The Freshman: Extra Credit
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Epilogue
Incest Sex Story: Epilogue - When Jack heads off to college and his sweet, innocent charm begins pulling in his new roommate, the roommate’s dad, a janitor and his son, his dormmates, the football team, a fraternity, and eventually much of the campus, Jack discovers that his family’s very special brand of closeness travels with him — and only gets filthier.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Mult Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant Gay Fiction School Incest Son Father Gang Bang Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Double Penetration Facial Fisting Oral Sex
Summer settled over the Thompson house like a warm, sticky blanket.
Jack had been home for almost two weeks. The dorm room — and everything that had happened inside it — already felt like something that had happened to someone else. The beds had been stripped, the carpet professionally cleaned (though Michael still joked he’d never get the full deposit back), and the three of them had slipped back into something that almost resembled normal life. Almost.
Michael still went to work most days. Ryan was on leave until August. And Jack ... Jack spent his days drifting between the kitchen, the couch, and his father’s bed like he’d always belonged there.
They didn’t talk much about what had happened at school. They didn’t need to. The truth lived in the small, ordinary things: the way Ryan would pull Jack into his lap without warning while they watched TV, the way Michael would come home from work, kiss both his sons like it was the most natural thing in the world, and then disappear upstairs with whichever one caught his eye first that evening. Sometimes both.
One night in late June, the three of them lay tangled together in Michael’s bed, the windows open, the air thick and humid. Jack was on his back between them, flushed and glowing, cum still leaking slowly from his well-used hole. Ryan was half-asleep with his face pressed against Jack’s neck. Michael lay on his side, one heavy hand resting possessively on Jack’s stomach.