"Give it to me, let me get a taste of your hard, fleshy meat," I heard from the bedroom, "Let me get a suck on Daddy's dick."
It was my brother's voice, but I couldn't believe what he was saying, he sounded like he was begging to suck cock. As far as I knew, my brother was completely straight. He was 21, I was 19. He had had a string of attractive girlfriends in the past and I had never heard any rumour or suggestion that his tastes were for anything else. And yet here was clearly his voice begging for something quite different. Although it scared me, I knew I had to find out more. I headed for the room.
"Yeah, you like that, son, you like licking Dad's dick," sure enough, there was a second voice and it was my dad's, "Yeah, take it, take my cock in your mouth."
Even though I had heard my brother ask for "Daddy's dick", I was still every bit as surprised to hear it really was the voice of our dad replying to him, telling him to blow his dick. I had maybe thought that even if my brother was genuinely asking to suck cock, that "Daddy" was just a nickname, not his real father. Just like my brother, my dad had never been anything but straight, he had been married to our mother for years and had had two children with her, they seemed like a perfect marriage. So, why was he asking his elder son to go down on his cock?
I knew that I was about to uncover something that shocked me, but I needed to know if what I heard was true, I needed to see for myself if my straight brother and my straight father were engaged in an incestuous gay sex act. Without giving it another thought, I pushed on to the bedroom and barged through the door.
"Oh God, Dad, I love your dick," my brother was gasping as I entered the room.
Sure enough, there he was, totally stark naked, his firm, toned ass facing toward me, his face buried in his parental crotch. Our dad stood proud and just as naked before him, his dick was firm, erect, jutting straight forward from his still well built body. His hands were on his son's head, pushing his mouth around and down his quivering love muscle.
"Take it, son, suck your Dad's dick, there's a good boy," he moaned, fucking my brother's face.
I didn't know how to react to this scene. It was strange, distressing, confusing and exciting at the same time. I didn't know whether to run screaming from the room or to reach down and find where my incest voyeurism had got me hard and start jacking myself off. Instead, I decided to find out what on earth my straight men of family were doing sucking each other off.
"Dad, bro, what the hell?" I said, drawing their attention from each and onto me, "What are you doing?"
"Son, ugh," Dad grunted, his dick still in his other son's mouth, "I didn't want you to β ah β find out this way. But we're β uh β gay. The whole family. Oh, fuck, son, I can't hold back!"
As he tried to explain himself to me, my elder brother had continued to suck down on Dad's hardness until he could take it no more, he started to shoot streams of sticky cum right in his son's face until my brother had a whole mouthful and was dribbling spunk down his chin.
"Oh boy, that's good," my brother moaned, "Give me your cum, Dad."
As my naked brother licked our father's cum off his lips, he tried to explain himself to me.
"For years our family has been a respectable one to everyone in the outside world, but there has always been something strong in our family's genetic make up that has made our urges different from the respectable. I first realised when I was your age that I was starting to desire other men, to want their firm, toned bodies, to admire their cocks in the shower.
I knew that people didn't approve of these feelings, these homosexual urges, that society wouldn't approve and neither would the family. Still, I decided to come clean to my own father about what I was feeling. Somehow I knew that he would have a solution to how my gay feelings could be purged.
'You did right to come to me son,' my father told me, 'These feelings you have are something we have always had to deal with in our family. All the men in our family have these urges and we must never let the wider world know of them. We must remain respectable. So, I will tell you what my own father did for me. We keep these feelings in the family. If you are having lustful thoughts about another man, make it one in your own family. If you need to relieve those urges with another man, it must be someone in your family. That way nobody outside the family will ever find anything out of the ordinary in us.'
I admit that I was quite shocked by this answer. And yet the solution my father offered me equally started to seem pretty good. I needed so badly to enjoy sex with another man, and the idea of it happening under my own roof fulfilled my desires pretty well. In fact, as I thought it over, the unnatural situation of making love to my father just added to the unnaturalness of my homosexual feelings to make me more aroused.
'Listen, son, I'm glad you know this now,' my father went on, 'Because your tight young virgin hole is just what I need.'
This surprised me even further, I had never heard my father speak like that, but it got me pretty excited. In fact, it's getting me pretty excited even thinking about it now."
My dad broke off his story to look lustfully around the room. His eyes ran over my brother's still naked body. My brother's hard erection showed how much he had enjoyed going down on dad's dick and it seemed that dad, right in the middle of his story was about to return the favour. He grabbed his son's hard cock and lay down on his back, spreading his legs to invite his son in.