, and push right in. My intention when I started fucking him was to fuck him so well that he wouldn’t be wearing that little smirk on his face — but here he is, wearing it proudly, looking like I’m giving him exactly what he wanted in the first place. It’s what we both want, if I’m being perfectly honest. To keep him from grinning, I lean down and plant my lips firmly on Parker’s, and he quickly stops stroking himself to wrap his arms around my neck and kiss me back deeply. While I rut into him, we kiss like we’re ravished, my facial hair getting soaked with spit, our flavors mixing so thoroughly that we’ve created a new combination flavor. Father/son. Shit, it’s making my head spin a bit when I remember the fact that I’m fucking my boy right now, a kid I fathered into this world, raised, watched transform from an awkward looking child to a model-esque jock stud worthy of anyone’s sexual attraction. But despite me getting almost dizzy with lust, I don’t forget about my boy’s pleasure. Even though I can tell he’s getting everything he needs from getting fucked right now, he could be getting more. After all, he stopped stroking just to kiss me — and I have a free hand. So, I reach between us, wrap my fingers firmly around his cock, and grin when he twitches and moans deeply into my mouth. “C’mon, son,” I murmur against his lips, kissing him again. “Got another load in there for me?” “Fuck yeah, Dad,” he grunts, nodding a few times. “Make me cum.” I cock an eyebrow, pausing my hand. “Telling me what to do?” He whimpers a little, clearly too turned on to keep up that little cocky-boy schtick now. He must be close. “Sorry, Dad,” he says before bucking his hips up a bit. “Please.” I just chuckle slightly before continuing to stroke and rut into him, fully focused on him now. I keep consistent movements, prioritizing long, smooth strides to hit him just right inside while I stroke his throbbing cock. As I keep up the steady rhythm, I feel myself getting close too, and I grunt to myself. C’mon, kid. Hurry it up, or you’re gonna lose your chance. Thankfully, Parker unloads right before I get to the edge — and a few seconds after his cum starts spurting out, mine soon follows. I practically growl, holding onto his cock tightly as I give him a few hard thrusts that penetrate him deep. I think it heightens his own orgasm, because he digs his nails into me and cries out like he’s whining. Fuck, I can feel his hole twitching on me, like it’s milking the cum out of my own throbbing cock. I feel myself pulsing, and pulsing, and pulsing, until finally, the high wears off and I absolutely collapse. As I fall to the bed, I slip out of Parker and end up the same way we were before, after he had dumped a load in me: side by side, panting, staring up at the ceiling. The difference now is that I’m the one who has to catch his breath more. I vaguely eye the stucco on the ceiling, the edge slowly dissipating now that I’ve finally had some sexual relief. And that means the more rational thoughts start creeping back in. In fact, the first thought that hits my brain is “What the fuck were you thinking, Emi?” Luckily, Parker speaks up quickly. “Thanks for… this,” he says. “It was…” “Wild?” I suggest. “I was gonna say ‘fucking hot’,” he says, and we both laugh. Well… He’s happy. And he thanked me. I guess I can’t be too stressed about that, now, huh? That’s what’s most important. “Now I can cross that fantasy off my list.” “I don’t even wanna know what else is on your list,” I say — though it’s mostly a tease, because I sure as hell do. “You’ll find out in time,” he says slyly before chuckling to himself. I shift onto my side a bit, glancing at Parker, studying him, remembering all the lewd, shifty, flirtatious talk that led us to this moment. “Were you serious about that stuff?” I ask. “About having a little brother?” Parker shrugs. “It was kind of just to get a reaction out of you but… honestly? What you and Uncle Dave have? I’d love to have that.” “Really? Like, the whole romantic thing?” “Well, maybe not that,” he says. “You can’t force that.” I smile, loving how wise he sometimes seems. “Plus, I basically love Cliff.” “So then… a sexual relationship,” I say. “I mean… Having a little buddy is gonna be awesome. I’ve always wanted that. But a little buddy I can also have… fun with? That’d be heaven.” Goddamn. So David and I got Parker thinking about being a big brother in a whole different way, huh? Is that what he’s saying? “Think Cliff would be on board?” I ask. Parker snorts. “Are you kidding? We play the big brother/little brother thing all the time,” he says, and I feel a dull ache in my groin picturing that. “He’s a fuckin’ freak. He’ll be on board in an instant.” I just stare at Parker for several moments of silence before, suddenly and simultaneously, we burst out laughing, and laughing, and laughing until our stomachs hurt. – End of Chapter 6 –

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