"You'll get tired of this." Leo thrust his hips, pushing the head of his cock inside Wyatt. "I mean really, same thing... day after day... boring I tell you." Leo continued with his slight pushes, teasing Wyatt.

Every single one of Leo's tiny thrusts forced a combination between a gasp and a pant to escape Wyatt's lips in response and all with a huge smile. "The old rule... about too much of a good thing... sooooo does not apply to this." Wyatt pushed back to force more of the large shaft to penetrate him.

"No?" Leo thrust harder, driving all of his cock into Wyatt. "What about...absence makes the heart... grow fonder?" The white lighter laughed softly, not moving his lower body at all.

"Bull... it's for people who need space... or want to cheat." Wyatt responded while desperately pushing back towards Leo's cock to feel the delicious pressure of the large member sliding in and out of him. "I won't cheat... I want this... and only this... forever this... all 11 thick inches of this."

*~~~~~ Several Months Later ~~~~~*

“When did it become okay for me to wear different colored shoes?” Wyatt asked no one in particular as he sat on the couch next to his brother, his father stood by the entertainment center, messing with the equipment.

“When you got too big to see your feet.” Chris answered with an understanding smile.

“Ugh. I hate this!” Wyatt exclaimed to his brother, who looked just as pregnant.

“Oh I know… I remember towards the last month with the twins… I was…”

“Yeah, great story Chrissie. Can you tell it to me as you get me some lemonade?” Wyatt interrupted his brother to snipe and bitch and demand… just like he had been for the past week.

Chris just rolled his eyes and got up, slowly and with some trouble, then headed to the kitchen.

Leo looked away from his working on installing the new speakers on the sound system over to Wyatt. “You need to be a little nicer to your brother… remember, in a little more than a month he’s going to be exactly where you are right now… about to pop.”

“I know! But abusing you just doesn’t tickle my funny bone like it used to…” Wyatt said in a rather whiny tone. “I have never been so uncomfortable in my entire life!” He then looked down at his large belly. “Get out! GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT!”

“Soon enough.” Chris had returned, lemonade in hand. “Here.”

“Thanks.” Wyatt took the lemonade and sipped from it as his brother sat next to him again. “When? When is the baby going to come out? He’s a week late! A WEEK!”

“Give it time… these things happen.” Leo offered with a warm smile.

“Easy for you to say… no one came up to you and asked you to push a bowling ball out of your body.” Wyatt grumbled.

“Wyatt, we’ve already discussed this. You’re not pushing anything… you’ll feel pain and then you will orb the baby out.”

“Chris, that’s how it happened for you… it could be different for me!”

“I think you’re overreacting, Wyatt.” Leo said, finally stopping what he had been doing to pay attention to the conversation between his sons. “You’ll be fine, Besides, you’ve got Chris and me right here. We’re going to help as much as we can.”

“Ugh!” Wyatt exclaimed. “You guys just don’t understand.” He added with a pout. He knew he was whiny and maybe, just maybe, over-reacting a little bit but at the moment, he didn’t care. It was his prerogative to whine and over-react because he was pregnant and huge and about to blow.

“Of course we do. Me most of all.” Chris replied and the saw Leo signaling for him to stop talking.

Leo knew the best way for Wyatt to feel better, at least for the time being, was to let him rant and rave and play out how he felt without anyone arguing back with him about how he SHOULD feel. “Chris, come help me with something. Wyatt, you lay down on the couch and relax… we’ll be right back.” He kissed Wyatt’s forehead and led Chris into the kitchen.

“Did I do something wrong?” Chris asked.

“No, baby, of course not. I just think we should let him vent and get it out so he feels better. Remember, you two may be in similar shoes but you’re two different people when it comes to handling things. Obviously you handle being pregnant with my baby differently than he does…”

“It’s because I’m better.” Chris said and chuckled.

“Chris.” Leo said in a warning tone but then smiled. “I think you were made for it… I KNOW you were made for it and you’ve always known it and felt it. I’m not saying he wasn’t made to have my children but he might not knw it or have known it and felt it all his life like you. Let him get there and feel it on his own.”

“He should hurry up… he’s getting a little annoying.” Chris said before he could censor himself. “I don’t mean to be mean but when he realizes this was meant to be or it wouldn’t have happened, he’ll be a much happier, less annoying person.”

“So you think he was made to... give me sons too?”

“Of course.” Chris answered. “You made us, didn’t you? You made us for you… to have your babies…” He leaned in close to his father and started kissing his neck. “Because I have the most powerful… hunky… sexy… hottest daddy in the world… with the biggest, hardest cock, and the strongest sperm… meant to have lots of sons… ‘cause you’re so powerful… biggest man…”

“Chris…” Leo responded with a moan.