Family reunion (story) 2/2

By nahnor, posted Aug 2, 2021 04:16 AM
Uncle Hafthor comes to visit his brother and nephew after many years.
Big incest warning.
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The sunlight filtered through the window and a ray hit the young orc’s face as he was asleep, laying on his back on the bed. He opened his eyes and slowly woke up. The heat was intense there in Durotar, especially during that hot summer. He was only wearing some short brown pants, which one could tell they used to be longer but had been cut down into shorts. He got up and yawned, bare chest and shoulders dripping with sweat as he walked out of his room scratching his head of reddish hair. As his bare feet crossed the dusty floor, he started hearing some voices. He and his father were almost always alone and it was very rare for them to have guests. He reached the kitchen where he saw his father, the former general of the Kor’krons Sanger Redfang, talking to another old orc who seemed to be older than he was and in very much confidence.

Rohan heard and saw them laugh before they noticed him. The old orc gave him a friendly look and raised his grey brows.
«Rohan! Look at you! It’s been so long!» he got up and walked to the younger orc.
Rohan did not recognize him at first; many years had passed since the last time they met. «Uncle Hafthor?»

As every male orc during a hot summer like that one, they both had nothing covering their upper body. His father was sitting near the table, eating his breakfast while having one of his usual drinks, greenish pants which colour was just lighter than his darkish green skin, strong muscular torso signed by a series of tattoos and a dense layer of dark grey hair.

His uncle had an even bigger and stronger looking body, his skin was a lighter shade of green and red tattoos were crossing his eyes, torso and arms, which were also as covered in grey hair as his father. Despite being old, his muscles had nothing to envy to any of the great warriors of their race. His bulging biceps, his strong pectorals and his defined abdomen.

«My nephew! It’s been such a long time since last time I saw you. You were just a kid and now look at you…» uncle Hafthor said, gazing his nephew from head to toe, staring at the young strong body of his. «…you became such a big strong orc! Come here!»
Uncle Hafthor just reached him and wrapped his massive arms around him in a tight hug. Rohan felt the warm contact between their bare, sweaty chests, and kindly replied to the hug with a point of embarrassment on his face. His uncle had a rather strong and manly scent that Rohan could clearly feel and that made him even more embarrassed. It caused an uncontrollable reaction inside his pants.

«Thank you, uncle… it’s been years, I didn’t recognize you at first.» the young orc replied trying to awkwardly hide that reaction. Damn, he thought. That was going to be difficult.
Uncle Hafthor let him go, but kept his hands firm on his nephew’s large shoulder, admiring his robust green-skinned body.
«You are looking very fit and strong now! A true orc beast! Your father had you working out a lot, didn’t he?» Hafthor commented, as he moved his large hand over Rohan’s pectorals, rubbed over his nipples and grabbed his biceps. Rohan felt a clearly erotic excitement rush through his body, controlling himself was slowly becoming harder. Hafthor eyed him up and down again.

Rohan gave him an awkward smile. «Yeah, I have been doing some trainings. Helping dad a lot with the work in the farm. And other stuff. You know.»
Being now in front of him, Rohan looked at his massive stature, he towered above him like a giant. «He’ll get bigger and stronger than us soon, brother!» Hafthor commented to his brother who was still watching them while he enjoyed his food and drink.
Then Hafthor’s face approached his nephew’s strong body, and took a deep whiff of his scent. «And you also have the smell of a true warrior, uh!»
At that Rohan felt a sensation of electricity fill his body, so powerful and deep that it made him feel almost like an animal, ready to mate with any other of his kin around him.

Sanger got up from his chair and walked behind his son, his hands went on his broad shoulders as he spoke to his brother. «Yeah, Rohan has been helping me with the farm a lot during these years. He’s always carrying heavy stuff and sweating under the hot sun, of course he’s grown so big and strong!»
Hafthor grabbed his nephew’s arm and pulled him closer. His large strong hand on his bicep and the other hand rubbing his chest. «I can see it, I can see it. Look at these strong muscles.» Hafthor said, his eyes not moving from Rohan’s torso. His big hand caressed his abdomen and slowly moved up and down.

Sparks were firing all over Rohan’s body; he now really felt like a wild animal ready to mate. He did not know if he should have felt any shame in his feelings.
«You raised him good, brother! I wonder…» Hafthor spoke again to Sanger. «…I wonder if his cock has also become big and strong like the rest of his body.» as he said this, his hand went on Rohan’s crotch, caressed and then firmly gripped it through those short pants.

A very strong sensation ran through Rohan’s crotch, his member had a rather heavy erection that felt different from the usual. Hafthor’s fingers were like a giant hand rolling his nephew’s ballsack, so that it was so hard for him to control himself. He also felt his nipples tighten and becoming harder. Sanger grinned watching the scene and uncle Hafthor grinned with him, before he grabbed Rohan by both his shoulders.

The old orc looked once again at that strong body, his eyes filled with lust and desire, going up and down through those red stripes of his tattoo. His brows bent in an expression of pure hunger. «You are a grown orc now, you need to show yourself off and not be ashamed, my nephew!» he said almost whispering, and with a sudden, quick and unexpected move, his hands slipped down until they met Rohan’s hips, thumbs went inside his pants and pulled them down together with his underwear.

Rohan was now completely naked in front of his uncle and his father behind him, and with nothing anymore to contain it, his hard green cock sprang free with his hairy ballsack that was hanging down between his muscular thighs. A line of precum sticked for a few seconds between the tip of his cock and his underwear and broke when it fell to the ground together with his pants.
Hafthor promptly grabbed his nephew’s erect member, sat on the chair behind him and drove him back with his movement. Rohan stepped forward following his uncle; the warmness of the skin of his hand around his own cock felt like if a fire was starting inside his body.

The young orc’s body shivered when his uncle started to stroke his cock with his large, meaty hand, so strong it almost felt like a fist. Another hand grasped his balls and squeezed them very hard. Rohan could feel his cock and balls hardening more and more at his touch, it was like a hammer hitting his body. Hafthor continued to stroke his cock and squeeze his balls, faster, tighter, he could clearly see that his nephew wasn’t able to control himself anymore as his cock became harder and harder in his hand’s grasp. Precum was flowing out from the cock head and crossing his hand, it dribbled over his fingers and splatted on the floor.

Hafthor could read on his nephew’s face that he was about to cum. His narrowed eyes, grimacing teeth, loud embarrassed growls of pleasure. Sweat dripped from his forehead, a reddish glow on his cheeks. «Uncle! I’m going to…» Rohan spoke with words timidly coming out. His uncle smiled and in reply he squeezed his balls so hard that Rohan felt an explosion in his rock-hard cock. It throbbed and the first spurt of thick, ropey cum spewed from his swollen cock head. Several jets of white seed shot out and landed on the bare chest of his nasty pervert uncle. The thick dense liquid soaked into the carpet of sweaty dark hair that covered his pectorals and abdomen, slowly dripping down and sticking to his skin.

Rohan took some heavy breaths and panted. His hand on the table to help him support the weight of his body as his mind got dizzy. Uncle Hafthor grinned and took his hand off his cock before looking at him into his blue eyes.
«Hah, look at this mess you made, Rohan. You came all over my chest.» he said with a pervy scolding tone.
Sanger was enjoying the little show that his brother put on. He was sitting on the other side of the table, laying back on his chair with his eyes sticking to the other two orcs, his large feet stood on the surface of the table and his hands rested behind his head. «That’s bad, Rohan. Dirtying your uncle’s chest like that… no, no, no. Be a good boy and clean him, come on.» Sanger said with a grin printed on his face, exposing his broken tusk and sharp teeth.

No further words were needed; the sight of his uncle’s muscular, hairy torso stained with his seed and the thought of worshipping that godly body of him turned the young orc on so much that he seemed to lose control of himself. He dropped on his knees, his cock still hard and leaking the last drops of seed bounced between his legs, as he quickly buried his head into those strong pectorals, diving into the forest of hair and licking his own sticky seed mixed with his uncle’s musky sweat. His strong manly scent was incredible and the taste even better, it was almost like he could feel his powerful strength, his sturdy muscles right under his own tongue.
«Good nephew, good! Now, let me see how you lick this.» Hafthor said as he pulled down his bulging pants, and his fat green cock bounced out, already sporting a massive erection that pulled back a part of his foreskin, exposing half of his dark green glans. Hafthor pointed his meaty cock at his nephew staring face, at the tip it was clear the thick, gooey white juice leaking across the length of his shaft.

Rohan breathed in that manly scent that spiralled stronger than ever around his uncle’s huge meat. God, he thought; just that was enough to make him lose his mind. He pushed forward and with no further hesitation, he took the head of his uncle’s cock into his hungry mouth and started to suck on it. He could feel the dense, thick and copious amount of precum flowing from the cock head, his tongue roaming around the whole length, lapping his orc-juice up and down.
«Damn, nephew. You must be hungry! I said lick, not suck, haha!» Hafthor let out a happy laugh as he watched his own shaft disappear into Rohan’s mouth. «You definitely raised him good, brother! Such a fine specimen!» he spoke again to his brother. Turning around he noticed Sanger’s feet standing on the table just a few inches away from him, and his lusty gaze.

Rohan’s lips slid across the meaty pole of his uncle up and then down and then up again, at first slowly and steady but quickly becoming faster under the slurping sound of his tongue that grabbed every last drop of his precum. The taste and the scent were just intoxicating and heavily addictive. At the same time his cock was being serviced, Hafthor grabbed his brother’s left foot and pulled it closer to his face, until he sticked his tongue out and gave a firm, deep lick to his sole, then another one and another one, leaving wet lines on his skin. He moved onto his brother’s toes, taking the four smaller ones in his mouth at once and sucking on them like a popsicle, before giving the same attention to his big toe as well. Yes, he thought; his brother’s feet tasted exactly as he remembered.
Sanger laughed and looked at his older brother. «Hah, you *still* have a soft spot for my feet after all these years, brother! You were always hungry for them even while you were fucking my hole!» he said without any shame at all, like if it was a completely common occurrence.

«Yeah brother. I just can’t help it.» he replied and grinned, now worshipping his brother’s sole again. Rohan couldn’t avoid hearing that, as he worked on his uncle’s cock. So his father and his uncle were not new to this. Not much he could do to avoid imagining the two of them having wild rough sex. He imagined his father laying down; legs held up by his uncle as he pushed that meaty cock of his inside him and at the same time worshipped his big sweaty feet.
Hafthor’s hand reached his nephew’s head, scrambled his hair then pressed him down deep as he thrusted into his mouth in a wild facefucking. He moved his cock back and forth, sliding it in and out his nephew’s greedy and eager mouth. Saliva was leaking out the young orc’s lips, mixed with the salty precum that never stopped flowing from his fat orcish cock, as it reached his throat. With his nose diving deep into uncle Hafthor’s pubic fur, inhaling more of his manly musk.

And that was the moment Rohan felt something behind him. His father’s strong hands grabbed his hips and raised him without interrupting his work on Hafthor’s cock. Sanger’s hands touched his son’s bare butt, and soon his pants dropped to the floor and his dark green, thick cock was rubbing right between Rohan’s butt cheeks. The young orc felt him stroke his cheeks with his large strong hands. The huge cock sliding between his crack and against his lower back. Until he felt the head slowly pushing its way inside his warm and tight hole.
Rohan growled like a wild beast, the feeling was incredible, like an intense fire that was rapidly spreading through every inch of his body. He had to clutch with both his hands around his uncle’s legs and butt to hold on when he felt his father’s hands on his cheeks as he forced that thick cock in and out of his hole. When he had woken up in that hot summer morning, never would he have thought that he was going to end up being spit roasted by his father and uncle. But damn, it felt so good.

Father’s cock penetrating his tight asshole and uncle’s cock facefucking his eager young mouth. Their strong hands on his muscular, sweaty body, moving in every direction, rubbing his sturdy muscles. Sanger pushed himself deeper, completely filling his son with his fat, moist cock. Quick and deep thrusts, balls smashing against his ass with a sloppy wet sound. And uncle’s cock sliding in and out his hungry mouth faster and faster, making him feel it reach the back of his throat with every thrust. The taste of uncle’s cock was simply amazing and heavily addictive, salty and musky, just like the strong manly scent that now was filling the whole room.

«Ha… brother! Your son is better at sucking than you… haha!» Hafthor laughed as his head rested back, eyes closed, deep and heavy grunting sounds coming from his mouth, like the roars of a tiger. He was now moving faster, and faster, as Rohan’s eyes rolled back, squinting; his mind dizzying out because of the overflowing pleasure that was burning his body. Precum and saliva still leaking out of Rohan’s mouth, as he swirled down his tongue. Sanger gazed at his brother with a snarl. «Huh, are you challenging me, brother? Don’t be silly. If *I* was sucking your cock, you would have already cummed at least twice!» he replied and everything he got back from his brother was a rather provoking face and grin, as he grabbed a handful of his nephew’s hair, tightening his grip and pushing him deeper on his huge fat cock. He was so close, but he was enjoying it so much that he never wanted it to end, and most likely Rohan was thinking the same.

The young orc felt his uncle’s fat cock slide in and out of his mouth faster, his hips accelerating his back and forth movement. He could sense how close he was from the increasing speed and the copious amount of pre that never stopped flowing from his tip. At the same time his father’s cock was throbbing as it dived deep into his ass with rough and wild lust. «RRRAGH… here it comes!» Sanger grunted loud, yelled in pleasure as his seed was released inside his son’s asshole, wild beastly howls escaping his throat as he was lost in ecstasy. Rohan’s hole shuddered with strong spasms feeling his father’s abundant seed filling his insides, the sensation of the hot thick liquid dripping out as Sanger swiftly pulled his cock out, grasping its base and slapping it on Rohan’s lower back, few weaker jets of seed splashed on his sweat drenched back. Sanger panted, catching his breath, as he bent down on his son’s back, hugging him tight, his cock pressed between them as it slowly started to soften.
«Oh, you cummed already, brother?» Hafthor commented, his head slightly tilted on one side, upper lids almost covering his eyes, a sign that he was enjoying it a lot and very close. «Maybe Rohan’s ass is better than his mouth. I’ll take note for next time, haha!» he laughed again, his brows bending over his eyes.

Rohan’s hard cock suddenly stopped bouncing between his legs when his father’s hand tightly gripped it, while his strong arm hugged him and rubbed his muscular, hairy torso, now dripping with sweat from the heat of both the hot summer and the wild incestuous fun between them. Sanger stroked his son as he could hear his loud slurping sounds, he could tell how hungry his son must have been. Other than that, deep grunts and moans escaped his throat.
Hafthor grabbed a handful of his nephew’s hair and now pressed him down onto his cock and forced him to swallow it whole, as his own head tilted back, eyes shut, jaw open. A savage, beastly howl came out first, followed by a strong, triumphant roar of pure ecstasy. Hafthor’s cock erupted with a blast of white and dense orcish seed that flooded Rohan’s mouth, which was invaded by the salty, pungent taste. Most went down his gullet; some leaked out of his lips and dripped onto his uncle’s ball sack and on the chair. Rohan’s tongue never stopped swirling and twisting around the hard green shaft of his naughty uncle, scooping up every last drop of his seed, as his grunts of pleasures became deeper. At the same time his own cock pulsed in the grasp of his father’s large hand, and more jets of thick cum exploded, staining the floor with wet splashing sounds.

Hafthor let go of his nephew’s hair, allowing him to catch his breath, his seed still dripping from his lips, his eyes still almost shut from all the insane feelings that rushed through his young body. Sanger broke the tight embrace and got up, patting his son’s back in pride. «You did better that Koldun, you know. I’m proud of you!» he spoke to his son, referring to his older brother. So, Rohan thought, they did the same with his brother Koldun last time. That explained why the three of them used to lock themselves in the bedroom as he was left out or why they went out for so long and never allowed him to go with them. Now he was grown enough to join the fun.

Hafthor gently grabbed Rohan’s bearded chin as he breathed heavily after the powerful orgasm, and raised his head until their eyes made contact. «Yeah, you did great, nephew! Come now, give a big lovely kiss to uncle.» he said and drove his head closer until his lips touched his nephew’s. Rohan felt his uncle’s tongue shove inside his mouth and wrestle with his own tongue, sharing the salty, manly taste of his own seed, and a thin white trail sticked on their lips when the kiss was broken.
«I think we are both going to enjoy your stay here, brother!» Sanger commented, grinning at him.
«I definitely will, dad.» Rohan replied, collapsing on his uncle’s strong pectorals and soon getting ready for a new round.