Date: Tue, 16 Feb 2010 08:40:57 -0800 (PST) From: T Claybourn Subject: You want me to do what chapter 24 You want me to do what By Terry C. Sorry this chapter took so long RL has been a pain and so has the weather. Chads Christmas plans don't go the way he wants and he gets a little piss. Enjoy I hope , the next chapter will be better I think. ***************************************************** It was a week before Christmas, and I got a bombshell dropped on me by the dads. Dan decided that we were all going to spend Christmas like a family should do on the holidays, and there was nothing I could say or do to get him to change his mind (believe me; I tried). "The only reason you're doing this is so you can be in charge of the whole thing," I accused him. He just looked at me and raised his eyebrows, telling me I was pushing it. "You knew damn well I had other special plans for us," I yelled at him. The more I talked, the angrier I got. Dad just sat there. "Will you say something to help me out?" I shouted at him. "Shut up, Chad," Dad told me. I just spun around and looked at him; he never actually told me to shut up before; maybe be `quiet' or `hush', but never `shut up'. I just blinked. "Dan and I both talked about this, and we want you boys to be home - either their house or ours. And since their house is bigger, we are ALL going over on Christmas Eve, spend the night, and have Christmas morning and dinner like a family," he told me. His hand came up to stop me before I could open my mouth. "Your mom and your Aunt will do the cooking, and if you want, you can help them; we're not stopping that," Dad told me. "We'll see about that!" I told them both, as I headed out of dad's little den. I grabbed up our clothes tub, and headed to the car. "Chad, you are over-reacting," Dad said, as he stood by the door. "No, I'm not! You (pointing to my dad), neither of you two (waving my finger between the dads), have the right to tell us how or where we spend Christmas," I told him. "You might dominate dad, Dan, but no way in hell will I allow you to do it to me," I told him, and slammed the door hard enough to rattle the windows. I was so pissed, I forgot about the red light down the road. When I heard the horn blast by the driver side of the car, I then remembered the red light, and then I heard the blast of a siren. I glanced up to the rear view mirror, and saw the car. "Fuck, shit, son of a mother-fucking bitch," I shouted, hitting the steering wheel with the palm of my hand. Ry's not going to be happy, I thought, as I flipped on the blinker to indicate I did notice him behind me. I pulled over to the curb, and dropped the visor, grabbing the insurance and papers for the car. Then I grabbed my DL out of my wallet. As I rolled down the window, the cop came up beside the car, and I handed him the items before he could ask for them. When I looked up, I was parked in front of a pole with a sign, eye level, that said in big red letters, RED LIGHT VIOLATION $350. I just laid my head back on the headrest. "Fucking nice," I mumbled. I just wanted to die. He looked at me for a minute, and then bent down to look in the car. "You alright, son?" he asked. I just looked at him. I could somewhat see my face in his one-way sunglasses; I looked awful. "Yeah; just had a fight with the old man," I told him. He gave me a knowing smile, and flipped through the papers that I handed him. "Ok, stay put; be right back," he told me. Then he went behind the car, checked the plates, and then went back to his car. After a few minutes, he came back and handed me my stuff. Being the car and insurance is all in dad's name, it took a while for the officer to come back to me. When he did, he was shaking his head. "Who is the registered owner of this car?" he asked. "My dad," I told him. He went back to his car, did some more talking on his radio, and then he headed back toward me, and handed me his ticket book. He took his time telling me why I was getting a ticket, and how to appeal, and what not; I was not listening as he talked. He then tapped his pen on the book, showing me where to sign. I did, and handed the book back to him. "You have a good Christmas," he told me, as he gave me my copy of the ticket; I only snorted at him. When I got home, Ry was sitting on the sofa, watching TV. I just dropped down on his lap, and laid my head on his shoulder. "What's wrong, babe?" he asked. I just shook my head. "Do you know your dad wants us all to go to his house for Christmas?" I told him. "Cool," he told me "COOL!" I shouted, and jumped off his lap like I got stung. "What the hell? We're supposed to spend Christmas together, alone!" I shouted at him. He grabbed my arm and pulled me down to him, with a sharp slap to the hip, he wrapped his arms around me. "Mom wants us to be together this year; some kind of a special thing, "he told me. "Dad said it was Dan's idea," I told him. Ry looked at me with wide eyes. "Doesn't matter; we're going," he said, not looking at me. I only snorted at him, and pulled loose. "Like hell we are," I mumbled, and walked out of the room. "Don't fight me on this, pet; you won't like the ending," Ry yelled after me. I just moved my head back and forth, making a face, going `yeah, yeah, and yeah.' "I see that," he told me. I just snorted. `Ain't no-way,' I thought, but I didn't take a chance on making a bear angry, so I stopped. I went into the other room, dropped down on the chair, clicked on my name, and went web-surfing. "Where is the laundry?" Ry asked, standing in the doorway of the room. "Car," I told him, tossing him the keys. He caught them with a grunt, and left. I got up and went to the closet, pulled a box down off the shelf, and went over and sat on the bed. Opening the box, I found what I was looking for, and opened it. I got a warm feeling over my body that made me smile. I guess you're all wondering why the hell I don't want to be at Dan's house at Christmas; well I'll tell you. I was having a hell of a time trying to figure out what to get Ry for Christmas, when I noticed something on the search engines that Ry kept checking out. I really didn't understand it, but he's the athletic guy, and this was a resort-type thing, so they could get their training in the winter. It would benefit him more than me, but I could ski while he was doing his training thing. I checked it out, and found out that they had the weekend after Christmas available. I had Jack call to make the arrangements, since you have to be over eighteen to make arrangements; but I used my pre-paid card to pay for it. I had put the money my uncle had given me on one of those pre-paid credit cards, so I would not lose it. We had to check in by a certain time, so I planned on leaving right after Christmas lunch, and spend the night at a cheap motel. Then I'd drive Ry over to the resort. ******* Two days before Christmas, and I was still unable to get Ry to see it my way. Hell, he even put my activities to a stop early, telling me he wanted me home by nine. I was busy slamming things one night after I got home, when I heard, "You know, Pet; naughty boys get coal in their stockings," Ry said. I think he was getting tired of my attitude. "And if he doesn't stop, he will get spanked," he said, giving me a warning look. "Well, if you grow some balls and..." That's as far as I got. The next thing I knew, Ry was standing in my face, and his hand connected with my ass, hard. I gasp as tears stung my eye's that's the hardest he ever smack me. "Now, you listen to me," he said. "Did you think that maybe I want to go over to my parents' house for the holiday? Can you stop thinking of yourself, for once, and think about what maybe I want?" he told me. I just looked at him. "Fine, go to your parents' house," I told him, as I grabbed up the box I had hidden on the top of the entertainment center, and shoved it at him. "Did you think that maybe I was thinking of you instead of me?" I headed toward the door. Grabbing my jacket, I spun around him, still. "And, Ryan," he looked at me. "I always think of you, first," I said, and walked out the door. I bounded down the stairs, and was half way down, when I heard him call, "Chad, I'm sorry." I almost turned around to go back up; but, no, I headed out the door. I only had one place to go - Jon's, and he was in walking distance. The only thing was. when I got to Jon's, I found out that they, too, were gone for the holidays, so I had nowhere to go, or hide. If I went to my parents', Dad would bawl me out, and tell me I'm being selfish. My other friends were gone for the holidays, so I caught the bus and headed toward the rail yard. I knew our little club house there was empty, so that's where I was going to spend the night, I guessed. When I got there, I found that a few other people were there, so I waited until they left. Most of the kids brought their sex partners there for a quick fuck or suck. We put up a couple of rooms at the far end of the car, and then laid out mattresses, with plastic covers on them; we had old blankets that we kept in a box. The ones who belong to the club have keys to the lock. Once I was inside, I found a few blankets that were still kind of clean, and lay down; looking up at the ceiling where someone had put up posters of naked people. I intended to head back to the apartment, listen to Ry tell me off, probably get my ass spanked and then we would go to bed, but that didn't happen. I awoke to the sun coming through the cracks in the side of the train car, so it had to be around ten A.M. It was Christmas Eve, and I was lying on my back in a train car, instead of lying next to the man I loved. `Man, I really need to get my priorities straight,' I thought, as I got up and stretched; my whole body was sore. When a few of the guys I knew from school came in with their GF, I got a nasty look from one of the girls. "I'm not doing it here if he stays and listens," she told James. James gave me a sad look; the rule was if someone else was there, the other person had to wait until they left to use the room. I gave him a smile and got up; just because I'm not getting any doesn't mean he can't. I grabbed my jacket and left the car. It was mid-afternoon when I finally made it back to the apartment. When I saw the police car I about shit myself. I was just glad that most of the people who lived there were away, `cause this was one ass chewing I didn't need them to hear. The door was open a little, so I just pushed it open to where I could see. I saw Ry sitting at the table chatting with a cop. He was doing things with his hand like . . . so tall, so wide, hair to here, and stuff. I could not hear much, because they were talking softly, but I could see Ry's face, and he looked upset. I just swallowed; I knew I had to do something before someone saw me. "Ry, do you know what dad did?" I shouted, as I pushed my way into the house. I could see the relief in Ry's eyes; the cop didn't look too thrilled. Trying to look shocked, I said, "Why did dad call the cops?" "Because you went missing for more than twenty-four hours," Ry said, standing up. I had to fight myself to run to him, and I knew Ry was trying his best not to give us up either. "So where did you go?" the cop asked. "I went to a friend's house to think, and ended up falling asleep," I told him; not too much of a lie. "He didn't know I had a fight with dad," I told him. He just wrote stuff in his book and stood up to leave. "Alright, as long as you're safe; you are safe here, right?" he asked Ry, and I just looked at him. "Yes, he's safe here," Ry, told him, as he walked the officer to the door. "I'll call his parents and let them know he's here," He said as the officer stepped out. I didn't hear what the cop said, but Ry laughed, and nodded his head. I heard the door click shut and the lock snap. Ry then turned around and stood in front of the TV. I just looked at him, as he crossed his arms. I walked toward him; I knew I pissed him off by running off again, but I just didn't want to be in the same room with him at that time. He pissed me off just as bad, if not more, as I pissed him off. For some reason, I was unable to bring my eyes to meet his. When I felt his fingers under my chin, I fought at first, but soon gave in and looked up. I could tell by his eyes he was too pissed, but his eyebrows were knitted together, and his lips were in a thin line, that told me he was pissed. So I was not sure if he was going to start yelling or smacking. But what I got was one hell of a hot kiss; it literally took my breath away for a few seconds an damn nearit made me cum.. When he pulled back, his thumb slipped across my lip that was now puffy, and probably bruised. "I thought we had it clear you would not run off anymore," he said, in a stern voice. I just shrugged my shoulders at him; I got swatted "I didn't run off; I headed over to Jon's to think, but he was out. So I headed over to the clubhouse, and I ended up falling asleep there," I told him, "Chad," he just shook his head. "I should spank some sense into you, but I'm not. I'm going to let your dad handle this one, so go grab your bags and let's go," he told me. "We're still going?" I asked. "More than ever, now," he told me. I just shook my head, and went to the room; the present I got Ry was lying on top of the bag, unopened. "You didn't open it?" I asked him; he just shook his head `no'. "I'll open it tomorrow when you open mine," he told me. "That's the thing I wanted most; for us to open our presents together, not in front of the whole damn family," I told him. Ry just shook his head. "But I want you to open mine in front of them," he told me. I just sighed, and wrapped my arms around him I laid my head on his chest, holding him as tight as I could. "Fine; you win," I told him, `or should I say Dan won?' I thought, as Ry bear-hugged me. "I didn't know we were playing a game," he said, with a smug look. We tossed the bag into the truck, and climbed in. We had to let it warm up a little, and let the window defrost before we headed out, but we were finally on our way. I was not very talkative on the way over there; I wondered what dad was going to do. I knew they were worried about me, Ry called them to let them know let them know we were headed over. I heard Ry's phone make a new sound, and when I looked at him, he smiled. "Be there in five or so," he said. "Yeah, he's with me," he told whomever. "Yeah, I think he knows that," he said. I just moved around in the seat to get comfortable; I figured my sitting was going to be a memory for a few days. I looked over at Ry; he gave me a sideways glance, and a weak smile. Something told me I was going to be in a world of hurt. As we pulled up into the driveway, I noticed the house was all decked out with lights and fake reindeers, and a very old Santa and sleigh on the roof. Hell, that must be the one Papa put up on their roof. There was snow on the ground, though it was not enough to stop traffic; but it was enough to make it look nice outside. Just looking at the house made you feel warm inside when we stepped inside, it was also decked out. Everything was so bright and cheerful; you couldn't help go `awww', when you saw it. "Hey, we're here," Ry, yelled out. I popped him on the side; I was hoping not to be noticed right away. Everyone came out of hiding; the moms were in the kitchen, the boys were playing a game, and the dads came down the hall. Mom was the first to greet me. After the hug and a kiss, I got a swat to the seat; it didn't hurt much, since I had on thermals and jeans, but I gave her the hurt look and the `boo-hoo' face anyway. She pulled me back into a hug and kissed my cheek. Then I heard a throat being cleared. Looking over her shoulder, I could see dad; he was pointing toward Dan's den. `Oh, god; here it comes!' I thought, as I let go of mom and headed toward him. Ry squeezed my shoulder as I passed him. "I'll put our stuff in my old room," he told me, as he let go. When I got to my dad, he just turned and headed toward the den. I heard my brothers humming taps, as I followed him. "Boys," mom said. I heard them say `sorry' in unison, as they ran off toward the back of the house. Once Dad and I were in the den, he turned to me and pulled me into a hug that was bone crushing. "What the hell were you thinking?" He asked. I just shrugged my shoulders at him; he pushed me back and slapped my hip. `Man, I wish we had some right-handed people in this family,' I thought, as I rubbed my hip; my left hip was getting sore, with all this swatting. "Do you care to explain why you ran off?" Dad asked. "I didn't run off; I went to think, but I ended up falling asleep," I told him; he just shook his head. "I wanted to spend Christmas with Ryan; it's our first one together as a couple," I told him. Dad just looked at me. "What do you mean, `couple'?" Dad asked. I just shook my head. "After the cabin, Ry and I became a couple. I thought you knew," I told him. He just shook his head. "Son, the plan was the two of you get through college; not for you two to fall in love and become a couple, with your cousin," he told me. "Dad, I have always loved Ry, even when I was little. He even told me the same thing, and we're only cousins by marriage, not birth; you know that," I told him. "And it's not like we're going to get married; our state doesn't allow that," I told him. He just shook his head. "As long as you are happy," he told me. "Now back to the subject of you running off," he said in a stern voice. `Damn,' I thought. He scolded me for a few minutes on how it was dangerous for me to run off like that, and sleeping in a rail car, and all that stuff. "Ok, let's join the family." My eyes bugged out when he said that. "You're not going to punish me?" I just had to ask. I mean hell when I ran from the cabin thing I got my ass blistered by both my men. "Against my better judgment, I'm going to let Ryan handle it. I know for a fact he keeps a firm hand on you, so this is his problem," he said. I was more than glad not to get my ass beat at Dan's house. "However, son, if you ever pull a stupid stunt like that again, I don't care what he does to you; I will belt your little ass until it's six shades of purple. Do you understand me?" he scolded. "Yes, sir," I told him, swallowing hard. However, before we left, Dad gave me a couple of a swat to the ass that hurt like hell. "Owww, what the..." I yelled, as I rubbed my ass. Dad opened the door, and we walked out. Dan just glared at me; mom just gave dad a nasty look, as I stood there trying to rub the sting out with one hand, and rub my eyes with the other. "Ry's upstairs, second door on your left," Dan told me. I nodded and headed up the stairs. When I got to Ry's door, I didn't know if I should knock, or just walk in. So I opened it a little, and looked in. Ry was laid out on his back, with his arms behind his head, staring at the ceiling. "Can I come in," I asked. Ry turned and looked at me. He smiled, and said, "Of course you can." He held out his open arms for me. I closed the door, kicked off my shoes, and bounced on the bed; it didn't bounce like ours, but that was alright. Ry pulled me down to him, and kissed me hard. "So what did he do?" he asked, as I snuggled deep into his arms, and shook my head. "Nothing?" he asked. "He said he was going to let you handle me," I told him. Ry rolled his eyes, "but if it happens again, and it won't, I'm in over my head," I said, letting out a yawn. I glanced at the clock on his night stand; it was after two in the afternoon. I snuggled close to Ry; his body was warm. I had just gotten comfortable, when my belly let out a loud rumble; Ry just looked at me. "When did you eat last?" he asked. I did my best to pretend to be asleep. "Pet," he bellowed, as his hand came to rest on my butt and it tapped it. "Last night," I yipped, after the swat; if I don't eat like I am supposed to, I get a little snappy. He just shook his head. "Come on, let's find you something to eat," he told me grabbing my arm and pulling me off the bed. "I don't want to go down there - your dad glaring at me; dad mad at me; and mom just being mom," I told him. I hated it when mom got into her `my poor baby' thing; it made me look like I was six. "Tough," Ry told me, pushing me toward the door. "Mom, what was for lunch?" Ry called out to his mom. "Sandwich and soup," she yelled back from the living room. "There in the fridge, and on the stove. Help yourselfs," she told him, before he could ask. When we entered the kitchen, I looked around. It was just a plain kitchen; it didn't look like it belonged to the rest of the house. "Yeah, I know. Funny, huh," Ry said, as he pointed to a chair at the table. I sat; I was not sure if he wanted my help or not, but I was not going to get him upset with me. After we ate, we headed into the living room to help decorate the tree. My brothers were watching me for signs of punishment. "That's so unfair; if it had been us, we wouldn't be able to sit for a week," I heard one of them say to the other. I just turned and smiled at them. "That's because you're still a kid," I told him. Vinnie just glared at me, and puffed out his chest. "You ok, Thad?" Kitty asked. I picked her up and sat her on my lap, "Yeah, I'm fine," I told her. She gave me a goofy smile. "You're not supposed to run away from the ones you love," she told me. "Yeah, I know," I said. She gave me a hug, and got off my lap, and went over to mom. She stopped halfway there, and turned around and pointed a finger at me. "You do it again, and I'm going to be really, really mad with you," she said, wagging her finger at me. "I won't; I promise," I told her, crossing my heart, as I tried not to laugh. "Good," she said, and turned on her heels and went to mom, who was also trying not to laugh at her. About three, the moms headed into the kitchen and started dinner. I was told to go sit and behave myself. So I joined Ry, who was having a drink with the dads in the den. I noticed when I stepped in that Dad was at the corner bar, and Dan and Ry were sitting in the leather chairs. I went over to sit with Ry; I was not sure why, but I slid down beside Ry's leg, like I did at the cabin. Dan just smiled, and nodded his head; Ry gently rubbed the side of my face with his hand. "Chad, what do you want to drink?" dad asked. "Soda's, fine," I told him. "He can have what I'm having, Ry told him." I just looked at him; he gave me a smile, and Dan growled. Dad just picked up the stuff to make my drink. When he brought it over, Dad handed Dan his, Ry took his and mine, then handed me mine. "Pet, you don't have to sit on the floor; you can sit in a chair," he told me. "I don't mind; I just want to be close to you," I told him. I know that it sounds sappy; but, hell, who cares? I wrapped my arm around his leg, and I felt him shift. Then his hands went under my arm, and he pulled me to my feet, and sat me beside him in the chair. "Then you sit up here with me," he told me, giving my cheek a kiss. "I may call you my `Pet', but you are not my pet," he said, as he pulled me closer to him. My heart jumped, and I snuggled closer to him; well, as much as I could. The chairs were big, but with two of us in them, it was a tight fit, which just made it more cozy. The conversation going on was just plain boring to me, so I sipped my drink, and Dad got up a few times to fix another for Dan, Ry, and himself. I knew how their relationship went, but I guess, around the house, they act like normal men, `cause Dan didn't give Dad orders to obey. I am used to drinking; Ry lets me have some now and then, and when I go out with my buddies, I drink a little - just enough to get buzzed, but not drunk off my ass. I jerked my head up when I heard a rap at the door. "Dinner's on the table," I heard Aunt Jean say. "Chad, wake up," Ry said, in a soft voice. I just snuggled close to him. "Pet, dinner's ready; come on," he said, giving me a good shake. I just blinked at him. I heard Dad laugh, and then Dan said something. I didn't hear what, but from the growl Ry made, he was not happy with it; but I finally got woke up enough to go eat dinner. Dan and Jean sat at the head of the table; Mom and dad sat across from each other; Kitty sat beside mom; the boys sat beside each other, and Ry and I sat beside each other, which was just fine with me. I noticed that Vance kept making a funny face at me, which made me laugh. Ry squeezed my leg; when I looked at him, he just shook his head. Dinner was great; we had roast beef with baby potatoes and carrots, rolls, and for dessert, we had mom's brownie cake, which is to die for. After dinner, the dads disappeared back into the den; the boys headed for the video game; the moms sat and drank coffee and chatted. I could not stand seeing the kitchen a mess, so I started to clean up the kitchen. "What are you doing, luv?" Ry asked. I just looked at him; I had soap suds up to my elbows, "Dishes," I told him. He laughed and came over toward me, then stopped and opened a cabinet, and dropped down a lid. "Dishwashers are faster," he said, giving me a grin. I kicked at him, and he dodged it and laughed. "Come on; I'll help you," he said, as he helped me rinse the dishes and get them in the dishwasher. "Wow! Chad has you trained well, honey," I heard Aunt Jean say from the doorway. I saw Ry blush. "Yeah, I guess," he said, as he left the room. Aunt Jean gave him a kiss as he passed. When I finished cleaning off the counter, she gave me a hug, and a kiss to the cheek, as well. "You know, Chad, I would have cleaned it up," she said, rubbing her thumb across my cheek to get the lipstick off. "Yeah, I know, but. . . well, anyhow, I got to get," I stammered, as I hurried out of the kitchen. I could hear her laugh, as I got out of there. "We always open one the night before," Vinnie said, trying not to whine. "Because we are at Dan's house, we'll do it their way," Dad told him. Vinnie mumbled something, and dad popped him a hard one. "Ok, bed time, for all of you," Dad ordered. Vinnie and Vance both griped about me not having to go, also, but when dad stood up, they both bolted upstairs, yelling good night behind them. Dad just shook his head, and Dan laughed. Mom got up and headed toward their room, with Kitty over her shoulder. Dan's house is good-sized; they have three rooms upstairs then there are two down stairs, Dan uses one for a study and one is off the kitchen; it's supposed to be for the help, but Jean decided that she was going to play the housewife, so she does all the stuff a maid would do. Ry told me once that when she gets overwhelmed with everything, she asks her parents if she could borrow one of the maids for a day to just help her out. It was close to ten when Ry and I finally went to bed. Jean asked if I wanted to stay with my brothers, but I just shook my head `no'. She said, "Ok, have fun," and off they went. Ry gave me a funny look and jerked his head toward the stairs; I smiled, and went with him. As we got to the room, Ry went to his parent's room and stuck his ear to the door. I started to say something, but got the finger to the mouth, so I just went into the room. "Good; they're asleep," he said, with an evil grin. When he came in, he softly shut the door behind him. He then started to remove his clothes, little by little. Giving me a wink now and then, he would wiggle his ass at me. I just smiled at him, and grew so hard! The next thing I knew, Ry pounced on me like a panther. "Ry, we can't; your parents are next door, kind of," I said, trying not to giggle, as I did my best to wiggle out from under him. "Yeah, I know," he said, grabbing my waistband, and with a quick yank, my pants were off and tossed across the floor. Before I could protest, Ry's mouth was on my cock, sucking it down to the base. "That's what makes it so hot," he said, when he come up for air. Then he turned me around like a top, and his dick was hovering above my mouth. He went back to what he was doing; I just licked the head of his dick, and he moved a little so I was able to get it in my mouth. I thought we were just going to suck and shoot, but the next thing I knew, I was flipped around and pushed toward the headboard. Ry grabbed my hands and placed them on the top. "Don't move," he whispered in my ear; I just shivered. He ran his hand down my back and gave my ass a slap, that sounded like a gunshot going off in the room. Then he gently kneaded my ass, as he slid in behind me. He spread my ass cheeks, and started to give me a rim job I'd never forget. I shivered, when the coolness of the room touched my wet ass. Ry moved around for a minute, and then I head the squish of lube being squeezed out of a tube. "Still has some," Ry said, behind me. Then I felt one finger slide into my ass, then a second. He gently kissed my back, and sucked on my neck, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to make me moan. "Be quiet," he ordered, and slid down under me. His mouth was working my cock, and his fingers were working my ass. I was biting my lower lip, so I would not shoot. When I started to get close, I would shift on my knees, and sit down on his hands, to push the fingers further into me. Ry would pull back off my cock so I could relax; all I could do was fuck his fingers, and try to fuck his mouth at the same time. He licked my cock, and slid back out from under me. I felt his hairy legs against mine. "Be quiet, or I'll gag you," he said, as he spread my cheeks. I felt the tip of his cock at my hole, and I started to move, but Ry stopped me. "Don't move," he softly whispered. I froze; then he pushed me down just a little, and spread my cheeks more. Then I heard him spit, and when the cool spit hit my hole, it made me shiver. He then pushed into me, making me strangle a cry. His hand came over my mouth, as he pushed my body against his. "Quiet," he snapped in my ear. Then he pushed me back to grab the headboard. I grabbed ahold, and held on tight, pushing my ass out for Ry to fuck, and fuck he did! His hands grabbed my arms, and pulled me loose from my hold, and he held me close to his bare chest. He leaned back a little, and said, "Just think; we're in my old room fucking like rabbits, with my parents asleep next door. So hot; so fucking hot! Let's not forget your baby brothers lying in a bed together, close to each other. Humm, I wonder if they're touching each other," Ry whispered in my ear I have no idea why he had the thought of my brothers touching each other, but the image in my head just made me buck harder than before. Ry pushed me back down, and shoved my face into the pillow. I could feel his cock throb in my ass; his breath was hot on my neck. "Cum with me, Pet; cum when I do," he whispered. When I felt the first of his spunk hit my insides, I came hard! I had to bite down on the pillow to keep from yelling out. Ry dumped the last of his load into me, and pulled me with him, as he collapsed on the bed. His hips still fucked me to get the last of it out; my ass muscles milked him. We both laid there panting to get our breath back. The room was cold on our hot sweaty bodies, and I felt Ry's arms slide under me and pull me close to him, as he kissed the back of my neck. "Merry Christmas, Pet," he told me. I looked at the clock; it was now one a.m. "My merry Christmas, Ry," I told him, as I fell asleep in his warm, tight embrace. If Ry had not had me anchored to the bed with his arm and leg, I would have fallen out of bed when I heard the banging on the door. Ry's body shook with laughter. "What?" he yelled out. "You two get up! Daddy says no one can open a present until we are all down there!" Kitty yelled at us. "You heard her; up!" Ry said, pulling the blankets off of us.