Author's note: Part twenty seven is told from Dad's perspective
All characters are over 18
Danny and Colin were making the final preparations for dinner when the front door burst open. Jack and Kyle came running in, stopping before me to catch their breath.
"Dad...Danny...Uncle Colin..." Jack panted.
"You're...not...going...to..." Kyle continued for Jack through his own heaving breathing.
"Hold on. Are you both ok?" I asked them, concerned that something terrible had happened. They both nodded vigorously. My fears allayed, I waited for them to catch their breath and continue. "Just take a minute. Calm down and tell me once you've both caught your breath."
They both plopped down on the sofa and rested from a minute, heads in their hands. I waited patiently for them to begin again. Jack managed to recover his composure first.
"You're not going to believe what happened to us at the lake." Jack beamed. He and Kyle went on to recount to the three of us the story of the meeting the twins. They sprinkled in adjectives like beautiful, hot, gorgeous, and erotic.
"Can you believe it?" Kyle continued. "They are identical and they kissed like lovers. I was unbelievably fucking hot."
Jack nodded. "The 'younger' one told us that he let's his brother fuck him and that he loves it!" We couldn't believe it. I mean, what are the odds that we would run into identical twin brothers who fuck? From what they said, it's their father, uncle, and cousin too!"
Kyle picked up where Jack left off. "We might have also admitted to our own arrangement. Sorry, we were all enjoying a moment of honest confession. Anyway, we invited them over! I can't wait for you to see them. They're breathtaking." Kyle looked wistfully to the distance as he fondly recalled the twin brothers.
"Ok, you two. I'm sure that there was some magic of the moment that's making you all gooey eyed for these brothers. Let's just take a moment to center ourselves and remember that we're here to enjoy the surroundings and be together." I tried to bring them back to reality. It was just like my sons to get caught up in something new and exciting.
I specifically recalled a certain house cleaner and their forbidden affair. I wanted to temper any over exuberance. Although, I had to admit a nagging curiosity that threatened to distract me from being a proper role model.
I snickered to myself thinking about my behavior as a role model. I was fucking my son, my adoptive son, his brother, my brother, my fiancΓ©'s brother. There might be a shorter list of who I wasn't fucking lately.
I looked at Jack. My beautiful boy. He had been the start of it all. A year ago I never would have imagined that one of the great loves of my life would be my own son. Now, here we were. In the throes of so much love that it couldn't be contained between two people, or even four.
Jack came over and sat in my lap. He cuddled into me. "Hey, what's this?" I asked him.
"You looked like you needed it." He said softly. I kissed him. I still got a spark of electricity when my lips touched his. "I love you, Daddy." He said and my heart melted all over again. He reminded me that there was no going back. If the twins paid us a visit, I'd welcome them with open arms, and more.