Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2007 07:02:41 +0800
From: Aussie Teacher <aussie_teacher@hotmail.com>
Subject: My Brothers and I - Part 24

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Next morning when we got up and went out for breakfast I soon saw that Mary
and Daddy were not with the others.  I did not think much about it at the
time, but during the day whenever they were around, they always seemed to be
together.  This was the case for the remainder of the trip, and it was only
when everyone went to sleep that my parents seemed to be near each other.

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I did not take a whole lot of notice what was going on with our parents over
the remainder of the holiday, just suffice to say it was obvious at times to
all of us that my parents seemed to be spending more time apart, then with
each other.  By the end of the second week they were rarely even joining us
for fun and sex.  Us kids just kept having heaps of fun, and it not always
included sex.  We swam a lot as well as fished, and a few times we even went
'bushwalking' together.

The last night of our stay arrived and there was a big party organized so we
could all say goodbye to each other.  That was the first time since news of
mum being pregnant, that my parents seemed to even talk with each other.  We
sang a few songs, ate way too much food as we were told it would just be
thrown out the next morning if we did not eat it, and as the toasting and
such died down, we again started to pair off for our last night of sex with
each other.

After an hour or so I saw that a few people were missing, but could hear a
lot of laughing going on outside.  I was busy licking Julie's cunt at the
time, so I stopped and asked her to come with me to see what was so funny
outside.  She agreed and we ventured out to see Daddy fucking Peter's arse
as hard as he could, while screaming at him he would 'teach him a lesson'
for getting his wife pregnant.  I called the others to come and watch and as
they too came to see what was happening, I saw mum and Tom enter their tent.

"You really don't think that is punishing him, do you?"  Mary continued to
laugh as she watched Daddy fucking her son.  "We have been fucking his arse
red raw with a dildo bigger then your cock, back at home!"

We all stayed out by the fire and continued our orgy there, as it was such a
beautiful night.  When Daddy finally finished Cumming into Peter's arse, he
collapsed from exhaustion and fell asleep.  Mary went to Perter and started
sucking his cock and soon he was fucking his mother as the rest of us formed
one large group where we sucked, fucked or licked whatever was closest to
us.

That night we all slept under the stars, next to the fire, and next morning
when Mary and mum were cooking the breakfast, Tom and Daddy began to pull
the tents down with the help of the boys.  We all ate breakfast and then
after the trailers and cars were all packed and loaded up, us kids went to
the stream for one last swim before we all were to go back to our homes.

Julie went with her father, and Jake said he would go with them.  Cathy,
Megan and Peter went with their mother, so that left my parents, Tim, Mike
and I to travel together.  I sat between Tim and Mike, and I could not help
but have one last bit of fun before we returned to the 'real world'.  I had
a hand on each of their cocks and as soon as they were freed I began to
stroke them up and down.

By the time we had reached the main road I was sucking their cocks in turn
as mum turned around and said we better stop before someone sees us.  As the
boys tried to put their hard cocks away, it was then that I realised that my
parents had not spoken a word to each other the whole time we had been in
the car.

Daddy stopped to fill the tank about an hour before we reached home, and mum
suggested we have lunch so she did not have to cook when we arrived.  Daddy
surprised us all by saying he was not in the mood to eat, and he stayed in
the car while the rest of us ate in the Diner.

"Mummy, what's going on with you and Daddy?" I asked her as we ate.

"Your Daddy is pissed off with me and said if I don't get rid of Peter's
baby, he will leave me!" she said as a tear fell from her eye.

"He can't be serious mum, he will calm down after a little time, I'm sure!"
I replied as I put my arm around her.

We finished eating and went back to the car, and still Daddy did not say a
word to mum, or us for that matter.  The only time he said anything, it was
aimed at no one in particular.  He pulled up next to the steps of the house
and said he would unpack the car himself, and then he was going to the pub
for a few beers.  He did not come home that night, or the next, and finally
two days later mum got a call from him.

"Well!  Have you decided?  Are you going to get rid of it?" she told us
after what he had said.

We spent the rest of the day trying to console our mother, because after she
said she could not ever get rid of a baby, he said he would be around later
in the week to collect his things as he was moving out.  This was just a few
days before Christmas and looked like we would have the worst Christmas
ever.  No one seemed to care about his or her presents, which we had wrapped
early and placed under the tree for when we had returned.

Two days after Christmas Daddy came home but never spoke or answered any
questions as mum and us tried to get him to talk.  He wouldn't tell us where
he was staying, and as soon as he had what he needed, he packed some more of
his things from the garage and he left again.

Mum rang Tom and asked if he was staying with them, but he said it was the
first he had known that Daddy had left us.  An hour later Tom, Julie and
Jake were at our place and Tom and mum went to her room and talked for
hours.

As it was Christmas, and soon it would be New Year, Tom had not been able to
get Julie in to have blood samples done.  He asked mum if the boys would
submit a sample of their blood, but reassured her it would be done 'quietly'
so that no one ever knew if it were one of them or not.  We asked how he was
going to get Daddy to submit and he did not have any ideas, but said he
would approach him at work and see what he could work out.

Tom and Julie stayed with us for the next few days and we managed to have a
'sort of happy' Christmas after all.  We still did not hear from Daddy and
two days after New Years Day, Tom rang mum from his work.

"I spoke to your husband, but he was reluctant at first to tell me anything.
  Seems he had been past a few times and saw my car outside your place, so
he never came in.  He agreed to the blood tests and eventually told me not
to tell you, but he is staying at Mary's house.  Seems Peter has moved out
and is staying with his Grandparents as he felt it would be better if he
were not around" he told mum.

When mum got off the phone with Tom, she asked me to ring Cathy or Megan and
see if I could find out a number to contact Peter.  When we got the number
mum rang and asked to speak to Peter, and she said he was more then welcome
to come and stay at our house.  He did not take much convincing, and a few
days later he was on our doorstep with his bags.

It was cramped at first with everyone there.  Mum and Peter slept together
and Jake and Julie shared a bed and Tim was in his.  After Tom had said he
would sleep on the couch, I finally asked mum if he could share my bed.
After much deliberation, and Tom saying it would not be right for him to
sleep with me, Jake said he could always go back to their house with Tom and
Julie, and we would have much more room.

"Well Ok Dear, but only until school starts again, then you have to come
home!" mum agreed to Jake's suggestion.

For the last two weeks of the holiday mum and Peter spent a lot of time
together and we only saw them at meal times.  Mike had to spend time with
his grandparents as he had not seen them in ages, and that just left Tim and
I to keep each other company.  We tried our best to have fun, but without
the others around it was not the same anymore.

The nights were the worst for Tim as he had always shared a room, and now he
was feeling very alone, so when I found out I told him he could sleep with
me.  That picked his moods up and although we never had sex during the
daytime anymore, we seemed to spend a lot of time at night sucking and
fucking each other.

School started again and Julie had enrolled at our school.  She brought some
of her things and moved in with us.  She shared a bed with Jake, but as Tim
had settled in with me, he did not return to his room.  Peter went back to
his school, and as it was a boarding school, his mother agreed it would be
best if he boarded at the school, and visited when he wanted to.

Julie and all the guys had been to see a doctor that was not quite legal and
given blood samples and when the results came back Tom rang and told Julie
that Jake was the father of her baby.  She was over the moon and Jake seemed
to be very happy as well that he was going to be a father.  It was then that
the reality settled in and mum and Tom spoke on the phone for some time
before mum asked us to sit down and listen for a few minutes.

"Congratulations Jake and Julie, but we have a few things to work out.
First things first!  Julie, you are not to tell anyone yet that you are
pregnant.  They will find out soon enough when you begin to show.  Next,
when they do find out don't tell anyone about anything else, and if they
must know who the father is, tell them the truth and that it is Jake.
Understand?" she spoke as we sat silently listening.

After they both agreed mum continued and said that when winter begins she
will be starting to show, but as she will be wearing more clothing, maybe no
one will even notice.  The following semester she will stay at home and do
'home schooling' and have the baby, and as mum was due about the same time,
they could help each other as well as see the same doctors.

All were in agreement and life went on as normal as it could possibly be for
us.  We started to see less and less of Tom and did not know why.  He kept
telling Julie that he was getting very busy at work and did not have much
time to visit anymore.  We were surprised that he would not visit his
daughter, as well as be with her during her final term of her pregnancy, but
the more we all tried, the less he seemed to show any interest.

By the time winter was approaching, and that meant mid-year holidays, only a
few people seemed to suspect Julie was pregnant, and she was able to keep
their curiosity away by lying that she had some 'women's troubles' as well
as a weight problem.  She took the next semester off and no one seemed the
wiser, as mum arranged for a doctor to give a fake report that she had a
life-threatening illness, and needed to stay in hospital.  As she had not
even tried to make new friends at our school, everyone soon forgot all about
her.

Early the following August, mum and Julie both gave birth to their babies, a
day apart.  Julie had a little boy who she called Thomas Jake, after her
father and Jake, and mum gave birth to twin girls, Mary Megan, after Peter's
mother and sister, and Cathy Anne, after his other sister and me.  They were
all so cute we were all waiting for Mum and Julie to come home so we could
cuddle them and love them to death.

"Hey, has anyone bothered to ring Tom and Peter and tell them the news?" mum
asked suddenly.

I raced out to the phone and rang Tom's house, but there was no one home.  I
rang the number Peter had given us for his dormitory at school, and after
telling him he was the father of twins, he said he would be there as soon as
he could, when classes were finished.  He said he would quickly go and pick
his maother up, as she would want to see her grandchildren as well.  I tried
Tom's house again but there was still no answer so I rang his work,
remembering it was a workday, but they said he had been away on a business
trip all week and was not due back for two more days.

Returning to tell Julie and mum, I told them I had let Peter know, but
explained why I could not contact Tom.  We stayed with the new mothers,
waiting to see the look on Peter's face when he arrived and saw his two
little girls.  We knew he finished his last class at four, so guessed he
would be here around 5, but he wasn't.  Six O'clock came and passed and then
seven.  I went back and rang his school, but the boy who answered said he
had left as soon as he finished class.  We did not have any ideas as to why
he had not shown up and we were getting worried.

Mum said I should call Peter's mother, but when I tried to ring there, the
phone was never answered.  We were all told soon after that visiting hours
were over, so we all went home, and I continued to ring Mary's house until
around 1 am, but there was still no answer.

It was not until the next morning when we were having breakfast, that we
heard on the radio about a school student being killed when his car ran off
the road.  His name had not been released, but the accident happened not far
from Peter's school.  We all sat stunned as we wondered if it were Peter or
not.  I tried again to ring his mother but still no one answered.  I
remembered I had his grandmother's number so I rang there.

"I'm sorry Dear, the family has suffered a tragedy last night and I can't
really say anything more about it," the woman's voice wept, as I knew it
was Peter who had died in the accident.