CW: Incest.
All the characters in the story are over 18 years old.
Eric:
I was excited for spring break. Not because I finally graduated from high school at almost twenty years old. But my brother Sam would be staying home for the entire time. I haven't seen him for almost a year now.
Both of us have followed a similar trajectory in education. He graduated high school when he was twenty. He is twenty-three now. Don't get it wrong in any way. We are not a stupid family or anything where it takes us longer to graduate.
The thing is, our mother died when I was only fifteen and Sam was only eighteen. We lost her to breast cancer. It was really hard for our entire family. Both of us took a year off from school. The first couple of months were unbearable. That was the only time I had seen my father openly cry like that.
A few weeks after my mother's passing, dad talked to the school board and pulled us away for a year. He then sent both Sam and me to live with our grandparents. My father was having a really hard time coping with the death. Both Sam and me were worried about his well-being. The idea of dad staying alone by himself at that state did not sit right with any of us.
So we had a proper talk with our grandparents about it. Since Sam was already older than eighteen, we decided that at least he should be there with dad.
I still think Sam saved our dad's life. Being alone in the house that you built with your late wife can mess you up. And Sam also understood that.
Which is why Sam tried his best to keep dad out of the house at all times. They were out most of the times, busy with physical activities. No matter the time of the time I called them; they were either, hiking, jogging, swimming, playing basketball. They were almost always out of breath.
I think my father's mental health improved a lot as a result. He was able to fill a hole in place of my mother.
I moved back in a year later. And, understandably so, the relationship between dad and Sam was much stronger than before. They hugged a lot tighter; and I had seen dad kiss Sam on the lips on a couple of different occasions.
Sam would alternate between using daddy or dad to call our father. It was only dad for me. It did get confusing for me from time to time. But we had only one father. So I got used to it.
And naturally, dad was really sad when Sam had to move out to another state for college. After he moved out, dad completely switched into a workaholic person. He was almost never home. In a year, he quit his well-paying job and launched his own business.
I rarely saw my own father in our home for the next nine months. And frankly, I don't even know what the business was about. Dad told me that it was a website that specializes in selling niche products.
He had a rough start. But judging by his attitude in the present day, he was able to successfully penetrate the market. And now we could be considered as a somewhat rich household.
His gift to me on my eighteenth birthday was a credit card. He told me that the card had a monthly spending limit. I would have to find out what it was by myself.
I knew dad wanted to spoil me given the rough period I had to go through. But I didn't want to turn into one of those brats that never appreciated the good things in life. All I know is that the limit is more than 1200 dollars.
Dad has been so comfortable with the business, that he decided he would drive out of the state by himself to bring his oldest son back from college. And I was home, waiting for them to come back.
If they were to drive straight back home when I received the text of them meeting up; they would have been home by afternoon. But it was almost midnight when I received another text from Sam. He informed me that they had some car trouble and had to stay the night at a motel.
Naturally, I worried about them. So I gave him a call. It took Sam a while to receive the call.
"Hey Eric!" He sounded out of breath.
"Is everything alright Sam?" I ask. "What kind of car trouble? Are you two alright?"
"Of course we're alright, unh, you worry tooooo much."
"Why do you sound like that?"
"Mmmm, like what ... ooh ... I don't know what you're talking about."
"You sound like you've been hiking again."
I think I heard a faint whisper, 'For one minute, stop.' Then he said. "Oh that." He paused, catching his breath again before saying. "It's raining real hard right now, so ... fucking ... hard."
"What?"
"Ah yes, we had to run inside the motel room. That took my breath away."
"Is dad with you right now?"
"No ... he's in the shower, getting ... wet and ready ... for bed."
"You two aren't going to share a bed, are you?"
"No, there are two bed in this room." I heard some slathering noises on the phone. "You'd have to squeeze in real tight for two people to fit in there ... real tight."
"What's that noise?"
"Oh that?" I heard the noise closing in this time. "Daddy's taking a shower. It's the noise of the running water."
I was about to say something else when Sam said.
"I need to take a shower too now. Bye Eric!"
I heard some incoherent whispering before the phone line cut off.
I was alone for the night in our house. It didn't take me too long to get horny. I hooked up my laptop with the living room TV and started watching porn. I opened up a specific Latina porn star giving a POV blowjob. The 40-minute-long scene was one of my favourites. She looked so hot sucking that dick. The guy kept moaning all throughout the video. And that dick did look yummy and pretty luscious. I then opened up an hour long cock worship compilation video and edged myself for as long as I could.
Sam:
Daddy insisted on picking me up from college. I was wearing a loose fitting grey gabardine pants and tight white t-shirts while I waited with a small bag in front of a mall. Dad told me about the time and place where he would pick me up from.
I texted Eric that dad was here, even before we met. I just estimated the time it would take for dad to drive to the college and sent the text.
The mall was 5 miles away from college. I had to take a bus there.
But it was for our own good. We haven't seen each other for more than a month. He visited me frequently and took me out for our love sessions. But the last of these sessions had taken place long ago. My dick was straining my jockstrap in anticipation.
I was waiting to see a green sedan pull up and daddy to pick me up. Instead, I was hugged from behind and felt a dick pressing against my backside.
I knew who it was. I just moaned and asked him about what his plans were.
"I'll fuck you for the whole day." Daddy growled in my ears. "Anywhere!"
I grinded my ass against his crotch. "So, what's stopping you now."
Even in public, he had me turn around and gave me a sloppy kiss. This is why we didn't meet in front of my dorm. A lot of people knew that we were father and son.
Dad looked down at the small bag I had with me; clearly thinking about ditching the bag. He asked me about what was inside the bag.
"Mostly toys and lube." I smilingly answered him. "We can put it in the backseat of your car and carry on with your plan with me daddy."
"I parked the car in the basement. We're not going there yet."
Daddy went to the first store that had visible lockers in the mall; gave the security a couple hundred bucks and told him to keep the bag safe for a few hours.
He then grabbed my hand, and took me to an almost deserted corner of the third floor of the mall. It was like he knew the place by heart. He then took me to the bathroom in the corner, locked the door, and fucked my throat in one of the stalls.
As soon as we got out, daddy brought a keychain out of his pocket and opened up one of the closed spaces. It was huge inside and I was having a hard time figuring out how daddy got the keys to this place.
"I bought this place!" Daddy announced.
"To have sex?"
