"What do you mean, she's not coming back?" I asked my dad after he released the final truth about his relationship with my mom and my uncle Nick. My first summer home from college has been a whirlwind of truth and knowledge. Not only about them, but also myself. While I thought my mom was out of town just helping my grandparents, I learned that she was away because she was pissed off, or disgusted about my dad having a sexual relationship with Uncle Nick, who, by the way is not really my uncle. Oh, and I learned that my dad is not really my dad, which might explain why I was sexually attracted to him my whole life. This knowledge was very freeing for me because I was really grappling with those feelings. I considered myself a freak of nature. Now, learning the truth, I can embrace my freakiness.
And the three of us have been doing exactly that for the past 48 hours. We were holed up in our house during a bad hurricane that shut down our town. Our power went out early in the storm and the three of us banded together to satisfy our animalistic tendencies. We were basically fuck machines, and we spilled a lot of seed. All around the house...and the yard. We were busy and then we collapsed in exhaustion in various places. I made it to my bedroom and woke this morning to bright sunshine and cool summer breezes filling the house. The fresh air replaced the heavy humid air that was saturated with notes of male sweat, musk, and sex. The power came back on in the middle of the night. Things were back to normal, or so it seemed.
I slept naked and instead of pulling on briefs I went to straight to the bathroom, wearing only dried patches of cum on my torso, groin, back and legs. I took care of all my morning business, I was like clockwork, every morning the same time. Then I got in the shower. The hot water felt so good, so cleansing. Maybe today would be a normal day. I dried off, wrapped the towel around my waist and headed to the kitchen for coffee. It was Saturday so my dad would not be going to work. He was up already and was stuffed into his tighty whities. Nick was still sprawled on the couch naked. I poured myself a cup of coffee and stood in the kitchen drinking it. My dad looked over at me and dropped the latest bombshell. It seems my mom was not really with my grandparents, or not anymore at least.
She was with my biological father, the priest who raped her and implanted his seed into her ovary that eventually made me. She apparently confessed to my dad that it wasn't rape at all. She wanted him and he wanted her, but he was conflicted of course, because he was a priest. They had sex and he took off to Italy to figure it all out and pray for forgiveness. Mom kept in touch with him, without telling my dad. When she caught him with Uncle Nick earlier this year, she let him know the truth. She kept in touch and now she was going to be with him. They had plans to meet in Florida while she was at her parents. All those phone calls I overheard, Dad was not pleading his case about Nick, he was angry with her for not coming back. He didn't want to tell me because if he did he felt it would put the final nail in the coffin of their dying marriage. After the storm activities, he felt empowered to tell me.
"She's not coming back. That's it. She and Father Romero...actually former Father Romero, are on their way to Italy right now. Once the phone lines were restored I called her this morning. Her mother let me know they left. I knew it was coming, she told me. Maybe it was a good thing the storm took out the phone lines. I probably would have been on the phone with her the whole time instead of enjoying my time with you."
I looked at the big man, standing there in the kitchen. The comically small briefs were straining to contain his sizeable meat. His muscular bulky 6'4" frame looked even larger now that it was shaved. His pinkish nipples were prominent headlights. As I looked him up and down I could see black stubble all over his body. The hair was growing back fast. His beard was heavier and thicker than the rest. His big eyes were wide open and the whites were pink. He looked like he'd been crying.
The news was puzzling and devastating. Without even missing a beat I did something I probably wouldnt have done a month ago. While I was naked and my dad was in his briefs, I walked to him and hugged him. My 6' muscular, college wrestling frame was dwarfed by him. My arms stretched around his girth and I pressed my head into his chest. His arms easily engulfed me. I felt his strength, and I felt secure. Surprisingly, my cock was still flaccid. Nick got up from the couch and approached us. He put his arms around us both and joined in the hug. "My sister's a bitch." I felt dad's chest expand as he took a deep breath and let out a sigh. His silent tears hit my cheek. All three of us said at exactly the same time, "It's all gonna be okay." And we laughed a little as we comforted each other. It was really kind of beautiful.
"Arrgh. Okay. I am going to take a shower," my dad said as he headed down the long hallway to his bedroom. Nick and I stood still in the kitchen. We were both naked. I sipped my coffee.
"Is there more," Nick asked gesturing toward my cup.
"Yeah there is at least one more cup." He headed to the cabinet and took out a mug. I noticed that Nick had an incredibly full and firm ass. The kind of ass I was used to seeing in the lockerroom. The kind of ass I was used to seeing in the mirror. My dick twitched. Really? I asked myself, "I just found out my mother took off with another man, who happened to be my real father, and I am looking at my uncle's naked ass. And it is making my dick twitch?" Maybe I am a freak.
Nick turned toward me and leaned against the counter while he sipped his coffee. "Oh that's good." He savored the first sip. It was good. It really hit the spot, but my mind was pulled away from the soothing flavor of fresh ground coffee into the abyss of an unfaithful mother who chose someone else over her family, and for what? Sex? She had love right here. My dad put her on a pedastal.
"Why'd she do this to us? How could she just take off like that?" Nick was silent. I noticed his cock was also full. Not hard, but full. When it wasn't dwarfed by the size of my dad's member, it was pretty impressive on its own. I remembered how it filled my mouth that first time. Why was I thinking about that?
