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         By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
         Originally posted at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Kelly_Diary/www/
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BROTHERS AND THEIR FAMILY

Submitted by: Gene Moregood <dgwicks@gmail.com>

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Hi Kelly,

I really enjoy your site on ASSTR. It's nice to see someone who has and does 
experience incest talking freely about it.

My brother and I started playing around when we were kids. I was a frequent 
masturbator at 13 when my brother, 11, and his playmates found some gay porn in 
somebodies basement. Yeah, I know it is a cliche, but in this case true. Mike, 
yeah, "Mikey" another cliche, brought one of the mags home and showed it to me. 
He wanted to know if all this was true, and figured that I, as his final and 
ultimate authority in all things important to young boys, would know.

Well, this was back in 1951, and we attended a very conservative protestant 
church, so I seldom heard anything about sex, and didn't even know the words 
homosexual or gay and had never even imagined guys could, or would do things 
"like that".

I inspected the pictures and they looked real to me, although somewhat 
unbelievable, that is they weren't just drawings. Mike got real excited and took 
off.

That evening when I was upstairs playing with myself he came into my room. I 
heard him coming and had "put myself away" before he opened the door. I still 
thought jerking off was at the very least a serious transgression and kept it 
pretty secret.

He told me that he and his young friends had been playing and sucking each other 
all afternoon and it was a lot of fun, and he wanted to do it with me!

Well, he and I had a lot of firsts together. I taught him how to ride a bike, 
how to roller and ice skate, took him on his first roller coaster ride, how to 
pee outdoors, and other stuff, and he was sure he had found something first that 
I should try. Well, both Mikey and his big brother liked it! So, he gave me my 
first BJ and I gave him his first anal fuck. None of his friends were mature 
enough to get it up hard enough for anal.

After about two weeks every kid under 14 in the neighborhood was involved. There 
was me and two other guys about my age that were matured enough to get really 
hard and ejaculate. Fortunately we could do it often because all the younger 
kids wanted to suck us off to taste our cum or have us fuck them in the butt. 
This lasted for a couple more years until most of the older guys dropped out 
because they became interested in girls. But by then the  younger guys had 
matured a couple years too.

When I was 15 and Mike was 13 we were sitting in the late afternoon summer 
sunshine out behind the garage leisurely jacking each other when our dad walked 
around the corner. All he said was "Oh, so this is where you guys disappeared 
to. Come on inside. Dinner is ready." And he hadn't sounded surprised or angry 
or anything. But we felt sort of sheepish anyway!

We got washed up and sat down at the table. We were across from each other and 
Pop was at the head of the table and Mom was getting the
 
last of the dinner from the kitchen. He looked at each of us in turn and we were 
both sure we were going to experience the wrath of god!

"Did you guys wash your hands real good," Pop asked, emphasizing the word 
"real". Then he got a big grin on his face.

Mikey and I both breathed a big sigh of relief and replied, "Yes sir!"

Dinner proceeded as usual, right through the end where Pop always said, "You 
boys clear the table for your mother," but then he added "Then come out to the 
shop. I have something to show you."

Well, that was nearly a first! Pop had, for the time, a nice little hobby wood 
shop built in the back of the garage where he made toys for the little kids, 
storage chests for the older kids and cigar humidors and jewelry boxes for the 
adults. He built a lot of other things, but those were traditional. And, it was 
the holy of holies and we never went in there unless invited.

We were both excited at being invited into the shop and also apprehensive 
because of being discovered earlier.

When we came in our dad told us to sit on the couch and he sat in the easy 
chair. They were exiled from the house after our mom's last redecorating.

"Have you guys been jerking each other off for long?"

"Yes sir." "For about two years."

"Do you suck each other too?"

"Yes sir." (Again twice.)

"Do you fuck each other in the ass?"

"mmmm, yes..."

"OK. That is OK. Lots of guys do. I have done all that myself. Just a second and 
I will show you something."

He went to a fancy wooden tool box where he kept some of his best tools and 
pulled out a drawer. Then he lifted the bottom out of the drawer and pulled out 
a bunch of photos!

After shuffling through them and picking out several he handed them to us.

"Here, take a look at these."

Well, we were surprised! The top photo showed Pop's brother, Uncle Charlie, 
sitting on this couch with Pop kneeling between his legs, sucking on his cock! 
The next one was of Mom's brother, Uncle John, kneeling on the floor with his 
chest on the couch and Pop was fucking him in the ass! There were others of Pop 
and his two and Mom's three brothers in various arrangements performing all 
sorts of male bonding activities in various locations.

There wasn't anything we hadn't done, but we had never imagined that our dad and 
uncles did it too!

"What do you think?" Pop asked.

We were speechless. Finally I just said "Wow!"

"Yeah! I knew you guys were fooling around with each other but I thoughtI would 
wait a while before I let you in on the family activities. Do you want to join 
in the fun?"

"Yeah!" "You bet!"

"OK, then lets roll out the blankets and do a circle suck. We'll switch after a 
little bit so everybody gets to suck something new."

Well, we got to bed late that night. We all came three times and everybody 
sucked off the other two. My dad got the extra one because he
 
was new. We didn't get to anal that evening, that took a several days because 
Mike and I were so fascinated with jacking and sucking our dad's big cock. And 
it was so big that we had a little trouble taking it up the ass, but we finally 
managed with the help of some K-Y. Pop's contribution. Then it was awesome!

A couple weeks later we were all three sitting on the couch playing with each 
other after taking turns pulling a train when Pop said he had something else to 
show us. He pulled the pile of photos out and selected a bunch more.

The top one was of Mom kneeling on the floor sucking his cock and the next one 
was of Pop butt fucking her, with his hand playing with her pussy. Then they got 
really interesting. There were pictures of all the aunts and uncles and a couple 
of older cousins engaged in every sort of sexual activity and arrangement you 
can imagine!

The last one was the real surprise. There was Pop standing with his big cock 
sticking out and his arms around two older women; our grandmother and great 
grandmother, and all nude! (On Mom's side.)

My brother and I were flabbergasted!

"Well," Pop said, "You can see that your Mother enjoys playing around too. She 
wants to join us. Would that be OK with you guys?"

Well, we looked at each other and I saw expressions of puzzlement, passion and 
lust pass across Mike face, as I'm sure he saw on mine.

We heartily agreed and Pop walked over to the door and opened it. Mom walked in 
with a grin on her face a mile wide!

Well, suffice it to say that we both lost our hetro cherries in every way 
possible during the rest of the day and evening. Over the next weeks we were 
enthusiastically welcomed into the extended family and learned a lot of new 
things concerning the female gender.Pop put a couple of double beds together in 
the guest room so there was room for all four of us, and a couple more 
occasionally. The arrangement was if you were interested in having others join 
in you went in there and anybody was welcome. If you stayed in your room alone 
or with somebody else, you wanted to be alone. That way Mom and Dad got some 
quality time alone. But a lot of the time there were three or all four of us 
spending the night in the big bed, and often nothing happened but sleep and a 
lot of cuddling.

Everything was wonderful until April 15, 1955. That was the day that the Doctor 
told my Mom and Dad that she had cancer and probably wouldn't make it to the end 
of the month. We spent most of the next week huddled together in the big bed, 
loving and making love to her. I don't think that any of us guys so much as 
jerked off during that time. It was all for Mom. We cuddled and hugged and 
kissed her and made love to her and did anything and everything she wanted. On 
the 23rd we took her to the hospital because the pain was so bad she couldn't 
stand it. In the wee small hours of the 27th our beloved wife, mother, soul mate 
and lover passed from this veil of tears.

After the public ceremony for all the friends and neighbors and general family 
there was a private memorial service (by invitation only) for the extended 
family only. Everybody shared stories and remembrances and there was lots of 
love and affection given to my father and us boys.

Things sort of went back to normal after awhile, with members of the family 
coming to visit on the weekends, a lot of them female and quite a few younger 
people of both genders. When school let out two of our female cousins and a 
divorced aunt moved in for the summer. I guess the family was afraid that us 
guys might go completely primitive without the civilizing influence of females!

Two years later I graduated high school and decided to go in the Navy. At that 
time any sort of gay activity would get you a dishonorable discharge so except 
for leaves and occasional long weekends it was strictly hetro activities with 
USO girls and a couple of WAVES.

On Sunday morning of Labor Day weekend, 1960, the fire watch woke me up at 0500 
and told me I was supposed to report to the Squadron Duty Officer right away. I 
had a bad feeling. I was told that my brother and father had been in an auto 
accident and my dad had been killed and my brother was in a hospital near the 
accident site. They gave me a pay advance, 15 days emergency leave, and the duty 
driver took me to the airport as soon as I got my AWOL bag packed.

I flew to  where my brother was. He just had a few scrapes and bruises, nothing 
serious. We hugged and cried together, not being able to get as close as we 
wanted to. From there we flew home and were met by an aunt and uncle who took us 
to their home. They were members of our extended family and knew what we needed. 
They left us alone in their guest room for several hours and then our aunt and 
her daughter, our cousin of course, came in and joined us in the bed. We all 
hugged and cried and shared our sadness and love until my brother and I had 
finally spent most of our immediate grief and fell asleep, exhausted.

Over the next two weeks I renewed connections with my extended family and made 
some new ones with people who had matured or married into the group during the 
last three years.

Looking back I don't think I or my brother would have psychologically survived 
the loss of our parents if it hadn't been for the extreme emotional closeness 
that resulted from the incestuous relationships between us and our extended 
family members.

As to the different kinds of relationships there are many. Those that I have 
with the members of our extended family are for pure sexual fun and 
satisfaction, fucking, although there is often some emotional bonding that goes 
on.

My brother and I share something that is different. We do a lot of things just 
because we like sucking and fucking but it is special in a way, and both of our 
wives can notice that we act differently with each other than when we are with 
another guy or gal. They say that we seem to be calmer and more involved with 
each other.

Mike and I have discussed the feelings we had for out father. In the beginning 
he was just another guy in the group. Again, just fucking. It was just a lot of 
fun jacking and sucking his big cock and feeling it slide into us or watching 
him slide it into the other. But we agree that things changed when Mom died. 
Then it became invested with more emotion as we shared our grief and pain and 
the extreme sense of loss.

My mother was different entirely. I think some of it may have been because she 
was the first female I had any sort of sex with, but she was my mother and she 
treated me differently than other relatives do. After all mothers are closer to 
their children than anybody else, with the possible exception of twins. After 
the first frenzied couplings, which was fucking pure and simple, our activities 
became calmer, slow and sensuous and passionate.

Mom never told me or Mike "Fuck me! Fuck me harder!" She only told Pop that and 
to watch them making love to each other was an experience. No matter whether it 
was fast and frenzied or slow and passionate you could tell they had something 
special that we could never share with them. They knew each other intimately, 
not just sexually, but in the most minute detail, both physically and 
emotionally.

My relationship with my daughters is a lot like the one between you and your 
dad. Either or both of them are always ready to fuck if I want to and just 
seeing them walk into the room gets me ready hot and horny. My brother is the 
same way, except he has five kids! Three boys and two girls.

My wife and I have become a lot like I think my mom and dad were. Our 
relationship is like a good steak dinner. It is a great meal, but every so often 
you have to have some junk food! So we swap and swing, and come home and make 
love to each other.

We are not religious so we don't recognize such a thing as adultery. We believe 
that any activity between consenting adults is moral and proper
 
and should be legal without restriction. We also feel that the definition of 
"adult" needs to be changed and refined to recognize exceptions to the rule and 
be more flexible.

We also feel that a lot of people make the mistake of thinking that the only 
people that need to consent are those that are directly involved, but actually 
the spouse or S.O. and sometimes even the offspring need to consent to the 
activities.

We have encountered a lot of separated and divorced people who say "Why didn't 
they say something!" It isn't so much the fact that their spouse was fucking 
somebody else, but that they hid it and lied about it.

Well, this has gotten way too long for a reasonable email so I will stop here.

Post this or not as you wish.

Good Luck and Be Well,
Gene