All in the Family: Part 1
#1 of All in the Family
Uncle Al has got a thing for his Nephews. He gets an eyeful.
CW: gay incest masturbation voyeurism fucking brothers uncle nephew size difference
The early morning sky was pale blue and grey. Birds chirped in the trees, and early morning fog hung in the spring air above dewy grass. Albert, Unc to his nephews, stepped out of his back door and out onto the porch. Cup of coffee in paw, the black bear looked up at the sky and stifled a yawn. Al knew his nephews were still asleep upstairs. It was early, even for a day going camping. Al was always the first one awake in the house, his college aged nephews up late and slept later most days. The burly black bear sipped his coffee, savoring the dawn hour as the sun rose over the trees behind his house. Al had some land, big enough for his garden, his shed and his workshop. The house and two car garage were attached, connected to the privacy fencing that circled his backyard.
The morning was quiet, Al's property on the edge of town, and big enough that he never had to worry about his neighbors. He liked it that way. The boys were going off to college next month, so he was planning on savoring some time with them. The middle-aged bear's mind wandered a little, as he drank his coffee on the porch. He remembered the day his brother had adopted Jesse and Luke. They had just been pups at the time, living in a foster home for orphans. They had become very close friends, inseparable, during their time there so when his brother had sought out a pup to adopt, he couldn't bear to break the two up. They had been so happy when his brother had brought them home. Sadly, two years ago, just before the boys got out of highschool, Al's brother Jim had been killed in a car accident. Unwilling to see the boys go back into a foster home, Al took them in himself. It was rough at first, but eventually Jesse and Luke had warmed to him and they all got along fine.
As the boys aged, however, Al started to notice things about them he was ashamed to admit. Al was middle aged, broad-shouldered and equipped with a wide gut garnered from his love of beer and good food. But the boys, canines both, were trim, athletic. Jesse, a redbone hound, was a track team star. He was tall, and could run like the wind. His brother, an elkhound, was the opposite. He was shorter by a few inches, but he was built like a brick shithouse. He loved to lift weights, and played defensive end on the highschool football team.
Al was proud of his nephews, loved them intensely, but they did things that made the middle-aged bruin feel things he hadn't felt in a very long time. They were often lounging around in their underwear when he'd come home from his construction job for the city. More than once he had looked out his window in the summer and seen Jesse working on his car shirtless, or Luke in the garden in just his shorts. Even now, the thoughts left Al with tight jeans, the black bear ashamed and aroused all at once. He shuddered to think what the boys would do if they ever found out about his roving eye. Still, the taboo thoughts were a tantalizing forbidden fruit. So tantalizing, in fact, that Al found himself wandering over dewy grass as the sun rose, heading for the shed.
The black bear pushed the wooden doors open, and tugged the pull string for the lights. Inside, the shed was full of boxes and tools, the lawnmower. It was roomy enough, with no windows. Al walked over to the corner, and moved a few strategically stacked boxes, revealing a small nook that was invisible unless those boxes were moved. It was behind a stack of boxes containing old clothing and miscellaneous crap, a space just big enough for Al to fit his bulky frame. The bear had a little cache of things he had 'collected' of the boys packed into a lockbox hidden there.
All squatted down, getting himself comfortable as he unzipped his jeans and unbuckled his belt, pushing them down to his thighs. He felt his big balls drop loose between his thighs, the hairy orbs dangling behind a thick, stout ursine cock. He was already more than half-mast just thinking about what was in that lockbox. He took his keys from the pocket of his flannel shirt and dug out the small black one for the box. It never left his person.
Al popped open the lid of the box and reached inside. There was one of Luke's dirty jockstraps that Al had pilfered from the elkhound's laundry. He picked the off-white jock up, staring at the yellowish stains from his nephew's sweat on the cotton pouch. He stuffed it to his muzzle and huffed the musk there. It was old now, stale, but just the scent of the canine pumped Al's prick up to full-mast in a matter of seconds. The older bear grabbed his cock, thick fingers tugging at his uncut length as he sucked Luke's scent deep into his lungs. The stink of sweat and male musk was potent, even after all this time. Al's mind ran over the images it always did when he huffed Luke's jockstrap. Imagining the muscular elkhound stripping it off in the locker room after football practice. Joking with his buddies naked, sweaty. Jostling his sheath and balls playfully, or putting his leg up on the bench just to let his tackle hang so his friends knew he was a stud. Al had no idea if any of that was true, but the thought made precum ooze from the fat, blunt head of his cock in seconds.
The bruin managed to pry Luke's jock away from his nose for a moment, glancing down at his junk. His girthy prick throbbed in his paw, precum dribbling over his knuckles. He rolled his foreskin back and forth over his knob a few times, watching the supple flesh roll and his mind conjured images of Luke's muzzle wrapped around his fat dick. The bear's chubby nuts rolled in his dangling scrotum, tingling at the thought. Distantly, he wondered if Luke would ever actually be interested in him that way. He wasn't exactly young anymore, nor was he a trim, athletic college boy. He was graying, and let's face it, fat. But he considered himself to still be attractive, even if he hadn't dated since before the boys had become his wards. He had a nice cock, big balls, and even at his age his libido was still plenty hot.
Al put Luke's jock back into the box and was reaching for the pair of Jesse's black briefs he also had swiped when he heard the shed door open. He froze, cock still in his hand as he heard both Jesse and Luke's voices coming into the shed...
"Yer sure Unc's still asleep, dude?" said Jesse, the redbone hound looking around himself. "The light's on in here..."
"Yeah, there's no way he's up yet. He was up real late last night, gettin' ready fer the trip today," Luke answered, casually. "I left the light on in here, I think. After I put the lawnmower away yesterday."
"Fuck, it's gonna be real hard to keep mah paws offa you fer a week, Luke," Jesse said, apparently appeased by his brother's words. He grinned at the elkhound, and suggestively licked his chops.
"That's why we're out here, so we can get as loud as we want, and not wake Unc," Luke answered, the burly elkhound grinning too. Both of them were still in their skivvies, Jesse in a wifebeater and green mesh shorts, Luke shirtless and wearing only a pair of boxer briefs.
"Man, can ya imagine what the ol' bear'd do if he knew about this?" Jesse chuckled as he stepped up close to his brother, his paws roaming over the elkhound's broad, beefy chest.
"Prolly flip 'is fuckin' lid, I ain't even heard 'im jerkin' off in his room or nothin'. Don't think he's down with bein' randy." Luke grinned, wrapping his thick arms around his brother's slender hips and kneading at the redbone's perky rump through his shorts.
"Just makes it more fun though, don't it?" Jesse answered, leaning in and pressing his muzzle to Luke's own. The two canines kissed deeply, their paws roaming each other hungrily. Broad, pink tongues writhed and entwined with each other, the two dogs' breathing getting heated. Jesse caught the waistband of his brother's underwear, and started tugging the navy boxer-briefs toward the floor. They dropped around the elkhound's ankles, leaving him naked. Luke broke the kiss, grinning.
"I ain't showered since yesterday mornin', just like ya like Jess," he drawled, reaching down to cup his own furry nuts and jostle them at his brother. Jesse could already smell Luke's musk, the redbone panting as the tantalizing scent of musk and sweat filled his sensitive canine nose.
"Oh fuck yeah," he breathed, dropping to his knees in front of Luke. He pressed his smooth, red-furred snout to his brother's sheath, his long fingers wrapping around the elkhound's firm, furry balls. Luke both felt and heard his brother sucking in his scent, his fuzzy sheath swelling already and just the touch of Jesse's paws on him. Jesse shuddered as he huffed his brother's musk, the smell of masculine pheromones and sweat making the front of his shorts bulge.
The redbone hound moved his nose around his brother's crotch, cramming it into the gap between his muscular thigh and his junk, between his nuts and his sheath, before he took it to the tip of that furry beercan and pried its opening open with his tongue. Luke gasped, moaning as Jesse's broad, warm tongue slipped into his sheath and caressed the sensitive inner flesh between it and his cock. Jesse's slender fingers nudged Luke's large balls this way and that, tugging on them and feeling their weight in his grip. Luke's cock surged upward, its red tip filling Jesse's muzzle as the elkhound swiftly hardened. Jesse took it smoothly, bobbing, scouring the musk and sweat from the length of his brother's prick...
Al couldn't believe what he was hearing, seeing. Through a gap in the boxes, he watched it all, the black bear frozen. Surely he was dreaming. His eyes were glued to the taboo liaison happening before him, his nephews unaware that they had an audience. Al's cock was so hard in his hand that it felt like tempered glass. He didn't dare stroke, knowing that he'd blow and the canines would smell his cum. His balls ached at the restraint, the ursine getting the best eyeful he had ever gotten and unable to furiously jerk off like he wanted to. He dared not make a sound, not even as his knees cramped from his squatting position.
Al watched as Jesse started smelling and sucking his brother off. The bear's throat was so dry he couldn't even swallow, sure all his water was currently flowing out through his cock. He stared as Jesse worked, the slender, lanky hound easily cramming Luke's thick canine cock down his throat like he'd done it a thousand times before. Al could smell him, Luke's musk potent enough that the bruin could catch whiffs of it, fresh and warm. It was even better than the stale reek clinging to the canine's jockstrap. The bear chewed his tongue, desperate to keep silent but his body was complaining madly. He wanted to stand up, wanted to stroke his cock, but he dared not risk it. He sat, silently, yearning for more, and watching.
Jesse swirled his tongue around the pointed head of Luke's cock and the elkhound strained at the pleasure. His ass, taut and thick, clenched as he rocked on his toes, plunging his shaft into his brother's willing muzzle. It felt so good, his knot was already swelling but not quite out of his sheath yet. Jesse noticed, his skilled fingers looping his brother's bulb and carefully forcing the supple, tender skin of his sheath back over the swelling knot. Luke grunted, the sensation making him see stars for a second as the intensely sensitive knot and the root behind it, were momentarily squeezed.
"Oh fuck, god yer good at that, Jess," Luke groaned, staring down at his brother. Jesse grinned coyly around Luke's prick, giving it one last long slurp before letting it pop from his mouth.
"I'm good at other stuff too, yeah?" he teased, standing up. He pushed Luke backward, the hefty, bulky canine stepping back until his heel hit the edge of a box and he flopped backward across the top of it. Luke grunted, sitting up on his elbows and watching as Jesse stripped before him. The lanky redbone pulled off his wifebeater and sank his shorts with eager speed, revealing long, toned runner's legs, and a firm, flat torso. His cock sprang up, hard, leaking, his smooth, rust-furred nuts dangling low below it.
"Git them legs up," Jesse demanded, and Luke obligingly curled his knees toward his chest and grabbed his ankles. Jesse smirked, eyeing the toned cheeks of his brother's ass and the puckered, pink hole beneath his curly tail. He stroked his cock, smearing his leaking precum over the throbbing, crimson red length. He stepped in between Luke's legs, and with practiced skill, began working his cock up his brother's ass.
Luke moaned as Jesse's pointed prick speared his backside. His thick shaft twitched on his belly, oozing precum into his navel. His blue eyes rolled in pleasure as Jesse slipped in, his canine shaft dragging over the elkhound's prostate. He trembled a little, his hole clenching around Jesse's dick as his own flexed excitedly on his abs.
"Fuuuuuuck!" Luke groaned, "Yer too fuckin' big fer yer own good, Jess. How'd ya fit that thing in yer shorts?"
"Just like I do yer ass, Lukey. A liddle bit atta time," the redbone answered playfully, smirking wickedly. As his knot bumped against Luke's hole, he started to thrust, humping away.
Al was losing his mind. When Jesse had pushed Luke backward onto the boxes, he had lost his view. Worse, the dogs were now fucking on a box that was just a foot away from where the bear sat in the shadows of his hiding place. He could see and feel the box shaking and rocking as the young canines fucked on it, hear what they were saying, but he couldn't see it. He could smell it though, the scent of the two canines screwing wildly. Al had to let go of his cock, even just the pressure of his fist around its shaft was too much to keep him from blasting his load all over his pants. Untouched, it bounced against his gut like it was doing jumping jacks almost in time with every thrust Jesse was giving Luke's taut rear. His mind was racing, both wanting to join in and terrified of what the young canines would do or say if he made himself known. His belly thrilled at the risk, his cock loving the clandestine show he was getting, but hating the denial of having his forbidden fruit shown to him so close by. He was a starving man before a buffet he couldn't eat. Despite it, however, he wished he could have been recording it all for later.
Luke vigorously pumped his cock as Jesse fucked his brains out. He could hear his brother's hips slapping against his ass, his balls slamming against his tail with every thrust. Luke groaned, panting as the slender hound screwed him with all the eagerness of a young canine. The elkhound's fist flew over his cock, one hand pumping the shaft while the other squeezed his knot.
"Oh christ, Luke, I'm gonna fuckin' cum," Jesse snarled, the redbone sweating with the vigor of his thrusting.
"Me too! Shoot it, Jess!" Luke gasped, bucking his hips into his own hands and down onto his brother's cock. The words barely cleared them both before the two young canines flew over the edge together. Jesse howled as he ground his knot up into Luke's hole, popping it in with a soft thud. His cum shot forth in a geyser, filling the young elkhound's rear with his whitewash. Luke squeezed his knot and his thighs clenched as he shot a rope of cum toward the roof in a glistening arc. The air filled with the reek of canine seed as both brothers shot their loads.
The cacophony of canine grunts and growls, howls and gasps slowly quieted, the brothers slipping into afterglow together. The intensity of their fucking left them both panting and sweaty, their musk thick in the air.
"Fuck, Luke...it's gonna be real hard to keep my paws offa you," Jesse panted, his tail wagging.
"Don't worry, it's just a week. We'll go up to the lake afterwards, ya know, where the waterfall is. Have us a real fine time in the water." Luke grinned, winking at his brother. His muzzle was streaked with his cum.
The two of them rested, waiting for Jesse's knot to go down enough for him to pull out. It took about fifteen minutes, then the redbone dismounted with a soft grunt. He grabbed his clothes. "C'mon, lets getta shower before Unc gets up," he said.
"Yeah, lets go," Luke agreed, getting up as well. They left the shed.
Al's fist flew to his cock as soon as he heard the door close. The bear pumped his rigid prick a dozen times, before the orgasm slammed into his brain like a sledgehammer. Thick, ropey bearcum splattered the boxes, his belly, and his jeans in huge spurts as his nuts churned and gushed it out of him like a fountain. He came so hard he saw stars, the ursine's brains nearly scrambled by the power of his release. His fat balls ached from it, the torture of the wait and the savagery of his orgasm. Gasping for breath, Al struggled to his feet. His legs were numb from the squat, and his cock was still hard.
After what he had just seen, it was going to be real hard to keep his paws off his nephews for a week.