Drawn West

By Jim002

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Eight

We walked down the sidewalk to the stable. Several people said hello and wished us a happy Christmas. One man tipped his hat to me. I wondered why. I put my hands in my pockets to keep them warm. I touched the gold coins Harry had given me. Receiving them was sure a surprise. I was walking next to Joe, who was carrying my box. I looked at him and thought again how handsome he was. The horse Pa bought was standing just outside the stable with a blanket or two on him. There wasn't a saddle on him. I wondered if Rafe was going to ride him bareback. There were two other horses. I stopped and petted our horse while Pa and Joe went to get Rafe's wagon.

"It's cold out here, isn't it, boy," I said to the new horse.

I smiled as the horse snorted.

Joe opened the stable door and Pa rode Rafe's wagon out onto the street. Joe walked over to me, lifted me up, like I weighed about a pound, and placed me on the wagon. That display of strength made my cock hard. I sat next to Pa. I'm going to follow you on my horse," Joe said.

I nodded.

Joe went back into the stable.

I looked behind us. The back of the wagon was full. My box of liquor was there. I was very excited, but it had started to snow and it was dark, although a lamp was lit and was giving off some light. I was a little worried and wished Rafe was with us. He knew the way much better than we did.

"Can the two horses pull all this?" I asked.

Joe rode out of the stable and pulled alongside of us.

"Daryl was wondering if the horses can pull all this. Do you think so?" Pa asked him.

"Did Rafe load the wagon?" Joe asked.

"Yes. And he would have said something," Pa said, nodding.

"I don't know the way, but he does and he knows his horses. You ready?" Joe asked.

"We are!"

As we started up, several people on the sidewalk waved at us and wished us happy and merry Christmases. We waved and wished them the same.

We headed out of town. The path to Rafe's cabin followed a ridge that was swept by the wind, it seemed. That was good, because I really didn't want to get snowbound. The town might be tiny, but at least it was a town. I wished we could live in town, but I understood why it wasn't wise. Once we had the new house, with room to move about, it wouldn't be as bad being stuck at home.

"What's in that red box?" Pa asked.

He was talking about the liquor. "Christmas presents."

I put my hand on Pa's crotch. I felt him stiffen. I squeezed his erection. Pa opened his coat.

"Here, get inside."

I scooted as close as I could and he wrapped his coat around me. Pa kissed me, and not as a pa. I sucked on his tongue as it moved in my mouth.

"Hey!" Joe said.

Pa pulled away and laughed.

"You'll get plenty when we get home."

"Is that right, Daryl?" Joe asked.

"It absolutely is!"

I could barely see Joe's grin.

"I wish I could grow a beard," I said, thinking Joe's was probably keeping his face warm.

"If your face is cold, use your scarf," Pa said.

"I'd rather use Joe's beard to keep my face warm," I said, smiling.

"I'd tie my horse ter the wagon and join you if the wagon wasn't so full lookin," Joe said.

Pa nodded.

"Has Daryl always had a taste for man cream?"

Joe asked Pa.

"I think so." Pa looked at me. I nodded.

"I liked Pa's from the very first squirt." I said.

Joe thought that was hilarious.

"I gots to tell you. Havin a boy to feed, the way my pa fed me, makes me real happy. Man milk from Pa and Tom made me so big," Joe said.

"I hope I'll be drinking yours every day, Joe," I said.

"Good. I can feed you two or three times a day."

"I'm impressed!" Pa said.

"Daryl, I'll tell you what me pa told me, anytime you want a drink, just pull my meat out and have you a suck. It made pa real happy when I went lookin for him in the fields or barn and had me a suck. Tom sure liked it, too. You'll make me real happy, if ya do it."

"I'll do it!"

"The same goes for me, Daryl," Pa said.

I leaned against him.

"I love you, Pa."

"I love you, son."

"I think I love you, too, Joe, but I won't be sure for about ten minutes," I said, grinning.

Joe and Pa laughed.

"I can wait," Joe said. "Don't want to."

I chuckled.

"You have a sister, too, right?" I asked.

"Yeah. She's older. She married the neighbor's son when I was bout three. She still did most of our cookin after Ma died. She'd cook it at her house and bring it over. I don't remember my ma, much."

"What did Rafe still have to get?" I asked Pa.

"Food, mostly. When he was here this morning, he ordered some food for tonight and tomorrow from a couple of maiden ladies. Rafe told me they were very happy when he asked them. It seems they are barely getting by. The food should be ready by now."

I nodded.

"Are you hungry?" Pa asked me.

"I am."

"Alan, can I fuck Daryl?"

Pa laughed.

"Don't expect me to pass him over there to you!" Pa said.

Joe and I both laughed.

"But I cain?"

"That is up to Daryl, but I know what his answer will be."

"And my answer is YES!" I said.

"Where is Joe going to sleep?" I asked Pa.

"All four of us can't fit on Rafe's bed. Joe will be sleeping on the floor."

I frowned. That wasn't good. But there wasn't room for another bed, and Rafe's bed was full with the three of us.

"It won't be bad. We got seat cushions from Carpenter. We're going to line them up on the floor and his blankets will go on top of them."

"But how will I sneak into bed with him?" I asked.

Pa laughed. "Sneak? In that cabin? You'll just have to do it without sneaking."

"It will be jus fine," Joe said. "You'll sleep on your stomach in my bed. I'll lay on top of you."

"And his pecker inside you will keep him from slipping off onto the floor," Pa said.

All three of us laughed.

I shook my head. My butt was sure going to stay sore, with three men taking their pleasure from it!

"I'm going to have to keep a corncob stuck up my ass to keep man milk from draining out of it all day!" I said.

"I'm feedin you mine, darlin," Joe said. "It's the closest to bein a pappy I'll get."

"You're my Daddy Joe."

"Yup."

"Pa, did you shoot so much man milk into my mouth to make me bigger?" I asked. "You gave me so much!"

Pa didn't answer. In the darkness, I couldn't see much.

"No, son. I can't claim that is the reason. I did it because..." Pa sighed. "I'm a pervert."

"I don't think you are!" I said.

"Daryl, I loved seeing my own son's lips wrapped around my pecker. I loved hearing him swallow my milk. And I loved seeing my son's asshole stretched tightly around my man meat. Those are the acts of a pervert."

"Sounds normal to me," Joe said. "I sure did it."

"Me, too!" I added. "I loved it before I knew you were my father and I loved it even more after I found out."

"That's because we're all perverts," Pa said.

I stood up and cheered, loudly.

"I'm just glad you didn't have a sister. I might have gotten her pregnant," Pa said.

"Happens all the time," Joe said. "Gettin em pregnant."

"Does it?" Pa asked.

"Oh, yeah. Wife dies, leavin a daughter and her pa gets horned up and drunk and takes her. Sometimes the brothers, too. They get to likin it and keep at it. They's a family up higher in the hills, named Anderson. They's like that. Story is, the daughter, Drusilla, always has a babe. Her pa and her five brothers are the only men for miles and miles, and visitors ain't welcome. People whisper about it. Wonder if they know who fathered who."

"They're much more perverted than us!" I said.

Pa laughed.

"My pa fucked me cause my sister was married. I's sure he wanted pussy more than boy ass," Joe said.

"Do you wish you had a daughter?" I asked Pa.

"No. I'm a man lover, Daryl. I married your mother because my father told me to and because I wanted kids. But if you had a sister, I'd have preferred you. But to be honest, I'd have been tempted to fuck a daughter at least once. My pecker does all my thinking for me, and it always has."

I nodded.

The horses knew the way. That became obvious quickly. Pa and I kissed while our hands explored each other's bodies.

"I'm about to shoot in my trousers, watchin the two of you," Joe said.

Pa pulled back and grinned at me.

"You need to take care of your Daddy Joe when we get to the cabin," Pa said to me.

"Listen to your pa," Joe said.

I laughed.

"I plan to take care of my Daddy Joe as often as possible," I said.

Joe cheered.

I heard a noise. It was soft. Maybe a whine of some sort.

"What was that?" I wondered.

"What was what?" Pa asked.

"Did you hear something?" Pa asked me.

"Yeah."

"What did it sound like?" Pa asked.

"An animal of some kind," I said.

"Joe, did you hear an animal of some kind?" Pa asked.

"No. I did not hear a animal of some kind."

Something was strange about that. But we were in the middle of nowhere, in the dark, while it snowed. It didn't seem important.

I rested my head against Pa and started to drift off. But it was like trying to sleep on the stagecoach from Chicago. Every time I fell asleep, we hit something that shook us enough to wake me up. It was a little better than that on the snow, but I gave up anyway.

I reached into my pocket and pulled out the gold coins.

"Look what Harry gave me for Christmas," I said to Pa. Joe tried to see, so I held them out further, ready to close my fist quickly if the wagon bounced.

"That was generous of him, I think," Pa said.

"What you gonna buy with em?" Joe asked.

"I'm going to save them in case you start charging for sex," I said to Joe.

Joe and Pa laughed.

"I know, being my father, you won't charge to fuck me," I said to Pa.

"That's true. It would wrong for a father to charge his son to fuck him."

I laughed.

"Joe, just how common is incest out here?" Pa asked him.

"Prolly lots of it. Most folks don't admit it. If a man is desprate, he'll fuck anythin. And ifin he's drunk and desprate..." Joe shrugged. "Firewater's cheap and a man's daughter or sister might be the only woman for miles. Not everone hides it. I don't. Once I talked to a man in Deadwood saloon. A mountain man, come down for supplies. He was drunk. Told me his wife and two daughters was all pregnant. Said he planned to keep em that way. Started rubbin hisself while he talked about how sweet twould be when the next crop of daughters and granddaughters was ripe for him. I didn't know what ripe meant. He said breedin age, eleven years. 'Land needs more white folks,' he said. 'I'm jus doin my part.'"

"Eleven! Damn!" I said. "Can girls have babies that young?"

"Some can," Pa said. "And I'm sure he didn't mind if they weren't fertile, yet."

"But eleven's so young!" I said.

"Daryl, you were eleven our first time," Pa said.

"But you weren't getting me pregnant!" I told him.

Pa nodded. "You're right. That's a big difference."

After a while, the horses sped up on their own. I wondered why, but then saw a dark spot that had to be the cabin. The horses walked to the barn. Pa and Joe unhitched them while I went into the cabin and got the fires going. By the time I did that, Pa came in carrying things. Joe walked in. I heard a noise. I realized Joe was holding something under his coat. He squatted and took a puppy out, grinning at me. I sat on the floor and held my hands out. Joe put the puppy on the floor.

"Must be some kind of animal," Pa said.

I laughed.

"Hey, boy!" I said to the puppy.

"Girl," Joe said.

I clapped my hands and the puppy ran over to me. She was fuzzy and brown. I picked her up and held her.

"Is she from both of you?" I asked.

"Nope. Me," Joe said.

I carefully hugged him.

I figured she needed to go outside and relieve herself. I put her down and she squatted and pissed. Then she started exploring while I tried to think of a name for her. She turned around and came back to me. It was awfully cold. I picked her up. I held her up to my face and she started wiggling. I couldn't stop smiling. I was very happy. We walked back into the cabin. It was already warm enough to take off my coat.

"There's water for her over by the fireplace and something for her to eat, too," Pa said.

"Thanks, Pa."

I took her over there. I sat cross-legged on the floor while I watched her. Joe joined me. I smiled at him. I took his hand and held it.

"I'm real pleased you like her."

I scooted closer to him and he put his arm around me. I glanced down and saw Joe was very hard. It was amazing to me that I had three men in my life

"Tom said you fergot all bout him after you saw me."

I looked at Joe. "I guess that's true. That's what he wanted, though."

"Mebe, mebe not."

"What do you mean?"

"Tom liked having a cute young buck chasing him, probably," Pa said. Joe nodded. "Then the next day, you ignored him."

"I like Tom a lot, but I thought he wanted me to be with Joe, not him. Should I do anything about it?" I asked.

I was going to be as friendly as I could with Tom. He was a good friend and it upset me thinking I'd hurt him.

"He probably is glad you are with Joe, it was just sudden," Pa said. "What do you think, Joe?"

"That's it."

"Do you want to suck Brother Tom again?" Joe asked me.

"I wouldn't mind. Would he want that?"

"I think so. He was sayin to me that you suckin him reminded him of when we was young, when I wanted his cream."

"He told me he wouldn't give me any," I said.

"It's probably the fact that you wanted it that he liked," Pa said.

"Tell him you wanta suck him, but only if he give you his milk," Joe said.

I nodded. "He is handsome. Not as handsome as his brother, though." Joe smiled.

I rubbed the big bulge in Joe's pants.

"That's your other present," Joe said.

I smiled. "I like it!"

Joe stood up. He unbuckled his belt. Just then we heard noise from outside. Joe buckled his belt.

"Shit!" I said. Joe and Pa laughed.

I put my coat back on and went outside. It was Rafe on the new horse, followed by a wagon with two women. They stopped in front of the cabin.

"Rafe!"

"Hey, Daryl."

Pa and Joe came outside.

Rafe got off his horse and led it to the barn.

"Howdy! My name is Flora and this is Annabelle," one of the women said, as she got down off the wagon. I walked up and she held out her hand. I shook it.

"I'm Daryl, and this is my father, Dan uh Alan, and this is Joe."

I was embarrassed. But it was hard to think of Dan as Alan. I was better off with 'Pa'. I didn't have trouble remembering he was really my father, but thinking him as Alan was hard.

"Howdy, Joe. Name's Danaalan?" Flora asked Pa.

"Just call me Alan," Pa said.

"We've got the food for your Christmas dinner," Flora said.

When I'd heard maiden ladies were making the food, I'd assumed they were older maiden ladies. These two women weren't old. Flora looked like she was in her thirties. Annabelle looked younger. Annabelle was dressed like a girl and Flora was dressed like a man. It brought to mind Calamity Jane. I wondered if Calamity ever came to town. I wanted to meet her.

"All the stuff in the wagon is yours," Annabelle said.

We walked over to the wagon as Rafe came around the house. There was a lot of food. Some was wrapped up, but a lot wasn't. I saw four pies of some kind, a lot of cookies, several loaves of bread, and a lot more. And that was what wasn't covered up. All of it had to be frozen, but it sure looked good! We carried the food into the cabin.

"You boys saved our bacon," Flora said, as she put food on the table. "We was just about broke. We was both dreading a diet of venison and rabbit and nothing else, til spring. Rafe paid us way too much, but it is appreciated."

The puppy was going to get stepped on, so I picked her up and held her.

Annabelle walked over to me.

"Anytime you want to see her mother and her other pups, you're welcome," Annabelle said to me. Joe must have bought it from them.

"How big is her mother?" I asked.

"Not big. She isn't going to scare mountain lions off, but she gives plenty of warning."

"Are there a lot of them around?" I asked, worried.

"Dogs?"

"No! Mountain lions. Do they kill many people?" I asked. I was getting a little worried.

"No," Rafe said.

"They ain't much interested in folks for food, sept for little kids," Flora said. "Don't mess with them

"You got more to fear from bears," Rafe said. "If you see a cougar and he looks interested in you, pick up a stick or a rock and be ready to fight him. You seem scared, he'll attack."

"You hit that cougar with a stick or a rock and it'll run," Flora said. "Bear'll just get mad at ya, won't run."

I nodded. I'd already asked about bears from a man on the stagecoach. I turned to Annabelle.

"Is her fur long or short?"

"Longish."

"That's good for such a small dog," I said. Annabelle nodded.

"Her grandmother came from Scotland," Annabelle said. "Daddy..."

Annabelle got tears in her eyes and turned away from me. I guessed her father had died, and probably not that long ago.

"Rafe was telling us you bought the Yardley place," Flora said to Pa.

"Yes."

"We knew the Yardleys. Terrible sad," Flora said, shaking her head. "He said you ain't plannin to live there."

"No. When I saw the graveyard, it was just too depressing," Pa said.

"Sad," Flora said, shaking her head. "The land is good, though. Frank Yardely, rest his soul, was an idjut. He did everthing wrong, everthing! The outhouse pit were next to the well! You couldn't tell the man nothin. 'The well is deeper than the pit', he'd say. Then when his kids got sick from the well water, he had some injuns do a dance about it! When that didn't work, he threw a raccoon in the well."

I laughed. "Why?"

"He wanted to see if the water killed it. The coon died down there. Probly hit its head and drowned. That didn't do that well water one bit a good! Frank sent one of the kids down to get it, and the rope broke. The kid was down the well for half a day. Came up sick, carrying a dead coon."

"Sarah Yardley was so sweet," Annabelle said. "But she worshipped the ground her husband trod. His word was gospel."

"So between Frank bein an idjut and Sarah agreein with everthin, them poor kids never had a chaince," Flora said.

"Will you look at all this food!" Pa said, as Rafe brought the last of it inside.

"We need to put weight back on Daryl," Rafe said. "You can count his ribs."

"You sick?" Flora asked me.

"No. He's growing and not eating enough. The trip from Chicago didn't help," Pa said.

Flora nodded.

"I can't keep food down riding a stagecoach," Annabelle said. "All that bouncing around."

I nodded.

"It didn't help my appetite any," I told her. She nodded.

"Rafe was tellin us you was a teacher," Flora said to Pa.

"Yes. There's a woman in town named Rosie, who works at a saloon. She wants her kids to learn to read and write. I may teach them."

"Rosie's a peach," Flora said.

"Are there other kids who need teaching?" Pa asked.

"I'm sure there are, but their parents may not agree," Annabelle said. "They probly want you to pay them for takin the kids from their chores!"

Pa chuckled.

"I saw your drawins last night," Flora said to me. "Jake Hooper bought one. Showed it to me. Nice work."

I was surprised. I suppose I expected all women to disapprove of dirty pictures.

"Thanks."

Rafe offered one of the chairs to Annabelle. She sat. I sat on the bed, trying to think up a name for the dog. Joe sat next to me.

"What should I call her?" I asked him.

"How bout Missy?" Joe suggested.

"I like that! Missy it is!" I said.

Flora brought over a plate of cookies. "Try one. Lemme know if you like em."

I took one and bit into it. It was very good and I suddenly realized how hungry I was.

"I like it a lot," I told her.

Flora smiled.

"We need to get goin," Flora said. Annabelle stood.

"You folks have a blessed Christmas," Annabelle said.

"You, too," Pa said.

The ladies left.

I set an old shirt of mine on the floor near the fireplace. I set Missy down on it. She lay down and looked at me.

"You sleep now, Missy."

Pa and Rafe heated up some of the food and we ate. I sat next to Pa, stopping to rub his cock now and then.

"So we's goina all get naked and have fun after we's eaten?" Joe asked, as we ate.

"That sounds real good to me," Rafe said.

"Poor Daryl," Pa said. "With three horned up men ready to take their pleasure in his body."

"Don't pity me! I can't wait!" I told them.

Rafe chuckled. He gave me a sexy look.

"I want you," I said to him.

"You got me, baby boy. My pecker's droolin in my pants."

"Speaking of that, how am I going to keep man cream from leaking out of my ass?"

"Now why would we want to do that?" Pa asked. "The sight of your ass leaking my milk makes my pecker hard enough for another go."

Rafe nodded his head.

"Mine's goin in your mouth," Joe said. "It's good for ya."

Joe asked about our story. Pa told the story of our lives. About how Mother kicked him out and how he got a job at a school to be near me. Joe seemed to love the story.

"That there's true love," Joe said.

"I know I love Pa like crazy," I said. Pa pulled me against him.

"You kinda be your pa's wife," Joe said to me. "Not like me and my pa."

I hadn't thought of it that way, but we were in love and would always be together. And Pa took his pleasure in my body.

"No. I don't want a wife. It makes my pecker harder to think of him as my son," Pa said to Joe. "But I do love him that way."

"Bout what you was sayin. If we fucks you at night and early in the mornin, when you take a dump, it'd clean you out," Rafe said.

"That's true!" I said. "I just don't want to be wandering around with a wet spot on the back of my pants in town."

"That should take care of it," Pa said.

Pa turned my head to his and kissed me. I moaned as I licked at his tongue in my mouth. He pulled away and smiled at me.

"I love you, boy. You belong to me. Don't ever forget it."

"I won't. I love you."

"We gettin started?" Rafe asked.

"I think Daryl needs to eat a little more," Pa said.

Rafe cut me a quarter of one of the pies and handed it to me. It seemed like a lot of food, but with four of us, we would go through it quickly.

"Do you think we should hire Flora and Annabelle to do our cooking?" I asked Rafe and Pa. "The food is delicious. And they seem to need work. Maybe they could drop off the food, the way Joe's sister did."

"Do you like to cook, Rafe?" Pa asked.

Rafe shrugged.

"How about you, Joe?"

"No. I cain't cook."

"The more they see of us, the more likely they are to find out about us," Pa said.

I hadn't thought of that.

"May not matter. Flora gets mad if a man looks at Annabelle," Rafe said.

"Oh, really?" Pa said.

"Is she mad at me for looking at Annabelle?" I asked.

Pa and Rafe laughed.

"No. Rafe means she gets jealous. If you were to ask Annabelle for a date, then she'd get mad at you."

I looked at him. I didn't understand. Pa smiled at me. He could tell.

"Rafe is saying that Flora may be in love with Annabelle, or they may even be lovers," Pa said.

"I ain't sure," Rafe said.

It had never occurred to me that if there were men who liked men that there were women who liked women. But Flora did like the picture of the naked woman I'd drawn. And she wore men's clothes. Of course, she might have been looking at the drawing as art and not as something arousing.

"Does you want me to talk to Flora bout cooking?" Rafe asked.

"Why don't we think about it for a couple of days," Pa said.

Rafe nodded. "Sounds good."

Rafe stood up. He walked into the other room, the one with the tub. I heard him putting wood in the stove.

I couldn't finish the pie. I was stuffed.

I turned to Pa. "Can I give you your presents, now?"

"Sure. How about you, Rafe?"

"That's fine."

I picked up the red box. It was heavier than I thought it would be.

"This is for all three of you. Pa, you want to open it?

Pa pulled the slats off the top and smiled.

"Just what I was hoping for," Pa said, lifting out a bottle.

"Good, cause it's what I got you, too," Rafe said to Pa.

Pa grinned.

"I don't know anything about liquor, so I hope these are good," I said.

Rafe looked at the whiskey bottles.

"Has either of you ever had brandy?" Pa asked.

"I never even heard of it," Joe said.

"I've heard of it, but I never tried it," Rafe said.

Pa walked over and got four glasses. He opened the bottle and poured a little in each glass.

"You may hate it, so this is just a taste."

Pa handed me a glass. "If you are old enough to have three lovers, I guess you can drink."

I smiled. I took a sip. I was surprised by the sweetness. I felt it warming me on the way to my stomach. I sat down on the bed. Rafe sat next to me.

"It sure ain't like whiskey," Rafe said.

"It warms you up, don't it?" Joe said.

"It does," Pa said.

"Well, I like it better than whiskey," I said.

"You may like one of those you bought," Joe said. "It's real smooth."

"I'll give it a try."

"Give Daryl a lot. I want to get him drunk and smooch with him," Rafe said.

Pa and I both laughed.

"Well, smooching is something I like to do even when I'm sober!" I said.

Rafe put his arm around my waist. I leaned against him.

Pa poured all of us some whiskey. It did taste better than what I'd drunk at the saloon. That didn't mean it tasted good, though. But we had a lot of it, so I figured I'd drink some of it. Pa gave me some more. I drank it quickly. I started to feel it. I put my glass down and reached over to unfasten Rafe's pants. They all started laughing. Rafe leaned back with his arms behind him while I got him unbuckled.

"See what I mean?" Rafe said, laughing.

"I'm skipping the smooching and going straight to sucking your beautiful cock," I said to him. Rafe's eyes seemed to be burning with lust.

"Give him some more," I heard Joe say to Pa.

As I pulled Rafe's pants open, I said, "I want your spunk in my mouth. Will you give it to me?"

"Damn! I sure as hell will!"

I pulled Rafe's huge piece of meat upright and watched his clear stuff bubble out of his pecker.

Pa squatted next to me.

"How do you feel?" he asked me.

"Wonderful!"

"You want a little more whiskey? That's all you're getting for now."

"Yeah. I'll have a little more. Maybe I'm developing a taste for it."

"That's how it works," Pa said.

"Why don't you get undressed?" Pa said. "You, too, Rafe. I'm sure Daryl would rather see you naked while he sucks the cream out of your balls."

I stood up and drank the whiskey Pa gave me. Joe moved next to me and started pulling my clothes off me. I smiled at Joe. He stopped undressing me to kiss me. Pa removed the rest of my clothes. I looked over and saw Rafe was naked, leaning back on the bed, the way he'd been before. I knelt between his legs and looked up at him.

"You are so sexy!"

Rafe grinned. "So are you, boy. Look how hard you made my pecker."

I pulled it forward and took the end in my mouth. I began to suck. I felt my legs being spread. Then I felt a greasy finger slid into my ass. I felt Pa's pecker at my hole. I groaned as he pushed inside me. As Pa began, I sucked the end of Rafe's pecker and stroked the shaft with both hands. Rafe groaned. I sensed motion and looked up. Joe was naked and Pa stroked Joe's pecker while he buggered me. I concentrated of Rafe. To me, his pecker was a wonder. It was big, beautiful, tasty, and attached to a big, handsome man. I looked up at him while I sucked. Rafe's eyes were half open, as was his mouth. He saw me looking and smiled. Then he let his head fall back and sighed.

"You close, Rafe?" Pa asked him.

"Yeah. I'm about to shoot."

"Let's fill him at the same time."

Pa sped up his thrusts, and not much later, groaned.

"I'm shooting! I'm spunking my son!"

I wondered what it would be like to be a girl getting fucked by her father. Would it be as special as it was when Pa did me? Or would I be in a panic that my father might get me pregnant?

Rafe's pecker got a little bigger and a little stiffer in my mouth before it began pumping Rafe's nut milk into my mouth. I gulped it down.

"I'm giving you what you wanted, baby boy," Rafe said.

I moaned agreement as I swallowed. There was a lot, but it ended too soon. I noticed that Rafe hadn't softened. I let him slip from my mouth. Joe knelt and stuck his tongue in my mouth. It was a strange kiss, but then I wondered if he was trying to taste Rafe's cream. When the kiss ended, Joe squeezed Rafe's pecker from the base and a drop of cream appeared at the slit. Joe licked it up.

I took Rafe's balls in the palm of one hand and felt them.

"You're still hard enough to fuck me," I said to Rafe.

Rafe chuckled. "I am!"

"You're good and wet," Pa said. "Why don't you turn around and sit on Rafe's cock?"

I grinned and nodded. I stood up and turned around. Joe was stroking himself. I started to lower myself. Pa held Rafe's pecker up and guided me onto it. Rafe and I groaned as I slid down it. When I was seated on him, Rafe wrapped his arms around me tightly. He nuzzled my ear as I watched Joe.

"You want this, son?" Joe asked me, as he shook his erection.

"I do, Daddy Joe."

"Before you give him what he wants, let's try something," Pa said. Pa put one hand under my arm, and the other one behind my knees. "Lift him up like this," Pa said, to Joe. "We're going to raise and lower him on Rafe's pecker."

"Damn!" Rafe said.

At the same time, Joe said, "Shit!"

"Rafe, you need to keep yourself aimed, in case you slip out of him."

"Lordy, I will!"

I groaned as they began raising and lowering me.

"I never even dreamed of such a thang," Rafe said.

They lifted and lowered me while Rafe and I groaned. Rafe's big pecker was doing wonderful things inside me. I felt something building and then my pecker started shooting. My cream went everywhere!

"Dang!" Joe said. "Look at that!"

Pa grinned.

"Your turn to shoot, Rafe," Pa said.

"I'm real close. I'm...I'm...aaaah!" Rafe cried as his pecker twitched inside me.

Pa and Joe let me down. Rafe wrapped his hands around my waist and lifted and lowered me. I took over and did that slowly. I felt him soften, before his pecker slipped out of me.

"You done seeded him at both ends!" Joe said.

Rafe chuckled, out of breath.

"I did! I shore did do that!" Rafe said.

He fell back on the bed, panting, as I turned around. Pa pulled me to him and kissed me as I felt cream run down my legs. To my shock, I felt Joe licking it off me. He licked from my ankle to my thigh. I pulled away from Pa and was even more shocked when Joe stood up, kissed me, and pushed some of the cream into my mouth. I started to pull away. That cream had been in my rear. But then I realized I loved what we were doing. Joe's arms were wrapped around me. Both our tongues were covered with Pa's and Rafe's cream as they caressed each other. I developed a fierce love for Joe, then. I thought it was more intense than the love I had for Rafe, although I loved Rafe dearly. Joe and I shared something big. We both liked our fathers better than any girl. We pulled apart and smiled at each other.

Pa poured some whiskey in a glass and handed it to me.

"Drink this," he said. I did.

"I sure hope you don't get sick," Pa said to me. "The whiskey will help."

"It was worth it," I said.

"It was!" Joe said, grinning.

Pa handed Joe the bottle. He drank some out of it.

"Sick of what?" Rafe asked.

Pa didn't answer right away. I looked at him, wondering why.

"Oh, nothing, Rafe," Pa said. He winked at me.

I guessed he thought Rafe wouldn't approve. I could understand that because I wasn't sure I did, either. But Dad didn't say I shouldn't have done it, and he didn't say anything to Joe. I looked at his pecker. It was hard as a rock and dripping.

"Did you like seeing what Joe did?" I asked him, softly.

"I almost shot from the sight," Pa said.

"What sight?" Rafe asked. "What are you three talking about?"

"I licked up some of the spunk running down Daryl's leg," Joe said.

Pa was right. Rafe looked horrified.

"You ain't never kissin me!" Rafe said to Joe.

"Fine! I'll kiss Daryl!" Joe said.

I laughed.

"I knew someone in Chicago who did that," Pa said. "After I fucked him, he cleaned the spunk off my cock with his mouth. That got me so excited, I fed him more cream while he did it. He didn't get sick, but it may have been luck. To be safe, drink whiskey each time after you do it."

"I will.

"Since I slept with you and Rafe last night, can I sleep with Joe on the floor tonight?" I asked Pa.

Joe moved behind me and put his arms around me.

"I don't see why not. Or I can sleep on the floor and you and Joe can take the bed."

"Missy may need to relieve herself, and I'll be able to let her out without climbing over you," I said.

Pa nodded.

"That's fine. You'll sleep with us tomorrow."

"Right."

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