Your eyes burst open sharply when you heard a rooster crow, and a new day on the farm was signaled to everyone in the rooster's ungodly range. Rolling onto your side in an attempt to defy the morning and go back to sleep, you instead came face to face with some massive throbbing morning wood as your cousin stood over you. "Mornin' cuz!" one of the twins greeted you chipperly, not the least bit effected by the fact his penis was inches from your face.
".....Um....." you hesitated to speak as a pungent musk started to permeate your nostrils, "Would you back up please?"
"Oh, sure thing Ethan," they stepped back revealing your surprised was delivered by Alister, "Pa should be starting breakfast any minute now so ya don't wanna go draggin' yer feet," he said before stepping out and indirectly showing off his bubble butt as he walked out.
Getting up out of bed was like dichotomy personified as your head pounded, screaming "What the hell did you get in to," while your boner throbbed against your boxers with more than the simple rhythm of your average morning wood, which scared the hell out of you. You made it as far as the door when deep bassy chatter and the clatter of pans and plates froze you in place, the reality that there was a very much naked family in the kitchen being something you didn't know how to process. No, you came here for this...kinda, if you were gonna become "one of the guys" it wasn't gonna be by hiding, so with a deep breath you opened the door.
"Alright two hardy omelets up to order," your uncles deep voice boomed as you turned the corner and almost had an aneurysm. Standing proudly almost entirely nude in the kitchen, save a little pink apron that didn't even go all the way down his torso, looming over his handiwork as his equally shameless boys wolfed down breakfast was uncle Lucas. "Ethan, what can I make fer ya boy?" his melodic voice flowed like sweet honey out of a perfectly bronzed body that bulged with muscle in all the right places and was coated with the blackest richest hair anyone had ever seen. In spite of yourself you were powerless not to let your eyes wander...lower...and you saw that again hopelessly average Ethan was somehow related to actual gods, what it may have lacked in the sheer length the twins boasted Lucas's equipment more than made up in girth. The powerful meat between his thighs could easily have been mistaken for a third meaty leg if it didn't come to a fat purple head and rest atop two orbs that very literally made anything but man-spreading an impossibility.
"I, I'll just have some scrambled eggs...please..." you attempted to shake free.
"Coming right up!" he turned back to the stove and unleashed two enormous ass cheeks on you, each almost as big as your entire head and undoubtedly more powerful than your whole body, with a relentless coating of hair to match the rest of him.
For a few minutes the only sound was that of silverware on plates as your cousins ate their breakfast, briefly pausing to either look at you or their dad then share some kind of...twin telepathy? "Well we're gonna go wash up," Alister said, as he and Allen stood up and again unleashed two monsters of ungodly length to literally flop down onto the table.
"Thanks for breakfast pa, it was great as usual," Allen complimented as he and his brother headed towards the bathroom, and you could swear as they turned the corner you saw the briefest glimpse of a playful spank.
There was literally no time to dwell on the image though as you found your uncle's thick musky club next to your face as he delivered your eggs, "Hope you enjoy Ethan," he smiled almost brighter than the sun. Before you could as much as power through this bizarre dreamlike haze and take a bite, another door down the hall opened and steps that you could feel resonating in your body made their way to the kitchen. The man that entered the kitchen was more than you could handle and you began lightly squirming in your chair as a behemoth, more than a head taller than your uncle with at least fifty percent more muscle, lazily scratch the gorgeous orange hairs on his broad chest with a yawn.
"Mornin' Rob, the usual?" your uncle asked.
"Yes sir, with extra sausage please," Rob sleepily rumbled with a voice that effortlessly made your very bones tremble. And speaking of sausage did he sure have some, beneath his massive bush of crimson pubic hair the ginger giant wielded a massive hairy monster that was not only longer than the dual pythons the twins possessed, but was somehow thicker than Lucas's barrel of a cock with balls bigger than the boner you were hiding that were undoubtedly the cause of his bowleggedness. "G'mornin' sir," his delectable voice graced you again as he sat with you.
It took you a minute to realize that you were actually the "sir" this older man had just addressed before you returned his greeting. You still had yet to start on your eggs by the time your uncle gave Rob his and began working on his preparing own, but you made a point to join the man in his morning meal as he ate approximately three to four of your own bites worth of food with every one of his own. One thing that both confused and astounded you though was the fact that rather than get up to start his unquestionably busy day when he finished, he actually sat with you and stole the occasional glance. Twice even he appeared to nibble at his thumb in a way that turned your cheeks red, a blush that was hidden by your immediate loss of control which resulted in you hacking on a piece of your meal.
When you finished he finally got a up and, with one last glance that hadn't been as subtle as he'd meant it, departed to get ready himself, granting you one more view of the beautiful wide shoulders and perfectly spherical ass.
"Well boy, whatcha fixin' to do today?" you uncle asked, slightly alarming you because he'd sat down and eaten completely unnoticed during your...observation. "I'll be out working on that blasted truck today if you care to join me, I know yer cousins were fixin' ta go down to that crick today, Rob seems awful lonely so he might want some comp'ny while he's tendin' farm, or you don't need ta do a dang thing if yer not feeling it, the world is your oyster and I'm sure any of us would just want ya comfy," he smiled his impossible smile again and began clearing his plate.
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