Hudson Family Tales Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

Hudson Family Tales Pt. 06

... wanted more. I didn't know what, but I'd find it.

I rolled over and pulled the chain cord on his nightstand lamp. The room lit up in the same golden glow as last week. Flashes of Dad drunkenly letting his towel fall in front of me ran through my mind. I could smell the musk of his cock. I considered reaching back down into my boxers. It would be easy to jerk out a big load within seconds. I was so turned on.

Instead, I reached down for the little drawer on Dad's nightstand. I couldn't believe that in eighteen years, I'd never known what Dad kept next to him while he slept. Would there be porn mags like in Pop's drawer?

When it rolled open, I looked down to find lotion, a small tan envelope, and a handful of condoms. My heart was pounding. It was bad enough I'd come into Dad's room while he was gone. Now I was really doubling down.

I hopped up from the bed and peeked out Dad's window, at the dark empty driveway. There was no reason he'd be back, but I wanted some reassurance that I was still home alone. I breathed out a sigh of relief, making my way back onto the bed and picking out the envelope from the drawer. I slipped a finger inside the flap and it slid across something glossy.

There were photos in this thing.

I pulled out a thin stack of polaroids and gazed down at the top image. It was a picture of Kyle and me, in our trunks at the pool. It was taken a few years back, when we were maybe fourteen. I stood proudly next to my brother, and he stood even ...

... more proudly next to me, our teenage arms draped around each other's bare shoulders, our skinny chests side by side.

There wasn't a trace of hair on our nipples, and just a little growing in under our arms, meaning we were still young enough to get along. Dad must have missed that, too.

When I closed my eyes, I could still imagine the moment Dad took that picture, on one of the rare days I ever saw him without a shirt on. His chest hair mesmerized me as he instructed Kyle and I to stand together and let him snap a memory for later with his old camera.

I moved the photo to the back of the stack and looked down at the next one.

It was of Uncle John, a long time ago. He looked a little older than me now, around twenty maybe. The photo seemed to be from some kind of camping trip, one summer in the nineties. He, too, was shirtless, showing off a big fish he must have caught.

I noticed my eyes wander from the fish over to Uncle John's bushy armpit. It must have been a hot day. There was a small bead of sweat rolling down the side of his torso that no one else would probably ever notice. I wasn't sure why I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

I decided to move on.

The next photo stopped me dead in my tracks. It looked like it was from that same camping trip, but this time Uncle John wasn't alone in the picture. And he wasn't just shirtless.

Dad and Uncle John both stood in the frame, fully naked in front of the lake. They posed just like Kyle and me in the first ...