Papas' Happy Incest Funtime Hour
Spite. Crack. Incest. Marijuana. They all come together in...whatever the fuck this is. If you choose to read this, you have no one but yourself to blame.
(also readable on AO3)
Terzo awoke with a yawn, then stretched his sexy body, pushed away the covers, and hopped out of bed.
"Oh boy!" he said, in Italian because he is Italian, "I can't wait to engage in some incest!"
After a sexy shower, in which he scrubbed his entire sexy body, Terzo then dressed up in his sexy King Gustav 3 of Sweden suit—which was an odd choice, because Terzo is Italian, but making sense is for losers—and headed out the door.
As he did so, he ran into his brother, Secondo, who was bald but also very sexy, but in a bald kind of way.
"Hello, little brother," said Secondo, in Italian because he too is Italian, "How are you this morning?"
"I am great, big bro!" Terzo replied, in Italian, because as I mentioned previously, he is Italian. "I was thinking of engaging in some incest today!"
"What a coincidence! I was thinking of doing the same thing! We should find Primo and ask if he wants to join us!"
"Excellent!" Terzo clapped his little Italian hands together. "Let's go!"
So off the two Italian brothers went, in search of their older brother, who is also Italian.
They soon found him, in his room, where he was smoking the fattest blunt you've ever seen.
"Hello, my little brothers," he said, in Italian because he too is Italian. "What can I do for you?"
"Well," Terzo said, "For starters, you can rolls us some blunts."
"Consider it done," Primo replied.
"Next, you can engage in incest with us, if you want."
Primo nodded. "Wonderful idea. Let's do that."
Primo then proceeded to roll two blunts almost as fat as his own, then stopped for a moment, thought, and rolled another one.
"Who's that one for?" asked Secondo, in Italian, because he is Italian, like I said before.
"This one is for Copia," Primo replied. "If we're doing incest, we should invite him, too. And give him a blunt."
"Excellent idea!" Terzo cheered, Italianly. "Having our long-lost bastard half-brother joining us will add an extra spice and kick to the whole affair!"
"Exactly," Primo smiled.
The three Italian brothers took a few minutes to smoke their fat blunts, then they left Primo's room and went looking for Copia. They found him in his room, which is where he was.
"Hello, brothers!" he greeted them warmly, and in Italian, because he is Italian too. "What brings you here, to my room, which is where I am?"
Terzo strutted over to him, Italianly. "We were wondering if you might be up to engaging in some incest with us."
"I sure would be!" Copia jumped up and clapped his hands together, smiling broadly and Italianly.
"Good." Terzo grinned. "We have also brought you a fat blunt, rolled by Primo, the master of rolling fat blunts."
"Oh boy!" Copia took his specially rolled fat blunt, rolled by Primo the master of rolling fat blunts, and smoked it. He smoked it for a good few minutes, getting stoned as fuck. Italianly.
After Copia decided that he was high enough, he set the fat blunt aside, then clapped his hands together. "Okie dokie! Who wants to do some incest?"
"We do!" Primo, Secondo, and Terzo screamed in unison, and in Italian, because they are Italian.
"Yay!" Copia flung his hands up in the air like an excited man who was excited.
So, without further ado, all three of the Italian brothers, who are Italian, stripped their clothes off and started having sex with each other. Incestuous brother sex. While high. Which is fine, because they worship Satan who is evil and bad, and he approves of such things.
This only lasted for an hour, though, because they got hungry. So they called up a local pizza place and ordered some pizzas. In Italian, because they are Italian and thus speak that language.
The end.
