tool time massacre

This is a sick fiction about a series of incestial rapes that deal with the aftermath of such an event This will contain slash:

Tim and brad ,his oldest son at age thirteen, were out in the garage as per normal on a Saturday afternoon working on the hotrod. The engine was about to be started for the first time and both of them were excited but no one could be more excited then Tim who though of cars as the ultimate objects to be collected and worshipped. he was perhaps the only guy on earth to buy car calendars to check out the cars and not the models. Looking at the car coming so close to actually working made him smile. And he couldn’t help but feel pride that he had successfully installed the same love of cars to his oldest son.
He looked over to brad with words of praise. But they fell short as he saw brad leaning over the frame trying to crank in the last lug-nut they would need to get the hotrod started. His son had a perfect butt he knew that it was just like his mothers full and round. Jill had been mad at Tim for over six months, the largest dry spell he had ever experienced. He was on the verge of begging her to take him( something he hated to do). Tim didn’t want to look at his son that way but he just couldn’t pull away. Something in his subconscious snapped and Tim silently licked his lips as he felt himself getting a semi. Maybe just one touch he thought to himself
DAD!!.. Can you hear me? Brad yelled
Tim snapped out of his daze. Yeah what? He sputtered out
I was asking you to get my the 5/8 socket . Are u going deaf or something.
No.. err just thinking about your mom is all Tim stammered back handing him the tool
The next couple of minutes were passed in silence as they finished the preparation for the engine.
Hey I think its done isn’t it dad? Brad said breathless and happy
Sure is Tim sounded from behind the steering wheel, lets start this baby up
He cranked the key and yelped out a happy cry as the new engine kicked to life.
He got out of the frame and stood next to brad as the took it all in
Aint she a beaut? Tim asked the air staring at her
No kidding brad said before looking down, ahh man my shirt got oil on it moms gonna kill me
He took off his shirt and through it in the nearby washing machine.
Hey dad what we working on tomorrow, brad asked turning to his father. Tim didn’t answer and only stood there with lust in his eyes
Brad noticed, hey er dad what’s wrong?
Tim in a far off distance voice answered back ,come her brad feel the frame its vibrating,
Brad innocently went over and touched the frame hey yeah it is.
Suddenly he felt a presence behind him
Tim placed his hands on his sons shoulders
You know brad” Tim said still in a distant voice, you were always the son I was closest too
Umm thanks dad brad answered, maybe we should go watch some TV.
No I have a better idea Tim said as he started running his hands up and down brads arms why don’t we try some male bonding
Hah funny dad. Brad said in a squeaky voice
Tim moved closer and brad could feel something poking him in the back
Tim moved his hands cross brads chest stopping at the nipples before traveling down his belly
I don’t know if this is right, brad stuttered
Tim reached down and started to nipple on brads ear
Ok stop seriously ok brad whined , he too was starting to get a hard on but it was more from teenage hormones then the situation
Brad struggled a little bit as Tim reached down and unhooked hi belt and unbuttoned his pants leaving brad in his boxers but it was no use
He listened as behind him his father repeated the action leaving nothing but thin cotton between them
Brad now felt his father bulge much more clearly and gulp
Tim who was awash in lust used his hips to keep his son pinned as he lowered on hand to brads boxers
He reached in and grabbed a hold of brads cock pumping it in a fist
Brad whimpered
Hey boy, Tim whispered in his ear, you’ve grown you got to be a t least four inches now. Keep it up and your beat my six and a half by far for a fleeting moment brad hoped that it would stop there but that hope was dashed as he felt his fathers other hand go back and a moment later he felt bare skin hard bare skin
Ok brad Tim said, this is going to be fun.
Brad felt his own boxers being removed and the pressure was released brad pushed back and spun around hoping to escape
However his father had planned for that and tripped him sprawling him on the ground
As his son laid there on his front Tim got on his knees lining his erection up with his sons virginity
Ok brad this may hurt a bit, Tim said as if brad was asking for him to do this
Brad let out a howl as Tim entered up to his tip
Wow you tighter then your mother Bradley congrats. Tim said smiling down before stuffing himself up to the hilt in his son
Brad started to cry he covered up his eyes with his arm as he felt his dad push back and in
Every time Tim pushed brad whimpered. No Bradley no, you’re a Taylor we don’t whimper we growl like this he said making his trademark noise do it brad do it
Brad let out the closest noise he could in this situation
Threes my boy Tim yelled as he buried himself again Cumming inside his son
Tim laid there for a couple of seconds panting
Brad just laid there still as a board
Wow Tim stammered out, thanks son. He got up and waddled away into the kitchen for a snack
Brad still just laid there.
After forty five minutes brad moved into a fetal position still sobbing he stayed that way for another two hours
Finally he roused himself into a sitting position and grabbed his nearby pants. He put them on sans underwear and stood up slowly trying not to agitate his sour butt.
Slowly he walked out and up to his room and laid down on his bed all the while quietly sobbing. He stayed there the entire night telling his mom through the door that he was too tired to eat right now.
The next morning his butt felt better and the shock had warn off he still couldn’t think straight though and although he wasn’t crying he felt like bursting into tears at any given moment. He showered with his underwear on the door locked and a chair and some heavy items blocking every entry point.
After the shower he put on three pair of underwear a heavy pair of pants with both suspenders and belt and a sweater before walking down stairs warily.

His “father” was sitting at the breakfast table smiling at the rest of his family as if nothing were different.
Brad came down and sat at the furthest point the could from his father .
Brad what’s with the clothes did you lose a bet, randy asked laughing
When brad didn’t answer and only sat there staring at the table randy backed off realizing something was wrong
Yeah brad what is wrong his “father” asked, staring at him
Err .. Nothing brad said attempting a cheesy smile, I was just a little cold I think I may be sick
Tim nodded over the table and when the rest of the family went into the kitchen for food he quickly whispered to brad there’s no way anyone will ever believe you anyway.
Brad quietly began to sob again as his dad went back to smiling at the family

Part one in a three part series
Don’t worry he gets his in the end