Everyone gets in on the action – MM, MFM, FF.
All characters are over 18.
Thanks to LarryInSeattle for his editing.
Enjoy
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Owen lifts his head. He's laughing so hard his cheeks glisten with tears. He gulps, swallowing another guffaw, struggling for control. The faces that surround him range from concern to amusement. He wipes his eyes with one hand. His other is still wrapped around Mark's cock.
"Owen? Are you okay, sweetheart?" Bill's mother asks him. Her concern is evident in the tone of her voice. He doesn't need to see her face to know he'll see, not scorn or disapproval, but simple concern. Laughter dies in his throat. Now, he struggles not to cry. He tries to remember the last time his mother expressed any real concern about his well-being. He comes up with – never.
He nods, not trusting his voice.
Mark squeezes his shoulder. "What was so funny, dude?"
That one Owen can answer. He waves his free hand at the group. "This. Jesus Pete, look at us. With all this, what worries you is whether I'm okay with your brother, YOUR BROTHER, fucking you instead of me. I mean for fuck sake, really? That's the question?" He shakes his head.
Bill moves to sit beside his brother. He cups the back of Owen's neck with one hand and leans forward, touching their foreheads together. "Dude, I told you, if it's too much, say so. Let's go inside. Let's get dressed and go chill some place. Fuck, the ocean's right over there, let's go swimming."
"Your mom says we can't go swimming until an hour after the sharks have eaten," Owen whispers. He doesn't laugh this time. He giggles. He collapses between Mark's legs, clutches his sides and giggles.
"Mom, what is he talking about?" Jill asks. Hearing the fear in her voice, Jim pulls her closer to his side.
"Nothing, sweetie. Inside joke." She looks at Owen. "Very funny, young man. Very funny. If I didn't know better, I'd swear Mark or Bill put you up to that."
"Nope," Mark assures her. "Owen is a genuine, all-on-his-own smartass. I knew it from the start."
Owen struggles to sit up. He gasps, wipes his eyes.
"Y'all, I'm sorry. I'm not laughing at you and I'm no crazier than most, I don't think I am anyway. It's just most days I spend most of my time making sure I don't do anything 'queer'. Most days I get lectured about the fiery lake and sin. Most days I imagine what it'd be like to have someone I could ask, say, or do, whatever I wanted without worrying about getting my ass kicked or looked at like I was something the dog yacked up on the carpet. That's my most days. Then, poof, I'm in the middle of a naked family and a naked neighbor and everyone seems perfectly fine with doing whatever to whoever. That's a fucking quantum leap beyond 'cognitive dissonance'. That's all." He takes a deep breath. "As far as the original question, do I mind if Bill fucks his brother, only in the sense I was hoping Bill would fuck me." He shakes his head. "I cannot believe I said that out loud. That's as weird as the fact I was expecting to be fucked in front of all y'all. Jesus."
"Well, I could fuck you. I think fucking you would be baller."
They all stare at Jill. Before anyone can speak, she snaps at them. "With a dildo, assholes. With a dildo. Pegging. I'm well aware of, and remain grateful of, the fact, I don't have a dick."
Owen smiles at her. "Okay, now, finally, it's getting weird. You want to fuck me with a dildo?"
"Well, yeah. Duh. Muriel has called dibs on my lover's beautiful black cock. So, except for daddy." She swivels her head, eyes widening. "Daddy?"
Her father shakes his head. "Not tonight, Jill. Not tonight. Tonight I'm your mom's, and only your mom's. Happy to lend moral support, or maybe I should say immoral support, but tonight my body is the exclusive property of your mother's."
"Do you want to, dear?" Meg asks as she squeezes his arm.
"Want to? Sure, I want to but not tonight. I'm bi," he adds for Owen, who is back to looking utterly befuddled.
"Of course you are," Owen whispers. "So, how is this supposed to work? I get to suck Mark, while being pegged by Jill, as Mark gets fucked by Bill. That right? Meanwhile, Muriel is getting DP'ed by Ben and Jim. Did I miss anybody? Oh, fuck, I did. Meg."
"Meg'll be fine, sugar. I've not had near enough pussy for the one night," Muriel growls. "Now that everyone has their stage instructions, why don't we roll the cameras. I'm about to bust with frustration here."
"You must be," Meg interjects with a snicker. "Ben's on his back, you're on top of him, face down with Jim's cock in your ass. How exactly am I supposed to get my snatch in your mouth? I'm not in one of your yoga classes. I can't do some reversed flying tiger shit."
"Maybe you could squeeze in and sit on my face?"
Meg looks at her husband. "That's sweet, honey, but I don't think that will work either." She shakes her head. "Besides, what's the big deal. Watchin' the bunch of you fucking away is gonna be plenty of fun."
"Meg, honey be a dear and run up to my room," Muriel says. "You know where I keep all my toys. Grab a strapon for Jill and something for yourself. While you're doing that I'll think on this a minute."