THIS TRINITY PROTECTS AND SERVES
Incest Tales 10

By DannyR  (MMMM/b, t/t, oral, anal, incest, extreme pedo)
Copyright 2008-2011.  All rights reserved.


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DISCLAIMER:  Some folks apparently have trouble distinguishing between fantasy and reality.  This story is a fantasy.  It didn't happen.  Never will.  And anyone who attempts to do in real life all or any of the things depicted in the story needs to be hanged, then drawn and quartered, and then turned over to the cops for the harshest penalties the law allows. After that, well, hopefully everything Law and Order and the news say is true about child molesters in prison, is really true.  Now that we're clear on what's what, and what's not, read on.

THIS TRINITY PROTECTS AND SERVES

Part 6.  Fireman, Fireman, Fuck My Child

We were clearly well and truly fucked.  But marines and cops always finished their tasks.  So we finished the fuck while Jake...watched, or shut his eyes, or walked or ran away, whatever.  When Dans cunt muscles had squeezed out the last of my cum, and my hand had milked the last of his, I eased my cock out with that satisfying squishy sound a well-fucked cunt makes when the dick is removed.  His hole was gaping a bit, and some bright white cum, a little runny with ass juices, was oozing out.  I scooped it up with two fingers of my cummy left hand, shifted to my right so that I could plop my ass on the edge of the blanket and rest against the couch arm.

Jake was still there, but I didnt look up at him.  Not yet.  When youre caught fucking up, never admit its a fuck up.  And Dan, big, brave marine fucking pussy Dan just stayed where he was, head resting on his hands on the couch, letting big brother deal with the mess, just like when we were growing up.  Still without looking up, I sucked my first two fingers into my mouth, all the way, lapping up the mixture of Dans cum, mine, and his pussy juice.  And then I licked my hand clean.  I almost went back for pussy cum seconds, but figured that was too fucking much, even for me.

I slouched a little like I was getting comfortable, feeling the tension rise in the room as no one said a fucking word.  Looked up, then, at Jake, whod wasnt, after all, standing in the doorway.  Well, fucking, well.  You see, its been my experience that when someone sees something that is truly a shock, they freeze.  If they dont turn away in horror, theyve got cement boots at the bottom of the bay and stay where they are, watching, trying not to watch but watching still.  And not fucking moving.

Then there are the ones who move.  Not move away, but fucking toward.  Theyll deny it if you challenge them, stammer they were so shocked they didnt know what they were doing, didnt realize.  Fucking lie whether they know it, admit it to themselves, or not.  Just like the ones who drive by a bad crash on the highway, with ambulances and fire trucks and blood and bodies and crushed vehicles, and they slow down as slow as they can possibly go, sometimes even stopping until the horns behind finally force them to move, or a glare from a furious cop does, but something in what theyre seeing pulls them, tightens their bellies, turns them on.  Yeah, fucking turns them on.

Like my son Jake.

Who was standing there not two feet away from my own naked feet.  Way fucking into the room. Any closer and Idve kicked him when I turned over.

He was holding my grandson on his hip.  And that Dad! had been close by, my ear-memory recalled, so he had to have opened the door, seen what was going on, fucking heard what was going on in those last few minutes or even minute or so, walked in, close enough to get a good view of his hairy-assed cop father fucking his hairy-assed marine uncles shit hole, close enough to hear all that was said.  And he still hadnt run, or really interrupted or done anything to convey real shock and awe and righteous indignation.

Well, fucking, well.

I grinned up at him and his eyes widened.  What?  He was expecting dismay, remorse, repentance, embarrassment?  I groped my messy, sweaty, sticky pubes and cock and balls and his eyes followed my hand and then jerked to my face when he realized what hed done.  Hed willingly watched his own father play with himself instead of averting his gaze in manly, son-ly shyness.

I grinned even wider.  What?  You never heard of fantasy fucking?

Dan groaned.

I smacked his hard-muscled ass.  Jesus, bro, your nephew has already seen your butch shitter getting fucked by his dad, so now descriptions are bothering you?  Christ, just turn the fuck around so we can...talk this out.

Though I suspected, fuck, I was Ivory soap sure, there was going to be more than talking going on in the not too distant future.  Dan reluctantly turned over so that the two naked, sweaty, cum and ass juice stained brothers were sitting on the floor, leaning against the couch, well, actually, against the blanket, since we both had no desire to have Alicia rip us new ones for messing up her new furniture.  No, not pussy-whipped.  Just ordinary husbands who knew what battles to fight, and what battles they could win.

How much did you hear?

Uh, I, uh...

Jesus, Jake, just spit it out.  Were all three adults, and Jimmy there sure isnt old enough to understand.  True, true, but sicko pedo perv that I am, especially knowing that John had slid his own fuck meat into his baby boys pussy, busting Daveys cherry when the kid was only nine months old, I had this sudden image of me doing the same with my grandson.  Fuck, he was old enough. More than old enough since Id already fucked my own three month old baby boys cunt. Twice. So there were actually months of grandson kid cunt wasted. No way to get that back but no reason not to make up for lost time. Probably starting today if I had my own sick way. My dick plumped up a bit.  I restrained a smug smile.  Not bad for a mid-forties father and grandfather and pedo.

Not...not a lot, Dad.  Hard...uh...hardly anything.  Really.  My son had gone all shy and wouldnt look at either of us.  Not, of course, that hed ever seen either of us naked after fucking each other, and I doubted hed seen us naked even before that except maybe briefly in a pool changing room or the locker room at the gym where we have memberships.  Well, I have a membership at a hefty fee.  Jake rides on mine.  Little bro gets the marine-serving-in-Iraq discount:  100%.  For him and his family.  My nephews:  Dan, Jr. (nineteen, a blond college sophomore hunk who gets his looks from his mothers Swedish side of the family);  Mike (fourteen), Nick (nine) and little Billy (two) from Dans current wife.  I have the impression after all these kids, and with Dan still serving overseas, she may be getting to the same point Laney (the first wife) did, and be ready to say fuck it to a marriage with a husband who was rarely home, and who obviously kept knocking her up.  All of them hot, hot, hot...now that I was thinking about them from my pedo perv point of view.  Even little Billy.  Especially little Billy?  Well, shit, getting sidetracked from the issue at hand got me a little more hard.

I yanked my attention back.  Put some fatherly patience in my voice, the tone that tells your kid hes half of a nanosecond away from his old man erupting if he doesnt get his fucking act together and do whats hes told.  Tell me, Jake.

Jeez, alright, Dad.  Just, I dont know, like I said, not much, I wasnt here that long, really, I was just so surprised, I shouldve....  He picked up on my glare, and blurted, Okay, okay! Something about, uh, a log, and uh...about your...er...penis being wider than any, uh, hmmm, er, turd that had been up his, uh, uh, eight year old shitter.  Or...or...something.

I have an excellent memory.  Not eidetic, unfortunately, but close enough to be a real asset as a marine and a cop.  And lucky me, I could replay those memories in my head with a pretty fair degree of accuracy.  So I replayed our voices in the role-playing fuck...and realized wed both been so intent on the pedo sex wed been revealing to each other, and the pedo fuck fantasy we were indulging in...that we hadnt been aware of Jake coming into the room.  Fuck, we hadnt even heard him come in the house, and normally both of us would not have missed a thing like that.  On the other fuck, it wasnt exactly normal for butch brothers our age to be talking about pedo fucking an Afghani boy, and getting down to brotherly cocksucking, and then the fuck.  So no surprise we fucked up on situational awareness; wed definitely have to rectify that for the next time.  And motherfuck, was there ever going to be a next time!

And Jake had been here the whole fucking time.  From the moment Dan got down on the floor, turned around and presented his definitely not virgin man-cunt to his older brother for a pedo fantasy fuck!  And hed kept his mouth shut.  And watched.  And only spoke up when it was obvious that any second I was going to be through fucking my brother, and Id likely pull my cock out of his ass cunt, turn around, look around, and find Jake spying on us.

Yeah, fucking spying.  Surprise at what you see.  Pause.  Shock.  Pause.  Blurting out your surprise.  Thats the fucking sequence.  Not moving in closer, being very, very quiet, gambling that your year old son will stay equally quiet, so you can get a good luck at your cop dad fucking your marine colonel uncle. 

It bother you?

Wh...what?

What you saw?  What you heard?

Jake made a pretty damned good stab at righteous indignation.  It didnt work, but still, you always have to try your best at whatever youre trying to do.  Well, Jesus the fuck Christ, dad, what the fuck do you think?  M...my father and my uncle are fucking in the living room in an unfucking locked home, my home where I grew up, and theyre, Christ, pretending my uncle is a skinny eight year old getting practically raped by his sixteen year old brother!  Yeah, dad, I sure the fuck am bothered.

That why youre hard?  I really couldnt tell.  Unlike Ric and me, who normally went commando, as we had today, I suspected Jake was wearing underwear.  But sometimes you bluff.  Successfully.

H...no!  Uh, h...hell, no.  Jeez, dad, what the fuck kind of question is that and in front of your grandson, too.

Nice try.  Not bad for an amateur.  Oh, sure, Jake was a fantastic, disciplined, dedicated fireman, as deeply into protecting and serving as his father and uncle, and paternal grandfather and great-uncle.  But he wasnt used to having to control his emotions and body language the way cops and, well, lets be honest, the way warriors like Dan have to, in order not just to do their jobs, but to do them extraordinarily well.  So he didnt realize that the way you move your lips when youre starting to say howas in maybe How the fuck did you know I was hard, daddy?is slightly different from when youre starting to say hell.

Dont give me that crap, Jake.  Youve never been able to lie to me any more than my brother can, regardless of how well you convince others.  Right, Dan?

I felt, more than saw, his shoulders shrug.  Give it up, Jakie, its a waste of time.  You ought to have learned your lesson by now.  Like Dan had ever learned.  Hed still tried today.

But...interesting.  Dan had just taken my son back quite a few years.  Fifteen or so, in fact.  Back to the time when we all called him Jakie.  Like when he was six or seven.  In fact, it didnt really stop until he was about nine, when he firmly informed us all that he was a grown-up boy, and not a little kid, and his name was Jake.  Was Dan thinking of a private fantasy fuck of his, what, five, six, seven, eight, nine year old nephew?  Damn, but that was a fucking hot image, especially if you substituted his daddy for his uncle. Or put both of them in the picture with a cock in each of the little boys holes.  And now I was pretty much hard again.  Not quite all the way, but close.

Jake...Jakie...gave in.  Okay, yeah, so I got hard.  Am hard.  So the fuck what.  Most guys get hard watching someone else have sex right in front of them.

I chuckled, grabbed my meat and blatantly gave it the tug needed to have it standing up again.  It was like Id lassoed Jakes eyes, and hauled them down to my crotch, and then let the rope loose so he could shift them away again.

I nonchalantly scratched my big low-hangers, played with them, actually, but officer I was just adjusting myself and thats the story Im gonna stick to!

Want to know how my little bro and I wound up in a fantasy fuck?

Dans half-shouted Ric, no! naturally overrode my sons definitely reluctant, softer no, which was said with his eyes anywhere but on me or us.

I just looked at my boy, and said, Jakie.  Just the one word...but with that long a sound drawn out.  The same soft tone Id used when that was his name and he was...well, lets just call it fibbing.  And behind the tone was the threat of a nice paddling if he didnt shape up.  The same threat that was, oddly enough, still there, right here and now.  And damn if that didnt make my dick ooze precum at that thought of my naked hunky fireman son bent over my lap, with his daddys hard meat jutting up and leaking at him, while I turned his ass cheeks bright fucking red with the flat of my hand.

Yeah.

Dans half-heard fuck! was of the goddamnit I didnt want this to happen but it sure the fuck looks like it will variety.

I looked over at my stony-faced bro, and said, Well, your uncle was telling me about this one day...back in Afghanistan, about five years ago, he fucked a little boy.

Huh?

I didnt look up at my son to see the extent of the facial shock/body shock on display from that revelation.  I just kept watching Dan, and kept right on talking.  Yeah, a little dark Afghani boy, maybe nine, your uncle paid a few bucks and the boys daddy watched.  And eventually joined in.  I told Jake the short version of the fuck story that had led to my fantastic cum, and then me giving my marine brother a blowjob and then me fucking his ass in an incest pedo boy fuck fantasy.

And all the time I was talking on autopilot while my mind reviewed what Id seen, and if I hadnt been looking right at him by sheer chance Id never have seen it.  My visual memory is as good as my auditory one, and I could spin a story or make a report while thinking of something else.  Here it was a something else that caused a double dose of in-my-head what the fucks? when I started talking.

You see, my brother has two tells.  One is the one that lets me know for sure hes lying.  The other is a little more complex.  Not the tell itself, but what it means.  It took me the longest time to figure it out, like maybe until I was about sixteen.  Most of the time what it means is that someone has just said something he knows is wronga mistake, something said recklessly without regard for truth or falsehood, a deliberate lie or one of its infinite variations in all the shades of greyand he knows what the truth is, and has no intention of speaking up.  Sometimes it means he knows something no one else does and part of him doesnt want him to share, and another part wants to tell, and hes fighting with himself on it.

When its a flat-out lie hes telling, and his tell tells me thats whats going on, my tone tells him I know hes lying and virtually all of the time he caves and tells me the truth.  At worst, he just shuts up and wont talk.

The other tell...well, thats different.  Yeah, its the same in the sense that the second tell tells me hes holding back, but to get him to reveal it you first have to prove whats going on.  And that means you have to be able to specifically identify what happened...what was said, what was done, whatever...or what the subject was about which he was hiding something.  I admit I havent always had the same success with the hiding tell as with the lying tell.  And I guess I have tells of my own, because he always knows when Im just guessing, pulling something out of the air, out of my ass.  Not that wed played this particular game in years, hell, ten or more.

I went over and over the visual cues because I wasnt sure if Id seen the hiding tell twice, really close together, or just one time...or...well fuck me!  (Been there, done that, gonna do it again as often as I can.)  Three times?  And then I had it.  My voice trailed off and I glanced up at my son, noting in passing that he was definitely squeezing his meat through his jeans, and breathing a little more heavily.  A good sign for what came to mind just a few minutes ago, but right then I had the proverbial bigger fish to catch and fry.

Danny.

Oh, my bro is good.  So fucking marine good.  The flinch was there, I fucking knew it, but could never prove it, never get an admission out of him because it was buried way inside the stone faade.  

Youre hiding something.

He didnt say anything.  At this point he had no obligation to.  Hed always had a right to remain silent because he sure as shit knew anything he let loose at this point in the proceedings could and would be used against him.

It wasnt just that one day with the little boy...Zahid?...was it?

He shook his head no, and then, like the occasional dumb fuck he can be when dealing with me, he let himself relax just the tiniest increment.  Not enough for any of his men, his buddies, his commanding officers, the rest of his family, to see.  Just me.  I found him out and he was going to have to tell me about the rest of his pedo boy fucks (or girl fucks if there were) over there.  But that was all I knew, and the rest of the secret was safe.  Or secrets.

Like fuck.

I looked up at my son.  Directly at him, now.  Seems your pedo uncle, and I felt, more than saw, the definite wince in Dans face, and definitely saw an even bigger one in Jakes, was holding out on me.  He wasnt just a one-time, slip of the dick into a kiddy cunt, overseas where its not that important, pedophile.  Hes been dipping his dick into young, really fucking young, pussy a lot more often than that.  Havent you, bro?

A resigned, yeah, was the response.

So you were in Afghanistan how long before you got pulled into the attack on Iraq?

Six months.

How many times?

Uh, about once a week.

Fuck!  Five fucking years ago my brother was fucking little boys overseas and not sharing.  Or letting me know.  Or seeing if I was as much of a genetic pervert as he was.  Well, fuck, thats what I was doing for him, wasnt I?  Since I found out how much of a pedo fag I was?  Bastard prick!

Zahid all the time?

Uh, no.

Out-fucking-rageous.  Bad enough to be fucking his white cock into that delicious dark boy cunt, but to have had access to more boys?  Fucking prick bastard cocksucking shithead jarfuckinghead!  

Who...and dont fucking make me drag every detail out of you.  Just give us the short version.  You can spill your guts later, and trust me, Danny, you will spill your guts.

I looked up at my son, who was staring at us with a kind of glaze in his eyes, and a prominent bulge in his jeans.  And you, asshole!

Huh?  Jake suddenly joined us again and focused on me.

Give Jimmy to me.  He hesitated, just long enough for me to have to add, Just fucking do it, Jake!  He did and I cradled my year old grandson in my left arm.

Now get those fucking clothes off, Jakie, and join the family.  He started to get that mulish I wont I wont I wont look, but I cut him off.  Jakie, Ive fucking decided youre not too fucking old to paddle.  Now, you really think that I cant hand off my grandson to his great-uncle...  I really got a kick out of reminding my younger brother that he was a great uncle...in the age sense, no matter how good he was otherwise.  ...get up, grab your sorry ass, sit in that chair, pull you down over my knees, yank your jeans off, rip em if I have to, and then pound your bottom until youre squealing?

He clearly wanted to balk, at least at the squealing part, but despite his youth (literally half my age) I substantially outweighed him and as strong as he was, I was stronger.  He did what he was told, only hesitating when he reached his white briefs, but not long enough to trigger me speaking.  Then he was down to bare, hairy skin.

Well, fucking, well, well, well.  It seems my boy mustve inherited something else from my late wifes side of the family.  He must have got his other grandfathers cock.  Seven inches of uncut slender meat, with a fat mushroom head and a wide, oozing piss slit.  Balls as big as ours, too.  I glanced at my bro, saw he was staring at his nephews dick and knew we were both thinking the same thing...what that cock would feel like in our cunts.  What it would look like sliding into little boy cunt.  My son was still blushing, but at least he didnt do the shy girly thing and try to hide his hardon.

Talk, Danny.  I was still holding my surprisingly quiet grandson in my left arm, but I could reach into my brothers lap and fondle his hard dick.  He opened his mouth, but I held my hand up to stop him.  A better idea had occurred to me.

Jakie, you ever sucked cock?

Christ, no, daddy!  Now wasnt that a nice look of shock on his face.  Not so much from the denial...not unexpected since the three of us apparently grew up believing we were straight...but the daddy addition.  And the faint, faint touch of a little boy voice to his words.

Your pedo uncle has.  Little Afghani boy dickie.  And Afghani daddy meat, big fucking meat.  There was the tiniest of sighs from my bro, admitting I was right.  And so has your pedo daddy.

Fuck I love shocking my family.  But why the shit it should be a surprise when thats what this whole fucking scene was about, I dont the fuck know.  Did they think Id just fantasized about it?  Guess the fuck so.

Been there, done that, guys.  Had me a baby boy, too.  Fucked his young pussy hard cause hes a slut who likes it.  Had his daddy up my ass.  Granddaddy, too.  Both of the kid cunts grandpas, in fact.  Ya pay or ya dont play. I wasnt quite ready to let on Id also fucked my own three month old babys cunt. Not yet. So since your daddy and your uncle are the experienced pedo fags here, I think maybe you ought to learn, too.  Suck your uncles dick, Jakie.

I never....

Whole fuckin point, son.  You never.  Now you are.  And if all this shit is so fucking offensive, how come youre so fucking hard youre pissing precum?

I...dont know, daddy.

Yeah, son, you do.  So when you watched me fantasy fuck your uncle, and heard about us fucking little boy cunts...really young little boy cunts, what was goin through your head?  The upstairs one, kid, cause we can see what the little head was thinking.

H...how fucking hot that would be.

I got a little impatient, and my tone showed it.  Fuck, Jakie.  Stop being a sissy wimp and just say it.

This time we got to see a full-body blush on my butch fireman son.  Then he inhaled, and slowly let it out.  Christ.  What the fuck was the big deal about admitting he liked the idea of fucking little boys, especially after all that had just gone on?  I opened my mouth to tell him so, but he cut me off.

With his eyes away, not looking at either of us, he said, I...thought how fucking hot it would have been if my daddy and my uncle had been fucking my boy pussy when I was little.  Real little.

Whoa!  His first thought was how hot it would be for his asshole to be fucked?  Not how hot it would be to be the fucker?  I glanced at Danny and saw the same realization.  Jake, no, actually it was Jakie, our fireman hot son/nephew fantasized about being a cunt boy bottom?	

Danny asked him how old real little was.

T...two or three?  He finally looked up at us again, his expression uncertain, as if hed gone too far.

Not fucking likely in this room.

Dan, the marine colonel pedo predator was back.  If it was just us three in the room, would you have jacked off to the fantasy of Ric fucking me when I was eight, while he was plowing my ass?

Y...yeah.

Stroke your meat, Jakie.

Yessir.

Jesus fuck.  My son is a pussy bottom.

Actually, you dont have meat, do you?  All you have is a little boys peepee.

A soft yes was Jakies reply as he closed his eyes and jacked.

Keep your eyes closed, Jakie.  Think about all those times Id baby sit for you if I was stationed here or on leave.  What if Id taken you into the bathroom, for your bath, and stripped all the clothes off your plump little three year old body.  What if Id put you in the tub, and instead of a washcloth, I got my hands all slick with liquid soap, and I started washing you that way.  Rubbing my rough marine callused hands over your sleek smooth body, playing with your little dickie, and your tiny boy balls.  How big is your dickie when its hard, Jakie?

A...an inch and a half, he boasted in a breathy little boy voice.

You like Uncle Dans hands on your body, playing with your cocklet, dont you, Jakie?

Uh huh.

And then you feel my thick fuck-you finger rubbing your tight little poo-poo hole.  You like the feel of that, little boy?

Jakie nodded.

And I push my fat finger right up inside you.  Just all the way all at once.  Do you scream when Unca Dan does that, little boy?

Another, vigorous nod.

Hurts your poo-poo hole?

Nod.

Do you like the pain, Jakie?

A long pause.  Jake is no dummy.  In the part of his mind that wasnt going along with this jackoff fantasy, he had to realize all the things hed just now admitted, acknowledged.  Had to know if he agreed, there would be consequences.  But his cock was still hard and oozing even though hed paused in his jacking.  Then he nodded.

No, Jakie, tell Unca Dan.

Fuck but its hot hearing your stud muscled fireman son confess in a little boys voice that he liked the pain, that it was okay to hurt him.  My mind flashed to the story about Trey, and Ed, and Frank, wondering whether Jakie was that much of a bottom slut, a pain seeking pussy boy; whether Id get the chance to use my son the way Frank had been used.  Christ, I almost came from the image of me with my fist and cock inside Jakies gaping hole, jacking off fucking inside him.

So you wouldve liked it if Id fucked your boy cunt a couple of times with that finger, and then crammed two inside.

Uh huh.

And then Id get your dripping boy body out of the tub, and stand you on the rug, and bend you over the edge, and kneel down behind you, and slick my uncle dick with my soapy hands, and Id nudge your tiny tight cunt, and what, Jakie, what would I do, what do you want me to do?

F...fuck my boy cunt, Unca Dan.  Hurt my pussy n my boy tits.  F...f...fuck me hard.

Down on your knees, Jakie.

He dropped immediately, and Dan prowled behind him, bent on one knee, reached around, grabbed both of his nephews tits and twisted...hard.  Jakies moan was loud...and abruptly cut off when Dan shoved his first two fingers into his nephews mouth.  Jakie sort of gagged but then began slobbering spit on them, getting them slimy since he obviously knew where they were headed...right up inside his fantasy three year old rectum.  I was enthralled by what we had started, and how Dan was playing off on it.

Dan rammed those fingers up Jakes butt, holding onto his left shoulder with his big left hand, so that Jakie couldnt do more than jerk a little forward when his cunt got opened.  Then he pressed hard and Jakie bent forward quickly, resting his weight on his left forearm while he kept jacking, his head down.  So fucking hot seeing my hairy stud son like that.

Dan looked up at me and mouthed, Lose the diaper.

I mustve looked weird, because he got that exasperated look he does so well when something is plain to him and a dumb shit rookie just isnt getting it.  He shook his head and half-whispered to his nephew, driving his fingers in and out of the fireman hole, Bet youd have liked it even better if Uncle Dan had busted your cherry when you were two, wouldnt you, Jakie?

Jakies reply was nearly a whimper, but definitely affirmative.  Christ he was into this fantasy.  And finally I got it.  Or thought I did.  I stripped off Jimmys diaper so he was as naked as the rest of us, and then, still cradling him in my left arm, I got my right forefinger slimy with spit, and eased it into my year old grandsons cunt.  He took it easily.  Like the genetically programmed pedo dream boy cunt he was.

Dan grinned wickedly at me and nodded.  Jesus shit fuck.  We were going to bust two cherry pussies in the next few minutes.  I had a moment of panic.  Trey!  We needed Trey to open Jimmy up, get him used to having something in his baby pussy before his first dick.  But then lust set in.  After all, little Davey had been cunt fucked by half the fucking state when he was nine months old. My own three month old Sammy had been molested by a nigger teen, and Doc Trey and my boss, and me.  We could do this.  Fuck, I could do this.

Dan started up again, and I could see his fingers were massaging Jakies prostate and getting him to moan softly and writhe against the fingers so deep inside him.  Only I dont think I would have waited, Jakie.  Not that long.  Not until you were two.  Id have fucked your boy cunt when you were about one, Jakie.

Oh, Unca Dan! Jakie wailed.

Id have waited until my dumb shit older brother was gone, leaving his pedophile younger bro all alone with his precious baby boy.  He looked up at me and grinned, and I glared/grinned back.  Id have sat down and spread my legs wide, so if my straight bro walked in on us, hed have an unobstructed view of me holding his twelve month old naked baby in my arm, watched while I eased my finger in and out of his poo-poo hole.

I followed what were clearly instructions, sitting on the floor with my back against the couch, my legs spread on either side of my son.  All he had to do was open his eyes and look up.  But he didnt.  Not then.  So boy-fuckin hot to lean back and rest you on my chest while your daddy watched in shock, maybe horror, but didnt do anything to stop me.  Watched while I raised your legs wide so your daddy could see your shiny wet year old pussy hole.  And then Id have moved you down so my piss slit was nudging that tight virgin opening.  Your daddy might have realized then that he wanted your virgin pussy, he wanted to be the first one pumping cum in your cherry plump bottom, but that wasnt going to happen.  Because I was in control.  I decided.  So your daddy had no choice.  Hot, huh, Jakie?

Jakie whimpered again and nodded.  And that was when Dan let go of his left shoulder, stretched out a hairy, muscular arm, grabbed a handful of Jakes hair and jerked his head up and back.  So that he was looking at me.  Us.  Open your eyes, pussy boy.

Jake did.  And howled, Daddy, no!

I gave him only a moment or two to recognize I was in the position his uncle had just described, and he was the daddy with no choice, the daddy whose precious little son was about to be turned into a cunt boy...just like his slut bottom father.  Dan nodded and we both shoved our hips.  Dan used his hands to grip Jakies hips to hold him in place and give him leverage.  I used my hands on baby Jimmys waist to press him down while my cock was moving up.

Both of our cunt boys howled again.  Jakie because Dan clearly had all of his meat buried in my sons no longer virgin cunt in one hard stroke.  Little Jimmy because his baby cunt muscles had snapped rubber band tight around my shaft.  Just like little Davey had so recently done in the same fuck position.  Just like baby Sammy.  My knob was in his pussy.

We held our positions to give our respective sluts holes time to adjust.  And Jakie started pleading and groveling and begging and babbling.  Begging Dan to fuck him, to hurt him, but for me not to hurt Jimmy, to pull out, to let him be the first to cum in his little boy.  Dan had no problem with doing what Jakie wanted.  I wasnt about to.  Hell, it was awfully damned clear that virgin or not, my son was a pig bottom and from now on thats the way he was going to be treated.  Oh, not when we werent having sex.  Anything to do with the real world, the world outside of pedo sex, man sex fun and games, well, hed get no different treatment from me, nor, I was sure, from Dan, than he always had, no disrespect because of what he was sexually.  My son was a firefighter, a damned fine and honorable one, and he deserved every ounce of respect Id always given him.  What he did with his cock and his cunts on his own time was nobodys business but his.  Well, his, his uncles and mine, now that Dan and I...and fuck, other men as well, I decided...were going to make use of his piggy holes, and, I was sure, the equally slut pig bottom of his baby boy.

So he still had the right to decide on his baby boys first fuck.  Just like Trey talked about.  Just like Trey had done with my own little one.  A fact I wasnt quite ready to spring on Dan and Jakie just yet.  I soothed little Jimmy, and told my oldest slut son (since I was fairly sure my newest son would be a slut as well) to shut his fucking mouth.  Told him Id be nice and ease the rest of my dick into my grandsons tight pussy, but no way was a motherfuckin pig slut bottom getting my grandsons cherry.  That was this fucking grandfathers right.  And if Jakie made sure he was a really good fuck for Uncle Dan, then it was even possible he could get sloppy thirds with his little boy, after the kids great-uncle filled his pussy with a second load of spooge.

I stretched out my hand, shoved two fingers in Jakies mouth and he slimed them up and then I wiped them on the four or so inches of dick not yet in Jimmys bottom.  Repeated the process a couple of times to get better slicked up.  Eased my dick a little further in.  This time I was rewarded with just a soft whimper.  And a young boys stiffie.

Fuck!  That goddamned pedo gene must sure the fuck be a dominant one because its working just fucking fine in my whole goddamned family.

Like that old ease on down the road song, I eased on into my baby grandsons tight little cunt.
