Date: Wed, 21 Oct 2015 20:16:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Db Byron <db.byron@yahoo.com>
Subject: Boys Will Be Boys Part Five M/b Incest

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Chapter Five: "After The Rain Comes The Snow"

The sound of rain and thunder permeated the walls of our basement game room
as my family, Billy and Damien, rode out Hurricane Philacio.  The storm was
hammering the area and had already knocked out our power.  Which left us to
hunker down in the lowest and safest room in the house, in the glow of
battery lanterns.  We were all gathered around on a makeshift bed; That
Jacob and I had made by arranging several mattresses in the middle of the
room to form one giant bed.

Normally during such severe weather, it would have been only our family who
was having to ride out the storm but despite the storm's forecast, Jacob
had invited his friends Damien and Billy over for a sleep over.  I was
surprised that their parents were willing to allow them to come over during
the storm but I suppose Damien's Uncle Max felt the boy was in safe hands
with us.

However, Billy's foster parents' decision to allow him to sleep over was
truly unexpected.  Especially given that none of us had even had the
opportunity to meet them yet.  That struck me as a somewhat careless way to
care for a boy like Billy; Who had been placed in their guardianship after
having such a traumatic experience with the death of his Mamma and Daddy.

His foster parent didn't know us from Adam and it worried me, that they
would trust total strangers to look after the boy for the weekend and
during a hurricane no less.  Although, I guess they trusted Coach Roberts a
great deal.  Because he was the one to help us arrange the sleep over and
he'd apparently spoken highly of us to them.  His word was good enough for
them I guess and I'd picked Billy up from his office at the soccer field,
before returning home with Jacob.

Though it was great to see the boy again and to have him over for the
weekend, I was the first to admit, that I was feeling much more anxious
than usual with regards to his safety.  Given what he'd been through
recently, I didn't want anything to happen to him while he was in our care.
That caused me to pay extra close attention to him during his stay and to
make sure he was as comfortable as possible.

We'd been hunkered down in the basement for quite a few hours and he and by
this time Billy still wasn't feeling comfortable enough to get naked with
us.  Not that I expected him to or anything.  But given that he'd been
willing to get undressed with us on prior visits, it did raise a red flag
for me to see him refusing to join in the nudity.  Unlike the rest of us,
he was still half-dressed and was wearing the cutest pair of tighty-whities
I'd ever seen him wear.

Come to think of it, I'd almost never seen him in anything other than his
soccer shorts or a jockstrap.  So this was a new look on him and I was
enjoying the diversity.  However, it wasn't until I had a chance to talk
with him, that it became clear as to why he was wearing them.

Despite not feeling comfortable enough to get naked, he did feel
comfortable enough to confide in us some details of his new home and foster
family.  From our conversation over a game of Monopoly, I learned that his
new foster parent was a local preacher.  He told us the name but it didn't
ring a bell for me.

However, Mark said he'd heard it mentioned in passing a few times.  As if
that wasn't interesting enough, he said he'd heard it in conversations at
Dipsticks.  Which immediately made me wonder, given the type of men who
frequented that place.

Then came the revelation, that the man had taken in many other boys in the
past and that some of them were still living with him at his home.  Billy
was apparently the youngest of the boys in the household and had found
himself being the low man on the totem pole.  He was often ignored due to
the fact, that there were so many other boys in the house fighting for
attention.

To make matters worse, each of the boys had prior backgrounds like Billy's;
Meaning they had been sexually or physically abused, before being placed in
foster care.  That's when the clarification came as to why he was choosing
to keep his underwear on.  He explained, that without supervision those
same boys had begun to abuse one another.  Thus making Billy feel that he
should never be naked in the company of others again for his own safety.

Surely, a thin layer of fabric wasn't going to protect him from being raped
but it would deter the aggressive boys by making it a bit less inviting and
harder to attack his already abused boy hole.  Needless to say, after this
conversation he wrapped himself in a blanket to further protect himself as
he played the board game with us.  He was clearly feeling vulnerable and
seeing him like that really upset me.  It bothered my Dad as well, who
quietly pulled me aside and encouraged me to be extra friendly and
supportive to the boy; In hopes that he might warm up to us again.

After all, we were as close to family as the boy had now.  It hurt us all
to see him in such dire straights and I was determined to do all that I
could to make him feel at home while with us.  I made it a point to sit
beside him and to talk with him as much as I could.  It wasn't easy
befriending a boy as shy and nervous as he but after some time, I'd gotten
him to relax somewhat.

At least to the point, that he was willing to let me run my hand over his
thighs as we played the board game.  We must have sat like that for nearly
an hour or more, before each of us tired of that position and he laid down.
I laid myself behind him and watched over him as we finished the game.

Then Damien helped pack the pieces back into the box and returned it to the
shelf.  In the meantime, I snuggled up to Billy a bit more and our combined
body heat quickly exceeded our comfort level.  At which point, he pulled
the blanket back to cool off and I put my arm around him.

He was nervous as I laid down behind him and put my arm around his slender
body.  I could feel his muscles tense up as I very slowly and gently ran my
fingers over his sexy, toned, little abs.  He began to breathe harder and I
knew he was getting scared.  So I tried to ease my approach a bit and
watched as Damien had himself a seat on the couch with my Dad and Alex.

The three of them sat there together with their eyes focused across the
room at Billy and I.  It was while they stared at us, that I noticed my
Dad's hand reach around and between Alex's tiny spread legs as he began to
fondle the boy.  Soon afterward, Damien's hand reached around to join him
and before long, the two of them were jointly molesting little Alex; Who
for his part was smiling and moaning softly with pleasure.

As we listened to the sounds of the boy enjoying himself, I kissed Billy's
ear and whispered, "It's alright.  Remember, it's just me.  I would never
hurt you."

An with that, I thought I was building his confidence but just as I moved
my hand close to the waistband of his undies, I heard him whisper, "No...
No, don't..."

That made me nervous and I brought my hand to a stop.  I let it rest there
for a few moments, while I waited to see if he was going to relax again for
me.  It took him several minutes to calm back down and his muscles to
relax, before I felt it safe to continue.

By this point, he was staring straight ahead at my Dad and Damien as they
jointly fondled little Alex.

"He looks happy, doesn't he?"  I asked softly.

"For now..."  Billy whispered.

"He's in safe hands."  I whispered, "He sure looks excited to be so close
to his Grandpa."

"It always starts out that way."  Billy whispered, "But then it gets scary.
He won't like it then I bet."

"But that's why it's good that he's with a man he can trust.  When it gets
scary, he'll be safe with his Grandpa and he knows that."  I whispered,
"That's why boys need men, to guide them and to teach them how not to be
scared when the time comes."

"I use to have that but now there's only other boys around when it happens
to me and I get scared."  He whispered and his voice cracked.

Hearing him say that, made my heart ache for him and all I could do was
hold him closer.  I instinctively pulled him close and in doing so, placed
my hand over his crotch.  That's when I felt his little boy dick pressing
hard against the inside of his undies and I knew he was turned on.

"Ohhhmmmm..."  He gasped as my hand took hold of him.

"Tonight you won't be scared.  Tonight you're with a man.  You're with me
and I won't ever hurt you.  Trust me, Billy."  I whispered as I slowly and
gently groped him.

Then I heard him exhale deeply as I held him and began to fondle him
through his undies.  His heart was racing but he was doing his best to
relax.  I knew he was giving it a leap of faith and I appreciated his
effort.  He was nervous but there was no way I was going to hurt him.  He
just needed to trust me and that's what he was trying to do.

Together we watched those on the couch and listened to the moans Alex was
making.  All the while, the sound of rain, wind, thunder and the occasional
pool ball rocketing around the billiards table filled the air.  You've have
thought with all the sexual tension in the room, that Mark and Jacob would
have been right there in the thick of it.  But actually they were busy
playing pool on the other side of the room and hadn't been paying any of us
a bit of attention.

They had no idea what they were missing.  Because I tell you, it wasn't
long until the sexual tension was thick enough, that you could have cut
with it a knife.  My fingers were trembling as I built up the nerve to slip
my hand inside Billy's undies but once I did, I took hold of his throbbing
3" cut, little boy cock.

"Oh, Billy.  Mmmmmm.  You're such a big boy."  I moaned, "You're the most
grown up boy in the whole room.  All these other boys are little compared
to you."

Which was true, because he was older than all the other boys.  However, I
was stretching the truth a little when it came to his penis size.  Because
despite his older age, he and Jacob were equally endowed.  Which made me
wonder which of the boys was going to have the biggest cock, once they
reached puberty.

Of course, that was only an after thought as I slowly felt the length of
his shaft and said, "You're a young man.  An as a young men you are in a
pretty awesome position, you know that?"

"Yeah?"  He asked curiously.

"Oh yeah."  I whispered, "You can have the best of both worlds.  An adult
cock up your butt or tiny boy pussy, that you can fuck all on your own."

"Mmmmmm."  He moaned at the thought.

"Yeah, you like that idea?"  I asked and he nodded slowly.

That's when I knew my Dad must have been paying very close attention to us,
because he began to re-position little Alex in his lap.  He put the boy's
feet up on his thighs and scooted him up to show off his tiny butt for us.
An once he was in position, I reached over to a flashlight, that was laying
on the mattress and flipped it on.  Then I pointed it towards him,
revealing his perfect little hole to Billy's curious eyes.

"Look at that, Mmmmm.  He's showing you his hot little boy pussy."  I
whispered.

"It's so tiny and pink."  He whispered back.

"MmHmm.  It's beautiful isn't it?"  I whispered.

That he seemed to become too nervous to answer but his little dick was
saying it all for him.  I could feel his cock throbbing as it pressed
against my hand, inside his underwear.  I knew he needed to free himself of
those tight undies and so without even thinking, I shifted my hand lower
and worked him right out of them.  He laid perfectly still as I pulled them
down his legs and off.

Then I returned my hand to his stiff boner and resumed stroking it as I
whispered, "There, Mmmmm.  Now don't you just want to slide, right up
inside him?  Right up his tiny pink hole?"

"Not if it hurts him."  He whispered back, "I'd never hurt him like that."

I could tell he was concerned for the boy's well being and for that I had
to applaud him.  However, at the moment his concern was getting in the way
of me pleasuring him.  So I had to think quickly of a way to alleviate his
concern and keep things moving along.

That's when I whispered, "Even if he begged you to?"

An he took a moment, before replying, "Well, I guess if he really asked for
it.  I mean if he was really, really sure."

An that's when I knew I had him.

"Yeah, Mmmmmm.  I think he'd like that."  I whispered, "That pretty little
thing was made to be fucked."

"I could fuck it?"  He whispered.

"You could fuck it, Billy.  Fuck it and cum up inside it, real deep."  I
whispered.

Just when I thought we were getting somewhere, Damien hopped down from the
couch and moved in the way, blocked our view of Alex.  However, now his own
tiny butt was facing us and shining in the glow of the flashlight.  It
might not have been as young as Alex's but it was definitely experienced
and as he sat there on his knees between the boy's spread legs, it provided
an even better suggestive target for Billy's fantasies; For which I was
trying desperately to navigate, through the boy's narrow-mind.

"An that one there, Mmmmmmm.  I know you could fuck that one too.  He loves
to get fucked."  I whispered, "He loves boys with big cocks like yours."

An to my surprise and relief, Billy whispered, "I'd fuck him."

Hearing those words roll off his tongue sent shivers down my taint and I
knew I'd found the boy's soft spot.  I jerked his little cock in my hand
and licked his neck as we both starred at Damien's little butt as it
wiggled back and fourth in front of us.  Almost as though it were tempting
the two of us without even trying.

It wasn't until we heard Alex begin to moan and shake wildly, that I
realized Damien had been helping my Dad to give the boy a barrage of dry
orgasms.  The sight and sound of which, should have been enough to get Mark
and Jacob's attention but alas, they were still playing their game of pool.
Albeit they were each now sporting full erections and what had caused that,
I wasn't completely sure.

Although, they weren't the only ones who were turned on mind you.  As
suddenly, Billy felt himself getting close to cumming and laid on his back
as his tender young cock began to ejaculate all over his sexy little abs.

"Mmmmm!  Mmmm!  Mmmmmmmm!!!!"  He moaned and shook.

By which point, Damien had turned around and was staring right at him as he
watched the fresh load of cum spew out across the boy's stomach.  He must
have feared it would go to waist, because he hopped up from where he was
sitting and crawled over in a hurry to come lick it up.  Without even
asking, he stuck out his tongue and went to town licking up every drop of
Billy's steamy hot sperm.

"Oh wow!"  Billy gasped.

"Mmmmm."  Damien moaned as he lapped it up.

"I've never seen another boy do that before."  Billy said.

I smiled and said, "He's a regular little cum-dumpster isn't he?"

"I love cum.  It tastes so good.  Mmmmmm."  Damien said as he licked his
lips.

"See, I told you.  He loves it."  I said with a smile.

"How about up your butt?"  Billy asked somewhat bluntly but it brought a
huge smile to Damien's face.

"Oh yeah, Mmmmm!  I take it up there all the time."  He said proudly.

At that moment, I didn't fully realize just what a little sex-monster I'd
just created, accidentally on purpose.  But he was about to be unleashed on
the world and I wasn't about to stop it.

"Do you think I could put mine up there too, maybe?  You know, if you want
it?"  Billy asked.

With that, Damien nodded and before I knew it, he was crawling his way over
Billy's lap and preparing to straddle him.  I laid back and watched as the
two boy's positioned themselves and one happily sat down on the other.  By
the way he sat down, you'd have thought the boy's hole was
self-lubricating.

Billy's dick slid right up Damien's hole with incredible ease and they both
moaned, "Mmmmmmmm!"

I laid beside them and gently rubbed Billy's sexy little abs, while the
younger boy rode his little cock.  Watching those two going at it
solidified one important fact for all of us in attendance; It was clear
Billy now had a healthy fear of bottoming but when it came to topping, he
was more than willing and eager to poke a tiny boy hole.  An Damien was
equally eager and willing to provide it for him.  Just seeing the way the
younger one rode the older one was exciting as well as captivating.

Billy was an amateur top but with the potential to be one great little
stud-fucker.  While Damien was an experienced and greedy little
cum-dumpster; Who was quickly showing the elder boy the ropes of pleasing a
bottom boy.  Their body language said it all as they showed each other what
they knew.

Finally, with all the action taking place only feet away from him, it
didn't take long for it to spark the interest of my Nephew.  He came
walking over with his Daddy right behind him.  They'd suddenly lost all
interest in playing their pool game and were happily eyeing the boy on boy
action happening beside me.

Jacob got down on his hands and knees to crawl across the bed to me as he
watched his friends fucking.  He nodded his head as if to give his approval
of what they were doing, before coming to a stop between my legs.  That's
when I looked down toward my feet and watched him as he reached out for my
8" cut cock and leaned down, taking it in his hot little mouth.

His warmth swirled around my shaft and I let out a moan, "Mmmmmmmmmmmm!"

Seconds later, Mark dropped down to his knees and I watched him as he
buried his head between his Son's butt cheeks.  Jacob arched his back and
wiggled his little butt.  All the while, licking and sucking his Uncle's
cock.  With one hand on Billy's chest, I placed my other hand atop Jacob's
head of brown hair and guided him as he bobbed up and down on me.

Billy watched with wide eyes as Jacob slurped on my shaft like a hungry
little pig.  The only thing missing was the sound of him squealing.  Which
as luck would have it, would come not so long after he'd worked me up good.
His hot lips had me ready to fuck him and his hole was good and wet from
the tongue lashing his Daddy was giving him.

So needless to say, when the time came my Nephew crawled up and straddled
me to take a position beside his friend Damien; Who was actively riding his
fellow teammate.

"Yeah, show 'em how it's done, kiddo."  I said and he happily sat himself
down on my rock hard cock with the help of his Daddy.

Who was lined me up with the boy's puckered hole and guided him all the way
down, until my balls met his little rim.

"Ohhhhh!  Ohhhmmmmm!"  Jacob moaned.

Both Damien and Billy watched as my Nephew's talented little fuck hole
accepted every inch of my cock, before he slowly began to ride me as he
tried to match Damien's rhythm.

"Look at him go.  Go, Jacob.  Go.  Ride it."  Damien said encouraging his
friend.

Mark watched from behind as the boy bounced himself on my shaft and he gave
me a smile.  I'd seen that look before and knew my Brother was up to
something.  I put my hands on Jacob's waist and looked into his eyes, while
he fucked himself hard with my cock.  His hole felt good as it slid up and
down on me but nothing could compare to the feeling that was coming next.

That's when Mark inched himself closer and between my legs as he lined
himself up with his Son's hole and I felt the head of his hard cock press
against my shaft already inside him.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!  Shitttttttt!!!!"  Jacob cried out and laid his head
down on my chest as he began to cry.

I caressed his back and held him down, while his Daddy and I stretched his
little rosebud hole with our big adult cocks.  By the time Mark's hairy
balls had finally met mine, Jacob was crying into a puddle of his own tears
on my chest.  Which drew an immediate reaction from both Billy and Damien.

"You're gonna kill him."  Billy said but Mark was quick to reassure him.

"Nah, don't let him fool you Billy.  This is what he loves.  It's what he
lives for."  Mark said as he ground his shaft as deep as he could into his
crying little boy's hole.

Then Damien nodded and said, "Jacob's my hero.  He can handle it.  He takes
all the big dick."

"Ahhhhmmmmm!"  Jacob cried.

However, Billy wasn't convinced just yet.

He reached over and patted Jacob on the back and said, "Tell me you're ok,
Jacob.  Please."

An my Nephew raised his head to say, "Ohhhhh shitttttt!  More!  Ohhhhh!
More!  Ohhhhmmmmm!"

That was Mark and my cue to begin fucking his little butt good and hard.  I
held the boy down, while the two of us pistoned our cocks in and out of his
hot rosebud hole to the point of filling the room with the sound of our
heavy balls slapping his gaping rim.  He cried and sobbed for all it was
worth to show us just how much he was loving his hole abused, and Billy and
Damien watched in amazement.

I kissed the top of his head and told him what a good boy he was, while
Mark leaned down and nibbled his ear.

"We love you, baby."  Mark whispered, "You make us feel so good, Mmmmmm!"

"Yeah, Mmmmmmm!  You take such good care of your men.  Your rosebud feels
amazing tonight."  I whispered.

Hearing our loving praise for him, only added to my Nephew's tears as he
laid his head firmly on my chest and cried.  An in that moment, maybe it
was just me but I could hear the way his tears of pain turned to tears of
joy.  Sure he was full-on bawling his eyes out as any boy would with two
full sized cocks shoved up his butt, but the way he hugged me and
completely submitted himself to the two men in the room that loved him more
than anyone else, made it clear that he was happy to be getting fucked.

An to be sure, his two adult lovers were more than happy to fuck him.  All
he had to do was lay there and let it happen, because we were giving his
little hole hell and we weren't about to stop until it was good and
stretched.  He licked my chest through his tears and I caressed him
lovingly as Mark joined me in pummeling his fuck hole.

Billy watched in awe as his friend took a serious fucking from two full
grown men and cried for more.  It seemed to turn the horny little soccer
player on to see my Nephew being abused so rough.  At least once he knew it
was something Jacob wanted and before long, he was grabbing hold of
Damien's little hips and helping the boy to bounce on his boy dick.

I don't know how many times Billy came up inside Damien's boy pussy but if
the way he closed his eyes and shivered in pleasure was any indication,
than he must have bred him a good half-dozen times.  All the while, Mark
and I were hammering Jacob's hole on our continuing mission to breed our
little lover.  I could tell from the way Mark's balls had tighten, that he
was getting close and I wanted to dump my load at the same time as him.

So I thrust up to meet him as he thrust down and together we rubbed our
cocks against each other, inside Jacob's hot hole, until I felt the
steaming hot cum of my Brother swirl around the head of my shaft.

"Oh fuck!  Ohhhhmmm!!!  Aaauugghhhmmmm!!!"  Mark groaned and I joined him
as I unleashed my load, "Oh fuck, oh yeah!  Aaaauuuggghhmmm!!!!"

My hot seed joined my Brother's inside my Nephew's hole and in that moment,
the three of us had become one.  Our bodies hot, sweaty and connected as we
expressed our love for each other in the presence of two cute little horny
boys.

Jacob was out of breath and motionless as he cried on my chest.  I rubbed
his back to comfort him, while his Daddy slowly eased himself out of the
boy's abused hole.  Then Mark laid down beside me, sweaty and out of
breath.  An I gently rolled Jacob off of me to lay him between us as we
both covered him him sloppy kisses.  There was no disputing which boy in
the room had the most attentive lovers and I'm pretty sure Jacob knew it by
the way he glowed, after having been fucked full of incest love.

With that, we each drifted off to sleep; Leaving Billy and Damien
presumably to continue their fucking well into the night.  It wasn't until
I awoke many hours later at some point in the early morning, that I found
Damien's bare butt in my face as he slept in the fetal position beside me.
I sat up and covered him with a blanket.

Then I looked around the room at everyone soundly sleeping and listened
closely.  I could still hear the rain and wind outside but it appeared that
the thunder had begun to subside.  The room was otherwise quiet and the
lack of sound made it difficult for me to go back to sleep.

Usually I slept with a fan on but without power, I didn't think to bring a
fan downstairs.  However, as I looked around the room, I spotted one of our
battery fans that we often used when we went camping.  So I got up from the
bed and walked over to get it.  I picked it up and turned around to find
that Billy had opened his eyes and was watching me as he laid there next to
Damien.

He put his arm around the boy and smiled at me as if to say, 'thanks for
showing me I could be a man'.  I smiled back at him and returned with the
fan in my hand.  Then I set it down on the floor, beside the mattress and
turned it on.  The sound was subtle but it was enough to help me get back
to sleep.  I laid back down and looked across the room at the couch; Where
my Dad and Alex were sleeping.

They looked very cozy as they slept cuddled in each others arms, wrapped in
a blanket with Alex's stuffed tiger clutched in his hands.  Then I reached
over and dimmed the light on the battery lantern, which we had forgotten to
turn off, before going to sleep the first time.  The room grew darker and I
snuggled up behind my Nephew with the fan calmly blowing on my head.

It was just the right amount of noise to help me get back to sleep and it
wasn't long before I had drifted off to sleep again.  After that, I
wouldn't awaken until much later in the morning.  It was around 10am, when
I felt Jacob crawl out of my arms and I rolled onto my back to stretch.

I opened my eyes and saw my Dad and the boys had gathered around the
billiards table and were eating breakfast.  Mark on the other hand, was
still sleeping next to me and I leaned over to him to plant a soft kiss on
his lips.  Then I pulled the covers over him and got up from the bed to
join the others.

Everyone was whispering as so not to wake Mark and they were eating bowls
of cereal without milk.  It didn't look the most appetizing but since the
power was still out, there was no chance of us having cold milk in the
fridge or so we thought.  So we had to made do with bottled water to drink
and raw cereal.  Thankfully it was the frosted shredded wheat and tasted
pretty good even without milk.

Once we were finished eating, my Dad and I headed upstairs to check on
things.  We stepped out into the hallway and were shocked to find that it
was unexpectedly cold inside the house.  We both looked at each other as
the goosebumps began to form on our skin.  Not only was it cold but it was
really cold.  Like unseasonably cold.

Without taking another minute to look around further, we both darted back
to our rooms to put on some clothes.  Afterwards, we returned fully dressed
in sweatpants and sweaters as we continued our look around the house.
Inside, nothing appeared out of place but outside was like another world.
We stepped outside through the front door and discovered a tree branch that
had fallen in the storm.

It was huge and leafy but luckily it hadn't caused much damage, when it
fell across the back of my Dad's truck.  The two of us were able to shift
it and managed to drag it away from the truck without any problem.  It was
after we'd cleared the branch and had walked around to the back of the
house, that we were really surprised.

We stood in the backyard, in the middle of what was left of the grass,
after most of it had washed away and had washed down hill into the lake;
The waters of the lake were higher than we had ever seen them before and we
guessed that it must have risen a good 5 feet or more.  It was enough to
cover the dock and railing completely.

As we stood there shivering in the shock of seeing that, we noticed some
snow flurries in the air.

That's when my Dad turned to me and said, "Jimmy, I don't think we're in
Kansas anymore."

I slowly nodded my head in agreement and raised my hand to catch some
falling snow flurries.  It was truly bizarre to see winter weather in the
middle of summer.  It was probably a once in a life-time event but it was
undoubtedly a once in a century event.

In fact, the only similar such weather occurrence was back in 1993; When
the Storm of the Century came through our area.  It was an epic storm, that
I remembered well.  In the southern states it was referred to as the 'No
Name Storm'.  It arrived much like Hurricane Philacio had.  Only the 'No
Name Storm' wasn't a hurricane but a large cyclonic storm that formed over
the Gulf of Mexico and brought with it severe weather in the form of both
summer-like weather heavy rains, tornadoes and damaging winds as well as
winter-like weather of 4 to 8 inches of snow and plummeting temperatures.

Of course, we didn't know the particulars of the current weather event
until much later.  As it would turn out, Hurricane Philacio had arrived in
mid summer and had somehow managed to meet a cold front traveling south
from Canada; Which was being steered by the jet stream into the lower 48
states.  The unusually temperate cold front was out of season and very
possibly due to the effects of climate change.

The National Weather Service had once again failed to predict such an
unprecedented weather phenomena and thus wasn't able to prepare us for what
to expect.  Other than to say, that a hurricane was coming and that it
would dissipate relatively quickly after landfall.  There was no prediction
of the cold weather that would follow but nevertheless, we found ourselves
faced with it.

My Dad and I stood in awe outside for several minutes, before we were
joined by four naked boys; Who had come running out of the house to find
snow flurries blowing in the air and that sent them into a wild fit of
excitement.

"It's snowing!"  Jacob yelled.

"Oh my God!  It is!  It really is!"  Damien yelled.

We turned around and watched as they each ran around the yard with their
arms waving in the air as they tried to catch the snow flurries in their
hands.

"This is so cool!"  Jacob yelled.

"No, it's cold.  Damn cold."  Alex said as he rushed up to my Dad and
hugged his leg.

His Grandpa picked him up and wrapped him in his arms to keep him warm as
they watched the other boys running around.  Billy on the other hand,
didn't take more than a few steps outside the backdoor, before turning
around and going back inside.  I figured he was probably the smartest one
of us all by going back in where it was warm.

That's when I called to Jacob and Damien to come inside and my Dad and I
made out way back in through the backdoor.  Since it was so cold out, my
Dad thought it best to open the refrigerator door to keep the stuff inside
from spoiling.  At least until the power came back on.  So I opened it and
left it open, before returning to the basement with the others.

Once back downstairs, the boy's got dressed and we made plans for the day.
As I said before, the cold weather was something we hadn't prepared for and
without electricity, it was going to be a challenge keeping warm.  Normally
we would have started a fire in the fireplace but because of the heavy
rain, all the wood we had piled up outside was soaking wet.

Thankfully, we had a lot of camping supplies and among them was a propane
heater and small propane tank.  Before the basement temperature was able to
really drop, we connected the tank to the heater and set it up in a
clearing near the corner of the room.

I don't think it had been used in some time but once it was ignited, it
began to glow and it's radiant heat started to fill the room.  It wasn't
until then, that Mark finally woke up and saw the boy's huddled around the
heater.

He sat up with a quickness and asked, "Jesus, how long have I been asleep?"

The boys turned to him and Jacob said, "Daddy it's winter outside."

Then Mark turned to my Dad and I, and I said, "No, seriously.  It really
kinda is."

"Well, shit.  Wake me up when summer comes back 'round."  He said, before
laying back down and pulling the covers over his head.

An with that, Jacob crawled over to him to force him to get up out of bed.
After which, we explained the situation and he too was awestruck by the
drastic change in the weather.  It wasn't until some time later, that one
of us had the brainstorm to go to my car and turn on the radio to get the
local news.  It was then that we learned the before mentioned details of
the storm and received word of the effects it had, had on our local
community.

It was going to be a long day and for some parts of the area, there was
going to be a lot of clean up to do but at least we were all safe and warm
with plenty to eat and drink.  The coming hours and days were sure to be
interesting.

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