Together Again

When the knock came at the door, I ran to it and opened in, with Momma far behind me (she'd come from the kitchen, me from in front of the TV). I looked up at the tall figure in the doorway, a large box under each arm. "Are you my Daddy?" I asked the man standing there.

"Henry!" Mom chided me as the man laughed. "That's your brother Carl."

"Carl kept on laughing as I said, "Oh. Hi, Carl!"

"Hey there, twerp!" Carl said to me. "You must be the little brother I never knew about."

"Yep, I'm Henry!" I agreed. "Where's my Daddy?"

I'd never seen my daddy, but today would be the day. Before I was born, my Daddy and Mommy got a divorce. My big brother Carl went with him (Carl was ten years old then and, the judge giving him a choice, had chosen to move with his father), but he and Carl hadn't known I was going to be born about six months later. Mom had known but kept me a secret, since she and Daddy were getting divorced. Then, about three months ago, Daddy had moved back into town with Carl and she and Mom had been getting to know each other again. Mom hadn't brought him to see me and may not have mentioned him until he and she had patched everything up again. But they had and now my Daddy was moving back home again! My family was getting back together!

"Carl, you'll be sharing Henry's room." Mom told Carl. "Your room is the one on the right down the hall."

"‘Kay." Carl said. He and Mom were sort of cool to each other, I guess if you don't see someone for over six years, it can make a person not that interested. Of course, she and Carl had been talking for three months now, they knew each other, it was me who was meeting a 16-year-old brother and father for the first time ever.

I would have gone with Carl to my room to help him settle in (we'd moved my stuff to one side of the room and left the other side for Carl's bed and such that would be coming in with him, that side was now bare), but I heard steps coming. That would be my Daddy!

The next man walking into the now-open door was huge! He filled that door to the very top and his arms and chest was so big, he nearly didn't fit that way either. From his broad chest, he tapered down fast to a slender waist and hips, above that mountain of man was a strong man with a thick shock of blond hair (Carl was blond, too; I had black hair like my mother), thick eyebrows, blue eyes (I had my Daddy's eyes, I realized proudly, Mom's was brown) and a face that was handsome in a rough-and-tough, hardworking man sort of way. "Daddy!" I declared proudly, though I'd never even seen a picture of him before. It had to be him, it had to be!

"Right the second time, twerp!" Carl said from behind me.

"Carl, get your ass back downstairs, we got to get your bed and dresser up these damned stairs and I'm not doing it alone!" my Daddy said to my big brother (wow! I was using words I'd never had to say before except about other kids. I now had a brother of my own! I had a Daddy!

"Daddy!" I said again.

Daddy looked down and seemed to see me for the first time. "You're Amos." he said.

"Henry!" I corrected him.

"Henry. Right. Hiya, kid." He reached down and rumpled my hair, which made me beam like a hundred kisses from my mom. He kissed my Mom, a quick kiss, and then turned around and walked back out the door. I stepped into the apartment hallway and watched after him. Such a big, strong man, my Daddy was. My Daddy! I sighed again in happiness.

"And that's your Daddy." Mom said to me, kneeling behind me, putting an arm around me. "What do you think of him, honey?"

"He's great!"

"I hope you think so. Oh, we have to be on our best behavior these next days. You be good to him and you be good to your big brother, or they may leave us again. Please, honey, promise me you'll be good!"

"I'll be good, Mommy. I promise." I swore solemnly.

I tried to be, honest, but a problem developed in a hurry. First thing my brother and father brought up the stairs was a huge bed. King-sized, Carl said when Mom saw it.

"But it won't fit into Henry's room." Mom protested. "Carl, I thought your bed would be a twin bed, like Henry's."

Dad had an answer. "So we take Henry's bed out." he said.

"But where will Henry sleep?" Mom asked.

"He's a kid, he can sleep on the living room couch." Dad answered. "Give the bedroom to Carl."

"No!" I objected before anyone could say anything. I even surprised myself. "It's my room!"

"My room now." Carl said.

"No, it's my room, too!"

"What are we going to do, Robert?" Mom said to my Daddy. "Get a bigger apartment?"

"Hell, no, we can't afford it!" Daddy said.

"We can share the bed." I offered, remembering my promise to be nice.

"Huh?" Carl said.

"Sure, that's what we can do." Mom agreed enthusiastically. "One big bed will fit if we take Henry's bed out."

"But I don't want to share a bed with a kid!" Carl objected.

"We could get you a smaller bed." Mom mused. "But that takes money, too."

"You'll share the bed." Daddy put in, settling things. "He's not that big, you'll have room."

"Okay." Carl said. "But if he snores, I'm kicking him out."

"You snore." Mom said. "Always have."

"He sure does." Daddy agreed. "Takes after his old man."

And that settled it. We got along okay through dinner, though Daddy and Carl took about four-fifths of the meatloaf Mom had made. One of her meatloafs would normally last me and Mom about four meals, but the four of us polished off the entire thing in one meal. Mom just said she'd have to shop three times a week at this rate and beamed at "her big boys eating good." Me, I could have used another slice of meat loaf, but I kept quiet, and ate some extra green beans.

I was sent to bed at my normal hour and my bedroom felt kind of weird. A new bed, new stuff around, the bed didn't even face the same way it used to. A new family was a big thing to get used to. But I fell asleep, only to be awakened when Carl came in to the bedroom.

"Scoot over, twerp." he said as he walked in. "I got to have room."

I obediently slipped over and watched as he took off his shirt and shoes, then stripped his t-shirt off over his head. Wow, Carl had quite a few muscles! "You're as big as Daddy." I said.

He grinned at me. "Ought to be, I've been working out since I was ten." I knew that, some of the new stuff in my room was weights.

"I want to work out, too." I said.

Carl shook his head. "My stuff is too big. But I got some dumbbells you can use, to start you off."

"Cool!" Carl kept stripping and I saw he was wearing some briefs under his pants. I figured he'd stop at that but he pulled those off, too and started toward the bed, and I saw his big wiener swinging back and forth as he walked over.

"You're gonna sleep naked?" I asked.

"Always do." Carl said.

"Okay. Me, too!" I giggled and reached down. I was wearing pajama bottoms and briefs, but I wriggled out of them as Carl crawled into the bed. "Mmm, feels nice and cool!" I said.

"Yeah. But it's gonna heat up in a moment." Carl said.

"How?" I asked.

"Because Dad and Mom just went to bed about five minutes ago." Carl said. "Keep quiet and listen."

I did and got an earful. Mom and Dad were talking too low to understand, but Mom giggled a lot and then she let out a groan and then there was all kinds of shaking. "Are they jumping on the bed?" I asked.

"Something like that." Carl agreed and I looked at him.

"Hey!" I said. "What are you doing?" Carl had his hand on his wee-wee and he had it all big and stiff and his hand was sliding up and down on it, making the skin on it slide up and down.

"Beating off." Carl said. "I knew they'd be going at it. That was the deal Dad worked to move back in, he gets to bang Mom every night. She cuts him off, he's out of here again."

"Oh." I said. "But what's banging?"

Carl looked over at me. "You want to find out?"

"Sure."

"Then get over here and suck on this." Carl gestured at his peter. "You and I can bang while Mom and Dad do it. Come on, get to it, I'm horny as hell."

"Suck on it?" I asked.

"Put your mouth over it and treat it like it was made of candy. Like a sucker. You can do that, can't you?"

I was hesitant and just put my lips to it, touched my tongue to it gingerly. Carl gave a grunt of frustration, grabbed my head and pushed me down onto it. His cock went into my mouth and all the way inside, I felt the head of it pressing at the back of my mouth and I choked, gagged, sputtered.

Carl heard, let me go, but said when I lifted off, gasping, "Come on, get it wet and start sucking up and down, like I was doing my hand. Come on, hurry, twerp!"

The sounds of pleasure next door were even louder. Mom was almost screaming with her pleasure and I heard Daddy groaning, too. The sound of that masculine, male voice did something to me, I stopped complaining and started working on Carl's dick like he'd told me to, getting it wet with my spit and then working my lips up and down while my tongue slapped up against it and licked at it.

I must have done something right because soon Carl was moaning like Daddy next door. I moved up and down on his dick smooth as I could, and while I got better at it, my neck got tired. I slowed down and Carl grunted, said, "You getting tired, twerp?"

"Mm, hmm." I agreed as best I could with a mouthful of cock.

"Okay, hold on." Carl got hold of me and held me in place while he rolled us both over. I ended up on my back with Carl sitting on top of me, and his cock still imbedded in my mouth. "Now I'll show you how it's done, just hold on while I finish off."

I did and Carl held my head in both hands and moved me back and forth. He was faster and rougher than I'd been, but it's easy to hold on when you're not doing anything else, I choked a time or two but Carl didn't let up, just moaned and pumped at me and when I didn't think I could take it any longer, he let out a long, low moan, "UH-HUHHHHHHHHHH!" His cock which had been leaking a salty stuff for some time, suddenly pumped a huge amount of that sticky, gooey stuff into my mouth. Held like this, I had no choice, it was swallow or choke, so I gulped as best I could while Carl shot more and more of that, it felt like I was taking an entire ice cream cone into my mouth at one time, only ice cream is cold and this was warm, almost hot. I swallowed most of it, and only a little dribbled down my chin and then it was over, and Carl let go of me and I could and did cough and cough for a while.

"Hey, twerp, are you all right?" He asked me.

"Yeah." I coughed again. "What did you do?"

"I squirted my jizz."

"What's jizz?" I asked.

"God, you are dumb!" He chided me. "Jizz, or sperm, or spunk, or come, is what a man shoots out of his prick when he finishes having sex." He cocked an ear. "In fact, listen."

I did and heard my Daddy and Mommy making sounds of joy next door, Mom going "oh, oh, oh!" and Daddy going "ah, ah, ah!"

"They're done now." Carl said in satisfaction. "You and me are going to have to listen to that every night. I figure you can suck me while we listen. Get some use out of having you in my bed. Now, get over to your own side and get some sleep." Carl just pushed me to the side nearest the wall and lay down on his side facing away from me.

I thought about this as best I could, lying next to him while he rolled onto his back, and snored like Mom and Dad said he would. But it wasn't that loud and I was tired, I soon went to sleep without figuring anything out. Maybe I'd better talk to Mom.

But Mom was gone the next day, she'd taken Daddy to work so she could use his pickup while he was working. I was left with Carl, who made breakfast for me then took his shower while I ate it, and came out naked and had me sit under the table and suck him while he ate his own breakfast. I did better than I had the night before and Carl squirted his load while I was still sucking him myself and I didn't even choke on it. "Good boy!" he patted my head like I was a dog. "You're learning real good. Just like I did when I was your age." At that, he left to get dressed and I had to go catch the bus. More to talk to Mom about.

Only when I got home, Mom wasn't there. Just Carl and I got to suck his cock again while we were sitting watching television. "Maybe we can do this every day!" he chortled as I was wiping his spunk from my lips. "Plenty of good protein, build you some muscle like mine." He said.

"Did you suck Daddy's cock when you were my age?" I asked.

"Yep." Carl said without embarrassment. "I learned to suck his dick same as you. Mom and Dad were fighting then. He'd come to my bed and give me what she wouldn't. Dad's an every-day fucker, and Mom only wants it once or twice a week, if that. So they fought, and Daddy started coming to my bed every night. That's how I got that big bed we're using now, so Daddy could use it. When he left, the judge asked me who I wanted to go with, and by that time, Daddy and I were closer than anything. So I said I'd pick Daddy. He was fucking me by then, had been for some time, and I loved being fucked by Daddy."

I had to have "fucked" explained to me and I didn't like the answer much. When he was done, I asked, "So why aren't you still in bed with him instead of me?"

Carl looked at me. "Thing is, I got too old for him. About the time I turned fifteen, he didn't want me no more. ‘Only like them little,' he told me. ‘You're too big for me now.' I suggested that he talk to Mom about it and he did. Well, she told him about you and he was ready to move back in with her all over again."

Carl looked at me. "So now we're all together again. But if I were you, I'd expect a visitor in bed tonight. Unless Mom keeps putting out for him every night like she said she would. I don't think she will. Do you?"

"I don't know." I admitted.

Mom and Dad got home a bit later and I spent some time getting to know my Daddy. He was happy and full of jokes and I was laughing while he sat, his big arm around me. I went to bed and fell asleep again.

Carl came in a bit later. "Better wake up, twerp." he told me. "Wake up and listen."

Mom and Dad were next door and Carl wasn't kidding. They were fighting, Daddy saying that she'd promised and Mom complaining she was tired and can't they skip it for just tonight and Daddy getting mad and Mom getting mad. It was nasty and ended with Daddy stomping out of his bedroom.

"And here he comes." Carl said as he sat in a chair he'd brought from their old place. It belonged in a living room, but we didn't need it there, so he put it in our room. His cock was hard again, but he didn't try to hide it, he just held it upright in his hand, hard, like he was waiting.

Daddy opened my door and put on the light. Like Carl, he was stark naked. Only where Carl was smooth-chested, Daddy had a fair amount of chest hair, and a good start on a beard already. He'd been smooth-shaven the day before. His chest was a set of majestic mountains of muscle, his arms were a pair of powerful weapons with hands like claws, his eyes blazed with blue fire. He looked mad and I cowered on the bed.

"Hello, Son." Daddy said to me. "Carl." to my brother.

"Hey, Dad." Carl replied.

"Uh...." Daddy started to say.

"Don't worry, Dad." Carl cut him off. "He knows. I've already taught him to suck cock as good as I can."

"You have?" Daddy brightened.

"Yeah. I haven't fucked him though. I knew you'd want to be the one who did that."

"Good boy." Dad said to Carl and then to me. "Henry?" Not a question, exactly. More like the start of an order.

"Yes, Daddy?"

"Get those covers down."

I pushed them off my naked body and shivered as he approached me. He held up his dong at me and said, "You'd better start by greasing me up but good, boy."

I did as he said, licking and drooling my spit over his cock.

"Good boy, good boy." Daddy said as I worked on his dick. It was bigger than Carl's, and I shuddered as I thought about that big thing going up my ass. But Carl had told me that the slipperier Daddy's cock was, the easier it would be, so I put on all the saliva I could muster.

"That ought to do it." Daddy said and his broad hands picked me up like a toy and pushed me down on to the bed, face first. "Lift up that sweet little ass of yours, boy." he ordered. "Daddy's got to get it in you right. Especially the first time."

I quivered as I obeyed, pushing my ass up high as I could, and his hands caught me and hauled me up higher and I felt that prod poking at my asshole and I gasped.

"Daddy, don't, please!" I said to him.

"It'll only hurt a little while." Daddy said. "Right, Carl?"

"Yeah, Dad." Carl agreed. "Push it in him, Daddy, I want to watch you fuck him while I beat off."

"A horndog like your old Daddy, eh?" Daddy chuckled above me, like the voice of a demon overhead, invisible and omnipotent.

"You bet." Carl said. "He's sucked me three times since we got here and I'm ready for more."

"You can take him when I'm done." Daddy said and as I digested that, Daddy shoved his cock into my ass.

"Ow, ow-ow-owww!" I yelped when he drove it in. "Oh, it hurts, Daddy, it hurts!"

Daddy didn't pause, just kept pushing it in. Once in, he didn't wait, just said, "That's got it in, now get ready to be fucked, boy, and fucked hard."

He was true to his word and I was getting slammed by him and bearing it the best I could when the door opened again and there was Momma.

"Momma? Momma!" I exclaimed in relief. She'd stop this!

But Mom surprised me. "There you are, Robert! Oh, thank God! I thought you were going to leave me!"

"Hell, no!" Daddy grunted as he continued to pump my ass. "I got Henry here to fuck when you're not willing."

"I thought you might be fucking Carl."

"I got too old for him." Carl informed her. "But Daddy's willing to stay and fuck Henry every night instead of you."

"Wonderful!" Mom said. "We can do that."

"Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, uh!" Daddy was a beast atop me, he leaned over and held on while he humped my ass. I was getting used to it by then, I still hurt but it wasn't as awful as it had been. I realized that it was actually beginning to feel kind of good inside. Like the filling of a burrito, it was pain on the outside, but inside, there was a fire building up, more and more.

"Oh, oh, uh, uh, uh!" I grunted as Daddy continued to slam in to me.

"He's getting into it, Dad." Carl panted. He was pumping away at his cock as he watched us, and I wondered if he'd come without fucking me after Daddy. "Fuck him harder, Dad, make the twerp come. Be his first time, Dad, like you were with me. Fuck him hard, Dad, harder!

"Yes, Robert, fuck Henry good." Mom put in. "He's a good boy, he'll do what you tell him. We can save our family. This will work."

"Yeah, UH, UH, HUH, UH, UH!" Daddy groaned and there was a tension to his words.

"Oh, oh, oh!" I suddenly felt a weird, but wonderful, sensation running through my body.

"UH, ANH, ANH, ANH-HUH, UH, GUHHH-HUHHHH, HNK!" Daddy's cock began to flood my ass with his spunk, hot and hard, he hammered his cock at me and his weight pressed down on top of me, squashing me under him, my head pinned by his huge chest, and the bed was wet underneath me, Daddy spent and gasping for breath atop me.

"Way to go, Dad!" Carl cheered as he walked over.

"You were wonderful, dear!" Mom said to Dad. "And you, honey, you're such a good boy."

Mom looked at the three of us, Daddy panting on top of me, and Carl nearby with a hard cock in his hand. "It's so nice to have the four of us together again."

"Yeah." Daddy panted as he got off of me. I rose partially, but by then, Carl had his cock at my ass and he was shoving it in. With Daddy's come loading my ass full, I didn't feel any pain at all from Carl's dick.

Carl felt it, too. "Ooh, Daddy! This butt is so full of your jizz, Daddy, it's easy to fuck him now."

"Yeah, he's a good fuck, all right." Daddy agreed.

"Until he gets too old for you, too." Carl pointed out.

"We can fix that." Daddy said to Mom. "Let's you and me start us another child. By the time Henry's too old, we can have a new boy to take Henry's place."

"Wonderful!" Mom said. "Let's go count up my days, so we'll know when to start."

"And I can fuck Henry every night while you're knocked up." Daddy agreed and Mom laughed. They left as my big brother fucked my butt. Next door Mom and Dad were laughing and happy. So was Carl.

All because of me and I smiled while I was fucked on and on by my older brother, his cock squelching in my butt due to my Daddy's spunk in there. You know, a kid can put up with a lot to have his family all together again.

THE END
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