Date: Thu, 13 Aug 2020 16:41:42 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Part of Me Chapter 7

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PART OF ME

** PREVIOUS CHAPTER **
"David, I'm pregnant!"

CHAPTER SEVEN

"You're...what?"

David felt like his chest was suddenly being congested. Maybe he just
didn't hear Jill correctly. God knows he had been so confused these last
few weeks because of his feelings for Brandon and trying to find a subtle
way to break up with Jill...

But then again, he was seventeen. Chances was that his hearing was fucking
perfect. Unfortunately.

Jill clenched her teeth and tired her best not to lose her temper as she
stared at her boyfriend, the very same one that she had been so damn
desperate to try and get hold of these past few days. It felt like she and
David had been distant for a while now, and she couldn't understand for the
life of her, why.

Which boy in his right mind would willingly ignore her? HER, of all people?
The fucking most popular girl in school!

"David, you heard me. I'm not kidding around here. I have had my suspicions
for a while now, ever since that night ...you know...we had sex without a
condom..."

David cringed inwardly.

Of course he remembered that nighr. Of course he did.

But not because he and Jill had sex and bareback at that.

No.

It was because that night, was the first time he had discovered he had any
kind of feelings for Brandon. The latter had only gone and actually walked
in on them (chapter 2) during the sex and their eyes had connected. In
fact, David had creamed Jill pussy whilst staring into Brandon's eyes.

And now...there must be a god there up somewhere because he fucking hated
him.

"So...what now?" he croaked out.

Geez...he was gonna be a father...my god, his own dad was gonna KILL him!
His mother will probably ground him until his weeding day!

Jill shrugged her shoulders and placed her hands on her hips.

"What, you mean, just pick a clinic? Make the problem go away?"

"What? No! I didn't mean that! Seriously, this is freaking me out!" David
sputtered, before he glanced back at the house...oh my god...Brandon was
still there inside...waiting for him...

He couldn't deal with this right now. He just couldn't. Having feelings for
a boy, being more happy that he ever was in his life, and that being with
Brandon, NOT Jill... and now facing a life as a new dad...all at age
seventeen...enough to screw with any kid's mind.

"Jill, I mean...You better come inside. We have to tell my parents. We were
gonna have a barbecue this afternoon, but I guess that's not gonna happen
now..." he mumbled.

"Glad me and my sprog are such a burden to you..." Jill hissed, her eyes
full of unshed tears.

"I didn't mean...you know what, just come inside. We have to tell my
folks. They'll know what to do," David said as he took hold of Jill's hand
as the two expecting parents neared the house.

**

The very moment that David entered his house with Jill right behind him in
tow, Brandon got a niggling feeling inside the pit of his stomach.

He knew that something was about to happen...in some form. And he also knew
it wasn't gonna be for his benefit. The haunted look inside his boyfriend's
eyes was all too much to bare.

"Brandon...bro, where's my dad? Is my mom home yet?" David stumbled, his
eyes everywhere except on Brandon himself.

"Your mom parked at the back. They're doing the sausages...David, you look
like someone has died!" Brandon replied, standing up and oh, so desperately
wanting to comfort the boy he loved with all his heart ...before he saw
Jill grab one of David's hands and holding it inside her own...

Safe to say a little part of Brandon's heart died, right then and there.

"David, what's the hold up...oh.. Hey, Jill. Long time no see!" Jackie
Connelly said joyfully as she placed the cooked sausages inside the bain
marie to keep them warm.

Immediately she could feel the sheer tension between the three teenagers in
her living room...and if what Kyle had just told her outside was true, that
David had feelings for Brandon...this was one fight she did not wanna he
part of. She was pretty sure Kyle would feel the same.

"The food is ready, when y'all are finished..." she said but David stopped
her.

"Mom...can you call Dad? There's...just call him?"

"David...son, are you okay?" Jackie asked, moving swiftly towards her son
and feeling if his forehead was warm. She had never...never seen David
quite like THIS.

Kyle Connelly entered from the back, shirtless and all, his eight pack
heaving as he was drying himself off from the swim he just took, and in
seeing that Jill was there, he rapidly put on his shirt.

One look at David, and then at Jill and finally at a dejected Brandon spoke
volumes...did David finally break things off with Jill in lieu for
Brandon...?

David took a deep breath and squeezed Jill's hand.

Brandon swallowed, hard.

He knew what was coming. Look at them!

He knew David was straight but the things he had said to him...how he
kissed him, how he told him he wanted him, loved HIM, how he was choosing
him over Jill...this can't be happening.

They were holding hands for God's sake! They were so getting back
together...What else could it be?

**

"Jill's pregnant."

A gasp from Jackie as she dropped the sausages she was holding. The
deliciously cooked meat was splattered all over the living room floor. The
tiles, completely covered in gravy and sauces.

Kyle stepped back, his towel still inside his hands, but deadly still and
quiet.

Brandon...his body gave in. He fell onto the floor with a damning thud.

Kyle was there first, as he checked the boy's pulse and felt his
temperature. He had fainted. Stone cold.

For David, it felt like he was seeing all these images through a DVD
player. Like this wasn't HIS life.

His mom, not even bothering to clean up the mess she made, even though she
was so high and might usually about a clean house.

His dad, trying his best to wake Brandon up after he seemingly collapsed
due to the news.

And now, Jill, who had tears streaming down her face as the truth finally
came to light. She was clever enough to put two and two together.

"You...you and...him? I knew from the way you were treating me these past
few weeks that you had to be cheating on me...but with HIM? With a dude??
You bastard!" Jill screamed and slapped David so hard, his ears were
ringing.

She grabbed her handbag and stormed out of the house, before anyone could
stop her.

David finally got life inside his dead limbs as Brandon finally flickered
his eyes open, and he groggily stared at Kyle in sheer disbelief.

"What...what happened?" Brandon whispered, gently taking one of David's
dad's hands inside his own.

Kyle, knowing he had also suffered through his own gay feelings recently
for the beautiful Brandon, was careful to not have Jackie, nor David see
what was happening. He gently, carefully, removed Brandon's hand from his
and pulled the boy into an upright position.

"You fainted. You're gonna be okay. I promise..." Kyle said, knowing he was
meaning every word.

This kid loved his son. He knew it. He could see it. And now everything had
gone to jack shit. Jill was pregnant, and whilst he was happy for David and
her, since this would of course be a first ever grandchild for himself and
Jackie...what now for Brandon?

This was never gonna work now. He was never gonna see Brandon again...not
as much as he would have liked.

Kyle moved a bit as David knelt next to him. His son took Brandon's
hand...and within a few short seconds, Brandon ripped it away from him.

"Don't...don't touch me..."

"Brandon, please, we weren't even a thing when me and Jill slept
together..."

"HOW DARE YOU? HOW DARE YLU!"

Everyone seemingly had forgotten about Jackie. She had finally gotten
control over herself and grabbed David violently and pushed him away from
Brandon and Kyle.

"I told you, I dunno HOW many times, that if you insist on sleeping with
your girlfriend, to wear a fucking condom!"

David had never heard his mother swear before.

"Look now what you have done! Look at that poor boy! I don't give a fuck
that you're straight, gay, bisexual or whatever...why did you have to break
Brandon's heart? LOOK AT HIM!"

Jackie pulled David to her, holding his face with both her hands, forcing
him to look at Brandon, who was still sitting on the floor. He looked like
a corpse.

The boy looked crushed. Defeated. His handsome unblemished face full of
tears and self-loathing.

"THAT'S WHAT YOU HAVE DONE! You lot never listen, do you? All you teenagers
care about is sex! You don't care about doing things right or the
consequences! Well, now, you're gonna do the right thing, and you get your
ass over to Jill's. We need to talk to her parents and try and find a damn
way forward. I'm sorry, Brandon. I really am. I know you have feelings for
my son, and he does for you as well, if you can believe him, but we need
for you to leave him alone from now on."

Brandon made a gargling noise from inside his chest. David's head sunk to
his chest whilst Kyle couldn't quite believe what he was hearing...what has
gotten into Jackie? These boys were crazy about each other! A blind man
could see it!

"He has a child on the way now. I'm sure there are hundreds of boys you can
fall in love with, but from now, David is off limits. Get in the car David,
and tell me where Jill's house is. I'm NOT messing around!"

David seemed to slump forward at his mother's words, and Kyle couldn't get
a word in edge way's either.

This wasn't Jackie...she wasn't usually like this! She was kind hearted and
gentle...what the hell just happened?

For real??

**

Long after the Jackie and David had gotten into the Connelly family car and
had driven off, Brandon was still on the floor, his head between his legs.

How many times.

How many times did he tell himself that falling for David, straight David
Connelly, with the sexy ass girlfriend...was gonna be a mistake? His heart
had simply refused to listen to his brain, and now...and now this.

He knew Jill was telling the truth. He knew she wasn't lying.

Not when he had caught them having sex way back all those weeks ago. Before
he and David was even a thing. He had seen them...he had seen David's
beautiful, ripped teenage body move in and out of his girlfriend, bare
back...and how he climaxed inside her, whilst staring deep into Brandon's
eyes.

Once was all it takes. Literally.

He felt a presence next to him.

"Brandon...?"

Kyle Connelly.

David's handsome father. Who had always treated him with nothing but
kindness and respect.

He felt a bond with this man, he could never really understand it. He had
his own father, Marvin Williams, but in Kyle Connelly, he found a yearning
for something more.

Not to mention that the man was an older version of his equally sexy
teenage son. Who had just gotten his girlfriend pregnant and dumped Brandon
right into the abyss.

He looked up, for the first time in several minutes, and the look on the
man's face was too much. Way too much. Pity.. Sorrow.. He didn't want
that. He wanted David. The boy he loved with his entire human being.

"Come on, let's get you home," Kyle whispered and gently proceeded to help
the boy up.

At first Brandon's knees seemed to buckle underneath him, from the sheer
shock he had just received, and again, Kyle was there to keep him upright
and held him very tightly.

In turn, Kyle was out of breath. He was angry at his wife, for saying all
those nasty things to this beautiful, fragile, heartbroken boy he was
holding in his arms.

He could understand it though...after what happened to their own family
seventeen years ago when baby Jonathan was so sadly kidnapped from
them. David's twin brother...never to be seen or heard from ever
again. That's why Jackie had suddenly morphed into such a tyrant when she
heard David was gonna be a father...the last thing she wanted was David to
abandon his kid...and it all stemmed from Jonathan's disappearance.

Brandon felt Kyle's arms around him.

Both of them were alone inside the house. There was no one there. He needed
release. David was gone. He was gonna be a dad...the pain...the hurt, the
sheer unfairness of it all...his eyes were glassy as he stared at the
perfect sun-bleached skin of his former boyfriend's father.

Dear God ...the man was a walking orgasm.

Kyle felt a hand on his arm.

"Brandon, what..."

The hand swiftly moved down the length of said arm until it reached his
fingers...before gliding up once more towards his strong and muscled
biceps.

What the hell was the kid doing...

"Brandon...no...you gotta stop..."

Those pleading words flew right into Brandon's ears and straight back
out. The boy was gone. He wasn't thinking clearly. All he knew was that he
wanted the pain, the soreness, the raw hurt to be taken away, in some
form. And Kyle Connelly...the sexiest adult man he had ever seen, was right
there...

"I want you ..." came the whispered words that father and son would forever
remember inside their souls.

How could they possibly know the truth?

How could they realise that Brandon was in fact the same baby Jonathan that
had been kidnapped seventeen years ago by deranged Marvin Williams and had
left Kyle for dead that day?

How could they possibly have known that they were about to commit the most
damning incestuous act known to man kind... ?

**

Kyle swallowed. Hard.

Brandon was a fucking enigma. He was beautiful. Sexy. Charming. Black hair
very much like his own. Even his eyes were a little identical to those of
himself and David.

Weird.

He looked...so vulnerable. So lonely. So incredibly...there wasn't a
word. Not for someone as Innocent and precious as Brandon was.

"Brandon...I'm married. I'm David's father, for crying out loud..." he
tried to reason, more to himself than to Brandon.

"I don't care. You're the only one now, right here, who can take my pain
away. I know you want me too. I've seen you check me out. Anyone will be
lucky to have you...I wanna see what's under those shorts so bad, Mr
Connelly..."

It was like Brandon had suffered some kind of breakdown...he would never in
a million years react this way.

He was HURT. He needed to STRIKE BACK the only way he knew how!

For Kyle, there was only so much a closet gay man, who has been living a
lie for several years could do when a handsome seventeen year old boy told
him those exact words.

Kyle violently pushed Brandon against the living room wall, and with a
groan escaping from deep inside his throat, he bombarded the boy's mouth
with his own.

Brandon, felt like his body had been set alight. The man oozed masculinity
...exactly what he now craved most in the world. He felt Kyle's tongue
searching and demanding entry to his mouth, which he gladly allowed.

The two men kissed each other as if it was their last day on this green
earth. Kyle roared as he held Brandon in his arms, his dreams finally
becoming a reality. He kissed the boy's lips, burying his face inside his
neck and kissing the sweet flesh he found there, he then hastily, with
another raw moan from inside his congested chest, kissed Brandon's
eyes...his nose...his forehead...and finally retaking his lips between his
own.

Brandon held Kyle at his midriff, and he tore the shirt the sexy beast was
wearing clean off him.

Before Brandon, was what he craved. Yes, he loved David, but he also knew
in the same breath, that his dad was an sheer alpha male. Good god. That
eight pack abs which was by now, heaving up and down at a furious pace.

Brandon flung himself at Kyle, his arms flying around his neck and kissing
him deeply.

Not even Kyle's high school crush...yes, another boy, had ever kissed him
as passionate as this.

Brandon's hands were all over Kyle's stomach muscles, he moaned and gasped
for breath as he finally touched those tight and rock hard blocks of abs he
had been seeing these past few weeks.

It felt ALIVE underneath his touch.

Kyle's cock was as stiff as it ever was. He gave Brandon another raw,
needy, desperate kiss, before picking up the boy in his strong arms,
looking deep into his eyes.

"You sure?" he asked, kissing Brandon once more.

The teenage boy's eyes were glazed with hurt and pleasure at the same
time. He nodded eagerly.

Kyle felt his penis surge at the gesture, before marching upstairs with
Brandon in his arms, never taking his eyes off his beautiful boy.

Pun intended.

**

Two bodies hit the Connelly's main bedroom as Kyle carefully placed Brandon
on the bed before attacking him with his own horny ass lips.

The boy wriggled underneath him as he asserted his dominance. He kissed
Brandon, solidly tasting the boy's tongue and saliva, before holding his
face inside both his hands.

"You're...so beautiful...I look at you and I just wanna protect
you. Always. Since the beginning. You're precious...you're mine..."

Another kiss as Brandon heard the words he had always wanted to hear from a
father figure as their tongues once more danced inside their orbits.

Kyle took the initiative as he proceeded to make love to Brandon's neck,
kissing and slurping and licking all the way down to his collarbone.

Brandon sighed in sheer sexual relief as he entangled his fingers lovingly
inside Kyle's hair. His chest was heaving rapidly as Kyle moved even lower.

The dad of the boy he loved, and seemingly lost that afternoon, kissed his
chest, dragging his wet tongue over the white skin, until his lips touched
Brandon's own abs. Nothing to be sniffed at here. The boy was as beautiful
as his pecks.

Kyle made sure, with a cock on red alert, to taste every single bit of the
kid's abs as he could, before he ripped the kid shirt off him.

His hands desperately fumbled with the boy's trousers, pulling them off in
quick succession before his fingers dangled enticingly over Brandon
testosterone fuelled six inch teenage cock.

"Can I? Please? Been so long since..." Kyle whispered, his breathing coming
rapidly through his mouth.

Brandon, somewhere in between sexual bliss and ecstasy, pulled Kyle in for
another earth shattering kiss.

"Do it, Mr Connelly..." he whispered back, his warm breath sheer awakening
an animal inside the older man.

Kyle dove downwaeds and pulled Brandon's underwear from his groin, causing
the rock hard six incher slapping the kid's stomach, as hard as it
was. Kyle grabbed the red hot organ inside his right hand...jesus how hot
was this thing?

Without thinking, he popped the dick inside his mouth, tasting raw bare
back seventeen year old dick for the first time in years.

"Holy ...ssshhhit! Mr Connelly!"

Brandon's screams and groans was like music to Kyle's ears.

The boy he had been attracted to ever since he had seen him with David has
been diving his crazy for weeks and now...he had his dick down to his balls
inside his warm wet, thirsty mouth.

The kid leaked ore cum like you wouldn't believe. It tasted like the
sweetest fucking pineapples he had ever had. He dragged his tongue up and
down the kid's length, a full six inches of hard teenage cock meat.

He felt Brandon's legs tremble with utter sexual desire as he continued to
give his hard cock a solid tongue bath.

Kyle grabbed the hard rock of a cock, and jacked off the underside, whilst
taking only the cockhead inside his mouth.

"Ahhhh!! Mr Connelly...fuck...fuck...fuck..."

Has this kid ever had a blowjob before?

The way he was going on you'd swear hell no. Kyle took the head out of his
mouth and allowed the iron barb to lean against his cheek. He could smell
the sex on it. It was warm. It was juicy. It was right there in front of
him.

He engulfed it once more, eliciting yet another yelp from Brandon. The kid
thrusted his groin right up into Kyle's slurping mouth, and with a torrent
of swear words, he BLASTED Kyle's tonsils with his potent teenage fuck
cream.

Trying the best he could to swallow it all, Kyle panicked as the juices
blasted straight over his face. Some of the white splatters flew face first
into the mirror, onto the bed, onto the carpet...even onto the headboard.

There was seemingly no end to this kid's viral load.

Kyle softly skinned back Brandon's foreskin, gently lapping up any
remaining juices. The pineapple taste combined with that obvious metallic
taste cum tended to have, was more than evident. He couldn't have enough.

Once the leaky, warm penis was as clean as he could be, he looked up and
saw that Brandon's eyes were closed.

The kid had fallen asleep! How?

And then Kyle remembered...the pain... the emotions...what Brandon had been
through these last few hours ...from loving David, to finding out David had
gotten Jill preggers, to Jackie telling him straight that he and David was
over, to having sexual relations with David's father...poor kid.

Couldn't really blame him.

A peace inside Kyle's heart, the likes of which he had never felt before,
embedded him as he laid down next to Brandon.

He grabbed his phone which had been on charge next to the bed, and sent
Jackie a text message, saying that he was out, and that she had to message
him back, before they got back. This way, he would have plenty of warning
to avoid being caught with a teenager inside their marital bed.

Kyle reached out to the sleeping boy and gently caressed his sweaty hair.

His chest was heaving normally, his lips half open thanks to his orgasm. He
looked...like a fucking Angel. There was literally no other world.

He fully understood how David had to have felt. Falling in love with
Brandon Williams was...gosh, the kid made it so easy.

Kyle stopped his thoughts...no...he had a crush on the boy. A crush. He
wasn't in love with a seventeen year old. That...just wasn't possible.

Heck no.

He positioned himself next to Brandon and held the boy. He laid down his
head on the pillow, facing him.

"Sleep tight, beautiful..." he whispered, before closing his eyes.



** SEVEN MONTHS LATER **



Marvin Williams' mobile phone rang as he watched the young girl and her
friends drink one Martini after the other and chatting like pure bitches in
heat.

It wasn't as strange as it sounded, only the girl who looked like the main
ass bitch, had a stroller with a small baby with her.

Damn you, you heartless cow, he thought as he sipped the remaining bits of
his coffee. Brandon was due to go to university any day now. And he still
hadn't found a suitable replacement for him.

Being alone, wasn't an option.

His eyes closed as he remembered the car accident several years ago. The
very same car accident that had claimed the lives of his darling wife, and
their three sobs.

Triplets...called Patrick, Brandon and Daniel.

He knew deep inside his tortured mind and soul that he would never be
completely over their deaths. It was no one's fault...a truck had slammed
into them at high speed and only he had been a survivor.

He could still see their bodies...his wife...and those three little boys...

Taking that prostitute's baby from her thirty-six years ago was
fulfilling. Calling the baby Patrick, after his first horn triplet boy, was
the cherry on the cake.

He didn't have the luxury of watching his own Patrick grow up...life had
been too cruel...so he showed life, and what ever god happened to be
watching up there ...that he wouldn't go down without a fight.

Once Patrick was eighteen and he left the house, he proceeded to steal
another boy baby from his father, and he named him Brandon.

The same Brandon who was now staying with Patrick, and going to school
there until he graduated.

Marvin swore underneath his breath.

Knowing Brandon was still in love with David Connelly was the only reason
he didn't burn down their god forsaken house with everyone inside...its
because of that little brat, that Brandon had wanted to live with his older
brother, and finish his high school years there.

It's because of that little PUNK, that he hadn't seen his son in seven
months.

Marvin was getting desperate. He had successfully stolen two babies and
named them after his first two born sons.

Now...he had to do the same with Daniel. He had to steal another
baby...because "Daniel" still had to be reborn.

And when Brandon came back from Patrick's...he would surprise him with his
new baby brother.

Daniel.

That HAD to be his name.

As he watched the young girls who looked like they still had to be in
school, do nothing but drink and gossip all afternoon, he knew he had
finally gotten his chance.

That baby, all but abandoned inside his stroller with his mother downing
one shot of vodka after the other ...would have a much better quality of
life with him.

He would make quite sure of that.

He had finally found...Daniel.

**

"Kyle...you home?"

Kyle quickly logged out of his WhatsApp and stood up as he saw Jackie come
inside the house from the garage, carrying numerous bags of shopping.

"Lemme help!" He said as he moved swiftly to assist his wife.

God knows, it was the least he could do. He already felt guilty as fuck.

He loved Jackie. He knew exactly what he was doing when he married her and
they had their twin boys.

But...the pictures of a naked Brandon on his phone...as well as the equally
naked ones of himself that he had been sending the boy over past few
months, would beg to differ.

"I brought some stuff for Tyler when he comes to visit tomorrow, Jill
promised me," Jackie said, explaining all the shooting bags.

"Tyler is barely a few weeks old, dear, I don't think he'll even notice all
this..." Kyle laughed and kissed his wife.

Damn...this guilt was really eating him up. That, and the small matter of
the "affair" he had been having with his son's ex boyfriend ever since he
had left town.

Kyle couldn't deny that he was dying to see Brandon again, and the boy told
him he'd be back soon, to finalise his stuff for University.

Kyle knew this, whatever it was, between them wouldn't...couldn't last
forever, but he was determined to enjoy whatever tine they had.

Thank God, Jackie didn't think about sex these days, not with baby Tyler
coming into their lives, as Jill had finally given birth.

He still struggled with the notion of being a grandfather at age
thirty-eight. He certainly didn't feel like one, not with having sexual
relations with an eighteen year old.

No one could EVER know of himself and Brandon. God forbid. His marriage
would be over before he could say `gay sex'.

He saw David coming down from his room, with a tired expression on his
face.

"How was the maths exam, kid?" he asked his son.

David scratched his scalp and yawned.

Ever since he had lost Brandon and faced up with a life of baby diapers and
Jill nagging in his ears, he couldn't care less what happens to him.

He just wanted to finish school and leave this shit hole of a town.

Somewhere...somewhere where he didn't have to look at the house across the
street and miss Brandon so much, it felt like he was being repeatedly
stabbed in his heart.

"David, I know you miss him. Son, you're a dad now. You have a little boy
who needs his father. He also needs your love and attention. I'm begging
you...you need to spend some time with him tomorrow. Jill is bringing him
over. She finally agreed."

David drank some milk out of the bottle before turning to his dad. He had a
nasty expression on his face.

"It's because of that...that thing...that I lost the one person that I
actually LOVED more than anything in the world. I'm sorry dad. But I look
at Tyler...and I can't get Brandon outta my mind. I've tried! I've fucking
tried! It's fucked up how I can't stand that baby, because I miss
Brandon. I can't help how I feel!"

A few tears slipped across David's eyes as he spat out those despicable
words.

He didn't RRALLY mean them, he supposed. He was just really, really missing
Brandon. He couldn't get him out of his head. He loved him, still, after
all these months. Becoming a father, didn't magically change that.

His phone rang as he walked up the stairs. He groaned as he saw who was
calling.

"What do you want, Jill?"

The mother of his child was so hysterical on the other end that he pulled
the phone away from his ear and looked at his dad.

He threw the phone over to Kyle.

"I can't make out what she's saying. You try. Maybe she broke a nail," he
mumbled and continued his trek up the stairs.

Before he even got to the top, his father uttered words that shook him to
his core...

"TYLER IS MISSING?? WHAT WERE YOU DOING??"

**

Across the street, Marvin Williams, having no knowledge that the biological
father of the stolen baby boy he had just placed inside his crib...was one
of his neighbours ...again, how could je have known...the man smiled in
sheer satisfaction.

Patrick...Brandon...and now Daniel.

Together again. As nature had always intended.

He knelt in front of the three week old baby boy, who was seemingly
checking out his new surroundings with utter curiosity.

"Welcome...Daniel. Your brothers are gonna adore you..." Marvin said, his
eyes as white as snow.

**



THANKS FOR READING!!

Next chapter ...the one you've been waiting for...the TRUTH will finally be
revealed.

How will both David AND Kyle react when realising they have been having sex
with their own twin brother / son respectively??

Some of you asked me in earlier chapters why I allowed David to have bare
back sex with Jill...now you know. Been my plan all along lol.

Hope y'all enjoyed it, and throw me some feedback, if you want to xx

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