Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2012 11:57:13 -0700 (PDT) From: doned88 Subject: Keeping Us Humble Todd was fantastic on the field. His blue uniform and silver helmet looked like a poster as he played. He threw, ran, tackled and survived the other team's tackles. I was sure girls in the stands and maybe some guys imagined his tall, fit naked body instead of the uniformed team star. I'm sure they did when he walked in the school hall wearing the white sweater with the blue school shield on it too. I didn't have to imagine. I'd seen his naked body often from the time I was a kid watching Dad instructing him on weight lifting to the daily habits we had in the bedroom we three brothers shared. We stood, cheered and applauded our glove covered hands throughout just like we did every Friday night. Mike, the middle brother, me, Dad and Mike's girlfriend Sophie gathered and cheered my older brother once again. The small Texas town team was on its way to regionals maybe even state championship. And Todd was the reason. Everyone knew. His teammates carried him off the field at the end of the game again. It was his turn. Mike had Saturdays with the wrestling matches and soon my swim team meets would begin before Baseball had all three of us wearing the school uniform. We were over achievers to be sure. Dad made sure of that. He made sure we excelled and that included academics. We'd arrive home after classes or practice and were soon reading and writing. He expected us to be doing that when he arrived home from work and we were. Todd, Mike and I wanted his approval, needed his rules and felt his dominance. We had more trophies and ribbons in our bedroom then the Museum. But Dad made sure we stayed humble. We would always know who was in charge of us and to whom we owed everything. Friday game nights, our curfew was delayed till 10pm. I got home earlier then that and saw Dad sitting in his favorite lounge chair watching the local cable channel replay of the game. He made comments and moaned a bit. He knew I had entered and raised his hand. I stripped down and folded my clothes putting them beside the others and moved to the couch. I sat quietly watching Todd. He was kneeling in front of Dad in homage to the man we called Sir. His head moved about as he licked and sucked his Italian penis. It was large and fat, similar to Todd's, Mike's and mine. But Mom was Irish so it wasn't identical. She had died long ago. I never knew her. Todd and Mike did. Dad mourned her each anniversary and we knew to leave him alone those days. Like me, Todd was nude. His thick thighs and butt bulged in that position arousing me. My erection was unmistakable. But in a house with four men, erections were normal. As for being naked, Dad had another rule. To save laundry, we each would put our clothes away when we were home. Sometimes we wore underwear but rarely. I saw Dad glance at me when I touched my boner but I moved my hand away. We weren't allowed. We had to stay quiet and watch while one of our brothers was reminded his place and his allegiance to Dad. Dad raised his hand even before Mike appeared. He knew our other brother was arriving before I did. Mike came in waved at me and stripped as I had done. Sitting beside me, his cock immediately rose as mine had done. I wanted to lean over and take it in my mouth as I had done many times before, but again there were rules. We both remained in place looking at the TV screen and then at Todd servicing our Father. I saw Todd's Adam's apple begin to move and knew he was gulping down the family sperm. Dad patted his head and said something about the game on TV. Todd remained in place, looking passive and indeed humble. He turned to watch the game. Dad put his legs over Todd's shoulders as our brother leaned back content to be there, calmly owned by the man he had pleased that night on the field and back at home. We watched too, knowing that once upstairs Mike and I would be there to please Todd in anyway he wanted. We each had our turn to pay homage to Dad and each other. We were family. And we told nobody about our life. We figured it was the same for our friends but it was never discussed. Sophie knew something though. She once told me she didn't mind since that meant Mike didn't beg her for sex all the time like the boys who dated her friends. Dad stood when the game replay ended. "Good job son" he said, referring to the football game I assumed. "Time for you boys to congratulate your brother" he looked at us and we stood to reclaim our folded clothes and Todd's. Following him downstairs to our basement bedroom, I looked forward to our usual night time play. Don't get me wrong, we didn't fag out on each other all the time. Sometimes it was just two of us, or blowjobs before bed, or masturbation. But other times I felt Todd in me planting the family seed in my intestines. I knew that would happen that night. Frankly I liked Mike better. His hips swiveled with a rhythm that sent me into multiple orgasms even without touching myself as he did it. And when my swim meets began, I'd swim harder just so after reminding myself that Dad was in charge which kept me humble too, I could get both of them to do it afterwards. It was one of Dad's rules. Another one we learned to obey when we were very young.