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1: DADDY'S ROOM

Isha throws a baseball at me for the hundredth time, I want to finally catch it! I lose track of it everytime because the "true-and-blue southern skies," (my brother Isha calls it), so it always drops -- like it does now, again. Where did it go now? I just heard the thud.

"Fff---ughhh, dang it, Isha, I'll never catch the ball!" I yell, but I suddenly dont see Isha around either. Wheres that ball?

Check by the truck (nope), just before the vegetables (no), near the chickens (no).

"I can't find it again, Isha. Can you help me? . . .Isha?"

I go into the house to check if he still wants to play. Daddy's tools lay in the hallway, they dirty the ground that leads outside. I side step to make sure I don't dirty the house more, and I go to Isha's room. But I'm super careful, I'm not supposed to be here, so I say all soft, "Isha?" Ugh. Smells like angry boy, a buncha dirty clothes on the floor, couple of bags with metal hooks and ropes, knives on his table, guns in the closet; he loves to camp and hunt. I slowly peek at some of his treasures. . . but then I hear. . .

*muffles*

The noise spooks me out of Isha's room. I don't want to go upstairs to bother daddy, he rests after his trip selling vegetables. Plus, hes been extra sad lately, our uncle died a few months back. Uncle Rick went to join the army after my mom died when I was just a baby, he's actually the one that gave us this farm, we didnt own it before. Daddy says that was all the other family we had.

I hear the muffles again, this time louder, so I decide to be brave, I go upstairs. The door is shut, but I can hear it's them -- Isha and dad! They always talk and do stuff without me, probably just because I'm smaller. But I'm not a baby or anything. I put my ear to the door to listen in, but the door creaks a little bit and opens slightly. I book it out of there, and run away down to the basement.

I'm still small enough that I fit in the washing machine, my secret place. For a while, I heard nothing. Just me and the machine. It made me think about robots, then volcanoes, then school, then milk, and then suddenly my mom. I never knew her, but I see her picture everywhere. My favorite is on the stairs, it's of me and her in central park on a sunny day--before we came here, before I could remember central park. No one ever gave me any video clips of her, but in my mind I knew her voice. I made it up a thousand times--

*BANG*

*BANG*

""Fucktard!"

The top of the machine trembles, my body spins like laundry even though nothing moves but me. Isha found me. Is he gonna pound me? I listen, but it's kinda quiet. Maybe the world became a new dimension? Like that hot tub movie, but with a washer? I hope so. Maybe I'm in a dimension where daddy would be nice, Isha would be nice, and my mom would be alive. But I hear Isha. He doesn't sound angry, he sounds like a frog is in his throat. His body crashes on the machine.

"Are you crying, Isha?" I say from inside.

He sniffles, "Just come here, come on." I come out slowly, just to make sure it's safe. I wouldn't know if he may trick me just to hit me. But no. He looks all sad and not all killer-like. His big hands lift me out, drop me down, and holds my hand to walk up me up to the ground floor, then up the next stairs to daddy's room.

When we go in, daddy wears his blanket like a toga and sits on the bed. "Ok, start."

Isha whines, "Dad....come on."

"Isha? I can pull it out and start right now."

I don't know what they mean, but Isha looks like he's in pain. I don't say anything to get him more in trouble.

Isha sits on a chair, "Come here Gabe." He looks at daddy all mad, but speaks to me, "Sit on my lap."

"Is this a trick?! Am I--"

"Listen to your brother Gabriel!" dad yells at me, I run my body straight over to Isha.

"You want me to just, sit on your lap?"

Attitude is all over his face, and his brown hair is all in a clumpy mess. His straight teeth show first, but then, for the first time since he was smaller, I see him cry at me. There are times that I've seen him cry because he misses mom, or when I was three and he was ten I cut his head open when I pushed him off the top of a garden bench. But now that In almost ten, right now, his eyes look into me, and I feel so sorry to see him cry.

I want to know, "Why are you crying, Isha?"

Dad speaks for him, "Isha, tell your brother what will make you feel better."

The flow of tears go around his flat but powerful face. His chin becomes tough again, he bites his tough cowboy lips, "Kiss me."

From a head tilt to a mental tornado, I break his request with, "What?!" I follow this with a lot of giggles and another, "What?!"

He finally smiles after what felt like an eternity. "Give me a kiss and that's it."

"ISHA--!" Dad interjects.

"Maybe more than just a kiss."

I don't know what to do. . . except what I'm told. His chair reclines, so I have to climb onto his lap and cushion my knees into the soft chair. His hands are dead on the arms of the chair, so I have to do some work to keep eye level with him, my legs and arms are like sting beans against his beefy arms and shoulders. He's not huge, but a lot bigger than me.

I kiss him quick on his cheek, a bro kiss.

Isha doesn't like it, "Like I said. Its more than just a kiss."

I believe this is a game, "What do you mean?"

"You have to kiss me, but on the lips."

I giggle. "Ok." But I can't stop my smile, this is just unreal. I've seen Isha shoot a baby deer in the face, how is this gonna make him feel better? Not a manly thing to do. So I peck his lips with mine.

Still doesn't do it. Isha whispers, "Needs to be for a longer time."

"You want me to kiss you. On the lips. For longer?!"

"Yes."

I just can't even, "But Isha....isn't that....gay?"

"Don't worry about that. Kiss me. And for longer."

This game seems weird, so I start to believe that this IS that other dimension I thought of, the washing machine sent me to some place where Isha wants me to kiss him on the lips, and daddy just watches.

"Ok." I say. I watch our lips touch with wide eyes.

"Don't look at me like that."

"What?"

"Close your eyes to kiss me."

"There are too many rules to this game."

Isha uses his strength to pull my face in and he softly kisses me, and holds out heads together.

Isha's lips are much softer than I thought. I feel warm go up and down my spine. I can feel his spit between our lips, and this makes the warm bounce around grossness from my stomach then weirdly into my crotch! It feels like twinkle twinkle little star down there, and it came from Isha's mouth!

I back away from our kiss, "Whoa." I say. "I never kissed like that before.... Feels funny.....Does that make you feel better?"

"Look, dad wants you to--"

Dad doesn't like that, "Isha--!"

So Isha corrects himself, "Just, keep going until I say stop. Ok? Just keep kissing like we just did, but until I tell you to stop."

I look back at daddy. He seems cozy under the blanket, his whole body is under it except his head. His hand comes up and over to make me look back at Isha.

"Don't make me make you, fucktard."

"Ok..."

My weak arms get tired, so I snuggle him. Our chests kind of touch. I've never felt him chest-to-chest like this. I can actually feel his muscles, it reminds me how much of a baby I am to him. Like a twig against this big tree trunk.

Isha starts to get cozy too, "Put your arms around my neck."

I do, and it feels almost like a game of House now. It clicks in my brain. I'm like the mom. And hes like the dad. Oh! That's why this seems weird. It's just a game of House. So I go in for another kiss. Whoa. Another peck. One more. This time a little.....longer....We kiss and kiss.....and..Mmmm.....kiss..... I'm so full of energy from his mouth, I breath more and clench my fists behind his neck.

He breaks us apart, "Ok, now, I'm going to teach you a new way to kiss."

I don't understand, since this kiss right now is still so new, "There's more ways to kiss?"

He teaches me, "Yea. I'm gonna put my tongue inside your mouth."

I break my arms away from him, "Ewwwww," and cross my arms. "No."

"Trust me, Gabe."

"Now this is turning gay!"

Daddy tries to say, "Listen to your--"

"Gabe! Please, just listen to me. If you listen... I'll take you hunting."

My face light up. "Can I shoot a gun at an animal?"

"We'll talk about that later. But right now you have to listen to me. Ok? Please."

The afternoon became so weird. We had been outside, gloves and balls and now Isha wants his tongue in my mouth? But, at least now I get the promise of going on a hunt with Isha, which I've never gotten...... I only saw him shoot a baby deer in the face when he brought it home already dead and he wanted to prove how much of a man he was.

"Oooook......"

"It's not rocket science, just take turns putting our tongues in each other's mouth. It's called a French kiss."

"Aren't the french gay?"

"Imma fucken punch you."

"Ugghhhh. Ok!"

I go back to my arms around his neck. His breath feels so close, I like the twinkle twinkle little star that I feel in my crotch. I can feel Isha's deeper voice when he says, "Open your mouth." I do, wide. "Not so wide. Relax, weirdo." So I open it half way, like I saw a small surprise. Then I feel it. His tongue almost takes up my whole mouth! I felt like he could choke me with it. But he's gentle. Isha's tongue softly touches mine and it makes me smile even though my eyes pucker like I just felt a lemon. "Relax, Gabe. Now just use your tongue to feel me back." So I make it a game like thumb wars. I try to tackle his tongue, he tackles mine. No match there. My tongue is so small, it can't reach into his mouth as far, but I can tell he wants me to win on top sometimes. Our saliva and breath mix, I can tell he had pizza recently. I hadn't eaten today. It feels nice. I get fuzzies all over my body, goosebumps on my arms and the back of my neck. Our tongues wrestle and hug. I freak out a bit when I realize I swallow some of his spit, but in between breaks I see he swallows mine too.

Dad says, "I finished, Isha." Dad gets up and crumbles his blanket and throws it on his bed. Dad comes over to pick me up, and places me near the door. "You can go, Gabe." Dad goes over to Isha and starts to hug him. "Good. Good Isha."

I see Isha look at me, so I approach but he shakes his head and points to the door.

"Close it, Gabriel," dad says.

The rest of the day I look for the baseball...I wonder what I did wrong to dad and why Isha was crying in the first place. But the very next night after school, we kiss again cause daddy tells us to.

In fact, every night that week, Isha sets up a spot near the fireplace, dad puts himself under a blanket, and we kiss for a really long time. I like the kisses because it made me feel like a mom and Isha would feel like a dad.

"I'm done, Isha," would be our queue from dad to stop. After a few nights, I became curious.

"How come you tell us to stop daddy?"

"Gabriel," dad said without his eyes to me, "don't speak to me." Then he left to his room with his blanket. Isha put his hands on my shoulders.

"I know mom loves you, Gabe." He says this to me when I'm sad, even though I know she's gone I like to know she loves me.

But my eyes still make so many tears, my voice is so small. "Why doesn't dad love me, Isha?"

He gets on his knees to hug me, "I love you Gabe. I'll punch you myself, but I will always protect you from bad things."

"Can we keep kissing?" I'm able to get together.

"You really like it?" He wonders. I take some time to feel his muscles, then I trace his sharp face. I put both my palms on each of his cheeks and pull and push like taffy.

"Isn't the kissing supposed to make you feel better?"

So whether dad was around or not, Isha and I kiss. After breakfast and farm chores, we wait for dad to take us to school with kisses on the couch. I even think about him during school. When we go outside for recess, I get the urge to climb the gate and bolt to the high school, but that's so far away for me. When dad take us home, and I want to kiss him in the car.

"Gabe, we can never do that. It's...wrong to a lot of people."

"Cause it's gay?"

"No not cause it's....it's not.....just, we could never do it in front of other people. Ok? I would go to jail."

I couldn't make sense of his words, it's gay but it's not? He would go to jail??? Why would we do it then?

"Ok." Finally back home, I ask, "Can we kiss now?"

Isha always takes a while to answer when I ask. He never seems fully happy when he says, "Sure, fucktard."

Now its my favorite thing to do: the TV on with cartoons and Isha nearby to kiss me when a commercial comes on.

*Introducing, the best new toy....*

Isha does homework or is in the middle of a weight lift, he kisses me when I go to him. I can hear his music around his ears, and our lip smacks are sometimes on beat with it. Some songs have us kiss harder. Some softer. His instrumental songs always make our kisses feel like a movie. And his death metal always make kisses feel like a battle.

One February night, Isha wakes me up in tears. "Gabe. Hey, Gaaaabe."

I twist in my doggy onesie that I sleep in, he starts to rub my back and I slowly wake up. He invites me to go outside with him; a basket in one hand and my hand in the other. We go to a spot near the shed. He opens a tarp, a sheet, and a few blanket for us to lay down on. He kisses me, then we look up to the sky. Then we kiss, then we look at each other in the dim night light. He rubs my ribs, hugs me against his body. "I love you, Gabe."

"Ruff ruff," I say. "It means--"

"It means I love you in dog, I know I know silly."

Its not so cold since its spring. I could feel the summer so close to us. Then Isha and I can kiss all break long. Just two brothers....brothers.

"Isha?....Are we gay?"

He breaths out, "Does it matter?" I take time to think about his counter question.....I figure he's right. Doesn't matter.

"So, we can't ever kiss in public? We're outside right now."

"It's dark, it's late. No one sees us. We're home, we're.....safe."

"So it's dangerous for us to kiss?"

"You know what happens when people find out you're gay."

"Yea....." I think of a boy or two at school and in boys scouts who moved to different states because of being gay. Other boys just don't like gay boys. "Isha?"

"Yea?"

"Why doesn't daddy love me?"

Isha doesn't answer fast. So now I know it's true.

"He does love you, Gabe."

"Then, why doesn't he talk or look at me? Why is he always hugging you, now he's giving you kisses, even special ones. But not me?"

His hug squeezes me with more of his strongness. "Don't you worry about him. He's just sad since uncle Rick died. He loves you. Your...just still learning so much.'

"I'm not a baby."

"No, you're not. Not like I was.....You're getting bigger. I wish you could stay small."

"I already know about special kisses, I'm like a man." We stay a while and go back inside.

The next day we get ready to clean the toolshed outside. I thought we'd kiss before it, but instead, before we start to clean it out, Isha says, "Hey, as a pre-thank you for your help, have some of this." I see it's a brownie! "Have some before we start... or I'll punch you in the mouth."

He tears off a quarter of it for me and the rest is his.

"How is that fair?" I complain, he punches me on the arm, I eat my smaller piece. It has a weird, almost spicy taste. Not normal.

"Trust me. Its special. That's all you're gonna need." We spend some time in the shed, but after about fourty minutes his phone goes off. "Gabe. We need to go to daddy's room." He says more than asks. He takes my hand and I think about the discovery we had there last time we were all in daddy's room.

This time, daddy is on the chair, with his blanket on top of him again. Isha sits on daddy's bed. "Let's kiss." We do our usual tongue action. But this time, Isha squeezes my butt. He usually only holds my ribs!

A new jolt goes through my spine. "Did you just squeeze my butt?" Isha half smiles. We kiss again and this time he slowly rubs my butt. I stop our kiss, he looks into my eyes while he keeps going.

"Is this ok?" He asks.

"Sure."

His hands make a toy out of my butt. I watch his eyes smile at me while he plays. Some parts he squeezes, other parts he rubs. His strong fingers feel like he could easily tear me apart from my butt cheeks. I imagine that and think about how gentle he actually is.

"I think it'd be better if you take off your cargo shorts."

I give a naughty smile and hop off his lap, and almost forget about daddy in the side of my eyes. Isha immediately takes hold of my shorts and undoes them for me, even the legs part. I stand there in my underwear, ready to feel the difference. Isha's fingers feel closer to my butt, and I could feel their warmness. I want to go in for a kiss, but he says, "Hold on."

His eyes look like they want something from me, then I realize why he looks at me like that. His fingers open up my butt cheeks, but not to split my body in two. No, he goes for my butthole! My eyebrows tilt and my mouth makes a question. "My butthole?"

"Let me show you that it can feel good if I touch you there."

My eyes go into my head like I'm about to get on a roller coaster. "Ok."

I'm tightly blind, but Isha kisses me, that relaxes me, my arms go around his neck. I trust his strength, his big fingers dance around my butt and gently make a split down my crack. This makes me smile. He cuts into the crack he made in my underwear, deeper towards my butthole. As soon as I feel his tough finger press against it, my butthole puckers, and that kind of makes a trap for his finger. "Just breath, let me touch it."

I laugh, I mean come on, his finger is on my butthole! "Ok...!."

He presses soft, still a tight shut back down there.

"Just breath when I touch it. If your tense, it won't feel good."

I nod, but I don't believe him. MY BUTTHOLE????!! I just keep my laughter, "Okaaaayyyyy..."

His finger on my butthole feels weird, but after some time I can see what he means, he kind of scratches it... I didn't know my butthole was so itchy, and that it feels good with like, a tough rub. Then he presses. And presses. Our kisses make me relax, I don't realize but he says, "Can you tell my finger is inside your asshole now?" I lift off his meaty chest and when I clinch my cheeks, I gasp. His middle finger is kind of in there. "Remember, breath. Relax." When did his finger actually touch my butthole? Wait when did my underwear come off?

My everything gets all fuzzy, "I feel so funny, Isha." For no reason, I start to laugh out of control. My face goes in his chest, I can feel his finger going deeper into my butthole with every little laugh I make, like an invitation. My mind vibrates with blackness, and buzzes like an arcade. In my insides, Isha bends his finger, presses downward, my back makes a U shape into his chest and my whole body goes from laughter to a mix of chuckles and tight moans. "Hahahaooohahaooohahaooo..." Random pictures show up in my mind, and everything feels like a dream.

Isha kisses the top of my head and smacks his lips to say, "Just have fun with it."

We move around... picture after picture, colors and funny echos. School, cartoons, the animals, my butt, trucks, sky, vegetables. All of the sudden, I'm on my stomach and Isha has his face right over my butt. A super cold and wet thing touches my butt, Isha has a wet wipe to clean my butthole! I shake my head a bit when I'm able to realize, "Wait, what?"

"...and this will feel fucking good, Gabe. Trust me. It'll feel super weird, like, just weird, but just let me do it, ok? Let me keep doing it, have fun with it, it'll feel super good. I'm gonna kiss your asshole like how we kiss with our tongues."

I can't see him exactly, but his breath warms my butt cheeks and while his fingers spread them open, I think about the snacks I have to get out of my desk before spring break..... "Ohhhhhhhh...." My legs shake and my stomach falls, his tongue feels like a slug on my butthole, wet and slow to move around, sloooooowwwww, huuuuuuuuge, and on a mission to find a way in? "Oh my god, Isha, this feels.... funny amazing.....it's so nasty, but....ohhhhhh....hahaooohahaoooooo...."

I take his advice, I have fun with it. I try to open my own cheeks even more, more, "More tongue, Isha!" I push out a bit but not enough to fart or anything. His mouth kisses, licks, kisses, licks, and only softly bites at my butthole, and I had no clue this was possible. I hear his mouth at work, I moan and he goes deeper. My whole crack is wet and I can even feel wetness drip onto my balls! Isha teaches me, "This is called eating out. I'm eating you out." His tongue goes up and down, I can feel his taste buds on my butthole. Big bumpy tongue. I can't even imagine what a butthole tastes like!

Isha gets air and asks as he wipes his mouth, "Hey, want to do something to my butt?"

My eyes bulge for a moment. "Uhhhhh..."

"Don't worry. You don't have to eat me out."

"Ok..." I knew it'd be fair, but I really don't want to put Isha's butthole on my mouth! It still feels so gay, I don't know. And kinda nasty. I didn't realize that he took off his shorts and boxers. I don't see his wee-wee, but I can tell he has a lot of muscle and strength around there.

"Here, I will l lay down. And what you can do is hump me. Hump right into my butt. Like a dog." I sit up while Isha says this, and funny enough I tilt my head like a dog. Isha points, "Look at your cock, dude, it's all hard, right?"

I look between my legs. At first it looks like a silly little worm with a big happy face and so I giggle. But yea, the worm is hard---uh--my cock is hard. "Yea, sometimes that happens and I just let it go away."

"What you can do is put your cock between my cheeks and kind of do this," he fake thrusts, but I don't see his...cock. I get the message though.

"Ok...." I say. Isha slaps his cheeks and I do like the 'running man' on my knees like a cartoon over to his butt. I look at his cheeks and they look so round and strong. He plays with them with kind of a butt dance, only with no hands. They jiggle when he moves those butt muscles, after every couple jiggles he actually uses his hands for some more jiggles. They look like jello basketballs. He spreads his cheeks open and shows me his butthole. I've seen the animals buttholes, but his is so different. I've never seen another human butthole before. So much pinker and so much more inside his body. It's like a hole with a smile. I thought hair would be there, but it's super smooth.

"Come on, try to put your cock against my butthole and push in. Hump it, go crazy."

My tiny knees against his massive thighs, I bring my tiny......cock...... against his massive and strong.....ass. My whole body is still so loose, I fall forward and his full warmth covers all over my front. I sink into him completely, a tight cushion around my....cock....is his butthole! Without effort, I start to hump. My knees and crotch have a mind of their own. "Isha....you feeeeeellll soooo.....ugghhhh..." I push and push but can't quite get into him like his finger did to me. My happy worm is not long enough like a finger, I'm not strong enough to push all the way in, but his butt has so much cheek, my.....cock....is in like a meat coat. I kiss his back and melt into Isha.

"Get off!" I hear dad from behind, cranky and quick. He reaches over my shoulders and flings me off Isha's body. "My turn." I need a second to stop the swirls and body confusion. I stand up and shake my head straight. I see dad. On top of Isha. And Isha's butthole swallows all of dad's......cock.

Dad speaks and sounds like a naked devil, "You can watch if you want Gabriel. This is what I do to your brother. He loves me fucking him. This is fucking, Gabriel. You can see, I have a huge cock," I look to his....cock...I'm still in a daze, it looks like a subway sandwich, in and out of Isha's butthole.

I stand there with no clothes and no sense of what to do other than to watch and pinch my worm. Isha has his face to me, but his eyes shut tight. He's so strong, if he wants he could throw dad off and into the next room. I mean, Isha's skinny, but dad is way skinnier. But Isha lets dad do this. To me, Isha's body is closer to a man, but from dad to him, I can see Isha's body is still a kid like me.

My own.....ugh, cock...is so hard. I don't know where to hump, so I stand there with some kind of energy that I don't know what to do with. Dad pulls his footlong sandwich out of Isha and turns to me. The devil speaks again, "Like this Gabriel, jerk off." Daddy's hand closes tight on his cock...and goes up and down so slow. Like a tic and toc of a clock, I watch his hand, and I think I understand. Another eternity to watch daddy's hand go all the way to the tippy top (tic), and squeeze far down to the base of his balls (toc). "Got it, dip shit?" Then dad puts the footlong back into Isha.

My worm still hard, I use my fingers to try to make the pressure I saw dad make on his....cock. Ugh. Ugh. Ugh. Uhhhh. Mmmm. While I hear daddy breath out fire, I hear Isha breath out angel air, I just work on my little happy worm. It smiles up. and I pull the smile down. Smile up. Hard pull down. It makes me happy, and the worm and me are so happy.

I look back to daddy and he seems to be in a hunch over Isha. "Uh...uh...uhhhhhh.....ah......ohhhhhh......I'm done Isha. " Daddys subway sandwich takes forever to get out of Isha's butt. It flops hard and kinda soft, the devil.....daddy stands there and I just keep the happiness going for my little worm. "I'm done with Isha. I don't care if you want what's left." And then he leaves his room.

Isha is still like a board in the yard, but his eyes finally open to me, they invite me. "You can go ahead if you want."

I slow walk over to Isha's bohemoth body and wonder what he wants, "Do you want me to....do what daddy did?"

Isha says with a blank face. "I guess so."

My body is like the scarecrow from that wizard movie. Trip on air, lose to the touch. Isha doesn't get up, and so I help myself to get into the position I was in before daddy took over Isha's body. I try to take aim, the worm tries to find the worm hole. But I see something weird. "Isha. There's like, milk in your butt, it's coming out."

"Oh. That's dad's cum. His cum is...uhh..like man milk. That's what's in guys balls, it makes babies when you put it inside a woman's cunt. I don't think you can cum yet."

My worm in one hand, my other sinks into Ishas left butt cheek, and my eyebrows go way up, "....What?...." My eyes can barely open. I could only imagine my hair looks all crazy too, Ishas words completely confuses me.

He laughs, "It's just dad's cum. Don't worry about it. Just use the hole."

I think about what he said, 'use the hole.' And it sort of clicks that...cocks are meant to go into things. My mind feels so open, I fall into the warm goo from Isha's butt hole, I gel with his back, and I flop up and down to make my worm happy in the wet hole Isha lets me use. I'm in flames, "I love you Ishaaaaaaa...."

"I love you too, Gabe."

Then day ends without nighttime. I guess I fell asleep in Isha's body. I can't remember how I came to wake up the next morning in my bed in my pajamas.

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2: CHANGE OF LIFE

I go downstairs to a normal morning, dad and Isha on their phones with the tv news on. But something then doesn't feel normal.

"PANDEMIC" 2020 became worse and better at the same time. Spring doesn't even end before the world turns into summer vacation. Everyone everywhere goes home.

The first day we needed to stay home from school, daddy stood in front of us both, "Isha, right here. I don't care about Gabriel watching. You have to get over it. Take your pants off, now."

I just barely open my fruit roll, Isha's face of shock is open wide like mine. But he gives in. Isha turns himself over, but not like he wants to, his eyes lock onto mine and he pulls down his sweats to show his naked butt to daddy. Isha opens his cheeks. Daddy pulls out his cock, and I see it's not actually a subway sandwich, but its a humongous ...cock. Veins on all sides, and balls that drop super low like a grandfather clock. The weird part is that he also had no hair down there, like Isha's butthole. Daddy puts on some sort of oil on his cock, then *poke, poke, push* he's in and in and in Isha. It's so cool to watch the two, Isha doesn't seem to like it. Daddy's more in focus than us, his eyes go to the ceiling then to Isha's butt, his hips go fast, but then slow down. I can tell daddy loves this. By the time my snack was gone, daddy finishes with heavy breaths. I guess that's his man milk face. He pulls out, it sounds like mixing spaghetti, and pulls up his pants, "I'm done," he says and walks away, as if there's nothing special here.

I crumble the trash of my snack and meet Isha's eyes.

"You want to have a go, too?" Isha thinks again, he talks with a same-tone, "I think I'd love you to."

I throw away my trash and tip-toe-run back over, jump out of my shorts so that my little worm pops out with a spring. I square my hips onto Isha's butt. "Alright, I'm gonna hump you."

He chuckles low, "Go ahead." So I open his cheeks to see his pink butthole. Still so wonderous. I stick my...cock into the cheeks.

This second time feels different. But everything is still kinda the same? Isha's butt and back muscles, oh yeah, they melt me, but not the dreamy kind of melt. Daddy's goo, mmm, so warm, it helps me hump. I like to watch the goo strings I make between us until they dry. That's the same too. But, something is different.

I try to ask a question, but the twinkle twinkle little star in my crotch makes that difficult, "Uhhhhh...ah....mmmmmm, Ishhhhaaaaa...?"

"What's up buddy?"

"Oh---ohhh....mmmmm...Wheeeeeennnnnn can we go hu-uh-uh-nting?"

He twists in a way that keeps all the liquid in place, "Oh, yea. I mean, it's not like there's anything to do now. We could go tomorrow." He gives me a different kind of happy from this.

Then, daddy comes in to watch us as he says, "You two? Hunting alone? No. I'll come too." There's no arguments with daddy, he just walks away. And just like that I'm not in a mood to hump Isha anymore. I get off of Isha, leave him behind, keep my head low, and go upstairs to clean up.

That night I couldn't sleep, I didn't even shower, didn't even put on my doggy pajamas. I hear a knock on my door, it's Isha with a big bag, but I don't say anything.

Isha comes in anyways. "Hey, I know you must be kinda bummed, since the hunt was supposed to be just you and me. I thought I could cheer you up if I show you all the guns and knives I'll bring with us." That lights me up like the forth of July.

Isha pulls out shotguns, rifles, handguns, ninja stars, hunting knives, regular camping knives, metal ropes that can cut things, ropes for keeping things in place. I got to hold them and cock them, but they were all empty. Isha jokes and points a shotgun at me. He's 100% man. But I also can't believe I once thought he was a terror to me.

I scream quiet, "So cool, Isha. I can't wait to shoot something. Maybe I'll accidentally hit dad....!"

He stalls. Then says, "Don't joke like that."

It was a joke, but I'm not sure about him. "But--he's so mean."

"He wasn't always. Everything changed when mom died. You were so young, so I.....I mean, dad figured anyway, that I might be...." He holds his gun like a character about to start a mission.

"I--it was just a joke Isha." I whisper extra quiet, "Don't actually kill dad."

"I love dad. And I love you."

Isha's mystery came back. Like a dark fog. To me, his eyes had death ready in them. And I say without a second thought, "Isha. I think I would be okay if you killed dad."

No lag time, "Gabe, I love dad. I love you." He kneels down with his shotgun like a cane, eye to eye with me. "I love you Gabe." He kisses me deep on the lips, no tongue. I'm not sure what it means, but I sense what it means. He cleans up and I shower before sleep.

*bang*

*bang*

"Come on!" Dad commands to each of our rooms just before dawn. No arguments.

I pack whatever Isha says to pack the car with from everything that he got ready yesterday. But I'm still so sleeeeeeepy. I try to speak, "Hhhh---

*yawn*

"How long until we get there," I ask while Isha drives us, he's been practicing on the roads.

"It'll be a while. You can sleep."

"Isha, not bad driving," dad says to our surprise. But I still knock out.

Some sun light wakes me up a long time later, in some deep forest area. The trees, sun between leaves, big rocks, endless forest, it all look like an adventure; I literally spring awake, "Whoa this is awesome!!!" and slam the car door behind me.

Isha and daddy give me a painful look, and I can tell immediately what I did wrong when a huge buck ran across where we were and a huge gunshot blasts, lucky for us it just hits the ground.

Daddy chokes his teeth, "Isha, you fucking shit."

"Who the fuck is out there?!" a man yells from far away.

Isha runs over to me, "I didnt think I needed to mention to stay really quiet."

I shake at the trouble I made within the first .02 seconds of the adventure. "I-I-I..."

"Just don't make any noise for the rest of the trip. Please, Gabe. Nothing."

"Ok---" I stop and nod my head yes.

The yelling man came closer to us to continue, "Well, fuck. Look who it is. I guess we both came to do the same thing. Keep what's yours and I'll keep what's mine. Mine went that way, just stay outta my way. . .Please." He gives us a slimy smile.

Isha asks dad, "Should we drive away?"

The man interrupts, "That vehicle may further scare my buck. How about y'all stay that way opposite until I let you know when I'm done," and then he walks towards the direction of the buck.

Isha whispers to me, "That guy is dad's enemy, kind of. They have some bad blood....farming...don't ask me whose fault it is."

"Isha. We'll stay here, but not because that fuck says so."

We gather some gear, and eat some snacks. So much waiting.

Dad goes in the direction towards the other man. I'm not sure if daddy knew.

"Hey, can I stab the ground with your knife?"

Isha looks at me sad and silly. "Take the tactical shovel."

"Yes!"

We start to kill time while dad walks us around. I try to make a game. "Hey, Isha. Want to see me dig a butt hole?"

He glares at me and I turn to stone for a moment. We lock eyes and I remember I'm not suppose to talk about that. But, Isha's eyes brush me away and his fingers send a "shush" message.

"This way, Isha." Dad finally moves us forward.

"I don't know, I think that leads to--."

Dad goes forward, and he gets quiet. Soon, not even wind makes a noise. We watch him move forward, and it feels like a movie in slow. Both Isha and I see it. The buck.

Dad has it just out of his view, but within a moment the buck sees him. I didn't realize how big they were, how scary up close they could be, and dad was right there, small against the buck. Then, they both twitch with the air --a bullet-- blood comes out of their body and they both plop to the ground.

Isha acts fast with a billion different compartments, towels, powders, packets, and gauze. The other man did not help. Instead, he came to collect his buck. Isha could not pick dad up because his whole body stood still, even though he was bleeding from his neck. This felt like hours, dad on the floor, but finally they took him to the hospital.

The doctors words destroy me and Isha. "Permanent paralysis." I offer to spend some time with daddy in the hospital during the day Isha couldn't take being with him. So he'd pick me up and take me home. Each of those nights back home Isha had to pat my back, give me kisses, and just hug me. This is all my fault. The trip was my idea.

But daddy spent his time in the hospital 'moving things along.' He's well enough for me to hold a phone to his ear as he calls his lawyer. "No, Joshua, I want everything. All this man has to live for."

Then he gets a special bed and wheel chair. "I can only move above the neck. Yes like, yes exactly just like superman."

And finally a caregiver? "Great, Timothy. Thank you. Yea, that's perfect. I'll fill you in on other details when you get here. We will talk privately. Uh, yes. I miss you too."

"What's a caregiver daddy?" I don't know why I would even ask that, he would never--

"Someone to take care of me so that you and Isha don't have to."

I'm sad to know that he can't ever do anything for himself again. We spend the afternoon together with the TV, nothing good on.

*knock, knock*

The hospital room door comes open and a young Indian man walks in. He dresses like hes sherlock holmes sidekick. I want to call him brown Watson.

The man looks to me, his eyes are green and his teeth smile bright. "What's up? I think you're Gabriel, right?" If I were gay, I'd probably say he's the handsomest man in this town, maybe even state!

I'm shy to the new person. "Yea. Hi."

He's a cool kind of nice to me. "No worries, Gabriel, I'm here to help your dad with all his daily stuff."

"Ok....."

"Uh, Mr. Cohen. I was able to square away most of the paperwork, I just need the doctor to bear witness for the release signature. After that--"

Dad cuts in, "Timothy, get me home already."

Timothy appeases daddy, "You know what, I'll go find the doctor."

But dad needs to be another day in the hospital. Timothy takes me home in a silent car ride, drops me off, and he goes back to get orders from daddy. I tell Isha about him.

"A brown Watson?"

"I don't know, he looks nerdy, and he's brown."

The next morning, Timothy knocks on the door and brings in a whole bunch of movement into the home, installer people for the new bed. "So much to get ready for Mr. Cohen. Make haste gentleman." I see them struggle to get the equipment upstairs.

"Isn't it gonna be hard for dad to go outside?" I ask.

Timothy doesn't stop the people, but he does come to me kinda sorry, "You dad won't be able to do a lot of things. Going outside is one of those things."

"Yea, but what if he does want to see outside? Won't it be hard to bring him down? Shouldn't he be on the bottom floor?"

Timothy puts his finger to his nose and he thinks for a moment. Some sort of notebook comes out of his shirt pocket to write something. "You know, you're pretty smart, Gabriel."

"You can call me Gabe."

"Gabe, alright. How old are you Gabe?"

"You look smart. Don't you know?"

"You're right, clearly your a big strong man, rude of me to ask." He makes me laugh, so I pose like a strong man. "Whoa watch out guys, strong dude right here."

"haha....I can get all the stuff out of my room. Daddy can have my room."

"Thanks, Gabriel. But. You're dad was very clear. He wants to stay in his room. But good suggestion though."

That evening after everyone leaves, Timothy calls us two to the living room for a, "Family meeting! I know I'm not family so i guess think of it as Family (plus Timothy) Meeting, ok?" He waits for us to react. Isha and I stare like two nails at a spork. "So first things first, I'm gonna be here for a while. Probably forever. Your dad's has not told me much about your family, but there was something he said after he asked for some morphine.....he talked about strange things that happen...." Both of our ears perk.

Isha and I look at each other and Isha says, "What--what do you mean...strange?"

"It just sounds like your family has some special bonds...."

"Uuhhhhhhh"

"Uhhhh---"

Timothy takes over our noises, "I get it, you two want to keep your private lives private, I am very good with discretion. But if anyone found out what happens in this house.....I'm just not sure you two would stay together."

I don't know what to say, and Isha looks just as red as I feel.

Timothy has the final words of the night, "You're silence and awkwardness tells me that what I heard is true." Isha and I get nervous about these things. Why is Timothy talking like that?

Later that night, when Timothy brings dad in on a special wheelchair that holds up his upper body, daddy wastes no time being himself.

"Timothy, Isha, take me upstairs."

"What about me, daddy?"

"What about you?"

Timothy looks at me like he's sorry, they both take daddy upstairs with a special stair chair and I stay alone. But not for long. Isha comes back downstairs pretty fast.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. Timothy said he needs to be alone with dad, and dad told me to get out."

"Do you think he knows? About our kisses? About when me or daddy hump you?"

Isha's eyes worry like mine.

"BOYS!" We hear daddy call. We run upstairs into daddy's room. Timothy sits by his bedside, we stand on the other. "What did you tell Timothy?"

We both open out mouths but get stuck to speak.

"Did you tell him that we fuck?"

"No they didn't, Ben. But you just did." All of our eyes bulge towards Timothy. "I want to be clear. Your boys didn't want to answer me when I asked them, so I told you the same thing I told them. Your family has special bonds. Which you thought meant fucking, Ben."

Daddy still doesn't look, "What do you want Timothy?"

Out of nowhere Isha talks like he's playing on his video games, "I'm gonna shoot you in the fucken face you bitch ass Indian cunt!" His face is red with madness.

"If you just listen, you'll see that I'm on your side."

"What, Timothy? Let him speak, boys."

Timothy takes a deep breath. "I saw the doctors report. Ben, they suspect you have less than a year to live. There's a complication in your neck that seems to be pressurizing within your brain. To remove the pressure would be like releasing floodgates into your brain. But even if there was a slim chance surgery would work, I checked with your insurance. They will not cover it, and you simply don't have enough in your accounts either. Your assets won't be able to liquidize in time for the surgery to happen soon enough. Ben..... You will die."

"You're just a stranger. Why would we believe you?"

"Because I just found out that your dad enacts sexual behavior with his children. And I haven't gone to the authorities. I'm sure one phone call and a blood sample will show your dad's cum in either of your systems. Am I right?"

"Maybe in Isha, not in me," I say. Isha punches me like he never has before.

"You're a fucken idiot, Gabe! Why would you tell him that!?"

"LOOK! I haven't made any call....and I'm not going to tell anybody."

"What?"

"Why?"

"Because. Isn't it clear? Isha, you still has a few years before you can claim custody over Gabriel. Your dad won't live to see it. Ben can give me custody over you two so that you guys can stay together. And if not....it's not like you two have any other family to take you in."

"You can't just take us! Pretend to be our daddy! You're a stranger!"

Timothy stares at daddy.

*Timothy clears his throat*

Daddy sounds like a normal person for a second, "Actually....I've been seeing Timothy for about seven years. We met online."

Isha has the same reaction I do, we both raise our eyebrows and mess up our hair.

"What?!"

Daddy finishes with, "Boys. To you Timothy is a stranger. But to me, it seems clear. Timothy is you're new daddy. No arguments."

Timothy makes us dinner that night.

"How do you know where everything is? I ask while I watch him.

"Yea, I did a lot of cooking while you two were at school. Man, we don't even know if you two buds will have school at all this fall. Crazy right?!"

I say, "Lots of people dying, apparently."

Timothy tries to make us feel better. "Listen. Boys. I'm not here to make your life difficult. In fact, I need your help too."

I wonder what we wants from us.

Isha says what I thought, "What, Mr? What could you want from us? From me? You're trying to fuck me too?! Is this what it's all about?!! You want your cock in my ass?!!!"

Ok, maybe not really exactly what I thought.

But Timothy makes me feel like I believe him, "No. It's just that, I love your dad."

"Bullshit."

I say, "Isha, don't be like that."

"No, he's just another fucken pedo prick like dad, and he just wants to fuck me like dad. This is just what this is all about!"

Timothy looks sad and turns off the burner on the stove. "Isha, did you know your dad almost threw away all your moms pictures when I first met him?"

"You're lying."

"Oh you can ask him. He's in a good position to tell the truth."

"Why would he do that? Why would he even want to throw away mom's pictures?!"

"Because he thought it'd make him happy. At least from what your father told me, he never wanted to marry. He never wanted kids."

"LIAR!"

"Isha, I swear, you can go ask him. I'm only here now because--"

I get kinda sad, "Why?! Why are you even saying these things?"

"Because I want you boys to know that I will care about you! I fell in love with your dad because he was discovering himself. He was exploring what it means to like men. He was so sweet and loving. And I had just dropped out of college. He paid for me to go back and finish. He paid for me to move out here. We would go on a date every day while you boys were at school. I'd clean the house, make sure to massage him. But after some time...."

Isha cuts in, "Did he call you 'baby' and tell you how your eyes look like the stars?"

Timothy nods like he knows exactly what Isha means, "And then all of the sudden, he made me a secret. A second thought. A friggen no one. I think you two know how I feel. I would sometimes overhear how he treats you two when we spoke over the phone. The way he talks about your pictures."

Isha has death in his eyes again, he speaks slow, "Did you know what he had been doing to me? . . .Did you KNOW?!"

Timothy is calm like Isha, "Isha, I had no clue, but a few months ago he said he'd want to have a 'special bond' with Gabriel like he does with you, Isha. I didn't get it, but I stared to guess. You two made it clear only today."

Isha has so many tears down his face. He runs away upstairs to daddy's room. So it's just me and Timothy. I want to cry, but for so long daddy made me lose love for him. And now I know for sure that dad has no love for me. But right in front of me is a new daddy. . .

I ask, "So, what were you making for dinner?"

He smiles at me. "Well, you're a big strong man, right? What should big strong men eat?"

"hmmmmmm, steak?"

"And I'll make potatoes on the side too."

"Yummmm!"

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3: New Nakedness

The morning after all the craziness, Timothy walks into my room. I hear the wood creak because he doesn't know where to step. I twist but he finds a way to rest his hand on my chest and rubs, "Hey, little buddy. Good morning. Come eat breakfast."

That week, I began to grow on Timothy since he'd make something new each morning. Fruit shakes, waffles with eggs 'n cheese, avocado toast (yuk), sausages and hash browns, yogurt parfaits, and chorizo sandwiches.

Isha doesn't let up on his angry face, especially the morning with fruit shakes, but he gets less and less angry. Most times, only Timothy and I would talk, though.

I say with food in my mouth, "I just don't think we need to wear masks. No one gets that covid stuff here."

Timothy giggles, "Right, but it's about staying safe. So no matter what, we will be wearing them."

Isha comes in with some attitude, "Can't make that fucken decision for us. We'll do what we want."

Timothy didn't even flinch, patience of steel. "Just let me know what you want for lunch, boys."

We didn't talk to each other a lot, in fact besides breakfast, we all kept to our rooms. I'd watch TV, play on the iPad, sometimes I'd think about that thing daddy showed me. I remember he looked like a skinny devil with a long...cock. What was he doing.... Jerking off? But I wouldn't really be in the mood to play with my sad little worm.

I'm not sure when, but one of those days Timothy put up a calendar, right in the living room, with kitties for pictures and a big red circle on the last week that reads, "Wedding."

Isha seen it and yells, "Fuck this shit, fucken pedo pricks!" He got real mean after that.

The niceness of Timothy meant nothing to Isha. But to me, Timothy shows me he cares about us way more than daddy ever did.

Come Sunday, Timothy knocks on our doors and says, "Your dad wants to speak to you boys. I'm going to go out to get groceries."

I told Isha to hold my hand when we walk in. Daddy lays on his back completely flat, Timothy had bought him new blankets and put flowers next to his bed. Daddy's eyes have a fix on the ceiling the entire time.

Daddy gets straight to it, but just really sounds like a totally different person, "It's true. I never wanted to marry, or to have kids. You boys happened because I made a promise to my parents before they died that I'd pass my genes, be a man, have a family, all that. I see now that you boys did not destroy my life. You both made my life." Isha let go of my hand and sped to his room. "Go to your brother, Isha." Dad thought it was me who left.

Isha's room is smellier than ever, more dirty clothes than ever. Timothy offers to wash, but Isha says no. I try to make him feel better, "Don't you want kisses, Isha?" But he keeps quiet. He cleans his already clean guns, sharpens his already sharp knives, and be on his computer. I told Isha, "You know, I don't think I'll ever want to touch a gun again."

"Guns don't kill people, Gabe. It was that awful man. And dad was too fucken stupid to get out of the way, anyway. He got what he deserves."

"I'm sad that dad is going to die."

"I'm not....I think..... I don't know."

"There's not a lot of time, Isha. Can we can just talk to him? Please?"

He stabs his thick wooden table with his camp knife. I'm not sure what he wants to do. But he looks at me and I guess he saw how scary everything is right now.

So Isha and I go back upstairs to the start of all this. We go in, we know exactly where to step to make no noise, but daddy hears us anyway.

"I guess you boys deserve to know whatever you want." But we are silent, both with so many tears. "It's ok. I think I know what you want to ask Isha."

Isha starts , "Why did you fuck me when I was just a kid?"

What daddy's says burns into both our minds, "Because you're a fucking hot baby boy. Both of you. Isha, when I first asked you to suck my cock...do you remember that?" Isha is silent. "I think you do. Isha, I saw your little eyes go in the back of your head when I came in your mouth. You fucken loved it. Right? Right Isha?" Isha doesn't want to talk. "I know both you boys like what I taught you. Don't you? Did you like all of it Isha?"

I can't tell if he is angry or just doesn't know, but he eventually says, "I hate you....I fucken hate you! I wish death on you every fucking day. You were so rough, so mean, and cold. And your so big, I was just 10! You didn't care how much it hurt me. How much and how long I bled! But you know what? I guess. I guess I liked the cum, especially that first time. I liked it and I liked that it made you happy. It was the ONLY fucken thing that made you happy. But then you wanted to fuck Gabe too? Fuck you! And he's smaller than I was when I started! I didn't want him to be hurt too!"

Daddy was quiet for a while. "I know Isha. I know. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry."

Daddy cries, Isha cries, I cry.

Daddy finds strength to slow down and stop. He says, "Isha. I know who you are. You are a sweeter version of me."

"No I'm not--"

"Answer me something. Do you think about Gabe? You know what I mean, Isha. Do you think a--"

Isha drops a heavy sigh, "Agh! I don't want to...." Isha drops to his gut, he holds my arm but looks away. "I hate myself everyday, but I think about you, Gabe. Naked and stuff. With me."

Daddy talks to me now, "And Gabriel. You are a sweeter version of Isha. Look at your brother. Gabriel, don't you want to love your brother?"

I have no doubt, but can't talk, "Y-y-y-y-ye-ye-ye-yea.... I l-l-l-l-l-love I-I-I-Isha."

Daddy moves us both without the ability to lift a finger, without his eyes on us, "Boys, look at each other. Look at your brothers eyes. Always love your brother. Love him like you know you must love him." Isha and I hug so hard, I haven't had his squeeze in weeks. "Boys, please. With all your hearts. With all your body. Love each other always. Every part." And so Isha kisses me and I kiss him. Our tears mix and make salt in our mouths, our breaths mix and fill up each other's hearts. Isha pets my hair and looks into my eyes. I never felt so much love for him.

Isha tells me with a broken voice, "I love you Gabe."

Mine is just as broken, "I love you too Isha."

"Are you ok? Are you okay if I love you and you love me? With hearts, cocks, cum, asses, all of it?"

I don't take long to think, "Only if it doesn't hurt like you said."

Isha laughs off guard, "Oh my gosh, silly! I would never hurt you, ever!"

Isha and daddy laugh for some time.

Daddy says, "I think you should show him, Isha." Isha looks at me with a smile of embarrassment.

I say, "No more secrets! What does daddy mean?"

"Well, you know how daddys cock is ten inches?"

"Yea, his...cock...is like a subway sandwich!" Both daddy and Isha laugh again.

"Well....I guess let me show you."

Isha has camo gear on, so he is pretty full of clothes even though it's freaking hot outside! He takes off his camo jacket, his camo pants and stands there in just a black muscle shirt and boxer briefs. He lifts up his shirt to show his stomach. "I'm gonna show you my baby cock." He slowly drops his boxer briefs and I see it. "I'm soft right now, so I'm like two inches right now. But, I'm only like four inches hard. My balls are bigger. They dangle super low like dad's. I know, my cocks a joke for someone with a driver's permit."

"What? It's still bigger than mine! Look." I do the same as Isha. I take off my shorts and underwear, lift my shirt a bit and show off my hardness. "I don't know how big it is but you're still waaaay bigger."

"Bro, my balls are way bigger, but look, we're like the same size! Oh my god, how embarrassing!"

"No way. Do you have a ruler?"

"No. But--look let me put them together." Isha easily picks me up and moves me so fast, he stands me on the recliner. He's basically twice as tall as me, so our....cocks line up and I see him eye to eye. He brings them close together and kind of humps them together. "Need to make mine hard to show you." When they touch his full soft warmth covers my crotch and my knees almost give up. "Whoa, hey fucktard hold on, I'm trying to show you!" He kisses me and touches my worm! I'm lost in his touches, my cock feels so hard and wants his hole again. Before I know it he breaks the kiss and says, "Ok, I'm pretty fucking hard now. Look." He stands both of our cocks up and against each other. "Dude! Fuck! Your like three inches hard! I mean, I'm still thicker, but not by a lot. You're gonna be way bigger than me when you're my age!"

"I'm a big strong man!" That makes me think about Timothy. "Wait. But. What do we do about Timothy?"

Daddy says, "That's for you boys to decide together. From now on, your love happens when and how you want. Just remember me when you do."

Isha drops our cocks, he walks to daddy, leans over, "Do you want me to suck your cock?"

"No, Isha. 1) I can't get hard and I can't cum. Timothy had tried. But 2) I already decided that those days are done for me. I'm going to die knowing you boys will carry on. I don't deserve anything. Not even to watch."

Isha kisses daddy on the head. "No, you don't." Isha takes my hand and takes me downstairs. We play Zombies in the living room. I never get to play since he thinks I get scared. I'm so happy.

Timothy comes back and starts to put away groceries. Isha offers, "Need help?"

"Thanks, I'd love help. I'm thinking of making chicken salad for dinner, that sound good?"

Isha plays around nice now, "Faggy, but sounds right for this house."

We all smile and have a dinner together, without daddy, and we feel like a family with Timothy.

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"We gather here today..." says the priest in his mask with a cross on it. Daddy has on a suit that Timothy and Isha helped put on. Timothy looks just like daddy. Isha and I have on pink dress shirts and black pants with a black bowtie that Timothy got us.

The celebration is small, but our tears are big. We learn that pretty soon, Timothy will be our fully legal daddy. The priest leaves. Timothy made us the cake, his favorite. Red velvet, but died white.

"I want to thank you boys."

I say, "Thank you Timothy. Or, do you want me to call you daddy?"

"Uhhhh, you can call me whatever you're comfortable with."

Isha says, "I might call you T-Dad. Maybe Tadothy. Not sure yet."

Daddy says, "I'm just happy I didn't ruin this family completely."

"Honey, don't say that. We're just glad to still have you while you're here."

I ask, "How long till daddy....?"

Everyone is quiet for a while. But Timothy livens the mood, "How about we have some drinks and play some cards?"

"Ooo, Ooo, can I have a drink?"

Timothy thinks, "Uhhhh, I think you're dad should decide."

Daddy says, "No, I will not make anymore decisions. Timothy, my boys are yours completely. I trust you will raise then better than I have. Better than I ever could."

I look at Timothy with puppy dog eyes. "Pretty please.....daddy?"

"Wow you really want to drink? Have you ever had any?"

"I've tried beer before and it's super gross."

"You know, I bought lots of sweet wines. I think those would be good for you. You can have one glass."

Isha cuts in, "How about we make this more interesting? What if we play strip poker?"

All of our eyes go big. Timothy especially, "Strip? Poker?"

"Yea. I mean. I guess. You should know our cocks right? And I want to see your cock. Tadothy."

I've never seen a brown person get get red. "Look, I don't want you to think I need to do the kinds of things you boys do."

I ask kinda sad, "So you don't want to be like us?"

"That's not it, it's just. Isha made such a big deal about--"

Isha say, "Yea. Sorry. I didn't mean to call you a fucken pedo prick. I'm just coming to terms that I'm one. Gabe will probably be one. So, it's kind of dad's honor, you know?"

Timothy says, "Yea, we'll definitely need alcohol."

So we get ready to play. Isha closes all the blinds and curtains. We bring out the big folding table from the basement. It's been a dust collector for years since we never play games. I see Timothy take a shot, then another shot in the kitchen. He brings out a red solo cup of sweet wine for me. And a cup with something he calls a mimosa for himself and Isha. Timothy makes a joke to Isha, "Gay ass drink for a gay ass night."

"To fucking pedo pricks," Isha cheers, and they both take a small gulp. "Yup. Sweet."

I sniff my drink, "It smells like old juice." I also take a big gulp. "Whoa, this is pretty good! Am I drunk yet?"

Everyone laughs. Isha passes our cards, "So I realize this little fucktard over here won't know how to play poker. So let's make it simple. Gold Fish."

Timothy say, "You know it's 'Go' Fish, right?"

Everyone laughs. I get my cards and organize my pairs. "So, I know how GO Fish works, but how is it Strip Go Fish?"

"Alright, so, you'll only put pairs down during your turn. If you put down a pair, you can make anyone take off one piece of clothing. That's an order. If someone makes a pair from a card they took you, you gotta take off one piece of clothes. That's another order. So one person could give out two orders whenever they make a pair off someone. And if you just have a pair, that's one order. Got it?"

I have three pairs! Oh, man, I'm gonna win this game! "Ummmm.....Can I go first?"

"No stupid it's not your special day. Tadothy will go first. Sir?"

Timothy says, "Isha. Please. You don't have to call me Sir!....Ok, let's see. Ok. Gabriel. Do you have a 2?"

"Aw man!" I give up one of my twos.

Timothy feels bad, "Oh, no! I made a pair. I'll give one order to each of you."

"Take something off! Then take a drink!" Isha commands. He takes off a shoe.

"Oh. right," So I take off my left shoe. I take a big drink of my sweet wine.

"Whoa, slowdown there." Isha goes next, "Gabe, do you have another two?"

"Are you kidding me?" I give up my other two and take off my right shoe. Timothy takes off a shoe too. I also take another drink. "Man you guys, is it my turn?"

Isha is smug, "Not yet, I just made two pairs. Twos and I had fours. That's two more orders. Gabe, take off two more pieces of clothes! And take two more drinks!"

"Oh my god you guys!" I take off my bowtie and my sock. And I take two small drinks of my wine. "Can....Whoa.....Can I ggggo now? Good! I have two pairs already. Queens and kings. I give one order to each of you!" I hear the thuds from each of them taking off their shoe. "Ok, now, Isha, do you have any nines?"

"Gold fish. I mean--GO fish! Damn it."

Everyone laughs. I pick up a card, three cards in my hand and I get another pair! "Oh man, is my turn over?"

"Yes, it's my turn now!" Timothy looks at us both and then lands on me with a playful evil eye. "Gabriel...." I get scared! "Do you have....a six?"

"MAN! You guys are cheating!" I throw down my card all mad.

Isha yells, "Hey. Calm down. It's just a game."

"Yea. But you guys are cheating. Now I have to take off another stupid piece of clothes--" I take off my left sock, "And have to drink this delicious wine again." I laugh while I drink it.

Timothy says, "Oh, but I just made a pair. And since you seem l

to like your drink Gabriel--"

"No!"

"Yea, I'm gonna make you take off your shirt!"

"MAAAAN! I'm losing!" I take off my black dress shirt and take my drink again. I'm mad but not mad. This is actually pretty fun. And the drink makes me kinda wobbly.

Timothy says, "Aw, look at your cute little nipples!"

Isha's turn, "Gabe.....do you have, another six?"

"Are you serious right now? How do you guys known my cards?" I throw my six at him. One card left. I take off my pants. "I only have my underwear you guys. Can you pick on each other now?" I take my drink.

"It's your turn Gabriel."

"Oh, right. Ummm. Timothy, do you have a four?"

"Nope, Go Fish."

I pick up a card, so now I have a four and an ace.

Timothy goes next. "Uhhhh, Gabriel?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Do you have a four?"

"That's cheating! You know I had a four because I asked for one!"

"It's not cheating, fucktard. You just straight up told us what card we should ask you for!"

"We haven't even played 5 minutes and I'm supposed to be naked!"

Isha says, "Yea, but your also the first to finish your drink! I still have mine full!" They both laugh like I missed something.

Timothy joins in, "Yea, I'm super jealous. Besides, don't you want to show us how much of a big strong man you are?"

"Ugggg, I guess."

"Woooo! Take it off!" Isha yells like it's a celebration. Oh, wait! It is a celebration! Timothy and daddy got married! Duh! So I get over my loss and get in the mood to have fun. I do a dance, I shake my butt around, jump up and down, and use the chair to show myself to everyone. Now in just my underwear, I do a 'suck it' move and then grab my crotch and flip off my crowd. They cheer. I shake my butt some more and play with my cheeks.

"Are you ready to see all of me?!" I shout.

"Woooo!" Isha keeps on.

So I wiggle out of my undies little by little and finally, it pops out. All hard and ready to go, my little worm head comes out of the skin to say hi and I kinda do the jerk off daddy taught me. I throw my underwear to Timothy and say, "Smell it!"

Timothy acts shy, "Oh, I don't know."

Isha eggs him on, "It's cool Tadothy, from now on, all of us is made for all of us to enjoy. Smell his underwear."

"I really--"

Isha is more firm, "Smell his fucken underwear Timothy."

"Alright, alright. Let's keep the good vibes going I guess." Timothy puts my underwear to his face and he awkwardly sniffs. He smiles and brings them back up to his nose, this time he sniffs deeper. He keeps them there for a few more breaths. "I'm going to look forward to smelling these all the time."

I giggle and and wave my worm around a little more. Still on the chair, I turn back around and open my butthole to them. I make it fake talk, "Happy marriage Timothy and daddy! Congratulations!"

Isha calms me down, "Alright ventura, your fully nude. Back to the game, we still got me and Timothy."

So I sit down and finish my drink. "More please!"

I lay on the couch while Timothy gets me more. But then I get so sleepy. I yawn and......close my eyes and.....so sleepy all the sudden......

"AW! Good game!" I hear Isha yell.

"What? What happened?" I ask.

Timothy seems pretty happy and pretty drunk. "Gabriel! Heeeey buddy, there you are. You finished your drink and passed out the first game! You woke up just in time though. Isha just won the last game of Texas Hold Em, I'm about to take off my boxeeeeeerrrrrrssssss."

I spring awake, "I wanna see, I wanna see!" Isha is already fully naked. This is the first time I see him fully nude in front of me. He has some definition in his abs, just a little bit of that cut from his stomach that goes into his cock. Hehe. Cock. His calves are huge, I never seen them I guess?

But Timothy gets up in front of us and starts his show. "You boys know who I am? I ammm, your new daddy. And, just like the other daddy, I'm gonnnnnnaaa show you my cock. Hahahahaha." Timothy isn't as elegant with his dance. He bops around the living room and shakes his butt, but he bumps into the furniture much more. Finally he stands still, "Ok, here we go." He drops his boxers to the floor and we see his big cock. "Normally there's a shit ton of hair, Indians are just hairy dudes, but I shave it---i shhhhh--i shave it all off. Look at me boys! What do you think?"

I finally realize that Timothy looks like me. We both have skin over our cock heads. Isha and daddy don't. I get up, still pretty wobbly, and go up to Timothy's cock. He is all soft. But when I got closer it began to fill up a little bit. I reach for the end of it and kinda play with that skin. I use two hands to pinch it open and pull the skin back, his cock head is a more brownish purple than Isha and I, we have a more pinkish head. "You have skin here like I do."

Timothy has his head back, I guess he really enjoys my hands here. I look to Isha, he's smoking something, like a pen. "Suck his cock, Gabe. Remember, it's his special day."

"Suck it?"

"Yea.... Oh shit, I guess I never taught you huh? Alright, well. Start with mine, since I'm smaller."

"What?!" I didn't expect I'd have a dick in my mouth tonight!

But Isha comes over and stands in front of me. He takes in some more of his pen, breathes deep. He meets me eye to eye and kisses me. Then he breathes out the smoke into my mouth. I breath it in. "Your gonna suck my dick, Gabe. Because then you're gonna suck Tadothys dick. We're all gonna get used to sucking each other's dick, anytime of day. Got it?"

I nod my head. Isha's strong fingers fix my head to his crotch, I can now smell his cock. "How long do I suck it for?"

"First, you're not just gonna suck. Remember how dad was fucking me? In and out? Remember two things about cocks: they're happiest when 1) they're slimy warm and when 2) they get all covered up and rubbed. So use your mouth to make my cock slimy, and cover it all up and rub it. Use your tongue, and especially your throat." He touches my neck, "When a cock goes in here, it's the best. I'm fucken tiny so you won't need to really do that. but You will for Timothy."

Timothy is on the couch, he sips his drink, "I'm loving this boys. Please. Keep going." He has my underwear and sniffs it in between drinks.

"Just taking it back to elementary, you know what I mean? Teaching the kids the ways of the world," Isha says. "You think you can do it Gabe?"

"Warm, slimy, covered up, and rubbed. Right?"

"Go for it." So I make a whole bunch of spit in my mouth. I open up and let Isha put himself in. "Ohhhhhh, warm and wet, good." I close my lips, I'm able to take in most of it. His cock is so hard, I think of it like a meaty baby carrot. Not sure if I like it, but this makes him happy. I feel his head at the back of my throat and remember that it's best when it's in there. So I kinda like do a yawn. But I cough real bad, almost choke. I tear up and more mucus gets into my mouth. "It's ok, it's good. Don't worry, happens to everyone. Just keep trying." I nod. He puts himself back in. I use my hands to hold onto his butt and his hands hold my hair tight. "Relax, right. Yea. Good, now back and forth. Use your....yea. Fuck. Oh, fuck. Gabe. Aw. yea!" I bob my head back and forth and think about daddy fucking Isha. His whole cock went in. I'm not too sure how a butthole does it, but i figure it must be kinda tight. So I make my mouth airtight and go back and forth. Isha's head is back and his hips kinda hump to.

I pop him out of my mouth to ask, "What do I do about the balls?"

"Right. Those are super delicate, you should know. Balls want those same things, but 1000 times softer. Use your tongue, but if you can fit them in your mouth without hurting me, that's the best."

"Ok." Isha's balls hang super low, one of the balls is lower than the other. I start there. His balls are so soft. No hair at all, like mine. They make me think of meatballs wrapped in salty cotton candy. I wet his sac with my tongue and kinda suck the lower ball into my mouth as soft as I can. I wiggle it around. I try to fit the other one into my mouth too, but my mouth isn't big enough. So I suck them one by one. Isha lifts my head and I go back to his cock. He pushes my head all the way to take his full four inch cock. My throat opens and I stop my breath. I feel him get real tense, his butt squeezes and his knees bend some. Then I feel it. I think it's pee, but I remember, it's probably Isha's man milk....oh uh, cum. I can feel it gush out and hit the back of my throat. The cum is so warm and feels like globs of salty pudding. My mouth fills up with the cum since I can't swallow all that Isha puts out. He moans but hold his cock in my mouth until I drink it all. I'm not really a fan of the taste. He's in there so long, I can feel his cock get soft.

"Ohhhh, ohhhh, ohhhh, my god. Gabe. Fuck. Yes."

I gulp the last bits of cum in my mouth, "Oh man. You made me drink your cum!"

"Get used to it. Your about to swallow Tadothys cum."

We both say, "What?"

"It'll make today even more special. Do it Gabe."

"Timothy, do you want me to suck your cock?"

Timothy looks nervous. "Do you, Gabriel?"

I think about it. My jaw is kinda stiff and my throat kinda hurts. But I guess it is his special day. "Yea, I want to make you feel special."

Timothy leans back on the couch. "Ok, just remember, I'm a little over six inches, think of me as double what Isha is. No offense Isha."

Isha finishes his drink. "It's cool, I gotta baby dick. I know it." He smokes his pen again.

"You don't have to take it all, ok? Just do what you can."

I nod and get on my knees. Isha puts a pillow down so my knees don't touch the floor. Timothy's cock is fully hard. I see some drops at the top and play with them. The drops are sticky, but clear. I smell his cock, it's so different from Isha's. Much manlier. I open my mouth and realize I can basically only fit the head inside! His head is like a pillow in my mouth, but so big. Timothy moans and kinda humps his hips a little bit too, "Ohhhhhhhhhh......yeaaaaaa....." But I struggle a lot more. He is so much bigger.

Isha drops down to be here with me. "Hey buddy. So, since your mouth is so small, you can't put much inside. So what you want to do is focus on the head when you want to make the cum come out. But otherwise, jerk him off, lick up and down his dick, suck on his balls, lots to do. You don't have to swallow it all. Look." Isha uses his tongue to lick up and down Timothy's cock. He jerks off the middle part while his mouth sucks the head part. "See?"

Timothy has my underwear on his face, so I can't see his face, but I can hear him, "Fuuuuuck, yeaaaaaa."

Me and Isha take turns on Timothy's cock. I take the head and Isha would go up and down on the rest. Pretty soon, I felt Timothy squirt. I thought Isha had a lot of cum, but Timothy had so much more! He squirts and squirts into my mouth, but the cum spills out and burts all over my face, Isha's face, and Timothy's stomach. It's like a gyser, so much shoots off and doesn't stop, he lets off 9 squirts total. The squirts are like ropes that shoot up and land everywhere. Timothy breaths heavy, still with my underwear on his face. I see Isha licks off the cum on Timothy stomach and thighs, so do I. Isha then finishes the clean up with my face, he licks my cheeks, eyes, chin, to get all the cum off me, and I do the same to him. We get it all off and Timothy's cock goes soft. Isha and I kiss each other on top of Timothy's stomach.

Daddy says from the corner, "I'm glad you all have each other. I think I'm ready to go."

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