Good Morning
by David Heulfryn

 

Owen and Lily woke early, they noticed their two sons snuggled together when they went to bed, and when they woke this morning, it appeared they hadn’t moved. Finn still had his arms wrapped around his brother.

Lily smiled at Owen when she woke. “They don’t need a double bed, Owen.” She said as she went into the bathroom. “Are you joining me?” She winked at her husband.

Owen crawled out of bed, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Lily looked directly down at his hard cock. They had slept together naked last night but daren’t try anything in case they woke their sons. Lily watched as Owen’s cock swayed as he walked into the bathroom.

“I was hoping you’d join me in the shower.”

Owen grabbed his cock and gave it a tug. He moaned.

Lily turned on the shower and waited for Owen to join her. As he slid the glass door closed, Lily pounced on him. Kissing him, pushing her tongue down his throat. Owen wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. It wasn’t long before Lily dropped to her knees and swallowed Owen’s hard cock. Owen pressed his hands against the wall to steady himself. Lily hadn’t blown him for years. She claimed she didn’t like the feel of his cock against the back of her throat, so what was happening now was special to him. He loved it. He resisted the urge to push his cock deeper into Lily’s throat in case he choked her. Lily didn’t let up. Owen’s body convulsed, and his cock exploded, spewing cum down his wife’s throat. She sucked hard, draining Owen’s cock of cum.

Owen stood panting, trying to catch his breath. His cock remained hard but sensitive to touch. Lily kissed him, and he could taste his cum in her mouth.

“Your turn,” Lily said breathlessly and pushed Owen down to his knees.

Owen stared at her hairy cunt. He wondered what had happened to her. She was usually a strict once-a-month missionary girl. But he wasn’t going to complain because he had just had the best blow job in his life.

Lily grew impatient and placed a hand on the back of his head. She pulled him forward and crushed his face against her wet cunt. Owen quickly found her clitoris with his tongue and started playing. Lily’s groans could be heard above the noise of the shower. Owen kept licking, flicking and poking her cunt with his tongue. Lily gyrated her hips to make the most of his tongue, deftly directing it to the spot she wanted it. She tried not to scream as she came but failed miserably.

“Now fuck me,” Lily demanded.

Owen’s cock was still hard and ready to go again. He turned her around, ran his hands down her back, and grabbed her arse, massaging and pulling them apart.

Lily leaned forward and braced herself against the wall, the shower head above her back and spraying water. It flowed down the curvature of her spine and into the crack of her arse. The water ran between her legs and dribbled from her cunt. Owen grabbed the base of his cock and probed between her legs. He eventually found her cunt and pushed deep inside. He thrust in and out. Lily groaned as she was invaded by Owen’s thick cock. Both of them lost in lust.

It was their mother screaming that woke the boys. Finn was still holding on to Max, his cock still in the cleft of his buttocks. But now his cock was hard. It invariably was in the mornings. Max moaned as he woke.

“What’s going off?” Finn asked.

“How should I know, Min.” Max croaked, “I’ve only just woken up.” He looked at the empty bed opposite. “I think Mum and Dad are up.”

They heard a squeak from the bathroom. It was their Mum.

“I need a pee, Max.” Finn fidgeted and then got out of bed. He started to jiggle, his hard four-inch cock wiggling as he shook.

“Just go in. I’m sure they won’t mind.” Max smiled.

Finn gingerly opened the bathroom door and poked his head inside. He gasped when he saw what his parents were doing in the shower.

“Max!” Finn whispered throatily. “They’re having sex. I can’t go in now.”

“Have they seen you?”

“No, they’re in the shower. But I’m bursting, Max.” Finn wiggled, his hands covering his crotch, holding onto his hard cock, desperate not to let any pee escape. “Max!” Finn whined.

“Don’t pee yourself. Just quickly go in, and use the toilet but don’t flush. Hopefully, they won’t see you.”

Oh, Max!” Finn felt awful for what he was about to do. He dashed into the bathroom and stood in front of the toilet. As his parents were fucking in the shower, he relaxed his cock and let out a strong stream of pee.

Max had gotten out of bed and poked his head around the door. He was curious. Max couldn’t help but laugh as he saw his little brother pissing in the toilet and his parents fucking in the shower. Finn turned to look at his brother.

“Only in Cockaigne,” Max said to Finn and got back into bed.

Finn absentmindedly flushed the toilet just at the moment Owen came. Lily clenched, and the water became scoldingly hot. Lily screamed as her back took the brunt of the water. She twisted, wrenching Owen’s cock from inside her and reached for the shower knobs, turning off the water. Finn stood still, shocked. He watched as his Dad emerged and grabbed a towel. Lily followed.

They ignored Finn as Owen rubbed Lily’s back with the towel. “It’s alright, Love,” Owen said as he checked Lily wasn’t hurt.

“I’m fine, Owen. It was more the shock than anything.”

Lily looked over at Finn. It was the first time she’d seen him in the bathroom. She saw the frightened look on his face and laughed. “Come here, Sweetie,” she held her arms open and went to hug him. “It’s okay, Finn. I’m fine.”

“Sorry, Mum,” Finn said, his face squished against her fleshy breast.

Lily held his head close, running her fingers through his almost blond hair.

“What’s going on in there?” Max shouted from the bedroom, safely under the duvet. He was about to get up and put some underpants on to check what was happening when Owen entered the bedroom. “Dad!” Max was surprised to see his father naked.

“Time to get up, Max.” Owen smiled, “We’ve got a busy day ahead and something special planned.”

“What?” Max asked.

“Never you mind. Just get in that shower.” Owen told him.

Max looked around for his clothes or at least something to cover himself up when he got out of bed.

Owen knew what Max was up to, “Just get up, Max. We’ve all seen you naked. So don’t get all bashful now.”

Casual nudity was still new to Max. He would sometimes feel bashful and sometimes feel like ripping his clothes off and showing everyone his naked body.

When Max got out of bed, Owen noticed that Max’s cock was soft. He chuckled, “I thought you’d be hard with not wanting to get out of bed.”

Max looked down. He felt stupid at suddenly becoming bashful.

“Get in there, Max,” Owen told him and slapped his bare arse as he walked passed.

Finn was already in the shower, but when he noticed Max come into the bathroom, he opened the door and demanded that he join him.

“There’s plenty of room,” Finn argued.

“I’ll wait until you’re done.” Max insisted.

Lily was drying herself, listening to Max refuse to shower with his younger brother.

“Max,” she called to him. “I don’t understand you. Last night you two were cuddling so closely together you couldn’t fit a hair between you. And now you’re refusing to shower with Finn.”

“You tell him, Mum.” Finn squealed. “Come in, Max. It’ll be fun. It’s big enough for four.”

“Go on, Max.” Lily gave his bare bottom a quick slap. “Just look how happy you’ll make your brother.”

Max reluctantly joined Finn in the shower.

Finn jumped up and briefly hugged him. “You can wash my back.” He handed Max a bottle of shower gel and turned to let the water flow over his head. Finn giggled as Max’s fingers tickled. “Now do my bottom.” Finn giggled.

Max squeezed some more shower gel onto his hands and rubbed Finn’s white arse cheeks. They felt fleshy but firm. His eyes were drawn to his cute dimples. They looked so boyish. Max pulled his hand along the cleft, his fingers running over Finn’s hole, making him giggle again.

Finn turned around, “My turn!”

Max smiled when he saw Finn’s hard cock pointing at him. He turned around and allowed his younger brother to wash his back.

When Finn got to Max’s buttocks, he lingered. Feeling his flesh and playing with them. He did what Max did to him and rubbed his fingers down the cleft, touching his hole and making Max shiver.

“All done!” Finn declared.

Both brothers were hard. Finn grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. Max checked through the frosted glass door to see if they were alone.

Satisfied that their parents weren’t in the bathroom, he took hold of his stiff cock and started to stroke.

The brothers faced each other as they masturbated in the shower. Their stroking synchronised. Whenever Finn quickened or slowed down, Max subconsciously kept the same pace.

Max closed his eyes and imagined James. He imagined James was with him, and they were wanking together. He wished it was James with him in the shower and not his brother. If James was with him, they would be stoking each other’s cocks, their lips locked together, their tongues playing a merry dance. But it was Finn he was sharing a shower with, so he kept his hands to himself. But it didn’t stop his mind from picturing James. Naked and hard. Remembering the feel of his fingers on his cock. The touch of his lips on his. The feel of his fingers pressing against his hole. His mind couldn’t take anymore, and he felt his cock throb and spurt. Max looked down as his cum flew from his cock. Some landed on Finn’s legs, but most landed on the shower floor and slowly cascaded down the drain.

Finn watched his brother ejaculate and felt his cum hit his thigh. It sent him over the edge, and he squeezed his hard four-inch cock as it throbbed and spewed its immature spunk out. It didn’t fly as far as Max’s. There was no danger of it hitting his brother.

The brothers stood motionless, holding their spent cocks as the water washed over them.

“That was fun.” Finn released his softening cock and turned to the shower spray to rinse himself. He carried on showering like masturbating with his brother was an everyday occurrence. He shampooed his hair as Max looked on. Max didn’t know what to do, so he followed his brother and shampooed his hair.

Max was amazed that Finn could behave so casually in these sexual situations. To Max, they had shared an intimate moment. To Finn, it was just a moment. Something they enjoyed but nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. Max wished he could take it all in his stride, like Finn.

The brothers rinsed the soap from their bodies and shut off the water. They opened the frosted and fogged glass door to grab a towel from the rail.

Max dried himself and wrapped a towel around his waist. Finn returned his towel to the rail, and the brothers went back to the bedroom.

Their parents were still naked. Their Dad was lying on the bed while their mum was brushing her hair at the dressing table.

“Are we all ready to go down for breakfast?” Owen asked.

“I just need to get dressed, Dad,” Max said as he grabbed his clothes.

“Your Mum and I thought we’d go down to breakfast naked. The rest of the guests seem to stay naked at the B&B. We thought we’d give it a try.”

“Okay,” Max sighed. “But I’m not going out naked.”

“Don’t worry, Max. We won’t be. I can’t speak for your Dad and Finn. But I won’t be.” Lily said.

“Come on, Max.” His Dad put his arm around his eldest son’s shoulder. “Let’s give that sweet cock of yours an airing and show the other guests what the Fletcher guys are swinging.”

Lily burst out laughing. “Come on, I’m getting hungry.” She led the family out of the room and downstairs for breakfast.

 

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