Part 2
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  By TopLegal
  
  WARNING This contains graphic descriptions of sexual intercourse
  and sadomasochistic activities between adult males. If this
  offends you, is not appropriate for viewing in your location, or
  you are not of legal age, do not read it.  Any resemblance of
  characters in this story to the living is purely coincidental.
  
  (c) 2001, TopLegal. Permission is granted for distribution via
  Usenet and the Web provided that the following two conditions are
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Sunday
------

  I woke up tackled by my twin roommates. My body was exhausted from
  the previous night's exertions. Unable to move, I drank in their
  physiques. Stunning muscled, but not overly so, bodies and
  reasonably nice personalities.
  
  Lane was the first to stir and on seeing me awake thrust his
  tongue into my mouth and kissed me aggressively. Kyle roused by
  this followed suit as Lane pulled away. Our three cocks quickly
  began growing again.
  
  Lane stood up first and told me he would give me a short list of
  things I needed to buy before the night and Kyle stayed in bed
  cuddling me for a few minutes before getting up and sitting down
  at his PowerBook naked.
  
  At 0900, the phone rang and Lane picked it up. "For you," he said
  holding the phone out. So I got out of bed and wandered to the
  middle room where the phone was located.
  
  "Rafael," the voice said, "my boys give you any trouble last
  night?"
  
  "No sir," I responded politely after realizing it was the twin's
  dad, Jim.
  
  Jim continued, "Good, good, look I am going to stop at the Apple
  Store and bring something over for you this afternoon, can you
  please be there around four thirty?"
  
  I started to protest, but was told that if I said one more word I
  would find myself bent over the chair in Kyle's dorm room. I
  apologized and thanked Jim in advance for the computer.
  
  When I hung up Lane smirked at me and handed me a small post it
  with two items listed on it:
  
  * Small Jockstrap x 3
  * Hard Cup (Insert)
  
  Then he headed out with Kyle to go meet the football team for
  breakfast.
  
  I pocketed the post it and grabbed some cash and headed out to the
  dining hall myself. On my way down the stairs, Gerhard caught me,
  "Gutenmorgen."
  
  "Buenas dias," I responded, "desayuno?"
  
  "Si," Gerhard responded and on our way to breakfast launched into
  a monologue about our reading assignment for Monday's ESL Freshman
  Writing class. Something about how insulting it was that we were
  being asked to read "The Grapes of Wrath" which he had on good
  authority was really a high school reading book. I agreed blithely
  and allowed him to do most of the talking.
  
  He tried to tag along with me to the store but I dissuaded him,
  assuring him that watching me pick out some school clothing was
  hardly the most scintillating Sunday activity. I went to one of
  the large "big box" sports marts and found the jockstraps easily
  enough but embarrassingly had to try one to check the fit, tight.
  But having already committed to buying this one and having tried
  it on I was hesitant to further embarrass myself and the other
  size seemed too large being for a 33-38" waist.
  
  I had to ask for the hard inserts and found it quite embarrassing,
  but the 14 year old clerk did not seem to notice. I ended up with
  a steel "kickboxing" cup that could either be worn alone or
  inserted into the jocks.
  
  I then returned to the dorm to find Lane--I was starting to get
  better at telling them apart--laying on my bed.
  
  He smiled broadly at me and took my bag from me without asking and
  pawed through it. Then, realizing that some might consider it
  rude, said "Sorry, Kyle and I share everything." My butt tingled
  slightly remembering their cocks inside it from the night before
  and I smiled and nodded. "Looks good," he continued, "I really
  like this metal cup you found you could probably just wear that
  when we are training you."
  
  "Ok, I gotta develop some of the photos from yesterday's game and
  earlier in the week to show for class Tuesday," I responded.
  
  As I walked out the door, Lane reminded me, "Four thirty."
  
  I headed over to the Fine Arts building with several new rolls of
  film to develop and knowing I wanted to make prints from rolls I
  had developed Thursday.
  
  I divided the three color rolls from the four black and white and
  managed to multi-task the development and after around an hour had
  the film hanging to dry.
  
  I went to the dark room to develop several team and individual
  athlete prints--especially Lane and Kyle. I made extra prints of
  the two hunks to bring back for their dad and for our room. One
  nice picture I had gotten was them in their uniforms "struggling"
  with each other face to face. It looked all innocent at one level
  but horribly perverse and incestuous at the same time.
  
  By four, most of my prints were done and I headed out and reached
  the dorm by four thirty. I arrived at the room only one minute
  late and Jim looked at me and his watch and said, "Late?"
  
  I stuck out the pictures of his sons and the team and said, "Sorry
  I wanted you to see these."
  
  "No excuses," he said taking the pictures from my hand, thanking
  me and then turning on the stereo and bringing me into Kyle's
  room. Both boys followed into the room and I took my clothes off
  and kneeled over the bed.
  
  Jim commented on the pictures to Lane and Kyle, "he does quite
  good work but he need to pay attention to time."
  
  "Get over the chair."
  
  I quickly stood up and bent over the chair as I had seen Lane and
  Kyle do just yesterday afternoon and quickly felt Jim
  administering twenty odd firm blows to my exposed buttocks.
  Compared to typical punishments from my dad it felt mild, but it
  also felt weird to be punished for such a minor thing as being a
  minute late.
  
  After he stood me up, hugged me and made me kneel on the bed for a
  while to contemplate my behaviour before having me get dressed and
  showing me his gift.
  
Gift
----

  He had bought me the PowerMac G4 with dual 800 MHz processors
  ~and~ the 22" LCD Apple Studio display. I nearly fell over. Also
  he had bought a digital camera and a digital video camera as well
  as a slew of other "art" type stuff. The package had to have run
  over $12,000.
  
  I thanked Jim profusely and hugged him and he held me back
  tightly.
  
  He had me play with the camera and take some pictures and then
  suggested we go out for a nice dinner.
  
Dinner
------  
  
  At dinner, I learned that the twins similarities extended to
  ordering for each other. More precisely, one would order and the
  other would say, "Same."
  
  Over dinner, Jim shared with me that he was a former Apple exec
  and was still a big booster for their computers. These days he was
  semi-retired. He had given up his dreams of football stardom at a
  young age when his father insisted on him getting a business
  education. Jim was determined no son of his would be denied their
  dreams.
  
  I could see admiration in Kyle's and Lane's eyes as their father
  shared this. The conversation veered slightly to mention that Jim
  felt it was important that I pursue my interests as an artist and
  see where it lead.

Visiting Dad
------------

  A couple of weeks later into the semester, a short two day
  vacation came up. Gerhard tried to talk me into flying to New
  York. I declined, Jim had already made it abundantly clear that I
  was expected to stay with him--and the boys/my lovers--over the
  Fall Break.
  
  Jim came by the dorm room on Saturday morning to pick us up. Thank
  god he doesn't have a key since I was still doing nightly
  one-on-ones with my hot twin roommates. Each night was focused on
  a different part of their body and Friday night was Lane and we
  had spent two hours with me in a jock strap with a butt plug
  lodged firmly in my ass so that I could focus on Lane's nipples.
  Then we went to sleep in each other's arms. Jim's knock on the
  dorm room door roused us from sleep.
  
  Lane scrambled me out of bed and I quickly got out of the jock and
  threw on boxer shorts. I checked the clock: 9 am. Jim certainly
  believed in wholesome living and most particularly rising early.
  Seeing me still in boxers and his boys still "asleep"--their doors
  were closed. Ticked him off and upon shutting the door, I received
  a firm swat on my ass.
  
  "Pack up," Jim announced handing me a new Tumi bag of the flight
  attendant variety. Kyle opened his door first and gave his dad a
  hug. Standing in a loose tank top and a athletic shorts, his cock
  seemed to just bulge out of his pants. I started to pack quickly
  and made a point of packing my jockstrap and hard, metal cup.
  
  I packed my digital camera and I noticed that dad, Jim, had
  already gone into my computer and was reviewing my files and
  bookmarks. A disapproving "tsk" was directed my way--probably my
  hetero porn bookmark. I watched Jim spent a lot of time reviewing
  some of the pictures I had taken using the digital camera he had
  bought me.
  
  I had used iDVD to make a DVD of some of the plays of the boy's
  football games and he kissed me on the forehead approvingly for
  the digital work.
  
  The boys handed their laptops to their father one at a time for
  them to be inspected. Lane's PowerBook was first and dad scanned
  it and commented, "I thought we discussed that I don't want you
  wasting time visiting porn sites?"
  
  Lane looked at his dad sheepishly. He had emerged from the bedroom
  dressed identically to Kyle. He did not comment on his dad's
  remark, but simply took the laptop back and slid it into his
  luggage along with some text books.
  
  Kyle's laptop followed and dad showed Lane and I several pictures
  that Kyle had downloaded from the Internet--women. They were
  deleted and Kyle took his laptop back and packed it.
  
  I was the last to finish packing and then showed dad--I frequently
  found myself referring to him that way and certainly always
  referred to him that way after this weekend on--some regular black
  and whites I had done of the boys as well as the team as a whole.
  Dad particularly liked the singles I had done of each of the team
  members without shirts, but with their football gear on. I should
  mention that the photos were a big hit in class and Gerhard had
  even persuaded me to make a small copy of the one with star
  quarterback.
  
  Dad gave me a proud hug over the photos and took some home to
  hang. I finished packing and then dad handed me the brand new
  PowerBook G4 saying, "Well, I want you to have a computer when you
  are a home too" and kissing me on the forehead. He had set it up
  already for me and I grabbed some data CD's I had made to take
  with me and work on the laptop with over the holiday break.
  
Home
----

  This was the first time I had seen the boys' home. It was about
  half an hour from University and up in the hills. The mileage
  actually was not that far, but the narrow winding road into the
  hills took a long time even in Jim's powerful Lexus SUV.
  
  The house was set back from the winding road and was hardly
  visible through the trees. Somewhat isolated, there was a steep
  cliff off the road in front of the house and no neighbors for
  several hundred feet.
  
  The house itself was clearly newly built. Jim explained proudly
  that his ex-wife had designed it specially for the lot years ago
  and that they had bought the property together when the boys were
  younger.
  
  It had turned out, that like me, the boys had lost their mother
  when they were younger. But, unlike my father, their dad had
  continued living. Jim treated me to a tour of the 12,000 square
  foot home. Built in the style of a french chateau of the 17th
  century variety but with 21st century amenities: fiber optic ports
  in every room, wired and wireless ethernet, several satellite
  dishes, massive wall of LCD monitors in the entertainment room for
  watching TV and videos. Expensive decor. Energy and
  environmentally savvy styrofoam construction.
  
  Jim explained, "Susan oversaw the construction and she picked all
  of the furniture it was the crowning joy of her career as an
  architect to build a beautiful home."
  
  "At the risk of being rude, how did Susan pass away?"
  
  "The boys didn't tell you," Jim said surprised.
  
  "No." I then realized Lane and Kyle had disappeared--to their
  shared bedroom no doubt to unpack things.
  
  "She was killed by a drunk driver in 1994," Jim said without
  becoming overly sad. "I still miss her," he continued, "but as I
  tell the boys: you have to keep living."
  
  Jim hugged me and we proceeded up a grand staircase where he
  showed me a luscious master bedroom suite and then lead me down
  the north wing where we found a large open suite the boys shared.
  Easily 50 by 20. At one end, the room had a large bathroom with a
  single walk in closet. The bathroom featured a huge stall shower
  with four brass showerheads and room for two--or even three. At
  the other a corner office had views out the cliff face through the
  trees.
  
  "Would you rather share a room with the boys or use one of the
  guest rooms?"
  
  "I guess if they don't mind," I said modestly--and knowing the
  likely answer, "I'd rather share a room with them."
  
  Before Lane or Kyle could come up with a response, Jim chipped in,
  "Actually you are their older brother anyhow by six months, we'll
  bring in another bed and there is plenty of room in the office
  anyhow for them to share." Lane had started speaking and his dad
  probably assumed and objection rather than a "whatever" was coming
  but Jim then scolded Lane. "I don't want to hear complaints about
  sharing from you boys." Then he walked out.
  
Food
----

  Around one o'clock Jim came back into the bedroom and suggested
  that we come down for lunch. I was surprised to find a young
  looking asian male.
  
  "Rafael," Jim said, "this is Fung, he and his wife Maria, tend to
  the house. They are responsible for keeping the house clean and
  cooking all of the meals. They live here and their living quarters
  back past the kitchen is off limits to you and the boys."
  
  Jim continued, this time addressing Fung, "This is my 'adopted'
  son, Rafael. Treat him as you treat my boys."
  
  Four artfully decorated plates with Chinese food were already out
  on the table. Dad took the head place and Kyle and Lane sat next
  to each other along one side, Lane closer to dad than Kyle. I sat
  across from the twins and smiled broadly.
  
  The boys were surprisingly careful about their table manners and I
  tried to follow suit. Lunch was mostly quiet and uneventful, but
  dad did explain that he was going to be promoted to a divisional
  CEO-type position for one of the most profitable groups within the
  company.
  
  Kyle and Lane gave dad a round of applause and I followed suit.
  
  As we finished lunch, Fung came and took the plates. I must
  confess that my father, back in Spain, never liked dining out. He
  always preferred my mom's American cooking. As a result I am quite
  used to American cuisine, but not as used to Chinese and other
  similar ethnic foods. "Nice lunch," dad said addressing Fung, "how
  about some traditional Spanish cuisine for dinner to give Rafael a
  taste of home?"
  
  Fung nodded assent and left without really saying anything.
  
  "Lane, Kyle, go get changed," dad said firmly.
  
  "You too," he said turning to me.
  
Punishment
----------

  Lane and Kyle trotted up the stairs quickly and I tried to keep up
  with their pace. In their bedroom they were already stripping
  naked and into their jockstraps. I followed suit and then knelt
  over the bed right next to Kyle.
  
  Dad walked in and told us to follow him downstairs. If the boys
  were embarrassed they hid it well. I followed the boys and dad
  down the main stairs and then out and back the house of the house.
  
  We went out the french doors and walked across the lawn to a
  cabana by a large pool that dominated the immediate back yard of
  the house. Inside the cabana I noticed a wooden saw horse that was
  undoubtly going to be the site of our punishment.
  
  "Boys," dad started and corrected himself, "Lane and Kyle. I know
  that your older brother has already addressed some of your
  performance issues on the field, but I have only one question for
  you." He paused for dramatic effect. "Did you do the absolute best
  you could do out there on the field?"
  
  Kyle shook his head and bowed it slightly.
  
  "Lane?"
  
  Lane paused, always slightly more the leader-agitator, but finally
  shook his head and bowed it slightly as well.
  
  Dad paused and asked the twins whether there was anything he or I
  could do to help them perform better.
  
  The twins shook their heads no in unison.
  
  Kyle, honorably, just walked over to the saw horse and bent over
  it. Dad picked up a razor strap and laid thirty firm blows onto my
  lover's butt. Kyle stood up after the punishment and remained
  standing with his head bowed. Lane hesitated about thirty seconds
  too long and dad took him by the ear and forced him into the same
  position Kyle had just occupied. Sixty strokes of the razor strap
  later, Lane was crying out apologies for not trying his hardest
  and disappointing dad.
  
  Dad relented and helped Lane up. Both twins got hugs and kisses
  and were sent back to their room to stay in bed until dinner.
  
  "I need you to respect me as a father figure," Jim said turning
  his attention to me.
  
  "Sir," I started.
  
  "Young man," Jim said clearly indicating that my speech was not
  called for.
  
  "I already consider you my boy," Jim explained, "and I know that
  in time the twins will consider you their older brother. Right now
  you need to understand fully and clearly that I want only to see
  you reach your full potential and I do not accept anything other
  than your best. Further, when you don't push yourself, I will put
  you in your place."
  
  With that my new dad put me over the sawhorse where my lovers--and
  new brothers--and just been positioned. Some rope was used to
  fasten my hands and ankles in place and then I heard the swoosh of
  a cane.
  
  "~OWWW~," I cried out in pain as the first stroke landed. My body
  shook against the frame of the saw horse vainly trying to escape
  dad's cane. Eighty brutal strokes later I could feel that there
  were deep welts and I was crying loudly.
  
  Dad untied me and helped me stand up. Dad pulled me close and
  embraced me. One hand traced the outlines on my sore butt. "I love
  you dad," I said.
  
  "I love you too," he responded holding me tighter and squeezing my
  sore ass cheeks.
  
  "Thank you for punishing me properly," I said.
  
  He guided me back to the house and I found myself walking in to
  Maria--naked save for a jock and with my butt welted from a
  caning. Dad kept me from falling flat with embarrassment and
  guided me up the stairs and into his bedroom.
  
  "The twins usually like to lay next to each other after a spanking
  so why don't you stay with me for a few hours."
  
  I held him tighter and nodded.
  
  In the bedroom he lay down on the bed and pulled me in to lay on
  top of him, my head resting on his chest. The similarity of
  features between him and his younger sons was striking and a part
  of me wanted to kiss him passionately on the lips.
  
  Dad held me in a tight embrace and kissed me softly on the head
  telling me how proud he was of my artwork and that he wanted to
  see me succeed as a professional photographer.
  
  I sobbed in his arms and asked what to do about my "papa" which
  was what I started calling my paternal father over time.
  
  "Your dad will learn to be proud of you as you put your best
  effort into doing what you love the most and he will love you,"
  Jim insisted.
  
  I stopped sobbing and let Jim embrace and caress me.
  
  For a while we lay there silently, then after I had quieted down
  and relaxed, Jim announced, "Rafael I know you are gay and I think
  that is fine."
  
  Knowing what Lane had made me promise I initially started to
  backpedal and evade, but dad started squeezing my ass cheeks and
  said, "Don't make me take you back out there this weekend for
  lying to me."
  
  "Yes, I'm gay," I answered sheepishly.
  
  "See, that wasn't so bad," dad said proudly and embracing me
  firmly still. "I still love you and I have no problem with you, or
  Lane and Kyle being gay for that matter," he said matter of
  factly.
  
  Had that been a statement of fact? A question? Or just an open
  ended remark. My head spun and my heart started pounding, was he
  going to ask me about his beautiful twin boys, my lovers.
  
  "I've known they were gay for a while," Jim continued.
  
  I started to open my mouth and dad squeezed my welted ass cheeks
  violently and I quickly stopped talking. He was right about that,
  above all else, I definitely did not want another visit to the
  pool house this weekend.
  
  "Are you their lover?"
  
  A question.
  
  I tried to hide my head and dad grabbed my hair and pulled me up
  so I had to look in his eyes.
  
  "Yes they both are my lovers dad," I responded. Jim pulled me
  closer and kissed me on the cheek.
  
  "Good," Jim said. "I've really taken a liking to you and I do want
  it to be clear that no matter what I expect the three of you to
  get on as brothers whether or not you stay lovers."
  
  He kissed me again on the cheek and then let go of my hair and I
  found my lips fell against his. I kissed him and said, "yes sir."
  
  Dad helped me up and took me to the bathroom where he put some
  vaseline on my welted butt cheeks and then asked me to do the same
  for the boys and promised not to bother us till seven o'clock when
  we were expected downstairs in nice clothing for dinner.
  
  We kissed again on the lips and I headed out of the bedroom with
  just my jock.
  
  Maria was in the hall and I bit my lip to avoid turning bright red
  from embarrassment. Completely ignoring my virtual nudity she
  introduced herself in Spanish and explained she was from Mexico
  City. I introduced myself in Spanish and she commented that "Senor
  Thompson" was quite "strict" with his boys and she thought that
  was good. I nodded and headed to my room.
  
  The boys where laying in bed quietly, butts mildly red compared to
  my welt, their arms around each other. I quietly approached and
  then offered the vaseline balm. They agreed and I spread it on
  Kyle's butt and then Lane's. I then lay down next to them and they
  parted to let me lay--face down--between them.
  
Orgasm
------
  
  Kyle and Lane had remained quite firm about only having orgasms
  one day a week so today was the day for an orgasm.
  
  The boys ran their hands over my welted ass cheeks. Lane whispered
  in my ear, "Dad has never whipped us like that." Kyle licked my
  ear.
  
  Despite the soreness of my buttocks I rolled over and Kyle quickly
  made work of my cock. Lane kissed me and tongued me. Both of my
  twin lovers were trying to make me feel better and it was
  definitely working. They were kind to my ass and both abstained
  from fucking me. Instead Lane moved down and while Kyle continued
  to suck me off, he began to fuck his twin brother.
  
  After about ten minutes, I was managing to hold back an orgasm
  against Kyle's firm sucking efforts, but Lane shot a load into his
  brother's ass, so they switched places and Lane began sucking my
  cock as Kyle fucked his ass.
  
  Lane worked my cock harder and began biting the head and quickly
  brought me to orgasm. As I let out gasps of pleasure Kyle pulled
  out, pulled his brother off me and then moved up to unload a rich
  load of cum into my mouth.
  
  We all embraced and lay there for several hours.
  
  Around six, I remembered to mention that dad expected us
  downstairs at seven dressed nicely. The boys smiled and nodded.
  "Dinner is always at seven, and dad always expects us to be
  dressed nicely. At a minimum that means long slacks--not
  jeans--and a polo style shirt."
  
Dinner
------

  The three of us went down nicely dressed, but all with sore butts,
  me most of all. We sat as at lunch and there was already a nice
  spinach salad on the table. At my chair, I noticed a small
  doughnut style cushion had been placed. I smiled at dad when I saw
  it and he nodded to me.
  
  The salad was nice and after about fifteen minutes, Fung entered
  with a seafood paella. The paella was outstanding and I commented
  on the same to dad. I asked him some questions about his job that
  interested me and he seemed to be really excited at my interest in
  what he did. He asked me a lot of questions about my childhood in
  Ribadeo, Spain and those two topics predominated the dinner
  discussion.
  
  After Fung cleared the main entree, he wished us all a good night
  and headed out of the room. The twins made no effort to get up and
  so I tried to copy their moves.
  
  "Lane, Kyle," Jim started, "I would like to talk to you boys about
  something we haven't discussed in the past."
  
  The twins nodded, but I could already read Lane's look of concern.
  Jim stood up and came behind the twins and placed his hands on
  their shoulders.
  
  "I want to know, do you love Rafael?"
  
  Lane tried to stand up, but dad's firm grip on the shoulder kept
  him firmly seated.
  
  "I am proud of your boys whether or not you are gay, I love you
  both very much and my only concern is your happiness. So I need to
  know, for Rafael's sake and my own, do you love Rafael?"
  
  Lane again tried to stand up and dad pushed him back into the
  chair forcibly.
  
  "Do that one more time and your butt will look like Rafael's," Jim
  said.
  
  Kyle answered, "Yes we do dad." Lane nodded.
  
  "Good, I would have been angry with you boys if you lied to me
  there are two things I won't abide: lying and not doing your best.
  There is however one thing that I want to emphasize to the three
  of you boys. Whether you still love each other as lovers in five
  years, I expect you to continue loving Rafael as a brother. From
  this day forward he is your older brother and you are his younger
  brothers. Are we clear on that boys?"
  
  "Yes sir," Kyle and Lane answered in unison.
  
  I followed on with a nod.
  
  "There is one last thing I want to know," dad continued.
  
  Kyle interrupted, "we just didn't want to disappoint you sir, we
  weren't sure that you weren't going to be mad with us if we were
  gay."
  
  Jim kissed Kyle on the forehead and said, "I will love you boys no
  matter what till the end of time."
  
  "Did the three of you want some time alone or do you want to watch
  some movies together before going to bed?"
  
  I was surprised how cool dad was being and I think Lane and Kyle
  were as well.
  
Movies
------

  With four men in the house and four nights till we had to go back
  to University, we each picked a favorite movie out of dad's
  extensive DVD collection.
  
  Kyle picked the DVDs for both himself and Lane, both of the "Die
  Hard" genre. Dad picked a Japanese anime series. I was surprised
  by the breadth of the collection and ended up picking out a
  Spanish film: "All About My Mother".
  
  "Let's watch Rafael's first since he is the oldest of the three of
  you," dad suggested.
  
  Lane took the DVD from the counter and put it into the system. I
  was amazed by the size of the picture and the intensity of the
  audio from the theater system.
  
  The twins laid down next to each other on the floor and I ended up
  on the couch with dad. The twins looked stunning in their dressy
  clothing stretched out.  I think the boys were pleasantly
  surprised by the film and I know Jim seemed to really enjoy it as
  well.
  
  Jim invited us to his office study and offered the twins a brandy,
  which they accepted, and so when he offered me one I accepted as
  well. We sat in the study till late into the night discussing the
  movie, politics, the war in Afghanistan, and other weighty topics.
  The twins really surprised me since I still had a slight
  stereotype of them as a dumb jocks.
  
  After one glass of brandy the twins begged off. They kissed me
  passionately on the lips while leaving in front of their dad which
  made both of us quite happy. Dad offered me another glass of
  brandy which I accepted and I began telling him about when my
  mother who had--similarly to the twins' mother--died when I was
  around eleven. Jim told me more about the twins' mother and
  explained that he did not want to remarry till all of us were
  older. We talked a lot about my father and how differently my dad
  and he had handled their respective wives' deaths.
  
  Jim moved on to a third and fourth glass of brandy and I did the
  same. My father had always given me alcohol and most nights we had
  wine with dinner. Jim seemed to be showing signs of impairment
  after the fourth glass and I ended up having to help him upstairs
  in the end.
  
  He kissed me on the lips again and as he passed out said, "I'm so
  glad you make Lane and Kyle so happy."
  
More Sex
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  I was surprised to find the twins still awake when I came into the
  room and they got me to strip naked and head for the pool after
  promising--no swearing--that we would not get whipped for using
  the pool.
  
  Naked, we ran back out the back, all of our fannies quite red and
  dived into the pool. The twins "assaulted" me in the pool and
  though we stayed fairly quiet they tackled me and wrestled with me
  under the water. Then Kyle surprised me by jacking me off under
  the pool. I decided it was ok to follow suit and using both hands
  got the twins off while they kissed me passionately. They came
  simultaneously and it felt wonderful.
  
  We stayed out under the brisk autumn air for a while letting our
  bodies dry under the moon.
  
  The boys ended up carrying me into the house over their shoulders,
  taking turns. We collapsed in a pile on the bed.
  
  Dad woke us up at 0800 and did not seem remotely bothered by the
  sight of the three of us piled into Kyle's bed.

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