Date: Thu, 10 May 2018 11:39:07 -0500 From: MC VT Subject: The Battoir Chapter 4 The Battoir - Part 4 ©2017 MCVT August 17, 2017 mcvt2017@gmail.com *** The next Sunday Dad took us all to the big flea market and Mom found a crib for the baby. It looked rickety, but only needed to be reassembled and tightened again. Dad and I searched for bunk beds and didn't find any, but he picked up a local newspaper and found an ad for a garage sale and called them. We went out and found a hand-made bunk bed from a fall-out shelter, whatever that is. Dad bought it for five bucks. At home, we washed and painted the bare wood on our new bunk beds. It was sturdy - made from four-by-fours and using big bolts and industrial-type hardware, but I liked it because it had a little ladder at the end. That night, Dad put me to sleep on the couch with Rod in the big chair while the paint dried on our new bed. He snuggled next to me and slipped his hands into my pajamas and rubbed me. "Love you so much, my sweet, beautiful son." He kissed me with his tongue in my mouth and squeezed my balls, rubbing and pinching. "That's what you're supposed to do with me, not Rod. Got that?" Then, he chuckled and left me to finish what he started. *** Dad was still driving four days a week and I continued watching for bugs on the raspberry vines and caring for Whitey and working the garden. I always finished my classes and felt like I was really doing much more than the school kids. Mom and I worked ahead in my classes, and I was ready for the next grade before the school finished their semester. Mom and I put the radio on the Latino station, but they spoke so fast, I had problems understanding - but we waited for the news and weather and I started catching on. Mom was getting almost too big, it seemed like she was going to explode with our new sister. We got a midwife. Her name was Ms. Lizzy. When Lizzy came by to visit Mom, and I always took a picture for Dad while they were talking. One afternoon, Rod and I helped Mom with moving the furniture around in their bedroom, and assembled the crib, then cleaned it up really well. I wondered how many babies had used that crib before it came to our house. There were some teeth marks on part of it. Then, Rod and I had to move some of the furniture around in the big room. Mom was getting a tub for birthing the baby in water. Lizzy already brought a large, round galvanized tub about five feet across and two and a half feet deep. It seemed huge for our house, but Dad didn't want Mom to go to the hospital. She found some videos online for us to watch. We saw a woman sitting in water, then holding a baby. Not much to see, really - like taking a bath without soap and a baby comes out of the water. Dad came home that night and brought fried fish and hushpuppies for dinner and we watched movies together until late. I snuggled next to Dad, knowing we would shower together soon. In the bathroom he held me against him. "How are you and your brother doing?" "Sometimes he wants to sleep with me. When he says that, he really wants me to rub him. I tell him I don't want to, and go to sleep." "Does it work?" I nodded and stepped in the shower. We wet down, and then stopped the water to lather up. Dad sat on the side of the tub and pulled me between his legs. "Rub your erection on mine. God, that's hot." He told me. "Your skin is so smooth." I don't know why he liked that, I hardly had enough erection to tickle him, but he liked feeling me against his erection. He kissed me while we rubbed our erections together in the lather and Dad started breathing hard. I loved it when his hands gripped both of our erections together, I could slide my penis along his and it made me frantic to cum. He kept stroking my penis against his until I leaned over and whispered to him. Dad chuckled and put his fingers along my cleft and started pressing against my ass to rub the place I liked. "Dad..." I gritted my teeth, and started feeling the rushes and he pushed his fingers harder into me, sending a jolt of excitement and I felt an urgent need to push all my cum out and feel good. He watched me and stroked me faster, then gathered me against him and rubbed himself off against my groin. His semen smelled so good, that meant he was happy. We rinsed off quickly. Mom needed more of his time now, so I helped him clean the kitchen and got Rod ready for bed. *** As the weather became a little warmer, Whitey was ready to have her kid. I wanted to sleep in the goat shed with her because she was acting anxious. Dad helped me make a bed on the hay bales again, and I was surprised that Whitey didn't say a lot, but she nervously paced her pen. I noticed her muscles flinching and tensing one day, and it continued into the evening. Dad came out late to check on me, and looked Whitey over, "Probably tonight, Junie." Later he lifted the lantern over Whitey. She was settling down, and there was a slick streak of liquid on her backside. "Almost time." He put his arm around me and we watched Whitey's body twitch and jerk until a nub of a kid's tiny hoof finally peeked out from under her tail. "Go and rub her face, I'll help with this end." He told me. It took a long time, but Whitey only gave several chirpy sounds as she pushed the baby out. Dad brought the kid to Whitey's face, but Whitey didn't get up and start licking. Dad told me to bring a rag and wipe the kid's face. "We got a little doe!" He said. Whitey was just sitting back, I think she was smiling. Then, she made several more noises and another little kid came out! "Another doe! Almost half our herd now!" He gently stroked along Whitey's side. He took care of Whitey's rear end while I helped her stand and rub what looked like a plastic bag off her new daughters. The babies started nursing almost immediately and I took my hands away from Whitey. She bleated and tossed her head, telling me she was in charge now. "Dad, we did it!" I was smiling. "Next time we're going to buy some semen from one of the suppliers, inseminate her ourselves - get some Saanen in the blood line. Big milk producers." He explained a little about how we would do it. "No boyfriend?" I asked. "We'll have to be her boyfriends for a few minutes. That way we won't smell so bad when it's over. Phew! Those billies stink!" I didn't think they smelled so bad, they smelled like billy goats to me. *** As we cleaned up the shed, "Junie, remember when you talked about rubbing your erection on Rod's butt? Do you get an urge to do that very often? I know you're young and you have a lot of drive and curiosity - will you tell me the truth?" I kept watching Whitey, blushing. Finally, I had the courage. "Yeah. Makes me really hard - I cum hard when I think about it." "Can you control yourself and leave your brother alone?" "I control myself." "Son, if you feel like you can't control that urge. Don't go to your brother, that's not right. Seems he's a nervous rascal." But Dad put his hand on my thigh. "If you feel like you're losing control, just tell me, and we'll take care of it when I get home." "Dad, Rod's not nervous, not really. He's just scared - especially about the battoir." I said, but Dad was quiet, thinking about what I said. "If you give him a lot of hugs and stuff, he'll do anything for you." "Yeah?" Dad asked. "Hmmm." We watched the goats for a while. The smallest kid seemed to have a lot of spunk and was nursing like a greedy milk thief. Whitey was happy and very busy licking and kissing her babies. "You know, we have to watch out for these kids until they're bigger. Maybe we need a dog." That was a great idea! *** "Can I have some love tonight?" I asked in a tiny voice. He looked at me for a long time and smiled and pulled me in front of him, standing. Then he shoved his hand inside my jeans to squeeze my butt cheeks and kiss my hair. He got excited and he pulled my jeans down and stood me on a bale of hay and turned me away from him. His big hands pulled my butt cheeks apart; I felt his breath, then I felt his rough stubble and his lips licking along my cleft. He was kissing and fondling all along my ass! His tongue was pressing into my anus - my penis was hard, but my knees were wobbly. I leaned over further. Every breath on my sensitive tissues became waves of tingling electricity when his hands reached around me grasping my erection gently, and the other squeezing my scrotum. I was so hot! He hummed a little, making my wet anus and rectum buzz, I couldn't help myself. This should go on for a long time it was so good, but I felt it starting to happen... "Dad!" His hands pinched my tiny testicles, and he squeezed and pulled them harder. That was all it took Later, he told me that I was a beautiful boy and kissed me. He unzipped his jeans and let me suck him till he came, almost in a panic. I swallowed it and kissed him, letting him taste what was left in my mouth. He held me on his lap, hugging me closely until we both calmed down. *** That next week a gaggle of neighbors came by after Rod told everyone at school we had baby goats. They brought some of their used equipment and feed, some bales of hay and burlap bags of grain. I got a new brush for Whitey, but she didn't like it as much as Mom's old hairbrush. I think some people knew we were poor, and carefully brought things for the goat, not to embarrass Dad. Whitey was so proud; she got a baby shower! Her kids stayed close to her while there were strangers around, but I swear she was smiling. The farmwomen had a completely different attitude. They brought cakes and all kinds of good stuff for the new baby and us. They had boxes and bags of new things and used clothes - some brought toys and a tiny tricycle! So, Mom got a baby shower as well as Whitey. Things were going good. *** Several children who raised goats came with their parents, and they looked over the goats and admired our work while Rod and I were whitewashing the outside of the shed on a Saturday morning. A girl came with her parents; she was looking over Rod and me skeptically. That was Tamara. Then, she brazenly entered the pen with my Whitey and showed me how to check her hooves. Then she explained about pinkeye, as if I didn't know. She acted as if she owned my goats and my goat shed! Interloper! I couldn't say anything, Dad was watching and I felt the shadow of his battoir keeping my mouth shut. Tamara petted and talked to Whitey softly just like I did, then gently picked up Whitey's leg and showed me the different parts of the hoof and explained what happens when gravel and crud can get stuck in the spaces. I knew all that but I couldn't think of anything to say, so I blushed and leaned over with the ruse of straightening something and sniffed her hair. It smelled like something green; herbs and flowers. Then, she invited me to a club for kids who worked on farms and raised animals. "The chickens are kinda fun, but I don't like the rabbits. Rabbits can't talk, so they don't tell you much like goats do." I didn't know anything about rabbits, but just nodded. Before they left, she told her dad to explain to my dad about the meetings. "Good idea!" He answered. They invited all of us to a meeting for young farmers. "And we always get a booth at the fair, bring the nanny and kids. We'll show them all together." Dad was pleased but asked, "How much does it cost?" Tamara's dad looked at us, "We don't collect any dues." He looked at me and smiled, "Nobody'd show up if we did, especially in this economy!" He laughed. Then he told Dad to bring all the family, it was a social event for farming families. *** The next week when Dad left for his four days on the road he was anxious because Mom was ready to have the baby, and we talked about it every night at dinner. "Don't take a chance. Call 9-1-1 if there's a problem, get to the hospital first and put me on speaker when the doctor comes to talk to her. I'll be dead-heading home." Rod eyes were wide, and he was strangely silent. "You okay with all of this?" I asked him. "Is Mom going to die?" Rod's voice was shaky. "Nah. That's why Lizzy comes to visit Mom all the time. Worst thing that happens is the ambulance comes and we'll go to the hospital with Lizzy and wait till Dad comes." "That's all?" He said. I nodded. "Oh, yeah. We'll have a new baby sister. But she'll be small - sleeps and eats all the time." "Oh." He didn't have any expression on his face, I wondered if he was thinking about being booted from his "baby" position into the wasteland of "middle brothersville." Rod didn't seem happy. *** The first day after Dad left everything was going okay. Mom's feet swelled and her back hurt, but that had been going on for several weeks. I heard Mom get up in the night, and for some reason I couldn't go back to sleep. I waited and listened. She went to the bathroom, then the kitchen, and went to watch television. I went in and asked if it was time to fill up the birth tub. Surprisingly, she said yes, "Fill it half way, and then we'll use the hot water to adjust the warmth." "Did you call Dad?" I asked her. "No, you do it. I'll call Lizzy." Dad said not to call, so I texted him three times in a row. "Calling Lizzy & filling tub." I figured he was almost at Meridian - at least four hours away. Within a few minutes he called Mom back. I looked up and saw Rod in the doorway, tears on his face. He went and stood by Mom, and she hugged him close. I motioned for him to come help me while Mom talked to Dad. We got the hose and hooked it up and he held the nozzle and started filling up the tub. An hour later, Lizzy arrived and let herself in the back door, laughing and singing crazy kid's songs. Mom lay back down on the couch, and I took Rod to the bedroom. "Get dressed; you gotta go to school today." He started crying and looking worried. "Okay, we'll see what Mom says, but we have to get dressed." *** Rod came beside me, "Rub me." He whispered. "Rub yourself." His eyes filled with tears, so I grabbed his weenie and gave it a few squeezes. When I saw his frowns, I rubbed a little more gently. He wasn't excited, his brow was still furrowed. I leaned over and sucked his tiny penis in my mouth and felt his hands in my hair. "Nnng, nnng..." He didn't make any cum but he did calm down a little. "Don't ever tell anyone and don't ask me again!" I whisper-screamed. He dressed while I went out and asked Mom if she would call in to the school and let Rod stay at home. "He can help me with the chores." I said, still miffed about his "rub off" demand. She did, and I took him to help with the goats, then down to the berry vines, and we decided to go down to the stream and check for tadpoles. The sun was rising when we were done with our work, and Whitey was in the pasture with her kids, I took Rod back to the house. While he was eating his toast and oatmeal, I sent Dad a picture of Rod eating, saying he was staying home from school. "Mom called school and chores are done." *** We were online looking for a dog to guard our goats when Mom started pacing and walking. I heard the midwife talking about warming the water in the tub and I texted Dad. "Warming the water now!" I sent it three times. Mom was moaning, and Rod was upset again. The midwife asked if Mom had something to calm Rod. "Anything, but he looks like he needs a doob. Got a couple of fingers of whiskey? How about a cold beer?" We all laughed, and I tried taking Rod outside again, but he wanted to stay with Mom and Lizzy. Mom's midwife was a funny lady, we liked her. Ms. Lizzy always brought us peppermint candy and some kind of goofy puzzle books in her "play box." Dad said he trusted her; she was a "hoot and a holler - with plenty of common sense." But we didn't have any alcohol in our house, much less anything called a doob - she was joking but Rod was breathing hard and on the edge of panic he was so agitated. That took Mom's attention away from her labor. Lizzy wanted Rod calm so Mom would have an easy time giving birth. When the water was warm enough, Mom got into the birthing tub, and the midwife was close by. Rod was still crying because Mom was moaning when she felt a contraction. "Well, get him in the tub with you." Lizzy said, after trying to calm Rod down for almost an hour. Rod got in the water wearing his briefs and cuddled next to Mom with his hand on her belly. Mom pulled him close and kissed his hair. "What a jerk." I thought. "Rod is such a screwball - always for his own comfort, forget about what anyone else is going through." It didn't occur to me that Mom might need some comfort, too. *** A little later, Mom was moaning louder and sweating, making Rod cry again, so Lizzy asked Rod to help Mom moan. Interesting! Every time Mom groaned, he groaned. Lizzy and I joined in and soon we were all moaning with Mom and trying not to burst out laughing. Mom was having a good time too! We sounded crazy-weird - all of us howling together and having a good time laughing at ourselves. At least Rod wasn't going into meltdown, but he had an odd expression on his face. There were sirens coming on the highway but didn't hear them, and a few minutes later, bam! The backdoor slammed open. "Junie!" Dad's voice was loud! "Dad!" I yelled back, completely surprised. Then he appeared in the doorway and watched us moaning together. "Sounds like a pack of Siberian wolves invaded my home! Hell of a way to welcome my baby!" Two officers, jangling with all kinds of equipment on their belts came in behind him, they were laughing hard. They said they got a noise complaint. After they spoke with Lizzy, they called on their radios to say everything was okay, and left quickly. The troopers had scared Rod - he was crying now. Dad went to kiss Mom, and hugged me against his side. "Good job, Junie - the drivers in the convoy got the highway patrol to escort me home after your messages. Ninety-five miles an hour all the way!" Was I ever proud! Then, I saw Dad's eyes on Rod, sitting next to Mom, holding onto her. Everyone got quiet. Rod didn't look at Dad. "Rod, get out and get dressed." Dad said, very seriously. "Get out now!" Rod shook his head, so Lizzy intervened and went to help him out of the tub, "C'mon, this is Mom and Dad's time." She said. Rod shook his head, looking down, grabbing Mom harder while his lower lip came out. He looked so pitiful - lost almost, but he was right in the middle of his home and family. I didn't understand why he was acting like that. Dad and Lizzy was here, and Mom was smiling until another contraction came. Dad leaned over the tub and tapped Rod on the shoulder and without his voice, used his lips to make the word "battoir." The waters parted immediately as Rod jumped out and ran to the bedroom leaving a wet trail behind him. *** Dad was already taking his boots off - his shirt had already hit the floor and he was smiling. "You boys need to give us some private time. Go start pulling the weeds in the garden." He winked at me and took off his jeans and boxers, and stepped into the tub with Mom, filling it up completely. He asked the midwife to go to the kitchen, "I'll call if we need help - but we've done this before." He was taking Mom's tee shirt off her and nuzzling her neck when we left. "I like this part best. Well, second best." He told her. "Thank you for my family." Mom was happy and smiling, but her expression changed when another contraction came. *** Outside, Rod and I worked like crazy getting all the dead weeds and leaves out of the garden and hauled several wheelbarrows to the compost. Rod was quiet the whole time we worked and didn't even look at me once but I could tell he was still crying. *** That night Lizzy made spaghetti for us while Mom and Dad held the baby. The midwife told us we could go in and see the baby after we'd washed up and dressed for bed. "What's the baby's name?" I asked the midwife. "June Skye Bluefeather. Now, you're called Doug, and your dad is Douglas. No more `Junie' for you. "Doug and Rod and their little sister Junie. Can you get used to that?" I felt like I just got a promotion! Mom did it again! *** Dad was holding Mom closely on the couch, kissing her, and looking at our new sister. He really loved babies, and Mom was leaning on his shoulder smiling. When Dad saw us, he opened the blanket showing us our new sister. She was tiny and still. Strangely, there was a spray of dark red dots, tiny points of color across her cheek to her forehead. "Is that an infection?" I asked. "That's our Bluefeather birthmark. It'll fade away when she grows up, like yours did." Rod had to touch it, but he was hovering around Mom for more attention. He tried getting on her lap, pushing the baby toward Dad. Dad shot him a look, and he backed off. For some reason, I think Rod wanted to nurse, but he was seven years old! I watched his eyes inspecting Mom's nipples and breasts. His hands pulled at the neck of her shirt. Lizzy took us to bed, and we heard her leave later, then Dad took Mom to bed with the baby. We had a little sister, and I liked that. She looked cute already, even when she was fussy. She had dimples and dark, wavy hair like me! Dad came into our room that night and reached over the top bunk and pulled me to the edge and kissed me. "Thank you Doug, good job today." He bent over and asked Rod to come with him. They returned about thirty minutes later. No one seemed upset and Rod fell asleep almost immediately. Dad calmed him down really well, but I don't know how. *** It was Friday night and I was hoping that I'd have time with Dad, but he came into the bedroom with a little tube and pulled his chair to the middle of the room. "C'mere boys, we're going to have a little talk tonight. Take your clothes off." He shut the door. We stood in front of him, and he started with me. "Doug, gee it's hard to remember you're not `Junie' anymore. How's your belly?" "Fine. I pooped today." I was a little confused about what he was going to do. "Can you get yourself hard, like you're rubbing yourself?" I closed my eyes and started rubbing my penis. It wouldn't get hard, I was confused and scared. Dad watched. "Okay. Over my lap." He pulled a small tube of lip balm out and took the lid off. "Open up." My hands went to my cheeks and I held them wide while Rod watched. I could tell Rod was getting anxious - he was looking around for the battoir. Dad smeared some of the lip balm on his middle finger, then on my tight anus and began rubbing. "Are you watching Rod, because you're going to get some of this too." Rod's eyes were big. "Okay Doug, I want you to get a nice hard-on for me and stand up." It didn't take long till I stood up with my penis sticking out straight up. "Do you remember how to get rid of a hard-on? Remember how to control those urges?" I looked at him, still confused, and not happy. "Show your brother how to make it go away." He told me. I grabbed my scrotum between my fingers and the base of my penis with my other hand and pinched my fingers at the same time, tugging downward on my scrotum. "Uhhn!" I winced, but looked down to see my erection shrink. "Okay. Now Rod, come here." He looked Rod over, and checked his penis and scrotum. "Still small, but I hold a lot of hope for this equipment. Going to have a nice one, I suspect." "Are you ready to learn how to get rid of your hard-on? Doug's going to help you this time. Now, I'm going to finger your butt, I know you like that." Rod almost jumped on his lap and opened his cheeks to Dad. "I think I need more than Doug." He told Dad. Dad just lifted one eyebrow and went to work on Rod. Dad rubbed the lip balm over two fingers, and pressed the balm against Rod's anus, coating it with the waxy goo. He wasn't so easy with Rod, but did start slowly working his fingers inside, then pushed them in Rod's butt deeply, twisting and making short strokes in and out. Oddly, Rod pushed his rear higher, harder against Dad's fingers. He really liked Dad's fingers in his butt! "Hard enough yet?" Dad asked. Rod stood up and I took my right hand and grabbed his scrotum, pinching my thumb between his tiny testicles, and took the middle finger and thumb from my other hand and grabbed his penis. "Get rid of it." Dad ordered. I squeezed hard and tugged on Rod's testicles at the same time. "Ow!" Rod yelped. "See, it's gone." Dad said. "Now you're going to do that to yourself. Over my knee again." Dad rubbed Rod's anus again, roughly and deeply. "Hard yet?" He asked Rod. Rod shook his head, but Dad was wise to Rod's lie. He wanted more, but Dad pulled his fingers out anyway. "Stand up, Rod - make it go away." He said. Rod stood up and actually made his own erection disappear and didn't yelp! *** "Did you two touch each other while I was gone? When Mom was having Junie?" Oh, no! He found out! I jumped in to defend myself. "Dad, Rod was scared, and he wanted me to rub him. Then, I told him what you said - to rub himself, but he wouldn't. I sucked him and made him calm him down. I'm sorry Dad, but I had to hurry. He wouldn't get dressed." "Did it work?" Dad asked. "For a while, but he wanted Mom to hold him and hug him - then he got in the tub with her. He was so upset..." Dad looked at both of us for a long time. Rod's eyes searched the room for the battoir again. "Well, seems Ms. Lizzy saw you sucking your brother - someone left the bedroom door open while you two were dressing. Told Mom to tell me to talk to you two. So here's the talk." "If you're in the bathroom with the door locked, or in bed or in the shed by yourself, you can go ahead and rub yourself - get your orgasm and clean up after yourselves. "If you're anywhere else, leave the room, excuse yourselves - go somewhere private and reach down in your pants and give it that hard yank. Get rid of your erection. Keep doing it till it's gone." He looked at me. "Doug, you're going to start having an erection every twenty seconds - get yourself under control or we can't go out in public unless you wear an apron or a raincoat or something like that." I almost chuckled thinking of wearing an apron like a chef. "Rod, rubbin' off all the time is going to get you in a lot of trouble if you use it to calm down. That's not how Bluefeather men deal with problems. Gonna get you put in jail if we don't get it under control - and get it under control quick. "You understand?" He lifted Rod's chin and kissed his forehead. "Let's get rid of that erection one more time so you'll remember." Dad made him hard, and Rod squeezed and yanked for Dad again. He stood us side by side, "And no rubbing each other. Take care of your private business by yourselves." "Doug - get to the bathroom, let's see if you are starting to block up." He ordered, and let Rod get in bed. In the bathroom, he held me against him then sat on the toilet bringing me between his knees. "Got some of virgin cum for me?" He reached for my penis. "I wanna suck your man-cum." I stroked his erection - really needing some strength after the close call with the battoir. He trembled. That didn't take long. I went back to my bed light-headed from all his love, then his kisses when I gave his cum back to him. He always left my testicles tingling; almost aching they felt so happy.