Dad and Jaxon have a threesome
Dad and I were 6 months into our sexual relationship and those first shy nocturnal fumbling’s seemed a lifetime away. Living together as lovers became perfectly natural for us, natural as living as a typical couple with sex still being an exciting integral part of our lives. Life at home was relaxed, we’d invariably wear singlets and trunks which were comfortable and very obviously displayed the state of our arousal at any random time.
Dad once said – it was so easy to detect when a man was horny as his dick would be a signpost whereas it was much harder to read the mind of a woman.
Most nights we’d have sex, real hot passionate sex, as loud and as raw as it was quiet and loving, as intimate as it was incestuous, and maybe it was that taboo of knowing we were father and son that made the whole thing so hot. We’d reach the stage where face to face humping was just as intense as fucking. The animal power of dad’s big hairy body in my arms, the way our dicks ground together, trapped between our writhing bodies was incredible. As was the sensation of his big hands and fingers searching out my hidden places and bringing them alive with a single touch. My dad was a real nip man too! Biting and chewing mine so hard sometimes I had to beg for mercy.
And in that humping position I could reach round and play with the crack of his butt, circling my fingers through the soft hair until I found his pucker and slowly work my finger in his butt-hole. 6 months ago that would have been unbelievable, now dad would willingly fuck himself on my finger as we humped together.
Everything we did to each other was almost as mind blowing as when I’d look up in dad’s final moments and see his entire face, red, contorted, every tendon in his neck stretched almost to breaking point before he finally lost control and with a series of massive shudders and deafening yells shot his load all over me as I shot mine. Frottaging our naked bodies together, kissing and then cumming over each other was just as rewarding as one of our cocks, usually dad’s, exploding into the other’s, usually mine, asshole.
Typically we’d end the night bathed in each other’s sweat and splattered with cum. It was rare these days for us to actually wake up in clean sheets. Dad was becoming more versatile but it still wasn’t natural for him to bottom. Perhaps 2 in 10 fucks ended in me penetrating him. I wasn’t complaining as I loved his stronger dominating presence that I’d always experienced since I was a boy and it was now an awesome treat when the roles were reversed and I’d get to fuck my hunky hairy stud of a dad!
In those 6 months, we hadn’t opened up about our relationship to anyone and we hadn’t found to desire to go outside the relationship for sex. Maybe it was still the ‘honeymoon period’ but we were totally satisfied with pleasuring each other.
I found it very horny when we’d go out for a romantic dinner as I’d see other couples looking at us maybe appreciating that we were lovers but having no idea that we were father and son, or maybe those people might see a family resemblance between us and think how wonderful it was that dad and son could enjoy dinner together, again not having any idea that the dad would invariably end up fucking the son later on.
One of our favourite pastimes was to size up single guys, or guys who were coupled and guess if they were gay and even if they weren’t, we’d speculate whether they’d likely to be tops or bottoms. Once in a while, we’d spy another obvious gay couple and ‘looks’ would be exchanged, them knowing we were also a gay couple but having no idea of our true relationship.
Until one particular evening our domestic bliss changed when we took an adventurous step in our relationship. Many would say it was inevitable in a gay relationship, but we didn’t go looking for it - we had a threesome.
Dad and I had enjoyed a meal out and we’d finished two bottles of wine between us. So as we were feeling ‘merry’ and not yet ready to end the evening it wasn’t difficult to persuade him to go for a nightcap in a nearby gay bar.
He’d had never been to one, he’d a history of bar hopping and clubbing in his youth and when he separated from mom, he was no stranger to well-known pick up bars but always focused within straight venues.
As for me, being so much younger, I’d had my fair share of one-night stands after hanging out in gay bars, all night raves, or if I wanted less of a challenge, any of the regular Sydney gay saunas where a fuck was guaranteed.
I brought dad to The Stonewall on Oxford St, the pink mile in Sydney that focused on the younger members of the gay community, with drag queens and podium dancers most nights. I wanted dad to experience what single gay life was like.
‘So, dad,’, I laughed, ‘What do you fancy?’
‘How about a beer son?’
I said he knew exactly what I meant, and he smiled
I’d had a lot of success in that bar in the past, the regular crowd being attractive younger guys who were looking for a no strings fuck in a local sauna or a rarer older guy who was hoping to get lucky. I’d say I’d had a mixture of both – topping the younger and getting fucked by the older guys. I wondered if I’d run into any of my past conquests and how I’d introduce dad!
We mingled in the packed crowd working our way towards the bar and I smiled to myself as I watched dad’s reaction to being surrounded by younger guys, all openly gay and ranging from screaming teen queens to some stunning looking guys in their 20s who were hunting in packs!
We grabbed a couple of beers and stood around a small table, surveying the usual raucous crowd.
‘How about that one over there?’ I asked using my beer bottle to indicate a blond kid dancing in a sweat stained vest and jeans.
‘Looks like he loves himself a bit too much, and besides son I’ve got to be the oldest guy in here. Who’s gonna look at me unless they’re canvassing for residents for a care home?’
He laughed but I could tell he felt out of place. Which was totally stupid because I knew there were always twinks in a bar like this just hanging out for a big hairy daddy, guys who wouldn’t be able resist that big expanse of hairy chest, let alone that big dick of his.
After our first beer, I had to go off for a piss. I left dad on his own looking very prone and disappeared into the crowd. It took a while, as there was a queue to use the urinals and the cubicles were full of couples who came out guiltily wiping their noses!
Afterwards, I went to the bar to buy another round of drinks and I searched for dad in the crowd. To my amusement I saw him talking to an animated guy. The guy had his back to me but I could tell he was a much younger guy. He wore a tight tee shirt which wasn’t flattering as it showed how thin he was, but I had to admit, that as the crowd moved around, I got glimpses of his rounded butt which was enticingly shaped by his tight fitting jeans. Dad seemed engrossed in the conversation and wasn’t looking around for me or to be rescued. In fact he had a smile on his face and seemed amused by the whole thing.
I smiled too. I was watching my own father being hit on by a younger guy for the first time and wondered if his cock was slowly unfurling in his jeans imagining that kid on his back with his legs in the air and dad’s cock up his butt… .
Eventually I made my way over to the two of them and almost stopped in my tracks when I recognized the guy that dad was with. His name was Adam, and I’d fucked him on at least 2 occasions. The first time I’d picked him up and we’d gone off to the sauna and I admit I’d given him a very energetic root which he just lapped up. We didn’t exchange numbers as for me, he was just a one-off bit of trade, but when I saw him a week or so later, I targeted him as I wanted a repeat performance. He wasn’t relationship material, but he was definitely a very responsive shag with the sort of butt that could handle a cock like my dad’s...
And he was cute looking, not stunning and not muscly, but lithe, smooth and a head shorter than dad. I knew dad had this thing about the ‘boy next door’ look because that was always the sort of guy he’d point out to me when we were fooling around. So Adam was definitely dad’s type…but was dad even ready to fuck another guy let alone have his 1st threesome?
I plonked the two beers on the table and got a frown from Adam when he thought I was interrupting the conversation, but the frown soon turned into a look of vague recognition as he remembered our previous encounters.
Dad saw the look for recognition between us and said ‘Jaxon, this is………..’ and to his embarrassment had forgotten or had never been given Adam’s name. I came to the rescue and from the depths of my memory, recalled that his name was Adam and so I finished the sentence…. “this is Adam” and then it was my time to feel awkward, for straightaway I had to think about how to introduce dad.
I carried on and said ‘And Adam if he didn’t tell you, this is Tom’. I was so tempted to end the sentence by saying……’Tom…… my dad’, but I thought I’d let the relationship remain a secret for a bit longer.
Adam switched his attention to me and we did the obligatory chat of what we’d been up to since we last saw each other. The fact that Adam switched his attention to me and not entirely on dad showed that he’d remembered the quality sex we’d had before – and maybe he was hoping for some kind of repeat performance?
I involved dad in the conversation once we’d moved on from what was happening in the ‘gay bubble’, then Adam asked the inevitable question.
‘How do you guys know each other?’.
I looked at dad and decided to admit everything.
“He’s my dad”.
Adam looked like he didn’t get it
“What?”
“He’s my father.”
“Are you kidding me?” He looked at me to see if I was teasing him and I shook my head. I then saw him looking at us from face to face and he finally said “Fuck a duck! You really are! I can’t believe it.”
After still trying to take it in he asked, “Do you two fuck?”
Dad looked at me then looked straight back at Adam.
‘Yes, we do.’ he said.
All Adam could do was shake his head and repeat “Fuck a duck! That’s amazing!”
Then he said, “Look I got to go and pee, promise me you won’t go anywhere.”
We agreed and he disappeared into the crowd
We laughed together and I said “Did you see his reaction?”
Dad carried on laughing and replied “Yep do you think he’ll be back or have we shocked him too much?”
“Oh I think he’ll be back…. So…. dad?”
“Uhuh?”
“Do you want to……?”
“What?” I realized he was still pretty innocent when it came to the opportunities of the gay world but if this had been a straight bar any woman flirting with dad like Adam had would probably already be in the parking lot and right now enjoying dad’s cock working her puss into a frenzy,
“So do you want to bring him home?”
“Are you serious? How do you know that’s what he wants?”
“Oh dad, it’s so obvious. I saw the way he was talking to you before I came along. It was so obvious he was trying to pick you up. And to be honest, he’s a brilliant root – completely submissive. You could do anything you want to him.”
“It’s as easy as that?” he said. still not sure about my assumption.
“100%” It’s up to you, I’m deffo up for it.”
“You mean we…share?’
‘That’s exactly what I mean dad. Be kind of horny eh, watching each other fuck?’
Dad rubbed his chin as if he was already imagining the scene, And I’ll admit he wasn’t the only one. I had a very clear memory that not only did Adam like it rough but he was also one noisy little pup, in fact so noisy I’d had to clamp my hand over his mouth to muffle him the night I’d fucked him at the sauna… maybe dad would do the same?... Maybe a slimmer more submissive younger model would bring out even more of dad’s dominant side?. And that I couldn’t wait to see
“Well OK if he asks.”
“Trust me – he will. So you fancy fucking him?” I just put it out there and laughed again at his almost embarrassed reaction.
He nodded.
Hell! I suddenly realized Adam would be dad’s only other fuck! And I was gonna see it! See my father bury his dick in another guys ass… actually see what he looked like fucking me. And I guess for dad it worked the other way… he’d see me fucking the ass off Adam.
So just ran with it as if it was already signed and sealed. I was looking forward to it myself. I knew exactly the kind of guy that Adam was - sex first, ask questions later, and from memory he was a very enthusiastic bottom. I’d even say the whole dad/son thing would be an ultimate fantasy for him.
To confirm my confidence, Adam returned with more beers.
“I still can’t believe it’ he said, ‘ It’s the horniest thing I’ve ever heard of. Do you guys really mess around?”
Dad and I looked at each other and I smiled with satisfaction. I let dad answer.
“If you’re up for it – we are!”
Adam looked like he couldn’t believe his luck was in. We knocked back our drinks, none of us wanting to waste any time, dad organized an Uber and we set off.
Adam and I carried on catching up in the car talking about various parties we’d been to and the latest episodes of RuPaul. Dad kept quiet and I knew he wasn’t into anything we were talking about, he was probably thinking about what we’d get up to once we got home.
We were all pretty excited by the time we arrived at our place, but I noticed dad was leaving it to me to make all the moves and that was fine with me.
I pulled Adam towards me and within seconds we were kissing like crazy whilst dad watched.
‘Well dad, you gonna join us?’
And over he came, wrapping us both in his arms, any nervousness he may have felt about kissing another guy seemed to have vanished as his lips moved from one to the other. He groaned in my mouth and as soon as I moved my hand to his bulge I knew why. Adam was already one step ahead of me, already massaging dad’s obvious erection through his jeans.
Pretty soon there were six hands stroking, teasing and three hard dicks aching to be released. And just as I remembered Adam’s dick was couple of inches shorter than my own.
I broke away first, tugging my shirt over my head as a signal for dad and Adam to follow suit and gradually we stripped, our clothes flying all over the place until we were stood there bollock naked and admiring each other’s bodies.
‘Fuck YES!’ said Adam eagerly running his hands over my dad’s hairy chest and belly before wrapping his fingers around dad’s cock, wanking him slowly as they kissed in front of me.
Adam looked at me and grinned.
‘Jaxon YOU are one lucky boy!’
But it wasn’t me that looked like the boy compared to dad. It was him. Younger. Smoother, A good head shorter than my father, it was hard to believe he was actually twenty. Somehow dad’s massive arms, his height, his fur just made Adam look younger.
Maybe had he had my muscles he wouldn’t have looked so young, But he didn’t. He just looked fucking horny.
I could see Adam was mesmerized by dad’s dick. No doubt impressed by the size and no doubt already imagining how that awesome cock with its fat cockhead would feel pushing into his butt-hole.
Dad’s helmet was still partly covered by his frill and mine was the same until I fisted it, dragging my foreskin down and locking it under my helmet. And there was my knob, already gleaming with precum.
I took in Adam’s cock, more slender and smaller than ours but still a reasonable size. He was as smooth as me and his pubes were just as sparce. The lack of hair around mine emphasized the size of my dick but his pubes added to his youthful appearance.
Putting my arm around dad’s shoulders we moved to the couch where I got him to sit down next to me. Adam took one look at us sat there, our legs spread, our balls hanging, our eager cocks pointing up our trails and he soon got the message, dropping to his knees between my legs, holding my dick in his hand and twirling his tongue all around my helmet, looking up at me and dad, his lips already slimy with spit and precum.
Then he moved over to dad’s, first admiring its girth and then greedily sinking his lips around the helmet, his cheeks bulging around dad’s meat as he sank lower pushing down dad’s frill.
‘Awwwwwwwww FUCKKKKKKKKK!’ Dad half gasped and half laughed as Adam took more cock than he could cope with and began to gag.
‘Easy young man.’
‘It’s so fucking big,’ Adam spluttered just about able to get his hand around my father’s wet slimy dick and wanking it slowly as dad moaned and arched his back, thrusting his cock forward as he began to almost fuck Adam’s fist.
Then it was back to my cock for the same treatment. Just like I remembered he was an expert cock sucker, using his mouth on one cock and his hand on the other, then swapping as dad and I kissed, both enjoying Adam’s expert attention. I couldn’t help but think how weird it felt to kiss dad and at the same time feel someone else’s lips around my dick.
Much to my surprise it was dad who suggested moving into the bedroom where we could ‘spread out’.
So, the three of us got up naked with our cocks bobbing and leading the way down the hall way.
There was no point wasting time, so I lay on the bed, back against the headboard and once again let Adam eat my cock. It was a glorious feeling to let this young expert play with my dick and balls. The only thing was I knew that with his skills if he kept on working like that, I’d shoot. Luckily dad came to the rescue.
He took one look at Adam on his knees with his ass in the air and a huge grin spread across his face as his dick pulsed a long string of precum.
I could tell just how much he was into this from the way he was slowly masturbating his dick and licking his lips as he stared at Adam’s ass. But I hadn’t expected dad to climb on the bed, crouch behind him, grab Adams skinny boi-butt in his big hands and without any messing bury his face in that hairless crack…
Adam moaned out in delight and as he opened his mouth, I edged my cock further down his throat. For a second he gagged, coming up for air until he regained control of his breathing as I began fucking his mouth.
The view down Adams spine showed dad slurping and licking away like he’d been rimming butt-holes all his life and I was impressed that he’d taken to licking another guy’s ass so quickly. After all he’d only been with me, but I had to admit that he’d quickly become a very adept rimmer. He would dig in his thumbs on either side of my pucker and didn’t shy away from trying to tunnel his tongue in past my tight ring. He’d told me he never tried rimming a woman and now it appeared he was trying to make up for it. And now there he was plundering Adam’s ass with gusto and it was awesome to see his face pressed hard against Adam’s cheeks knowing that his tongue was flicking across his asshole trying to probe inwards and drenching it with saliva.
Dad came up for air and wiped the drool from his chin. He smiled with satisfaction and gave Adam’s ass a light swipe whilst holding his dripping cock in his hand. He looked at me for approval and of course I encouraged him with the nod of my head and knowing what was about to happen I kept Adam’s head firmly buried in my crotch as his ass remained in the perfect penetrative position.
There’s no way Adam wouldn’t have been aware of dad’s intentions as he positioned himself between his legs and aimed his purple knob-head at the small pink target. I sat up desperately wanting to watch his hole being breached by dad’s impressive cock. Adam was a slim guy and dad’s chunky thighs exceeded the width of Adam’s hips and his thick dick looked quite lethal as he edged along it Adam’s taint seeking entry.
I felt Adam bracing himself as be prepared to be impaled so I kept my cock firmly wedged in his mouth as dad pushed forward, muffling the scream I knew must come when that hairless pink hole was breached.
‘OHH FUCKKK OH FUCKKKKKKKKK!, groaned dad and I saw the length of his thick shaft disappearing between Adam’s two slim cheeks, felt the vibrations of that muffled scream around my throbbing erection.
‘Get in there dad, get that big fucker right up that little ass!’
Not that dad needed any encouragement. He was already gripping Adams slim hips and nudging his cock inch by inch into that boys butt until…
‘AARRRRRRRRRRRRRR!’ Adams head snapped back as he felt every one of dad’s seven inches burrow deep to the root. And he had my sympathy. No matter how careful dad was with his cock there was always some pain, even now, and I was used to it. But somehow… then the penny dropped…
I wasn’t watching dad making love. I was watching him fucking!
It was only then that I let my tight grip of Adams loosen and he came up for air, his mouth dripping spit and precum, his eyes watering as he gasped for breath.
His whole body swayed under the force of dad’s thrusting and his original cries of pain turned to groans of ecstasy as dad pummeled him. For an experienced guy like him, he must have relished having a dick the girth of dads plowing into him. Adams resilience was tested as dad didn’t hold back and he repeatedly rammed in him full throttle.
Yes! This was really dad FUCKING!
Slamming his dick deep into that hole, gripping those hips so tight his fingers were already leaving marks on Adams pale skin, and grunting and panting like nothing else mattered but shooting his spunk in that speared boi-cunt.
I sat up further, leaning across Adams body and kissing dad as we spit-roasted him. I could feel the swaying of Adams frame and it was a powerful feeling to know that as dad and I kissed, he was hammering him unmercifully, oblivious to Adam’s own pleasures or needs. The ‘slap slap slap’ of dad’s thighs continually slapping against Adams buttocks emphasizing the ferociousness of dad’s onslaught.
Adam’s oral skills were being severely tested as he dealt with dad’s battering. As for me, his mouth provided a damp warm cavity for me to continue spewing out precum and having it lapped up and swallowed, causing it to only generate more.
I watched dad’s body slap against Adam’s and looked at his expression. One that I knew so well and was telling me that he was about to blow. His face was reddened, he was breathing rapidly, his grunts became deeper and I saw him clench Adam’s hips…. and yell…
‘FUUUUUUUUUUUUCK! I’M CU…. CUMMMMM…. CUMMINGGGGGGGG!
…as his body jolted several times and I knew that ropes of cum were coating the inside of Adam’s bowels.
Beads of sweat ran down dad’s hairy torso as his rhythmic fucking motion eventually slowed down and his groans subsided.
As usual when he withdrew his cock it was about half the size of when he first entered Adam’s ass. A string of creamy sperm broke as dad pulled away followed by a soft ‘phutt’ as dad’s cum began to bubble out of Adam’s well-fucked pucker.
Once he was free of dad’s cock Adam collapsed onto the bed, still gasping for breath, sprawled out in front of us, his smooth crack glistening with a mix of spunk, precum and his own ass juices.
Dad wiped the sweat off his face and looked at me, a big grin on his lips.
‘Your turn son.’
And it so was. After seeing dad fuck like that I had no intention of giving Adam a break. He’d been edging me for ages, my frill was firmly tucked under my exposed knob which was bloated and blood filled and ready to spew.
I grabbed hold of him and rolled him over onto his back, knelt between his legs, and pushed them back against his chest exposing his asshole. There was a ring of white cum smeared around his entrance and I edged my helmet in his crack to scoop up the leaking remnants of dad’s orgasm to act as lube as it was my turn to slide my cock inside his freshly plundered anus.
Dad walked round to the side of the bed to get the best view as his boy edged his way into Adams asshole.
‘Fuck dad! He’s swimming in cum!
I heard dad gasp but whether that was in admiration of seeing his son’s dick entering another guys ass, or because he could see his own load almost squirting down the sides of my shaft I don’t know. But fuck me! Did that well fucked cum-filled chute feel good!
Not as tight as I remembered but then on that night his ass hadn’t already been stretched by dad’s dick, but feeling all slimy cum in there, those quivering walls churned to mush by dad’s violent thrusts, well, that was more than worth it.
Dad seemed memorized as I slammed into Adam.
‘Watch dad! Watch me fuck him!’
Now he was getting the live version of a hard-core porn movie, soundtrack and all only it was a movie starring his own son… a sound track of his boys grunts, gasps and groans. And this wasn’t an actors thighs slapping against Adam’s ass-cheeks, it was the same thighs that had slapped against his own ass, the same big boy dick that had fucked dads own hairy butt was now ramming in and out of another lad’s pucker.
…the same pucker that minutes ago had slammed and squeezed on my own father’s dick was now squeezing mine… and the thought that dad and I had fucked the same butt just made me ram harder, twisting my hips when I was buried to the root to stretch Adams slimy bald cunt as much as I could with my own thick shaft….
…now it was MY body dad was hearing slapping against Adam’s, MY dick that making him kick and yell as it speared him over and over, MY voice that was calling him ‘a horny little fucker’…. telling him I was gonna breed his skinny little ass… pump his cunt full of my spunk… MY sweat dad could smell dripping on Adam’s body…
As I kept the pressure on the inside of Adam’s knees pinning them to his chest, I had maximum access to energetically ram my dick into him. Then I felt dad’s hand travel down to my butt, caressing and squeezing my cheek as it clenched and released as my dick continued to slam into Adam’s ass.
I looked over my shoulder at him, our eyes met and he smiled wickedly, making a great show of inserting his middle finger into his mouth.
‘Yeah son?’ he said, winking at me and I knew exactly what was on his mind…
Within seconds his hand was back on my ass cheeks and that one wet fingers delved between them running along my crack in search of my asshole.
‘Nnrrghhhnwwwwwwwwww daaaaaaaaad!’
I shuddered as he touched my ring, trying to find the right angle as my butt was still bouncing against Adam. Then his finger found my asshole and he pushed it in past my sphincter, twisting and turning deeper and deeper, finger fucking me as my own bucking body worked his finger deeper and deeper until….
FUCK YES! He found my prostate, making me whine and yell, making me jolt my hips against Adam’s ass… making every thrust harder and less controlled. I didn’t need any assistance in trying to cum and I knew that if dad kept on pressing on that g-spot, I wouldn’t be able to hold off my orgasm for much longer.
Dad just kept his finger wedged so that when I was on the withdrawal stroke from Adam’s ass, his finger dug deeper. I was like fucking myself on his finger until I plowed down again into Adam.
There was no way I could keep that pace up, no way I could fight the feeling of my orgasm building up inside me, my spunk forming a knot at my root, my balls lifting as if ready to shoot so I pinned Adam down, my body leaning over him, my eyes boring into his and he knew what was coming and just what to do..
He reached down between us and grabbed his own cock, it had been solid during the entire time of his double fuck. I could tell he was ready to burst as well.
And I closed my eyes and gave myself over to just letting the whole orgasmic experience take me over. I felt the volcano of sperm well up inside me and then erupt in the moist tunnel of Adam’s rectum. I imagined the white flow splashing inside him combining with dad’s deposit.
My groans were almost drowned out by Adam as he yelled ‘JAXONNNNNNN!’ and I felt the faint splatters of his warm cum spray across my chest as we were both lost in our own worlds.
Dad had stepped back and was enjoying the sight of two sweaty young guys mutually recovering from their orgasms.
He came over to kiss me and as we indulged in a long sloppy tongue-swapping kiss, Adam, still covered in his own cum, slid up to us wanting to join in. We welcomed him and we became a mass of jabbing tongues flicking in and out of each other’s mouths.
Dad said “How about we clean up?” and the three of us headed to the bathroom. Our shower cubicle isn’t really built for three people but we managed to squeeze in with Adam stood in between us as dad and I soaped him down and massaged every inch of his body. There was no more life left in his shriveled cock as there was in mine or dad’s but that didn’t matter as we all kissed and caressed each other.
Dad and I even played with his tender butt-hole as it leaked around our fingers,,,
It felt like a men’s locker room as we stood around, drying our bodies, none of us with a hard-on but still checking each other out, the room still felt sexually charged.
Dad looked at me for confirmation as he asked Adam “You want to stay the night?” and he eagerly nodded, relieved that he wasn’t going to have to abandon the intimacy of our incestuous relationship.
And when Dad slid in between the sheets, he spread his arms either side of him and said “How about my two boys come and join me?
I laughed and was quite happy for my new younger brother to slide in between us as we jokingly kissed each other good night calling each other ‘dad, big bro and little bro’.
I didn’t know how much sleep we’d actually get through the night but I knew in the morning we’d wake up refreshed and no doubt eager to carry on inducting our new temporary family member into the joys of our morning sex rituals!!
