It was Thanksgiving, my freshman year. I'd just turned 19 (age I am now). I'd originally not thought I was going to be able to come home, but my folks bought me the ticket.

My brother and sister, the twins, were 23 for another two weeks. My sister was at Madison, brother at Northwestern so it wasn't hard for them to get home. I'm at ASU, so a hair worse to get home.

Dad came down to pick me up in Chicago, the ticket was about half price. It'd been a few months, and since my siblings were already home, we stopped at a rest area so I could blow him in the back of the Explorer.

The familiar taste of him, the texture, it put me right over into the next level and I practically devoured him. Ten minutes in he was blowing an impressive, days if not weeks load into my mouth. I kept going, but he just chuckled and said we had to get home.

Tuesday evening I crashed in my comfy, recognizable bed and was out like a light. The next day I hit all the old haunts, thought about going to the porn shop. Considered messaging a few guys, but just decided on some custard.

That night, Dad went to bed early. He had to be in to work at the crack of dawn, since some of the other supervisors were on vacation. Mom had joined him to try to assuage a headache.

So us kids took our positions around the table by the pool. Cold weather jackets. A bottle of wine (our folks hadn't ever cared if we drank wine sparingly. After puberty).

Then my brother took out some dispensary goodies. We all ate a gummy, which hit me hard. They were used to this shit.

Our talk became a bit raunchy not long after. My sister talked about her triumphs, the lacrosse player with the massive prick. The dude in her history class that went forever and shot cum over her head.

My brother had similar tales, and brought up several stories about him and a couple guys. Blowjobs mostly. He did fuck one guy in the ass. His stories about women were over the top, like he was trying to outdo my sister.

I was keeping my mouth shut. Weed has an effect on all of us, we get giggly and horny. I couldn't say a word.

“Alright kiddo!” My sister said, laying her eyes on me, “Spill. Freshman year, you gotta be fucking anything that moves.”

“Nope!” I chuckled, “Just a couple there. Nothing big.”

“You're on Grindr though. Saw your profile and showed to it her. Clearly you're being a bit more prolific. You fucked anyone regular?” my brother asked with another laugh.

I sighed. My inhibitions had taken a shit somewhere and it came out without my knowledge, “Well, I have been banging Dad since right after my 18th birthday.”

The table went quiet, other than my low chuckling. “You have GOT to be full of shit. Dad? He's straight!” My sister whisper-yelled.

“You'd be surprised.” I said, “I'm not even thonly person who blows him. He goes to a gloryhole to get oral periodically because of Mom's freaky streak is so unpredictable.”

“No fucking shit. I mean, I kinda always wondered, but actually doing it? Fuck!” She laughed. “Holy shit. What's that even like?”

“Well, I can't blow him all the way because he's too thick. Just a bit over six inches. I still get him off after about our third week. He likes to fuck your face. Slow and easy. Buttfucking you he's an animal.” I laughed.

“Wait, he fucks you too? Like, in the ass?” I nodded, “You take cock in the ass? Dad's cock?” I nodded again.

My brother had been silent this whole time, just staring at me. After I nodded a couple more questions about if mom knew (she did, we had a talk this summer), if I was really into it? Had we done it since I got home? I told her about the SUV.

Finally, my brother said, “Bullshit. There's no fucking way. Dad is straight.”

Nodding, I said, “Yeah, he is. But any hole is a goal.”

He stood up. “So, if you suck Dad off, you shouldn't have a problem sucking my dick?” Both of us looked hard at him before bursting into laughter.

“I'm not joking!” He said, unzipped his pants and pulled out his already-prominent hard-on.

It looked like Dad's, but narrower and a touch longer. “Ok. Suck it. If incest is your thing, you shouldn't have a problem.”

“Incest isn't my thing. Sex is. Come on over and I'll show you.” Fuck it, why not?

“Come over then. Right in front of me. I'm not scared.”

I was scared shitless.

My experience to this point is Dad and a bunch of hookups and randos. Dad was an instructor. All the other dudes were just fun.

But this guy. He's my brother. He's got experience. I mean, I have to impress him.

Or I could be terrible and he could instruct me. I was high. I could be amazing.

I leaned forward in my chair and then sat at the edge, pulling my head higher. He's almost as tall as Dad, and I realized this wasn't going to work. On my knees then.

He was steaming in the cold air. His head was similar to Dad's, wide and somewhat flattened, like a turtle’s shell. However, Dad was three fingers wide and two high. My brother was about ⅔ the size.

What I'd noticed is that I only worried about my gag reflex with big guys. Slightly large down to slender I could completely throat.

Thinking for a minute, I decided to treat him more like a hookup. This wasn't going to be a frequent thing, right? See if I can prove something.

I started with my tongue, licking the cooling flesh. I went along either side, finding that he was hard, but had a somewhat loose layer of skin. Almost as if he was circumcised with some foreskin left.

His first trigger was his scar, directly at the underside. His second was where his sack came down. I found that on my way to explore his surprisingly heavy balls, despite the cold air, they hung impressively.

Back up, I opened my lips and took him in. The chill flesh immediately warmed and he hissed in either discomfort or desire.

“So, hero. How's he doing?” My sister asked as I took him all the way into my throat and he gasped loudly.

He somewhat haltingly said, “He's ok. I mean nothing I'm going to change my…Jesus Christ!” He exclaimed just as I started one of Dad's paces, except completely onto him.

I hit both of the triggers on every move. Narrowing my tongue for the bottom side, flattening it out for his sack connection. Slobber exploding around my lips.

His hands went to my shoulders, “Fucked u fuck fuck! Holy shit bro…holy…do…do you want me…to pull?”

In answer, I reached around and grabbed his ass, not giving him the option. “Oh fuck! Oh…. Fuck!”

His first pulse went straight down into my stomach. I pulled back for the rest. His cumshot was forceful, powerful. It smacked into the back of my throat, barely giving me enough on my tongue to taste it.

Almost sweet. Of course the clean, salty tang of most guys, but an almost sugary aspect. I should have let myself taste more.

He kept repeating “fuckfuckfuck” as he unloaded and I marveled in how his urethra spread open for the shots as my tongue explored under his head.

A second or two later he pulled out of my mouth, steaming more than when he'd entered. I got up and sat back down.

“Ok, shut up. You give a good blowjob.” He said, putting himself away.

My sister was laughing, “Good? You came in under three minutes. Either you've got shit staying power or he's fucking amazing.”

“Fuck you.” He said to her.

“Well, with all this family sex, I guess we'll see.” She broke out into near hysterics.