“I’m not sure,” he answered. “You’re the one who said we writers think too much and you’re right, we should live in the present, the now, ...nd I’m trying to do that.”“Do you want this to be a one night stand?” I asked.“Do you?” he asked back.“Are you asking do I want to have a relationship rather than be two strangers passing in the night?” I paused. “My answer is, I don’t know. This is new for me, too. Since my daughter left, I’ve lived in this cabin for the last few years alone. I like it, but. Sex is great, everything's great. No complaints in the bedroom, making her cum was always job 1 (it's not a job, it's the best part, imo). A few years go by, we hit a rough patch and split up for a couple month or two. I sleep with some more girls, all multiple times, all with no complaints. I even go back and sleep with my first girlfriend, who is actually married at the time (I know, I know) to a guy that had a much bigger penis than mine (she told me when they started dating), but it didn't. I still had those letters. Dad had written every one of them, and they were so convincing that after reading one, even I had to remind myself that it was Dad writing them. As the months had gone by, I started to wait for those letters. I started to read them at least five times a day, and I guess now I really did fall for Haneef - my father."So how was the US, honey?" Dad asked as we walked into the terminal. My luggages would reach home later that day, courtesy the airport staff. My Dad had. “Aww, are you scared?” asked his brother. “You don’t have to be scared, little bro. I love you. We can go take things slowly, okay?” He sat up and pointed his cock towards Jacob. “Just play with it. Touch it as if it were your own. Experiment. You’ll know what’s good. I have faith in you. Give it a little caress. Kiss it. Nothing bad’s going to happen.”Gulping, Jacob licked his lips and leaned forward. He raised his hand to touch his brother’s cock, but hesitated from actually.