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 The Family That Lays Together....  by (c) Hamilton Joyce.

   He let himself in with the Yale key he had had since he was a boy and
lived in this bijou red-brick terraced house.  His sister Maisie still
lived there with her son.  She had got over the death of her husband, lost
at sea when the Vancouver a bulk-ore carrier had been lost with all hands.
The house was warm as ever: it always was in Winter: and he hung up his
waterproofs in the hall, took off his working boots, hung up his jacket
too. The motor-bike was ideal, he thought, for getting through the rush
hour traffic, but in this sort of weather it had its downside.  His
trouser-legs were soaked: he wandered into the bathroom, had a piss and
took the wet things off hanging them over the heated towel rail.  They
would be dry long before Maisie or the boy returned.

   He looked at himself in the mirror and smoothed down his still-damp
bushy blonde hair.  He had the same colouring as his sister, but the son
was going to be the image of his late father, Latino.

   His cock stiffened to half-hard as he thought of his sister.  He had
seduced her into oral sex...  her on him and him on her....  when she was
only twelve, and had full sex with her a year or so later.  He was four
years older than her and she idolised him.  Still did in fact.  There had
been a gap when she met and married Pedro, but soon after the funeral they
started again.  He stuck a hand down the front of his underpants and made
his cock comfortable, standing against his belly.

   He was often round her place, and today he had phoned her and said he
would cook their dinner: he enjoyed cooking and was good, but the main
attraction would be to sleep with her all night.  There were other options:
he was good-looking and several women and even more men fancied him enough
to share their beds with him from time to time.

   He looked again in the mirror: hair needed a cut but he was a handsome
guy all right, and his work kept him fit and well-muscled.  Maisie was a
cracker too.

   Sounded as if she had left the tv on, but he went to the kitchen to put
his bag of stuff for their dinner in the fridge.

   Then back into the living room.

   The boy leaped up in shame and horror.  His Uncle Phil recognised those
knickers.  Maisie had worn them for him a month or two ago, and to be
honest they looked just as sexy on the lad, more so perhaps as the white
satin and lace made a lovely contrast with his olive, latino colouring. 
And the stockings would have been a bit short on his mother, but on the boy
they went right up to his crotch....  no sexy gap between stocking tops and
panties!  But that little tent and dark spot....  pre-cum?...  was real
sexy.  They say men always look at the crotch, sometimes even before
meeting a person's eyes, and Phil certainly focussed on this pretty little
fellow's hidden jewels!

   'Oh Uncle Phil...  I...  I was just.....Oh no!'

   Behind him the telly ground on: it was one of Maisie's porn dvds, and a
bisexual one at that.  A guy was shagging a young girl, while another twink
was fucking him in the arse.  No wonder the boy was speechless...that and
his shame-making cross-dressing!  And the teenage guilt of wanking!

   Carlos was beginning to sob, tears running down his face.

   Phil sat on the sofa.

   'Don't cry, Carlos.  Nothing to cry about.  Come and sit here and give
Uncle Phil a cuddle.'

   'Still sobbing and sniffing the boy sat beside him and put his head on
that broad shoulder.  Since his Daddy had been drowned Uncle Phil had been
almost a new Daddy for him.  He was so ashamed at being caught like this.
But the sobs died away a bit, and there were actually no tears now.

   'If I cried when I was a boy my Daddy used to kiss my tears away.'

   Actually it was his Mummy, and he would have been much, much younger,
but this was an opportunity not to be missed and Phil kissed the boy's
cheeks, his eyelids, his nose, and finally his lips.

   Carlos froze for a moment, his body tense under Phil's caress.  This was
yucky, embarassing like in some of those films: it was horrible when a good
Western ended with the hero doing this.  Yucky!  But something strange was
happening.  As his Uncle's mouth opened wider, and as his Uncle's tongue
slid into his open mouth, the boy felt his heart racing.....  and he knew
his cock was hard again.  This was good!  Tentatively he stuck his own
tongue into his Uncle's mouth and was rewarded by an even tighter hug.

   And Uncle Phil's hand on his private parts, gripping his cock though the
white satin.

   And now that eager hand was inside the boy's knickers and holding naked
flesh.

   And now Carlos's hand was grasped and placed on his Uncle's crotch.

   The kiss was broken off.

   'Feel!  I'm hard too.'

   The boy grasped his Uncle's cock through less exciting cotton, but all
the same it felt so big, hard and hot.  He could feel his heart beating, a
pulse in his forehead, a tightness in his chest.  and above all, the
feeling in his own cock.

   Phil lifted his bum and slid the blue cotton boxers down and off over
his ankles.  Now his cock stood free for the boy to admire....and hold.

   Carlos had seen many a hard, adult cock on his mother's dvds, but never
for real, never so close, never so he could see the flaming red knob, the
veins standing down the front of it.  It actually throbbed and twitched as
he held it....  too broad for his fist to close around it.....  and there
was a drop of clear liquid in its eye, just like his own often had.

   Phil had pulled the boys panties aside so his little cock and balls were
free.  Just as the boy was admiring the adult cock, so the man was admiring
the boy's jewels, and in the case of Phil with even less experience of the
real thing.  He had never had sex with his playmates when a boy, and had
certainly never had a teenage boy since he was adult.  And it was so
dangerous.  And yet this lad was so devastatingly pretty, so feminine in
his lingerie, and seemingly so willing.

   Phil's cock was doing the thinking, not his head, as he cupped those
pretty little hairless plums, and then stroked the little, straight shaft.
Maisie and Pedro had had the boy cut, it seemed, and he had the cutest
little pink helmet.  He just had to......

   And he did.  He leaned over and took that knob between his lips.  The
boy tensed again, but relaxed as the shaft slid into the welcoming wet
warmth of his Uncle's mouth.  It felt so good!  He was still holding the
man's cock but had forgotten that as he luxuriated in the pleasure of his
first blow job.

   Why not?  As well be hung for as sheep as for a lamb.  He wet his
fingers with saliva and slipped his index finger into the boy's bum, so
alluring in those panties.

   There was no protest, just an 'Ooooh!'

   There!  He had found the boy's prostate and he started the massage.'

   'Oooh!'

   Not surprise now: pleasure.  'Ooooh!'

   The boy had been edging for half-an-hour watching the threesome on the
dvd so it did not take long for him to cum.  He tried to pull his cock from
his uncle's mouth: surely he would not want....

   'I'm gonna cum, Uncle!'

   ''Mmmm.' The reply was stifled by the eager sucking and bobbing of his
curly head, but Phil held the boy down so he could not slide his cock away.
And he got his reward in a lovely mouthful of boy-cum.  Not his first
mouthful of cum, of course, but his first from a pretty girlie-boy.

   The boy was not one of those who wanted to pull out immediately after
cumming: not one whose cock went sensitive.  So they stayed like that,
still, the boy's still-hard cock in his uncle's mouth, that probing finger
motionless in his bum now.  Until...

   'Can I do something for you, Uncle Phil?  I mean it's only fair...'

   'You can guess what I'd like, Carlos....'

   The boy could, and in his turn leaned over to kiss the man's flaring
knob; the drop of pre-cum stuck to his tongue and made a fine strand before
breaking.  The boy giggled and managed to open his mouth wide enough to get
the knob in his mouth.

   Phil looked down at that smooth, olive-skinned body, the gleaming white
satin stretched over the boy's arse, and then the boy looked up at him. 
Their eyes met, and there was a cheeky, almost mischievous look in the
boy's eyes: he was enjoying this.  He had seen it so often in porn and now
it was for real.  He held the man's ball-sack in one little hand, the other
round the base of his cock so it did not go too deep in his young mouth,
and he sucked and licked.

   Phil wondered, as his orgasm mounted, what the boy would make of a
mouthful of hot cum.

   'Jeez, I'm cumming!'

   He need not have worried: Carlos swallowed it all, and licked his lips
after.

   Carlos had tasted his own cum....what boy his age has not? ....  and was
just surprised at how much there was, and how hot and silky.  But nice.  Oh
yes, nice all right!

   'That was lovely Uncle Phil.'

   'For me too...'

   A sudden cold realisation of what he had done struck the man.  This
could be years in prison!

   'You know I could get into big, big trouble, Carlos....'

   'I know!  I'll never tell.  I lost one daddy, and don't want to lose
another.'

   'You're a good boy.  Kiss me again...'

   'can we have some more?'

   'Another time, yes.  That would be lovely.  But I've got to cook the
dinner.  Help me?'

   ...............................................................

   Later that night, Maisie laying beside him smoking her usual after-sex
cigarette, Phil stroking her breats absent-mindedly.

   Carlos was fast asleep.  He had heard the grunts and squeals of his
mother's orgasm and knew, from the porn films, exactly what that was.  He
counted four times she came, and wanked his own cock as he listened, and
wished he were in the bed with them.  Then he heard Uncle Phil, as usual
'Jeez!  I'm cumming'.  And then quiet voices he could not really hear.

   'I'm on early shift the next few months, Maisie.  I'll have to be away
at five-thirty.'

   'Bring me a cuppa at five, darling, and give me a quickie before you
go.'

   'Why don't you let your flat out and move in here.  It would make
sense.'

   'I could.  The rent would help with the mortgage'

   'It would be nice for the boy too.  He misses his Dad so much, and he
idolises you, Phil.'

   'He's a nice boy.'

   'I don't like him getting home from school to an empty house.  It would
be nice if you were here.'

   'Yes,' Little did she know, he thought.  Yes that would be nice. 
Afternoon with a pretty girly-boy, and all night with his sexy mother. 
Every afternoon!  Every night!'

   'You've convinced me, Maisie....'

   ....................................................................

   Monday afternoon was his next chance to enjoy a stolen hour with his
nephew.

   He had used the lunch-break to get to Anne Summers and had bought the
boy a lovely lingerie set....  suspender belt with integral open-crotch
knickers and a lovely thin satin bra.  He had been lucky and actually found
an A-cup size right at the back of the rack.  Barrett's had a closing-down
sale as he passed their shop and he found a sexy pair of silver high-heeled
shoes, size five and only £8....  he was sure it was the boy's shoe size as
he had bought him football boots for Christmas a few weeks before.  The
sales girls in both shops knew he was not just a secret tranny as his chest
was at least fifty inches, and his shoe size at least tens.  Both girls
fancied him....  and he knew it.  But he had other fish to fry this
afternoon.

   But when he walked into the living room there was no need to give him
the new feminine gear yet as his little angel was already prepared for him.
And how!

   The boy had pulled out the sofa bed and spread a big bath-towel on it,
laying there watching porn on the tv.

   Phil recognised the panties and suspender belt as those Maisie had worn
last night, leaving them on for bed as she knew he had a bit of a kink for
sexy lingerie.  And these were evn sexier on her son than they had been on
her.  He guessed Carlos raided his mother's laundry basket for his goodies.

   The boy knelt on the bed facing his Uncle, his new Daddy, his lover, a
wet dream in the pastel blue confections of nylon and lace.  His legs even
looked girlish in their tan-stockings, and would look even better in the
high heels.

   But that would wait!  Phil's cock was standing, and the boy watched as
his uncle stripped naked, and walked to the improvised bed, his cock
leading the way.

   Phil picked up the remote and left the film running, but turned down the
noises of a male couple fucking on the screen.  Interesting the boy had
chosen one of Maisie's gay films instead of her more numerous bisexual or
hetero dvds!  Good!  That promised an easy seduction!

   'I've been thinking about you all day, Carlos.'

   'And I've been looking forward to this all weekend, Uncle Phil.'

   'I bet!  Come here.'

   As they kissed, the boy was stroking that cock, so masculine, strong,
almost hypnotic in the way it continually drew the boy's gaze to it.

   'I tried to put my finger in my bum, like you did.  But it wasn't the
same.  I'm not sure I can reach far enough up.'

   'I think you can, actually.  It's here, just at the front.' He touched
the boy on the outside of his panties, aware of the little triangle of fine
black fleece below his finger, under the tight satin.

   'I tried with baby oil too.  That's nice, Look I brought the bottle down
from the bathroom.  It's just on the floor beside the bed.'

   'We'll use it in a minute, then.  But first....'

   He mouthed the boy's hard cock through the satin, side on as if it were
a slice of mango, all the time caressing the silk of his olive-skinned
thighs, and the satin of the knickers stretched tight across his
little-boy-rounded bottom.

   This time he would really study that cock, fix it in his memory for all
time.  He slowly eased the boy's panties down and the cocklet sprang up:
not fair really to call it a "cocklet" as it must have been near five
inches long, big for a just-thirteen year old, and although not yet broad
it was not exactly slender eithet, white-shafted, hairless, and with that
pretty pink, circumcised knob.  He licked the tight little balls-sack and
took one of the hairless little plums right into his mouth.  The boy
groaned.  Now his cock again, sliding right into Phil's mouth till his nose
touched the little triangle of fuzz, as ebony black than his wavy hair.

   The boy looked up at him with those piercing blue eyes, the eyes of
innocence, and implored him.

   'Uncle Phil.  My bottom, please.  Play with my bottom again, please. 
I've got the oil....'

   Phil's reply was to turn the boy on his side, stretch his arse-cheeks
apart and plant a long, lingering, wet kiss on the boy's arse-hole. 
Lovely!

   Carlos thought for a moment that the act was gross: how could a man want
to kiss him there, and now lick him, and now penetrate with his pointed
tongue.  But.....

   'Oooh!  Oooh!  That's....  Oooh, that's so good.....  Oh yes!'

   The impudent tongue was licking round his secret place, circling it, and
then sliding in and out about a dozen times quickly before rimming again.
It was good, but not as good as....

   'That's lovely, Uncle Phil, but not as good as your finger up there. 
Please....  That was soooo good!'

   Phil unclipped the bottle top and spilt some of the baby oil on his
fingers...  some went on the towel too.  Never mind....he'd put it in the
machine later.  And there might be more than oil in the end!  Now the boy's
arse.  He turned him completely on his belly and this time had two fingers
up him, the fingers together hooking forward to press on the boy's p-spot.

   'There!  That's it, uncle.  Yes!'

   A few minutes of delightful finger fucking, whispering naughty things in
the boy's ear, and the lad was completely horny, his arsehole as dilated
and relaxed as it could be at his tender age.  The whispering became more
directed, more detailed now.

   'I want your sweet little girlie-boy bottom, Carlos.  I want to fuck
you, my angel.'

   The boy half wanted that too.  He had seen so many dvds of the act, so
many men who loved to be fucked so much that they came "no hands" with a
cock up their bottoms.  He suspected that if fingers were good, a man's
cock would be better....  and he had heard his mother's joy even through
the house's brick walls.  His Uncle knew what he was doing!  And yet he was
afraid too....

   'Don't be afraid if it's uncomfortable at first: believe me it'll soon
be ok, and you'll come later to want it more than anything.  I promise.

   'Don't hurt me too much, Uncle Phil.'

   'I'll be careful.  But tell me when you want me to do you harder,
because you soon will.'

   He kissed the boy on the mouth to shut him up, while he oiled his own
rampant cock.  Two hands under the boy and he pulled him up into a kneeling
posture, slipping a cushion under him, and giving him another to bury his
face in.  Now the boy's rounded arse-cheeks spread apart, the cock-head
placed, a push, and he was in.  The boy protested immediately, but Phil's
cock, not his head, was in control now and he pushed again so the whole of
his shaft was embedded and his thighs rested on the cushion of the boy's
buttocks.

   It hurt!  But after the first shock it was not quite so bad and as his
Uncle fucked him, slowly, methodically, with long, regular thrusts
gradually the pain went till it was just a bit boring.  And then, amazingly
it was getting good, as good as when Uncle had been pressing what he called
"the p-spot".  The boy realised it was the same: Uncles cock was pushing
each time exactly on the right place.  His cock was hard again.

   Phil was stroking the boys buttocks and sometimes that smooth, flawless
back while he gently shagged him.  After the first, alarming shriek Carlos
had been silent.  But now he could feel the boy had started to jerk his
cock, reaching under himself and arching just a bit clear of the cushion.
To help him Phil pulled the cushion away so the boy was kneeling with
enough space to masturbate properly.  Phil felt under and found the boys
prick hard as that little hand flew up and down the shaft, slick from oil
that had spread from his anus.  He left the cock to the boy but held onto
his balls with one hand, still stroking the boy's bottom cheeks with the
other.  He wanted to spank....  but did not.  Not yet!

   Sensing the boy was now enjoying he speeded up.

   'Oh yes!  Faster!  Uncle, harder!  Oh yes!'

   Phil had been holding himself in by will-power.  Not easy not to cum
with a pretty virgin bottom in front of you!  But it had been important the
boy got pleasure, and also that the boy came first if that was possible. 
Both at the same time would be best of all.

   Carlos was panting and oohing and aaahing and it would obviously not be
long.  Faster!  harder!  Thighs slapping against bottom.  Cock sliding so
free and easy now.  Sooooo good.

   'Oooh!  I'm cumming!  I'm cumming, Uncle!'

   'Cum, Carlos, my little angel.  Cum!'

   Phil got his hand over the front of the boy's cock, that little hand
still wanking furiously, and then there was the feel of cum on his fingers.

   He came too at this moment, a big, big cum pumping deep inside the boy,
hot gushers of man-cum.

   He collapsed on the boy and they rolled over side-ways, still joined
cock to arse, both silent, both amazed at the force of their passion, at
the height of their pleasure.

   Cleaning up....they showered together...  Phil was relieved to find
there was no blood: he had feared he might have fucked too hard.  But he
would get the boy an anal douche from the internet and teach him how to use
it!

   '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''

   Maisie was thinking as she let herself into the front door, 'Thank God
it's Spring at last'.  This was the first time she had been able to go out
without an overcoat.

   It was a couple of hours early because the shop had to close.  It could
have been worse if Mrs Adams had not found the fire in the storeroom and
put it out with an extinguisher.  But the fuse box and electrics were
completely burned out and even in daytime the back of the shop was just to
dark.  Health and safety, and the obvious danger of shoplifting, made Mrs
Adams shut early.  An electrician was willing to work all evening, but the
staff were sent home early.

   It would be nice to have an extra couple of hours with Phil and her son,
she thought as she hung her little jacket in the hallway.

   They were in the living room: she could hear the tv through the open
door.

   Standing in the doorway she was stunned and appalled!

   Her brother, her lover, was fucking a young girl.  He was naked.  She
had just a suspender belt and black stockings, and she looked too young for
those high-heeled shoes.  He had her legs under his arms as she lay on her
back.

   Maisie was about to go in and break it up when their position changed
slightly and she could see the girl.  It was a boy!  He was wanking his
hard cock while that larger cock slid in and out his bottom.  It was
Carlos! Her brother was fucking her son!

   The bastard was raping him, a boy, really still a child.  Only thirteen!

   But just before she gathered herself to storm in the boy gave a squeal
and a streamer of white cum flew from his cock splatting over the olive
skin of his chest and belly.

   The boy was smiling, telling Phil to fuck him harder: he was loving it.

   That changed everything!  She needed to think this out.

   She retreated as quietly as she had come in and let herself out again.

   ...........................................................

   Scar Hill was one of her favourite places.  She sat in her car with the
whole of the town spread out beneath her and the mountains beyond.

   If she made a fuss she would lose her lover....  and she did love Phil
who was a good man despite what she had just found out.  He could go to
gaol for ever for this!  And the boy could end up in care...  we all know
what that means.  A boy in care who enjoys anal sex would hardly have a
morally uplifting life, she guessed.

   Looking at it sensibly, she was getting all the sex a girl could want
from her virile and considerate lover, and if he had energy to spare
so-be-it.  AS for the boy, he was clearly eager and willing: probably he
had seduced Phil rather than vice versa.  Yes!  That would be it.  Whatever
society and the law said, it was only sex for pleasure, after all.  Nothing
to make a great song and dance about.

   The only concern was she would not want the boy to be gay.  Bisexual,
yes.  After all she had had her own lesbian lovers: she smiled as she
recalled the pleasure given her by her Polish friend, now sadly gone home,
and then recalled the first of several at school and college.  Becky had
been a fantastic lover!  And Phil was clearly bi, though she would never
have guessed it if she had not seen the anal sex with her own eyes.  It
would be a pity if the boy was wholly gay....  grandchildren?

   She knew what she would do now.  And it would be pleasant, too.

   .....................................................................

   She never asked for time off, so Mrs Adams was happy to give her an
extra couple of hours Monday afternoon, which was usually quiet in the
shop.

   She had dressed carefully: no bra (her tits stood proud without), a
flimsy black suspender belt, glossy fully fashioned stockings, and black
open-crotch panties.  The summer dress could be removed in a couple of
seconds.  She had left her sexiest black high heels with the transparant
heels in a plastic bag handily by the hall coat-stand.

   Now she was parked at the end of their street, the opposite end to the
one Phil had come along on his motor-bike twenty minutes ago.  Twenty
minutes was about right for the man and boy to get stuck in, she guessed,
and giggled at her use of "stuck in"!

   A hundred yards down the street, quietly through the door, dress off and
shoes on in the hallway, a look in the mirror....  ok and dead-sexy...  and
into the room.

   Carlos was again horrified.  Caught in the act!

   But Phil less so.  He could see she was dressed for sex, and he was even
more reassured when she spoke, even before reaching the improvised bed.

   'Well boys, is this a private party or can I gate-crash it?'

   'Plenty of room, Maisie darling, and we've hardly started yet.'

   As she slipped between the two of them on the bed she added, mocking,
'So you guys have been having your fun every afternoon while I'm earning
the family bread.  Naughty!  Make it up for me,Phil.  Show Carlos how to
suck pussy.'

   She now had the luxury of a mouth on each of her nipples and four hands
caressing her near-naked body.

   Carlos had sometimes dreamed of feeling a girl's tits (Mary Murdoch had
lovely tits, but not as nice as these, so round, smooth and really firm).
Then his Daddy grasped his hand and pulled it down to his Mummy's pussy.

   Kinky by any standards....  young boy in stockings and suspender belt
with one practised hand on his new daddy's cock and the other slipping into
his mummy's pussy for the first time, while his adoring parents stroked and
fondled him.  For a moment the boy was shocked at the wetness of his first
female pussy, so slippery and warm.  And a moment later it was exciting as
his mummy murmured her pleasure when he fingered that little nub in the
centre.  She liked that!  But she was pushing his head down from her
breasts, down over her belly, down over the trimmed golden pubic triangle,
and his face was now where his hand was still dabbling in her juices.

   'Suck me, Carlos.  Lick me.  I love that!'

   The first lick was tentative.  But then he found he wanted to kiss it,
open-mouthed across the whole of the shocking scarlet gash, to lick that
nub.....

   He was rewarded almost immediately by the grunts and groans he had so
often heard through the thin walls of their flat.

   The boy was proud, pleased, and very, very horny.

   He wanted to rub his cock, but his new daddy was in the way, caressing
his thighs and licking his bottom.....  as usual.

   But then he heard his mummy say 'Now!  I want it now!' And his daddy
laughed and pulled the boy away from her pussy so his face was again on her
breast, but this time he was laying on top and his stiff little cock was
where his lips had been.  Mummy was moving under him, and suddenly he felt
warmth and wetness around his cock and knew he had penetrated.....His
mother sighed and whispered, 'Yes!  Now fuck me....  in and out, in and
out.'

   Instinct took over and his cock did indeed move in and out, while he
again sucked and licked her tits.

   Again the grunts and moans, even some swear words.  He had never heard
his mummy swear: but then nor had he ever fucked her......

   Later he wished he had taken more notice of what was going on, but for
the moment it was all the scent of woman, the feel of her gripping cunt,
the caress of her hands, her tits, and the huge orgasm she gave him.

   Better even than Daddy had given him!

   But it was his daddy's turn now....

   'Show me how you bugger the boy Phil.  I want to see it.'

   Unasked, the boy was kneeling and spreading his arse with both hands. 
The lube was in its usual place and within a moment the paternal prick was
in him, fucking with all the passion and fury the boy had just shown.  He
felt his cock stiffening again, and then his mummy managing to get her head
under his belly, sucking his cock.  This was heaven....  daddy up his
bottom, and mummy sucking his cocklet.

   Daddy was superheated and the cry went up as ever 'Jeez!  I'm cumming'.

   And Carlos was coming too, a mouthful of boy-cum for his mummy.

   .....................................................

   Maisie gave her son a see-through black nightie after dinner, and told
him he was to sleep with her and Uncle Phil that night.  Sleep?  Hardly!

   Remember!  The family that lays together stays together......

   ......................................................