Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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"What do you mean it's normal? It's not normal for my father to be having sex with his brother. There's nothing "normal" about that."
My roommate, George just smiled. He could be annoying at times. Impossible to fluster or annoy. He just let life roll off.
"Sam, I love ya. We're best friends and I've told you before, your just too black and white. This stuff happens a lot more than you want to admit."
"Yeah, maybe with guys with Technicolor hair or weird clothes, but my father is an Ironworker, a Navy veteran and I can tell you from personal observation he fucks my mom like crazy. I think my Uncle drugged him or something."
George paused, "So what's your Uncle like?"
"Oh, he's so different from my dad. They're non-fraternal twins. Uncle Al has a Masters Degree in Fine Arts. He's an author, writes thrillers, good ones."
"But no Technicolor hair or dresses, or makeup? He doesn't prance around? He have a wife?"
"Does he have a wife? Oh shit. She makes my mom look like a dog. Beth is tall, slinky, nice tits, an ass you want to bite, plus she just oozes sex."
"Sure she's not a man in disguise?" George smiled.
"Oh fuck no! I peeked once while she was changing. She shaves, everything. I'm still whacking off to that image."
"How about your younger brother? He part of this? What's he like?
"Rod? I don't know. He's four years younger than me. He's got a girlfriend. What are you saying?"
"Well, your brother is normal, right?"
"Yeah, well, I assume so. Hey, he's got nothing to do with this. I know what I saw.
"You say you saw your dad and uncle having sex, right? But they don't look or act, 'queer'. Sounds confusing. Maybe you didn't see clearly or not at all and only overheard a conversation that you took out of context."
"Out of context? Ha. You need to see this."
I went to my duffel and, with some difficulty, found the thumb drive.
While I was home on vacation I had been, well, an asshole. My parents are good looking. Dad, like me, tall, lean, we both swim for exercise and hit the gym. Mom too. She's taller than average, her tits, not so big, but so fine. Tight waist, round butt. I don't care if it sounds sick but she's hot. They fuck all the damn time. Me, I broke up with June, in June, the irony was not lost on me, and have been solo ever since. Listening to mom and dad, while stroking, may have warped my perspective. I wanted to see. I knew it was wrong, spying, family. But well, no but, I just did.
June had been a dynamic lover, wild, passionate. She consumed sex and she brought out a part of me I didn't know existed. I let go. Let my passion run, opened up, was vulnerable. Then she dumped me. I was conflicted and horny, and angry, lonely, and confused. The genius in crisis. Thus my distorted thought process when I decided to spy on my parents having sex.
Just before I went back I got a camera and hid it in their room.
Figures, mom got called away on a family matter. So the night before I'm coming back to college I retrieved the camera. I was going through the card and found it had recorded. Was my dad fucking around on mom? I played the file.
All the way back to college I tormented myself over what I saw, and what I did. My life was very defined and categorized. I liked it that way, simple. I'm a math major, it's in my DNA. Thing's are, or they are not. Now, this incident had put my life in a blender and I wasn't doing well at all. For June I stepped out of myself, I enjoyed it but I felt like a fool when she dumped me. I returned to embracing a mathematical clarity of thought. That crutch had been kicked away and now I needed a voice of reason to help me cope, move on, accept. George was that voice.
We met freshman year and have been best friends ever since. He, like me, is a genius, others words, not ours. He's a Physics major. He's not real tall but scrappy. He swims, I beat him all the time and lifts. He's got a girlfriend, since freshman year, Laney. He's going to ask her to marry him. They're a bit kinky too. On one trip George arranged it so I could watch them fuck. Words are not adequate to describe my memories.
But he's also wise. He has this amazing world view. Spending time with him is such a privilege that I am blessed to share an apartment with him. But right now, he needs to have that smug world of his knocked around.
I pulled out my laptop.
"This is a video from a camera I set up."
George raised an eyebrow.
"I set it up to watch mom and dad, not my uncle."
George just smiled. I blushed, hard.
"Look, just watch, you'll see."
George reached out and took the drive, "Let's put it on the big screen, so there'll be no question."
George's laptop was linked to our sixty-inch TV. He stuck the drive in and, in seconds had the video cued. George got up from his desk chair and pointed to the two-person futon we used to game and watch sports.
"Let's get comfortable and see what this is all about."
So damn calm and easy going. I'm wound up so tight right now. He got two beers and we plonked down on the futon, half-reclined, as usual, throwing his feet up on the big ottoman. Just like we're gonna watch the world cup. Me on the left side, George on the right. No big deal. Just my dad being a pervert and his son, the sicko, enjoying it.
I had put the camera up on a bookshelf in the corner of his bedroom. The bed filled most of the frame, with the door to the left.
Dad and Uncle Al walk in, wearing speedos. It's obvious they both have boners.
"Al, you need to be a little more discreet when we're by the pool."
"Come on, Ray, you've got a fence."
"Only six feet and the neighbor has a two-story house. He'd love to see my brother rubbing my cock through my swimsuit."
Al laughed, "Took you a while to complain."
"Yeah, well it's been a while. Ruth is a lot of fun, but it's not like this."
They merge and their mouths collide. The moans as they kiss are a sound track to their crotches pressed together and undulating. Dad's hand moves down and into Al's suit, clutching his firm ass. They pause kissing.
"Oh fuck Ray, I miss this. Finger my ass, please."
Al puts his hands behind dad's head and they kiss some more. Moaning and grinding. I could see dad's hand deep down Al's suit, moving back and forth.
"Take em off, Ray."
I watched as my father knelt in front of his brother, gently slipped his fingers into the waistband of Al's suit, and pushed it down, letting his brother's hard cut cock spring free.
On the futon, my body was ignoring my moral confusion by making my cock rigid. The same thing happened the first time I watched this. Nylon running shorts and no briefs let my pole fly at full mast. By the time I noticed, I saw George's eyes flick over. No point in trying to hide it now. George knows what a sick perv he has for a roommate. Then I glanced and saw that George had a boner too. Sticking straight up in his shorts. Guess he's commando too. I didn't understand why I was excited and now I'm confused that George is.
Dad slipped the speedo down, and Al stepped out and flicked it away with his foot. Dad grasped Uncle Al's cock around the base. It seemed to pulse with need. His mouth opened and his tongue extended, bathing his brother's cock head. Al just moaned.
"I love your cock, brother."
Al gasped and sighed as my father slid his mouth over the smooth head of his brother's hard cock and took over half of it into his mouth.
I could feel the sensation in my own cock, twitching from the stimulus.
"Oh fuck Ray, that's nice. It's been way too long."
