Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2005 07:57:34 +0000 (GMT) From: john james Subject: Gay incest - Dad's little helpers - chapter 7. This story is exactly that, a story and has no relevance to anyone alive or dead. Dads little helpers. Chapter 7 "Now my little helpers it is time to clear this mess up, Freddie you get a bin liner and put all the used newspaper in it and Charlie you collect all the brushes in and tools together." Dad said as he stood in the middle of the room. His legs apart, hands on his hips and admiring the four white walls that we had all just finished. I busied myself with collecting the newspaper that had been put down on the floor to catch paint blobs and I crammed them into my bin bag. I was walking behind Dad and I looked at him from the back. I could see his strong legs and his balls were hanging down at the front and I drank in the sight. Charlie bent down a lot picking up brushes, screw drivers and such and I was seeing him from behind too, his poo hole stuck up and his balls hanging between his legs. When the room was getting tidy it was looking emptier, as Dad moving all the paint tins out. After about 10 mins when I had cleared all the floor the room was bare. Charlie by now was walking around with his hands full, brushes dropping here and there and the odd bit of wood hanging down. "Here Charlie you missed one" Dad said as he went over to the window ledge to pick up a paint brush that had not been used that was just lying there. "I ain't got no more room Dad, I'm dropping everything". Charlie said from behind a armful of tools and stuff. Dad laughed " Charlie come here". Charlie stopped and looked at him, "I can't carry it Dad, my arms are full" he pleaded. "Who said anything about carrying it, come here" and he held the brush in his hand and gave a little smile. Charlie's face changed and he grinned at Dad and walked towards him. "Now turn around son" Dad said to him. I stopped where I was holding the bin bag in one hand, I watched as Charlie stopped in front of Dad. "Now spread your legs for me son" Dad spoke into his ear from behind him. I watched as my brother did it, he spread his legs wide, still holding on to the all the stuff in his arms. "Now bend over son" and Dad ran his hand down Charlie's back. Charlie's body gave out a little shudder. Dads hand came down to brush over my brothers bottom. there he was the unused paint brush in his left hand, his right hand rubbing my brothers bottom and his big dickie starting to come to life between his legs as I had seen so many times over this weekend. I got a tingly feeling in my stomach knowing something was going to happen and with my spare hand I touched my little soft willy. Dad moved the paint brush in his hand so that he was holding the brush by the bristles and the handle pointed out. It was quite a big brush, about the size of my little hand across. I saw Dad move in closure and he touched my brothers poo hole with the end of the handle. My brothers body again moved a little forward but then steadied itself. The brush handle end was now in my brothers poo hole, Dad still had the bristles in his hand and he was moving the brush up and down slowly. I watched in silence as Dad started to slide the brush handle up and down a bit more, the red handle of the brush going inside a little further each time. The handle was a bit smaller than my Daddies dickie and its shape had a round part at the top and narrow at the bottom, my brother had it about half way in him and the wide bit was just starting to touch into him. I noticed that now Charlie was starting to back into my dads thrusts with the handle and a little more slipped in each time. After a minute or two my brother had taken the thin and fat parts of the handle and it was now in him with the bristles hanging out. My Dad removed his hand from the brush and stood back and walked towards me. He put his arm around my shoulder and held me into him a little and he laughed. "Right Charlie I think you have now managed to pick up everything, I want you to go downstairs and put those things neatly in the shed and come back up to me when you are done but I do not want to you take the brush out of your bottom,ok." Dad ordered whilst laughing. My brother slowly stood up and he turned around, his face had light up, I don't know if it was Dad ordering him or the paint brush but something was making my brother go red in the face. He seemed to be enjoying himself and he slowly walked towards the door taking care not to drop anything that he was carrying. Dad hugged me into him and said "Right come on son, lets get finished up in here and get you a bath, you are still covered in little white bits of paint, even after your shower earlier" "So are you Dad" I said, black rubbish sack in one hand and holding my willy in the other. "Dad can I get in the bath with you, we can help each other get clean." and with that I smiled up at him. "I would love that Freddie, now come on my little helper" lets get that window open, the bag of rubbish downstairs and close the door and let this place dry. The beds are being delivered in the morning so we need all the walls dry" and with that he patted my little bottom as I led the way out of the room. After a couple of minutes of tidy up time we heard Charlie come back up the stairs. The strange thing was he was going much slower than he usually did. He would always run up the stairs making a noise. This time he sounded like he was taking a step at a time. Dad and I were now at the top of the stairs watching him as he reached us. "There I did it" Charlie said to Dad with a big smile on his face. "Oh no son, you haven't finished yet" Dad reached down and took the black bin bag off me and handed it to Charlie "Take this to the bin son" Charlie looked at Dad, then at me, then at the bag and I looked down at him, his willy had gone really small, it was not as small as mine but because he now had no curly hair on his willy it looked smaller. Dad reached out and cupped my brothers dickie in his hands and leant in and kissed him on the mouth, I saw his tongue dart in and Charlie opened his mouth to take it. Dad pulled off "Now go on son, you take the bag down and keep that brush in there, it is making you nice and loose for me" he removed his hand and Charlie's dickie was no longer small but started to stick out in front of him. He slowly turned on the top step, bag in hand and made his way slowly back down the stairs. I saw the black bristles poking out from between his bum cheeks. Dad put his hands around my waist and picked me up, I had not expected this and started to struggle as it was tickling me, I giggled and he started to laugh too. "I was only going to carry you into the bathroom son, sometimes I forget how big you are getting, it is just habit. Remember when I used to carry you everywhere and you would fall asleep on my shoulder." I came into Dads chest now and cradled my head into his neck, he leant forward and kissed the top of my head and carried me into the bathroom. Dad kissed my head again and placed me down, he went over to the bath and put the plug in the bottom and turned on the taps to fill it. I stood where he had put me down and watched as he leant over the side of the bath, I was looking at his poo hole as he bent right in and held his hand under the tap to test the temperature. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled at me. My willy was getting excited and I reached down and held it in my hand and felt the skin between my fingers. I did not take long for it to start to swell. Dad watched me and turned himself around and sat on the side of the bath, his legs open, his back to the running water and his balls hanging low but his willy was pointing out at me. "Come here son", he patted his leg for me and I walked over to him still holding my dickie. He turned me around and put his arms around my shoulders and hugged me close. "Are you ok with what we have been doing son" Dad whispered in my ear and then kissed it. "Oh yes Dad, I like doing things with you and Charlie" and I pushed back a little into him as I could feel his now hard dickie pressed against my bottom. He kissed my ear again "Good boy, but if you ever don't want to do something you must say" and with that he cuddled me in tighter. "I will" and I turned my head to his, he smiled at me and he leant in and I met his kiss, just a little kiss on the lips but it said everything. I loved my Dad and I was the happiest boy alive at this moment. The bath was filling up and he broke his hold on me to turn to the taps and check the water, I stayed cuddled into him, I like the feel of his hard dickie pressing against my bum. "Right little one it is time for you to get in" and he stood up and held my arm whilst I stepped into the bath. I stood in the water, it came up to my knees and I gingerly sat down slowly as it was a little hot. "Right son lets get these paint spots off you, you look like a space alien" he laughed and he got the sponge off the side of the bath and rubbed soap onto it. "Stand up little man" I stood back up, he started to rub my chest with the sponge, making white foam, he held out my arms and under my arm pits. "Spread you legs son" and I did as I was told and felt the sponge work its way down my stomach as he moved his way down to my thigh and back up. All the time the soap was coating my body and it felt nice and clean. I could see the paint spots were washing away. Dads spare hand was now playing with my willy whilst he sponged me off. There was a crash in the hallway "Fuck" Charlie shouted as we heard a paint tin crash over. Dad and I looked over to the door where Charlie came in, "Fucking paint tins". "You should look where your going son, hope you did not drop your paint brush" Dad and I laughed. "No sir, I have still got it in there" he beamed back his face as proud as punch. "Good boy, now bend over" Dad instructed and Charlie turned and bent over. The head of the brush sticking out. Dad reached out and held the bristles in his hands, he slowly looked back at me and then turned back to Charlie's bottom and slowly pulled out the brush handled. Charlie let out a little grown and I saw his body give a little shudder like it had done when it had gone in. Then as the handle got thinner towards the end it came straight out and it came out with a little plop. My brothers hole was not closed yet and looked like the perfect 0 shape. "Now come here son, stay bent over but come back towards the bath" Dad said and with this his hand that was holding my willy moved off and want around to my bottom and pushed me towards the side of the bath a little. My now hard willy was moving towards my brothers hole and I looked at Dad and he nodded his head, I knew what to do. My hard three inch willy was now in the centre of my brothers poo hole and I could touch the sides. It was not like when the pink toy that had stretched it wider before. Charlie let out a moan when he felt my willy move into him and he backed in a little. I watched Dad as he put down the sponge and licked his middle finger. He moved his hand down to Charlie's bottom and ran it up and down a few times then the finger came down to the side of my willy. I looked at him and he winked at me and his other hand pressed on my bottom a bit more and I knew I should carry on. Then I felt Dads finger touch the side of my willy again as it played with the hole. There I was with my hard dickie inside my brothers bottom and my dad stood at the side of me and he was putting his finger into the hole too. I felt so excited and my hard dickie touched the pink sides and I could feel my brothers bottom pushing back onto my groin. Dads hand was cupping one of my brothers bum cheeks with his middle finger inside. The feel of my brothers smooth poo hole walls was hot and feeling Dads finger next t o my hard willy was even hotter. The hot water was moving around at my feet and the water was drying on my chest from when I had sat down in it a few minutes earlier. My movement got a little quicker as I tried to keep the pace Dads finger was setting. Now our thrusts into my brother were getting quicker and I was now starting to feel a nice feelings in the top of my legs. The water now moved around quicker, the pace was quicker, Dads finger now seemed to be rubbing up and down the top of my hard willy and I was starting to pant. I closed my eyes and enjoyed this moment. >From the front Charlie was letting out moans, he was backing into Dad and we pushed into him. Dads finger slid out and I looked at him, he moved his hand down to the base of my willy and as he held it he stopped me. He pulled me back gently a little as my hard little dickie came out he put two fingers around it and pulled my little pink hood of skin back and that feeling in my legs got nicer. Now my pink head was exposed and he pulled the folds of skin back down the base so my pink head was tight then moved me back towards Charlie's poo hole and placed it into the opening. Both me and my brother let out a moan at the same time, It felt so different this way, it felt funny. This feeling was new, having had my little skin hood over my pink head both times I had done this felt nice but this new feeling was making me excited, I could feel the smooth sides of my brothers poo hole as I started to move back in and out. As I got going again it was like doing it for the first time, this feeling was so nice, so raw. Dad stood back and watched us, his Dickie was pointing up hard. He stepped forwards towards Charlie's head and as my brother was bent over he was level with Dads dickie. My brother wasted no time taking Dad in his mouth and slurped away up and down on it. As Dad started to move in and out his hand came to rest on my brothers shaved head, he was moving it up and down to match my bumps into his bottom. I could feel as Dad pushed back Charlie moved back on to me and I pushed in he moved back down on to Dad. During all this Dad was holding my eye contact and smiling at me, he was nodding and keeping the rhythm going but then he started to go a little faster and he now kept my brothers head still and I could hear the slaps as Dads willy area came against my brothers face and I could hear Charlie make coughing sounds as he was taking all of Dads big dickie in his mouth. My pace was getting quicker too and that nice feeling in my legs was spreading around as I felt my uncovered pink head hit his poo walls. I nearly lost my balance in the water a few times as I was going that fast. My hands were on my brothers hips and I held on tighter as Dad was now rocking backwards and forwards into my brothers face and Dads eyes were closed and his head had rolled back. "That's it son, take your Dads juice" he panted as he let out a satisfying moan and his body stopped, he held tight on to my brothers head and as I stopped too watch the sight. I could hear my brother drinking down my Dads white goo. Watching this the feelings in my legs became too much and my insides became all hot and my legs started to buckle but I held on to my brothers hips and as I pushed one last push I felt like I had let out a hot tingling feeling and I felt I wanted to collapse forward on to my brothers back. Something had just escaped out of me but I did not know what it was. After a few seconds, The strength came back into my legs and I steadied myself. Charlie was now slurping on Dad's dick and I moved my body back as I slid my little willy out of my brothers bottom. When I looked down there was a tiny bead of liquid on the end. "Dad I got to wee" I said, and I stepped aside in the bath I lifted one leg over and down on to the bath matt. I walked the few paces to the toilet bowl and stood sideways on and saw that my brother had his eyes open looking up at Dad as he licked up and down on Dads Dickie that was now going soft. Dad was moving it in slowly all the way and then slowly all the way out. It was such a nice sight to see that I could not pee as my Dickie was hard. I stood there with my willy in two fingers and I slowly pulled my skin back over the little pink head and it felt nice. I pulled it back again and took in the feeling, then pulled it over again. "You ok over there little fellow" Dad asked me, watching me moving the skin backwards and forwards. "Yes this feels nice" I said "Come here son" he motioned with his head. I walked over to him and he took my hard dickie in his fingers and carried on moving the skin backwards and forwards for me. "Right Charlie, I think you have cleaned my Dick enough now, it is time you did the same for young Freddie here" he said as he winked down at me. Charlie slowly sucked down Dads willy and it popped out of his mouth but as it did he moved his head in to kiss the head on it. He looked at me and smiled, then looked up and Dad who nodded his head and my brother moved his mouth onto my willy. The feel of his mouth was amazing and and his tongue found my skin hood on the end of my willy and he moved it back and then he ran his tongue over my willy head. The feeling was so nice I thought my legs were going to buckle again. Dad leant forward and kissed the top of my head then walked over to the toilet and stood there, I could see him with his now soft willy in his hand. I watched as a line of wee came out the end and splattered down into the water in the toilet. His wee went on for ages and he watched us as we watched him. When he was finished he walked back over to us. "Move over Freddie, let your brother clean me up after my wee" and I moved to the side slightly as Dad took his soft willy in his fingers and brought it up level with mine and I felt the soft skin of it touch the side of my willy and then there it was inside my brothers mouth with mine. My willy and Dads rested side by side as my brothers tongue ran over them, he seemed to be making sure that both got the same attention. After a few minutes of my brothers slurping Dad put his hand flat onto the top of Charlie's head and stopped him. There he was with our willies' in his mouth and the biggest grin on his face. "Come on you two time to get in that bath, that is enough fun for now, lets save a little for later and with that he gave us both a wink. Chapter 8 to follow shortly.