Date: Thu, 14 Nov 2019 15:56:09 -0600
From: gwen uni <unicorn2012111@gmail.com>
Subject: My Brother's Sons Keeper by Cutter09 Gay adult/youth

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My Brother's Sons Keeper

  My brother, David, and I were inseparable as kids, growing up in small
town U.S.A. It was an idyllic life, just like in some of the old tv
shows. He was two years older, but never made me feel not welcome when
hanging with his friends, or excluded from activities he was involved in.

  We both eventually married, and I thought our lives were set. Though my
marriage didn't work out. Mostly because I discovered my wife spent many of
her lunch hours in the back seat of one or another coworker's cars. A
revelation I wasn't expecting or handled well.

  I had thought my marriage was as idyllic as my childhood. I was under the
misconception that I gave her all the sex she wanted. I was devastated, and
of course turned to my brother for support.

  I stayed at his house for two weeks, while my ex bitch moved out and on
with whoever. My two nephews, Eric and Alec, were very good at taking my
mind off of my problems, mostly by way of kicking my ass at video games.

  The boys were only ten and nine at the time. Eric was the spitting image
of his dad. Tall, darkly handsome already, with dark curly hair, and
smoldering eyes. Alec, a year younger, took after his mother. Lighter hair
and blue eyes, and slimmer features, to the point of almost feminine
looking.

  I finally moved on with my life, even dating a tramp or two. But my world
still revolved around David and his family. Weekend bbq's, fishing and
camping trips, and of course holidays, all spent with them.

  Then devastation struck again, three years later. David and Diane were
killed tragically. It seemed as though I was now paying for all the good
times I had while growing up. It was a debt that I thought too costly, and
suffered some bouts of depression over it.

  My one saving grace, was the boys. As their godfather and closest
relative, it fell upon my shoulders to care for them. I know for a fact,
that had it not been for that responsibility, I would have probably drunk
myself to death.

  David, being the somewhat pragmatic type, had everything worked out in
case something should happen. I really didn't have to do much as far as
being the executor of his estate, all funeral arrangements and insurances
were in order. There was even a large settlement from the trucking company,
but I don't want to even think about them right now. I'm still angry and
hurt over losing my brother.

  The proceeds from the insurance, settlement from the trucking company,
and sell of their house, would all go into a trust for the boys. I make a
decent living, and could support us without it. That is what David would
have wanted, that's why he put it in my hands.

  Eric was thirteen and Alec twelve when they became my wards. We were all
hurting, but I had to stay strong for them. I will admit to spending a lot
of time alone crying. Just going to the toilet, I would sit and cry while I
crapped. It was about the only alone time I had. Especially in the
beginning.

  I moved into their house, while I got it ready to put on the market. I
wanted to get the boys away from there as soon as possible, myself too. The
place just held too many memories. But I also wanted them to finish out the
school year, before uprooting them. They would need time with their friends
too.

  There was so much going on, I can hardly remember the days leading up to
the funeral. But after the funeral, back at their home, it all came
crashing down on us. It finally hit us that we would never see our family
again. Funerals have a way of finalizing such things.

  The boys had gone to their rooms, and I went to the master bedroom. I sat
on the toilet and cried. I started because on the way there, I heard
sobbing coming from Eric's room. It tore me up inside. There was nothing I
could do to unburden his heart.

  I pulled myself together after awhile. I thought I would warm up one of
the casseroles friends had brought to us. As I passed the hall bath I heard
Alec crying in there.

  "Alec?"

  "Ye... e... es," he sobbed.

  "You ok, little A?" I asked, using the nickname I gave him as a child.

  "No... o... o," He was really sobbing heavily.

  "Can I come in?"

  "Ye... es."

  He must have been taking a shower, when the crying jag started. The
bathroom was still steamy, and he was sitting on the toilet lid, naked, and
wet.

  I got on my knees in front of him and he threw himself into my arms. "I
didn't... get to say... goodbye. Or... tell them... I love them," he cried.

  "I understand how you feel, little A. I didn't either. But they knew how
you felt. Do you remember the poem you wrote them for their anniversary?"

  "Yes..."

  "Did you know they had it framed, and it's hanging in their bedroom. It
meant so much to them, as a symbol of how you felt. They wanted to preserve
it forever."

  "Really?" His surprise evident.

  "Yes. I'll show you," I said and picked him up and carried him to their
room. I have never held a naked twelve year old boy by his butt, and
carried him around. At the time, I honestly didn't even notice. I was just
worried about my nephew.

  One wall of their bedroom is covered in pictures of the boys at different
stages of their lives. Eric's first steps, Alec's first attempt at riding a
bike without training wheels, etc. There in the midst of it all, was the
poem.

  Alec sniffled and wiped his runny nose on my shoulder. Good thing I was
wearing a shirt. "Thanks uncle Mike."

  He slid from my arms, and I watched his bubble butt scamper from the
room. It dawned on me then, I had my hand on that butt.

  After a very quiet dinner of chicken casserole, the boys went to their
rooms. I cleaned up and turned out the lights and went to bed.

  I lay there trying to sort out the thousand different things I needed to
do, and didn't even hear them come in. One appeared on either side of the
bed, and climbed in. The room was dark, and I could barely make out that
they were both only wearing white briefs.

  I drew them to me, one under each arm.

  "Uncle Mike, are you going to die too? Alec asked.

  "We all will someday. You never know what life has in store for you. Your
dad knew that. He wanted to enjoy the time he had with you two. That's why
he took you fishing and camping and stuff like that. He loved you boys so
much, and he knew I love you too. That's why he made me responsible for
you. He knew I would do whatever I can to take good care of you two."

  "I'm sorry you're stuck with us uncle Mike," Eric said.

  "No more talk like that. You two are stuck with me. I could never fill
his shoes as a father. So you two are getting the short end of the
deal. I'm lucky to have you. Eric, you are so much like your father, I'm
happy to have you as a reminder of him. And Alec is so much like your
mother, a woman I loved as a sister. I'm the lucky one here. You two should
be worried about me messing up."

  Alec glanced over at the framed poem and said "I don't think you're going
to mess up. So far, you've done pretty good, uncle Mike."

  In the morning, I woke up with two boy boners poking at my sides. "Time
to get up boys," I instructed. I needed them to leave so I could get out of
bed without displaying my own erection.

  They crawled out, grumbling the whole time. Eric scratched at his ass as
they departed. In the morning light, I could clearly see their tented
briefs. It dawned on me that they weren't little boys anymore. It was more
than obvious that Eric had matured well into puberty, and Alec wasn't far
behind.

  By the time they got to the breakfast table, they were back in dark
moods. When they first awoke, it wasn't on their minds that their parents
weren't with us. Now, they were awake enough for it to be at the front of
their thoughts. I needed a distraction.

  "That new science fiction movie is showing at the Palace. Let's go see it
this afternoon."

  They grumbled agreement, so that's what we did. The movie was actually
pretty good, and even had some funny scenes. By the time we left the
theater, they were laughing and talking about their favorite parts of the
film.

  At dinner time, over another casserole, they returned to their somber
moods.

  "Eric, Alec, I know this is not what you expected at this time of your
lives. It's tough on all of us, myself included. But we need to move
on. Grief is difficult to process, but it must be processed, and dealt
with. I understand that you're hurting. We are fortunate because we all
understand what the others are going through. The best thing we can do is
be there for each other. If you ever want to talk or just a shoulder to cry
on. I promise I'll be there for you.

  Again I cleaned up and went to bed. I was barely drifting off when the
both appeared at my door.

  "It's ok fellas, come on in," I said and they dashed under the covers
with me. "Did you often sleep with your parents?" I asked them.

  "No," Eric proclaimed as if I had insulted him.

  "I didn't think so or there wouldn't have been a second child," I joked.

  Alec looked confused by the joke, but said "When I was little, I was
scared of loud storms, sometimes I would come in and they let me stay. I
think Dad would carry me back to my room after I went to sleep though. I
usually woke up in my own bed. What do you mean there wouldn't be a second
child?"

  Eric looked at his brother and said "Moron. If I had been in bed with
them, you wouldn't have been made."

  A light finally went on in his head. "Oh... You mean sex."

  "Duh... dumbass."

  "Eric! I just finished telling you two that we have to be here for each
other. Not try to make each other feel worse."

  "I'm sorry little A," Eric said using my pet name for Alec.

  "My A maybe little, but I'm big everywhere else," he said, grabbing his
crotch under the blanket and thrusting it up and and down a couple of
times.

  Eric and I both laughed about that.

  "I forgot how much guys your age like dick jokes," I said.

  "It's not funny when you leave a trail in the sand between your
footprints when you walk on a beach."

  "Oh really?" I egged him on.

  "Yeah. The last time Eric and I went fishing off that long pier. We
needed to pee. So we just flopped them out and hung them off the pier. Eric
said 'Man this water's cold.' And I said 'Yeah, and it's deep too.'"

  "Oh Jesus, don't get him started, uncle Mike," Eric advised.

  At least the evening ended on a good note. The next night they didn't
even bother to go to their own rooms first. They just came to my room at
night, undressed to their briefs, and climbed into my bed, seeking
comfort. For the rest of the week, the boys grew less gloomy, and I could
see them being supportive of each other.

  The boys went back to school, and I to work, trying to establish some
normalcy. By Thursday of the next week we were in a regular routine. I came
home from work and found the boys playing a videogame and decided to take a
shower.

  As the warm water cascaded over me, my cock began to rise. I realized I
hadn't relieved myself since before the accident. I knew it wouldn't take
long, so I went for it. My soapy hand felt good sliding up and down my
straining cock. I closed my eyes and let nature take it's course.

  It wasn't long before I was painting the glass shower wall with my
cream. I sighed in relief, after so long, and continued to stroke my
softening shaft. Finally, as I rinsed my hand off under the spray, I
noticed something in my peripheral vision. That's when I saw Eric standing
in the doorway.

  "Oh, shit, Eric. How long have you been standing there?" I asked, turning
my back to him, and stepping under the spray...

  "I'm sorry, uncle Mike. I didn't mean to spy on you. It's okay. I do it
too."

  "All guys do it, Eric. I just shouldn't let you watch me."

  "Well, you didn't exactly let me. But it was kinda fun," he laughed.

  "Did you need something?" I said, glancing over my shoulder at him.

  He had stepped closer to the shower stall. "I wanted to ask if we could
just order a pizza for dinner." His eyes still cast down toward my lower
half.

  "Sure. That sounds good to me. Would you hand me a towel?" I turned back
toward him, my cock still three quarters hard. I took the towel and began
to dry off. I don't know why, but I didn't mind him seeing my cock.

  Well, he already had, hadn't he. But it's not that I just didn't mind, I
think I actually wanted him to see it. I put the towel over my head and
dried my hair, taking much longer than necessary. With my eyes covered, he
could look as much as he wanted without embarrassment.

  As I toweled my hair, knowing he was looking, I felt my cock begin to
stir. It had only been a minute since I had cum, and I definitely felt it
thickening. When I removed the towel from the front of my eyes, I said,
"You're still here? Was there something else you needed."

  "Uh... oh yeah. Alec and I wanted to talk to you about something."

  "Okay. How about over the pizza?"

  "Ok. Uh... it's just as I remember it."

  "What?"

  "Your dick. I remember it was big. I saw it that time you took me to the
restroom at the football game."

  "That was like six years ago. You still remember that?"

  "Yeah. I remember thinking you have a big one like Dad's."

  "When did you see your Dad's?"

  "Those stormy nights when Alec would fall asleep in their bed. We had
bunk beds in one bedroom at the time. Dad would carry Alec in. I guess he
thought I was already asleep too. Sometimes he was naked when he carried
Alec in. I remember it being hard a couple of times, too."

  "Well, I guess with just the three of us guys living together, we will at
some point see each other in various stages of undressed."

  "Yeah, that's pretty cool. I was always worried about Mom waking me up in
the morning. You know, afraid she would see my hard on."

  "It wouldn't have bothered her. She would just be proud that her little
boy was growing up," I reassured him.

  "When you put it that way, I'm kinda sorry now that I didn't let her see
it," Eric lamented.

  Eric ordered the pizza while I was finishing in the bathroom.

  "So what did you guys want to talk about?" I asked, pushing a slice of
pizza into my mouth.

  "We were talking, and we kinda wondered about a few things," Alec said.

  "Okay what is it.?"

  "Our parents left everything to you, right?"

  "No. I'm just the executor. I am in charge of the estate until you boys
come of age," I explained.

  "So, this house is ours?" Eric said.

  "Yes."

  "Do we have to sell it? Can't we just stay here?" Alec followed.

  "If that is what you want. I just wanted to get you boys away from all
the memories here. But also, if you keep it, it will be very difficult to
divide a house. It's much easier to split the cash proceeds than a house."

  "Can we afford to keep it?" Eric is so much like his father.

  "Yes. The house is paid for. I would only have to pay the taxes and
insurance and maintenance."

  "We kinda like the memories here. Would you mind living here with us?"

  "I want you guys to be happy. If it will make you happy to stay here,
then that's what we'll do."

  At bedtime, they just went straight to my bedroom. "Another good thing
about staying in this house is you have a bigger bed here than your place,"
Alec said as he slipped out of his clothes.

  "Did you shower yet?" I asked him. I knew that Eric had just after
dinner.

  "No. Can I use yours?"

  "Sure. But don't stay in there all night. I know how boys your age are."

  "From what I hear, it's got nothing to do with age," he replied.

  I gave Eric a dirty look, and slid into bed. He climbed in after me, "I
kinda told him what I saw you doing."

  "I figured that out," I told him as he snuggled up under my arm. He lay
his head on my shoulder and faced me.

  "Are you mad?"

  "No. I just won't ever tell you any secrets. You couldn't keep them to
yourself if you tried," I said as I hugged him to me.

  I could feel his underwear clad dick against my hip. It grew hard in
seconds. He must have realized I could feel it, because he looked up at me
as I look down at him.

  "Sorry uncle Mike. I guess I was thinking about what I saw, and I haven't
... you know... for awhile."

  Knowing that he got hard thinking about seeing me naked, caused a
tingling in my own cock.

  "I hadn't either until today. Now I think I should have twice," I said
smiling down at him.

  I saw movement under the blanket, and felt his hand grasp my cock over my
boxers. "Yep. I think that would have been a good idea," he said, giving it
a squeeze.

  I reached over, and he leaned a little to give me access, as I gripped
his dick. "Maybe you should have also," I said, turning to face him.

  We lay there smiling and, squeezing each other's cock. I could tell he
was a good size for his age, and that pleased me. I think it was like pride
or something. My nephew was going to have quite a cock when he grew up.

  Alec came in with wet hair, and his briefs were wet also. He must not
have dried off too well, and put them on anyway. I could make out the
fleshy color of his dick through the material. His looked to be a fair size
too, considering his age.

  "What are you two talking about," he asked seeing us facing each other.

  "Just about the three of us living together in this house," Eric replied.

  I'm not sure what he meant by that answer, but I let go of his dick and
lay on my back as Alec snuggled his wet dick against my hip. Within a
minute, I had a boy in each arm and a hard boycock on each hip. As we
drifted off to sleep, I wondered about the ramifications of the last couple
of hours.  I don't know how long I was asleep, but I was awakened by Alec's
hand on my cock.

  "What are you doing Alec?" I whispered to him.

  "I wanted to see if Eric was lying about it."

  "Well now you know," I said.

  "Not really. I can't see it."

  There was a moment of silence, then he said "Can I?"

  "What?"

  "Can I see it?"

  I thought for a few seconds then said "Ok, but don't wake your brother."

  The bathroom light provided enough illumination, and Alec lifted the
blanket and pulled the waistband of my boxers away from my body. My cock
sprung toward my belly button, and Alec grasped it in his hand and held it
pointing at the ceiling.

  "Jesus! It is big," he said.

  "Shh... You'll wake Eric. Okay, you've seen it. Now go to sleep"

***

  Friday, I arrived home from work expecting to find the boys playing video
games. Instead there was no one in the living room. I heard music coming
from Alec's room, so I went there. The music must have covered the noise
made by me opening the door. I was shocked at what I saw. Alec was naked,
except for his briefs that were around his ankles. He was bent over his
desk chair with his hands on the armrests. His butt was swaying and
bouncing to the music. From my angle I could barely see the tip of his
circumcised cock bouncing around also.

  I stepped closer, and was about to say something when I happened to look
at his computer monitor. He was on a webcam site. He was putting on a show
for whoever was watching.

When I found my voice, I calmly said, "How many are watching?"

  Alec froze mid bounce. The color drained from his face.

  "How many?"

  He turned and looked at the monitor, "A hundred and sixty two."

  "Turn it off, and meet me in the living room," I said sternly and marched
out.

  He came out in his underwear, his dick had softened in fear.

  "How long have you been doing that?"

  "About ten minutes," he said hanging his head.

  "I mean how many times have you done it?"

  "Oh... this was the third time. But it's the first time I got naked."

  "And the first two times?"

  "I just flashed my dick a couple of times."

  "Tell me about it. All of it," I again was stern.

  "I found this website, and went on cam. I started talking to a couple of
guys, and they asked to see my dick. I was a little embarrassed at first
because I never did anything like that before. They seemed to like it so I
flashed them again. They asked to see my butt, but I didn't show it to
them.

"The next time I went on cam, there was like thirty guys watching when I
showed my dick. I liked them looking at it, and they liked seeing it. Then
they wanted to see my butt. I said maybe next time, and got off cam.

  "Today, a lot of the same guys were on, and started saying that I
promised to show my butt this time. I put on the music and kinda stripped
for them. And when they saw my butt, they loved it. So I was letting them
have a good look when you came in. Are you mad at me?"

  "You bet your sweet ass I'm mad. First, it's illegal for you to be doing
that at your age. Secondly, if one of those guys is good with computers, he
could find out where you live and kidnap you or something. We would find
your dead body in the river a week later. What the hell were you thinking
doing stuff like that?"

   He began to cry. I hate when they cry. Damn!

  "I'm sorry uncle Mike. I won't do it anymore. I promise," he said and
flung himself into my arms. "Please don't be mad at me."

  How does anyone stay mad at kids? I held him and smoothed the hair on the
back of his head.

  "I'm not mad. I'm just worried about what could happen to you. You can't
be pulling these crazy stunts, something is bound to go wrong, and you'll
get hurt. Where is Eric anyway?"

  "He went to a friend's house after school. He said he'd be home before
dinner."

  I squeezed him tighter, "Please don't be doing stupid things like
that. I"m only just a beginner at this whole parenting game. I can't watch
you twenty four hours a day. I have to be able to trust you not to do
things that will put you in harm's way. Understand?"

  "Yes uncle Mike. I promise. No more stupid stunts."  When I finally let
him go I asked, "Would your father punish you for something like this?"

  "Yes. He'd probably take my computer away."

  "Ok. No computer for you for a week. Is that reasonable?"

  "Yeah. Dad would have made it a month. Can I ask you something?"

  "Sure, you can ask me anything."

  "All those guys that were watching, it was a sex thing right?"

  "Yes."

  "That's why they wanted to see my dick, right?"

  "Yes."

  "Then why did they want to see my butt, if they could already see my
dick?"

  At first I thought he was joking. Then I could see the confusion on his
face. "Um... You've heard the word 'fuck' haven't you?"

  He nodded and looked at me like I was the dumb one.

  "You know what it means, right?"

  Again he nodded.

  "Well, they wanted to see your butt, so they could imagine fucking it."

  It was like a light went on in his head. "OH! Really? People do that?"

  "Yes."

  "Have you ever done that?"

  "Well, not with a guy, and not with anyone as young as you. But, yes I've
done it."

  "Your big dick fit inside a girl's butt?" he asked astonished.

  "Yes," I laughed.

  He looked at me a moment as if in thought. Then said, "Uncle Mike, They
all said I have a beautiful butt. Do you think I have a beautiful butt?"

  "Well, I only got to see it a little from the side, but I'm sure you have
a nice butt," I laughed again.

  Alec spun around, dropped his underwear, and bent over a bit, poking his
butt out toward me.

  "Oh, Jesus" was all I could manage. My cock instantly rising in my pants.

  "Well?" Alec asked.

  "Uh... You have an absolutely amazing ass," I choked out. I couldn't take
my eyes off it. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to kiss it. My God, I wanted
to fuck it!

  Alec stayed there for a minute then slowly pulled up his briefs. He
turned back around facing me. His erection evident in his white briefs.

  "You have a hard on uncle Mike," he pointed out.

  It was true, and undeniable. "Yes... well it's been awhile since I've
been in the company of a naked person."

  "You like my butt too, don't you uncle Mike?"

  "Uh... yeah."

  "What are you guys doing?" Eric said. Neither Alec, or I even heard him
come in.

  "Just having a discussion about behavior," I answered.

  "With Alec in his underwear, and both of you with hard ons? Must have
been some great discussion," he said smiling.

  "Yes, well, uh... I think I will go pick up some fried chicken for
dinner. You boys try to behave while I'm gone," I said, and turned to
leave.

  My car must have auto pilot or something. I don't even remember driving
to the KFC store. Alec's butt was the only thing on my mind. I had to sit
outside and do geometry equations in my head to get my cock to go down
enough to go inside.

  After dinner, I told the boys to get showered and we would watch a
movie. I went to take a shower, and donned my boxers and a tee shirt. The
boys were waiting when I came out. They wore only their briefs, which
didn't help my situation at all.

  "Uncle Mike, what do you want to watch?" Eric asked.

  "I don't care. Whatever you guys want. You know it might be easier on you
guys if you would just call me Mike. Leave off the uncle part, unless you
are introducing me to someone."

  "Sounds good to me, Mike," Eric said. Alec just nodded.

  The tv in the living room is huge, with surround sound stereo, and it's
like being at the theater. They chose some action movie, and we sat
watching. I on one end of the sofa, Eric on the other, Alec in the
middle. During one rather loud scene when the alien robots attack, Alec
climbed up in my lap, laying his head on my shoulder. My arms automatically
went around him. My left hand landing on his thigh.

  As the scene progressed, he squirmed around on my lap. At the end of the
scene, I realized that his gorgeous butt was right on my cock. Only two
thin pieces of cloth separated them. Of course my cock began to rise and
didn't stop until it reached its full potential.

  Alec smiled at me, and whispered in my ear. "You really do like my
butt. I can feel your hard on." Then he slid his butt back and forth
slowly.

  "Why are you torturing me?" I whispered to him.

  "Same reason I tortured those guys on cam. You like it and so do I."

  I looked down at his crotch, just inches from my hand. He was hard as
stone too.

  Alec remained on my lap until the end of the movie. Which meant that I
remained hard until the end of the movie.

  "You boys go on to bed, I'll be there after I lock up," I said, knowing
they would go to my bed instead of their own.

  Alec got off my lap and made a point of looking at my crotch. The opening
of the boxers had split a bit allowing a glimpse of my erection beneath. He
smiled at me before heading to the bedroom.

  I considered going for a wank before entering the bedroom, but decided I
might get caught if they came looking for me.  They were in bed waiting for
me. I crawled in from the foot of the bed, so that I would be in the
middle. As I slipped under the covers, they slid into my arms.

  "We're really glad you don't mind us sleeping with you Mike," Alec said.

  "I love you guys. I want you to feel safe and happy. If that means
sharing a bed for awhile, that's okay."

  "We love you too, Mike," Eric said, and they both kissed my cheek.

  I lay there enjoying having my boys with me. After a few minutes I
assumed they were asleep. The image of Alec's butt replayed in my head. The
scene I walked in on as he wiggle his butt for an audience, then giving me
a private show, also flying through my mind. My cock was remembering the
feel of his beautiful ass sliding on it.

  I couldn't take it any longer and tried to slip out of bed without waking
them. Alec stopped me by putting his hand on my chest and pushing me back
down.

  I lay back, and his hand slid down to my hard cock. "I'll take care of it
Mike," he whispered as he slipped his hand under the waistband of my
boxers.

  "Oh Jesus," I moaned as he gripped me and began stroking. I closed my
eyes and let him take over my cock. Then I felt him tugging at my boxers
and I lifted my hips so he could slide them down. He went back to stroking
me, Soon I felt his warm wet mouth engulf the first few inches of my iron
hard cock.

  "Oh God!" I exclaimed, but didn't stop him. I must have been rather loud
because I noticed Eric raise up. He watched as his brother's, blanket
covered head, rose and fell over my crotch.

  "Is he sucking your dick?" he whispered to me.

  "Mm hmm," I moaned.

  Eric's hand went into his underwear, and obviously began stroking his own
cock.

  "Does it feel good?"

  "Oh god yes," I replied.

  He stopped stroking, and pulled down his briefs, exposing his nice six
inch [15 cm] cock. I could see a small patch of dark pubes at its base. He
raised the covers off me so he could watch his brother in action.

  "Oh shit. Alec... I'm gonna cum... Alec... I'm... Ahhh..."

  He forced his mouth further onto my cock and I exploded in his
throat. When I finished shooting, he drew his mouth off, then licked any
excess cum from the shaft.

  "Did you like that Mike?" he asked while still staring at my cock.

  "God, yes," I said.

  He looked at me then noticed Eric watching him. He glanced down at Eric's
erection, and crawled over me and between Eric's legs. Alec swallowed his
brother's cock before he could decline. Once Alec was into it, there was no
way Eric was going to make him stop, not that he wanted to anyway.

  Eric grabbed his brother's head and began fucking his mouth. "Damn, Alec,
you have an awesome mouth."

  Alec seemed to have no problem handling his brothers entire cock in his
mouth and throat. He sucked him like he was born to it. Eric didn't last
long, and fired his load in Alec's mouth.

  Eric collapsed on the bed, and Alec crawled back over me to his side.

  "I can only guess that wasn't your first time doing that," I said.

  "Yeah, little A, where did you learn to do that?"

  "Remember a few months ago when Jonathan spent the night?"

  "My best friend Jonathan? Yeah, why?"

  "Well I got out of bed to pee, and walked in on him jerking off. He said
if I promised not to tell on him, he would make me feel good. So I
promised, and he sucked me. Afterward, I saw that he was still hard, so I
sucked him too. We've done it a couple of times since then."

  "You've been sucking Jonathan's dick, and neither one of you told me?"

  "Well you don't just go up to your brother and say 'Guess what, I've been
sucking your friend.' now do you?"

  "No, I guess not. But why haven't you ever ... you know... sucked mine
too?"

  "I wanted to, but I was scared. Then the accident happened, and well, I
kinda forgot about it," Alec explained.

  "So you just decided to wake uncle Mike with a blow job?"

  "No. It's my fault he couldn't go to sleep. I was kinda teasing him
during the movie."

  "Now I'm pissed at Jonathan. First for taking advantage of my little
brother, then for not telling me where I could get a blow job. What kind of
friend does that?"

  "Don't be too hard on him. Your brother didn't tell you either," I
pointed out.

  "Please don't let him know I told you," Alec pleaded.

"Okay, but, promise you won't blow him anymore. If you want to suck a dick,
there are two at home for you."

  "I actually have to partially agree with Eric on this one. It's like I
said earlier, you can't be doing stupid stunts like that. I know that
Jonathan isn't a stranger, but you just can't go around sucking strange
dicks. It's dangerous," I added.

  "But, you guys will let me? I mean, I kinda like doing it."

  "Oh yeah. Definitely," Eric smiled.

  "Do you really like it Alec?" I asked sincerely.

  "Yeah. Especially yours. It's so big. And Eric's is bigger than
Jonathan's, and taste better too. Well, at least his cum does."

  "Eric, do you remember me telling you we need to help each other?"

  "Yeah."

  "Well, your brother needs help now," I hinted.

  "Help with what?"

  I gestured down to Alec's obvious erection in his briefs.

  "You want me to suck him?" he asked in disbelief.

  "Only if you expect him to do it for you when you need it," I answered.

  "Shit. Can you cum yet, little A?" he asked, obviously worried about
tasting cum.

  Alec grinned and nodded. "For a couple of months now."

  "Shit," Eric said. But crawled over me to his brother. "Tell me before
you do it. Okay?"

  Eric reluctantly pulled Alec's briefs down, exposing a hard four and a
half incher [11 cm]. Hesitating only a second, he took the plunge and
swallowed his brother's dick. Alec's head went back on the pillow, he
moaned and closed his eyes.

  I watched my nephew as he sucked his brother's dick, with more enthusiasm
than I expected. Alec's breathing became ragged, his hips lifting and
withdrawing to Eric's sucking mouth. He was holding back but it was too
much for him.

  "I'm gonna cum," he warned.

  I saw his stomach muscles tighten, his head lifted a bit as his hips came
up. I expected Eric to pull back and jerk his brother to completion, but he
took Alec's dick to the root and accepted the load of cum. When Alec
relaxed, Eric continued to suck, finally pulling off with a slurping
sound. He swallowed the last of his brother's spunk, licking his lips, and
squeezing the dick in his hand.

  "That was pretty good, little brother," he complimented Alec, surprising
me as well as his brother.

  "You're not mad I shot in your mouth?"

  "You took mine. I figured I should take yours too."

***

  Saturday morning, we had just finished breakfast, when the doorbell
chimed. I opened the door to find two huge policemen staring back at me.

  "May I help you officers?"

  "Are you Mike?"

  "Yes. What's this about?"

  "We have a court order to pick up Eric and Alec."

  "What? This is some kind of joke right?"

  "Afraid not sir. Their grandparents have petitioned the court for
guardianship. It's all explained in the order. Now if you will produce the
boys, we can get this over with quickly."

  "Now wait just a minute. I am their legal guardian. What grandparents?
There must be some mistake."

  "Sir, if you will step aside, and not make this any harder than it has to
be. We are leaving with two boys in tow, even if we have to use force," the
officer said as he placed his hand on his gun holster.

  I convinced the officers to let the boys pack a bag. They were crying and
didn't understand what was happening. I read the court order as they
packed.

  Diane's parents were behind it. I had never even met them. I had always
heard that Diane didn't get along with her parents, and never really
thought much else about them. Now I wish I had paid closer attention to
whatever happened between Diane and her parents.

  My attorney, Pete, is also a close friend, fortunately, so I have his
personal phone number. After a long tearful goodbye with Alec and Eric, I
called him.

  "You have to obey the court order," he explained.

  "I did. They took the boys with them."

  "Okay, good. I will need any documentation you have referring to the
boys, or the estate. Their last will and testament, insurance policies,
everything you have," he said.

  "How could they do this?" I asked, still not believing it.

  "They probably just found a sympathetic judge to sign off on it. The
question is, why? When is the hearing?"

  "It says on the twenty fifth."

  "Okay. Don't worry, Mike. The law is actually on your side, it just
doesn't seem that way for now. We'll get this straightened out."

  I spent the entire weekend pouring over David's files. As I said earlier,
he was very picky about such things. He was also a bit of a pack rat. He
never threw anything away. I even found his 'Certificate of Graduation'
from kindergarten. Who the hell keeps those silly things. Oh yeah,
David. His home office/library was full of stuff, all in neat order. He was
pretty compulsive about things.

  I found all the documents Pete had asked for. I also found the family
photo albums. Dozens of them. Every birthday, holiday, vacation, all neatly
bound in books, safely trapped behind cellophane.

  I sat at my brother's desk looking through some of them. I knew I missed
my brother, now I was missing my nephews too. I cried at seeing the boys
blow out candles on their birthday cakes, David showing Eric how to cast a
fishing line, Diane kissing David under the mistletoe their first Christmas
after marrying. She must have been about four months pregnant at the time.

  Monday morning I was waiting in front of his office when Peter
arrived. We had no more than entered his office, when my cell phone
rang. It was the boy's school asking why they were not there. I made some
excuse then hung up.

  "They didn't send the boys to school today," I told Peter.

  "Well, they probably just want to spend some time with their grandsons. I
wouldn't get too upset over it," he replied.

  "I don't know, I think something isn't right," I worried.

  "Tell me about them. What are they like?"

  "There's nothing to tell. I've never met them. In fact, I was looking
through the family photo albums, and there isn't even one picture of
them. Not at any event or gathering. Not even at the wedding," I explained.

  "That does seem odd. Or it could be exactly why they did this. They've
been excluded from their grandsons' lives, so now they want to be a part of
it. But don't worry. We'll get them back," he said reassuringly.

  I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep. I was a total wreck. I felt like a
cloud of doom hung over my head. I spent the rest of the day looking for
answers in David's office. I had searched just about everywhere for
anything I could find. I had no idea where her parents lived even.

  David kept a file on each member of the family. Shot records, birth
certificates, etc. There were no files on Diane's parents.

  I looked through Diane's file and found nothing unusual, at first. I was
at the end of my rope. At ten o'clock that night I gave up and went to
bed. Of course, I couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned until after
midnight. Finally giving up on that idea, I went back to the file cabinet.

  I found my file and wondered what David might have kept of mine. There
was my 'Certificate of Graduation' from kindergarten too. Which brought
tears to my eyes. I have no clue how he got that or all the other stuff
from my childhood either. He even had my old report cards from elementary
school.

  Among all the memorabilia, there was an envelope with my name on it. I
assumed it was an old valentine or something long since forgotten. I put it
back in the file and kept digging.

  David must have convinced my mom to let him have all this old stuff, once
we were married and away from home. Most of my childhood was represented
there in one form or another.

  Giving up again, I closed the file cabinet. I then remembered the
envelope with my name on it and was curious as to which third grade girl
had a crush on me. With my luck, and knowing David, it was probably just
clippings from my first haircut or something.

  I pulled out the envelope and went to the kitchen. It was after three in
the morning. I was exhausted and brain dead. I would have to call in sick
again at the office, but that would have to wait till someone got there
around eight.

  I made a cup of hot tea, and sat at the table. All I could think about
was what was I going to do without the boys. They had saved me from the
loss of my brother. I was totally devoted to them. What if Diane's parents
wouldn't let me see them again?

  In the midst of a crying jag, I glanced down at the envelope on the table
in front of me. I needed a laugh, and hoped that its contents would provide
one.

  Inside was a handwritten letter from Diane.

  Mike, You are the brother I never had. David and I are both very fond of
you, and I, in particular, am happy that you are in my life.  If you are
reading this, it is because we are no longer around. I have no doubt that
we have chosen wisely to put our children in your hands. Make no mistake,
it was a joint decision which I am one hundred per cent in agreement with.
I must explain to you that my parents are not to be allowed anywhere near
my children. I know this is an unusual request, but not unfounded.

  I was granted emancipated minor status at the age of sixteen. I don't
want to go into any detail, but it has taken years of therapy to get over
them.

  If something happens, God forbid, I have a friend that can help. Under
extreme circumstances, dealing with my parents, just call this number and
say "Quicksilver" at some point in the conversation. He will know what to
do.
 Matthew 555-1212

  I'm not going to give you a lot of parenting advice. Just be the loving
and considerate person that you are. Follow your instincts, we trust your
judgement.  Diane

  Well, this was a revelation. I had no idea about her past. It certainly
explains why her parents aren't in any family photos.

  But was this extreme circumstances? It does say she doesn't want her
parents near the children. And who is this Matthew? I don't recall them
mentioning a Matthew.

  At eight, I called in sick. I had barely hung up when my phone rang. It
was the school asking about the boys again. Now I was even more worried.

It was time to make that call.

  "Hello."

  "Uh... I was told to call this number. Is this Matthew?"

  "Yes."
  "This may seem a bit odd. But I was told to say 'Quicksilver'."

  The was a moment of silence. Then he said "Is this Mike?"

  "Yes."

  "Can I assume Diane's parents have the boys?"

  "Yes," and I proceeded to tell him the events of the last few days.

  "Meet me at 319 Maplewood drive, in one hour," Then the line went dead.

  When I turned onto Maplewood, I could see the emergency vehicles, and
knew that was the house. Four police cars, two ambulances, one fire truck,
and other official looking cars. I had to park half a block away and walk,
well actually I ran, to the house.

  On the front lawn, lay a man and a woman, handcuffed behind their
backs. They were shouting obscenities at officers. Leaning on one of the
police cars, was a tall, distinguished looking older man. I instantly knew
he was Matthew. I actually had met him once before. He had walked Diane
down the aisle at her wedding.

  He stepped in front of me preventing me from charging into the
house. "You don't want to go in there. Let them do their jobs. It will make
it all official."

  Two EMS guys came out with a gurney. Alec was on it. Followed by two more
with Eric in tow.

  I started shaking if fear. Then Alec turned his head and saw me. "I knew
you would come."

  "Uncle Mike!" It was Eric. "We didn't sign it. I promise."

  That was all I got as the paramedics wheeled them away.

  "Where are you taking them?" I screamed at the paramedic.  "They'll be
fine. They're taking them to Mary Mercy Hospital," Matthew said as he
prevented me from jumping into the back of an ambulance.

  I turned and looked at him. "I know you."

  "Yes we met briefly at the wedding."

  He explained that he had been Diane's child advocate attorney in her plea
for emancipated minor status. It was granted only if Matthew watched over
her. They grew close, close enough that Diane wanted him to stand in as her
father at the wedding.

  "I was actually a little hurt that they chose to make you the boys'
guardian over me. But Diane had suspected something like this would happen,
so I was relegated to back up."

  "Why did they do this?" I was asking when a policeman stepped up.

  "Are you the uncle?"

  "Yes, officer. What happened?"

  "When the grandparents refused to produce the boys, we had to forcefully
detain them so we could search the property. We found your nephews tied up
in the basement. It appears they have been beaten and starved for a few
days. We also suspect some sexual abuse."

  "Sexual abuse?"

  "Yes. They were naked when we found them, and there was a bit of blood
... well... near the youngest ones anal area."

  "Oh my God. Why would they do that? What is wrong with them. Beating and
starving children, then raping them?"

  "It seems they wanted the boys to sign over their inheritance to
them. The oldest boy... Eric... said they kept telling them to sign some
paper. When they refused, they tied them up in the basement then every time
they refused they would beat them. The boys haven't had anything to eat or
drink since Saturday night."

  I looked over to where the grandparents were, just as two officers were
assisting the grandfather to stand.

  A rage like I have never felt came over me. I strode over to him,
ignoring Matthew calling for me to stop. My days of playing soccer, and the
pent up anger, combined to deliver a nut shattering kick to the man's
groin.

  Even with an officer holding each arm, gramps was lifted a foot off the
ground by the blow.

  One officer turned to the other and said "Man I hate it when they trip
and hurt themselves. Don't you?"

  "Yeah. It's a lot of paperwork, but worth it somehow," he smiled.

  I turned on grandma, who immediately screamed and curled into a fetal
position, expecting similar treatment. Instead, I spit on her and walked
away.

***

  It was six hours in the waiting room before I was allowed to see Eric and
Alec. And three days before they were released.  From what I understand,
the charges against the grandparents will insure they will never see the
outside of a prison again.

  Back home, the boys continued to sleep with me, although we had no real
sexual contact. Well, other than having raging erections around each
other. They were reluctant to speak of what happened, and I wasn't going to
push them.

  Then one night about two weeks later, Eric was in the shower, and Alec
and I were waiting in bed. He was lying in my arms, and he snuck his hand
under the waistband of my boxers and grasped my cock. I tried not to react,
but I was hard in an instant.

  "Mike?"

  "Yeah, little A?"

  "You said you had put this in a girl's butt, right?"

  "Yes."

  "Did she die?"

  "What? No!"

  He was quiet for a moment. "When he did it to me, it hurt real bad, and
his dick was a lot smaller than yours. It even made me bleed back there."

  "I'm so sorry that happened to you, little A. He was trying to hurt
you. He wasn't... well... making love to you. He wanted to degrade and
control you."

  "So it's not always like that?"

  I drew him closer. "No baby. It's not."

  "If I tell you something, do you promise not to be mad?"

  "You can tell me anything, I'm always here for you."

  "I was thinking that I might be gay. But after what happened... I
mean... I don't want to be gay if it has to hurt like that. I kinda liked
sucking you and Eric, and even Johnathan. And I wanted to ... well you know
... do that. But I'm scared now. What if I can't do it? I used to think
about it a lot when I would jerk off. I never think of girls or doing
anything with them. Only boys. Now, I just don't know."

  I could hear the emotional turmoil in his voice. Then I felt the tears on
my chest as he hid his face from me. Emotional pain can be worse than
physical pain. I couldn't stand to see him hurting like this. What would
David and Diane do if they were here? If they were here, this wouldn't be
an issue. Diane had said in her letter for me to follow my instincts. Shit.

  I pulled Alec's hand from my boxers, and started to get up. "Wait here,"
I told him.

  "Are you mad at me?" Alec cried.  "
  "No baby. I just have something to take care of."
  I went into the bathroom, and found Eric just getting out of the
shower. His dick looked red and swollen.

  "Did you just jerk off?"

  He looked a little sheepish then nodded.

  "Damn. Remember that night when I told you your brother needed you. Well
he needs you again."

  "You want me to suck Alec again?"

  "No. I want you to fuck him."

  "Uh... I'm sure I misunderstood you."

  I explained what happened and what I wanted him to do. "Do you think you
can get it up again for Alec?"

  "I've been wanting to fuck somebody for a long time. Since that night,
I've thought about Alec several times. Have you seen his ass? It's
incredible."

  "Yes, I know exactly what you mean," I answered and my cock rose in my
boxers again. Eric noticed and smiled.

  "Yep, you've seen it," he laughed.

  I gave Eric very specific instructions, and went to the living room.

  An hour later, Eric came out, nude, and went to the kitchen. He returned
with a bottle of water, gave me a thumbs up sign, and went back to the
bedroom.

  Another hour later, both boys came out. They were laughing and horsing
around, their dicks flopping about. Alec sat beside me and kissed my cheek.

  "Thanks uncle Mike. Will you come to bed now?"

  I stood and he pulled at my boxers. "You have on too many clothes."

  My cock was already semi hard from seeing the boys naked. They seemed
pleased to find me that way, as Alec drew my boxers to my ankles.

  We all got into bed, with a boy on each side of me. "You were right when
you said we should be there for each other when they need us," Eric said.

  "Yeah. Eric gave me what I needed, for sure. Twice," Alec laughed.

  "You delivered pretty good too, little A," Eric hinted.  I looked at him
in surprise. He just smiled at me and nodded.

  "I think I'm still feeling a little needy though," Alec said as he
reached for my very hard cock.

  "Should I leave so Eric can take care of you?" I asked

  "No silly. I want you to do it. I've wanted you for a long time. Now, I
think I'm ready."

  I was glad to hear that, because I really didn't want to leave again. I
wanted to be there for whatever action occurred. Being involved was a
bonus. A great bonus.

  Alec pulled at my cock indicating I should move into position between his
spread legs. Eric applied lube to my cock, and sat back to watch me fuck
his little brother.

  I'm a bit larger than Eric, but entry wasn't difficult. A thorough
fucking, and two loads of Eric's cream, had him pretty opened up. Once I
hit the six inch [15 cm] mark, it was virgin territory, and Alec responded
to the deeper penetration with guttural moans of pleasure. I didn't want to
hurt him, but he kept pulling at me wanting more. Soon my balls were
against his ass. Alec moaned heavily, and a bit of cum dripped from his
dick. He reached up and pulled me down to him, kissing me on the
lips. After a minute, he was moaning in my ear, begging to be fucked
harder. I was happy to comply with his wishes.

  I had never been in a more receptive orifice. Nor had a lover who wanted
it, even needed it, more than Alec. His butt was made for fucking, and so
was he.

  Thankfully the next day was Saturday. We spent the entire day in bed,
only getting out for nourishment. Sunday was a repeat. Two young boys and a
man, can produce a lot of cum in two days. The bed was a mess, and so was
every opening we had.

  Alec spent most of the time with a cock in one hole or the other,
sometimes both at the same time. He delighted in every form of sex we could
deliver to him.

  I got to watch Alec fuck Eric, but I didn't get to fuck him. He only let
Alec do it to him. It was something he saved for his brother only.

  Both boys sucked me, and I happily sucked them as well. I even let both
of them fuck me. Something I never thought I would enjoy, but did
immensely.

  Since that weekend, we still sleep in the same bed. We take care of each
other's needs, and we love doing it.

  Alec is definitely gay. Eric dates girls, but we relieve him of his 'blue
balls' after an unsuccessful date.

  My life is dedicated to my boys. I will never remarry, probably never
even date another woman. Alec has made no mention of ever leaving me, so I
won't ever need to stray.


The End
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