The Family Chapter 1

The Family Chapter 1

Codes: T/B Rimming, Anal

My family is different than most. I know for a fact there are families like mine out there, but I'm sure there aren't that many. I know that there are some out there, because my dad is friends with another guy who is the head of a family like mine. I never knew my family any other way than the way it is. I suppose that none of you know your families any other way than they are, but what I'm saying is that I didn't know my family was different until I was eight and spent the night with a friend from school. My dad had to sit me down the day before and grill me on what I could say and what I couldn't say. He told me to keep my clothes on and keep my hands to myself. I had thought it odd that he'd told me all of that, but when I got to my friend, Denny's house I understood. For one thing they were all wearing clothes.

A fact that I found strange was that his mother and father were married to each other. My mother died just a few weeks after I was born. Her sister, my aunt lived in town with her husband and their son, but she hated my father. She was constantly trying to save me and Ted from Dad.

This story isn't really about my aunt. This is about the family, and she isn't a part of our "family". As I was saying I got a huge shock when I spent the night at Denny's house. They had their clothes on and no one was doing anything at all that could be viewed as sexual. Denny's older brother, Cruise was there of course. He was a bit mean to us. I didn't know what to think about that. My brother was never mean to me. Denny's dad had very little to with us as well. I didn't understand that either. My dad was involved in every aspect of our lives. He was constantly asking us about school and what we'd done all day. He read to us and helped us with homework as well. Denny's dad was cold and distant.

We spent most of the evening in Denny's room. He had really cool games to play and we had fun, but I was still confused about his family. When I got home the next day my dad sat me down and asked me all about what had gone on. I told him that I was good. I kept my hands to myself, my clothes stayed on and I didn't tell them anything.

"They don't seem to like each other very much," I said when he was done making sure that I had followed the rules.

"Why do you say that?" Dad asked. We were sitting on the couch and I was in his lap. It was our usual position. We were also naked as I'd taken my clothes off almost as soon as I got into the house. He was lightly rubbing my stomach as we talked.

"Well his brother is mean to him," I said. "His dad probably said ten words to us the whole time I was there."

"I don't know what to tell you, Dave," he said. "Other families are all different. No two families are exactly alike."

"Uncle Mike's family is like ours," I argued.

"Yes, but Mike is my brother," he said. "He's part of our family. He just lives in the house next door."

"It was just different," I said with a sigh.

"Do you not want to spend time at Denny's house anymore?" he asked.

"I do," I said after a minute. "He needs someone to be nice to him."

"Just don't be too nice," he warned and I laughed.

"Dad," I said, dragging the word out with a sigh. "We had our clothes on the whole time. I didn't touch him that way."

"Good," he said, nudging me. "Now scoot while I make lunch. Why don't you see what your cousins are up to? There in your room."

I won't bore you with the mundane details of our lives when I was eight years old. Just know that in my family, clothing was optional and touching each other was encouraged as long as both parties involved were interested in touching. At eight years old I knew all about sex, and I'd at least seen most of what two people could do with each other. I had tried to suck my brother's dick, but all I could really get in my mouth was the head. He sucked mine every morning. I'd seen my dad fuck my brother and I wondered when it would be my turn and what I'd think about it when it happened.

My uncle lived next door to us with his two sons, and they were all just like us. I'd seen my uncle fuck my brother. I'd seen my dad fuck my uncle. I'd even seen both of them fuck my cousin. Chris was the same age as my brother. They even fucked each other from time to time. My cousin, Matt was a year younger than me and was always trying to suck dick like me.

So I thought I had my family figured out. Then a strange thing happened when I was nine. My dad started to date a woman named Sara. She had two daughters who were nearly the same age as me and Ted. My uncle threw a fit about Dad dating Sara all the time. He nearly had a heart attack when Dad announced that he and Sara were getting married. What none of us knew was that Dad had hatched a plan. Looking back on it I think just about everyone would think it was a sick plan, but Dad had a mind of his own.

Sara, her then eleven year old daughter Erica and her ten year old daughter Lisa moved in with us two weeks before the wedding. The only thing that really changed in our house was that there were now naked girls running around and one naked woman. It didn't take any of them long to get the hang of our family lifestyle though. Sara and her daughters were a lot like us. It just took a while for all of us to acclimate to the new arrangement.

Then things changed again when I was about to turn twelve. Ted and Erica were both fourteen by then and a new shock was about to hit us, or at least it shocked me and Lisa. Erica was suddenly pregnant. Dad and Ted made no bones about the fact that the father of Erica's baby was Ted. So my brother was going to be a father at fourteen and I was going to be an uncle. That summer little Robert "Bobby" Howell was born. He looked like my brother for the most part. I thought he was the coolest baby in the world.

Not long after that I overheard a conversation between my brother and my dad that set in motion the second part of what I now call "Dad's Plan." I'd just come back from hanging out with my cousins next door and Dad and Ted were in my dad's bedroom. I came in through the back door into the kitchen. Dad's room was just off the kitchen. I could hear them talking. I didn't pay attention at first. Then I heard my name.

"When I sucked Dave last night I noticed that his cum isn't watery anymore," Ted was saying to Dad. "It was the real thing."

"He's ready then," Dad said. Ready for what? "We'll have to sit him and Lisa down and have a talk with them. Maybe this time we won't need the turkey baster."

"You're never going to let me live that down, are you?" Ted asked. I had no idea what they were talking about.

"Probably not," Dad said with a chuckle.

After supper that night, while Erica was nursing Bobby Dad took me and Lisa out to the back yard. We sat at the picnic table and waited to find out what he wanted to talk to us about. I was a little afraid that I was in trouble for something. I just couldn't remember anything that I'd done that could get me into trouble. From the look in Lisa's eyes she was thinking pretty much the same thing.

"So what do you two think about little Bobby?" Dad asked, confusing me.

"He's so cute," Lisa said with a smile.

"He's cool," I said.

"How would you two like to have a little Bobby?" he asked, smiling at us.

"Us?" Lisa asked. I just sat there and looked at him.

"Yeah," he said. "This is your chance to have a baby of your own, Lisa."

"What do I have to do?" she asked.

"Well first we have to make sure that Dave is willing to have a baby with you," Dad said, looking at me.

"Is this what you want me to do?" I asked.

"Yes," he said. "I planned Erica and Ted's baby and now I'm planning yours with Lisa."

"All right," I said. I knew there was no arguing with Dad once he made up his mind.

Then the bad thing for me happened. Lisa started her period and Dad and Sara were all over it. They had a calendar with the days marked. Fourteen days after her first day I was supposed to have sex with her. The bad part was that I couldn't have any sex with anyone until that day. I hated that, because I loved to have sex with my brother and my cousins. Dad said I could suck dick all I wanted but I couldn't get my dick sucked and I couldn't fuck Ted or Chris until after the big day. He even put a metal device on my dick to keep me from playing with myself. He told me it was a male chastity device. I was really mad about it.

I didn't know anything about sex with girls. I knew from school how it was supposed to be done, but I'd never thought about doing it before. I talked to Ted about it and he laughed. He told me that he couldn't get it up to have sex with Erica so Dad had fucked him until he came into a rubber. Dad had used a turkey baster to get the cum out of the rubber and into Erica's pussy. So Erica still hadn't been fucked by a man. They had toys to play with much like we did so she had been penetrated but not fucked.

"Don't worry," Ted told me. "If it doesn't work the first time you can always do it the next month."

"You mean I'd have to wear this thing again?" I asked, pointing at my metal covered dick.

"Yeah," he said with a grin. "I know it sucks, but just look at little Bobby."

So for two weeks I wore that thing on my dick. I sucked Ted's dick. I sucked Chris's dick. I even sucked my dad's dick but I wasn't allowed to touch my own dick and no one else was either. It was hell. I know what you're thinking. I was twelve years old and I was whining about not being able to get off. Think of this though, I'd been introduced to the wonderful world of dry orgasms at eight years old. Sure they played with my dick and balls when I was younger, but sex didn't enter my mind much until puberty started. I know that they say puberty don't happen that early, but in my opinion when you go from completely uninterested to humping your bed puberty has begun. So not long after I turned eight puberty began to creep up on me. I was almost eleven when I had my first wet ejaculation. I don't say I came, because that wasn't exactly what it was.

What came out at first was watery and very thin. Ted absolutely loved it. So did Dad and Uncle Mike. Uncle Mike told me that it had been a long time since they'd tasted what he called little boy cum. I didn't know what he was talking about. I liked the fact that they liked the taste. It meant that they were sucking my dick all the time. It was about the time that I started having the watery ejaculations that my cousin Matt started to have the dry orgasms. He was just like me when I started having them. He humped everything in sight. He played with his dick all the time and begged everyone to suck his dick for him. He was just as addicted to the feeling of that orgasm as I had been. Only when I started to have the watery ejaculations the power of my orgasms more than doubled. I was more obsessed with that feeling than I'd ever been with the dry orgasms.

So the big day arrived and Lisa and I were left alone in her bedroom. I won't tell you about it here, because most of you would think it was gross. I didn't think it was gross exactly, but it wasn't something that I wanted to do a lot. I liked getting sucked off much more. Plus Lisa said it hurt her. She didn't bleed as I've since learned could happen, but that was probably because her hymen was broken a long time ago with the toys. I was just happy to get off again even if I did wish it was either in someone's mouth or Matt's ass.

The waiting game began. I got to go back to having sex whenever I wanted but Lisa looked worried all the time and Sara watched her like a hawk. It was more than a month before they gave her the home pregnancy test. I was just as upset as Lisa that it was negative. It meant that we'd have to do the whole thing over again. So we waited and waited for Lisa's next period but it didn't come. Sara decided to give her another pregnancy test because her period hadn't come. This one was positive. Lisa was pregnant and at twelve years old I was going to be a father.

Lisa was doted on and I was sucked off right and left. Dad was so proud of me, and Ted was happy that he wouldn't be the only one with a little one. Uncle Mike thought it was stupid. He'd allowed Chris to fuck Erica but only with a condom. He was a little upset to find out that Chris liked fucking her about as much as he liked any other form of sex. He talked to me about it after I'd fucked Lisa. He didn't understand that I thought it was okay but not as good as any of the other sex I'd had.

Round two of baby shopping happened. This time it was Lisa and Sara that were going shopping. The first time it had been Erica and Sara. I didn't know what to think of it. I just knew that Lisa would soon have a baby sucking her tits like her sister. I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. Erica sometimes complained that hers were sore from little Bobby sucking them all the time. Plus Lisa didn't have tits like her sister.

More changes happened shortly after Lisa got pregnant. Most of them happened to me, but quite a few happened to her. For one thing her breasts, as Sara insisted I call them grew almost over night. She also needed a lot of rest. Sara told my dad that she was awful young for this but it was too late. She was pregnant. Dad said that she would be fine and they stopped talking about it.

For me what changed big time was that I noticed the people around me a lot more. I'd always noticed them, but I hadn't thought about what they looked like one way or the other for the most part. Now I paid attention to things like my brother Ted was getting tall and filling out more. His dark hair was cut into a crew cut that waved across the top of his head. His brown eyes had amber colored specks in them which made them look really nice. He had a very nice ass too. He worked out with Chris a lot and it was beginning to show. His muscles were becoming more defined. He didn't have a six pack but it was starting to look like he would have one soon. I guess what I was saying was that my brother Ted was a good looking fourteen year old boy.

My cousin Chris was a good looking fourteen year old boy as well but in a different way. He had the same olive complexion as his younger brother. They'd gotten their complexion from their mother who I had never met. He had the same dark hair and brown eyes as the rest of us, but his eyes were darker than Ted's. His hair was a shade darker than Ted's. Where Ted had what Dad called coffee colored hair, Chris had jet black hair. He and Ted worked out together a lot like I reported earlier, but Chris was a bit more defined that Ted. Chris had the beginnings of the six pack, washboard stomach.

Matt looked like a younger version of Chris just like I looked like a younger version of Ted. We had the same amber speckled eyes, the same coffee hair that was cut into the same crew cut. Mine didn't wave like Ted's did though. Mine sort of stuck up all over the top. Matt's wanted to curl all the time. Dad and Mike looked alike. They were two years apart but looked almost like twins.

Ted and I got our naturally tanned complexion from Dad. He shared that complexion with Uncle Mike. They looked like their dad who I'd only seen in pictures. Grandma and Grandpa Howell were both dead before I was born. My maternal grandparents were living in London and I'd only seen them in pictures as well. Those pictures were on the wall at Aunt Linda's house. I didn't like to go over there much so I didn't see them much.

Sara was a beautiful woman with long honey colored hair and very bright blue eyes. Erica and Lisa looked a lot like her, but Lisa had darker hair that was almost as dark as mine. They shared their blue eyes though. At school Erica was one of the good looking girls and she hung out with the other good looking girls. Ted and Chris hung out with the jocks. Matt and I just stuck together.

School started, and just like last year there was a pregnant girl among the students. Lisa was the one they whispered about and the teachers looked at with mixtures of concern and disgust. Just like Ted I made no attempt to hide the fact that I was the father of her baby. That got a lot of people to whisper about me, too. The teachers looked at me with disgust. It wasn't mixed with concern, no not for me. I was the boy after all. It was all my fault.

Denny hung out with me and Matt though. He didn't whisper, at least not where we could see. He talked to us like he always did. I had never paid much attention to the fact that Denny had really cool dark blonde hair and brown eyes or that he was probably the best looking boy in our year.

"So the talk around school is that you knocked up your stepsister," Denny said at lunch that day.

"Yeah," I said. "I've heard the talk."

"Is it true?" he asked. "I mean I know your brother and Erica had a baby last year but you?"

"It's true," I said. "We're having a baby. Everyone will stop whispering eventually. Lisa will go to the alternative school just like Erica did and she'll come back next year like Erica came back this year. Once she's out of the school the others will go back to ignoring me like they always did."

"Well they don't ignore you guys," Denny said softly. "You guys ignore practically everyone else. If I hadn't pushed we wouldn't be friends."

"That's not true," said Matt. "You have sat with us at lunch every year, and you were in Dave's class before they started breaking them into hours."

"Yeah, all right," Denny said with a grin. "Don't get all sweet on me."

He was always saying things like that to Matt. I didn't know why, but Matt had thought for a while that Denny had figured out what was happening in our family. I told him that was nuts because the only way he could know anything was if one of us told him. None of us talked about the family outside the family, so Denny didn't know anything other than what we let him know.

"Safer to get sweet on you, Denny," Matt said, grinning at Denny's shocked look. "You can't get pregnant."

"That's bad," laughed Denny. "Finally growing a pair, Matt? Or are you borrowing Dave's?"

"Can't borrow what he don't have," laughed Matt. "Lisa has Dave's balls."

"That's not funny," I said as they laughed. Denny still looked shocked, and I was a little shocked myself.

Matt never gave anything back. He was always so afraid that someone would figure out that he was having sex with his brother, father, uncle and cousins all the time. To have him give Denny back what Denny had tried to give him was a shock. It was a pleasant shock, but a shock none the less. I grinned at him for a stupidly long time over that one.

That night my dad told me that we had to go to the old house the next day to meet with Social Services. It was old hat and had happened before. The most recent time was when Erica got pregnant and Ted told everyone he was the father. I was coached on what to say, but I wasn't stupid enough to tell them anything. One of the teachers at the school must have called Social Services that very morning.

We met with Tom Spanner from Social Services the next day at the old house. We called it the old house but we'd never actually lived there. We each used it when we wanted to be alone. It was the small three bedroom house that sat in front of the house we actually lived in. He asked a lot of questions but in the end he said there was nothing for Social Services to get involved in. Sara told him that Lisa had already seen the doctor. Granted that doctor was one of my dad's best friends. He had a family similar to ours but he was fucking girls not boys. She had the notes from the doctor and everything looked fine. We told them that we'd seen a show on television and decided to try what we'd seen. He told my dad and stepmother to watch what we saw on television. Then he was gone.

We actually laughed about it at supper that night. Ted told me all about his interview with Social Services after Erica got pregnant. His had gone basically like mine but Mr. Spanner had told me that he thought I was trying to be like my older brother. I just told him that I looked up to my brother a lot. In the end there wasn't a case founded against any of us. Life went right back to the way it was for us.

I was right about the whispers and stares stopping as soon as Lisa wasn't there anymore. She went to the alternative school for pregnant girls and kids who just couldn't fit in with the other students. She'd be there until the baby was born and then she'd come back to school next year. The only one who commented on it was Denny.

Lisa's belly got bigger and bigger as the school year went on. At Christmas we got sonogram pictures of the baby. It was a boy. She and Sara started talking about names for the baby. I asked them if I could name him. I mean he was my son after all. They asked me what I wanted to name him and I said Jonathon. So it was decided that the baby's name was Jonathon David Howell. We'd call him Johnny. Then on Saturday, April 10, 1999 Jonathon David Howell was born. He weighed five pounds and ten ounces. He was 18 inches long.

So there was a new baby in the house. Lisa couldn't nurse him though. Her breasts had swollen, but there was no milk in them for some reason. Dad said that it was just because she was so young when she had the baby. I didn't know enough about that stuff to say anything. Instead I had to think about the first time I'd be fucked. I knew that Dad was planning that, but I wasn't all the excited about it. Ted had used toys on me, and sometimes it was fun but a lot of times it just made me feel like I was going to throw up. I didn't really like the bigger toys in my ass.

Ted doesn't fuck anyone. For some reason he can't cum without something in his ass. I don't know why and neither does he. Dad says it's because he's a true bottom. I don't know about that. Instead of Ted topping me for the first time, Dad and Uncle Mike got Chris to do it. That was fine with me because I liked him just as much as I liked my brother.

He came to spend the night the Friday after Johnny came home from the hospital. We went into Dad's room and got on the bed. Dad suggested that Chris rim me first, so he put a folded pillow under my butt, lifting me enough so that when I pulled my knees to my chest my hole was exposed. I felt very vulnerable in that position. I wondered if the rest of them felt that way when they were like this. My dad was probably never like this because he doesn't get fucked.

I've been rimmed before. Dad, Uncle Mike, Chris, Ted and Matt have all rimmed me in the past. I liked it, but not the way the rest of them did. Dad said he loved to be rimmed. Ted could cum from being rimmed if you did it right and long enough. Chris said it was almost as good as having his dick sucked and Matt got loud when he was being rimmed. It just didn't do anything like that for me. It was nice, I'll give it that. I just didn't think it was the most amazing sensation in the world.

Chris was good at rimming. He loved to get his tongue up there and really get into it. I'd seen him rim Ted like he was rimming me and I knew that Ted would have cum all over his chest by now. I was just lying there thinking it felt good. Dad was watching my face. I looked up at him and saw that there was a look on his face that I couldn't identify.

"Use your fingers now," Dad said. "Go for his prostate. You know how."

Chris sucked on his index finger for a minute and the slowly inserted it into my ass. It felt all right, but I knew that he was trying to find my prostate. I don't think Ted had found it any of the times he used a toy on me. I definitely didn't react the way the he did if he'd actually found it any of the times he'd fucked me with one of the toys. Chris moved his finger around, and I kept waiting for that jolt of pleasure Ted described to me but it never came. Once I though the touched something that felt better than any other place he'd put his finger but I could have been wrong.

"I'm rubbing his prostate with my finger," Chris said, looking up at my Dad.

"Do you feel anything, Dave?" Dad asked, looking at my face.

"No," I said. "I feel his finger in my ass. That's all."

"You don't have a sensitive prostate," he said. "Just stretch him and we'll see how he reacts to fucking."

"All right," Chris said with a sigh. Clearly he was disappointed by the fact that I didn't have a sensitive prostate. He was no more disappointed than I was.

Dad handed him a bottle of lube and he used it to get two fingers wet and slippery. Then he worked them into my ass. I felt a little more full, but it didn't feel good. When he added the third finger I thought I was going to have to say something. It was feeling worse with every finger. He must have decided that I was stretched enough because now he was rubbing lube all over his dick. I began to feel sick to my stomach as I watched him. He put the head of his dick to my hole and applied pressure. There was a strange feeling that washed over me. My head felt full of fuzz and it was difficult to hear. My face grew hot like when I was blushing and that feeling in my stomach got stronger. As he pushed the head of his dick through my sphincter I nearly retched. When he finally bottomed out I turned my head and vomited my dinner all over my dad's bed.

Then his dick was out of my ass, I was sitting up and coughing and retching like crazy. My dad was rubbing my back and Chris was saying he was sorry over and over again, but I just felt horrible. Dad told me to go take a shower. He said he'd clean up the mess while I was gone. I got off his bed and left the room. In the shower I thought about what it had felt like to be fucked and realized that I never wanted to be fucked again. Chris and Ted said it was the greatest. Even Uncle Mike liked to get fucked. Why didn't I?