HARRY:

    Out of my two sons, Kurt was always the one I was closer with. He and I just had much more in common, whether we were talking about sports or trucks or wives (back when he was married). I never resented the fact that my younger son Sawyer was gay, even through it took me a while to make peace with it at first. Still, I thought of myself as fairly open-minded and tolerant; certainly in comparison to the puritanical way in which I was raised.

    However, a year or so ago, Kurt started to drift away from me. He didn't call as often, and when we got together in person he always found ways to avoid my questions. My first instinct was to assume he was depressed or frustrated about his divorce, but he actually seemed happy. Even so, something didn't sit right with me. Whereas he always used to be a straight shooter, now he was dodging certain topics. All of a sudden he had all this money, and whenever I asked him about it, his answers didn't add up.

    "I'm not an idiot," I'd sat him down and confronted him a few months ago. "Are you doing something illegal?"

    "What do you mean?" he said, unable to suppress the shit-eating grin on his face.

    "I mean, you just bought a house in goddamn Greenwich, Connecticut. How the hell did you swing that?" I probed.

    "I told ya, I made some money, I've been saving it, I've invested some of it," he gave me one of his vague bullshit replies.

    "I weren't born yesterday," I reminded him. "You're up to something. You were barely able to pay rent last year. Remember when I loaned you money cuz you couldn't pay child support on time? Nah, something's going on. Don't nobody save enough money to buy a house in that short a time unless they're up to something."

    "All you need to know is, I'm not doing anything illegal and there's no need to worry about me getting arrested," Kurt had said with a tone of finality in his voice.

    The way I looked at it, he was either lying and he WAS doing something illegal, but he wanted to keep me in the dark for my own protection; or, he was telling the truth and made money legally but he didn't want to talk about it. But why not? Then, an idea came to me, and I began to wonder if my son was doing porn. It was one of the last things I'd EVER expect from him, but what else could a person be doing that they refused to talk to their parents about? 

    Besides, an acquaintance of ours had been through something similar recently. She was a few years older and after a medical emergency, her bills were getting astronomical. All of a sudden, her college-aged granddaughter came up with a huge chunk of money as a gift. Everyone was stunned, and even more so after the girl admitted to "creating adult content" online, which apparently made her more money than I could've guessed. No one in that family was judgmental about it, but I couldn't imagine how I'd react if my own granddaughter did something like that.

    Little did I know, my two sons were up to something far more devious…

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    "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?!!"

    As the words left my mouth, I had a weird sense of déjà vu, flashing back to saying those same words to my two sons almost thirty years ago, not far from this very spot. Back then, the two boys had been crouched down on the ground, using sunlight and a magnifying glass to singe some small insects scurrying around in the dirt. Luckily it had rained the night before; during dry season they might have inadvertently started a blaze.

    Just like back then, the question I had yelled had been totally unnecessary, because it was extremely obvious what they were doing now: Kurt was fucking his little brother in the ass. And by the way they were going at it, it was clearly not the first time this was happening.

    The two of them looked like a pair of deer in headlights. Their eyes were huge, but it was also clear that I'd bumbled my way into their moment right at the height of everything. They both had "that" look on their faces, even as they were also clearly surprised to see me. And damn if I didn't laugh a little inside, even amid all the other reactions I was experiencing, when I noticed that my sons' o-faces were almost identical.

    I felt a little light-headed as I glanced around to take in the scene. Their clothes were in a neat pile over by a tree, both of them naked as jaybirds. The way that Kurt was holding up one of Sawyer's legs, it looked a little odd and maybe uncomfortable for my younger son. It also meant that I had a clear shot of what was happening. I could see Sawyer's asshole stretched around his brother's cock as it slid into him. Sawyer's own hard-on was flopping around wildly due to the motions.

    Then two things hit me at once...

    They were still fucking. They hadn't stopped when I'd found them, even though they clearly had noticed me there. It had been nearly half a minute, in fact.

    The second thing I noticed was the tripod set up a few feet away from where I was standing. There was a smartphone mounted on it, the screen lit up with an image of what I was seeing with my own eyes. They were filming this! My sons were not only fucking out here in the woods, they were making a video of it all. I realized now why I was getting such a clear view of the action. They were doing it all for the camera and I was just a few steps behind it.

    I took in a breath and was about to speak, but I stopped myself. I didn't even know what to say, and I also felt an instinctive reluctance to speak after seeing that the camera was running. Almost as if I walked into someone's vacation video by accident. So I just... said nothing, and stood there watching, still listening to my sons' set grunts and sounds of exertion.

    "Ohmygod!" I heard Sawyer say in a half-shout, half-gasp. I thought that it might have been some oddly delayed reaction to me showing up. But then I realized that my younger son was starting to blow his wad. And he didn't even have a hand on his dick! It was kinda wild, watching his hard pecker start to spray cum all over the leafy ground. Kurt was still nailing him good, so Sawyer's dick was moving from side to side, making the spray of jizz almost like a sprinkler. I was sure glad I was out of range.

    I glanced back up at my younger son's face and saw him looking right at me, even as he continued to moan and spurt more cum from his dick.

    "Oh yeah... oh fuck!" Kurt shouted, and I knew it was now his turn to bust a nut. Though of course, he was doing it... oh my God, he was actually doing it... while his cock was shoved all the way inside his little brother's ass. I could see Kurt's balls pressed up tightly behind Sawyer's smooth nuts. I realized I could even see my older son's sack pulsing and twitching as he pumped his brother full of his seed.

    Finally, they both slowly recovered and began to breathe normally again. I realized I'd been holding my breath in, so I let out a long sigh. Jesus Christ, what were we all going to say right now? How was I supposed to react to this?

    "Mmm..." Sawyer moaned softly, and I could see Kurt stepping back slowly, even though he was still holding his brother's leg up to show everything off to the camera (and to me as well). I quickly understood that they were still putting on their show, and that Kurt gradually pulling his cock out of his brother was all part of it. I felt my mouth open a little in surprise as more and more of Kurt just kept emerging from his younger brother's asshole.

    By the time the knob of his dick popped out of Sawyer – with a very audible, wet popping noise – I was suitably impressed by just how hung my elder son was. As if it hadn't been obvious enough to me this morning when Sawyer had the two of us pose for the picture in our underwear. In the kitchen, Kurt's bulge had looked almost obscene as we stood side-by-side together. But now... as I watched one son's load dripping from the other's gaping orifice, I figured I might have to redefine "obscene" for myself. As Kurt finally let go of Sawyer's leg and my younger son stood fully upright, I could hear some of the semen from his ass splattering down onto the ground.

    Sawyer walked toward me and I caught my breath, unsure of what was next. Then, he stepped over to the mounted phone, reaching around to stop the recording, the image vanishing from the screen. He looked at me nervously and I looked back at him, glancing down and feeling fascinated as a pearl of cum quivered at the very tip of his half-hard dick as it swayed slightly.

    "Dad, we need to talk," Sawyer said, and I immediately knew that was the last thing I was going to be capable of doing right now.

    "I'll... I'll see you back at the house!" I said in an unintentionally harsh tone, and spun around to begin walking back toward the cabin. 

 

KURT:

    A few hours after Dad had discovered us, we all were sitting around the big table in the main room of the cottage. Dad was on his third cognac and I had a glass of whiskey in front of me that I'd only taken a few sips from. Sawyer was holding a bottle of water, and he'd been talking non-stop, giving Dad a mostly complete recounting of how our porn career had developed over the past year. I hadn't said a word, since my brother seemed more than happy taking the lead on it all. I was fluctuating between embarrassment and anxiety, since Dad had also barely spoken. When he finally did, the first thing he asked was how much money we made. I thought his eyes were going to pop out of his head when Sawyer told him.

    Later, Dad also asked if Brock knew about it, and he seemed relieved when we assured him that we had Brock's blessing. We told him Brock even participated in some of our videos. As we went into more and more detail, Dad seemed almost... impressed. Sawyer did a great job at explaining how this was a whole industry, and the reason why we were doing so well was because we acted strategic and professional.

    I noticed that my brother carefully evaded any mention of how he, Brock, and I had sex even when the camera wasn't rolling. Against all odds, Dad somehow seemed able to accept that his sons were internet incest porn stars and making bank from it. Perhaps now wasn't the time to test his limits by letting him know that we also spent hours making out and fucking just for our own pleasure.

    My brother finally stopped talking, and gulped down the entire bottle of water as Dad sat back to take it all in. He looked bewildered, and knocked back the rest of his drink before sitting up straight and looking back and forth between us both.

    "You're my sons and I'll always love you... you know that," he began. "This is just..." Dad paused, exhaling slowly. "This is just a lot to process. I, uh... I don't even know how to react. I suppose I'm glad you're at least making a living from this. Hell of a way to pay for a new house. And people just keep paying you, huh?"

    "Yeah," Sawyer said, looking slightly emboldened by how Dad already seemed to be coming around, maybe even feeling proud of us in a way. I realized my brother had that look in his eye... the look that meant a crazy idea was forming in his head.

    "You know, Dad..." my brother began, falling into a slightly provocative tone, "our fans... lately they've been wanting to see what our dad looks like." I was glad Sawyer left out the fact that they'd only started asking about that after he posted that picture of me and Dad in our underwear, with Dad's face blurred out. Right before we'd started the livestream in the woods, my brother showed me that the picture had gotten over 100 comments in the short time since he'd posted it.

    That's when I realized… the livestream... Everything that happened before Sawyer turned off the camera had been broadcast live to everyone that was watching. Our fans would have heard Dad yell out when he found us. They'd know that someone was there watching us as we finished. And it probably wasn't hard to deduce who it was, given how Sawyer had posted that we were visiting our parents at the family cabin. I could just imagine the message board blowing up right now.

    "Oh, have they?" Dad replied with a somewhat exhausted chuckle.

    "Yeah," Sawyer said, pausing before he ventured to his next question. "Dad, would you consider posing for a naked picture together with Kurt?"​