2 comments/ 31974 views/ 23 favorites Weekend with the Family Ch. 01 By: bi_justin Contains male on male sex. All characters are over 18. ***** I've been friends with James for many years. More than friends, of course, ever since we found out we were both bisexual - bisexuals who blurred the lines between friends and lovers. We would hang out and we would fuck in equal measure: go to action movies and jerk each other off in the back row; watch football and give each other head at halftime; we'd share girls and then each other. Close friends and family didn't know what to make of us. Where we buddies or were we a couple? I guess we'd call ourselves friends with benefits, but we generally let people think what they want. I was sure James' parents must have thought we were a couple when they invited us to their country house for a weekend. I'd never met them before and knew only what James had told me: that they had grown up in the last gasp of the hippy era and never really moved on. I inferred from this that they were only too keen to prove their liberal credentials by inviting their son and his "boyfriend" to stay. I couldn't help thinking it was a little weird, but I agreed to go. A weekend in the country and some home-cooked meals sounded like fun. James and I took a train from the city early on a Friday afternoon. The journey took over three hours, including a transfer to a local regional service that stopped at every backwater Podunk on the line. James' parents' stop could have been any one of them. A footbridge crossed the tracks to a small, old wooden building that was little more than a waiting area, ticket office, and a couple of restrooms. James' mother and father were there to greet us, smiling warmly. "Justin, this is my mom and dad, Guy and Sue." I could see where James got his good looks from. They must have been close to fifty, but they both looked ten years younger. Guy had salt and pepper hair and a tanned, lined face, but had a lean jawline and a youthful exuberance in his eyes that belied his age. He was significantly beefier than his son, who I often teased for being a "twink". Guy wore a red and black plaid shirt that sat on broad shoulders. It was open at his muscular chest, exposing a fine patch of hair that matched the color on his head. Blue jeans sat on his narrow waist. I thought he looked like Harry Hamlin. James got his small frame from his mother. Sue was a little over five foot and she too was toned and tanned. She wore yoga pants and running shoes, and a loose sweatshirt that was unable to hide the swell of an impressive bust that was at odds with her petite body. She had a blond bob, with subtle highlights, and smiling green eyes. James kissed his mother and embraced his father in a hearty bear hug. I moved in to offer Sue a friendly hug, which she accepted enthusiastically, kissing me wetly on the cheek. I extended a hand to Guy, who responded with "Screw that!" gripping me in the same bear hug as his son. "Frances at home?" asked James. "Yep, holding down the fort," replied Guy, taking a suitcase in each hand, and heading for the exit. Pleasantries were exchanged as we walked across the gravel lot to Guy's jeep. Sue snaked an arm around both James' waist and mine and we walked in step. She planted another kiss on James' cheek. "I've missed my boy!" "Aw, mom!" laughed James. We loaded up the jeep and began the drive to the house. James caught up on family business: Grandma was moving in with Uncle Steven; Frances - James' sister - had gotten early admission to her first choice of school. The drive took a little over half an hour through country back roads and the sun began to set as we approached the house. The house was more of a compound, sitting on several acres surrounded by trees. The main house had a log cabin façade, as did the smaller surrounding buildings: a three-car garage, and another building adjacent to a pool. As Guy parked the jeep in front of the house, the front door opened, and a young girl emerged. James stepped out of the vehicle, and the girl ran into his arms. "Frannie!" "James!" Frances was pretty young thing. Petite, like her mother, but closer in height to James. She had shoulder length light brown hair, a broad smile, and James's green-brown eyes. She wore a cream-colored top, a denim skirt, and pink flip-flops on her feet. As the siblings caught up, I helped Guy unload the jeep and bring our luggage into the house. I followed Guy upstairs. "We've got you both in James' old room, if that's okay." Very progressive, I thought. James and Sue prepared a late dinner and the five of us shared a couple of bottles of wine. After the long train journey, we decided to retire early, and James and I found ourselves alone in his old bedroom. It seemed to be frozen in time from the time he left; his college textbooks still on the shelves, posters of local bands from the early 2000s still on the walls. We got into bed naked. Although we were both too tired to play, I pressed my semi-hard penis against his firm ass. "Does it feel weird doing this under your parents' roof?" I teased. He playfully elbowed me in the ribs. I smiled, rolled over, and drifted off to sleep. I woke several hours later to the sound of voices. "... yes ... yes ... like that ..." "... uh ... uh ... like it? ... don't you? ..." "James!" I whispered. "You hear that?" James groaned groggily. "Oh, shit. That's mom and dad. Sorry. They can be loud." "Yes! ... yes, Guy! ... fuck me!" "Uh ... fuck, Sue ... your cunt feels so fucking good!" "YES! ... YES! ... FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG FAT COCK, GUY!" I felt myself getting harder listening to James' parents' dirty talk down the hall. I pressed my erection between James' smooth buttocks and reached over his hip for his cock. "Doesn't that turn you on?" I whispered. "Gimme a break," James groaned. All the same, I could feel him getting harder in my hand as I massaged him. The bedroom door opened a crack and a figure in a translucent nightgown stepped in. "Jesus!" I gasped, pulling the covers to my neck. "Hey, boys." It was Frances. "You hear that?" "Fuck, Frannie, of course we hear that! What are you doing?" "Couldn't sleep," she replied. Frances pulled the gown off her shoulders and the naked girl hopped precociously into bed on James' other side. "Jesus, sis. It's one in the morning!" "So?" she replied. "Move over. Just like old times!" Frances pushed her tiny butt towards her brother, forcing him to spoon her. She felt my hand still on James' semi-hard member. "Justin!" she exclaimed in mock shock. "Are you playing with my brother's cock? While listening to my parents fuck?" It was a rare moment where I had nothing to say. "OH! ... OH! ... YOUR DICK FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD, GUY!" Frances turned over beneath the covers. "Hey, can I watch you guys?" she asked. "I've never seen my brother with another boy before." I was in a weird state that was half shock, half arousal. As usual, arousal won out. "Whaddaya think?" I whispered to James. "Oh, what the fuck," he replied. "Yay!" squealed Frances, skipping out of the bed and pulling the covers down, exposing the two naked men. She sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, forearms on her knees. "As you were, then!" "UH! ... FUCK! ... GET ON YOUR HANDS AND KNEES, BABY!" Guy from down the hall. I tentatively resumed stroking James' cock while his sister looked on. I was on my side, James was on his back with his eyes closed. My own erection pressed against his hip. My movements started slow, massaging him back to hardness. I licked my palm to allow it to glide more smoothly over both his shaft and balls. Once he was fully erect, I got to my knees to free up my other hand. With one hand, I continued to stroke his shaft, the other caressed his sac and perineum. James parted his legs slightly so that my fingers could tease and probe his hole. I looked across at Frances, who seemed mesmerized by my hand on her brother. One of her hands absently stroked a thigh, the other made gentle circles between her legs. Gripping the base of his shaft and holding it upright, I lowered my head to his cock and took the tip into my mouth. "Wow!" Frances gasped, and crept forward on her knees between her brother's ankles. I lowered my head further, my lips inching down his shaft. As his cock filled my throat, I felt myself struggling for breath, blood rushing to my head. I released him with a sharp exhale, coughed, and spat on his cock. "YES! ... YES! ... FUCK ME FROM BEHIND!" Sue hollered. My lips engulfed him once more, and then began to work his shaft in tandem with my hand. "God, you're such a good fucking cocksucker, Justin," he whispered. Frances leaned forward, her head now inches away from her brother's cock. I released James from my mouth again with a popping sound. Forgetting who she was for a moment, I angled his cock towards Frances, offering it to her. She took it, too eagerly, her lips wrapping around her brother's cock. "Mmm ... you always taste so good, James," she moaned. She placed her hands on James' thighs, and one glided forward to his balls, brushing my own fingers which had remained wrapped around the base of his shaft. "Ohhh, sis," James moaned. "OH! ... OH! ... I'M SO CLOSE, BABY!" Sue, again, from down the hall. I released James and lay next to him, watching this deliciously incestuous spectacle as I absently stroked myself. Frances sucked her brother's cock ever so gently, tentatively, her lips barely moving on him, as if she were afraid that any real pressure might hurt him. James loved it all the same, his eyes closed as he quietly moaned, turned on by the taboo, if not the technique. Frances released her brother's hard penis, which slapped against his tight stomach, before she shifted towards me, now taking my cock in her delicate fingers. On her elbows and knees, she lowered her head, and her lips now closed around my glans. Like James, I closed my eyes, taking pleasure in the sensation of his sister's mouth moving gently up and down my shaft. "OOOOAAAAHHHH!" An almost guttural scream reverberated down the hall as Sue orgasmed. I smiled. Good for her. I felt Frances mouth jerk forward on my cock with a muffled, "Mmph!" And again. I opened my eyes and saw that James had moved in behind Frances, bucking his hips. "Jesus, James!" I gasped. "Are you fucking your sister?" "I'M GONNA CUM, SUE!" James was focused on a point between his hands, which were gripping each of his sister's hips. "This is the first time we've done this," he whispered almost inaudibly. "I mean, we've played and sucked, but never this ..." "Mmph ... mmph ... mmph ..." Frances' mouth slid down my cock with each of her brother's thrusts. The siblings' movements became more rapid, and Frances emitted a muffled moan as she came, her lips never leaving my shaft. "Mmmm-hm-hm-hmmmph!" "Whip it out and cum on my titties!" Sue again. "Oh ... fuck ... God, Frances ... I'm coming, too!" James whimpered. His hips ceased their movement and, with a protracted sigh, he came inside his sister. "UH-UH-UH-UH-UH ... OOOHHHHHH ... FUUUCK!" "Yeah, Guy, all over my big tits!" Frances released my cock from her mouth and I replaced it with my hand. After several rapid strokes, my orgasm snuck up on me, and with a soft groan I ejaculated a sticky mess over my stomach and chest. "Fuck, boys, that was hot!" Frances scampered towards the door, collecting her robe on the way. "Sweet dreams!" She blew a pair of kisses as she closed the door behind her. James collapsed, resuming his place next to me and it wasn't long before his deep breathing indicated that he had fallen back to sleep. There was silence from the hallway. Did I really just have a threesome with James and his sister while their parents fucked? The only evidence was the stickiness drying on my stomach, and even that wasn't proof that what happened happened. Weekend with the Family Ch. 02 All characters are over 18. ***** Saturday morning dawned and James and I were the last to rise. We showered and dressed in a hurry, so I didn't get an opportunity to talk about what had happened last night. We joined Guy, Sue, and Frances in the kitchen for breakfast. Guy, too, was already dressed. Frances was still in a familiar nightgown and she smiled and winked at me as I sat down. Sue was wearing a comfortable robe tied at the waist that accentuated her figure considerably more favorably than the loose workout clothes she wore day before. I took a moment to surreptitiously admire her body and couldn't help visualizing her husband shooting his load on her full breasts, as she had implored loudly last night. I shook my head to clear the image and focused on my pancakes. "Did you two sleep okay?" asked Sue. "Like a log," lied James. "That's good," said Frances. "Hate for anything to get ... I mean ... keep ... you up." She grinned as James reddened. "Boys, I'm heading into town this morning," said Guy. "Picking up some hardware supplies and a few things for dinner tonight. You wanna come with?" I glanced at James and shrugged. "Sure," James replied. "Nothing else going on." "Good," said Sue. "Frannie and I will have a little girl time." We finished breakfast and left the house for the jeep. I hopped in the back seat and habitually patted my pockets. "Shit!" I exclaimed. "Forgot my phone. Be right back." I always forget things in unfamiliar places. I headed back into the house and made my way upstairs to James' room. My phone was where I had left it on the nightstand. Pocketing it, I made my way back into the hallway, but stopped when I heard voices coming from Frances' room. "... different for different women, sweetie." "But it's never as good. And I want it to be. Am I doing something wrong?" "Well, how 'bout you show me what you do?" "Well ... okay, mom." Surely not, I thought. But I had to see. I slipped off my shoes and crept down the hall towards Frances' room in my socks. The door was ajar. I ducked to the other side of the narrow gap and, with my back to the wall, turned my head to peek through the opening. Frances and her mom were sitting on the bed. Sue sat on the edge of the bed with one foot on the floor and the other knee on the mattress, facing her daughter. Frances sat with her back to the headboard and both feet on the bed. Her knees were bent and parted, her nightgown sat loosely on her shoulders and was open, exposing her naked, lithe body. Small breasts peaked by tiny, pink nipples sat above a flat, toned stomach. Between her legs was a thin wisp of hair atop a pink opening. Frances' small fingers made circular motions on her clit as her mother looked on. I whipped my head back to the wall. Jesus, what was with this family? "How does that feel, sweetie?" "It's good," replied Frances. "And I can make myself cum. But it's just never as satisfying." "Well, some women are more internal than external. Maybe you are, too. Do you know what that means?" "Kinda ..." said Frances, uncertainly. "Here, sweetie, let me show you." I had to look again. Sue had leaned towards Frances and slid two fingers into her daughter's cunt. As I watched, she withdrew them, slick with Frances' juices, before plunging them back in again. I quickly returned to the wall. "Ooohhh ... that feels great, mom!" "So ... maybe you are more internal than external? How 'bout you use your fingers like this more ... or a toy? You can borrow one of mine if you like. But you like having your clit stimulated too, right?" "Yes!" Frances almost squealed. The pitch of her voice had risen; she was clearly enjoying her mother's fingers inside her. "Some ... of my boyfriends ... ah ... have licked ... oh ... and rubbed ... me there ... and ... some ... uh ... girls ... too ... Fuck, mom, that feels good!" "Have you ever tried internal and external at the same time?" "Uh ... no?" "Do you want to try?" "Yes ... please ..." "Okay, then. Scoot forward a little and lay back, sweetie." Seconds passed and I began to hear wet, oral sounds accompanied by Frances' gentle moans. I had to peek once more. Sue was lying on her stomach, her head between her daughter's legs. The fingers of her right hand continued to work in and out of Frances' pussy, her left hand rested on top of her daughter's thigh. Sue's knees were bent and her feet dangled casually in the air. She was flicking her tongue over Frances' clit, making obscene tapping sounds as the underside of her tongue connected with her bottom teeth. She stopped and gasped deeply for air. "You like that, Frannie?" "Feels amazing, mom ... don't stop ..." Sue's mouth descended once again to her daughter's cunt. I returned to the wall, my heart in my throat and my cock achingly hard in my jeans, barely able to process what I had seen. I had, as always, an overwhelming desire for friction, for contact on my cock. I unzipped my fly, took my firm, warm shaft in my hand, and began to stroke myself to the sounds of this forbidden but fervent exchange. "... uh ... uh ... don't stop ... please ... mom ... more ... more ... more! ... DON'T STOP! ... I'M COMING ... I'M COMMMIIING! ... OOOOOHHHHH!" The wet, slippery, tapping noises subsided and there was only the sound of Frances catching her breath. I stopped my movements and held my cock silently in my hand. "How was that, sweetie?" "Sooo gooood, mom!" There was a brief silence. "Mom?" "Yes, Frannie?" "Would it be okay if ... I ... did that on you? It's just that sometimes me and the girls play and I ... I just want to be good at it." "Of course, honey. Why don't we do it on each other? Would you like that?" "Sure, mom!" "Let me get out of this dressing gown ..." I heard the sound of fabric rustling as clothing was removed and dropped to the floor. "Wow, you've always had incredible boobs, mom." "Thank you, baby. Now, just scoot down the bed a little more so I can straddle you ... there ... Oh! ... Oh, that's very good ... just a little deeper ... a little higher ... yesss, babyyy ..." I peeked a fourth time, my hand resuming on my cock. Sue was now naked and had straddled Frances' head in a sixty-nine position. Frances' hands were on the back of Sue's thighs, spreading her slick labia to better access her clit. Sue's round breasts were pushed against her daughter's body as she leaned forward so that her head was between Frances' spread legs. One arm hooked under her daughter's thigh, and she once again fucked Frances with her fingers while tonguing her clit. I returned my back to the wall, masturbating to the muffled grunts and moans of mother and daughter eating each other out. The illicit kink of this mother-daughter coupling transcended any kind of voyeuristic arousal I had ever experienced. I could barely breathe as I stroked myself and began to feel lightheaded. I heard the bed begin to squeak with their frantic movements. Sue's moans began to rise in volume. As I learned last night, she could be loud. And then she became coherent, obviously having raised her lips from Frances' cunt. "YES ... YES, BABY ... LICK MY CLIT! ... YES! ... YES! ... YES! ... MAKE MOMMY COME! ... YES! ... OOOOAAAAHHHH!" she screamed. "Mmmppphhh ... MMMPPPHHH!" from Frances, beneath her, in the throes of her own pleasure. I wanted to come as well, I really did, but had nowhere to shoot, and I knew James and Guy were waiting on me. With every ounce of will I had, I shoehorned my erection uncomfortably back into my pants, and darted past the door and down the stairs, collecting my shoes on the way. I put them on before leaving the house and rejoined father and son in the jeep. "Get what you needed?" asked Guy. I was in a daze. "Not quite," I said. "But didn't want to hold you up. It can wait. Let's get out of here."