Castle Roland

Life on the Farm

by Joe Writer Man

In Progress

Chapter 17

Published: 8 Apr 14

We didn't get home from the fair until after 11:30pm. Baths were quick and to the point, except for Eric and me. The two faces staring us in the mirror said it all. We looked like a pair of Rocky Raccons, what with the whites of our eyes contrasting with the dark skin surrounding them.

During our bath, we kept recounting the fun we'd had, and vowed to do it again next year and/or in a surrounding town when they had their fair. After changing water 3 times, we were finally ready to wash our hair.

Eric laid down in the water with his head away from me to get it wet. His hips were lying across my upper thighs, splayed wide open, enabling me to see everything he had – close up and personal. He was about half-hard, half soft. His main squeeze was bobbing in the water. It took everything I had not to reach down and play with it. Just as I was getting up the courage to do it anyway, he changed positions so that his head and back was up against my front side. Thinking he wouldn't mind me washing his hair for him, I grabbed the bottle of shampoo, squeezed out a sizable dollop, applied it to his wet head and began scrubbing. Eric didn't mind my attentions paid to him, in fact, I could have sworn to hearing him purr.

Finished, he turned around, knelt down and turned on the spigots to rinse.

Now, I found 'that' sight very interesting… so interesting, in fact, that I raised my hand and leaned my face forward, but, before I could do anything, Eric turned off the water, sat down, and reached all around for a washcloth to wipe the water out of his eyes. I was sitting on one, so I wrung it out and handed it to him.

We changed places. Just as I put my head under water, I felt him washing my back with a soapy washcloth, going up and down my spine, side to side, then he glided over my twin globes, but did not go between them… as I wanted him to. God, I wanted him… he was teasing me. Or was he mesmerized by the sight passing through his eyes, like his globes did for me?

I scooped up a handful of soap off my head and took it to my back door, rubbed it up and down and all around, poked my finger inside to lube up good, then turned my head back to face Eric, and said, "Please… I'm clean… please Eric, I need you inside of me."

Eric's eyes averted to my butt. His facial expressions changed from disgust to curiosity, to wonderment, to distaste, to neutral, back to curious, and then nothing. "I can't, James."

"Please, just put it inside… your being there won't hurt me… I promise… you don't even have to cum inside… but you can… but only if you want to…"

"I don't know, we're brothers…"

I turned toward the spigots, turned on the water, dunked my head under the cascade, and hoped for the best… figuring that maybe if I wasn't watching, then he might do it because it would be his decision, not mine.

It wasn't to happen, though.

Finished with my hair, I turned around in the water to rinse my butt… Eric was furiously jacking his stalk, and then his legs splayed out as he reached his moment of no return.

While I was disappointed, somewhat, I was glad he was able to release tension in a very pleasurable way. He didn't object when I leaned down to lick away a small glob of seminal evidence at the base of his still fully extended member. He didn't mind that I licked away evidence of his maleness on his dick, too.

Tentatively, at first, then decisively he reached under my face, neck, chest and belly until he reached my organ. His fingers grasped on firmly and began stroking with purpose. I worked my way so that I could fully spread my legs and lay them on his thighs. I then put my head against the tub and enjoyed his ministrations – to the maximum. I closed my eyes, concentrated deeply on the pleasurable sensations he was giving to me, and, the more he stroked, the closer I got to releasing… but that moment was not to come to fruition.

The bathroom door opened.
Stacy stuck her head in the doorway.
Immediately she looked our way.
Eric jerked his hand away.
I put my hand over my throbbing organ.

But it was too late.
I knew it.
Eric knew it.
We were busted.

A look of wonderment crossed her face… like she was getting ready to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat.

Angrily, Eric said to Stacy, "Get the hell out of here… just go."

"What the fuck are you guys doing?" Stacy asked, stunned, as the realization sank in on exactly what she saw, surely.

Eric spouted, "Like wouldn't you want to know… whatsa matter Stacy… are you jealous… just because you don't have somebody to wash your back… get out of here, we'll be done in a few minutes."

Her demeanor changed from curiosity to full out anger.

Against our will, like a streak of energy being unleashed, she grabbed first my arm then Eric's and hauled us up and out of the tub, causing us to fall to the floor with everything, and I mean everything on display.

Eric, pissed beyond belief, jumped up, then furiously shoved her out of the bathroom and slammed shut the door.

For a moment, I thought he was going to bash me, too, but instead, he cursed and swore retribution while retrieving towels from the vanity cabinet. He tossed one to me, and then he began drying himself off.

I got up, leaned over, released the drain plug, dried off, and then got the Comet and began scrubbing away the dirty ring from the tub.

By then, Eric had calmed down considerably and began drying my hair and back while I scrubbed. I flinched when he touched the towel to my butt, and flinched again when he ran the towel between my cheeks.

Finished with my chore, I stood and he quickly dried my front side and then tossed the towels into the dirty clothes hamper. He retrieved fresh towels, handed one to me, wrapped another one around his midsection, and waited for me to do the same.

Once we were all put together, our eyes locked once again, only that time we shared a moment of dread about what was surely going to happen…

I broke the silence by saying, "Eric. I don't think she really saw us…"

I knew that was lame, but still, I was hoping… although I knew I was whistling in the dark.

"Look, I'll go out first… if she hits me, you can run for it."

I put my hand on his back, wrapped it around his waist, and said, "No, we're in this together, come on, let's get this over with."

He wrapped his arm around my midsection, let go, and said, "Okay. I'm sorry, James, I didn't mean to get you in trouble."

"Get me in trouble?" I gasped. "We're in this together… you're my Bro, Dude."

Eric nodded then reached for the door knob, turned it and, while looking around the door jam, opened it.

Stacy was waiting for us. And, she had a lethal weapon – a wet towel that she used with finely honed skill, striking our legs, more than once.

And then she connected with Eric's backside. The snap was sickening. He screamed in agony at the contact with the tender skin of his butt.

That was more than I could take.

I reached into the hamper, grabbed a wet towel, and then, as if rehearsed, snapped the towel in her direction and made contact with her arm that was raised up to protect her face. I wanted to hurt her, and I wanted to hurt her bad. I guess the look on my face and my body stance told her to back off.

Eric, meanwhile, recovered, somewhat, grabbed the towel out of my hands, flung it to the floor, took hold of my arm, and shoved us past Stacy… but she wasn't finished, not by a long shot. Just as we cleared the bathroom door, she struck again, striking him once again in the butt with that wet fucking towel, connecting yet again. And then she got mine… she was a fucking crazy bitch, and she was deadly. The last smack, just before Eric reacted, got me in the small of my back, just above my butt cheek on the left side.

Then everything changed… before I could react, unable to get hold of the towel she was holding… he punched her hard in the face on the jawbone. He then recoiled, reared his arm back and was going in for another direct hit… I grabbed his arm, wrestled him to the floor and sat on his chest to keep him from doing anything that he would later regret.

Then thundering feet were heard coming up the stairs. Within seconds, Dad arrived and he was 'highly' annoyed. He demanded to know what was going on. "Why" wasn't even an issue.

Angrily, Eric replied, "That bitch snapped my ass. James, damn it, get off me."

"HE HIT ME!" Stacy screamed, holding the side of her face with care, like he'd killed her, or some such shit. She wasn't bleeding and her pointy witch bitch nose was in its normal position – up her ass.

Dad grabbed hold of our arms and pulled us up to our feet, and then he grabbed the towels, and the smoking gun from her hands, turned on the hall light, at which time he looked at Eric's bare butt, saw the damage, and then he turned to Stacy to check out her face.

It was then that Stacy turned on the water works, poor little her, innocent damsel in distress… she was really pouring it on, the bitch.

In the light, I clearly saw the angry red whelps on Eric's butt cheeks, one of which appeared to disappear between that where God split him in half.

I was pissed.

Dad saw that I was pissed. He wasn't a happy camper either.

Having surveyed the damage, he turned to Stacy, and said, "Go to your room, now, Young Lady. This isn't over." He turned to me, "You, James, go to your room. This isn't over for you either… Eric…"

"I'm going Dad. She's got a problem." Eric hissed, then he took off down the hall, buck naked, and turned into his room and closed the door. I followed, only I turned into my room and closed the door, too.

"THOSE IDIOTS ALWAYS GET AWAY WITH MURDER…" Stacy screamed, and then I heard her door violently slam shut.

I shuddered.

Then it was eerily quiet. The only thing I heard was my breath escaping my lungs… I hadn't even realized I had been holding my breath, until just then.

And then I just about shit… a light knock on my door sounded throughout the room, seemingly like a clash of cymbals. In response, while letting out another breath of air, I squeaked, "Just a second…" I then reached into the dresser drawer, retrieved a pair of red silk boxers, and answered the door, ready for anything.

Eric rushed in, closed the door, looked into my eyes, put his hands on either side of my neck… gone was the rage; gone was the pain… both having been replaced with a semi-satisfied smirk.

"She's in a shit load of trouble… serves the bitch right." He said, then leaned over, bore down like his life depended on it, and then let loose with a butt flapping fart, that sent him into a fit of giggles. I tried to replicate, but all that came out was a puff of air. Nevertheless, we were caught up in the moment, leaning on each other to keep from falling down on the floor in hysterics. Instead of falling on the floor, though, we half-assedly fell onto the bed.

Eric had several whelps all over his legs, his lower belly, the sides of his hips, and an angry appearing one just to the left of mid-line on his butt. I turned him over onto his stomach so that I could see it up close… as red as it was I was worried that his skin had been broken.

"Just hold still…" I said while putting my fingers between his cheeks. Very gently, I pulled them apart and had a good look inside his chasm… the whelp ended about half an inch away from his most private place.

Unable to stop myself, I leaned down and kissed the whelp, and then flicked my tongue against his back door. No, I didn't linger… mainly because Eric was turning over to sit up.

He turned to me with a surprised look on his face. He said, "How can you do that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, then lamely offered, "You're clean… you know… uhm… sorry."

"Would you stop that shit… stop apologizing for every damn thing…" Eric said with frustration clearly in his voice, then he caught himself and softly said, "James… you didn't hurt me or anything… I was just surprised is all… so, give a damage report, Doctor James."

"You're redder than hell…" I said then began running my hands over his legs to count all the wounds. There were 8… I didn't think she had contacted him that many times… "No vital structures were damaged, Sir." I rolled his balls from side to side just to make sure, "Nope, no vital structures were injured."

Eric turned over onto his back, and said, "I don't know what the hell's the matter with her. She goes fucking crazy… I wish she would get a damn boyfriend, or something."

"Yeah, she needs to get some, or something… maybe take a tranquilizer."

"Nah, she needs to get her twat banged by some sorry son of a bitch."

I giggled. Eric looked like he was going to say something mean… like his face started turning red, but then our eyes met again, and he calmed down. He calmed down so much that he, too, snickered, then said, "I feel sorry for the dude, actually… yuck! I'd tie my dick to my foot and stomp on it if that was the only pussy there was to be had… YUCK!!!!!!! Bad visual, Dude. Okay, are you okay… did she get ya?"

"Oh yeah, she got me a couple of times… but I'm not eternally and internally damaged for life."

Eric checked me over, had me turn onto my stomach, and that was when he saw the bruise on my lower back. I felt air brushing across my skin, his air… I waited… with each passing second… then he sat up, stood, grabbed hold of my wrist and lifted me to my feet, and said, "That's going to be sore, James. Uhm, we need to get to bed… Dad won't cut us any slack on chores… damn, it's 12:15… we'll be up at 3:30… good night, Dude."

"Sometimes I can't help myself…"

"Can't help yourself, how?" Eric said softly.

"Touching you… you know… where I probably shouldn't be…"

"Are you gay… I'm just asking… it's okay with me if you are… you're a regular Dude in every way."

Nobody had ever asked me that question before. I'd never even really thought about putting a label on myself… the Bitch Mom had said terrible things… but she hated me anyway… whatever. Eric was waiting for an answer.

I replied, softly, "I guess I've never even thought about it… I mean I like sex a lot… and I've only done things with Seth. Well, we jack off together, you know, you, me and Luke… and, I guess I like it."

"Yeah… it's okay. Don't worry about it. You don't have to decide anything… I was just wondering… you know… about you and Seth. Do you love him?"

"Yeah, I love him. And he loves me."

"So, why did you come here? Wouldn't they take you in… you know, adopt you?"

"No. Adam explained why he couldn't adopt me. The State doesn't let single men adopt little boys… not that I'm a little boy… they just think it's weird for a guy to take up with a kid like me."

Eric put his hand on my shoulder, as if he were protecting me from something. He squeezed lightly, and said, "Yeah, I guess… did he ever do anything… you know… sex stuff… to you?"

Immediately, I replied, "No way, Dude. He never ever touched me in any way that was bad… Dude, he loved me when I was down and out. He and Seth's dad made all the arrangements for me to be here, you know, to come live here."

"So what are you going to do, James? Are you going to stay here all the time, you know, like really live here?"

"Well, yeah, for sure. You're here, too, right, forever?" I giggled, happy, content, and finally I felt like I was needed and wanted… just the tone of his voice told me as much.

Smiling, Eric replied, "Okay, okay, I needed to make sure… we're brothers, right?"

"Brothers forever… hell yeah!"

I wanted so much to kiss those moist lips of his… the only problem was that I wanted to do so much more than just kiss him.

I put my hand against the warm skin on his arm, squeezed it lightly, then laid my head down, relaxed, and wished we could do more…

"Whatcha thinkin bout?" Eric asked softly while lightly pushing a lock of hair away from my eyes with his fingers.

Thinking for another minute or two, pushing aside what I really wanted to do and say, you know – the lust running through my body, settling into my lower regions, I said, "Eric, I love it here. I really feel all warm and shit inside… I think Mom and Dad… well… I think they love me in a way that I've never been loved before… and it feels so damned good. I mean, well, and I love being here… and, well, I love you guys… speaking of… I wonder where Kevin's at… oh yeah… I was jacking off just before we went to the fair… and well… he caught me… I think he saw everything… you know when I reached it…"

"Don't worry about him. He's caught me, too. He won't say anything to anybody. Heh, he does it, too… the little bugger."

"He does?" I asked clearly surprised that a little kid his age would do it.

"Oh yeah. I just get up and leave if he's sleeping with me. I don't dig that stuff with little ones." Eric said assuredly.

I nodded, agreeing totally, although still amazed at the disclosure.

"He has really bad dreams, sometimes. He's missing Mark really really bad. Hell, I do, too. We're pretty tight. He's just not been able to let go yet. He's still blaming himself for what happened… I hope he's getting the help he needs… maybe they can get inside his head. Okay, it's time to get some shut-eye. Night, Bro."

Eric turned to leave. He stopped when I said, "You can sleep here, with me, if you wanna… there's plenty of room… I don't take up much space."

"You're not a very good liar, you know." Eric said with a chuckle, yet he made no move to move away any further.

I chuckled, "Damn. You've got me figured out."

Erick snickered, "Dude, you're so transparent." Then he turned to face me, "I didn't mean anything bad… sorry… uhm, are you sure? These beds are pretty tight and cramped…"

Smiling mischievously, I said, "I think I can handle it. Come on, Bro."

With that, in an instant, my underwear were lying at my feet, then they went into orbit as I kicked them away and jumped into bed, scooted to the wall, and motioned for him to join me.

He nodded, reached for the light switch, flipped it off plunging us into total darkness. I heard him walking toward the bed, and then felt the mattress sink as he got in and laid down on his back. He raised up his legs and worked his underwear down and off. He put them under my pillow, turned onto his side toward me, then worked his hand down, grasped my maleness and began stroking it with purpose.

Two can play at that.

And we did just that.

Sleep overtook him much, much quicker than it did me. His breathing became deep and rhythmical. His face was lying right next to mine. We were sharing the same pillow, and we were lying very close together.

I needed to pee like a racehorse, yet didn't want to disturb him. The covers were all tangled up, largely wrapped up in our legs. Sometimes I think Eric could sleep hanging off a tree limb… when his eyes close he's dead to the world. Knowing that about him, I untangled and slowly made my way out of bed. For about 5 seconds I wondered where my underwear were, but gave up the notion of finding them after remembering they'd been tossed 'somewhere'.

I crept down the hall to the restroom. The lights were off and the house was quiet, and I mean totally quiet. When the door was closed, I turned on the light. On the counter top was the tube of medicine I had forgot to put into my sore place.

I sat down on the toilet, relieved a big pocket of air, strained down just to make sure nothing was in the way. Nothing was there so I put an applicator full of the medicine on, in and up my orifice, and wiped away the excess.

Finished with that little business, I washed my hands, turned off the light, tip toed to my room, opened the door, went in, got into bed after rearranging the covers.

Eric had moved up against the wall… his breathing was deep and rhythmical… and he didn't even move when I'd moved his legs to do the cover thing.

By then I was dog-ass tired. My eyelids were having a very hard time staying open. Slowly, carefully, I leaned in and very gently, like a feather, kissed his lips as he slept, "Good night, Eric, I love you."

Good night.

At some point during the night, we were awakened by a small life form inching his way between us. The small boy was quite insistent. Soon he had muscled his way to where he was lying flat on the bed. He reached up and pulled my arm around his little form, and held it tight.

I reached down, kissed the little boy's cheek, and asked, "You okay, little one?"

"Mmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. Nite. Nite." Kevin whispered softly.

And then, he too was breathing deeply and rhythmically.

I draped my arm across Kevin's sleeping self, wormed my hand beneath Eric's upper arm, squeezed lightly, and then I was off to dreamland, too, feeling safe, secure, and very happy.

I was so NOT ready to be awakened at 3:30am, but you don't put Dad off… he's been known to pull you out of bed to get you awake… he'd done it before, and he damn well enjoyed it way too much!

The first startle awake was from the bright lights illuminating the room. The second clue was hearing him take in a deep breath of air. The third clue was looking toward him and seeing a big smile written in stone on his face.

Eric groaned, grabbed the covers and pulled them up and over his face, causing said fabric to rise over and off of my body revealing my total nakedness to our Dad.

He knew that I slept in the buff most of the time.

He did appear to be a bit surprised at seeing all 3 of us in bed, with Kevin sandwiched between our naked bodies. I took hold of the cover and pulled it just so that I, too, was somewhat covered.

He said, loud enough to be heard, "Boys, it's time to get up. Up and at 'em. Don't make me have to come back, now. Rise and shine."

With that, he turned and left our room, leaving the door open.

Eric was the first to respond… kinda sorta… he dropped to the floor on his hands and knees, peered over the sleeping Kevin and into my eyes. His were bloodshot, and he was not moving very fast.

Meanwhile, I went looking for my underwear… found them hanging off the goose-necked lamp on the desk, and put them on. Meanwhile, Eric was looking all over for his. Remembering that he'd stuffed them under my pillow, I walked right to them, retrieved them and held 'em up high. He grabbed hold of the cloth, then took off for his room, naked – and very erect, too.

I leaned down, kissed Kevin's cheek, covered him up, and took off for the restroom.

Luke was already there. He'd just arrived. I closed the door. By then he was standing in front of the toilet letting loose of a torrent of pent up yellow liquid. I joined him. As was our custom, his free arm went around my waist, and mine went around his. As usual, his hand slid down across my butt cheeks and rested lightly on the left side. Mine went down on his… I'd learned that he liked his ass scratched with my fingertips, so I accommodated his 'likes'.

While we were standing there doing our thing, I said softly, "I wish you could talk. Someday you will… I just know it."

He shrugged his shoulders, squeezed and spurted out the last of his urine, and then began jacking his fully erect pole of pleasure. Thankfully, I'd closed the door because he was oblivious to everything around him, though his hand was digging into my butt-cheek as he quickly approached his moment of truth. I wrapped my arm around his waist and held on as he spasmed away his release into the toilet bowl, and grunting and groaning his pleasures into my ear.

Finished, he tore off tissue paper and wiped away the fluid still coating his still distended member. He then took hold of my hand and placed it strategically on that which was standing straight up from my smattering of pubes, hugging my belly.

I think he knows things about me… I took his lead by stroking my pole into a serious case of readiness. While, at the same time, his hand found its way back onto my butt… something he'd never done before was to worm his finger deep into my crack. He even pushed against my back door, and because of the medicine still in there, inserted fully his finger – which drove me nuts… and over the edge into la la land.

When I 'came to', he was wiping the end of my dick with a piece of tissue. He looked up and smiled. He also tried to say something, but the only thing that came from his vocal cords was a grunt… he was trying oh so hard to say something. Then he got frustrated… he grabbed his hair and started to yank.

I walked over in front of him, took his hands into mine, and said, "Don't, Luke. You're going to talk one of these days… just don't push it. When you are ready to say something then you will."

He calmed considerably, shrugged his shoulders. He reached into a bottle drawer of the vanity cabinet, retrieved a plastic package of, tore it open, fiddled with the rubber-like thing until the sheath was flowing freely. He then grabbed his dick and began stroking it with purpose… I thought, "Damn, he's horny again?"

But he wasn't. As soon as it became about halfway erect, he quickly pulled the sheath over the end of his penis, and worked it up his shaft until it was resting just beneath the small pubic patch on his belly. He then clamped the little hose and pushed it into his underwear, and out of sight.

He looked up, smiled, then tossed the paper into the trash can.

Then he did something I did not expect… he put his arms on my shoulders, leaned into my face, drew me close to his warm body. Automatically, instinctively… our lips came together. I put my arms around his waist and drew him in tight… and then our lips parted, but our hug remained firm, purposeful.

Then.. without warning… the door flew open.

Kevin ran to the toilet, dropped off his underwear, waited for someone to lift him up so that he could pee in the toilet like us big guys. Eric took one side and I took the other. Kevin, having a fun time with his wand, ended up spraying the toilet in every which direction, until I reached down and pointed his boy sized erection toward the 'inside' of the toilet.

Meanwhile, Luke quickly took off down the hall toward his room, then disappeared inside.

Kevin, finished with his morning ritual, demanded to be let down. He was let down, and then tore out for downstairs.

Eric, meanwhile, sat down, looked into my eyes like he was asking permission… I didn't know what to do, so I just nodded and began brushing my teeth while Eric dumped a load.

I said, to break the silence, "Luke's going to talk one of these days… I just know it… he's so close… he's got so much to say…"

"Yeah. What were you guys doing?"

"He showed how he puts on his sheath like thing. When he was finished… we hugged. That's okay, right?" I asked seriously.

"Well, don't mess with his head. He's got enough going on up there…" Eric said seriously as he reached around to clean things up.

"I'm not fucking with him… geeze… we hugged!" I said angrily. I turned toward the door, put my hand on the handle, started to open it but stopped after realizing Eric was still sitting on the toilet in a very compromising way.

I turned back to Eric, and said, "Dude, I'm really learning to like to give and receive hugs… you and I hug, too, right?"

"I'm just looking out for him. Excuse me." Eric said dismissively, reaching for the soap dish, and basically pushing me aside.

I pushed him aside, reached down into the cabinet to retrieve the bathroom cleaner so that I could clean up the remnants of Kevin's misdirected attempts to use the bathroom like a big kid.

"You've got an attitude, James. You need to work on it."

"Attitude my ass. What the fuck, Dude…fine… I'm so outta here. Clean the mess up yourself."

With that, I took off pushing my way past Eric, opened the door, then took off to my room, closed the door, sat down on my bed… and wondered what the fuck happened.

No more than 5 minutes later, a light knock on the door interrupted my thoughts.

Though the knock wasn't Eric's traditional rap-rap-rap-rap rap rap, I thought it be his. So, before answering, I took in a deep breath and scratched my nuts to calm the nerves – then opened the door.


"Hey, Mom."

"Is everything okay, James? Breakfast is getting cold, Honey."

"Uh, yes, ma'am. Sorry, I'll get dressed and be down in a second. It was a short night."

"Yes, it was, indeed, a very short night. Hurry along, now. Breakfast's getting cold."

I sensed that she knew something was 'up' but didn't let on about it.

At the breakfast table, Eric's and my eyes locked for a brief moment. I sat down in my usual seat, between Kevin and Stacy. I was really really nervous, not knowing what kind of mood the older sister would be in after the incident with the towels.

When Dad held his hands up for silence, he looked to me, and said, "James, would you say Grace before we start eating. We always have to be grateful for our family, the meal sitting in front of us getting cold, and your Mom and Sister who prepared it."

Briefly, all eyes turned toward me… Mom nodded, then all eyes went down to the table or into their laps.

I'd never said Grace before… it was just something I hadn't done before. Oh, we said the words thanking their Creator for everything, but it was always someone else who said them.

I guess I took too long… Kevin said, reverently, "God is great. God is good. Thank you for our tummies. Amen."

His words, the last ones, elicited giggles from around the table… even Mom bowed her head with a smile on her face… Dad looked at Kevin, smiled warmly, and said, "That's great, little one. We'll get James to say our before-dinner prayer tonight. Okay, guys and gals, let's eat up. We've got lots of chores to do."

I leaned down, kissed the top of Kevin's head… and then the plates, bowls, syrup bottles, silverware, toast, jelly, salt and pepper shakers, and everything else went around the table like an assembly line… not much was said; a few pleases and thank you's and hurry up's were exchanged here and there… Everybody was ravenously hungry; the normal chit chat was almost non-existent.

One thing that I noticed was that Stacy was absolutely silent. And, I mean totally silent. And, she kind of acted like she didn't even want to be around the table with the family. She must have gotten her ass busted for the shit she pulled on Eric and me.

She finished quickly, not eating much. "May I be excused. Thank you." She said sullenly. And that was that. She gathered up her dishes and disappeared into the kitchen without saying another word.

I couldn't read the look on Mom's face when she looked at Dad… they said something that only they understood. While Dad took another stack of pancakes, Mom got up and walked into the kitchen.

There was an exchange of words, though not understandable.

What happened next could only belong in a horror film. A frying pan hit the cast iron stove, and then Stacy came tearing out of the kitchen, ran up the stairs, and then her door slammed shut.

The table became deathly quiet. Each of us was looking around the table to see what was going to happen next. Kevin took hold of my hand… the boy was quivering. He quickly scooted onto my lap, knocking his plate to the floor in the process which made him start crying into my chest.

I put my arms around his very frightened little body, held him tight, and kissed the top of his head, whispering it was going to be okay. I must say that I was scared, too. Actually, I was scared shitless.

Eyes bugging out with rage…

Those memories simply caused me to hold Kevin tighter, and more protectively.

Dad's face reddened. His eyes, staring straight ahead, gave me plenty of indication that he was highly 'annoyed'.

Kevin saw his dad, too. And then Mom walked out of the kitchen. She was angry.

The small boy being held in my arms wiggled around so that he could bury his face in my chest… and then I felt it … warmth … wet … warm wet … growing … I pinched my bladder shut … but it wasn't me … I don't pee my pants … never have… except maybe when I was a baby, but I don't remember being a baby.

All eyes were on Mom and Dad… I got up with Kevin in my arms, holding his little shaking body protectively, firmly, and then headed up the stairs, turned right toward the bathroom, entered, closed the door, locked it tight, sat on the toilet where we let the moment pass.

"Don't be mad, Jimmy." Kevin eeked, scared out of his wits that I'd be angry at him for losing control of his bladder.

I kissed the top of his head, squeezed him firm, then said, "I'm not mad at you, Kevin… I'm not mad at anybody. Kevin?"

The boy parted just enough so that we could see into our eyes. I said, "Nobody is mad at us. Dad doesn't get angry… but, boy oh boy, is he ever annoyed… we're okay, little brother. And, I'm not angry. These things happen… come on, let's get cleaned up, we can take a bath together, just you and me."

He likes to take baths with me. And, well, I like to take baths with him, too. Mainly, it was really our only time we could spend alone, other than sleeping together at night, but we were always asleep so it wasn't really good quality time.

Kevin got down off my lap and began stripping off his wet clothes, only needing help to get his pants off his ankles. Once he was stark naked, I reached across him and turned on the water spigots, placed the drain plug, and undressed.

Feeling need, I sat down on the toilet, and just started to release torpedoes when a knock on the door interrupted the flow. Kevin looked at me, wondering what he should do… I said, "Go ahead… remember, they aren't angry with you or me…" I said loud enough to be heard over the running water, "Yeah!"

Dad said, through the door, "Open the door, please. I need to talk to you two."

Kevin looked at me, taking what I'd said to him to heart. Feeling assured that I wasn't lying to him, he walked to the door, unlocked and opened it, and then he jumped into Dad's strong as an ox arms. Dad put his arms around his youngest son, and held him firmly.

Meanwhile, I relaxed and finished up, tore off tissue paper and took care of that little business…

When I stood and flushed, Dad said, "James, Kevin and your breakfasts are sitting on top of the stove to keep warm… I want you boys to finish eating. James, you have chores to do. . I'll be outside after while. Meanwhile,I do not want you operating any machinery. And, no horses."

"Yes, sir. I'm going to bathe Kevin, then I'll be out doing chores, okay, Sir?"

"That's fine. Thank you. I'll talk to you later. Move along, now."

He kissed Kevin's cheek, put him down, and took off. Kevin closed the door, walked to the tub, tested the water, smiled bravely, and got in. Once he was situated, I got in, soaped up a washcloth and got busy tenderly and gently washing the little boy in my arms. His shaking and quivering was quickly replaced by his jabbering about this and that, but not about what had happened at breakfast. I didn't push it, mainly because I wasn't really ready to deal with it either.

When I had him all washed up spic and span, he leaned back into me, grabbed hold of his penis and began rapidly masturbating. I didn't even know he did that. I didn't know what to do next.

The more he wiggled around, the harder my member got, but I dared not grab it to take care of matters… my fears and uncertainty dissipated when, a moment or two later, his body tensed in his moment. During his moment he giggled incessantly thinking it was the best thing that had happened since sliced bread … okay, I related.

The little kid recovered quickly. With a grin on his face, he looked up and into my eyes… I saw in them a request for my approval of what he'd just done.

Deferring and deflecting his question, I stated, factually, "Okay, you're all clean and everything. Grab a towel. I need to wash up, too."

"O-tay." Kevin said, bounding up and out of the tub.

He quickly half-ass dried off, and took out like greased lightening, leaving the door wide open. I giggled at his exuberance, stood, got out of the tub, walked, dripping water all over the place, closed the door, returned, washed my body, stopped at my still distended member and took care of matters 'there'.

I'd forgotten to get clean clothes to wear. Finished drying, I wrapped a towel around my midsection and took off for my room where I got dressed and ready for the day.

Before heading downstairs, I checked on Kevin. He was happily playing with some Lego toys on the floor. I got him dressed, took him downstairs, pulled our plates off the stove, sat him down, and we finished up breakfast.

Kevin reached up his arms with his lips puckered. We kissed. He took off back upstairs, and I headed outside to begin chores. The clock read 4:30am. I put on my boots and headed out.

It was pitch black dark outside, though, way off in the distance, faint traces of light could be seen coming from the barn and chicken coop.

The morning was already hot, the humidity was as thick as molasses. Already a bead of sweat ran down my back… the sun wasn't anywhere even close to making its way over the horizon.

Regardless, chores needed to be done so I took off for the chicken coop knowing Eric would be working alone. As I walked toward the light in the coop, I looked back and up at the house. Stacy's room light was on, as were those in the dining and living rooms… other than that it was dark, dark, dark. I'd gotten pretty good at making my way around the buildings in the darkness, so I took out for the chicken coop to help Eric with his chores. He'd help me clean the barn, which was my primary chore. At or after sunrise, either Dad or Thomas would have me in the machine shed, teaching the various and sundry tools and how to use them properly and safely.

Nothing in the entire world, and I mean NOTHING could have prepared me for what happened next. I found myself picked up off my feet and slung over a shoulder… I about shit my pants, and I mean very literally, but then Thomas's deep sinister laughter and my screams brought me back into reality. He dropped me to the ground when we arrived at the coop, then he pulled me into his strong chest and said softly, "It's going to be okay, James. She's likely going through her period. She's good people, but she goes over the edge during these times of the month. The best thing to do is to just stay out of her way… she's more bark than bite. Thank the Good Lord for that!"

"She's like this every month?"

"Yeah, pretty much. Her hormones go through the roof or something like that. Sandy's explained it to me. Let me tell you about it so that you understand better."

Voices, angry voices, cursing voices, told us that Eric was doing okay; business was as usual… so we took off for the barn. He led me to an upside down horse watering trough where we sat down and he told me all about the female's anatomy and how it prepares for impregnation each and every month. He also said the livestock acted almost the same way, and he warned me from within an inch of my life to stay out of the barnyard when the females were 'in heat'. You do not ever stand between a male and a female when they are eying each other in preparation for mating.

I asked a few relative questions. Throughout the conversation, I became more and more convinced that I did not want to be within a foot of a nasty ole pussy that bled every month and smelled like a fish the rest of the time.

For a while I thought about how Seth and I had gotten pretty personal and stuff… you know, eating our assholes out in preparation for entry… nope, that hadn't and didn't disgust me at all.

Thomas didn't try to convince me of anything, and I certainly didn't volunteer my preferences. He did tell me that the relationship Seth and I had was nothing to be ashamed of. He asked me a few questions about what it was like to plug and be plugged in 'that' way… I felt safe with being wide open with him so I told him, from what he'd said about pussies, that I probably felt the same way about having a dick in my ass. He snickered when I told him that I like to fuck, too.

When our 'birds and bees' conversation came to a close, at least for then, Kevin's behavior came to mind – I didn't understand some things. I felt comfortable with my oldest brother, so I asked, "Thomas, why didn't Kevin go to Dad or Mom, or you? You know, when the shit hit the fan this morning at breakfast?"

Thomas thought for a moment.

I wondered if I asked a question that was out of bounds, or one that he had no answer.

"Let me tell you something about him… you haven't seen him act like that since you've been here. Uhm, Kevin is extremely sensitive to any anger… he hasn't figured out that he isn't the cause… it's a long story. Basically, when anger is going on, and it doesn't happen very often in front of him, he usually hides in a closet, under the table, or in the corner by the hutch. Instead, this morning, he went to you. I saw fear in your eyes… and well, I know that Kevin was afraid, too… so he went to you… and you went to him. This is very good. It's the first time he's reached out for help in dealing with his fear – and he didn't even know this is what he was doing… he did it because it is normal and natural to find somewhere or someone with whom to be, to feel safe with."

"I guess… you know that he peed his pants don't you? He was so scared."

"Yes. You know what the best part of that whole thing was?"

"Nuh uh." I replied.

"You didn't make fun of him. You didn't get on his case and make him feel like dogshit. You just took care of matters and you were there for him. That's all that matters."

"Yeah, well, I don't deal well with anger and shit… my fuckin parents were always angry about shit… especially me… It wasn't like I asked to be born… If I'd have known and could have done something to prevent being born…"

"No, wait, James… take this to the bank with you – everything happens for a reason. If you wouldn't have been borned… then we wouldn't be sitting here talking right now."

"Yeah, true. Okay. You're right."

"Damn straight, I'm right."

"Heh heh heh… you're so full of yourself…"

"Yeah, Sandy feels the same way…"

"It's true." I giggled, then continued, "I like her. She's really kewl."

"Yeah, uhm hmm. We're going to be together for a very long time. I just know it. I love her, James. As soon as we graduate I'm going to ask her to marry me."

"Kewl… so… why doesn't Stacy like her? I don't understand."

"I haven't figured it out either. All I can figure out is that she's probably jealous."

"But why? It just doesn't make any sense."

Thomas took in a deep breath and said, "I've heard it said that the earth will end when a woman is completely understood. But, if you know what's good for you, and I'm telling you this now – don't ever say that to a female cuz you'll end up in a world of shit. I know firsthand!"

I chuckled.

He patted my back, then said, quietly, "James, I really shouldn't be telling you this, but you need to know so that you better understand. This isn't general knowledge, so please don't share it around, okay? It's about Kevin."

Immediately, my defenses arose. Kevin was my buddy… if anything was told to me in confidence about him… then it would stay with me. Also, I thought back to the conversation Eric and I had had the day before at the creek, when we were alone talking, "I won't say nuthin. Thomas, if we talk about stuff… I don't talk to nobody else about it… that's just the way I am."

"That's a good quality, James. The only time you should break that silence is when someone is in danger, or they are hurting bad and you can't help them out of it, or if you get scared, or if they get scared, or if someone is going to get hurt…"

"Of course, that's different… I mean when we talk about serious stuff… you know…"

"That's right. Okay, here's the deal…"

To be continued.

(Edited & Reposted October 6, 2012)

Editor's Notes:

It is so nice to get another chapter of this wonderful story. James is a very special person. I mean that in a good way. I am so glad he is bonding with Kevin, and that Kevin is trusting him, too. In fact, there has been something special going on between the two of them ever since James showed up.

Stacy is a real piece of work. I would say that a little bit of self control would go a long way toward making life better for her and for everyone else.

I know that James is fitting in very well, but I do have a few concerns. I wonder what the relationship is between James and Seth. I also wonder what will happen between them, once Seth finds out that James is doing certain things with his brothers.

I guess we will have to wait to find out what Thomas is going to tell James about Kevin.

I am ready for more.

Darryl AKA The Radio Rancher

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