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Subject: RP: 15/20 "Jake & Jack" by Rhett Dreams [mf, incest]

A repost of one of my personal faves.  

Note: This is fiction and is intended for mature audiences. 

JAKE & JACK 
c. 1994, by Rhett Dreams 

Chapter Fifteen - "A Dark Night at the Patterson's" 

"That was an incredible feeling, Wendy, fucking your throat like  
that," I said when we woke from a nap a half-hour later.   I was spooning  
her. 

She turned around and faced me.  I was once again amazed at her  
feline movements as she reversed herself and brought her face to mine for a  
quick kiss. 

"Your welcome, Jake," she said, her hazel eyes sparkling, and it  
took me a second or two to realize that she'd called me Jake instead of  
Jack.  Her lips formed a crooked smile and her eyes were laughing. 

"Sophie doesn't do that for you?"  she asked.  "Deep-throat you..." 

"How'd you know?"  I asked.  "I mean---" 

"Little things got me wondering.  How you stared at me when I  
undressed like it was a new experience.  And when we fucked I knew you  
were not Jack... when you turned me over and took me from the rear." 

"Oh?" 

"Jack has this tendency to treat me like I'm a fragile princess or  
something.  It's kind of strange when you consider his wrestling  
experience."  I knew what she meant.  Jack lost only  one match all year,
to a senior who went on to win the state title.  He was a relentless force on 
the mat. 

"Are you angry?"  I asked. 

She paused a moment and her eyes studied my face.  "I'd be lying if  
I told you I didn't enjoy this, with you.  But I'm a little hurt that Jack... 
what, lent me to you?  I guess I would have hoped he'd be jealous.   
Y'know, so in love with me that he couldn't stand to think about me being  
with another man." 

Her smile told me that she wasn't as angry as we might have  
expected. 

"He does love you," I said.  "He's crazy about you.  But I think it's  
different with a twin.  We compete over a lot of things, but we're also  
extremely close.  If he found out that some other Joe was fucking you, I  
suspect he'd do his best to rip the poor guy's head off his shoulders." 

Wendy smiled and said, "So, twins share everything, huh?" 

I shrugged, not liking where this was going. 

"Have you pulled this switch with Sophie?"  she asked. 

I thought about lying but thought better of it.  "If I tell you the truth  
will you promise me you wont get pissed off and dump Jack.  This was my  
idea, and he'd be devastated to lose you." 

"He's not getting rid of me that easily," she said. 

I took a breath and said, "We didn't pull switch with Sophie.  The  
three of us made love together, once." 

"No shit?"  she said.  Her face showed considerable interest.   
"How'd you talk Sophie into that?" 

"It was her suggestion," I said.  "She's really interested in trying  
new things." 

"Oh," she said then let out a deep breath.  "Jack's so sweet and  
polite about it, but I can tell he wants to do more.  Do you and Sophie do... 
anal?" 

"Oh, yes,"  I said.  "It's incredible." 

"For you I'm sure it is," she said, shaking her head. 

"For Sophie as well," I objected.  "She loves it.  Why don't you ask  
her about it?" 

"Oh, sure," she said and blushed this time.  "Say, Sophie, I was just  
fucking your boyfriend and he suggested I ask you about how it feels to be  
fucked up the ass." 

I laughed and pushed her onto her back and rolled on top of her,  
holding her hands in mine over her head.  I gave her a quick kiss and said,  
"And you could get me in even more trouble by asking her about the time  
she fucked the two of us." 

"Oh, Boy.  Tell me more," she said. 

"I've already said too much," I said and kissed her.  "I don't think  
you'll find a more considerate teacher than Jack.  When you decide you're  
ready to try anal, he'll do it right. You may not like it as much as Sophie  
or... other girls, but you owe it to yourself to try." 

"Jack has experience with it?" she asked, trying to worm more  
information out of me.  I frowned at her and she laughed. 

"You're bad," I said and laughed with her.  At the same time I  
lowered myself down her body and licked her brown nipples. 

"What else do you think I should try?"  she asked. 

"Gee, if I were you I'd give serious thought to a three-way with  
Jack and me." 

"Boy, that's a surprise," she said and chuckled.  I moved back up,  
feeling with my cock for her entrance and slid it inside. 

"What else?" she said 

"A four-way," I said.  "Sophie can join us." 

"Mmmm," she said as I fucked her. 

"I'd love to watch you eating Sophie while Jack fucks you from  
behind." 

"You're nasty," she said.  "And you've forgotten to put on a  
condom." 

I mentally kicked myself and got up to get a new package and put  
the rubber over my cock.  When I returned she'd flipped over onto her  
stomach, her knees pulled tight next to her hips.  This gave me a perfect  
view on her cunt and anus.  I teased her by rubbing the head of my cock  
against her rosette, intending to lower it after a few seconds. 

"Don't you think Jack should take me there first?" she said, her  
voice husky. 

"Uh huh," I said, rubbing my cock in small circles over her anus.   
"Besides, it would be a waste of a perfectly good condom." 

I lowered my cock and entered her pussy.  I returned to the subject  
of a four-way with Sophie, Jack and I while I fucked her.  "Maybe we  
could tie Sophie spread eagle on the bed and you could kneel over her face  
and force her to lick you while Jack or I fuck her." 

She was breathing hard now and I knew that these images were  
playing in her mind as we fucked.  I fucked her steadily as I whispered in  
her ear all sorts of exciting and nasty things she might do with Jack, or with
Jack and I or with all of us.  We came together after twenty minutes or so,  
and by the end Wendy was suggesting some nasty things as well. 


                                                    - o -


The second week at the Victorian was even more hectic than the  
first.  We were demolishing the first floor ceiling and walls, and had even  
more help than before, with Jill there for eight or nine hours a day, Sophie, 
Ralph and even little Angela stopping by to pitch in when they could,  
Wendy and several guys from the high school.  We paid only three dollars  
an hour, but it was paid in cash at the end of the day and the spirit of  
camaraderie made it a popular job. 

Dad couldn't take time off because he and Marion had booked a  
three-week honeymoon in Europe and he couldn't justify more time away  
from his busy job.  The wedding was set for three weeks away.  He did  
spend his evenings at the house and was a ten minute drive away if we  
needed his help with the parade of inspectors, electricians, plumbers and  
carpenters.  Cathy would come by after her day at work and help out. 

I was bone-tired at the end of every ten- or eleven-hour day and fell  
asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow.  Except for two quick trips up to  
the third-floor with Sophie on Tuesday and Friday, it wasn't much of a  
week for sex.  Jack did about as well with Wendy who forgave him for  
letting me fuck her.  He would have done himself better had he been a little  
less honest when Angela propositioned him one afternoon, thinking he was  
me.  But he didn't know about my experiences with Angela or Joan, and  
was understandably cautious with the cute piece of jail-bait. 

Bill Patterson came my Friday afternoon, ostensibly to pick up  
Sophie and Ralph, but also to see the progress we had made.  I took him  
on a tour of the house ending in the backyard where we kept sodas and a  
few beers on ice in a big plastic garbage can in the shade of the elm tree. 

"Joan asked me to invite you over for dinner tomorrow night," he  
said as we relaxed with our drinks. 

"Sounds great," I said.  "How's my second favorite Patterson  
woman?" 

"She's doing fine," he said, "although... if you'll excuse the pun,  
she's milking this pregnancy for everything she can." 

"Oh, you're bad," I said. 

He smiled and continued, "She complains that I don't fuck her  
enough, but it's almost every day now, up from once a week two mouths  
ago.  And she complains that you're too busy to stop by." 

"Hell, I'm too busy for Sophie," I said. 

He took another swallow of his beer and a thought occurred to me. 

"How about Ralph?"  I asked. 

He looked at me with a quizzical expression. 

"Why doesn't Joan fuck Ralph every now and then?  The kid must  
be getting a pretty warped view of sex with just Angela as a partner.  Joan  
could---"  I didn't finish the sentence because the look on Bill's face told
me that the relationship between Ralph and Angela was news to him. 

"Of course!" he said.  "How could I have missed it?" 

"You didn't know?"  I said, stating the obvious. 

"No... but it explains a lot.  Sometimes I can be pretty dense." 

He finished his beer staring off into the distance and I left him alone  
with his thoughts.  Ralph and Sophie came up and we calculated their  
wages and I paid them, then walked the Patterson's to their car. 

"Come by before seven if you can," said Bill as his kids climbed in  
the car.  Out of earshot of his kids he added, "And get a good night's sleep  
tonight, Jake.  I've got a suspicion you're gonna need it." 

                              - o - 

I slept in Saturday morning, rising at eight, feeling less soreness in  
my muscles than was usually the case after a day at the Victorian.  After  
showering I went downstairs and found Cathy, Jake and Marion sitting  
around the kitchen table.  Dad, I learned, was at the house supervising the  
electrician who was upgrading the service and re-wiring the house. 

"Eggs okay?" asked Cathy.  It was her turn for breakfast duty. 

"Yeah, thanks, Cath," I said and helped myself to coffee. 

"Jill with her dad?"  I asked Marion. 

She nodded, then put her coffee cup down and said, "You guys  
notice anything different about her lately?" 

"No," I said.  "She's been a great help with the house.  The kid's  
tireless." 

"Well, she's trying to impress her brothers," offered Marion.  "She's  
been asking me questions?" 

"About---" said Jack. 

"Sex," said Marion. 

The image of Ralph popped into my head.  I noticed that he and Jill  
often teamed up together for certain jobs.  My anger rose as I imagined him  
taking advantage of the twelve-year old Jill, just as he had with his slightly
older sister. 

"She hasn't been touched, has she?" I said, surprising Marion and  
Jack with my tone and the color in my face. 

"Oh, God no, Jake," said Marion. 

I turned to Jack, still angry, and said, "We shouldn't let Ralph  
Patterson get anywhere near Jill!" 

"Whoa, Jake," said Marion.  "Ralph's been terrific with Jill.  She  
likes him a lot, but not in that way.  You have to understand that Jill and I 
talk about everything.  It's not Ralph that has her asking these questions.   
What goes on in the third floor?" 

I was given a reprieve from answering as Cathy put a plate in front  
of me.  I dug into the scrambled eggs and Cathy took a seat. 

"We, ah, have a mattress up there," said Jack.  "For, um---" 

"Never mind," said Marion.  "I can imagine.  But her questions---"  
she stopped and took a sip of coffee.  "I've told her all about the birds and 
the bees, mind you.  Her questions are about, well, other kinds of sex.  Oral 
sex, anal sex, all sorts of things that a twelve-year old shouldn't be
asking." 

"Unless---" I said. 

"Oh, Shit," said Jack and we stared at each other over the table. 

It was suddenly clear to me and Jack as well, that our young sister- 
to-be was somehow spying on our antics in the third-floor room.  There  
was no other explanation.  I rubbed my hands through my hair and thought  
about what to do about it.  I made up my mind but Cathy beat me to it. 

"Jake," she said, "I think you should have a quiet talk with Jill.  She  
thinks the world of you, and she needs all of what she's seen or guessed put  
into perspective." 

"Yeh," said Marion, dryly.  "And when you're finished with Jill,  
Jake O'Leary, come explain it to me." 

                                - o - 

I arrived at the Patterson's at quarter to seven.  I no longer rang the  
doorbell, but instead just walked in.  I found Joan, Bill and Sophie out  
back.  Bill was grilling a large batch of chicken, and Sophie and Joan were  
sitting in the patio area. 

"You clean up pretty good," said Sophie, who hadn't seen be not  
covered in plaster dust in quite a while.  I kissed her and then kissed Joan. 

"Missed you around here, Jake," said Joan. 

"Been kind of obsessed with the house," I said.  Remembering the  
last time I saw her, when Bill and I sandwiched her in a double fuck I  
added, "but the last time I saw you is still vividly clear in my head." 

She grinned at me and we talked briefly about how she was feeling  
before she excused herself to go inside and finish the salad.  Sophie and I  
talked about when we might have some time together for something other  
than quickies on the mattress in the dingy third floor room at the Victorian. 
We were hoping that we'd have more time, privacy and space during the  
three weeks that my Dad and Marion would be away.  Sophie asked me if I  
knew what her Dad was up to.  Sophie indicated that he'd been working  
down in the basement for most of the day.  I shook my head but raised my  
eyebrows in mock horror. 

We ate dinner in the formal dinning room and everyone was in great  
spirits.  Until, that is, Bill sprung his surprise on them. 

"Ralph, you haven't told anyone that you're fucking Angela, have  
you?" 

Ralph's jaw dropped open and Sophie and Joan were in a similar  
state. 

"Because we'd be in a world of hurt if people outside the six of us  
knew what went on in this house.  I'd be thrown in jail if it was known that  
I fuck Angela and Sophie.  Your mom could be in trouble for fucking Jake  
and having his child."  Bill went on in a conversational tone and I looked  
around at the mostly stunned faces.  Bill concluded his monologue by 
repeating his original question to his fifteen-year old son. 

"No, dad," he said.  "I wouldn't tell anybody about that." 

Bill went around the table, getting promises from each of us that we  
hadn't told anyone and never would. 

"Good," he said.  "We're going to have a family treat tonight.  Joan,  
could you take Sophie and Angela upstairs.  Take this with you.  It  
contains instructions." 

Joan and the girls rose from their chairs and departed, Joan taking  
the envelope with her.  I had no idea what Bill had planned but my cock  
was tingling at the possibilities. 

"Let's get these dishes done," he said to Ralph and I.  Working  
together it took less than ten minutes to load the dishwasher and clean up  
the kitchen.  We followed Bill outside and sat in the Patio. 

Ralph had not said more than two words since Bill had announced  
that he knew of the sex he was having with Angela.  I could tell that he was  
nervous and confused about Bill's other admissions.  Bill also noticed  
Ralph's discomfort. 

"Is Angela the only girl you've had?" he asked. 

"Yes," said Ralph. 

"That will change tonight, son.  You're going to fuck Sophie and  
your mom, too." 

"Mom?" he said, his voice incredulous.  "And Sophie?"  He glance  
at me then returned his full attention to his father. 

"Yep.  Tell me, how have you had Angela?  Just her pussy?" 

"Um," he cleared his throat and his face colored.  "She, ah, sucks  
me off too." 

"And you eat her pussy?" asked Bill. 

"Yeah, sometimes." 

"Have you fucked her ass yet?" 

"No," he said, his eyes widening. 

"It's a great feeling, fucking little Angela's ass.  Would you agree,  
Jake?" 

"It's quite amazing," I said, remembering the time I fucked her there  
after Bill had loosened the way by butt-fucking her for many minutes. 

"Would you like to know what's planned for tonight?"  he asked. 

"God, yes," said Ralph, leaning forward. 

"Your mom is preparing herself and the girls right now.  They're all  
getting enemas.  This will clean out their bottoms and leave their anal 
passageways relaxed and slippery enough for us to fuck.  In about thirty 
minutes they'll go downstairs and enter the rec-room in the basement.  We'll 
follow a few minutes later, get undressed and enter.  The room will be dark, 
pitch black actually.  You, me and Jake will have to crawl around until we 
find a partner.  You can fuck that girl or have her suck you off, whatever, 
but you can't take her ass, not yet.  You  always have to clean yourself 
thoroughly after anal sex and we will not be  leaving that room until we've 
enjoyed all three of them.  The last one you can butt-fuck." 

"Jesus," I said and laughed.  "And people think I'm imaginative." 

Bill answered his son's questions and mine, and we waited until we  
heard a sharp knock on the sliding glass door.  I looked over and saw Joan  
Patterson, dressed in a bathrobe, waving.  I waved back and she  
disappeared. 

"Let's give them a minute and go down," said Bill.  Each of us hit  
the bathroom to take a leak before descending.  In the basement my pulse  
quickened when I saw three bathrobes tossed over the dryer.  We all  
stripped off our clothes and placed them in neat piles near the door.  Ralph  
stared enviously at the thick rod of my cock.  His was hard and stood  
about six inches from the brown curls at the base. 

"Let's line up.  Ralph, you first, then Jake." 

I noticed that Bill carried a flashlight in one hand and something  
that looked like a remote control device in the other.  He flicked off the  
light in the basement and the room was now illuminated only from the light  
upstairs.  At Bill's direction, Ralph opened the rec room door and slipped  
inside.  I followed him after a few moments and dropped to my knees on  
the soft carpet and crawled a few feet forward.  I couldn't see I thing, but
if  
blackness can get even darker it did when Bill entered and closed the door  
behind him.  The utter blackness made my sense of sight useless and I  
concentrated on hearing, but I had to regulate my own breathing before I  
could hear and sense the other five people in the room. 

I crawled slowly to the right, intending to circle the room  
counterclockwise.  After moving several feet I heard a small sound just  
ahead of me.  I stopped and listened, trying to make out the sounds I heard.  
Bodies shifting, rubbing against each other and across the carpeted floor, I  
thought.  Maybe Ralph has found somebody.  I crawled forward slowly 
until I sensed movement ahead of me, very close.  I reached out and  
contacted something, someone.  At the same time I heard the a muted  
moan, very close, then the unmistakable sound of a kiss being broken as  
two people took deep breaths. 

"Ralph's found somebody," I thought to myself.  "But who?" 

My hands felt and found a limb, and then identified it as someone's  
arm.  I followed it and found the body and another on top.  I decided to  
give up trying to identify who Ralph had found and was groping with, and  
moved off to the left.  As I crawled away in search of a partner, I heard a  
moan from the couple behind me and heard, or imagined I could hear, the  
sound of a cock entering a cunt. 

Moving on, I sensed rather than heard someone close to my left.   
Reaching out, my hand encountered flesh.  A hand came on top of my own,  
holding me there, on a thigh I was pretty sure.  My other hand reached out  
and found the girl's other arm.  I rose on my knees and pulled her toward  
me, into my chest. 

"It's Joan," I thought to myself as we embraced.  "No, it's Angela,"  
I concluded as I felt her smaller pointy breasts against my chest.  Groping  
in the darkness I found her head and brought it to mine.  My lips found  
hers after an awkward moment and we settled into a long, wet kiss.  Her  
tongue invaded my mouth and darted about and Angela's unique method of  
kissing confirmed my identification.  We kissed again and again for several 
minutes before Angela broke away and lowered her head.  My hands   
followed her head as it dropped into my lap and took my cock into her  
warm mouth. 

I sat back on my haunches and enjoyed the feeling of her  
enthusiastic mouth and tongue as she sucked me.  The earlier eerie silence  
was now gone, replaced by wet sounds of sucking and kissing, audible  
breathing, and, behind me, the sound of hips slapping into hips.  Bill had  
instructed us to refrain from talking and had done the same to the girls in  
his written instructions.  All that was left was the sounds of three couples  
in this relatively small room as they fucked and sucked each other. 

Angela's mouth on my cock felt incredible and I decided I would  
cum too soon if I allowed her to continue.  It wasn't her technique that had  
me so excited so quickly, for she was still learning how to felate.  It was  
the eroticism of this venue and the cacophony of sex sounds that filled the  
room.  I pulled Angela off my cock and laid her back on the floor.  I  
reached out in the darkness and explored her body, finding her firm young  
tits with one hand while the other found her sex.  Squeezing her ripening  
tits with one hand I slid two fingers into her steamy wetness.  A soft moan  
came from the girl as I drove my fingers into her  tightness.  As I withdrew  
my fingers I pressed them against her erect little clit. 

"Oh... Oh... Oh," I heard behind me, from Ralph, I guessed, then  
the sound of his cry and he came inside his partner. 

This spurred me on and I crawled forward over Angela and  
mounted the girl.  My cock had no trouble finding her wide open sex and I  
eased slowly forward until I was buried in her thirteen year-old cunt,  
pressed hard against her cervix.  I began to fuck the young girl, silently and
slowly, letting her tight cunt the time to get used to my rod.  She showed 
me that she had learned something under her dad's tutelage as her body  
moved under me, her narrow hips undulating as I stroked into her sex. 

I heard another cry of climax in the room, from Sophie I was sure,  
and this caused me to quicken my pace and drive my cock in long quick  
strokes into the tight cunt beneath me.  Angela hips rose each time I  
withdrew and pushed forward as I slammed into her wet box, bouncing her  
along the spongy carpet.  The sounds of passion in the small room and the  
feeling of her tight underage pussy soon brought on the tingle in my balls  
that told me I was close.  Angela's soft mewing sounds increased in  
intensity and I hammered into her, oblivious to anything but my impending  
release.  Angela's cry and the wet effusion on my cock and balls pushed me  
over the edge and I groaned as my cock jerked and twitched as jet after jet  
of cum blasted forth in her sex. 



I rolled the two of us on our sides a few minutes later.  Tucked face  
to face in the cocoon of darkness, her hot, sweet breath in my face, we  
listened to the rhythmic sound of fucking elsewhere in the room.  A cry and  
a muffled moan soon announced the climaxes of that pair, which I guessed  
was Bill and maybe Joan. 

We had a lot of sex ahead of us, I knew, but it was very pleasant to  
be lying there with Angela in the utter blackness, her face inches from mine  
but quite invisible, her fingers playing idly with the hair on my chest. 

A few minutes later, with the room once again quiet except for the  
background noise of our breathing, we all heard a click and saw a TV  
screen flash on.  It was way up high, near the ceiling, and the small screen  
had blue letters against a black background that read, 

             "INTERMISSION" 

I chuckled to myself and heard a few audible laughs.  I rose to my  
elbow and looked around.  The TV offered enough illumination to make out 
the room.   Bill had removed the chair and table that used to occupy the end
where  
Angela and I now lounged.  His bondage machine was also gone from it's  
usual place at the other end of the room.  The only furniture that remained  
was the tall metal storage cabinet and, on top of that, a TV/VCR that   
carried that single word.  In front of the cabinet lay Bill and Joan. 

I looked to my left and saw Ralph and Sophie.  Ralph was sitting  
with his back to the wall and his legs extended in a vee in front of him.   
Sophie was sitting, half laying, against him, her back to his chest, her legs 
crossed casually at the ankles.  Ralph's hands circled Sophie, and his hands  
cupped her massive breasts.  I could well understand his fascination with  
her tits, given his sole experience was with the young, still budding Angela. 

Another click was heard and "INTERMISSION" faded away and  
was replaced by a scene that was so bright in comparison that it hurt my  
eyes.  I closed and then reopened my eyes and got used to the relatively  
bright light of the screen.  The video showed the Anderson master  
bedroom, and in the middle of the king-sized bed were Joan Patterson and  
my beloved Sophie.  The video that followed was only six or eight minutes  
long, but by the end my cock was fully recovered and ready for action.  It  
started slowly as Joan and Sophie kissed and fondled each other.  Angela's  
audible intake of breath, just next to me, caused me to grin.  I stole a  
glance at Ralph and saw him staring open-mouthed at the screen.  In the  
few minutes of the video Sophie and Joan escalated their lesbian scene,  
flipping end-to-tail and attacking each other's sex with unmistakable  
passion.  The video faded out on the final scene with a still of Sophie's  
beautiful face in orgasm. and was replaced by the words--- 

"LADY'S CHOICE" 

Sophie acted first, disengaging her younger brother's hands from  
her breasts and crawling over to me.  She did something that surprised me  
when he reached Angela and I.  She crawled over Angela, straddling her  
younger sister, and lowered her body on hers. I saw movement from the  
corner of my eye and glance over to see Joan approaching her fifteen-year  
old son. 

Sophie pressed her breasts into Angela and leaned down to kiss the  
startled girl.  I believe she whispered something in her ear before letting
her  
up.  I saw Angela scamper toward the other end of the room, to her father  
who waited, before a third click caused the room to ease again into total  
darkness.  A second later I felt the familiar feel of Sophie's lips as they
slid  
over my cock and she sucked me deep, no doubt savoring the taste of 
Angela's juices on my cock. 

This second course was much noisier than the first.  Bill's  
instructions to stay as quiet as possible were ignored as passion and  
enthusiasm took over. 

"Fuck me, Ralph," I heard from Joan, "Fuck your momma's cunt!" 

"Oh, Daddy, yes," I heard from the other end of the room before a  
loud slap silenced the young girl.  For a while at least. 

I turned my body and sucked Ralph's cum out of Sophie's cunt  
while she licked and sucked my cock.  He may have cum quickly from  
being in his sexy sister's cunt for the first time, but he left quite a
calling  
card.  Sophie's cunt was drenched in a sloppy mixture of his and her cum.  I  
took Sophie from the rear, fucking her hard and fast, driving her from her  
position on all fours until her head and arms fell to the floor to better
brace  
against my assault, then flat on the floor.  I rose on my arms above her and  
hammered my cock into her cunt.  Sophie came twice before I lost control  
and dumped my second load of the evening into a Patterson cunt.

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