(This is a story is a little departure from my normal, with bisexual content.)
I had made my peace with Cheryl's relationship with her father, but I made sure to give them space. I purposefully wasn't there when Mark came over. Or I went out and did yard work while he fucked her. I was upset at first, especially knowing Mark had fathered the boy who everyone assumed Dan's kid. I wondered how long the man had been fucking Courtney.
I wasn't dumb. I knew Mark would want to impregnate Cheryl. Or, at least, I knew if he wanted to, he would. Cheryl would go along with the crazy scheme. The sad part was, I'd go along with the crazy scheme. We were all in Mark Bryant's web.
I worried for a few weeks, but after a while I accept the knowledge. I was in love with Cheryl, and in my own fucked up way I was in love with her father.
I worked hard, and if I didn't hit the gym after work I usually had to put in extra time to make up for my extended lunch workout. At least it meant my commute wasn't so bad. Cheryl, meanwhile, had an entry level job at an interior design company in Round Rock. Her hours were shorter and I often came home to find her changed into casual clothes. There was at least a 50/50 chance Mark Byrant's sperm was in her pussy.
So I ate Cheryl out every fucking day after work, rooting for gold. It wasn't jealousy or cuckdom. I just loved eating Mark's cum. And Cheryl loved getting her pussy eaten. Oral was becoming one of our favorite things. Her going down on me in the morning before work, me munching her cunt before fucking her in the evening. We were a twice a day kind of couple. Life was good.
I tried to keep my distance with Big Daddy. Respectful, polite son-in-law. Or I would be his son-in-law in a couple of months, when Cheryl and I got married. I knew if Mr. Bryant told me to get down and suck his cock, I knew I would. I had no idea if he would make the move to fuck me like he'd fucked his flesh and blood son, but I'd probably go along with that, too.
But he didn't make a move. He was too busy with his daughter.
I came home one Tuesday. Not Mark's normal night to come by, but he'd clearly stopped by from the office early. The SUV was out front and his business casual clothes were all over the living room. And sounds of hot, rough sex were coming from the bedroom.
Good god, if he was hurting my Cheryl, I'd kill him, I don't care who he thought he was.
Only as I got to the spot where I could see in, I caught my wife in the throes of orgasm. Her long blond hair fell in her face as Big Daddy held her hips and bounced her petite body up and down with quick rapid jerks, practically using his daughter's body to jerk off with.
Cheryl's tits bounced and her hand frigged her clit as she came. I've seen so many fake orgasms in porn, and I suspected Cheryl sometimes faked it with me, though more convincingly. She wasn't faking now. Her cries were loud and shrill.
I could somehow hear the slick sloshy sounds of that wet cock pistoning, and it took me a second to realize it wasn't pounding Cheryl's cunt. Instead, Mark was sodomizing my fiancee's asshole. A couple of jerky thrusts, then he buried himself deep inside and held still. I could see the tube contract at the base of his cock. He was filling Cheryl's ass full of his seed.
I stepped out, light headed. Turned on.
But I wasn't gonna be taunted. I went out back and got out my fucking lawnmower.
I wasn't a complete cuck. Cheryl didn't cut me off. The safety valve for our now sticky relationship was the fact that Cheryl was a complete nympho. More than I realized. The more she fooled around with her father, the more she craved sex with me.
I got over my mopey mood. I manned up and fucked my fiancee. I tried to live up to Mark Bryant in every way. Physical sex, marathon fucking on the weekend, surprise requests for a quickie blow job before dinner.
I could tell Cheryl was surprised by my change in demeanor, and that just egged me on.
"Nick, Babe," she purred after I went twice in a row one night, working her to five orgasms in the process. "I don't know what's gotten into you lately, but I love it."
Naively I thought I was swinging back to the hetero side of my bisexuality. Maybe for good, though I knew Mark Bryant could disturb that equilibrium whenever he wanted. But the big man was engrossed with Cheryl and with spending time with his new grandson/son over at Dan's.
I should have known better. I had a work social function one evening and was getting home after dark. I'd barely turned off the highway onto the road leading to my subdivision when I saw the police lights turn on behind me.
"Fuck!" I hissed, then turned my signal on to pull off.
I had maybe been speeding though not by much, but these bored small-town fuckers had quotas to fill.
I rolled down the window as the officer approach, flashlight beaming at the car and right in at my face as he stepped up.
Then like that, it turned off. "Sorry Mr. Nick, I didn't recognize your car," the Texas cop said apologetically. He clearly didn't know my last name, only that I was an in-law of the Bryants.
It was Officer Randy Slocum, looking hot and fuckable as ever in his full uniform and cap. The contrast between his aw-shucks boyish looks and the beef filling out that uniform was incredible.
"Hi, Randy," I greeted dumbly. Maybe not the respect I should show an officer of the law, but damnit he'd sucked my cock already, it was hard to call him Officer.
He smiled, but I could tell the lack of respect stung a little. "Just wanted to... well, maybe you should get that tail light checked, sir."
I acted impatient. "I'll do that, Randy," I repeated his first name once more. "Anything else?"
He had a hard time keeping that Officer Friendly smile. "No sir, have a good evening, sir." And like that he gave a slow pat to my window ledge and turn to walk slowly back to the car.
The whole interaction had me hard as nails. "Wait, Randy!" I cried out. I didn't even look around I heard the crush of the gravel under his cop shoes stop. Then return.
"Yessir?" he asked. Peering into the car, clearly nervous now. I thought of what Mark Bryant had called him. Faggot cop.
I smiled. "When you are gonna suck my dick again?"
He looked like a deer in the headlights, in this instance headlights coming from the cop cruiser parked behind me, where his riding partner still waited.
But he didn't hesitate to pull out a pad and pen and write down something. I didn't have to look to know I was getting his personal cell phone number.
He handed it to me and tipped his cap in a little gesture of salute. "Anytime you want, sir. Have a good evening, Mr. Nick."
By late September we entered high planning mode for the wedding. Well, the Bryant women were in high planning mode. I was just in my "yes honey" mode. It was all good, though. I was looking forward to the wedding. Even with the crazy Bryant sexual dynamics and the threeway relationship I was entering into. Maybe it was like the stages of grief. I'd gone through denial, anger, bargaining, and depression, and I was entering acceptance.
Only between work and wedding shit and just normal life stuff, Cheryl and I weren't having sex as much. We'd gone from a twice a day couple to a four times a week couple. Fuck. Cheryl was over at her parents every other night, and I'm sure was getting her cunt stuffed with Big Daddy's fat cock. Good for her. It had been a while since I'd sucked the guy off. I kind of missed it, but it would happen again, I knew. I wasn't gonna beg for dick like a wuss.
That didn't mean someone else was above some begging.
It was a normal Thursday. I'd gotten off work at a reasonable hour and decided to hit the gym. I'd sent Dan Bryant a text. "Gonna get a workout in about 5:30. Wanna join?" Lately Dan had seemed self-conscious about his college weight gain. He wasn't overweight or anything, but he had just some of that padding a guy gets when he lets himself go to seed a little. Or at least lives like a normal dude.
I had to admit I'd gotten obsessive about fitness. It was kind of my thing. And my body and strength had fueled my sex life with Cheryl. And I had more energy all around. I was 24 and was gonna be the best version of 24 I could.
I guess Dan was inspired, or shamed, maybe. He asked if I could give him some training tips, and one thing led to another and we started hitting the gym regularly. I worried at first. I mean, I'm pretty damn focused in the gym and don't like to bullshit or chat. But Dan was great. He had been a Division II football player and knew his way around a gym. And he had a real good baseline strength to start with, he'd just not been as diligent the last few years. Dan had Big Daddy's beefy genes and would never be as trim as me, but he hit the weights hard and was looking really good.
I enjoyed bonding with the guy, too. He was going to be my brother-in-law and increasingly it felt like we were buddies, too. I missed that. I'd transplanted myself half way across the country. None of my friends around, and my life centering around Cheryl, work, and the Bryants, in that order. I had made some cool acquaintances at my job, but I realized I missed having a good bud in my life.
The only drawback was that Dan Bryant was dumb as a fucking rock. He knew how to talk about football and golf and to crack jokes. That was it. He'd never needed anything more to get by in life. Thing was, though, after a while, I didn't care. Some outwardly friendly, backslapping dudes are real douchebags, but Dan was just one of those sincerely nice guys. He'd give you the shirt off his back if you asked. He won me over, for sure.
So, that Thursday in late October, Dan and I hit chest day, hard and showered off at the gym after. We were in the locker area, drying off and changing into our regular clothes. I took a look at Dan's body. He was looking really fucking good, that day. I didn't chub, but I gave my dick a little tug before pulling up my boxer briefs.
He smiled and looked over my way. "Got plans, Nick?" he asked. "Maybe we can watch the Cowboys game." As a Jersey guy, I'd never ever be on board with the Cowboys. But Thursday night football seemed like a good way to unwind after a long day.
"Sounds good, man," I said, reaching into my locker to pull out a casual T-shirt to wear. I pulled it on and then noticed Dan's eyes were on me. The dude was horny, but hella nervous.
"Yeah?" I asked. Something about the way he was looking at me made me bone up. Blue eyed Texas boy, looking extra fuckable. Thankfully there weren't any guys in our row. But fuck, if they had, I don't know if I could have stopped that erection.
He seemed even more nervous now as he leaned in and whispered. "Think you can help me out tonight? I need some dick... it's been a week."
What the fuck? I remembered what Big Daddy said about raising a pussy of a boy, but I had no idea Dan was that cock-addicted.
Dan shook his head, embarrassed. "Nah. Daddy's been busy, I just... well, I met up with this guy in Austin. I needed it, Nick."
That fucking lunkhead, I thought to myself. Stupid.
Still, I patted his back and flashed him a smile. "Your bro Nick will take care of ya, buddy. We'll head back to my place, kick back and have some fun, OK?"
God the smile Dan gave me made my dick twitch. I slipped on some shorts. I still wasn't sure what I thought of living in Texas, but being able to wear shorts this time of year wasn't bad.
Cheryl was over at her parents that night. Dinner, and probably staying later. As Dan and I walked into my place, I turned on the big screen and flipped the channels to the game. I'd probably let myself have a beer, but first things first.
"Let's head to the bedroom, bud," I said, stepping up to Dan and planting a kiss on the guy. There was something direct and easy going about sex with him at that moment. Like with my college buddies sophomore year.
Dan melted into that kiss. It was wild to see a big ex-jock like that act like a chick when he got kissed.
Not that I'd mistake him for a woman. His body was hard, his skin rougher, and his stubble grinding against mine. And even freshly showered, Dan smelt like a man. I loved it.
As we kissed I pushed down my casual shorts and boxer briefs. My little man wanted to come out and play, so I let him. I pulled back and looked into those baby blue eyes. The guy was crazy handsome, almost criminally so. I'm sure lots of women in town creamed their panties fantasizing about Dan Bryant. I'm sure he won over his big-tittied cheerleader wife easily in college.
Dan nodded and quickly crouched down.
The dude was hungry for it, I'll give him that. Maybe he had some misgivings about fucking up our family relationship, but with the Bryants things were already majorly fucked up. I thought I'd have misgivings, but I was horny and I loved every second of Dan's tongue slathering my prick.
I loved it even better when he took me into his hot mouth. Dan was better at this than his sister. I'd been sampling Officer Randy Slocum's talents regularly lately, and I couldn't decide if Dan was better than that slut cop. He was certainly working for a close runner-up prize, bobbing a lot of my thick inches with each mouth stroke.
"That's it, buddy," I encouraged, even as i gave his cheek a light slap. "Get your fill. Your Nick's got ya, baby."
That drove Dan Bryant fucking wild. He attacked my cock with a nasty, fast deep throat action. Tears were streaming down his face, but I knew they were tears of happiness.
After another minute, I pulled out my cock and slapped his face. A wet smack, then another on other cheek.
"Please, Nick," the guy gasped. 210 pounds of hunk on his haunches. "I need it. Need your cock." I decided then and there that I liked hearing a man beg. A lot.
I pulled back and let him watch my dick bounce in sexual heat. "Come on," I growled. I kicked off my shorts and turned to walk toward the bedroom. Dan scrambled up to this feet and followed me like a puppy.
I was already stripping my shirt off. The way Dan looked at me was a mirror image of Cheryl's appreciative gaze at my body.
"Strip and get on the bed, Dan," I ordered quietly. He needed cock? Fine. But I was running this show.
The guy seemed both grateful and embarrassed. Embarrassed by his need. But he did as I asked. His cock was hard as nails. Though not as well hung as Big Daddy, he had that Bryant cock, bigger than mine. Didn't matter. I was top dog here.
My dick twitched as I saw Dan stretch his big muscled body face down on my bed. He hadn't been skipping leg day, I knew. Those hamstrings were thick and knotty, but the ass was the prize. Not that huge chunky dad ass that Mr. Bryant had. No, Dan had two round globes of pure brawn, lightly hairy.
I wanted to eat that ass. I had never licked a guy's hole before, never had any desire to, really. But I got into place now, breathing on Dan's prize ass and spreading those buns. Hairy trench, tight wrinkled hole. I'd fucked him before, sure, but I'd been under Mark's spell then. I'd fucked Dan on his father's sperm. But even without the incest, even without my hots for Big Daddy, I wanted this. I leaned in and started eating Dan out.
"Fuck yeah," the guy moaned. It was a man's voice. A cunt of a man, but a man. That egged me on. I went wild licking his hole, tasting him, prodding him, opening him up. This wasn't like eating pussy, but I loved it just as much. The oral sensation, the nastiness, the way it turned Dan on.
He writhed against my face, and I felt his strength. I slapped his ass, and that seemed to calm him momentarily. But then he'd get worked up again, bucking harder like a slut.
I gave another slap, harder and rose up. "You fucking cunt," I growled, playful but in charge. "Don't worry, man, I'm gonna fuck that hole."
I fumbled in my drawer for some lube. I slicked up and thought of just mounting that stud, but the cruel part of me made him wait. I paused, hands on my hips, my slick cock erect and watch Dan slowly realize I wasn't fucking him right away.
He pushed that ass up. And then came that dumb-jock plea. "Nick.... Please.... I need it man."
"Need what?" I played dumb.
"Your cock. Your hot fucking cock!" he bursted out. It sounded like he was almost in tears.
I ran my hands teasingly up those thick hamstrings, caressing him, but mostly enjoying copping a feel of a fuck partner who was the total opposite of a woman. Muscled, hard. Just a few years older than me. "You gonna be a good cunt?"
That shocked him. "Whaddya mean?" I felt bed breaking the poor guy down like that. Dan was a good guy. Would give me the shirt off his back, I repeated in my head, like a mantra. But fuck, I was in a zone, and my brother in law was responsible for it.
I spoke calmly, deliberately as my hands smoothly caressed his amazing ass. "I don't fuck just anyone, Dan."
I dug in with my thumbs, feeling the heat of his crack. God, I was hard. "If I do... if I fuck you... are you gonna be a good cunt?" I dug into his pucker with my lubed finger just as I punctuated my words.
Dan hissed at the intrusion. "Fuck..." Then his posture stiffened back up in his face down position, head turned back toward me some. "Yeah. I'll be a good cunt." I could tell it pained him to say those words aloud. But he said them. Hell he could have told me to fuck off. Maybe he wouldn't have gotten my dick, but I probably still would have fucked him. I was just enjoying see how far I could push the guy.
"Good boy," I answered and pushed my cock into him. Not hard, but it wasn't a slow entry either. "There... easy, bro," I assured him as I held steady and his ass clenched tight. His head may have wanted cock, but his body needed more convincing. I caressed his muscle lovingly then leaned down to kiss beneath his shoulder. "Your Nick's got you, buddy," I assured him.
Dan relaxed. Not immediately, but it didn't take long for his hole to ease up and to let more of my dick in.
"That's it, Dan, buddy. I wanna fuck you good," I hissed in his ear. I was getting real turned on, too, probably more than him. If I wasn't careful I was gonna be the one begging soon. Begging Dan to let me fuck him silly.
As I eased, I could sense the guy's building excitement. Head and body were meeting again. That hunky ass was backing up into my crotch now, completing the connection. My prick was fully buried and my nuts pressed against his furry ass.
"Fuck yes!" Dan hissed. If only Big Daddy could see his son. Then again, I thought lewdly, he already had. In very much this position.
"You like that, buddy?" I growled in his ear, licking a little.
He nodded dreamily. "Yeah, Nick. I need your cock in me."
"You got it, bro," I hissed and pulled out for the first fuck thrust. I decided the best part of the fuck was the first thrust. And the one that got me to cum. I repeated the action.
"You got an amazing dick," Dan hissed. He was entering the zone, all right.
"You know I love ya, bro, right....?" It wasn't a romantic confession, but a guy-to-guy assurance.
He nodded. "I do. Fuck me, Nick." God he was needy.
I complied, putting more power in my glutes, letting the ex-jock really feel each shove. Felt good for me, too. Only we had something we need to set straight.
"It's because your my bro that I'm gonna tell you straight, Dan," I grunted, getting off on mixing family business with sex. "You fucked up."
"Huh?" I was messing with his mind. I didn't mean to be cruel, honest, but he needed to hear this. "You may be a pussy, but you don't go hunting for cock, hear? You're a Bryant, goddamnit." I fucked faster, harder. Dan was feeling it all right but he wasn't telling me to stop. I wasn't gonna either. "You need dick, you come to Daddy or me... we'll take care of your cunt."
The guy was crying now. Not pleasure, not pain, just overwhelmed emotionally.
"Got it!" He replied quickly. Fuck, the dumb lug was getting turned on. I fucked faster now, knowing it wouldn't take me long to get off.
"You're a hot fucker," I hissed, reaching around to hold onto all that muscle as I humped toward my nut. A few more strokes I was there. I buried my face in his neck and let out a deep roar as I came. Hot brother in law seed filled him up.
I slowed my pace and eventually stopped, holding my still hard, still dripping dong inside him. I kissed him, kissed every inch of twenty-something dude flesh my lips could touch.
Finally I asked, "Need me to get off you, bud?"
He shook his head. "No. This is good. I like feeling you on top of me, Nick."
My dick firmed up, all the way back into fuck hardness again. I humped him gently but didn't start fucking again. Maybe that would come. But I remembered what Big Daddy said. About Dan needing affection.
I kissed again, craning up to kiss along his neck. "I'm gonna take care of you, Dan. Anytime you need it, you come to your man Nick, hear? Just come to me, buddy."
This was one fucked up family, but I was starting to love every bit of Bryant fucked-up-ness.
Weekends gave me and Cheryl more time to enjoy each other and to connect sexually. Not to rush things. To spend a lazy morning in bed.
At least I got to be lazy. I slept in on Saturdays, while Cheryl got up to make me breakfast in bed. That day was one of those days. I roused up to the smell of bacon and coffee and saw Cheryl walk in with a tray and a huge smile on her face.
God she was a sex vixen. Her blond hair perfectly in place, make up on, wearing only one of my button-down work shorts, the top buttons undone to show off her tits and the shirt tails parting to show off her creamy thighs and a hint of her bush as she walked in.
"My big man hungry?" she cooed.
"Fuck yeah," I said, my morning voice still groggy as I sat up in bed. I could see my fiancee's eyes on my built, ripped body and had a surge of ego and pride. I'd been a lacrosse jock when we met, and had the body to go with it, but I'd really put in the time lately to take my physique to another level. The results were off the chart. Bigger muscle, without looking muscle bound, low body fat so every ridge and sinew showed. "You're the best babe."
She sat the tray down on the nightstand. Cheryl knew how to cook for my gaining diet - white egg omelet, chicken sausage, one piece of whole wheat toast with peanut butter, bacon, and a banana. I picked up a piece of bacon and stuffed it in my mouth then took a swig of coffee.
Cheryl looked down with satisfaction. She didn't make fancy meals during the week, but she liked to cook and seemed to love how much I appreciated her cooking. "Consider it a bribe, Nick," she said. "I'm hoping we can go to the farmer's market today."
The farmer's market was a fucking scene. Crafts shit, baby strollers everywhere. And Cheryl always wanted to spend like three hours there. For some reason, she loved dragging me along.
But I took it in stride. I was in a good mood. "In that case..." I said, pulling my woman closer the the bed with one hand while my other slipped between her legs and up toward her cunt "I'm gonna need more of a bribe," I growled playfully, just as my fingers touched her recently shaved pussy lips.
"Nick," she giggled, almost ticklish. "Your breakfast is gonna get cold."
But already my finger was fucking her gash. I was horny, like I often was first thing in the morning. "Breakfast can wait," I hissed as I pulled my hand back and leaned up, gripping her waist. Cheryl was lighter in weight and I'd gotten a lot stronger lately. I hoisted her up and pulled her up onto the bed.
"Nick!" she shrieked, on the cusp of finding my action amusing and annoying.
Already my bedsheet was off and I was crawling on top of her Southern belle vixen body. I claimed a kiss off her. She was still giggling but went with it, trying to keep up with my clearly lust-driven state. I was thrusting my hips, humping my erection against her mound and grabbing her wrists playfully.
Normally I'd indulge in foreplay. Hell, I loved foreplay with a woman, Cheryl particularly. I loved working her up till she begged for my cock.
Not today. I scooted my hips down, lined my dick up, and I entered her. Full on plunge.
"Oh babe," Cheryl gasped, surprised.
I fucked. If my girl could put out for Big Daddy whenever he snapped his fingers, she sure as hell could put out of me.
"Your cunt's so good..." I grunted, my hips and glutes working harder to drive steadily and maximize the pleasure on my cock. My face had been buried in the crook of her neck while I fucked, but now I pulled back and looked into her face. There were a ton of emotions: excitement, fear, arousal, love. They all egged me on.
I hoisted up and pulled back, just long enough to flip Cheryl over. That curvy ass, that creamy skin, that feminine body had me going. I pulled her hips up and mounted her doggy. I had about a minute of fuck in me before I came, hard. Cheryl didn't but I'd take care of her needs later. For now, it was about mine.
I gave her ass a playful swat as I pulled out. "Fuck that was hot," I sighed. Normally, earlier in our dating, I'd be thanking her for letting me do her in that position, which was one of my favorites, but not hers. I had to reflect why I wasn't thanking her now.
As I lay back down, my dick still twitching and leaking and Cheryl flipped on her side, she gave me a shellshocked look. Like she wasn't sure what had come over me. Almost nervously, she reached over and ran her fingers up and down my chest and ab muscle.
I was feeling a little less worked up now, and more in my normal boyfriend mode. I turned and returned her gesture, caressing her soft belly and enjoying that sex curve of her body.
"That was intense, Nick," she said finally.
She seemed to think. "I'm not sure."
I gave her a soft kiss. "You'll get to love it," I said confidently then gave her forehead a soft kiss. "Seriously babe, that was incredibly hot."
"I'm glad," she said meekly. "Your breakfast is cold," she said sadly.
I looked over. I was hungry now for sure. But it could wait. "It'll be perfect," I assured her, then met her for a soft kiss. Loving. A husband's kiss now. Cheryl responded. We made out, slowly, feeling each other's bodies. I was still hard, and Cheryl was getting more worked up. It didn't take a rocket scientist to predict where this was going. After about ten minutes, I rolled us over and mounted her missionary.
This fuck was slow, for Cheryl. I worked her up to three cums, and I had the extra staying power now. Finally I nutted for a second time in my wife-to-be's pussy.
She was tame and docile when I finally dismounted.
"Mind if I eat my breakfast?" I teased, just enjoying the naked after glow in bed with her.
I devoured the food, hungry as hell now as she watched.
"I can go get you some more coffee," she offered.
"Maybe in a minute," I said, scarfing down a piece of sausage.
"Nick..." she stared. "I know we've talked about kids at some point."
I wasn't expecting a relationship conversation just then, but I'd gotten laid twice in a row. Cheryl could talk to me about anything she damn well pleased. At a Farmer's Market or not.
"Yeah, of course," I replied. We both wanted children, maybe 2 or 3, and talked about waiting a little.
"What do you think of having children sooner," she said. She'd clearly been thinking about this for a while.
"Maybe real soon," she replied.
"The biological clock ticking at 24?" I teased.
Cheryl laughed at my joke. "Something like that... I just want don't want to be old and trying to look after little ones you know."
"I think it's a great idea," I said simply.
Her eyes lit up. She was not expecting my response. "Really?"
"Absolutely," I said. "After the wedding, you can go off the pill and we'll get busy." I smirked.
She gave me an excited kiss. Then bounded up. "I'll go get my man some more coffee," she enthused.
I could see her planning in her head. It was the one time I got mad at Cheryl. Fucking her dad was one thing, but she was actually figuring out how to get Big Daddy's seed in her.
I knew how to play this though. I played dumb.
