Porn in the Family

It began like it always did. A rustling under the covers, hands groping up David's thighs, then warm lips taking his flaccid dick into a hot, wet mouth. Henry Nelson had been sucking his older brother off occasional mornings for the last year. A month ago they had graduated to fucking sometimes--always David fucking Henry, never the reverse. Henry was gay. David was not, but he was broad-minded enough to accommodate his brother's horny predilections.

Henry was good at cocksucking. His full lips gripped Dave's cock hard on every upstroke, lubricated by heavy salivation. Then he swallowed hard, taking his brother's thick length down to the pubic hair. And Hank could keep up a strong pace for a long time without tiring--long enough to bring his brother off.

Dave's cock grew harder in Hank's mouth. He threw off the covers so he could watch Hank sucking him. He didn't feel like he would be able to last very long this morning, not with the vigor that his younger brother was going at it.

"You're hot for it this morning, aren't you?"

All his brother gave him was a muffled "mmph". The slick drag of Hank's tongue on the underside of his cock was bringing Dave closer and closer to climax. Usually Dave liked to pull out and spew all over Hank's face, who kept his mouth open to catch random strings of cum. But sometimes he liked how Hank milked him when he came in his mouth. Hank's hunger for cum was a turn-on for his older brother. Dave didn't understand that hunger himself, having instead a taste for twat. But it didn't matter: his little brother was a reliable source of pleasure. When it came to getting sucked off, a boy's mouth was as good as a girl's.

Actually, Dave thought Hank was better than any girl who had ever blown him.

David felt that peaking sensation and his pelvis stiffened. Hank knew the signals and added his hand to the job, stroking hard while working the head with his lips and tongue. Dave began grunting and finally let out a gasp as he began spewing his load into his brother's mouth. It was a really big load this morning.

"Jesus, you're really into it today!"

Henry was a bit breathless. He was panting a little as he ran his tongue over his semen-slicked lips. After a second he said, "I've got something to show you tonight. You won't believe it."

"Do I want to?"

"It's not a trick or anything. I saw this video you should see. It won't take long."

Dave's interest was piqued. "Okay. No time now?"

"Nuh-uh. This is worth the wait." He got up and grabbed his robe. "Besides, I have to get to an early cheerleading practice. And you have, what, a lit class this morning?"

"Yeah, you go ahead and get in the shower. I'll help dad with breakfast."

Dave wondered at the peculiar smile that came to his brother's lips. Then Hank leaned in, kissed Dave, then turned and went into the bathroom. The taste of his own cum on his brother's mouth was kind of kinky turn-on for him. He watched his brother heading for the bathroom, admiring Hank's broad shoulders and tight ass.

On his way downstairs he passed by Maggie's room. She was and Dave were twins; they were both 22 and Hank was 20 years old. As with his younger brother, Dave and Maggie sometimes had sex. Their encounters were more sporadic, however, because they each had other sexual partners, sometimes steady, sometimes not. He opened the door and went to sit on the bed. Maggie was sleeping face-down. Dave put his hands on her butt and started massaging. Slowly, and with lots of warm moans, she came around. She turned her head, opened her eyes, focused on Dave, and smiled at him.

"Morning."

"Morning, Mags." He bent down and kissed her. "Up and at 'em."

"Mmm." She closed her eyes again and then frowned a little. "Do you smell cum?"

* * *

Downstairs Mark Nelson was making coffee. David came into the kitchen and squeezed his father's upper arm. Mark turned and smiled at his son.

"Morning."

"Morning, dad. What can I do?"

"Beat some eggs? I've got smoked salmon and pickled cauliflower out. Grab whatever else you think Maggie and Hank will want."

"Toast? Bagel?"

"None for me, thanks."

David smiled as he got out the eggs and broke some into a mixing bowl. His dad had become scrupulous about his diet in the last few years, cutting down on carbohydrates in favor of meats and vegetables. And he made sure to exercise regularly. The results were evident: Mark was 43 but could have been mistaken for thirty. He was fit--a lot more fit than some people half his age--and had a handsome face. More than one of Dave's girlfriends had told him, 'I would totally do your dad'. And, once, while he and Mags were screwing, she whispered, "Oh, yessss! Fuck me, daddy!"

"Hey, don't overbeat the eggs! They'll be too tight when you scramble them." Mark put his hands on Dave's shoulders and gave them an affectionate squeeze.

Many of Dave's friends had commented that the Nelson family touched each other a lot. For a time he'd felt self-conscious about it, but some of those friends also said they envied that closeness, so eventually he started wondering why other families didn't touch each other. It seemed sad to him. He tapped one of his dad's hands.

"I'll get those two down while you scramble--I don't want to ruin breakfast." He grinned and turned to go, his dad swatting his ass playfully.

* * *

That evening Hank yanked Dave's arm and dragged him over to his computer.

"I'm studying!"

Hank drew a gaze on his brother and held it for two seconds. "Do you want a blowjob?" he purred.

Dave inclined his head. "Well..."

"Tough shit. Watch this."

Peeved, Dave looked at the computer screen. There was a video frozen on pause. Hank hit the spacebar and the video started back up. It looked like low-quality peplum movie, probably ripped from a VHS tape. Some guys in togas and such walked into the static camera range. The men started pulling up and/or off their ancient garb and started handling each other's cocks.

"Hank, I'm not interested in gay porn." He moved to walk away; Hank stayed him with a hand on his arm.

"Dave, give it a minute. Please?"

David sighed and rolled over a chair. He sat and watched.

A twinky blond got down on all fours. Another blond knelt and waggled his half-hard dick at the boy's face, who immediately engulfed it. The camera panned to the fellator's back-end, where another guy was slapping his hefty cock on the bottom's asscheeks. Then he started forcing his schlong into the boy's butthole. The camera shifted to a shot from underneath--the fat member haltingly sank into the boy's rectum. Although straight, David was getting aroused.

The camera cut back to a wide angle, showing the bottom getting spit-roasted by the two men. The shot zoomed in on the boy taking the pounding cock in his mouth, then it panned to his ass getting abused. The camera moved up to the intruder's face.

David lurched forward and stared at the screen. He leaned in closer. Hank grinned as he watched him.

"Holy fuck! That's dad!"

"Yeah," said Hank, "That's dad."

David looked at his brother. "But...he's not gay! How?"

Hank said, conversationally, "He has a nice cock, doesn't he? It's a lot like yours. You know, you look a lot like him at that age." He put his fingers on Dave's swollen crotch and began stroking. He felt the big meat surge under his touch.

David was transfixed on his father fucking the boy. He got harder.

"But dad isn't gay! He--ohh..."

Hank had gotten a good grip on Dave's cock through his pants. He licked his lips and said, "It's called 'gay-for-pay'. Dad was always a top. He never sucked, never got fucked, only topped." Hank unzipped the chinos and fished out his brother's meat.

David breathed heavily as he watched his father pound a guy while his brother wanked him off. "When's this from?"

"1988."

"That's...twenty-five years ago!"

"Just three years before you and Mag came along."

"How many did he do?"

"How many what? pornos?" asked Henry, "or how many boys did dad fuck in the ass?" He bent down and put his lips around his brother's thick meat.

David was edging toward climax, excited by the spectacle on the small screen before him. He felt a weird kind of kinship with his father. He was also very aware of his brother's whorish mouth. He grabbed Hank by the neck and pulled him up to his face. Hank was alarmed.

David tongued and scented out the flavor of his own crotch in his brother's wet mouth for a long while. Hank, for his turn, delightedly mashed mouth with his hunky brother, not giving a damn about anything else at the moment.

"Dinner's ready!" they heard their dad yell from downstairs.

Hank pulled away and hollered, "We'll be there in a minute!" Turning back to David, he said, "Watch this cum-shot." Then he went back down on him.

As Hank bobbed on his fun gun for the second time that day, the sight of his 18-year-old father gripping a butt-boy by the hips and fucking the shit out of him heightened Dave's arousal. As the pace of his dad's ass-pounding increased, David got closer and closer. Hank was using his hand now.

On the screen his dad quivered, pulled out, and started yanking his wang. A second later, a fat stream of cum jetted out of his cock and draped the boy from his neck to his ass. As five more big loads followed on the screen, Dave blew his own sack of spunk into Hank's mouth. The second he finished coming, he pulled Hank up to his mouth again, suckling his own cum. They finished with deep wet kisses that faded to little pecks.

Hank looked at his brother closely. There was a different kind of desire in his eyes now, not the raw desire David often had when he wanted sex. This was like...? He started saying, "You've never done that bef--"

From downstairs: "I said the damned dinner's ready!"

They grinned at each other, rearranged themselves, stopped to gargle the perfume of jism out of their mouths, and went down to eat.

* * *

"Hey, dad," said Hank as they were washing up after dinner. "Have you ever seen a movie called Jason and the Assholenauts?"

Mark Nelson paused his scrubbing. He cleared his throat and said, "I...don't think so. Is it some kind of raunchy comedy?"

Brightly, Hank said, "Oh, it's raunchy alright, but it's not a comedy." He leaned back and winked at Dave on the other side of their father. Dave gaped at him in disbelief. Hank leaned forward again and stared at his dad. "It's a gay porn flick from the late '80s."

Mark let a plate slip out of his hands and back into the sink water. There was a thunk as it settled. Hank and Dave could see his face go slack.

"There was a totally hot guy in it with a big beautiful cock," continued Hank. "He really put his shots across the bow when he came!"

Dave's face flushed in anger. "Hank, stop it!"

Mark held onto the edge of the sink and stared into the dishwater. "Okay, so you know," he said quietly. He looked over at Hank. "What's the point of this? Are you trying to embarass me? Are you--Jesus, I can't even imagine why it's so important to bring this up, unless it's some juvenile game to score one against your dad."

Henry hadn't expected this. He looked stricken. He reached for his father's arm and said, "Dad, this isn't--"

"Jesus Fuck! I was in college! I had no money! A porn scout saw me at an orgy in the dorm and dragged me into the business."

David and Hank traded what-the-hell? looks across their dad's back.

Mark was still hunched over the sink, gripping the edge. He was murmuring, "so many asses...so many twats...so many lines of--"

"Dad, what about doing a gay incest porn movie? You, me, and David."

Mark didn't say anything for a few moments, but his eyebrows scrunched together as he tried to make sense of what he had just heard. "Did you--?" He looked back and forth between them a couple of times. He settled on Dave.

"Are you gay, too?"

Before David could respond, Hank said, "No, but he lets me suck him off. He's also done me in the ass a few times."

David blanched with both astonishment and building rage, his jaw clenched in a way that looked painful, and his eyes...well, they just about bugged the fuck out of his head. Their dad averted the impending explosion when he said, "Yeah, I thought that might be going on."

It was Hank's turn to be nonplussed. He jerked his head back and his mouth opened.

Mark put his arm around his son's shoulder and said, "You're not exactly quiet, Hank." Henry Nelson blushed. Unusual for him.

"Now what was that you said a minute ago?"

Hank's eyes blazed. "Incest porn! Real incest porn! You probably still know guys in the business, right?"

Mark shrugged. "Sure, but, Hank--" he squeezed his upper arm, "--incest? That's just not something you jump into for a paycheck."

"That's not!--oh, I see. You have scruples against it. That makes sense."

Dave said, "But you knew we were doing it and didn't interfere."

Mark smiled. "The sex lives of young men--and women--are unpredictable, all over the place. A little sibling fooling around...well, I don't think that's unusual. But father-son incest feels kind of creepy to me."

Henry Nelson nabbed his father's arm and pointed with his other hand. "You said 'kind of', mark you, 'kind of'! That means you're not completely against it."

Mark hesitated.

"Boy ass, dad. When was the last time you've been up in that?"

* * *

Gay Tabu, Scene 1

INT. NELSON HOUSE--BOYS' BEDROOM

Camera pans across a bedroom to focus on two young men on a bed. DAVE is sitting up against the headboard. HANK is sucking Dave's cock vigorously. Camera pulls back so bedroom door is visible. It suddenly opens and DAD storms in.

DAD

I knew it!

DAVE & HANK

(together)

Dad!

DAD

I can't believe I raised two queers! I oughta kick both of you out!

DAVE

Dad! I'm not a faggot! I just let him blow me sometimes!

DAD

(sarcastically)

Oh, yeah...yeah, that's entirely different. Do you fuck his little fag pussy, too?

HANK

No, dad, I've never been fucked in the ass!

DAD

[pause]

Oh, yeah?

HANK

[another pause]

(He looks over his shoulder at his father and strokes his hands up his thighs and across his buttocks, closing in on his asshole with his fingers)

No, sir.

DAD

Then maybe I oughta teach you a lesson.

HANK

Yes, sir.

DAD

Gimme some lube, Dave!

(Dad squeezes lube on his dick and works it around. He reaches a finger for the boy's asshole)

This is gonna be cold, you little faggot! You're gonna--

* * *

"--Jesus Christ, do I have to call him 'faggot' and 'pansy' so often?"

"Cut!"

Vince Koppelson, director of this--his most ambitious project to date--sighed and stalked over to the bed. He huffed as he came over, then stood with his hands on his hips.

"We're establishing character, Mark. There's no arc if the character doesn't develop over time."

"But name-calling like that makes me feel, well...like a Republican."

Vince held up a finger. "Don't ever say that about yourself!" He smirked. "Also, you're about to sodomize your son for the first time, and you're worried about some language?"

Mark blinked as he realized how weird the whole situation was. He looked at Hank, who was still on his hands and knees, looking back at him over his shoulder, waiting to get his hole greased.

Mark smiled. "Are you okay with this?"

Hank rolled his eyes faux-dramatically, then smiled. "Com'on, pops--lube me up!"

* * *

The camera started taping again. Mark Nelson pushed a finger into Hank's butt. An odd nostalgia came over him. It had been a long time since he'd fucked a man. Then it hit him that he was about to commit incest on camera.

"Dialogue!" hissed Vince. Mark started out of his reverie and nodded at the director.

"You like that finger in your tight hole, sissy?"

Hank writhed and gasped. "Yes, sir!"

"Did I tell you to stop sucking David's cock?"

Hank lifted his brother's dick and took it back into his mouth. David looked on lustfully as he watched his father drag his cock up and down the cleft between Hank's asscheeeks. Hank moaned around his brother's swollen meat and rolled his hips, clearly eager to get fucked. Mark put a hand on his lower back and put his stiff rod against his son's sphincter.

"Here it comes, pussy-boy."

The head pushed in. Hank's butthole clenched briefly. His father slapped his ass a couple of times and kept pushing in as his boy's hole relaxed. He was soon welded to his son's behind, his whole thing in up to the crinkly hairs. He'd forgotten the unique heat of a man's guts. He started pumping his boy's ass.

Hank groaned with pleasure. David felt that through his cock like a deep vibration. He was used to getting sucked by his brother, but Hank getting fucked while he sucked made this a new sensation. Dad was ramming Hank's face forward, driving Dave's cock deep down his brother's gullet with every hard thrust.

Mark couldn't believe how great it felt to be in a guy's ass again. Fucking a man was physically so like sex with a woman, but there was a factor that made it so unlike sex with a woman. Was it the difference in musculature, skin texture, leg hair, the taut little ass on a young man? The needfully masculine way a man--loving a cock up his rectum--fucked you back?

Hank tried to balance himself on one hand so he could jerk his cock with the other. Although he was in heaven, he needed more than just getting fucked in the butt to get off.

Vince Koppelson looked on with satisfaction. He had his basic distance shot; it was time for some close-up cameras to move in. He was thinking of putting a camera under Hank to get shots of his dad's cock pounding his ass, another close on Hank's face (the boy could really swallow cock), another above Mark or over his shoulder--something to show his lovely dong plunging into his son's butt. Vince loved that cock. He warmly remembered getting fucked by Mark Nelson in Jason and the Assholenauts...god, that was so long ago. Mark's boys were impressive scions--both attractive and fit. David had inherited his father's beautiful equipment, including the large balls. He wondered about Hank. He crouched to get a better look.

He looked, he saw, he might have gasped.

"Cut!"

Mark paused, fully up in his son's chute, wondering what was up. Hank stopped sucking his brother's schlong, but kept lashing his tongue around the head.

"Let's change the position. Let's have Hank on his back, okay?"

"Okay," said Mark. "Do you want us to reposition now and resume, or do you want to film us doing it?"

Vince almost drooled at the possibilities. "Yeah, let's shoot it straight! I'll edit later. And give me raw, genuine reactions to work with."

Mark and David gave each other quizzical looks. Vince motioned for two secondary cameras to close in on their faces.

"And...action!"

Mark began fucking his son again, and Hank began sucking down Dave's penis again.

"Let's flip the boy over! See what kind of queerboy dick he's got!"

David cringed a little. He hated how his father sounded. It was not at all like the gentle, loving man he'd known growing up. His dad's shaft popped out of Hank's ass and he reached down to grab his muscular thighs. Hank obligingly dropped to one side and then shifted onto his back.