Nick (Uncle) to Andrew (Cousin)
Frank (Dad) to (MC)
Dinnertime during Boy's Night is actually relatively normal. Aside from the initial identity situation, it's just good food and good talks. After the dinner though, that's a different story.
Because of the swap reversing by dawn, the later period of the day is filled with the guys making the most of the time they have left. You can't go anywhere without encountering the sounds of fucking, but one sound could be heard wherever you stood.
In the family room, Uncle Nick is loudly pounding my dad while in Andrew's body, my own high pitched moans reverberating through the whole house.
"Man I can get used to being in Charlie's kid. Wish I could stay for longer. This body's prime. And fucckk.. Frank, your boy's ass feels so good. Reminds me of our academy days."
Andrew's cock rails my hole, my balls swaying with each motion as my dad rolls his eyes up with pleasure. Uncle Nick has a dominant look on his face, keeping his assault steady.
Back in the day, Dad was definitely the "best bitch" of the house in Uncle Brian and Charlie's words. All my uncles have used him plenty throughout the years. Being the oldest, it was his responsibility to take care of his bros, including "stress relief" when need be. And he always knew exactly what it was to really get them going. And those skills haven't diminished with time.
In his adult life, Dad doesn't get to hang out with his brothers as much anymore. They all live such different lives that it's so hard to arrange a time where they are all free. Plus they have their own responsibilities too. But they can always count on their annual reunion to look forward to together.
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