My Family and I by Hankster

My Family and I

by: Hankster

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-1-

Before I tell you my little tale of love, sex and (forgive me) incest, let me fill you in on my family life. It’s pertinent that you know all about us Carters. (None of the names in this story are our real names. I must maintain our anonymity.)

We live in an upscale New York City suburb on Long Island. I won’t tell you which one because somebody from that town might recognize my family in this narrative. Not that it matters, but I will mention that we live close by the ocean.

My mother, Carrie, is forty-two years old. She’s a salesperson in a really fashionable ladies boutique at the mall. She doesn’t need the money, but her kids are grown, and it gives her something to do. I know for a fact that she enjoys her work. She’s been at it for about ten years, ever since I became a full time student at age six. She works full time now, but at the beginning she worked part time, and she was always there for me when I got home from school.

My nineteen year old brother, Bryce, is a sophomore at the State University in Albany. He rarely comes home. He has an apartment off campus. My dad can well afford it. I think Bryce is gay, and that might be the reason he’d rather stay in Albany with his gay brothers, than grace us with his presence. If he is gay, I don’t know why it’s such a big secret. In this day and age, it’s nearly acceptable. I wish my brother would come out to me. He’s really hot, and I wouldn’t mind spending a few hours making love to him. I’m sure that he loves me, and I really love him. Maybe, I shouldn’t wait for him to come out. The next time he comes home, if ever, I vow to come out to him.

My sister, Meg, (just Meg, not Margret) was named after Meg Ryan. My dad had a thing for Ms. Ryan. Meg is twenty-two. She graduated from Hofstra University last June, and immediately moved in with her fiancée, Carl. They’ll set the wedding date as soon as he finds a job. Meg is really pretty, and Carl is a runt. I don’t know what she sees in him. But hey, it’s her life. Maybe he’s rich, or maybe he has a big dick. Maybe, both.

My name is Adam. I’m almost seventeen and a junior in high school. I know for a fact that I’m gay. I don’t have to guess. I’ve already had more than a few precious experiences. Unlike my brother, I intend to come out to my parents before I go off to college. I have my eyes set on the State University in Buffalo.

I saved my dad, Larry, for last. He’s forty-four years old, and a CPA. His office is in our home. When he bought our house fifteen years ago, it had a free standing three car garage with a large storage area. The garage had almost twice the square footage as his downtown office. He converted the entire structure to a business office, and moved his practice there. The town approved the architect’s plans, and gave Dad permission to renovate, but he had to provide two separate entrances to the office, and he had to construct a six car parking area in the rear. Our property is big enough that it was no problem. My father works at clients’ offices more than in his own office, so parking space is always plentiful, except during tax season. Then the parking area always has two or three clients’ cars in it, plus his two employees. In case you were wondering, the lot is usually empty, except for the two people who work for my father, so my dad and my mom park their cars there, rather than in our driveway.

Like my brother, my dad is really hot. I think he’s more of a hunk than my brother, and that’s saying something. If I had my druthers, I’d rather make love to my father than my brother, but he’s straight as a steel rod. At least, I have no reason to believe otherwise, but so many married men are in the closet these days, who knows?

Anyway, I’m not really starved for sex. A high school friend and I have been going at it pretty regularly. My friend, Mike, is also planning on going to SUNY Buffalo. We’ll room together off campus like my brother, and we’ll have a ball.

Now that I’ve filled you in on my immediate family, and how we live, let me tell you about our extended family. Uncle Sammy is godfather to Meg, Bryce and me. What’s more important is that he’s my father’s identical twin brother, so you already know how good looking he is, and what a hunk. He’s the only living relative my dad has. Uncle Sammy is a doctor, a primary care physician. His office is in our town, but it is located in the business district. My mother has a slew of relatives, but they all live in Atlanta, and we rarely see them. She used to take us kids with her when she went to visit them. Now that we are grown, she goes alone.

Uncle Sammy divorced after two years of marriage, and he has been a bachelor for twenty years. He never remarried, and he has no children. He treats me and my sibs just like we were his own kids. I’m sure he loves us as much as my parents do.

Naturally, the twin brothers are very close, and Sammy spends a lot of time with us. On the nights when my mom plays mah-jongg with her girlfriends, my dad always goes over to Sammy’s to hang out. When we kids were very young, Sammy used to come to our house to hang out with his twin brother, because Dad had to baby sit. It’s like they have no friends other than themselves, and that has always disturbed me. I feel that they should be a little bit more independent of each other.

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The Christmas when I was just shy of my seventeenth birthday, Bryce said that he wasn’t coming home for the holiday, and Meg said that she was spending Christmas with Carl’s family. About two weeks before Christmas, my mother announced that given the circumstances, she would spend Christmas Eve with my dad, his brother, and me, but she was flying to Atlanta on Christmas morning. She hadn’t seen her two sisters in a coon’s age, and she missed them. She intended on coming home on the morning of New Year’s Eve. I felt bad because she would not have any of her immediate family close by her on what has become a traditional family holiday. Well, fuck it. It was her choice, and I was going to love being alone with my dad and Uncle Sammy.

My uncle decided to stay with us during the time my mother would be away, and he slept over on Christmas Eve in Bryce’s room. The next morning, he and my dad drove my mother to the airport in Sammy’s car. Dad let me borrow my mother’s car. I intended on picking up Mike and hanging out at the mall all day. Dad never let me borrow a car before, so I guess he trusted me at last. I suddenly felt very mature.

I didn’t expect that the mall would be such a mob scene on Christmas Day. I never saw it so crowded, not even just before Christmas. People were lined up in all the stores, either exchanging or returning Christmas gifts. Mike and I walked around for a bit. Neither of us had eaten breakfast, and we decided to have an early lunch in the food court. The lines there were just as bad, and we couldn’t see an available table.

“Let’s get out of here,” Mike said. “It’ll be worse tomorrow. Take me home. My mom’s making Christmas dinner, and let’s go to a movie or something tonight.”

I was happy to comply. “It’s a date,” I said.

When I got home, I parked my mom’s car in the parking lot. My uncle’s car was there, so I knew that he and Dad were home from the airport. I went into the house to see if they had made lunch. I was really hungry. I was surprised that nobody was in the house.

Uncle Sammy was also a client of my father’s. He enjoyed a freebie, of course, as we did with him. I figured that they were in Dad’s office going over some business. I walked over there, and was surprised that the front door was locked. Dad never locked his office if someone was in it. The lock was used only when nobody was there. Then I checked the rear door. It was locked also. Frankly, I was worried and confused as to where my dad and my uncle could be.

The original garage had one window, which nowadays was in the reception area. Dad also added a window in each of the other rooms. None of them had curtains, so I went over to the reception room window to see if I could see anything inside.

Not only was I able to see inside, I could see clearly.

Dad and Sammy were lying on the reception room sofa in a sixty-nine position. They weren’t just lying there in a compromising position, they were naked, and they were doing it, and they seemed to be in paradise. I froze. I didn’t know what to do. When I got my legs moving, I ran back to the house, and I locked myself in my room. I had to think.

I knew how much the two brothers loved each other, but it had never occurred to me that they loved each other like that. Still, it made sense. If Uncle Sammy was gay, then my dad must be also. They were created from the same fertilized egg, and shared the same DNA. Gays have said for years that they were born that way. Maybe that’s why my uncle’s marriage ended abruptly, and he never remarried. I actually got the crazy thought that armed with the knowledge of what I had seen, I might be able to seduce one or both of them, especially now that I knew they were gay. I sure as hell yearned to do so. But my immediate problem was how to interact with the two men I loved so dearly, and whom I wanted to fuck and be fucked by. I didn’t want to betray myself or let them know about what I had seen accidentally. I stayed locked in my room until I could make a plan.

I didn’t stay locked up very long. I decided to come out to them prematurely, and gauge their reaction. The timing was perfect. My mother wasn’t home, and my uncle was staying with us. There was just the three of us. I sprung a boner just thinking about it. I didn’t even care if they became aware of the status of my cock. I made myself a sandwich, and waited for my dad and my uncle to come home.

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The twins, Lawrence and Samuel, slept in separate cribs in one of the bedrooms in their parents’ four bedroom home. Their mother referred to the room as ‘the nursery.’ When the twins were four years old, their father folded up the cribs and stored them neatly in the garage. They never had any other children, but they had always anticipated having one or two more, so he kept the cribs for potential future use.

Their father put two standard size beds, dressers, night tables, a desk, etc. in each of two of the other bedrooms, and converted the nursery to a den. The twins raised a stink, and insisted on sharing a room. The store, that sold them the beds, was very obliging. They took back the standard size beds and set up two twin size beds in one of the bedrooms. Instead of using the nursery solely as a den, their parents put both desks in there and created a study/den. That left them with a guest room, which was never occupied.

From the moment they learned about masturbation, and how to do it, the twins masturbated a couple of times a night in their separate beds. They never, in their whole lives, were reticent to do anything in the presence of the other. They even had a contest awarding kudos to which of them would cum first, and who shot the farthest.

One day, Sammy tasted his cum, and told Larry how delicious it was. Larry promptly tasted his cum, and agreed. Then they wondered if they tasted the same and offered their cum to the other. They agreed on the similarity without hesitation.

By the time they were thirteen, they began to experiment. Their curiosity got the better of them. They tried oral and then anal sex. They purloined male films, and tried rimming and golden showers. Each progression pleased them more, and added to their pleasure.

By the time they were fifteen, they knew what homosexuality was all about, but they never thought of themselves as gay. They believed that what they did together, was just their special thing. Women aroused both of them, and in college they had no trouble getting laid, especially when they were together. The women got really excited about fucking such identical twins.

They were married in a double ceremony. Nobody was surprised. The brothers continued to make love to each other even after their unions.

Sammy fell by the wayside early on. He began to have trouble in the bedroom, and he realized that he was truly gay. He needed men to keep him happy, and although he slept with many men, only his brother’s sexual prowess, and his love, satisfied him. He and his wife agreed to divorce.

Larry and his wife, Carrie, had their daughter, Meg, before they were married one year, so he stuck it out. He depended on his brother to give him emotional and sexual satisfaction. After Carrie had two other children, both boys, she began to work, and she demanded very little sex from him. In fact, he began to suspect something else. Carrie went out once a week to play mah-jongg. The game was never in their house. He didn’t mind because he spent the evening with Sammy. Somewhere along the line, he began to wonder if his wife wasn’t having an affair. He prayed fervently that she was.

As his boys, Bryce and Adam, grew older and matured, the twin brothers had long conversations about them. Their gaydar convinced them that Larry’s sons were gay, and they candidly admitted to each other that they would have no trouble bedding either one of them.

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Dad and Uncle Sammy finally came into the house. They were surprised to see me. They thought I’d hang out at the mall all day, or maybe that Mike and I were having sex. They were very certain that we were an item.

“How come you’re home?” Dad asked.

“The mall was a zoo. There wasn’t even a table in the food court, and the noise level was hurting my ears.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re home,” Sammy said. “We can hang out together, and maybe go out to dinner together tonight.”

“Gee, I’d love to,” I lamented, “but I have a date to spend the evening with Mike tonight.”

“Perfect,” Dad said. “Invite Mike to join us.”

“Your dad and I are going to make ourselves lunch,” Sammy said. “Have you eaten?”

“Yes, I made a sandwich before you came home. Where were you by the way?” (I could be so sly.)

“We were in my office going over Uncle Sammy’s financials. Now that the year is almost over, I was estimating his taxes.” (Dad could be even slier than I.)

“While you two are having lunch, I’d like to talk to you about something. It’s important.”

“Sure. You can talk to us anytime about anything,” Sammy said reassuringly. “But before we make lunch, I gotta take a shower. We got up so early this morning to take your mother to the airport that I had no time to shower.”

“Same here,” Dad said.

I knew they were lying. I reckoned that they had to wash the sweat and the cum off their bodies.

“You can use my bathroom, Uncle Sammy,” I said, continuing to be sly. I knew that if I wasn’t home, they’d shower together.

Then I got the shock of my life. My father said, “That’s nice of you Adam, but my brother and I showered together for all the years we lived together and went to undergraduate school together. We’re not going to be shy with each other now.”

“Okay,” I said. “While you’re showering, and doing each other’s backs, (hardy har har) I’ll call Mike and see if he wants to go to dinner with us.”

After they showered they came downstairs wearing only bathrobes. Obviously, there was nothing underneath the robes. They were getting ready to seduce me, and I didn’t realize it … yet.

They went into the kitchen, and Dad opened the fridge. He removed the makings of ham and cheese sandwiches. They sat down at the kitchen table, and I joined them.

“Okay, Adam,” Dad said. “What’s on your mind?”

Since I wasn’t afraid to out myself to them, I came right to the point. “I’m gay,” I said without embellishment, “and I know that you two are also.”

“Wow,” Sammy said. “We were certain that you and Bryce were gay, but how did you know about us?”

I wasn’t about to admit that I spied on them, so I said, “Gaydar, I guess. I only suspect about Bryce. We haven’t come out to each other.”

“When he finally decides to come home, the four of us will lay our cards on the table,” Dad said.

“You know, Adam,” Sammy said. “We love you, and always have. We’ll continue to love you as much as we ever did, no matter what.”

“Loving me as much as you ever did, isn’t good enough,” I said. “I need extra love now, special love. Do you guys understand?

“Of course,” Sammy said. “When is Mike coming over?”

“I was going to get him about six.”

“Then we have almost four hours to show each other how much we love each other,” Dad said.

“Before we hit the bedroom,” Sammy said, “why don’t you call Mike, and tell him that we might get home very late. He may want to pack an overnight bag, and sleep over. We won’t mind.”

“And while you’re doing that,” Dad said, “I’ll call your mom and make sure she arrived safely, and that she’s enjoying her family. That way she won’t be calling here and disturbing us.”

My call was short. I told Mike that my father knew about us, and he didn’t mind if Mike slept over. “Tell your folks that we may come home very late,” I said, “and my dad said that you could sleep over. Clear it with your folks and pack a bag. I’ll pick you up at six, like we planned.”

My dad ran into a major snag. He called my mother’s cell phone several times, and it went to voice mail. He suspected that it was turned off. Finally, he went over to the land line in our kitchen. There was a personal friends and family phone directory on the counter near the phone. He found one of my mother’s sisters, and dialed her number.

“Hi, Lila,” he said cheerfully, “Is Carrie around. She’s not answering her cell phone.”

“Why would she be? She never informed us that she was coming, and we aren’t expecting her.”

She was short with him, and not very polite. My mother’s family hated my father. When I finally asked him about it, he said that the only reason he could figure out was that they resented him for moving my mother so far away from Atlanta.

Dad gasped at Lila’s revelation, but he had the presence of mind to say, “You know, Lila, she told me that she was planning on visiting you, and I misunderstood. I thought she meant for Christmas. I’ll bet she’s over at one of her girlfriends planning what to buy tomorrow. They’ll want to take advantage of all the after Christmas sales. Well, ignore a worried husband, and Merry Christmas.”

Lila didn’t answer. She just hung up on him.

Dad embraced his brother. “I knew it,” he repeated over and over again.

Forgetting I was in the room, and that I knew nothing about his suspicions, he said, “I told you she was having an affair, Sammy. I knew it.”

I was aware that he was talking about my mother, and I didn’t care. “Do you think we could get going, please,” I pleaded. “I’ve waited a long time for this moment.”

“We have, too,” Sammy said.

This was to be my first threesome. It was a thrill, not only for the eroticism it evoked, but because I would be making love with two of the three men I loved most in the world. Dad and Uncle Sammy had identical cocks. They were uncut and presently about seven hard inches. They were pretty bulky also. At nearly seventeen I was fully mature and matched them in length and girth, but I was cut. Bryce was also. Dad told me that it was my mother’s decision to circumcise us.

We started out with a daisy chain, and switched often, giving me the opportunity to taste my uncle and my dad. As you can imagine, they tasted exactly alike. Doh!! Then they instructed me in how to prepare for anal sex. I laughed at them and reminded them that I was far from a virgin.

We finally broke up from our love making when I reminded them that we had to shower, and I had to pick up Mike.

“Take it easy,” Sammy said. “We can pick up Mike on the way to the restaurant.”

All during our delicious dinner, which I thought of us a celebration dinner, I agonized if I should ask my father and my uncle, if Mike and I could join them in bed. The decision was made for me. Shortly after Mike and I went into my bedroom, and stripped naked, my father and uncle came into the room. They were naked also. Dad took my hand and led me to his bedroom. Sammy jumped into bed and hunkered up to Mike. The smile on Mike’s face threatened to crack his jaw.

-5-

When my mother came home, my dad confronted her with the fact that he was aware that she never went to Atlanta. She admitted that she had fallen in love with the owner of the boutique shop where she worked, and they had gone to Cancun with him for the few days she was away. She also accused my dad of making love like a faggot, whereas her friend was able to bring her to paradise. In the end, they were both relieved, and Mom moved out as soon as possible, and in with her boss. Before she left, she agreed to give the news to Meg in person. My dad and I said that we would advise Bryce.

Sammy lived in a rental apartment, and he arranged to move in with us as soon as possible after my mom left. She was gone less than a week later. I called Bryce immediately. Boy was he surprised to hear from me.

“Look,” I said, “I’ll come right out with it. Mom and Dad have split. Dad’s calling a family conference, and we want you to come home this weekend.”

“Wow,” was all he could manage to say. When he caught his breath, he said, “I’ll take an early bus Saturday morning. I should get home about mid-afternoon.”

“Good,” I said, “I can’t wait to see you, but why are you taking the bus? What’s wrong with your car?”

“The old crate has been giving me problems. I’m afraid it won’t make the trip,” he lamented.

“I’m saving my bucks so I can get a better car when I go to college,” I said.

“What about Meg?” he asked.

“She and Mom are having a girl’s talk. Our family conference is for men only.

“Suits me,” he sighed. “I’ll be more comfortable if Dad wants to get graphic about why they split.”

Now, what the hell did he mean by that? Did he have any suspicion about Dad? I never did, until I caught him and his brother going at it.

Bryce arrived very late in the afternoon. He forgot that the holiday bus schedule was sparser than during the week on a work day, and it made more stops. When he arrived, he was not surprised to see Sammy with us. He kissed Sammy and Dad on the lips.

“We’ll go out to dinner,” Dad said, “and we’ll talk when we get home. Please everyone, let’s not discuss my situation with your mother at dinner. Let’s enjoy the meal.”

The four of us were actually jovial. It had been a long time since all of us had been together. I suspected that Bryce believed that the worst news I ever gave him, was going to be the best news of his life. It was.

When we entered the house, Dad said, “Why don’t you two get comfortable. Sammy and I will do the same, and we’ll meet in the living room in a few minutes for our conference.”

Bryce and I bounded up the stairs. On the way up, I whispered something in his ear.

Yeah,” he said, “that’ll be a hoot.”

We both came downstairs in our birthday suits, expecting to shock our elders, but they shocked us. They were as naked as we were. They were sitting on the sofa, so Bryce and I sat on the carpeted floor facing them.

“Bryce, I’ll make it as simple as I can,” Dad said.

He looked away for a moment as if he couldn’t face Bryce, but then he glanced back, and never took his eyes off my brother. Sammy saw how nervous he was, and he took his brother’s hand in his. Instinctively, I took Bryce’s hand in mine. He squeezed back hard. I was surprised. He had never shown me any affection before.

Dad continued, still staring intently at Bryce. “Bryce, I’m gay. Uncle Sammy and I are both gay, and we’ve been lovers since we were teeny boppers. I just couldn’t be the man your mother needed, and she began an affair with her boss. In the end we’re both relieved and happy. Sammy has moved in with us, which makes me even happier.”

Bryce started to laugh. “Did you think I didn’t know?”

“How?” Sammy asked.

Bryce gave him the same answer I did, and inadvertently, he came out to us. “I guess it was my gaydar,” he said. As he said that, he squeezed my hand harder. I wondered if it was really gaydar or if he had ever caught them going at it, just as I had. I intended to ask him when we were alone.

I finally had to say something. “We all figured that you’re gay also, Bryce. I am too.”

“Shit,” Bryce said, “I suspected, but you never said anything. Do you know how often I wanted to jump into bed with you?”

“The feeling was mutual,” I said. “We were fools not to confide in each other. Let’s never let that happen again.” I gave Bryce a hug and kissed him on his cheek.

“Listen,” Dad said. “Tonight, why don’t you two make up for lost time, but tomorrow is Sunday, and we’ll all four of us make love all day long.”

Bryce and I jumped up, and slobbered Dad and Sammy with very wet and sloppy kisses on their lips.

My dad turned toward his brother. “Free at last,” he sobbed.

“Tonight, is for us,” I said, “but in the future would you mind if we included Mike?”

“Not at all,” Dad said. “He’s really hot.”

“He sure is,” Sammy said, leaving Bryce to wonder what that was all about.

I saw the confusion on Bryce’s face. I grabbed my brother’s hand. “I’ll explain later,” I said.

As soon as we were alone, I asked Bryce if it was really gaydar that made him decide that Dad and Sammy were gay, or did he catch them in the act? I told him about my own little experience.

“I was having dinner one evening in a downtown restaurant,” he said. “I was with some buddies. I knew that it was Mom’s mah-jongg night, so I decided I’d go over to Uncle Sammy’s, and hang out with him and Dad for a while. I figured Dad would drive me home. It took them quite a long time to answer the bell, and when they did, they were both disheveled, and Uncle Sammy was just zipping up his fly. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to conclude that they had dressed hastily, and I suspected what was going on. I got caught like that once when a buddy’s parents came home prematurely, so I knew the signs, and I figured that they had been playing.”

I was satisfied for the moment that Bryce’s gaydar wasn’t any better than mine. I kissed my brother and said, “Now it’s our turn.”

That night, I favored Bryce with every bit of male sex knowledge that Dad and Sammy had taught me. He sighed, moaned, and occasionally sobbed.

“Where did you learn how to do all that?” he asked.

“Patience, my love,” I said. “You’ll find out tomorrow.”

Bryce caught on immediately. “You little devil” he said. “Tomorrow won’t be your first time with Sammy and Dad. And Mike was with you, wasn’t he?”

“No, it won’t be” I answered, “and it better not be the last. And yes, Mike joined in the fun. Now, shut up and go to sleep. Tomorrow is going to be an exhausting day.”

Posted: 04/30/2021