Date: Sun, 3 Apr 2005 08:22:32 +0100 (BST)
From: john james <jjdick1234@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Gay incest - Dad's little helpers - chapter 9.

This story is exactly that, a story and has no
relevance to anyone alive or dead.


Dads little helpers.

Chapter 9.

	As I woke up I could feel the heat of my Dads body
against mine and as I came around I slowly got my
barings.  I was lying on my side cuddled into Dad who
was asleep on his back. I felt a foot resting on the
back of my leg and as I turned my head slightly I saw
Charlie's back as he slept. I don't remember coming to
bed, the last thing I remember was Terry getting up to
leave as he had to get home before Sally returned and
he walked out of the back door nudie carrying his
boxers and t-shirt. I liked Terry, I had sat on his
knee all night cuddling in to him. I could feel the
slight hairs on his legs against my bottom. Towards
the end of the night he would let me drink from his
can of beer and we had all sat around listening to his
stories of what he and his brothers got up to until he
had to leave. For most of the time he was telling us
his dickie was hard again and I could feel it against
my leg and at one point he had taken my hand and
wrapped it around it and I held it for him. When he
got up to leave he kissed my forehead, then my nose,
then my lips and said Thank you to me.

After we had watched him leave I sat in his empty
chair and my bottom could feel the warmth from his
body still and I curled up and my mind wandered as I
listened to Charlie and Dad talking. Now it is early
morning and my head is a little fuzzy. I closed my
eyes again and rest my cheek back against Dads chest
and he moves his arm around me and I fall back  into a
deep sleep.

"Come on Freddie, time to get up, the beds will be
here soon and we have to get this mattress out of the
way", Charlie softly said as he ruffled my hair.

I woke up slowly thinking I had only just closed my
eyes, `what time is it' I asked.

"It's nearly nine and the beds are being delivered
before eleven so come on get up lazy arse", and he
jumped on top of me and started to tickle me.

That soon woke me up and had me giggling as I hate
being tickled. I fought to get away from his tickling
fingers but he had me pinned down to the bed now and
he was sat on my stomach and had my arms pinned to the
bed. Only my legs were free and I kicked them about
but they were not budging him.

"You know watching you and Terry last night was hot"
he said " he could not take his eyes off you all
night,  and when you blew him, wow". I was watching
his dick sticking up when you were sat on his knee.

I giggled and tried to move again under my brothers
weight but he had me pinned down hard and it was no
good. He started to move up off my chest and leant
forward and I could see his dickie starting to go hard
as it came towards my face.

"Kiss it for me Freddie" he said as he looked down
into my eyes and I leaned my head up slightly and met
the head of his willy with my open mouth and took the
pink head in and sucked on it. I was beginning to like
the feel of having a dickie in my mouth everyday
especially my brothers. I felt him let go of my arms
so I was no longer pinned down and charlie moved his
hands and placed one on the back of my head and the
other on his hip. I closed my eyes for a second and
enjoyed the feeling taking in the taste, it was not as
strong as Terry's had been or Dad but I liked my
brothers taste and smell the best.

As Charlie was sliding more into my mouth and I was
bringing my head up to meet it we heard Dad shouting
up the stairs.

"The van is here boys, they're early,Freddie are you
up?" he shouted.

"Yeah we are both up" Charlie shouted back, I could
not reply as I had my brothers dickie in my mouth.

"Well get some shorts on the both of you and come down
and give us a hand"

"OK, be right down" Freddie shouted, his hand still
holding the back of my head so I had to breath through
my nose and I could feel his dickie hairs tickle my
nose.
"Shit" he said and he pulled his dickie out of my
mouth and came down and placed his lips to mine and
kissed me, his tongue slipped in between my lips and
we swopped spit.
He jumped up off me and grabbed some sports shorts
from the corner and threw some to me.

I lay on the mattress a second, the shorts lying on my
chest and I took in the big empty room. The blue
walls, the white ceiling, this was our new bedroom
which I knew would be covered in football posters by
the end of the day but it made me a little sad to
think we would all be back in our own beds tonight.

"Come on you two, give us a hand" Dad shouted up and I
heard the toiled flush and as I got up and walked
towards the door I stopped and put the shorts on.
Charlie walked out of the bathroom and we walked down
the stairs together.

The front door was open and there was a man dressed in
blue trousers and blue jacket carrying in a mattress.
Dad was stood in just his white football shorts
holding the door open. His body looked handsome as the
sun shone on him in the doorway. All three of us were
only in shorts.

"Right mate, mattresses first, where do you want them"
the man asked as he stopped in the hallway.

"Best to put them down here for now" Dad said and he
pointed for the man to walk into our lounge, Charlie
and I were still stood half way up the stairs and
watched as a second mattress started to come through
the door.

"Straight through mate" Dad said and we watched as a
lad of about sixteen carried in the second mattress,
he was dressed in the blue pants but wearing a England
football top instead of the jacket.

The first man came out of the lounge and moved to one
side as the lad carried his through.

"You guys have a party in here last night then with
all those empty beer cans on the table" and he laughed
to himself and walked out of the door back to his van
without even waiting for an answer.

"Charlie we really need to get some shorts that fit
son" Dad said when the hall was empty again, "I can
see right up them from here".

At that moment the young lad walked out of the lounge
and turned to look up at me and Charlie on the stairs.
The lads eyes opened as he saw my brothers dickie
poking out the bottom of his shorts. When the boy had
gone out the door Dad ordered my brother back upstairs
to find some different shorts.

"Dad what is going to happen to the mattress we have
been sleeping on" I asked, still half way up the
stairs, I ran my hand up and down the hand rail.

"It is going to be thrown away son, it is old and a
new one is here now" and he motioned to the door and
the man walked in backwards carrying a new big
mattress covered in see through plastic, he carried it
up the hall then the lad came in carrying the other
end as Charlie started to walk down stairs again, this
time wearing a pair of surfing shorts with blue waves
on them that  he only usually used on our holidays.
The lad looked up to us and and checked out Charlie's
shorts but his face look disappointed and he looked
forwards so he could see where he was carrying the
mattress.

"I feel a real dork" Charlie said as he adjusted
himself, even these shorts were too tight but they
kept his willy from poking out.

"Right that is your mattresses in, where do you want
your bed frames."

"Upstairs mate, it might be best to bring the singles
in first." Dad replied." Come on down you two and make
some room for the men"

"Aw Dad can't I go change out of these kiddie shorts
and go put some others on" Charlie pleaded.

"No come on, soon we get these in the sooner we can
get them up and have some fun" Dad winked at us.

"But Dad that lad is cute and I don't want him
thinking I am Dorky kid" Charlie sulked as we walked
down the stairs.

"But you are a dork son" Dad laughed and ruffled his
hair.

"Dad don't not in front of everyone" Charlie huffed.

"Dad we can't go in the lounge the mattresses are
blocking the doorway" I said now down in  the hall.

"Well come out the front door then" and Dad stepped
out the doorway into the sun and I followed him out. I
was just in my shorts and Dad was in his white sports
shorts and Charlie came out sulkily in his swim
shorts, he had his arms crossed and he did not look
amused.

"This is great, not only do I look a dork to him" and
he motioned his head over to the lad at the van " But
I get to look an idiot in front of the whole street".

"Hey neighbours" Terry shouted over as he and Sally
were leaving the house and locking up behind them.

"Oh Great" Charlie tutted and Dad and I both looked at
each other and started giggling.
"What's so funny" Terry called over walking towards
his car and bleeping it unlocked.

" Oh Charlie is worried his street cred is going out
the window" Dad said laughing.
"All right Sally, your looking lovely today off
anywhere nice".

"I don't know what has came over him, he has been
whistling all morning and is now taking me out to
lunch. So what ever you guys did you must do again if
it puts him in this good mood" she laughed as she
opened the passenger door and got inside.

"Thanks for last night boys I needed a boys night in"
Terry said and waved his hand as he got into the
driving seat.

Dad walked over to me and put both his big hands on my
shoulders and pulled me into him and we watched Terry
reverse the car out. By this time the bases of our new
beds were being carried across the lawn , the man
carrying the front end and the boy carrying the back.
Charlie had dived into the doorway to hold the doorway
for them and Dad and I watched as he beamed his best
smile at the lad.

"You are such a flirt Charlie" Dad said as we walked
towards the door.

"Where do you want it mate" the man shouted from half
way up the stairs.

" I know where I want it" Charlie mumbled and the lad
turned his head around and looked at the three of us
all now stood in the front doorway.

"Up the stairs and to your right please, just dump
them there and we will  position them, the double is
for the room on the left". Dad said.

The three of us watched them carry it up and as the
lad reached the top of the landing Charlie said `Nice
arse" and the lad nearly missed the top step and
stumbled slightly.

"Watch what your doing Darren" The bloke snapped.

"Charlie" Dad said in a not very happy voice. "Don't
be stupid, you know we can't go around making people
suspicious".

Then as the man and lad appeared at the top of the
stairs we made our way outside again to make room.

When the last bed was upstairs the delivery man said
"Right mate that's your lot, I just need you to sign
for them and we will be off" he looked around for his
clipboard. "I must have left it in the van, i'll just
go get it. Darren can you start taking the plastic
wrapping off and hurry it up".

The lad looked over at the driver and did not look
impressed at having orders barked at him in front of
other people and he glanced to Charlie who was sitting
on the window ledge and smiling at him.

As the man walked out of the room Dad followed and I
started to walk out after him.

"Freddie hold back" Charlie said motioning his head to
me, I walked over to him "Listen can you watch the
door for me, tell me if Dad or the man come back.

"Why" I asked him.
He did not reply but looked over at the lad who had
stopped unwrapping and was watching us both. He smiled
at Charlie and without saying a word Charlie got up
and walked over to the lad and stood directly in front
of him and they held each others eye for a few
seconds. Then I watched as Charlie dropped to his
knees on the plastic packaging and the lad quickly
undid his belt and started to un do the button and
pull down the zip of his blue work trousers.

I knew what I had to do and I stood half in the room
and half in the hall to keep a look out. I watched as
the lad pushed down his pants to around his ankles and
Charlie leaned in and took his dickie in his mouth. I
watched as my brothers head moved backwards and
forwards on the lad, he was still wearing his England
football top. Charlie ran his hands up and down the
lads legs and over his bum and as he did this the lad
started to really move faster and faster into my
brothers mouth. I was getting a nice warm feeling in
my dick from watching them and I put my hand in my
shorts and held my dickie. I started to pull on my
skin covering the end and with my free hand I held my
shorts open a little and I could see my dickie start
to stick up.

The door of the van slammed shut downstairs and we all
jumped and the lad put his hand around the back of my
brothers head and held it, then I watched as he slid
his hard dickie out and wrapped his other hand around
his dickie and started to beat it backwards and
forwards. The end was still in my brothers mouth. The
lads legs started to move and shake a little and then
his eyes closed, his head went back slightly and then
he let out a groan and he pushed my brothers head all
the way on to his dickie and I saw Charlie drink it
down.

"Darren you finished" The man shouted up the stairs.

The lad opened his eyes wide in shock and pulled out
of Charlie's mouth and reached down and pulled his
trousers up quickly. Footsteps could be heard on the
stairs.

"Quick" I shouted and hurried into the room, the lad
and I started to rip at the plastic as Charlie got to
his knees then he too started to gather up the
plastic. When the man reached the top all three of us
were stood with big sheets of plastic in our arms.

"Come on lad we have got more deliveries yet, what you
dordelling for, you been stood around chatting about
football?" and with that the man turned and walked
back out of the doorway and back downstairs.

"Your belts not done up" I said to the lad and he held
the plastic away from him.

"shit," when we saw the belt we also saw a big blob of
goo down the front of his pants.
Charlie wasting no time bent over still holding his
piece of plastic stuck out his tongue and ran it up
the goo leaving a slight wet patch. The lad dropped
his plastic and did up his belt, then reached back
down for the plastic, walked over to me and took mine
from me, and then turned to Charlie and took his from
him.

"Thanks" and the lad looked him in the face and
smiled. Charlie leaned in to kiss him but the lad
stepped back. Charlie stopped in his tracks.

" I don't kiss mate" and with that he walked out the
room and we heard him thunder down the stairs.

I turned to Charlie who was still shocked and we heard
the van start and Dad close the front door.

"Right my little helpers who's ready for bed making"
Dad said as he came up the stairs and stood in the
bedroom doorway, shorts off  and in his hand.



Chapter 10 to follow shortly.

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