Chapter 6

My tongue definitely got a bit tired after a good half-hour or so of rimming Sally and Kelly back and forth, but it was so fucking worthwhile! We were soon joined in the master bedroom by Lyle, Mary, and Bella, who were done with his dick at the moment and opted for a daisy chain. Well, one thing led to another, and the six of us were soon in a longer daisy chain together. The only caveat was that Lyle and I didn’t rim each other, of course, since he was straight and he wasn’t my usual type when it came to men, anyway.

Still, we rimmed the ladies and they did the same to us ... as well as each other, including the point when Mary ate her half-sister Kelly’s ass for the first time. Kelly was only too eager to return the favor as well, making the two acts particularly erotic in my eyes ... and those of my other lovers. Two olive-skinned cuties munching on each other’s butts had a certain aesthetic appeal, anyway, but toss in sisterly incest and it became even wilder.

“Okay, time to use some major mouthwash here,” I chuckled, but not before pissing.

At that point, Mary stunned me by putting her mouth between my cock and the commode, causing me to pee down her gullet. I was truly floored by that, but luckily she swallowed quickly and washed out her mouth with some serious Listerine. She also brushed her teeth, as did the rest of us, naturally. Even so ... I was astonished. Was Mary really into golden showers? It looked to me as if we would really have to discuss kinks and in a hurry.

“Looks like we really need to hold a little chat about our fetishes, fantasies, boundaries, and such, don’t you agree? Lay it all on the table, if you will,” I proposed as we got dressed and freshened up again.

Just then we exited the room and ran straight into Mark and Martin, who had evidently not been as sober as they thought. They had barely escaped with their lives and were also lucky enough not to get pulled over for buzzed biking. The haunted expressions on both men’s faces told a very gripping tale that each man feared to tell in words. Yeah, they’d never be quite so reckless again with their biking, even on unpaved country back roads.

“Do us a favor. Don’t let us ride when stoned and buzzed like that again. We damn near got ourselves killed! We caught a lucky break ... and I swear that we’ll drink and smoke responsibly in the future,” Mark asserted now, feeling most of the guilt as the actual motorist.

“Yeah, what he said. I saw my whole life flash before my eyes, as cliche as that sounds. It’s true, believe me on that,” Martin shivered, even as Megan returned with the youth.

“Okay, let’s do a family chat about that and other issues that need to be clarified and addressed by all of the adults. We can do this by text, of course. That way, the kids can interact with us in person without us having to censor our words. I see that Sansa’s up from her nap, anyway,” I noted that my niece had stirred at last.

“Works for me,” Megan winked at me, even as Eric and the twins already rushed to turn the Princess Bride back on now.

The texting was especially helpful when kept on vibrate rather than ping function, so as not to disturb the kids while they finished their movie. It was at an interesting place, anyway, where Westley was tortured by the six-fingered man, of course. If we didn’t have an adult chat going on, I probably would have laughed more. As it was, the youngsters did plenty of laughing on their own once Westley almost died and was taken to Miracle Max by the giant and Spaniard. Billy Crystal was at his comic best right then, of course, as was the actress playing his wife.

The texted family chat commenced with little to no fanfare, the less the better.

Frank (me): Okay, now, first of all, the buzzed driving thing should be addressed. New rule. No buzzed and/or stoned driving/riding, just as we already wouldn’t do hammered driving/riding. We musn’t take needless chances with our lives and safety.

Mark: Agreed. It’s bad news, as I’ve learned the sorta hard way. So did Martin, I think, right, babe?

Martin: Right, hon. Buzzed and stoned driving/riding are strictly verboten.

Bella: What about sex ... should we go ahead and discuss that now? Fetishes, kinks, limits, hard and soft? Safe words?

Frank (me): Yes, now that driving is addressed, let’s move onto talking about sex and our various adventures in bed. Let’s clear the air by discussing our fantasies and kinks, as well as our personal boundaries and dealbreakers. That sort of thing, especially as we’ve talked about going into porn. Who wants to go first?

Martin: Okay, I’ll go first, since my situation is simplest. I’m gay, of course, as you know. I mean strictly gay. As in all the way on the gay side of the Kinsey scale gay. Exclusively homosexual. I tried straight sex, of course, as you know. I’m not a virgin that way. I could never really enjoy any straight sex except when girls sucked my dick or pegged me, and even then by only flat out pretending that it was a dude.

Mark: And? Spill the rest out. I think that we already know, babe, but I want it stated clearly for the record, just in case. Especially in case anyone else joins us.

Martin: I’m a bottom and ONLY a bottom. No vers stuff at all. I bottom. That’s all I do. Mark can kinda tell ya that it’s not all ‘power bottom’ all the time, jokes aside. We take turns with the power, but we’re strictly a Top-bottom dynamic. It works for us. We enjoy it immensely. We also now have an open relationship, whereas we were monogamish in the past, that is, usually mono, but with hall passes.

Mark: Precisely. Now we’re open to other partners, which helps given that we both want to get it on with Frank. Maybe even have threesomes. That kind of deal. Continue, please.

Martin: Yes, well, we’re switches, as noted. We go back and forth on the power dynamic. We’re getting married, sooner rather than later, I hope. I so badly want Mark to be my husband at last and to be his as well. But I have no desire to get it on with anyone else in this group except for Mark and Frank. That’s it, at least as the current group stands. That’s a real dealbreaker issue for me. That’s just as well, because while I love my kin, incest never turned me on that much.

Mark: Anything else?

Bella: Yes, bro, do tell.

Martin: Yes, well, I dig cosplay, of course. I especially like to RP as Luke Skywalker, bottoming for Han Solo. And as Robin, bottoming for Batman. It’s a thing. That sort of deal. I like it rough, too, less lube, though enough to do the job. Oral, anal, both are great ... I love to rim and be rimmed, of course. I like to fuck while stoned, of course. It feels awesome on weed, a lot better than it ever does on booze, though on both it’s best of all.

Sally: What else?

Martin: Yes, bondage play. We like to take turns and I don’t know what Frank likes in that way, but I hope that he at least does one or the other with us. I am open to threesomes where we share guys, me and some girl, too. As long as no one expects me to do the girl, that’s all. Despite not digging incest, I love the idea of sharing a man with my sisters and cousins ... and his own sister.

Kelly: Do go on, please.

Martin: The porn aspect really excites me, of course. Also, I dig hot wax play, but not blade play. It’s a bit much for me. And I like to smoke after sex. As in actual cigarette smoking in bed. It’s very old-school Hollywood or whatever. You know me. I wish that I wasn’t hooked on nicotine, but she’s a harsh mistress and I just can’t escape her.

I also want to get completely waxed or at least shaved, have all of my body hair removed. It’s a thing. But I don’t crossdress and have no urge to do so, despite being twinkish and fem in some ways. In most ways, I’m still just a good ol’ boy, a redneck who happens to be gay. I find men with facial hair very attractive, as long as they’re clean. I am always repulsed by filth and dirt. My partners have to be clean people, naturally.

Frank (me): Is that all, or is there more?

Martin: Yes. Spanking. I love to be spanked and to spank in turn. I like being on both ends of a spanking. And I enjoy handcuffs. And just being taken, bent over, grabbed, and used by a powerful Top. And tickling or being tickled. I love that. I hate toe-sucking, though, so that’s one thing that Mark will have to get elsewhere. And no scat or golden showers or blood. No bodily fluids other than cum, thank you very much. I love being a total cum whore for a guy, having his hot, sticky cum all over my flesh.

I love seducing men, especially by sucking their dicks without much warning, at least in fantasy. And my safe word is: horsehoes. I love the idea of seducing happily married or engaged men as well. And I like my men usually pretty masc, of course. I don’t care about their race, either. Bald men turn me on a lot. Male authority figures. Cops, firemen, soldiers, etc. in uniform. That’s it, though. That’s my deal.

Frank (me): Okay, so our resident bum boi has spoken. Who’s next?

Mark: Me, of course. Martin and I share bondage play, as noted, along with cosplay. I also like to crossdress, though. I’m a drag queen at times. When I do that, I go as “Marcia.” I wear heels, cocktail dresses, sundresses, etc. Even French maid costumes. That’s gonna be one of my things that shock people, especially since normally I like to Top. Mark always Tops, but Marcia is a lot more vers. I will often Top Martin while still in drag. Bet he never mentioned that to you.

Megan: And you like bikes.

Mark: And that. Also, as noted, I’m very bi ... and into pegging as a scene. I love to be pegged while in drag. And I totally go for threesomes and foursomes of all kinds. Orgies. Glory holes. And I’m really keen on being part of the porn scene. Anyway, my safe word is Frankenfurter. For obvious reasons, of course.

And I love the leather, biker club scene. I love leather straps. I love leather in general. And I don’t smoke, but I love weed, of course. I’m a big fan of vodka martinis and vodka in general. And wearing tuxes, looking stylish. I dig the whole James Bond motif or whatever. And I’m very horny right, eager for the first true orgy of our group. And I love the whole cowboy thing. Lasso, ten gallon hat, snakeskin boots, etc. And the lumberjack look, too.

Lyle: That all, man?

Mark: No, I love to be watched and to watch. And I love to be mock raped by women ... and men. It’s a thing. My hard limits are the same as Martin’s ... except for the blade play. I don’t mind that so much. And I enjoy rimming, both giving and receiving, and oral of all kinds. And I really love it when a girl makes me eat a guy’s creampie from her holes. Just shoves my face into her gash and sits on me, pulling me into her snatch for a little gooey treat. No chastity cuck crap, though. Just not my scene.