Molested By My Baby Brother

Chapter Seven: The Winds Of Change






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This story was born of deep desire and fantasy on the part of the author at a very young age, to actually be the youngest participant described in this story, and is cathartic and therapeutic in nature. The story is written in part, to invoke intellectual thought and provide insight into a part of the psyche which is often lost because individuals are often terrified at the rebuke, misunderstanding, hate, violence and even legal action which might be taken against them should they admit to these desires within themselves.

The author additionally hopes to inspire change in the way society approaches individual differences, even though they may be taboo, in the hopes of changing the way that we as a society approach individual needs; helping to improve understanding of the psyche and individual development; and preventing the action upon these desires which could harm others, particularly the most vulnerable.

The author believes that it is possible for someone that has desires deemed socially taboo or even illegal, to be able to find therapeutic outlets which can help them maintain control and prevent acting on these desires. The author also believes that the most dangerous state is the status quo, where individuals are forced to keep these desires, thoughts, and feelings locked inside, in the dark, where they cause pain, fester, and magnify. Finally, it is the author's belief that being forced to remain hidden, secretive, unable to talk about, share, relate to others or be related to -- ultimately the inability to find commonality and acceptance -- is the most likely scenario which leads to opportunities and decisions to act on those desires.

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Chapter Seven: The Winds Of Change

One day a number of months later, the boys got home after school, Joshy made his little brother a snack and then helped Scotty with his homework as he did every afternoon when they got home from school. After the little tyke’s homework was done Joshy worked on his own homework while Scotty watched some cartoons snuggled up next to his big brother. As it got later, the boys hadn’t heard anything from Mommy or Daddy yet, so Joshy made dinner and the boys ate. Joshy was beginning to get a little worried as it was completely out of character for one let alone both of his parents to be incommunicado. Later, still having not heard anything, Joshy really started to become concerned. It wasn’t like his parents to not call to let the boys know when they would be late. Though they knew Joshy could easily take care of his little brother, and would gladly do so, they had never taken that for granted, and when they encountered an unexpected schedule change, they always called.

Luckily Scotty seemed to be more engrossed in his cartoons than his environment and didn’t seem to register that his parents weren’t home yet. For Joshy, his mission was clear. Scotty was foremost on his mind and whether or not this was the usual schedule, the little tyke needed to be taken care of, and he would be. The boys had their nightly routines, so after dinner Scotty quickly entangled himself with his big brother, and they watched some TV snuggled up under a blanket on the sofa. Scotty wasn’t quite as precocious as usual; normally he was quite the octopus, seeming to have eight hands that roamed all over his brother’s body under the blanket. Joshy was preoccupied as well, his mind was beginning to run worst case scenarios. His arms wrapped around his little brother, as if instinctively trying to protect him from whatever the evening might bring. The older boy finally decided it was time to get ready for bed.

“Hey Kiddo, let’s go get our baths and get ready for bed, okay?”

“Okay.”

Joshy untangled his legs from his little brother’s, and stood. The little tyke clung to his big brother as he stood, so Joshy grasped his cute little butt and, giving a quick lift, hoisted the little boy up to his chest. Scotty quickly threw his arms around his big brother’s neck as his legs clamped tightly around the teen’s middle. Joshy walked down the hallway to the bathroom, stepped into the small room and set his little brother down, his cute little feet taking root in the fluffy bath mat, little toes wiggling away in the fuzzy underbrush. Both boys stripped off, Joshy ran the water and soon the boys were sitting in the warm, relaxing water.

“Where’s Mommy and Daddy?” Scotty suddenly asked.

“I don’t know Little Man,” the teen replied as calmly as he could. “Normally they would have called to let us know if they were going to be late.”

He was actually beginning to freak out a bit now, because he couldn’t remember a time when their parents had ever been late, and not called to tell the boys where they were, when they would be home or to give them other instructions. Joshy tried to put on a brave, confident face and made an attempt to reassure his little brother that everything was fine. He pulled Scotty close and put his arms around his little brother.

“I’m a little scared too, Kiddo. It’s definitely not like Mommy and Daddy to be late and not give us a call. I’m hoping they just got tied up with work and forgot to call and I bet they’re racing home to see us right now.”

“Mmmm.”

Scotty didn’t sound convinced, Joshy didn’t know what else to do to try to help keep him calm. He wasn’t his usual flirty, playful self in the bathtub. The older boy tried to distract him, tickled him and tried to bring out toys, but neither of the boys was really into it. Joshy just held Scotty close as he washed the little boy. That seemed to have the best result comforting his little brother so he stopped all of the other attempts and just held Scotty close. He used lots of soap creating a big, sudsy froth and massaged the boy’s bits with his bare hands. He used his bare hands to bathe Scotty all the time, but they also usually did one pass with a cloth. This time, he figured he had enough soap, but in addition to massaging the boy he gently scratched his skin as well. The little tyke sighed as the combination of gentle scratching and massaging eased his tension.

All suds’d up, Joshy finished bathing them both and then turned the shower on and pulled the tub plug for a quick rinse. The warm water rushed over both of them as Joshy ran his hands all over his little brother, making sure to rinse away all of the soap so that his skin didn’t chap. Once they were both free of soap, Joshy turned the water off and lifted Scotty out of the tub, and stepping out himself, grabbed towels for both of them. He wrapped Scotty up in one towel and gently fluffed his little brother’s hair with his own towel, then quickly dried his own hair, followed by a quick pass over himself to get most of the water off. Turning back to Scotty he gently fluffed his hair with the towel again coaxing the water from the boy’s head. He then gently patted the towel over all of his beautiful little-boy parts and then picked him up. Scotty threw his arms around his big brother’s neck and hugged him close, quiet. Joshy opened the bathroom door, and picking up his own towel again, turned to walk to the boys’ room. As he stepped into the hall, they heard the front door open. The teen turned and saw the boy’s father walking in. He looked rough. He glanced at his boys, catching Joshy’s eye, and the elder boy immediately knew something wasn’t right.

“See, Daddy’s home,” he said to Scotty. “Let’s get some clothes on and we can go see Daddy for a few minutes before going to bed.”

“Okay,” the little tyke replied seeming somewhat relieved.

Joshy wished he was feeling relief, but the look from his father had only succeeded in amplifying his anxiety. The boys quickly threw some shorts on and headed out to see Daddy. He was sitting in the center of the couch. He looked really terrible. Joshy suddenly felt a sinking feeling.

“Boys, come sit down with me for a minute,” Daddy finally said, his voice shaky.

Joshy led Scotty to sit down next to Daddy and then Joshy sat down on Scotty’s other side. Instinctively, he knew Scotty was going to need them both next to him.

“What’s wrong Daddy?” Scotty mewed quietly.

Tears started streaming down their Dad’s cheeks. He put his arm around both boys and pulled them close, squeezing Scotty in the process.

“Boys, there is never an easy way to tell anyone something like this. It’s going to be a terrible gut punch no matter what. All I can tell you is that it is going to hurt for a long time, but slowly, over a long time, it will get better.”

“What is it Dad?” the teen restated Scotty’s question.

“Boys, Mommy was on her way home this afternoon when she was hit by a drunk driver.”

“Noooo!” Scotty screamed.

He immediately began sobbing uncontrollably. Joshy had his arm around him and squeezed him tighter as he scooted them both closer to their dad. He knew that the tightness would actually be comforting for Scotty and for him and his dad too.

“I’m so sorry boys. The doctors did everything they could, but they weren’t able to fix all the damage that the accident caused.”

He could barely talk now. Tears streamed down his face, Scotty was wailing out of control, Joshy was in shock. Tears rolled down his face but he was stunned, frozen. He couldn’t move or talk. Just like when Scotty laughs too hard and begins to have trouble sucking air in, he was crying so hard he couldn’t suck air in. Joshy immediately noticed and quickly pulled Scotty backwards to extend his chest and stomach, allowing his mid-section to expand forcing some air in just by being physically unfolded. The teen began gently rubbing his little brother’s chest.

“Breathe Scotty,” he said softly. “You’ve gotta breathe Baby.”

Daddy continued, “I got to the hospital while they were trying to save her. I was able to be with her and I held her hand. I told her how much you both love her and I told her how much I love her. She was able to tell me that she loved us too and to make sure that you boys know how much she loves you. Then she was gone.”

Joshy was still focused on Scotty. He was still not sucking in air. He had to get him under control. As Joshy continued to gently rub his chest, he leaned down to him and whispered in his ear.

“Mommy loves you very much Scotty. Daddy loves you very much too. And you know how much I love you Scotty. I need you my little prince. I need you to breathe. Relax Scotty. You need to breathe in. Relax. Breathe.”

He kissed the little boy’s cheek. Slowly, Scotty began to regain some control and began to gulp in air between bouts of forceful sobbing.

It was a long night. None of them really slept. They all just lay there on the couch together tearing up and crying off and on. Joshy rubbed Scotty’s chest until the boy turned over and put his arm and leg over his big brother who then began to rub his back all over trying to comfort him. He looked so tiny and frail in that moment. He had sobbed himself to exhaustion and slipped out of consciousness for a short while, and would then wake up sobbing again. Daddy lay there next to the boys too, moving his hand from one son to the other, but he was still in shock. Joshy felt bad for him because even though he had gotten to see Mommy again before she slipped away, he had also seen her broken and injured by the accident and was there when she died. He was glad that neither he nor Scotty had seen that. They would remember her as she was.

He was also thankful that the last thing he and Scotty had each said to her that morning was ‘Bye Mommy, I love you! I hope you have a great day!’. She had kissed and hugged them both before heading out the door to work. At least it wasn’t one of those days where one of the boys was in a bad mood, and said something that they couldn’t have taken back, and for which they had not been able to apologize. Joshy was exhausted too, and may have dozed a little, but it seemed if he stopped rubbing Scotty’s back, be would instantly whimper and begin to cry again, so, the teen tried to keep his hand moving on the little boy’s back. He wasn’t really surprised that his brother was clinging to him instead of Daddy because they spent so much time together, bathing, sleeping and playing and with the new sexual developments, they were just that much closer. He knew that Scotty would need him even more now and the teen was determined to make sure he was ok at all times. It would also be a help to their father as he now had a lot to deal with. Funeral arrangements, work, bills, two boys that had just lost their mother, the loss of his wife…

Joshy was determined to do whatever he could to help his dad too. Eventually, as morning came, Daddy had to get up and take care of some things. He wasn’t going to work and the boys weren’t going to school. But his job needed to be phoned and the school also needed to be notified that the boys would be out for a while. He informed the school secretary that he would make arrangements at some point for work to be collected, but that right now, he couldn’t manage that. Scotty roused, teary, and was hungry, so Joshy picked him up and holding his tiny bottom in both hands with the tiny little boy’s arms around his neck and legs around his waist, his head on the teen’s shoulder, the teen carried him into the kitchen.

“What do you want to eat Kiddo?” the teen asked him.

“I don’t know.”

“How about you start with a banana?” he said. “When you aren’t feeling well, Mom…”

‘Fuck! Mom. I had to go and say “Mom”. He was finally calming down, and I had to fucking go and upset him again!’

Scotty started to cry again. Joshy hugged him tightly and moved one had up and stroked his little brother’s hair.

“I’m so sorry Sweetheart. I didn’t mean to upset you. Mommy always said Bananas, Rice, Applesauce and Toast when you aren’t feeling great. Like little B.R.A.Ts, remember? She taught us all kinds of things that we will remember. I know it hurts, but she is with us all the time. And we will always talk about her and remember her.”

The boy started to calm down again.

“Appewsauce,” he whimpered, tears still streaming down his face.

“Ok Buddy, applesauce it is.”

Joshy kissed his cheeks as if trying to heal his tears, and squeezed him again, then carried him over to the cupboard to get applesauce for his little brother. He didn’t want to be put down, so Joshy sat down with the little boy on his lap and rubbed his back while he ate the applesauce. He was able to eat it and keep it down, and then decided he’d have a banana too. Daddy looked at his eldest son and gave him a weak smile and mouthed ‘Thank you’ to the teen. Joshy knew that he appreciated his helping to take care of Scotty. He held up a banana toward his dad to see if he wanted something to eat. Daddy just shook his head and nodded toward Scotty. Joshy understood. He just wanted his eldest son to continue to make sure his little brother was cared for and not left alone at all.

The next two weeks were a blur at best. The days flew by, and dragged on forever. Daddy stayed home from work and the boys stayed home from school. Joshy wasn’t sure which was worse, staying home or going to school. At least at school they would have been busy, but could they even focus enough to do anything and could they keep it together? Probably not. Daddy took the boys to the funeral home to see Mommy. There is just no way to describe that. It was just terrible. She looked like she was asleep. Daddy had told the boys ahead of time that they would make Mommy look really pretty so that they couldn’t tell she had been in an accident and that it would just look like she was sleeping.

The boy’s parents were never ones to gloss anything over or tell the boys anything that wasn’t true. They believed it was important for the boys to trust them completely, and also to understand in the simplest terms what was going on. It was important for them to have honest communication. Joshy did his best to make sure that he did the same with Scotty. He talked to his little brother and tried to make sure that he understood what was happening. He knew it would be harder for the little boy because he was so young and he promised himself and his brother right then that he would always help him to remember as much about her as possible. The day of the funeral came. There were so many people there. Neither Joshy nor Scotty really wanted to see or talk to anyone. It quickly became way too much for Scotty, and so it wasn’t long before Joshy took him out. He felt bad because they had left Daddy there alone to deal with everything and he hoped all the people would help him feel better -- though he doubted that as nothing had made any of them feel better yet.

Slowly, ever so slowly, things began to return to usual -- not normal, just usual. The boys started back to school and Daddy went back to work. Joshy tried to help out even more, making sure his little brother got home safely after school every day, helping him with his homework, getting dinner ready so that Daddy didn’t have to worry about it. He continued to bathe Scotty and the boy continued to sleep with his older brother, snuggled up close every night. Joshy did laundry and cleaned the house and Scotty was his shadow helping to clean as Joshy taught the little tyke the same things the boys’ mother had taught him about cleaning. They were soon in a revised routine and, though things were far from normal, a new normal was beginning to develop.






One Saturday afternoon Scotty was playing outside with one of his friends and Joshy decided to check in on Daddy. He was lying on the couch relaxing as the teen sat down on the edge of the couch by his legs and put his hand on his thigh. He still looked sad and tired. The boy just sat there with his hand on his thigh, just letting him know that he was there and understood. He had no idea what to say. Nothing that anyone had said had made him feel better and he didn’t think anything he could say would make Daddy feel any better either. The best he could figure was that helping out with Scotty and the house was the best way he could help Daddy. The teen leaned back over his dad’s legs, keeping his hand on the man’s thigh and watched TV with him. It was some old movie that he liked, Joshy guessed. Or maybe it was just whatever was on because he hadn’t had the energy to change the channel.

Daddy shifted, which startled Joshy a bit since he’d been completely still until that moment. Joshy glanced up at Daddy to see why he had shifted. He looked a little uncomfortable and it didn’t take long for the teen to figure out why. Below the boy’s gaze up to his dad’s face, his peripheral vision caught the outline of Daddy’s cock. It had inflated and was pulsing in his loose shorts, the head trying to escape the hem of the high-cut leg. He immediately knew where he got his cock size from. Daddy’s massive rod was even bigger than the teen’s nine-incher! It suddenly dawned on the boy that with his mom gone, Daddy didn’t have anyone to have sex with.

‘Poor Daddy,’ the teen thought.

That didn’t seem fair for him and Scotty to be fucking like rabbits while Daddy was all alone without Mommy. Joshy’s ass twitched involuntarily – literally. His tight teen asshole literally clenched and winked as if trying to open up; to reach out and suck his daddy’s massive cock inside. Scotty hadn’t wanted to fuck Joshy, so his hole was still virginal. He had a sudden, deep craving to have his daddy’s cock far up inside his tight teen tunnel. He wanted to taste Daddy’s cock. The teen boy’s mind reeled at the sudden flurry of information that seemed to consume him. Joshy’s mind flashed back to the musky funk from the bedroom the first night that he and Scotty had sex. He wanted to stick his nose in Daddy’s crotch just like he and his little brother had done so many times, playing around, looking for excuses not to get a shower. The randy teen’s mind then flashed back to the many times that he was up close, next to Daddy, listening to stories, in the bath, in his own bedroom, on the living room floor, on the couch, in the grass… In his mind, he remembered the way Daddy smelled each time he was close enough to get a good whiff. His cock pulsed and immediately began expanding in his shorts. He suddenly had a desperate ache to take a big sniff of Daddy’s cock just like Scotty had sniffed his.

‘I bet Daddy’s cock just smells fucking amazing!’ the teen thought to himself. ‘I bet it tastes amazing too… I wonder if this is how Scotty felt before he swallowed my cock…’

The teenager had a devilishly wicked idea. He tried to act as innocently as possible, pretending that he didn’t notice Daddy’s throbbing flesh snaking its way out the loose leg hole of his shorts. The boy turned and lay down in between Daddy’s legs with his head on his tummy, wiggling and wedging himself in between Daddy’s legs and lay down across his hard-on with his left arm hanging off the front of the couch and his right hand down into the back of the couch. Daddy’s cock ran right across his son’s chest just under his chin. The boy tried to position himself as he lay down so that his mouth was as near to Daddy’s hard cock as possible. He pulled his right arm up and laid it on Daddy’s chest. Once in that position, he lay still for a little while, trying to mask the true intention of his change in position.

He wanted Daddy to think he just needed to be close to him the way he had held Scotty so close these weeks. Daddy’s cock continued to throb and pulse under his son. Joshy’s own cock was so hard it hurt. Teddy made no move; he said nothing to his teenage son. It seemed as though the teen’s scheme was working and Daddy just figured his son needed to be close to him and that he was clueless about his erection. His lack of action was encouraging to the boy. If Teddy had any idea what his son was up to, he didn’t let on, so the teen made his move. He pretended to scratch his face, and then quickly reached down the loose leg of Daddy’s shorts, fisted his fat cock, pulled it out the leg hole and immediately impaled his face on its sweltering length, swallowing as much as he could.

Daddy gasped.

“Joshy!”

The teen didn’t let go -- if anything he squeezed tighter, ready to fight to keep Daddy’s cock in his hand and mouth. He kept a strangle hold on the man’s cock while he continued to moved his mouth up and down his shaft, his tongue swirling around his fat mushroom head and around under the foreskin. The older boy sucked air in through his nose as he pushed down, inhaling Daddy’s musky man-scent. He immediately got light-headed from the wonderful fragrance. No wonder Scotty looked like he was drugged out when he was sniffing the teen’s cock or underarms. It was like a drug! With his free hand, the teen reached into the other loose leg hole and grabbed ahold of Daddy’s nuts. Fuck! They were big and heavy, hot nuts in a satiny and hairy sack. Joshy’s own cock pulsed in his shorts again. He could feel the wet spot forming on his shorts as the precum flowed from his piss slit like a river.

“Joshy!”

Daddy gasped again.

The teen continued his attack on Daddy’s cock with increasing fervor, ignoring his vague admonitions. He shoved his tongue up under Daddy’s foreskin and swirled it around his head like a tilt-a-whirl, then pushed back down his shaft, his tongue flicking the underside the entire way down. He bobbed up and down, varying his movements and techniques, this time copying what his little brother had done to him. Daddy’s cock grew in the boy’s mouth. From his own escapades with Scotty, he knew this could only mean that Daddy was about to blow. The boy sped up his sucking action, his head bobbing up and down on Daddy’s cock faster and faster, sucking harder as he went, his tongue flicking all around. He kept his hot balls in his hand, gently squeezing and pulling on them. Joshy could feel them bounce with the sensations that his oral attack delivered to Daddy’s dick. He continued rubbing and squeezing his dad’s nuts, stroking and bouncing them in his hand. He slipped his finger lower toward Daddy’s own love tunnel. The heat was immense and he got a whiff of heady musk as he pushed his cheeks apart. The room began to swirl.

“Joshy, I’m… Uuuuuuuuuuuunnnnnnnnnngghhh! Unnngggghhhhh! Huuuuuunnnnnnnggggghh!”

As his cock erupted in his eldest son’s mouth, he rested his big hand on the top of the boy’s head. He pushed down, holding Joshy’s mouth on his cock. Fuck that was hot! The teen couldn’t pull off now, even if he wanted to. His ass clenched again and his own cock blew its top, cum spurting out of his own tool, slamming against the cloth of his shorts, some even pushing through the fabric and spreading all around. Daddy’s cum was saltier than his own but still sweet too. He shot a huge load and the boy struggled to swallow it all as the fountain of cum squirted out, pulse after pulse, throb after throb, but he did swallow it all without losing a drop. After all, he couldn’t let his little brother do a better job of sucking cock than he did, and if there was one thing Scotty never did, it was let a drop of cum go to waste. That boy was a cum vacuum. He grinned around his daddy’s cock at the thought. After he swallowed Daddy’s big load, he just lay there with the man’s huge cock in his mouth, balls in his hand, suckling the softening schlong.

‘Fuck! No wonder Scotty likes this so much,’ he thought to himself.

He didn’t know what it was; he didn’t know why. He just knew that he absolutely loved it too. Everything was suddenly right in the world with his face buried in Daddy’s crotch, his cock down the boy’s throat. Once again, his mind was reeling. How was it that Scotty figured this out at such a young age, and it took his younger brother’s inhibition to open his own eyes to it? Not to mention the events of the past months, losing their mother, or why it took all of that for him to finally get his daddy’s cock down his own throat and swallow his big load. He guessed he’d never know. Sure, he had sucked Scotty’s dick, but he was still a little boy and couldn’t come. Don’t be mistaken -- it was absolutely wonderful and he loved having Scotty’s silky little cock and balls in his mouth. It was just a very different experience to have his face buried in a man’s -- in his daddy’s -- hot crotch. Scotty was still a little boy and he was sweet and clean. Daddy’s cock was musky; the smell was like nothing he had ever smelled before. Even though his own cock and balls had their own special smell, it was nothing like Daddy’s cock and balls -- they smelled even better. It was amazing and he was instantly thankful yet again that he had not resisted Scotty’s advances. Had he done so, he might not be there now, with his face buried in Daddy’s crotch, with his massive cock snaking down his throat and his hot salty load swimming around inside his tummy. There was something so erotic about the fact that the cum that had created him and his little brother, was now in his gut.

Cough. “Joshy,” Daddy interrupted his thoughts.

He let Daddy’s cock slip from his mouth, but didn’t want to let go of his big, hot balls.

“It’s ok Daddy,” he cooed. “No one will ever know, I promise. Besides, Scotty and I have been having sex for months. It’s not fair for us to be having sex when you aren’t. And besides, that was fucking amazing!”

The look of shock on his Daddy’s face was priceless.

“I know, I know. It blows my mind too. But, your slutty little boy started all of this,” the teen half-joked. “And I tried to resist, I really did, but damn, that little devil is persistent! He knows what he wants and he doesn’t ask for it, he just takes it.” he laughed. “I didn’t encourage the behavior; I didn’t pay any special attention to it. But, I also didn’t want to make him feel that anything he was doing was wrong or unnatural. So, when he did it, I let him do it, and then I talked to him about it. He said he wanted to see what it tasted like and that he liked it. I didn’t want to deny him exploration just like you and Mom never denied our curiosity. You encouraged it and helped us learn, you explained things before we learned to feel shame so that we never did. I just did what you did, trying to love him and let him discover. When he initiated things, I didn’t want to make him feel like it was wrong or that he shouldn’t want to do that. Never once did having sex with another boy cross my mind until Scotty seduced me. And it was amazing! It was way better than jerking off! I already loved Scotty so much, and I had no idea it was even possible, but I love him even more now. What’s more, I love everything we do and I try to make sure that he feels as good as he makes me feel. When I saw you lying here, alone, well, I knew how much you were missing Mom. And when I saw you get hard from my hand on your thigh, I knew you needed love from the only boy that could give it to you right now. … And Daddy… I needed it too.”

The teen boy crawled up and kissed his dad full on the lips, shoving his tongue into his mouth and demonstrating the skills he had learned making love to his little brother.

“Oh, and Daddy, we have to bring Scotty in on this too… immediately. I couldn’t bear to hurt his feelings or risk him catching us having sex before we told him. It would crush him, and I couldn’t bear that. And, trust me Daddy, he is a fucking cum eatin’ cock hungry little slut,” he practically giggled. “It will blow your mind just like he blew my mind the weekend we moved him into our room.”

Teddy didn’t say anything. He just lay there, shocked. But then, he noticed his eldest son’s massive erection tenting his shorts, cum everywhere, and still hard as a rock and bouncing to the beat of the boy’s heart.

“Jesus boy, you mean Scotty’s been taking that massive hog down his throat and up his ass?”

“Yes, Daddy. From the first night, he swallowed the whole thing and the next day, he worked it up his own ass! And it was him that started all of it, I swear. Everything we’ve ever done; he was the one that initiated it at least the first time. He pretty much always initiates it now too!” the boy laughed. “I know I’m a horny teen, but Jesus Christ that boy is a horn dog! When he started trying to work my huge cock into his tiny little ass, I was so scared that it would hurt him, but that little devil just fucked himself right down my cock after swallowing me down to the root as if he’d been taking it for years,” he replied. “Believe me, I tried to be so careful because I didn’t want to hurt Scotty. I love him so much. But he swallowed my entire cock the night we moved him into my room and then next day he literally fucked himself all the way down onto my cock.” He paused.

“I was torn, and thought about telling him no Daddy, I swear. But then I remembered you talking to me about getting hard and playing with myself in the living room, and how you showed me how your cock got hard too. You’ve always taught us that we are who we are, and that our feelings and desires are ok no matter what they are, and that whether we liked girls or boys or both, it was completely normal. I was afraid that denying him would cause him to begin to doubt himself, maybe think he shouldn’t like other boys. I didn’t know what to do and I couldn’t just come to your room and ask you, so I went with it. Besides I am a horny fucking teenager; I’m basically just a ball of fucking sex hormones. The little guy wasn’t tentative at all, he just fucking dove in! And he wasn’t gentle either. After he had my dick all the way up his hole, he started ramming his ass down on my cock and bouncing on it like a fucking super ball!”

He laughed somewhat nervously.

“I’m tellin’ you Daddy. I have learned so much from him. And I checked his butt and told him that if he saw blood, or if he felt sick or couldn’t poo, or if his tummy or butt or anything hurt at all, that he needed to come to me right away because I was so afraid that he might have hurt himself slamming his ass down onto my cock. I love him so much more than I ever thought possible, Daddy. He is my heart and soul. I can’t imagine spending my life without him close to me. He means the world to me. Please don’t be mad at me Daddy.”

Teddy pulled Joshy up so that the boy’s smooth chest was against his somewhat hairy chest, his face next to his, and he kissed his son hard and deep.

“I’m not mad at you Joshy. Your mother and I both saw how much you loved Scotty from the moment you saw him. We also both saw how much he loves you. A few months before the accident, your mother told me that she had awoken you to tell you we were leaving and your room smelled like a French whore house. She said it smelled like someone had pee’d the bed and that she was pretty sure that you were both naked in your bed. And she said there were bruises all over your neck. We looked again later that day when we got home, and sure enough, you had hickies all over your neck. We knew you couldn’t give yourself hickies on your neck and that it had to have been Scotty. We figured that you would tell us when you were ready.”

It was Joshy’s turn to be floored. He couldn’t believe that his parents both knew that he was fucking his little brother silly and they didn’t say anything. His cock throbbed and a huge glob of precum pumped out. He literally moaned at the realization. Clearly, they weren’t anywhere near as careful or as sneaky as he thought they had been. They would have to talk about that more later.

“We both love you very much Daddy. And I think Scotty would love it if you had sex with us too. I’m constantly fighting him for sleep. All he wants to do is fuck.” The boy laughed. “And honestly, after having my face in your crotch, I’m beginning to understand why!” He laughed again. “I guess I’m a bit slower than Scotty is when it comes to figuring out what I want sexually, but when I think about it, I think I’ve wanted to do that for a long time and just didn’t realize it. My ass clenched involuntarily the moment I saw your hard-on and I haven’t been able to think of anything other than you burying your big cock up my ass since I got my mouth on your cock.”

He felt Daddy’s cock pulse under him. He was hard again.

“I want you to fuck me Daddy,” he stated emphatically. “Right now. I know you’re hard again. I can feel that massive cock of yours pushing up into me. I want you inside of me Daddy, and I won’t take no for an answer.”

He jumped up and ran to the bedroom he shared with his little brother, grabbing the lube he had acquired originally for jerking off, but which had come in so handy when Scotty was randy and ready to fuck. He ran back to the living room, but Daddy was gone. Joshy froze; he had a sick, sinking feeling. Had he just fucked everything up? Did he read the situation wrong? Was the shit about to hit the fan? What was Daddy going to do? His mind reeling and his stomach churning at the prospects.

At that moment Daddy walked back into the living room from the other side. He had gone to his bedroom too. One hand was clenched tightly as he returned. Teddy saw the look on Joshy’s face and immediately realized that his absence when his eldest son returned to the room had caused the boy to feel terror and doubt -- he literally looked ill. The downcast and downtrodden look broke Teddy’s heart. After what they had just done, what the boy had just said to him, Teddy had made a terrible mistake, neglecting to consider the boy’s age, immaturity and insecurity after such insightful understanding and adult behavior. He immediately rushed over to the boy, throwing his arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

“Oh Joshy! I’m so sorry Son. I just went to grab something from my room. If you’re gonna get this monster up your bum, you’re probably gonna need a little help. I didn’t mean for you to come back to an empty room. I didn’t consider how you might feel if I wasn’t in the room when you returned.”

Teddy hugged his son tightly. Tears flowed down Joshy’s cheeks as relief washed over him while tears ran down Teddy’s cheeks for what his boy was feeling. When Daddy released his tight hold on his son, the boy wiped his eyes with his arm and checked the clock. Youngsters are quite resilient.

“My guess is we have about an hour until Scotty gets hungry and heads home. I want you to fuck me Daddy. I’ve never had anything but my fingers and Scotty’s tongue and fingers in my ass before. Scotty didn’t want to try to fuck me, but he loves getting fucked. Start out slow, but I’ll be damned if my little brother is going to out-fuck me.”

The teen laughed with a mischievous grin. Daddy laughed too. He was relaxing and finally leaning into what was going on, figuring that there wasn’t much he could do about it so he might as well embrace it. Joshy was going to have Daddy’s cock in his ass one way or the other. Besides, Teddy and Cassie both loved those boys above all else. There isn’t much that either one of them wouldn’t have done if asked. Neither had ever imagined what was happening, but Teddy was already feeling a bit better and more than that, he felt even closer to Joshy, a closeness that he had missed since Scotty had been born and the two had become practically inseparable.

Teddy’s eldest boy squirted some of the slippery liquid into his hand and grasped Daddy’s cock, coating the searing hot rod with lube, then smeared it on his own tight little starfish. Shoving a lube-covered finger into his own hole and wiggling his finger around, he loosened and slicked up his tight little hole. The feeling was amazing and his hole winked with excitement at the stimulation as he withdrew his finger. He couldn’t imagine how good it was going to feel having Daddy’s massive meat in his hole stretching him open, but he was certain it was going to be amazing -- especially given how much Scotty loved having the teen’s big cock in his tight little ass. The boy grabbed Daddy’s slicked-up cock and lined the head up with his tight pucker.

“Don’t force it Joshy,” Daddy said quietly. “The last thing you want to do is tear that sweet little tender pucker. Easy does it, Buddy. Let me guide you onto my cock. You focus on relaxing. Bear down, push your butthole out like you’re trying to poo. That action actually releases your sphincter and allows it to open up so that it can stretch and not tear. You still need to go slow and let it relax. It’s important to put a little in, and then pull it back out, then a little more back in, and back out. This also facilitates gently stretching little by little. Just as you didn’t want to hurt Scotty, Son, the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

Joshy leaned forward and kissed Daddy again, slathering another layer of lube on Daddy’s cock, then took another swipe at his tight little hole. Squatting down, Joshy put both hands on Daddy’s shoulders and lowered his rump down so that his little starfish once again kissed the tip of Daddy’s cock. Then, he pushed down and leaned back a bit, trying to push down on Daddy’s stiff rod just like Scotty had done to him. He tried to push it through his tight, previously un-fucked sphincter. It hurt a little, feeling like his butthole was ripping apart, but he was determined. If Scotty could do it, he could do it. One thing the teen failed to take into consideration was that, while his own cock was nine inches long and five and a half inches around, Daddy’s behemoth was thirteen and a half inches long and eight and a half inches around just under his big fat helmet head and thickened to over nine and a half inches around at the base. Joshy still didn’t make any progress. He lifted himself up from Daddy’s massive head and gargantuan shaft and then sat back down a bit hard, trying to force it in. Teddy saw that his boy was struggling.

“Woah, Cowboy!”

Daddy laughed nervously as his hands flew to Joshy’s butt cheeks as the teen struggled to force the massive knob through his tight pucker, holding him up preventing him from sinking down onto his massive schlong.

“You’ve never had anything other than a finger up there, and fairly small ones at that. You can’t just shove something that big up that tight little starfish, Baby Boy. It’ll rip you apart! You gotta go slow. This is what I went to get from my bedroom because I thought it might help, and I think things will go a lot easier with this.”

He held out his fist and slowly unfurled his fingers exposing a small brown bottle.

“What’s that?” Joshy asked.

“Poppers,” Daddy responded.

“What are poppers Daddy?”

“Well, you know that I do not condone drugs,” he paused.

“I know Daddy. Are those drugs?”

“Well, kind-of,” he replied hesitantly. “A form of these were created to use as a prescription medication for people with certain heart problems. It’s a vasodilator; it makes blood vessels expand and allows more blood to flow into the heart increasing blood flow. But it can also cause lightheadedness and a bit of a high feeling and even nausea if you’re not careful. But, in addition to relaxing veins and arteries, it also has the ability to relax other smooth muscles. That can cause your butt muscles to relax making it easier for you to take larger things like my cock up your bumhole. It can also make it feel better because it restricts the oxygen to your brain and can have other effects that make you feel good and may even block some of the discomfort. Normally, I wouldn’t allow you to even mess with poppers, but I’m not sure you can take my cock otherwise. I also want to make sure you enjoy this. If you don’t enjoy it, then there’s no reason to do it. I would never be party to doing something that felt good to me but hurt one of you boys. I love you way too much for that. I’ll help you with the poppers because you’re gonna need to hold on to my knees, and hold yourself up so that you don’t slip down too fast. I’m going to reach up and hold one side of your nose closed, and put the bottle up under the other side of your nose. I want you to breathe in slowly so that you don’t cough. It’s going to smell strong and chemically and I’m going to let you smell it first so that you know what to expect, ok? Just take a small sniff Sweetheart -- it's gonna make you feel a bit unsteady.”

The teen carefully sniffed the little brown bottle as Daddy held it a few inches from his nose. The smell was acrid, but wasn’t too bad. Daddy moved the bottle away after he was sure Joshy had smelled the fumes.

“Did you get a smell to see what they are like?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s not too bad. A little sharp, but I can manage.”

“Ok then, get ready. I will hold one side of your nose closed while you breathe in for about five seconds, then I will move it away. Keep breathing in air until your lungs are full, then hold your breath for another five seconds. Then you can slowly let it out.”

Teddy reached up and pushed one side of Joshy’s nose closed with his thumb, and held the small bottle under the other side of his nose -- a little ways away to ensure he didn’t get too much too quickly. The teen inhaled slowly as instructed. After about five seconds Teddy pulled the bottle away.

“Okay Buddy, keep breathing in until you can’t breathe in any more air, and then hold your breath until I tell you to let it out.”

Once Joshy had sucked in as much air as he could, Teddy counted out five seconds.

“Okay Dude, breathe out nice and slow.”

The boy exhaled. After a couple of seconds, he started to feel the effects of the inhalant.

“Woah! That’s some crazy shit!” He giggled. “It makes my head feel hot and kind-of wiggly and it makes my butthole and my dick tingle.”

Teddy laughed. “Good! This one seems to be a good one for you. There are lots of different kinds and they have different effects on different people.”

“Ok Daddy, let’s get going. Remember, we only have about an hour.”

Teddy reached up and with his thumb, pushed one side of Joshy’s nose closed and held the little brown bottle below the other.

“Breathe in slowly buddy, while you count to five seconds, then I’ll move it away while you finish breathing in. Hold your breath for five seconds and then breathe back out slowly. Give it about two seconds and then take a deep breath in, lowering yourself down gently onto my cock while pushing out like you need to poo.”

The teen followed Daddy’s instructions breathing in slowly. The acrid chemical hit his nose. It burned a little but he kept the slow, even intake of the inhalant going for the full five seconds, then stopped. Teddy saw the boy stop breathing in and moved the small bottle away. After a five-count, Joshy began to exhale as he slowly dropped down onto the hard pole beneath his winking ring, bearing down like he had to shit a brick. Between the poppers, exhaling and bearing down, the outer ring of his pucker unfolded, reached out and seized the head of Daddy’s cock.

“Ooooooooh! Shiiiiiiiiit! Nnnnnnnngghhh!”

He half-yelped half-moaned again as Daddy’s thick head forced his outer ring open and lodged in between the inner and outer rings stretching his poor little hole unevenly. Shivers flashed through his lean body as the teen’s tight hole tried to fight the invasion while clamping down trapping Daddy’s knob between the outer ring and the inner ring.

“Hold still Buddy,” Daddy ordered as he reached out and palmed Joshy’s sweet little cheeks. “Just relax and be still. Let my head stretch your hole a bit. That will help as we go, each time more goes in, just be still for a minute or so to get used to it. Then, we’re gonna back it out all the way for the first few times at least. This will help to gently stretch and re-stretch that sweet little hole of yours. Don’t try to take too much at once or you’ll tear that precious little silken sleeve!”

After a few moments, Teddy lifted his son, releasing his cock from the tight trap of the boy’s bunghole. He reached forward again and repeated his previous actions, pushing the boy’s nostril closed with his thumb, holding the small brown bottle under his other nostril.

“Breathe in slowly for five seconds, finish breathing without the bottle, hold for five seconds and then begin to exhale. Two seconds later, as you exhale, bear down and drop down onto my cock as the rush comes over you.”

Once again Joshy inhaled through the open nostril for five seconds. Teddy counted along with him and moved the bottle away at five. The teen kept breathing until his lungs were full and then held the air to the count of five. He let the air flow out as once again his face got hot, he felt a bit lightheaded and his cock and hole tingled. As the wave washed over him, the teen lowered himself onto Daddy’s cock again, letting his own weight pull in down. His outer ring had begun to stretch and more easily allowed Daddy’s big mushroom head to push through. He felt an uncontrollable urge to bear down.

“Hnnnnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh!”

The boy groaned involuntarily as he bared down, his tight ring trying to keep the invading monster out of his back alley. That reflex allowed Daddy’s bulbous head to slip deeper into the boy’s back door, punching through the inner ring of the boy’s sphincter. As Daddy’s massive head popped through Joshy’s inner sphincter, the boy cried out.

“Ahhhhhhh! Oooh! Unnnnngghhh!”

Suddenly a little more of the shaft slipped in and the boy felt his guts being pried apart as the massive appendage tore through his innards. Daddy’s head was all the way through the boy’s sphincter.

“Oooooooooh!”

Joshy moaned loudly. Daddy’s cock was stuck like a key in a lock, the thick ridge of his head pulling up against the inner ring. His rear-end spasming, Joshy’s hole clamped down repeatedly as if trying to chew his daddy’s cock like a dog chewing on a rawhide stick. When the spasming slowed, Daddy’s hands once again cupped his teen son’s ass, and lifted him up until the head of his cock exited with a loud ‘pop’.

“Ooooooooooooooh!”

Again, the boy moaned loudly, his voice going up at least an octave.

“You’re doing great, Buddy! Are you OK? Does anything hurt?”

“Naw. It feels real good. I get waves of pleasure every time it goes in and out.”

“Alright, good. Tell me immediately if it hurts. Even though we need to be quick, no shortcuts. I can’t take hurting you, Baby.”

Joshy loved hearing Daddy call him ‘Baby’ again. He hadn’t done that in so long. It turned him on even more.

“Okay Daddy,” he said in a bit of a baby voice.

The two continued, Daddy giving Joshy a hit of poppers, the boy holding until the wave started to wash over him and then exhaling as he pushed down, impaling himself on Daddy’s dick. The teen would again pause, taking a moment to rest and allow his tender tunnel to accept the stretch, then extricated himself from Daddy’s dick again. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, the boy’s tight hole accepted Daddy’s massive cock up his snug silken sleeve. Every excruciatingly tight millimeter of his son’s teen hole squeezed and sucked Teddy’s cock as he slowly and carefully helped the young teen lift up and lower further and further down his gargantuan shaft.

“Fuck Joshy, your little ass is so tight! Jesus! Your sweet hole is gonna just snap my cock off!”

Daddy moaned and groaned at the silky folds polishing his pole as his huge cock continued to slip deeper into his eldest boy. It turned out, Joshy was as much of a cock slut as his little brother was. He saw stars as Daddy’s massive cock forced its way up into his stomach. His head hurt, but it was the best hurt he had ever felt. His head felt hot, almost like it was just going to boil over and explode from the wonderful sensations of his daddy’s cock pushing up into him. Suddenly, the involuntarily urge to push overtook him, his rectum trying to force the massive meat from his tight tunnel. His body bared down as it continued to try to fight the invading monster. He grunted and groaned, his gut trying to expel Daddy’s big dick. He couldn’t control the urge and pushing down, his inner tunnel aligned, the folds tightened, and with the pushing, Daddy’s massive cock slipped several inches deeper into Joshy’s gut.

“Awww! Uuuuuuunnnnnnghhh! Unnnnngh! Ooooooh! Fuck, Daddy! Your cock feels so good pushing up into me! Fuckin’ hell! It feels like you’re tearing me apart, and I only want you in deeper!”

Teddy chuckled. He had also experimented with anal sex when he was younger, so he knew what his son was feeling. He too enjoyed anal sex and Cassie had used a variety of dildos on him during their wild love-making sessions. He gave the teen a slap square on his tight teen butt cheek.

“Ooooooh!” the teen yelped.

The boy’s body spasmed, his hole clenching tightly around Daddy’s cock, and when he relaxed from the involuntary spasm, his teen body slid further down onto Daddy’s fat cock. Daddy slapped his other sweet cheek causing the boy to again spasm, his entire being clamping down on that monster cock invading his guts. The teen continued to grunt as the shaft bored its way into his body, aided by a good thrust of Daddy’s hips.

“Unnnnnnnnnngghhh! Oooh! Aauuuhhhh!”

The teen’s moans increased an octave. Before the boy knew it, Daddy’s cock was buried all the way up his tight teen love tunnel. He was seated firmly on Daddy’s crotch with his massive schlong buried deep within his gut. He could feel Daddy’s hot nuts on his butt cheeks and his fuzzy bush tickling his sack. It was heaven. He now understood everything that Scotty had been experiencing. It hurt a little; but it hurt so good. His entire body was screaming out protesting the violation but at the same time trying to suck more of that massive cock into the boy. The teen was moaning constantly in ecstasy.

“No wonder Scotty is such a cock-hungry slut,” the teen grunted. “Nothing, and I mean nothing, has ever felt like this!”

Teddy laughed causing the teen to bounce on his crotch, forcing his body up and down on the massive invader. The boy moaned and groaned again. He couldn’t imagine anything other than cock feeling anything like this. Fucking his little brother was absolutely amazing, but he couldn’t wait to fuck Scotty while the little tyke was choking on Daddy’s massive cock, and then fucking his little brother’s sweet, tight hole while Daddy was fucking him! All he could think of was the new levels of ecstasy that they would achieve.

“Aw shit! Damn baby! Your hole feels so fucking good! God, I love you Joshy!”

“Oooooooooohhh, yeah, fuck me Daddy!”

Slowly, Joshy pushed up, first, just a little at a time lifting himself up Daddy’s cock, dropping back down, slowly moving to fuck himself on Daddy’s cock just as Scotty had fucked himself on his own big dick. Eventually, he developed a bit of a rhythm, up and down, up and down as he began to ride Daddy’s dick.

“Goddamn boy! Seems like you are a cock hungry slut too! Awww Fuuuuck! That tight hole feels so good!”

Joshy remembered the things that had driven Scotty to a state of complete and total…helplessness…utter ecstasy…and he was eager to try those actions, this time as the fuckee not the fucker. He lifted himself almost all the way off of Daddy’s massive cock, and then dropped himself back down, letting gravity pull him down onto Daddy’s crotch as his cock once again tore through his insides. Daddy’s cock felt so amazing deep in his gut as he tightened his ass muscles around the thick, rigid shaft. The sensations were indescribable. Once again, fireworks were exploding all over the teen’s body and mind. Joshy clenched his ass on Daddy’s cock over and over again, hearing him moan and groan as he did, gyrating on his dick as his insides hugged the searing stick.

“Oh my god, Baby Boy! You’re a natural at this! My god that sweet ass is just amazing! Your tight ass swallowed my whole cock! Fucking incredible!”

Daddy was finally really letting go, succumbing to the power of his little teen boy. Joshy knew that ultimately Daddy couldn’t resist because the teen had also been powerless against Scotty’s charms -- and god he was thankful for that! He clenched his ass tight, consciously trying to squeeze Daddy’s cock, pushed down hard shoving himself as far down as he could onto the big stick, arching his back in the process.

“Uuuuuunnnnnnnngggggghhhh, fuck yeah! Ride that cock you little slut!”

Daddy moaned again, this time more loudly as he started to fuck his eldest son faster and harder.

“Oooooohhh! Oooohh f-f-fu-ck! Oh, yeah, pound, my, hole, Daddy! O-oh, go-od, it, fe-els, so-o, goo-oo-ood!”

Joshy’s emanations were made staccato by Daddy’s forceful thrusts, literally knocking the air from the boy’s lungs. He was practically screaming in ecstasy, his moans octaves above his normal pitch. With one hand on the back of the couch and the other on Daddy’s shoulder, the boy slammed his tightened asshole down onto his dad’s gargantuan cock. It felt so good tearing through his insides, scraping across his prostate, stretching his boyhole wide open and reaching up inside him. Joshy had started out slow, lifting himself up and sliding back down onto Daddy’s cock, but quickly ramped up, working himself into a frenzy of fucking. Up and down he went, sending indescribable waves of pleasure ripping through him, and now Daddy was pounding the living hell out of the teen and he was loving it.

Daddy helped Joshy up and down with his hands on the teen’s sweet little cheeks, still freeing one hand to provide the boy with the inhalant that made the tingling even more powerful, continuing to intensify his son’s pleasure. The boy pushed up hard allowing Daddy’s dick to completely exit his heavenly hole, only to drop back down all the way, his sweet boyhole swallowing Daddy’s entire cock in one move. His moans were practically screamed out as ecstasy exploded through him, Daddy’s cockhead ripping through his tight ring, breaching his sweet hole. The teen felt the tingling expanding deep in his gut, but he was not prepared for the sudden explosion of cum that erupted from his cock. As the combination of Daddy’s cock tearing through his sphincter, stretching and slamming into his prostate, made his cock explode, cum squirted all over. The teen’s hot cream blew all over Daddy’s face and chest, up over his head splashing in his hair and on the couch and wall behind him. Daddy just laughed and opened his mouth, catching some of his older boy’s spunk and tasting it. It was some of the best-tasting cum Teddy had ever tasted – delicious, sweet virgin boy-cum. Well -- no longer virgin, but still.

Daddy’s cock continued to rip through the teen boy, forcing more and more spunk up and out of the boy’s fuck stick. Every time Daddy drove his cock up into the boy, more cum would pour out of the boy’s piss slit and flow over the edge, down his shaft, over his balls and down the teen’s asshole onto Daddy’s cock and balls. That was hot. Soon, though, it was just a dribble. Suddenly, liquid shot out of the teen’s cock when Daddy’s cock slammed into the boy’s gut. It arced through the air splashing onto the teens face. Joshy opened his mouth and caught some of the liquid letting it flow over his tongue. It was piss! Daddy was literally fucking the piss out of him. Fuck it was so hot! Every time Daddy’s cock slammed deep into the teen’s hole, piss arced from the teen’s cock, splashing his face. He swallowed as much as he could, but Daddy slammed in hard a couple of times forcing the piss to arc farther so that he could catch some in his own mouth.

“Mmmmm, goddamn that’s good piss! And you’re drinking your own piss? Shit, you’re a dirty little fuck, aren’t you Son?” he grinned.

“Mmm-hmmm,” was all the boy was able to get out.

“Are you drinking your little brother’s piss too?”

“Mmm-hmmm.”

“Fuck yeah! You’re a dirty little faggot aren’t you, boy!?” Daddy laughed.

“Mmm-hmmm.”

“Oh fuck, yeah you are. You take after your momma and your old man! Both you and your brother do.”

Daddy laughed a deep almost wicked-sounding laugh as he groaned in pleasure.

The teen had sucked out the easy load right off, but his tight teen boy-butt was still more than Daddy could contend with, and it wasn’t long before he stiffened, and shoved his cock deep into his boy’s gut as it prepared to let loose its own ammunition deep up the boy’s fuck chute. Joshy felt Daddy’s cock expand and sat down as hard as he could, forcing Daddy’s cock as deep into his body as he could manage. He wriggled back and forth and in circles clenching his hole, as tightly as he could anyway, with the massive meat stick stretching his little cinnamon ring, wreaking havoc on his already battered insides. The teen felt Daddy’s cock expanding in his gut; he thought he was going to pass out. Suddenly Daddy let loose his load, flooding the teen’s tummy.

“Oh shit! Fuuuck! I’m cumming Baby Boy! Hnnnnnnngggggggghhhhhhh! Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh yeah take Daddy’s load Baby! Shit! Yeah! Fuck! Hnnnnnnnngggggghhhhhhh! Oh, fuck that ass is so tight! Hnnnnnngggggggghhhhh! Fuck! Take the cum that made you Boy! Take Daddy’s load deep up your gut! Oh Fuck! Holy Shit Boy! That’s the tightest hole I’ve ever been in! Goddamn! Fuck!”

Daddy’s cock erupted, blasting searing hot cum up into the teen’s gut, coating his fuck tube. The boy could swear that he could feel the hot, searing spunk wash over his insides. It was amazing and soothing. He clenched his ass again and again, until Daddy wrapped his arms around the boy.

“Joshy, Joshy,” he whimpered, “stop clenching. I need you to be still. My cock is super sensitive.”

The teen giggled remembering how he had been forced to hold Scotty tightly and say the same thing, and how Scotty had then wiggled on his cock. It drove Joshy insane but it was a good insane. He wiggled and clenched. Daddy winced and laughed.

“Sorry Daddy, I couldn’t resist,” the older boy fibbed mischievously, a grin creeping across his face. “Scotty does the same thing to me.”

Teddy laughed, slapped his older boy’s ass, groaned again because it caused Joshy’s body to tense on his cock again, then placed one hand on each of the boy’s lean hips, and yanked the boy off his massive cock. Teddy let out a loud groan as his cock cleared his son’s torturous hole. Joshy too, moaned loudly as the massive log tore through his mangled colon and rectum, exiting his sloppy, well-fucked, well-stretched, little starfish. Teddy chuckled at his son’s expression, feeling the massive cock suddenly dislodged and removed from his innards. Joshy giggled again. He remembered the look of surprise on Scotty’s face the first time he pulled his cock all the way out, and then slammed it back in. How the boy had begun to object, and ask his big brother why he had pulled his cock out of his sweet little hole, only to be stunned by the jarring attack of Joshy’s big dick digging right back into his hole, and slamming all the way into his little tummy.

Daddy flipped him around much like Joshy had Scotty, and before the teen knew what was happening, Daddy was eating his ass and sucking his own spunk from his older son’s tender, violated hole. The teen just moaned and writhed under the force of Daddy’s lips and tongue, licking and sucking his insides out. The added stimulation of Daddy’s whiskers prickling his tender, abused hole and butt cheeks drove the boy wild. He dove down onto Daddy’s dick, and began lapping up the cum that had coated his dad’s cock. When the man yanked his cock away from the control of the boy’s tortuous hole, cum had gushed out, covering his cock as it escaped the boy’s stretched pucker. Joshy licked up what was left of Daddy’s cum. He thought of Scotty in the mix and it just revved the teen’s engine again.

“It seems the men in this family have a lot more in common than I could have ever imagined,” Teddy mused aloud.

While Joshy loved sharing this moment with Daddy, he also felt quite guilty that Scotty had not been part of it.

“Tonight, we’ll play it by ear,” the teen instructed. “I’ll kick things off after dinner at some point. When if feels right, you’ll know. I’m certain that Scotty will be delighted to have you join us as we express our love for each other physically.”

Daddy started to object, but Joshy put his finger up to his dad’s lips, leaned forward and kissed him.

“I am already feeling really guilty that we did this without him. I know he’ll want to be a part of it. I don’t know why things have happened this way Daddy,” he said, “but I know what feels right, and this is the most right I’ve ever felt, with one exception. Scotty’s not here. The only thing missing is Scotty. He knows not to tell anyone anything. When he started all this, I had a long talk with him, and I explained all of the dangers of other people finding out. I did what you and Mommy always do, and I explained everything to him in a nonjudgmental way. I explained that people feel differently about kids experimenting with other kids, and that many parents teach their boys that touching and playing with their penis is gross and dirty, but that you guys don’t feel that way. I told him the same things that you told me when you found me playing with my dick in front of the TV all those years ago. I talked to him about the fact that most people think that it’s wrong for someone older, to let someone younger touch their penis and butt, or for someone older to touch kids’ private parts. I explained that we could talk about it any time as long as it was just the two of us, and what could happen if he told any of his friends or any adults. I said that he could always do whatever he wanted to do, that he could ask me to do something, that he could always tell me he didn’t want to do something and I would never judge him or deny him. I made sure that he understood that I love him no matter what, and that I was fine with him exploring his feelings with me.

We thought we had to keep it from you and mom too, because we didn’t know how you would react. I didn’t think anyone would believe me that he initiated everything, and I couldn’t bear to lose Scotty. But you know, don’t you Daddy? You know this is right. We all love each other, and this just brings us closer together. Scotty won’t ever let it slip and neither will I. I know this is hard. Mommy is gone and we can’t change that, but we can honor her by taking care of each other like we always have, and more. And if she figured out that Scotty and I were fucking and didn’t freak out, then I think she would approve of this too. She would want her boys to take care of their Daddy, and help each other heal.”

“Are you sure you’re only thirteen?” he laughed. “You are one smart little cookie. And clearly you have taken excellent care of your brother. You’ve protected him and loved him and guided him through this… Okay, Joshy. It’s all you Son. I’ll leave it to you.”

The two got composed and cleaned up. The living room smelled like a locker room mixed with a whore house. Joshy took a deep sniff.

“Fuck! I love that smell! So does Scotty,” Joshy laughed. “If he walks in here and smells this, he’s gonna know we’ve been fucking Daddy,” the young teen warned. “We need to open things up and freshen up the room. Trust me, I’m sure he would just be crushed if he figured it out before we bring him in, and I couldn’t bear hurting him like that Daddy.”

The lad opened some windows and an air freshener and sprayed the room and the couch for extra measure. Scotty was sly, and Joshy just hoped his little brother didn’t pick up on any clues before he could get things started with Daddy. Joshy looked at his dad. He looked a lot better. They all still missed Mommy a lot, but there was something about sharing their physical love with each other that helped the three of them to heal a little more. Joshy had noticed that both he and Scotty seemed to feel better, feel more…normal, when they resumed their sexual escapades. He was sure the same was now true for Daddy, and a nice evening of fucking both of his boys, when they could take their time, should revitalize him even more than the quick suck and fuck that Joshy had practically forced onto his daddy, especially since they were so rushed.

After they got the news about their mom passing, for the first few weeks, Scotty wore pajamas to bed every night. He just held onto Joshy tightly, not wanting any separation; he needed the security of his big brother’s loving arms around him. There was no sexual contact. His hot little body was already a permanent part of his big brother’s bed at night, snuggled up into Joshy’s arms and legs as he pushed his body as close to his big brother as he could. It wasn’t like when they were playing around; clearly, he was sad and scared and unsure and he needed his big brother to keep him safe.

When he was awake, he sat on Joshy’s lap or snuggled up very close to him on the couch. If Joshy got up to go pee, Scotty followed him. Joshy just put his arm around his little brother and used one hand to pull his penis out to pee. He knew that Scotty needed to be next to him and it was ok. More than often, by that time, Scotty had to go too. Only a few times did he get up to go pee on his own, but when he did, he held onto Joshy’s hand until he got up with him, knowing that he needed his big brother close. During that time, Scotty stopped his sexual overtures as well. Joshy understood; he really didn’t feel much like fooling around either. For the first couple of weeks and several days after the funeral, Scotty just needed his big brother to hold him and protect him and comfort him.

Over time, Scotty’s grief lessened some and he once again began to play with his big brother’s cock in the bath. Soon he was wearing underwear to bed again, and eventually invading Joshy’s underwear, helping himself to his big brother’s treasures when they were in bed. At first, Scotty was tentative and unsure, as if he wasn’t sure if it would be ok again after not doing anything for weeks. But Joshy was loving and gentle, holding his little brother tightly no matter what position they were in. When Scotty was tentative about touching his big brother’s cock again, Joshy smiled softly and kissed his little brother, and placing his bigger hand on his brothers, he whispered into Scotty’s ear.

“It’s ok Scotty. You can touch whatever you want, whenever you want. If you want me to do something, just tell me. Whatever you need, Baby Brother, just let me know. You have nothing to be afraid of. I love you so much Scotty. I will do everything I can to always be here for you. You’re safe, my love, my little prince.”

One night he slipped off his underwear and climbed into bed.
“Awen’t you gonna take yoe undaweaw off Joshy?” the little boy asked as his big brother started to climb into bed.

“Do you want me to, Scotty?”

“Yeah.”

“Ok Buddy,” he smiled softly.

He took his underwear off and climbed into bed with his little brother. His need for physical love was growing. The first night, they slept naked together and Scotty’s hands just roamed and touched his brother all over. Joshy rubbed the boy’s back and legs and hips and sweet little buns, gently caressing his silky skin, but specifically avoided his penis, scrotum and anal region. He wanted his little brother to let him know when he was ready to proceed, just as he had told him he wanted him to sleep naked. The next night Scotty moved down and sucked Joshy’s cock, savoring his sweet spunk. Even after swallowing his brothers pent-up load, he continued to suckle his big brother’s cock, not trying to tickle and tease him but just because he felt safe and secure with his big brother’s cock down his throat, even soft. The next day he crawled up next to his big brother and shoved his naked little butt in the teen’s face.

“Wick my butt howe, Joshy,” the sweet little boy ordered.

Joshy chuckled.

“As you wish, master,” he grinned, “I just love licking that beautiful little boy-button of yours!”

Joshy was more than happy to oblige. He had been patiently waiting and he would have been just as happy continuing to wait if that was what Scotty needed. He would continue to let Scotty take the lead, but he was very happy to be able to pleasure the little tyke again.

The little boy relaxed, and his desire returned. It wasn’t long before Scotty was back to slamming his own hot little boyhole down onto his big brother’s searing shaft, fucking himself into oblivion. As their fuck sessions returned to their usual level of intensity, Scotty began to return to normal as well. He needed that additional closeness and it helped him to return to a new form of normal; it helped Joshy regain some normalcy as well. The two returned to sleeping naked, and while he was never far from his big brother in bed, when they were up and about during the day, Scotty was no longer completely and constantly attached to his big brother. Joshy didn’t mind in any case. All that he wanted was for Scotty to feel normalcy and safety. They didn’t miss their mom any less, but somehow that physical closeness, the release, the shared pleasure -- the teen didn’t know what it really was -- but it seemed to ease both of the boys’ pain and help to mend their souls.

Daddy looked that way too, after Joshy rode him hard and showered him with his teenage cum, he didn’t look quite as tired, or quite as sad. Joshy knew immediately that Scotty’s insatiable little boyhole, and hot little loving body, would quickly aid in their daddy’s recovery as well. Even though Joshy had told him of some of their exploits, because he was so young, Joshy knew that Daddy would be shocked at what a little cock slut Scotty was. After all, seeing is believing, and when it comes to a cock-crazed little boy, nothing is more eye-opening than seeing the little whirlwind in action. Joshy knew he hadn’t been able to resist his little brother’s charms and he was sure the boys’ dad wouldn’t be able to either. A short time later, Scotty came bounding into the house.

“I’m hungry Joshy,” he called out.

Joshy laughed. The little tyke was right on time.

“What do you wanna eat Buddy?” he asked.

“Hotdogs and tater tots!” was the little tyke’s reply.

“Okay Dude! Hotdogs and tater tots it is! Go get washed up, ok?”

“Okay.”

Scotty ran to the bathroom and washed his face and hands. He did a good job as usual. Joshy liked to think that was his doing since he taught Scotty how to wash his hands and face, and how to clean himself well, as he bathed his little brother each night in the bath. He came bounding back into the kitchen and climbed up into a chair, then sat patiently waiting for his hotdogs and tater tots. He was just so cute and sweet.

“Sheesh! I love you Little Man!” Joshy exclaimed. “You are just so damned cute and sweet!”

The little boy smiled.

“I wuv you too Big Man.”

Ketchup only on the hotdogs, and a pile of ketchup on the plate for the tater tots too, and Scotty was ready to dig in. The teen made Daddy a plate of hotdogs and tater tots as well. He liked everything on his hotdogs -- mayonnaise, mustard, ketchup, onion, relish. Joshy only liked ketchup and mustard on his. He made a couple for himself and sat down with Scotty at the table. He grinned as the little tyke gobbled up the hotdogs and tater tots.

“Slow down Buddy,” he cautioned. “If you’re not careful, you’ll choke and then I’ll have to suck hotdog or tater tot right out your nose!”

The little squirt snorted and laughed, but slowed down.