Bringing In Dad | THE WHEELER FAMILY | Tape 2

It’s hard to feel bad about what I did with Luke. I know I should, but seeing his face after we fucked was a thing of beauty. He was beaming. Unashamed. Almost pleading for more. If I had it in me, I would have given it to him.

Still, I made it clear to him that he couldn’t tell anyone about what happened. Not because I felt guilty, but because they wouldn’t understand. I know that from personal experience.

Luke’s stepdad, my brother Jonah, and I have a very close relationship. We always have. He’s barely two years older than I am, so I hardly remember a time when he wasn’t there with me. Granted, when I was very little, the differences between us were stark. But by the time we hit puberty, it felt like we went through everything together.

We shared a room up until high school, so it was inevitable that we were going to see each other naked… even see each other jerk off. The first few times we pretended like we didn’t know what the other was doing. But in short order, we were fooling around in the privacy of our room. Eventually we had our own beds, but that didn’t stop us from sneaking into each other’s rooms whenever one of us was too horny to just jack it and crash.

Obviously, a lot’s changed since then. Jonah’s gotten married, Luke came into his life, and I’ve been carrying on with a few relationships here and there. Still, whenever we are alone and have the urge, it’s like we’re kids again.

When Jonah came by to collect Luke, we had a rare moment when it was just the two of us. Luke was still asleep upstairs, likely hours from coming down. After Jonah and I ran out of small talk, we found each other looking deep into the other’s eyes.

It was magnetic. Without speaking, we both found ourselves drawn to each other, wanting desperately to be closer. It started first when Jonah put his hand on my leg. This was how it always started; an innocent enough gesture that no one would think twice about if they came in the room. It was his first move and a subtle indication of what he wanted.

As I would normally do, I moved a little closer to him on the couch. Not so much that it would cause a stir, but just enough to show my interest in return. Neither one of us ever actually said “Let’s fuck,” but this brotherly ritual was one we knew well.

I leaned in a little more and gave him a kiss. His mustache against my beard was a new development since the last time we had played, but neither of us seemed to mind. I took off my shirt and let him feel up my hairy chest. He closed his eyes as he ran his hand in my shorts, feeling the warmth of my crotch before he touched my cock.

I wondered, for a man like him, married with children, how long had it been since he’d been with a man. Not just me, but any man. His breathy, focused demeanor seemed desperate for a taste. It was only the night before when Luke was desperate for the same thing.

As Jonah took off his shorts and fell to his knees, I did my best to keep my ears attuned to any sounds in the house. Luke was upstairs, but it was only a matter of time before he woke up. I knew I could throw on my clothes if I had to… but I wondered… do I have to?

Jonah worshiped my cock, sucking it down to the balls and inhaling my scent… unaware that some of Luke might have still been on the hairs of my pubes. The thought made me even harder, thinking about my hot nephew and his stepdad. I wondered what they would say if they knew about the other? Jonah could be tricky, given that he’s now a dad. But between my legs, fellating me, he was just simply my brother, the brother I had always known.

I must have lost track of the time or simply couldn’t hear the creaky floor boards over Jonah’s hungry savoring of my meat. I looked up from the dark head of hair between my legs and saw Luke, standing there, watching.

We made eye contact. My eyebrows shot up, feeling caught. I didn’t know what to do. It was like my perverted imagination made this happen. I wanted to shoot up in shock, but I was weak from Jonah’s expert cock sucking. I stayed silent, studying Luke’s face, looking for a sign from him.

To my pleasant surprise, Luke just watched. He seemed fascinated by seeing his stepdad on his knees, sucking down my dick. He probably never thought about what his stepdad’s sex life was like, let alone that it might involve guys… including myself.

Luke’s beautiful face didn’t turn away. He seemed fixated. I couldn’t help but stay rock-hard, enjoying the soft, wet motions of my brother’s lips on my shaft. I didn’t want to upset Jonah, but I had to tell him.

“Looks like we’re not alone.”

Jonah shot up off my cock and turned his head around. His mouth dropped open, drooling still from being full of my meat. He didn’t know what would happen, but luckily, Luke tried to put him at ease.

“It’s okay, Dad…”

Luke bravely stepped forward and moved himself between my legs. Jonah, still in some shock, moved to the side and watched in awe as Luke began to kiss up my thighs and pick up where Jonah had left off. Jonah couldn’t believe it, but he was still hungry for me. I could see it in his eyes.

I gave him a nod and he made his way back in. Both Jonah and Luke seemed to take turns slobbering over my tool, occasionally pressing their lips together as they each tried to keep me hard and pleased.

I was in heaven. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Before I knew it, we were all stripped naked, taking turns sucking cock: first mine, then Jonah’s. Jonah let out a deep, guttural moan as Luke expertly swallowed him. A look of pride shot over his face. He seemed surprised that Luke was capable of taking dick down like that.

Jonah leaned back on the couch and I put my arm around him. It was like we were kids again, having fun on the couch with our parents gone. But this time, we had a sexy boy bobbing up and down on our cocks, his first, then mine, making our eyes roll back into our heads and edging closer to climax.

I knew I had to have Luke again. Really have him. I couldn’t cum in his mouth; I needed to breed his boy pussy. I wondered how Jonah would feel about that? Before I could say anything, Jonah began encouraging Luke to suck my dick deeper! I guess he knows what I like.

Luke stood up and got on the couch. He splayed his legs apart, inviting me to taste him. I lapped at his sex, ready to get inside. I kept going, waiting for Jonah to stop me. But instead, he just put his arm around Luke and watched as my cock slid inside his wet, warm hole.

Luke moaned and Jonah’s eyes came alive. Seeing me fuck his boy was clearly activating some deep desire within himself. I hoped he would take a turn and try his boy out, but for now, he seemed perfectly content with watching me go to town. Maybe it was still a little new and strange for him, given that Luke was like his son. But he relished seeing me move in and out of him with ease.

Then the moment came. Jonah couldn’t resist the urge. Seeing me enjoy his boy was too much to stay passive. We’d always enjoyed sharing our toys and fun in the past, and this moment seemed to be similar. I pulled out of Luke, my cock covered in his slick, and Jonah moved up behind and took my place.

I leaned in and gave Luke a kiss, still feeling my cock pulse from the pleasure he gave. And as we were in our embrace, Jonah broke through into Luke’s hole, fully experiencing the handsome young man he was helping to raise.

Jonah’s hips moved like ocean waves; Steady, smooth motions that were hypnotic to watch. He trembled as he tried to restrain his desire to fuck harder, as if trying not to hurt Luke. But I knew what he could take. And I knew what he wanted. Luke liked it deep. He liked it hard. And he wanted a warm, hot daddy load inside him. I knew if Jonah didn’t fill him up, I would happily step up…