Raw Kinship
Copyright© 2026 by Tarl Cabot
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Dave likes them young... Dave likes them Old... Dave likes themMale or Female. Linda gets off on helping her Brother have Sex.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Ma/ft mt/Fa Teenagers Coercion Consensual Romantic Gay Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Mother Son Brother Sister Daughter Uncle Niece Aunt Nephew MaleDom Rough Group Sex Harem Anal Sex Analingus First
Eric’s body finally went limp, his head lolling back against Dave’s shoulder, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. His cock, spent and soft, lay against his thigh, glistening with the remnants of his own orgasm.
Dave slowly lifted him off, his softening cock sliding out with a wet pop, leaving Eric’s hole gaping and dripping. Linda watched from her chair, her fingers still buried in her pussy, her body trembling through the aftershocks of her third orgasm.
They moved quietly. Dave scooped Eric up in his arms, the boy light and pliant, and carried him into the house. Linda followed, her legs unsteady, her skirt still hiked around her waist.
They laid Eric on the couch, wiped him down with a warm cloth, and covered him with a soft blanket. He was already asleep, his face peaceful, his lips slightly parted.
Dave and Linda walked down the hallway to the bathroom without speaking. The shower hissed to life, steam billowing out and fogging the mirror. They stepped in together, the hot water hitting their skin, washing away the sweat, the cum, the grass stains from the backyard.
Linda turned to him, water streaming down her face, her large breasts heavy and slick. “How did you get this way?” she asked, her voice cutting through the hiss of the shower. “How did you become this ... this creature with sex? And how the hell did you hide it all this time?”
Dave leaned his head back against the tile, letting the water hit his balding scalp. “It was easy to hide,” he said. “I never did anything in public. Never anything overt where I could be seen. It was only by chance that you caught me with Tammy. Pure fucking chance.”
He looked at her, his eyes steady. “There must be something genetic, Linda. Eric actually asked you about it. He came to you. That doesn’t just happen.”
Linda was quiet for a moment, her hands running over her body, soaping her skin. “But you weren’t always like this,” she said. “When did it start?”
Dave closed his eyes. The steam surrounded them like a cocoon. “Dad,” he said quietly. “Stan indoctrinated me.”
Linda’s hands stopped. She stared at him. “What?”
“It wasn’t forced,” Dave said quickly, opening his eyes. “It was never forced. He presented it as something men do. Something natural. Something secret between men.” He paused, the water running down his face.
“It started on camping trips. Or when Mom was away. Or when she’d take you shopping and we’d be alone in the house. Sometimes we’d lock ourselves in the garage for a ‘special project.’ That’s what he’d call it. Special projects.”
Linda’s face was pale, even in the steam. “Jesus, Dave.”
He closed his eyes again, and the memory took him.
Angeles Forest, September 1978. Dave’s sixteenth birthday. The campground was remote, tucked into a canyon where the pines grew thick and the nearest site was half a mile away.
Stan had driven them up in the old Ford pickup, the bed loaded with camping gear, and they’d set up the tent by the stream.
The fire had burned down to embers. Stan had been drinking whiskey from the flask, and Dave had been allowed a few sips, enough to make his head swim. They sat on the log bench in their underwear, the night air cool on their skin.
“You ever think about what it means to be a man?” Stan had asked, his voice low and gravelly. He was fifty then, still strong, his body thick with muscle from construction work, his cock a heavy bulge in his briefs.
Dave had shrugged, embarrassed. “I guess.”
Stan reached over, his hand rough and calloused, and gripped Dave’s knee. “There are things men do, Davey. Things we don’t talk about with women. Things that stay between us.”
His hand moved up, slowly, to Dave’s thigh. “You ever wonder why I bring you out here? Why is it just us?”
Dave’s heart had hammered in his chest. He couldn’t speak. He just shook his head.
Stan stood. He pulled down his briefs, and his cock sprang free. It was massive, even soft. Thick, heavily veined, the head broad and dark. Bigger than Dave’s own cock would ever grow to be.
“This is what a man has,” Stan said. “And a man knows how to use it. How to take care of it. How to help other men take care of theirs.”
He stepped closer. “Touch it.”
Dave’s hand trembled as he reached out. The flesh was hot, heavy, already beginning to swell and thicken under his fingers. Stan groaned, a low sound in his throat, and put his hand on the back of Dave’s head.
“Use your mouth, Davey. That’s what men do for each other.”
Dave leaned in. The smell was musky, male, intoxicating. He opened his mouth and took the head inside. It filled his mouth, stretching his jaw, the skin hot and silky against his tongue.
Stan’s hand gripped his hair, guiding him, teaching him the rhythm. “Suck,” Stan commanded. “Use your tongue. That’s it. Just like that.”
Dave sucked, his cheeks hollowing, his tongue working the underside of the shaft. Stan grew harder, longer, thicker, until he was fully erect, his cock hitting the back of Dave’s throat, making him gag.
Stan didn’t stop. He held Dave’s head and fucked his mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, his balls slapping against Dave’s chin, his pre-cum flooding Dave’s tongue.
“Good boy,” Stan groaned. “That’s my good boy. Take it all.”
After what felt like hours, Stan pulled out with a wet sound. He was fully hard now, his cock standing straight out, thick and dark and veined. “Turn around,” he said. “Bend over the log.”