Date: Sun, 8 Dec 2019 16:09:58 +0100 From: wise owl Subject: The Life and Times of Natural Noodle (part eleven) for bisexual/ adult-youth Reader Note: This is a love story pure and simple. A loving tribute to a dad from his son. If this offends you- and by that I mean male sexuality in all its fullness, if you are not of legal age, then please do not read this. If you have comments, please email me at wiseoldowl@gmx.com Please give to Nifty, your support keeps it going! Please read the chapters in the following directory prior to reading this: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/watching-daddy/ And read all sections of this directory in order, thank you. The Life and Times of Natural Noodle Part Eleven: The very real vision of my daddy back when he was so young, laying back on his little bed, legs raised with aggressive big sister Rosie nibbling his little pink toes. Well, it sent me in spasms which I dare say I tried to conceal from daddy who just sipped his most recent topped up drink and sailed along in his mind. His dear golden olden days very much alive and being offered to me, unedited and in vividly graphic details...the cocktails aiding greatly no doubt! My own young manhood thrummed and drummed away inside my trousers as I rubbed his socked feet and just drank in as much as possible before mum came home from the meeting. It was getting late and I knew the evenings sharing time would be ending soon. Who knew when daddy would be this free-tongued with me again? It might be a month or more...how dreadful. I craved all his stories. His eyes were shut and just carried on as I rubbed. "Tony, I loved the very sensation of big Ro nibbling at my little toes. I loved it. I think it was a "button" of mine....no, it was and is still! I love my feet being touched. You damn well know!" His laugh made me jump as he wiggled his moist socked feet before me, yes, I knew and he knew how much I loved his feet and he loved getting the attention! "My little lanky legs waved about and I greedily shoved my other small foot into her face. Being so "hormonally" raging she just grabbed at it and popped those tasty boy toes into her big mouth. She was literally nibbling away on both of my sweaty little feet. It looked wonderful and felt...amazing!" My young head was whirling as daddy sipped the drink and spoke about this moment when my auntie was only on the edge of budding womanhood and yet so provocative and "hands on" with my daddy back then. My trouser bound growing monster raged and roared to be touched as I rubbed daddy's amazing feet and I just kept listening and see all he said as if playing on a giant movie screen in the living room with us. Daddy was so tipsy and his words so free and unfettered in every way possible! "I just let her do whatever she wanted, Tony. I was loving the attention. I hoped papa would be very late and we could play like this for ages. She pulled my pink wiggly toes out of her spittle dripping mouth. "You taste all clean and yummy. Let's get you natural." Ro said in her bossy way and she began to pull my school clothes off me. I loved being natural with her, for her. I loved her. I helped, we yanked, unbuttoned and shed all I was wearing and then I sat crossed legged and fully natural in the middle of my little bed as Ro folded my school clothes neatly. Her eyes on me, her little treasure. "You are so adorable, no wonder everybody loves you!" She said beaming at me. Then she came and sat by my little seated natural body and rubbed my back- up and down my spine. She was so loving toward me. "I saw Mrs. Clarity's boobs today, almost anyway. She wore her bra and I really saw them. They are so big. Where are yours, Ro?" I asked looking over at her. She rubbed and tickled the space just between my arse cheeks that she could worm her long fingers into as I sat. I giggled. "Mine are here." She took my small hand and let my fingers feel the buds under her housedress; I had actually been touching them already that afternoon a few minutes before. "They are small. Will they grow?" I asked rubbing the little fleshy mounds, each a few seconds and then switching. "They are growing all the time. I'll need my very own bra soon, you'll see! The nipples are swelling and they feel...funny sometimes. You touching them, it makes them tingle, a bit." She said leaning into my little fingers as they made contact with each mound. I could feel the little nipples, hard and pointing out. She wore no bra yet and I really could feel them. Her eyes closed and she sighed a few times. "That feels nice, Noodle. Your back and bottom are so smooth." She said rubbing up and down my back and along my arse's round firm cheeks. "Be naked, natural every day. I love to see you like this. And I bet all our friends like it too!" She said with her eyes now looking at me. "And I'll do noodle tricks, too!" I added. Ro grabbed me and hugged. Her chest buds smashing into my cheek. I liked that. "Don't forget me when you are with others, like Franny. I am still your sister." She added almost in a teary way. "Never Ro, never. I am all yours!" I said in her chest as she hugged me. She playfully bit my neck and then my little ear lobe. I liked her ways, so hungry and aggressive. Her hands grabbed my arse and she lifted me off my bed. My lanky legs wrapped around her middle as she hefted me up. "Oh, Noodle, you are getting so big. Now that you started school, I'll not be able to hold you like this much longer. You are getting so heavy." Her words made me proud. I looked into her round face, inches from my own as she held my naked little body against hers and those lovely fingers clutching my arse cheeks. "It's all my footie and exercise. I am getting big and strong." I said with my eyes glinting. Her dark eyes flashed. "You'll never be too big to get a bath from me or being stripped natural, you'll always be mine!" She said patting my round little arse as she waddled about my small room clutching me like a big dolly. Tony, Ro was always first in my life, her wickedly wonderful ways. We knew each other so well, still do, I mean that, Tony! I loved to play her, to make her crazed and alive, even when I was so little. "Do you wanna see Mrs. Clarity's boobies too? I bet you'd like them. Ro, I touched her boob...I did!" I said chiding my jealous sister. "Oh, you little scamp. I bet you did touch her boob. Did you like it?" She asked almost rocking me as she carried me to and fro. "It felt soft, lumpy like a bag filled with jelly. I like it!" I said smiling. "I will feel them, I will. She'll show me them, I bet I can make her." Ro said scheming. I knew she was on a mission. "Do it, Ro. Do it!" I laughed, she laughed. I knew, Tony, I knew she'd get Mrs. Clarity to show her those big woman boobies. I knew it. "Show me yours?" I asked pulling away slightly and feeling her left chest bud again with my prodding little fingers. "I will, soon. Promise. You can feel them, no dress, OK?" She said kissing my cheek. "Promise?" I asked glaring at her. "Swear it!" And we laughed again. "You gonna give me another bath?" I asked kissing her back, right on her wet lips! "I should, I should, and really scrub you...myself. Not you. But papa will be here and ruin it. Just let's get you ready for him." She said sadly. I was placed down onto the cold floor and my little bare feet toddled into the bathroom, my naked form stood before the bowl. My hands grasped my noodle and I aimed, pulling my foreskin back. "I am peeing. Come see." I called. Ro came up behind my naked backside and reached around me. Her fingers covering mine as I help my little noodle in pee-ready pose over the bowl. "I'll help." She said. "You need to aim better." "I do not. I aim great." I said smugly but I loved her helping me. Her fingers replaced my own and she held my small noodle perfectly, skin back and knob pointing downward. My bladder relaxed and my flow began. The piddling sound bounced off the walls. We both giggled and my little pee stream nearly missed the target. "Watch out, hold tight." I said as my smaller hands rested on my tummy while hers did all the hard work. "I bet you wish you had a noodle like mine. It's fun to hold and pee." I said proudly as Ro's taller hot clothed body pressed against my bare backside. "I like my girl bits but I love your cute wiggly-waggly boy noodle. It's fun to hold it while you spray you pee-pee out." She said as she waggled my now dripping little pink knob, getting all my pee out as good as I did. I was shocked, but that Ro, she knew me inside and out, Tony, she really did. She spun me around and knelt before me. Her face was right at my noodle. "Let me try your skin." She said. " I wanna see if I can do as good as you." She said kneeling and grasping my little noodle with both set of her fingers. "Careful. Go slow. Don't hurt me." I said, bare feet apart and hands on hips. The swagger was back, but I was nervous. Ro could be so aggressive and quick. She did manage to pull the velvety extra skin back over my little knob-top and gave it a little extra yank or tug with her thumb and finger. Yank-yank "Hey, that feels funny. I like it." I giggled as I enjoyed Ro's busy fingers on my sensitive noodle. Yank-yank, she did again and watched my noodle closely with her dark eyes. Yank-yank Ro laughed like a hyena as my lively young noodle sprang gently upward in her now trembling fingertips. "I knew it. I knew I could do a trick with your little noodle." She said giving it another little series of foreskin pulls. "Oh, Ro. You are doing my trick- you're making it bigger!" I said watching with round eyes, hands still on hips, thrusting my growing keen noodle towards her. My small noodle was filling in slightly and growing a wee bit longer and thicker. "I love it." I shouted. "More Ro, do more." "Children- damn it, Reggie, Rosie." Papa's shrill tone called out from downstairs. Oh, Tony, we hated that voice. It was not papa's fault. He was not a nurturing man. Both Ro and I froze. Her fingers still twiddling my noodle playfully and it now was getting...well, bigger, Tony. And Ro and I saw this. Ro let go. "Quick, get into my arms. Let's pretend we just finished your bath. He is always so cross at night!" Ro said plotting. She breathlessly wrapped the old bath towel round my middle and scooped me up. She held me on her hip and I put my bare legs around her. My little noodle, now pressing against her side as she strode off down the stairs to meet papa, was rubbing and rubbing...and Tony, the towel and her hip were having a little session on my noodle. It felt very...alive down there. Papa stood centrally in our front hall. The gloomy hall with a gloomy man. "Where is the meal? Why aren't you dressed yet?" Papa snorted and looked cross. Ro smiled. "Just finishing up." She said cradling me on her hip, the poorly wrapped towel slipping. I held my hands around her neck. I tried to look serene. I tried to not let on the fun we just having. I had no idea why it was fun, but it was fun. Ro knew more having fun with my noodle, no doubt! "Look at you, Reggie. Like a baby. You are in school now. Your big sister should not be carting you about." His mean eyes flashed. The tall man who was my father looked sour, was sour! Ro boosted me on her hip, the towel now dangled...fell and papa saw a very naked me astride my sister's hip. "Mother of God. Look at you! Reggie, naked in our front hall!" He stormed. He tried to pull me from Ro. Ro backed up. "No Papa, let me, you never have done this, I have always. Leave Reggie alone." She said as her voice cracked full of emotion. Papa did not like sass. His hand flew and struck Ro's cheek. "Keep quiet. I am the parent. Not YOU!" He bellowed as his arms now were around my naked middle. Ro cried out. "Reggie!" I cried, yes, my tears flowed. Papa grabbed and pulled. Ro, for fear of me being hurt, let go. She stood helpless and as papa grappled with a struggling, naked me. He held me like a bear. His wiry arms wrapped around my torso and my small body flailing about. Feet and arms waving. And my noodle...proudly protruding out like a little flag pole. Ro saw it, smiled thru her tears but darted off up to her room to cool off. Papa carried me struggling into the front room and shut the door. The door shut and I wiggled madly as he plopped my bare feet down atop the seat of the old couch. I stood, naturally naked and defiant. The swagger was back, hands on hips and bare sweaty little feet planted on the fabric surface. Anyone walking by our windows that late afternoon would have seen little natural me standing defiantly before a tall, lean angry man. The tears of anger vanished. Papa glared at me, from my little toes up and past my "alive" noodle... finally to my eyes. He took me in, every naked inch. My small mouth pouty and firm. "Don't you hit Ro. I love her." His hand rose to strike me, I stood brave. Only so little yet brave. "Look at you, naked. Are you up to no good? Is that wayward girl being brazen towards you?" He had no time for Ro, she just worked for him, too much like my late mother. Too much of a reminder. Tony, I had no idea what he was babbling about but it sounded like he was being mean to Ro. I defended her. "Ro is so good and always kind. She is like a mummy." I said calmly. Papa's hand again raised to strike out at me. Instead, he grabbed my little arm-he spun my bare feet around and my firm pink ass was now towards the front...his hand wanting to swat my arse cheeks. "Go on, hit me." I goaded. I was brave Tony, foolish and brave. This made him stop. He grabbed me again and turned me forward, facing him. "You are getting too big to be naked around her, your sister. She's getting too big in other ways too. Watch out! Look, look- look at this!" His voice like a preacher in fire and damnation church meeting. He pointed with his sharp nailed finger to my still slightly enlarged noodle; it stood outward from me, skin slightly back and my little knob just peeping out. Tony, I hoped he would poke at it...I wanted papa to really know me! My hands again planted firm on my slender hips, my feet firm on the couch and slightly apart. I did the unthinkable. Oh, Tony, too many drinks tonight- telling you too much. I waggled my hips and my slightly "alive" noodle danced before papa's red eyed fury. His rage and shock was filling the ugly old room. "Mother of God, you little demon. What are you doing?" He said, but not taking his mean eyes off me. My noodle was captivating him. He was drawn in, but did not want to be...he could not help it! I think Ro stood outside the door and listened because I heard a stifled giggle from the hall. Ro knew I was doing a noodle trick for papa...not a good idea, but I was "natural noodle" and did as I pleased. I'd be beaten for Ro, I do what it took. And taking the so called "heat" that night was required. I wanted Ro safe. And so, I waggled my semi-alive noodle again at him and he just growled at me. His eyes wide and staring- man to dancing noodle. "You! You, wild creature. Running wild, that's you. Going to the devil! My little son, naked and all...devil filled!" He said but never blinking, my noodle dance had his attention. Tony, I can't say I loved him. That would be a lie. I loved my hero Ro, the Clarity's and cute little Billy...and dear Franny! But him, he was just a man I lived with. So I respected him very little. I wanted him to see me- "natural noodle" and be in awe, in shock, and in fear...yes, I wanted to control that moody sour man. I wanted to save Ro from his mean ways. My noodle dance was the start. I was so young, only just starting school but yet...this power my body had over others and the way I felt, I did not understand much at all...but I wanted to be myself ALL the time. Natural me! My body still has that power Tony, I know that you know...you've seen others react to my naked body. Power and awe, always. I don't fear being natural noodle, ever- not then, not now. I can still see myself that day. I saw in the twilight outside the nearest front window a familiar head of dark hair, Ro! She was sneaking a look thru the hedges to see me at work on papa. The fact I was being watched gave me all the power and vigour. Papa, tall-gawky and looking bewitched gaped at me atop the couch. My natural state shocking and fully revealing. My noodle, alive and alert...looking bigger than it should! "You, you stop that. Stop." He gasped, stepping back. Was it fear? I saw a gleeful Ro peeping in, papa truly unaware of her eyes on us. My bare feet bounced and off I leapt and landed on the threadbare carpet. My footie skills just coming to life, I landed like a little nimble wildcat before this unloving creature. My alert noodle made a big bounce as well as my tight little pouch. It felt very freeing and a little painful, it thwacked me a bit. But I was Natural Noodle! I think my foreskin now had pulled back more and my little knob fully shone. I was now looking up at my papa, his eyes and mine locked. I stepped closer to him. His shoed feet shuffled back, he nearly toppled over. I actually smiled. "I am Natural Noodle. And I love to be like this and this!" I said flicking my slightly bigger noodle state with a casual finger. "It's fun and everybody loves it." Hands on hips and swagger pose resumed. "I'll protect Ro and we'll live with the Clarity's. We'll leave you, forever." I threatened. I was on fire! "Devil! Little naked devil, getting so big, I should spank you." He babbled on and on. Making less sense than ever. "Go on, spank me." And I turned my round naked round arse his way and bent, hands down on my little toes. I gave him a youthful "full moon" to enjoy. Papa fell, he hit the chair he sat in all the time. His head buried in his aging hands. I turned around. I walked to his side on my bare toes. "I am hungry, let's have tea." I said calmly. It was time to be normal again. I won. He knew it, Ro knew it and I did, too. Little me, natural me. I won. Crumpled papa, his hands still over his weathered face. He moaned, he simpered. I wanted to prove something. His elbow, clad in his work shirt, protruded over the chair arm as he cradled his face. Little me, so only a beginner in so much...pushed myself forward on my toes. Tony, it was a statement, a marking, bonding of power...I let my noodle, still pulsing its force slightly skyward, make a tentative poke at his elbow. The elbow and my middle were aligned and perfect. I rammed again into that bony elbow, feeling his work shirt tickle my little exposed pink knob. Papa did not flinch, he lowered those worn fingers and looked...saw my noodle poking his elbow, showing my newly emerging strength. Bold and daring. My move was important to me, he never touched me, never seemed to care. I wanted him to feel my emerging "natural noodle" strength. And he did. Ro saw it too. I knew she saw it all. Papa just watched and simpered, his eyes wide. His expression guttural and wordless. My young mind, so innocent yet I was learning all sorts of things. I knew this was control. I had papa and Ro was safe and I was safe and we'd be free to be or do what we wanted. A new chapter began, out from under his overbearing thumb, my natural noodle life took off! Tony, I found a new private "button" that very minute as my straining noodle collided with my papa's stubborn elbow. I liked and desired seeing and using my "noodle strength" to get my way, to achieve goals and to triumph in difficult situations. I think while that "button" was being pushed, my noodle stayed the course...I mean, Tony, it stayed pulsing with life force! Tony, this may shock you. But you need to know, that day, I began to control my feeble uncaring father. My little natural noodle self could boss him about. He just had to see me like that, all naked, noodle "alive" and he went all docile and like putty. It meant Ro and I could do as we pleased. I marched out of the room- tossing open the door, on those skilled little feet, my naked arse in his view, Ro met me in the front hall. She feared him no more. He would not hit her anymore. Natural Noodle was there and would save her. Papa watched as she scooped me up and I wrapped my legs around her. My naked little body folding into her budding form. Papa just sort of moaned as she carried me upstairs. He could not stop us. "Ro, we can do what we want. I beat him. Me and my noodle, we beat him." I said into her chest as she carried me. "I know, I saw it all. I love you, Noodle! We'll stay, mama would want us to stay and feed him but we'll be with the Clarity's more. I need them and so do you. To hell with papa, we'll see to it he's OK but no more hitting us...ever! You and your little soldier-like noodle, you keep us safe! I love seeing you all natural in front of grumpy old papa, keep at it!" She said plopping me on my bed. I seemed to tower over Ro as I stood on the bed, I loved it! I stood watching her. My body fully in view, I waggled my noodle playfully at her with my hips swaying to and fro. And Ro giggled. "Oh, Ro, I'll not let him forget my noodle, EVER!" I sang out. "Dress for tea. I'll make it." Ro said about to go. The rule was I was not allowed to be in Ro's bedroom at night. Rules change! "Ro, I am going to snuggle with you in your bed tonight. Papa won't stop me." I said standing atop my bed, my noodle still announcing itself with strength and vitality. "Will you? I owe you many goodnight cuddles and kisses, Noodle. When papa's light goes out- come over. I'll keep my bed warm." She said blowing me a big sister's kiss. I bounced off my ancient mattress and hit the floor with both my small bare feet. It shook the house, rattled the light on the ceiling of the front room. Papa would normally shout up and scream about being quiet. That night, Tony, he just sat and waited to be fed. My very innocent yet slyly scheming little head considered going down to tea as "natural noodle". I felt that was only fair- papa needed to see me all the time this way now! I giggled and pulled my tatty old boxer shorts on. I'd save that for other nights, papa would never walk all over us again. And Tony, he never did! Natural Noodle was in charge, little me, just barely 4 feet tall...in charge! Being "natural" in papa's gloomy home was now my way to freedom and Ro's!" I had to say something now. It was getting late and I just wanted to be in bed when mum came home and thus have a longer "tipsy" bedtime tale of daddy's golden olden days. I knew daddy was speaking more candidly than ever. I had to have more time, and being tucked up in bed at least meant mum would not hurry me away. "Daddy, let me get into bed. Tell me more upstairs and that way you can say loads even if mum comes back." I said rising, sideways- trying to conceal my own "alive" young manhood. "Enough for tonight, I have said far too much." Daddy said almost looking sombre. His blue eyes and moustache always drawing me in! "No daddy, more. I want more and you promised." He sort of did and so I played him this way with guilt and up he rose on those socked feet, unsteady from drink. Off we went and me launching myself into my night things and darting under the covers. Daddy sat on my bed edge, the room lit only by the hall light. I cuddled up to him, I smelled drink...that was my doing. But it meant details in full, more than I could have imagined! "Go on, tell me...did you sneak into Auntie Ro's bed? What did your cross papa do?" I asked. I saw in my mind my young daddy, younger than I was then...and so in charge and sure of himself. My heart raced, I needed more! "Oh, Tony, you are just like me, pushy and headstrong. There is so much to tell. That night, the night I began to be "Natural Noodle" in front of my papa...it was truly incredible. Big sister Rosie and little me, ready to just explore." And more of my daddy's early life will follow soon! Also please enjoy my life memoirs: www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/incest/watching-daddy/ Feel free to write me anytime! Tony aka wiseoldowl@gmx.com