Warning! This story involves incest. Do not continue if you are likely to be offended!

Note: If you missed the previous chapters of Dynasty, you can start reading them here: Dynasty: Third Generation

Hi. I'm Kevin Murphy, newly out to all the world, and proudly gay. I get to tell you all about the "real interesting holiday week" that Boy predicted. Much of it is heresay, but it's my story too. I'm not officially part of the family, but even that may change soon.

After Jim Senior's surprise arrival, and even more surprising revelation that he enjoyed sex with younger men, the holiday household gradually returned to a semblance of normality. In fact, from my point of view, and from my Jim's, it was even more "normal" than usual, because we no longer had to pretend that we were only friends.

When Boy and Poco returned from Big Jim's car with the loads of fresh groceries and cold beer, I dug into the bags and was soon whipping up a big pot of spaghetti sauce, Murphy-style, and a fresh salad to go with it. Big Jim opened cold beers for all of us, and we sat around chatting over nothing, as most families do.

Poco and Big Jim sat side by side on the chesterfield, leaning on each other like long-time lovers. Jim sat in one of the cane chairs, and I took great pleasure in standing behind him, my hands familiarly on his shoulders, between trips to the kitchen to stir the sauce.

Poor Boy was now the outsider, the one single, looking on at the two couples.

I took the opportunity to ask Big Jim:

"So it doesn't bother you that Jim and I sleep together?"

"Not a bit," he replied. "I've known for years now. I didn't want to blurt it out and say so. I've been waiting for you two to open up and tell me. I've been hoping you would so we didn't have to tip-toe round the fact any more.

"Now why don't you go one step further and tell your own father. In this day and age we old guys are opening up our minds just like you young guys. I'm sure he'd be just as accepting as I am, even if he's straight."

At that very moment, I saw that it was what I would do: tell my father! If he didn't accept it, too bad; if he did, great! Either way, there would no longer any reason for Jim and I to keep separate homes. We could finally live together openly.

We had an early night after dinner. Big Jim was either tired, or he wanted to jump into the sack again before Poco left in the morning, and Jim Junior and I wanted to go to bed early for the very same reason.

Poor Boy was relegated to the sofa downstairs where I presumed he watched TV with the sound turned up to drown out the sex noises coming from the two upstairs bedrooms.

All five of us had an early breakfast before Poco and I set off back to Vancouver for the week, promising we'd both be back the following Friday night.

Poco, like all young men of his era, was remarkably frank and open about sexual matters. Most of the spectres which had haunted gay youths of my age had been chased away for them.

"I really like Big Jim," Poco told me on the four hour trip back to Vancouver. "He's really hot in bed!" Like me, Poco had taken to referring to Jim Senior as Big Jim, although to his face he called him Old Man who, in turn, called Poco Kiddo.

"Sounded like you both got pretty hot last night," I commented with a grin. "Jim and I could hear you quite clearly through those thin cabin walls."

"Yeah, we fucked each other again," Poco admitted, without embarrassment. "And I sucked him off again before we left this morning, to make sure he'll be thinking about me all week," he confided.

"You and Jim weren't so quiet yourselves," he commented. I blushed.

"Do you really like Big Jim that much?" I asked. "After all, you're just a boy and he must be nearly eighty," I pointed out.

"Seventy-three," he contradicted me. "Still young! And I'm not a boy any more. A young man, maybe, but a man!"

"OK, sorry," I apologized and concentrated on my driving.

After a while, Poco asked:

"Are you going to do what Big Jim said?"

"What's that?" I asked, even though I'd guessed what he was talking about.

"Tell your father? About you and Jim? Get it out in the open?" he asked.

I thought for a minute before I answered.

"Yes," I told him. "Jim deserves that. We've been together a long time. And I was in love with him even before that, before he ever knew it."

"How did you meet him?" Poco asked.

"I was just eighteen when my older sister brought him home to meet my parents," I told him. "Before they were ever married. Before Boy was even born. Jim was twenty-one then."

"Your older sister?" Poco queried. "Then you're …"

"Yes," I finished for him. "Yes, I'm Boy's uncle. I'm Jim's brother-in-law! That's part of the reason I've never told my dad and mom."

"Oh wow!" Poco commented. "Talk about all in the family!"

My mind was skipping back to that first time Jim pulled out his mighty cock to show me, how beautiful he seemed to me then, and still does. How it seemed so right, even though he was the husband of my recently deceased sister. But the mourning period was over. It was time to get on with living.

We were both silent for a while. Finally Poco spoke up.

"I don't want to pry or anything, or offend anyone, but do you think there's anything going on between Jim and Boy?" he asked.

Frankly, although I knew what he meant right away, I tried to play dumb. It was something I had wondered about myself, but been afraid to come right out and ask.

"Something going on?" I asked. "What do you mean?"

"Well," Poco ventured, cautiously, trying to be careful and not say the wrong thing, "Boy and Jim are so relaxed, so comfortable with each other. It's like they're more than just father and son. They're closer than that. They're sort of super-close. Close like you and Jim, like they're …" Poco couldn't bring himself to say it.

"Like they're lovers?" I finished for him.

"Yeah," he replied lamely. "Like that," he finished weakly, afraid he might have said too much.

"It's possible," I agreed. "They are very close."

"Why don't you ask?" Poco persisted. "Are you afraid to know because you know it's a crime? You know it would be incest if they had sex together?"

"No," I told him – and myself. "Incest between two men does no harm. It's not like there'd be inbred babies or anything."

"And if they are," Poco went on, "it must be because they both want it. It's not as if Boy's being raped or anything."

"Yes, you're right," I agreed.

"So why don't you just ask?" he persisted.

"OK, I will," I assured him. "When I phone Jim tonight, I'l ask him – if you'll ask Boy!"

"I promise," he agreed. We settled back and waited patiently in line for the ferry to the mainland. But for the rest of the trip home, I couldn't get the image of Jim and Boy naked together out of my mind!

My emotions were mixed. I didn't know whether I was shocked at the idea, excited by it, or jealous that they may have been having sex together without including me! I was also somewhat irritated and hurt by the fact that if they were having sex, Jim had kept it a secret from me. I do know that I had a semi-hard all the rest of the way back to the mainland. I dropped Poco off where he wanted to go, and then headed to the job for a shortened work day. I am pretty much my own boss, so no-one questions my hours, as long as I get the job done.

As much as I tried to be casual about it and somehow work it into the conversation when I phoned Jim for our nightly chat after work that night, I'm afraid I just blurted it out:

"I want you to be absolutely honest with me about something," I said to Jim.

"Of course," he said, then there was silence on the line while he waited for my question.

"Do you and Boy have sex together?" I demanded, but then was sorry I'd ever said it, as their was an even longer silence on the line.

Eventually, Jim replied with just one word, "Yes." Then there was even more silence.

Eventually I responded with a non-committal, "I see!"

"Do you hate me?" Jim eventually ventured to ask.

I considered for a while. "No," I replied. "I'm just hurt that you've never told me."

"Do you want me and Boy to stop?" Jim asked.

"No, I guess not, as long as it's what you both want. Do you love him?" Jealousy was definitely creeping in.

"Of course I love him! He's my son! But not like I love you! I love you madly and passionately. You are my lover. Boy is my son, who I love, but the sex between us is just that, sex, lust. We enjoy getting off together, fucking each other."

"I see," I said again.

"Do you hate Boy?" he asked.

"Christ no!" I cried. "I've known him since the day he was born. He's a beautiful young man. I love him as much as you do."

"Do you ever get the hots for him?" Jim asked, a teasing tone to his voice.

"Well … yes," I admitted lamely.

"Hmm, maybe we'll have to have a threesome sometime soon." I didn't know whether he was joking or not, but the idea definitely excited me.

"That would be hot," I ventured.

"Are you ready for another confession," he asked, tentatively. "You're not the first person I've confessed to about me and Boy today."

"Your father?" I guessed.

"Yes," Jim replied.

"How did he take it?" I asked.

"He had already guessed, just like he had guessed about you and me. We had gone for a walk after lunch. We left Boy behind, taking a nap on the couch. He said he didn't sleep too well last night.

"Anyway, out of the blue, Pops asks me 'Are you fucking Boy?' I didn't know what to say other than 'We fuck each other. We like having sex together.'

"He demanded, 'And how long has this been going on?' I told him we'd been doing it for the last five years.

"'Not when he was a boy?' Pops asked.

"Of course not!" I told him. "And it was Boy's idea.

"'Well, sixteen is old enough for him to know his own mind on things like that, I guess.' Pops said, and we dropped the matter for then. But I do have still another confession if you're up to it."

"What? Still more? I'm starting to feel like a Catholic priest," I laughed. "Well, go on. What else?"

"Well, Pops and Boy and I had a circle jerk this afternoon." Jim told me. "Hope that doesn't shock you too much?"

"Not shocked," I assured him, "but definitely intrigued. Tell me all about it."

"OK, tell me about it!" I demanded.

"I will," Jim replied, "as long as you just shut up and listen."

"OK!" I agreed impatiently.

"Well, when we got back from our walk, Boy was no longer sleeping. He was still on the couch, stretched out jerking off. He had his big dick in hand and was just shooting a load when we walked in. He didn't hear us enter. We had been walking barefoot on the beach, and had left the sliding glass doors open when we went out."

"'Nice shooting!' Pops joked when he saw Boy shooting off his cum. Boy was sort of embarrassed for a moment and tried to stick his cummy cock back in his pants. I told him:

"Don't worry about it. I've seen your cock plenty of times for sure, and your Gramps knows about us.

"'About us? About us fucking?' Boy said, surprised.

"'Yes,' Pops piped up. 'About you and your Dad fucking. Don't worry. I'm OK with it. It's a family secret now.'

"I thought about what Pops said, that it's a family secret. I decided right then that you're my family, and that I was going to have to tell you, too. I wasn't sure when and how to do it. It was almost a relief when you asked me just now."

I finally broke in on Jim. I was impatient to know about the circle-jerk. The idea was making me quite horny. I had unzipped my fly and had one hand in my undies, fingering my cock, which was beginning to exude pre-cum.

"Tell me about the circle-jerk!" I demanded.

"OK! OK!" said Jim. "Well, Boy quickly recovered from the shock of being caught out and the surprise of his Gramps knowing that Boy and I fuck each other. Kids these days are so much more accepting of stuff like that than we were twenty years ago. He said to both of us:

"You two both just watched me jerk off. Don't I get some fun too? I've never seen your cock Gramps. Is it big like Dad's and mine? Does it run in the family? Dig it out and let's see it!' he demanded

"Pops just laughed and did as the kid demanded. He undid his jeans and let them fall to his knees, dragged down his undies and let his big, already-stiff cock free. Like Boy, I had never seen my Pops' cock hard before. I wanted to reach out and touch it. Boy beat me to it. He began to masturbate his grandfather. Pops groaned in pleasure and dropped back onto the couch where Boy had been napping and wanking.

"'Get yours out, too, Dad,' Boy said. 'I'll jerk you both off!" I didn't waste any time doing just that, and soon Boy was beating both our cocks, with his own hard poking out of his jeans, getting hard all over again, like young guys can do. I don't know what made me horniest - getting a hand-job from Boy or watching my father's dick being jerked off by my son. When Pops and I came almost simultaneously, cum flew everywhere. Just as well the couch was covered with a sheet from Boy sleeping there, because it was just covered! Boy jerked of for a second time while Pops and I cleaned up some of the mess."

"After we'd all finished, Boy said, 'I want to sleep with Gramps tonight. Is that OK with you Dad?'

"I told him 'It's OK with me if it's OK with your Gramps. He may not want you sleeping with him.'

"Pops broke in 'I think that might be fun,' he said. So that's what's happening. Boy and Pops are sleeping together tonight. Somehow, I don't think it's going to be quite like it was when Boy slept with his Gramps when he was just a toddler!"

I was so horny now. I told Jim, "I think I need to jerk off now. I'll phone you tomorrow night, honey. After I get back from my parent's place. It's our weekly family dinner. I'm going to tell them about us."

"Wow! Things are changing rapidly round here. I hope they take it OK. Maybe it's about time we started thinking about moving in together again! Anyway, let me know how it goes. Love you, honey!"

Jim hung up, and so did I. I was oozing pre-cum all over the inside of my undies by now, so I stripped down, jumped in the shower, and with my favourite butt-plug firmly up my bum, I jerked off thinking of Boy and the two Jims having a circle-jerk!

Tuesday was a day of real dread for me. I couldn't stop thinking about family dinner night at Mom and Dad's. I don't know why I should have been afraid, because they've never been other than supportive of anything I ever did.

But it was with great trepidation that after I had helped Mom with the dishes, as we all sat at ease in their dining room with a coffee and liqueur, that I blurted out:

"Mom, Dad, I've got something I want to tell you," then with hardly a pause rushed headlong into: "I'm gay!" There was a short silence before Mom said:

"We know that, Dear. We figured it out a long time ago."

Dad continued: "We noticed that the only person you ever spent any time with was not a woman, but Jim. That you and he did everything together, went everywhere together.

"We noticed the little glances, the touches, the secret smiles whenever you two were together," added Mom. "The fact that Jim was once married to Mary proves to us that he must be an especially loveable man, that he must be as right for you as he was for Mary. Dad and I are happy for you both."

"Why didn't you say something?" I asked, stunned.

"Because it was your secret to keep, Dear. It was your secret to tell when you were ready; and I'm glad you finally are."

"Now when are you two going to stop wasting money and move back in together?" asked Dad, always the pragmatist. "A little more Tia Maria, anyone?

I phoned Jim as soon as I got home from my parents' that night. He was ecstatic, especially when I told him my Dad's response. There was no really no reason for us to live apart. We had said our nightly goodbyes and were about to hang up when Jim said, "Just a minute. Boy wants to talk to you now. I'll hand the phone over to him and leave you two to it."

"Hey, Kev," came Boy's strong young voice. "Poco wanted me to tell you that you don't need to come out to Port Coquitlam to pick him up. He can easily catch SkyTrain out at New West and transfer to the Canada Line to get to your place. You won't have any Friday afternoon traffic to fight. except getting to the ferry."

"That sounds good." I told him. "Give Poco my address and tell him to be here by 3:30 Friday afternoon. It's not a holiday weekend, so we should be able to catch the 5:00 PM ferry and be with you guys by eight. Give him my cell, too, in case there's any problem. Tell him to call me Friday, anyway, to confirm that he's still coming."

"Will do," Boy confirmed.

"How's things going over there?" I asked. "With you three gay men, all tucked away together?"

"It's hot!" Boy cried, enthusiastically. "I jerked off Dad and Gramps at the same time yesterday!"

"So your Dad told me," I informed him. "And did you sleep with Gramps last night as Jim said you wanted to do?"

"Sure did!" Boy bubbled. "It was great. He fucked me good!"

"Yeah?" I said, getting horny already. "Gonna tell me about it."

"Sure!" he replied, and started in with his tale:

"We all three watched TV till quite late last night, then Gramps said he was getting tired. I asked again if I could sleep with him. He just said that it would be more comfortable than sleeping on the couch again, so Dad went off to bed alone, and Gramps and I went to his bedroom.

"Gramps said to me, 'I hope you don't mind that I sleep naked?'

"Right! As if I'd mind!" Boy chuckled.

"So we both got naked and crawled into bed. I was already getting hard, but I didn't know whether Gramps was or not. He had kept his back to me as he undressed.

"Gramps turned the bed-lamp off and said 'Goodnight, Boy. Sleep tight!'

"I was real disappointed. I thought for a moment maybe he wasn't interested in sex with me, so I rolled onto my side, my back to him. But then he turned to face me in bed in the dark. I thought we were going to spoon together and he would cuddle me like he would do when I was a little kid. But things were different now. For starters, we were both naked, not in our jammies as we used to be. Second, he had a whopping stiffy poking into my back.

"He probed between my legs with it. It felt hard and wonderful, just like Dad's – and you know all about how that feels, right?"

"Yes," I agreed. and strangely, I didn't resent that he had shared the love of my life's cock. It made me closer to Boy, made me feel that we had more in common – love for the same man.

"Anyway, I knew right then that I wanted more than just his cock between my legs. I wanted it inside me. I wanted him to cum in me."

Listening to Boy I was getting hard once again. I knew this was going to be another one of those nights when I jerked off in the shower with a dildo up my ass. Boy continued:

"I stroked him and guided his cock-head to my hole. I spat on my hand and rubbed some of my spit on his cock, but he said, 'Wait a second,' and turned on the bed-lamp again and got the KY. He rubbed some on my hole and some more on his cock.

Laying on our sides, my back to his front, we began to fuck. He pushed gently as I put his knob on my hole. It didn't take much. I was hungry for it. My asshole just opened up and let him in. Gramps' cock is much the same size as Dad's, and it stretched my hole a little as it first went in, but in a moment it was right up inside me.

"Did it hurt you?" I asked him.

"A little at first," he told me, "just like Dad's does, but after that it was great! We fucked for quite a long time before he came inside me. There was an awful lot of cum. Sort of reminded me of a line in a play we read in high-school: Who would have thought the old man to have had so much cum in him? I know the play said 'blood' not 'cum' but it's the same idea."

"Did you fuck him?" I asked.

"No,' Boy said, "He was exhausted after he came. He hasn't slept much for the last couple of nights."

"It was fun," Boy went on, "but I'm not really into older men, even Gramps. I'll let Poco have Gramps. Gramps is really crazy about Poco. And vice-versa. They've phoned each other several times already."

"You've got me so horny I'm going to have to jerk off," I told Boy.

"Wish I were there," he replied. I'd be glad to help you."

"Seriously?" I said, amazed.

"Seriously," he confirmed. "I'd love to get it on with you. Or with you and Dad. It'd be hot! You're such a handsome man! Even Gramps says he'd like to do you!"

"He does?"

"He does!" Boy assured me. "Maybe we can have some real fun next weekend when you and Poco come back."

When Boy and I hung up, I did as I had told him I would. I had a serious jerk-off session under the hot shower with lots of soap, and with my largest dildo in my ass.

It's going to be a long week at work. I can't get my mind off the idea of family fun at the beach house next weekend!