A FUCKING LIFE

BY SHAKEY PSYCHE

[ part 16 ]

Moving on...

The next morning was busy. We had to clean up the blood, which was impossible, but we did make it a little better. We put a couple of throw rugs over the stains. Terry and Thomas cleaned the house while I bred Trigger with Glen again.

My step-father looked a little better after getting some sleep, but still not up to normal specs. Trigger took his time, this go around. He was still trying to fit all of his horse’s cock up Glen’s butt. It still wasn’t totally fitting, but at least now he was able to fit about three quarters of it inside him. I kind of felt sorry for Trigger.

Anyway, the whole day, we took care of the house and Charlie as best as we could. I fixed the lunches and dinners for us, and neither twin complained. We were rid of Glen, and that was what mattered most to the three of us.

“How did Dad die, Scott?” Thomas asked at dinner that night.

“He shot himself, Thomas. You know that.”

“Yeah, but how, why?”

“Because he realized he made a mistake he couldn’t correct,” I said, trying to keep him off the trail, but not lie to him.

“What mistake?”

“You don’t wanna know, Thomas,” I told him.

“Yeah, I do. I want to know why he left us to this place.”

“Alright, fine. He was hiring a hooker and got caught at it.”

“How do you know that?”

“I was the hooker, Thomas.”

“WHAT?!”

“I told you that you didn’t want to know. Look, all that’s behind me now, Thomas. You can get past it or let it eat your lunch. I’ve gotten past it. I know I made some mistakes, but damn, Thomas, we have got to stick together if we’re going to make it now. I’ve killed a cop. Things are going to get worse if we stay around here, and if we leave, I have to know that this isn’t going to be an issue with you. What’s it going to be?”

“I’m with you, Scott. I’m with you. I just didn’t know. That’s all. You gonna do that to make money if we leave?”

“No. I told you; it’s behind me now. It’s in the past. Now, let’s clean up and get to bed. We still have tomorrow to survive before we leave.”

I retired to my bed and they went to their room. Charlie was asleep in no time, and I actually had some time to think while in bed. While I was thinking, Terry walked in the room, naked.

“What is it, Terry?” He didn’t answer. He just climbed into my bed and curled up next to me, facing out. As I lay there, still thinking, he reached back and grabbed my cock. Slowly, he began stroking me to firmness. Once I was fully erect, he pulled me over to him by my hard-on.

I got the picture. He opened his legs and put the upper one back on mine. He took my cock and aimed it at his backside cherry bud. I didn’t have to do a thing. He pushed his body back as the tip of it touched him. With an ease that shouldn’t be there, I slipped inside my nine year old brother again. This time, there were no tears. He accepted my dick without complaint.

His ass was a welcomed feeling as I slid into him. Being couscous of his nipples, I wrapped my arms around his chest and held him close to my body as his body felt very comfortable to me. As I humped his rear, I could feel that familiar building of intensity deep within the pit of my stomach. He arched his back and moved with me, allowing me to glide easier inside him.

As I finally reached the explosive level of feelings, he shuddered with me and I could feel a good amount of sperm swim into his innards. He moved his hands behind the back of my neck as we calmed down and settled into each other’s embrace. I was glad to have him here in my bed. Not just for his boyhole, but just for the closeness I missed since I left Randy and the others.

“Um, what’re you guys doing?” Thomas was waking us up. Terry was still hugging my cock with his asshole and my arms were still wrapped around him in a tender embrace. The only difference was that his leg had fallen off mine during the night. I stirred and looked at him. I then noticed the situation. I looked down at Terry still asleep spooned inside me. I put my finger to my lips to tell Thomas to keep it quiet. He nodded that he understood.

I moved to pull out of him, but being inside his asshole for so long, I was sort of glued there. As I pulled, Terry stirred.

“Don’t, Scott. Leave it in. I like it in there,” he said, dreamily.

I mouthed to Thomas to hand me my bag, and then leave the room. He did as I directed. As I pulled out of his asshole, I replaced my cock with the smaller buttplug. That seemed to satisfy my brother enough to continue sleeping. I walked out to the kitchen after checking on my sister. She was still sound asleep.

“What’s going on between you two, Scott?” Thomas asked as I walked in.

“Terry needs to be close to someone after all that has happened. And to be honest, so do I. I miss having Randy around.”

“Randy was a hooker too?”

“Randy, Rudy, Roger, me, Mickey, Red, Jake. We were all ‘house boys’ as we were called sometimes.” I noticed the look on his face. It was a cross between confusion and revulsion. I laughed at his look. “Thomas, you already know about what happened with me, why is it so hard to take that the others were pros also?”

“I dunno, maybe because I didn’t know there were so many of you at the school.”

“Look, let’s talk while I go check on the prick, okay?”

“Sure. Um, Scott?”

“Yeah?”

“When you gonna take care of Glen?”

“I was thinking right now before Terry wakes up. Why?”

“I wanna do it.”

“You sure about this? Once it happens, you can’t take it back.”

“I’m sure. For everything he’s put you and Terry through, I wanna kill the prick.”

I took a hard look at my younger brother. Although the two are twins, they couldn’t be more different in personalities than night and day. Terry was the soft spoken one, usually, while Thomas was the more dominant one of the two. They looked identical, but acted like two people from opposite ends of the earth.

I nodded an ‘okay’ to him, pulled out a kitchen knife, and we headed towards the barn to do in my step-father. We talked and I filled him in on what had happened to me while I was a pro with the Potters. He took it in stride and was actually impressed at my ability to handle a lot of pain.

We got to the barn and I opened the door, and about to say something witty, but seeing the sawhorse empty changed my mind. It was not only empty; it was crushed on the floor. Glen was loose.

“Stay close to me, Tom.” He saw where I was looking, and gripped my shirt tight. I pulled out the knife, and we made our way into the barn.

As I saw the flash from the corner of my eye, I pushed Thomas away from me. We split and landed on the floor, and Glen was between us. Before I could do anything, he grabbed Thomas and put the knife I left in the barn to his throat.

“Take another step, Slut, and the brat dies,” he spat at me.

The night had taken its toll on Glen. His skin was now paler than before and his eyes were bloodshot with red around the lids. His tits were torn off his chest and dried blood ran down his chest. Blood and horse semen were still caked to his legs and he smelled like a sewer. He was breathing funny, also.

I didn’t see anyway out of this. I was still contemplating an answer when I heard the gunshot go off. The knife slipped out of Glen’s hand and he staggered for a second. Then, like in the movies, his eyes rolled up in the back of his head, and he collapsed on top of Thomas. Terry was standing in front of me with the smoking gun in his hand. I had forgotten that I had refilled it with bullets from the cop’s belt before we buried him.

I carefully walked over to Terry and lowered the gun to point it at the ground. Without saying a word, I eased the gun from his hands. He looked at me with a vacant expression on his face. I wrapped my arm around his waist and he did the same.

“It’s over, Terry.” He nodded into my shoulder.

“A little help over here, if it’s not too much trouble, please,” Thomas said, still trapped under Glen’s prone body. Terry and I laughed like hyenas for a minute or so before getting him unstuck.

We buried the prick in a hole just beside the other one, and just as deep. We covered it well, and I sprinkled a few grass seeds on the two to help hide the evidence. I looked at the work, and unless someone knew it was there, no one would be able to find it.

The twins and I spent the rest of the day continuing to clean up our mess. We also started packing our bags for our journey out of there. They were wonderful at not putting up a fuss about taking orders from me.

Charlie was taken care of by Terry, mostly. He seemed to fill the void, left by our mother, in her life. He was a natural caregiver. I could see him as a social worker when he got older. Thomas was going to be the CEO of the family. I could see him rule the world with an iron scepter.

That night, I slept in Mom and Glen’s bed. Terry joined me shortly after I slipped in the bed. We had a nice screw, with me on top of him, before turning in. He was spooned into me again as he drifted off to sleep. I had a harder time to fall asleep. Not because my dick was filling his rectum, because it was, but I was worried about where we were going to live.

I woke up to Thomas shaking me awake again.

“What’s with you two? You act like you’re on your honeymoon, or something,” Thomas said with a hint of teasing in it. I reached over and grabbed him and pulled him onto the bed. I blew a raspberry into his belly, and we had a wrestling match first thing that morning, until Charlie started crying and Terry went to tend to her.

As Thomas helped me straighten up the covers, we talked about what was going to happen today.

“I was thinking about heading south, to New Orleans. If we take nothing but the back ways, we can make it by the new year.”

“You mean walk? The whole way?”

“Why not? I figure if we cover about ten to fifteen miles a day, we’ll get there in time to celebrate New Years Eve.”

“But Scott…”

“Look, Tom, we can’t hitch. It’ll look a little odd with three boys and a baby hitching rides. Plus if we’re seen on the roads, the cops will get us. All we have to do is take it nice and slow through the back areas, and we’ll be safe from the authorities. Think of it as an adventure.”

“An adventure. Great,” he said sarcastically.

“Fine. Stay here, then.” I said with a little anger in my voice and walked out of the room.

“Wait, Scott. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that. If you want to do it, so will I.”

With that settled, we began to pack our backpacks for the journey. I went in town to the bank and closed the safe deposit box and hit the grocery store. We filled our canteens with water, and milk for Charlie. Terry had the idea of taking Trigger, and I figured why not?

So, that evening, we were loaded up with enough supplies for the journey, and we headed out. Trigger was loaded with supplies, so only one of us on his back at a time. I allowed them to ride, switching every hour or so. I walked the entire way. I had Charlie in a pouch on my chest to keep her warm. She pretty much slept the whole way there. Her diapers only had to be changed every once in a while, so that wasn’t too much of a problem.

To me, it was like an adventure. We walked at night. I checked the compass every half an hour or so, to make sure we were on the right track. We only needed to head south. We would head west over the Mississippi River later.

I figured we made over fifteen miles that first night. We stopped walking at about three in the morning, and pitched our tents in a field. Terry was too tired for any fun stuff, but he did sleep with me. Thomas took care of Charlie for the time.

As we woke at about noon, we got up and ate. We relaxed till nightfall, then started making our way again. And that was the way we made it to the city of New Orleans. We arrived just as people were celebrating Christmas Eve. We made better time than I thought.

“Merry Christmas, guys,” I said to my twin brothers. “We got here.”

I found a hotel that didn’t ask a lot of questions (for the right price, of course), and after three very long showers, and a bath for Charlie, we bedded down for a good night’s sleep. We saw a property on the way into town that had horses, so we gave Trigger another home. I didn’t think horses were allowed in the city.

The next morning was Christmas, and everything in the world was closed except a few convenience stores. Thomas and I got some goodies and other necessities and headed back to the room. We watched TV most of the day and relaxed. The real world was going to have to wait till tomorrow.

The following day, I went looking for a job, and found one, believe it or not. It was a garage. There was a sign on the door that said, “Help Wanted”. I walked in and asked about it.

“I can’t hire you, kid.”

“Why not? The sign didn’t say ‘Help Wanted, but no kids’,” I argued. The owner laughed.

“The problem is the law. You have to be at least fourteen years old.”

“So, don’t put me on the books. Just do cash. Look, sir, I need a job. Please.”

“You a runaway?”

“More of a throwaway. My story is a long one, and I don’t really want to tell it, but the bottom line is that I have two brothers and a baby sister to look after. I need to make some money.”

“You good with your hands?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Forget the ‘sir’ bit. The name’s Jack. And if you promise to work hard, you have a job.”

“I will, Jack, I will. I promise.”

“Okay, start tomorrow morning at seven a.m. Not a second later.”

“Thank you, Jack.”

“You’re welcome, kid.” As he was about to dismiss me, he stopped and looked at me again. “Where you stayin’?”

“We’re staying in a hotel down the street.”

“Come here,” he said and motioned with his head to follow him. We went outside and around back to a set of stairs leading to a door above the office.

He opened the door, and there was a small apartment on the other side. It had one small bedroom, and one very small bathroom, but it could house the four of us nicely. I almost cried when I saw it.

“It ain’t much, but it’s yours, if you want it, kid.”

“Scott.”

“Okay, Scott. So, what do you think?”

“It’s perfect, Jack. How much?”

“Free for as long as you work for me, Scott. You said you have a brother and sister, right?”

“Brothers. Plural.”

“Right, sorry. My mistake. Well, anyway, the four of you will be comfortable here for a while until you get old enough to get something on your own. Here’s the key.”

I almost hugged the big man. I left and went to get the others. We moved in that afternoon. The twins were actually relieved when they saw it. They slept in the bedroom, while Charlie and I took the living room.

I started working the next day at the garage. They trained me to do everything. I worked ten hours a day four days a week. I was paid five dollars an hour under the table in cash. I made the two hundred dollars a week stretch like you wouldn’t believe.

When it was time for school to begin, I got a brilliant idea. I registered one twin as “Mark Nelson” and he went to school in the morning. The other would take over at noon so that they both went to school. Each would teach the other what was taught in class that day. The school they went to actually had uniforms, which made a world of difference.

The twin that was at home would take care of Charlie for his allotted time. Since Thomas was more the morning person, he attended the morning classes and Terry would relieve him at lunch. In nine years at the same school, no one suspected a thing.

I worked until five that day, as usual, and went upstairs to a ready-made meal of spaghetti and soda. I was impressed with their cooking ability. It actually tasted good.

The next month went by without incident. I kept expecting the police to show up at any minute with handcuffs. Our Aunt Roseanne and our grandparents never contacted anyone about the disappearances of Glen or Dave. The state police just filed a missing persons report on the two officials, but nothing was ever found out about that either. We had gotten away from that area ‘scott’ free (gimme a break; they can’t all be winners).

One day in mid-March, after a really long Thursday, I was looking forward to a nice long weekend. I opened the door to the apartment, to find Terry tied naked to the kitchen table, and his butt as red as an apple. A small piece of rubber was between his buttcheeks as well. Small whimpers came from his gagged mouth as I closed the door.

He was blindfolded so he couldn’t see who entered the room, but I got the feeling he knew it was me. I looked into the ‘living room’ to see Thomas sitting on the couch watching a TV show.

“He asked for it,” he said as I was looking at him, questioningly. I had hoped that he had gotten all that out of his system back in Mississippi.

“Where’s Charlie?” I asked, casually.

“In her crib,” he replied just as casually. We were talking as if there wasn’t a ten-year-old strapped to our kitchen table.

“How long you gonna leave him like this?”

“I dunno. I hadn’t given it much thought. Why?”

“Just wondering,” I said, and went to take a shower to get the smell of the day off my body.

When I walked back out, Terry was still tied to the table. Thomas had re-heated a chicken parmesan and laid it on our coffee table. I ate the meal with a hard-on while my brother watched his show. When his show was over, he went into the other room to take care of our sister’s needs, as Terry was tied up at the moment.

Finishing my meal, I headed over to the kitchen table, and my younger brother. I ran my hand down his spanked butt, but ever so lightly, feeling every curve of his ass. The action brought shivers to his body. When I looked up, I noticed something I had not seen earlier. A rope was tied to each of his nipple rings and secured them to the four table legs. His nipples were being pulled sideways outward.

He was still whimpering a little at the apparent pain his chest was enduring. Now I know what the whimpering was about earlier. I continued to run my hand up and down his back and butt area, getting more shivers from him.

“You just gonna look at him, or you gonna fuck him?” Thomas asked from the doorway behind me. I turned to look at him. He had kind of a whimsical look on his face.

“Hey, he’s your captive, not mine. I don’t take the liberties here.”

“Then let’s just say he’s your birthday present, Scott,” and with that, he closed the door to the bedroom.

Usually, I sleep in the bedroom with Charlie in her crib so I can take care of her if she wakes up in the night. But this night, I guess I was sleeping in the living room with a boy to fuck.

“You’ve missed this, haven’t you?” I asked Terry. He nodded his head, shyly.

The garage was closed for the night, so I didn’t have to worry about covering up any noises while I took my birthday present. I used a tennis shoe on his ass to redden it back up again; tenderize it so to speak. He squealed through the whole thing, but his cock remained as hard as ever.

I yanked the buttplug out without concerning myself with his comfort, and replaced it with my erection. Sliding it fully inside him was like a forgotten memory that had resurfaced. He grunted at my initial invasion, but otherwise remained silent.

I gripped his hips as I pulled back out of his rear end. I looked down and noticed a little blood on my shaft, but nothing to be alarmed about. Another grunt as my cock slid back inside his asshole, but this time not as loud. With his legs spread open being tied the table and his nipples securing his body to it as well, my brother made the perfect fuck. He couldn’t escape my rod abusing his asshole if he wanted, and by the way his cock was reacting, he didn’t want to escape.

For his first fuck in over a month, I didn’t lay into him too badly, but it did feel good to be reaming him again. I spent my seed into his asshole on the fifth pump, and collapsed onto his back. I reached under him and felt his little cock, and it was still hard, so I did something about it. He reached orgasm after only three strokes of it.

I untied his wrists and ankles from the table, and pulled off the blindfold. As his nipple rings were being untied, he reached up and took my cock in his mouth and cleaned off the pinkish cum. I took a clean rag and wiped his legs down; clean him as he cleaned me off. We retired to the small foldout bed to watch some TV before getting some sleep.

I was on the right, lying on my back with my arms behind my head watching a late night show. Terry, on my left, snuggled up next to me, with his freshly-fucked butt at my hip. His skin felt warm after the spanking with the shoe.

He reached behind him and grabbed my cock and began stroking it. Feeling his young hands on it again was more than enough to get me restarted. I allowed his hand to stroke me to full firmness, and then pushed it away. He turned over to look at me.

“Did I do something wrong, Master?”

“No, boy, you were doing fine. I just want you to do something else.”

“What, Master?”

I didn’t voice my answer. I pushed his head down to my cock.

“Open your mouth, boy,” I said when his lips met my cockhead.

He did as I instructed and I slipped my cock past his lips. I didn’t force it; I just let it get inside his mouth. He received it willingly, but his teeth touched the stalk of my dick.

“Watch the teeth, Terry,” I instructed him. He nodded and I continued to feed him my cock. He gagged when I hit his tonsils, and I backed back out a little. “Swallow it when it does that again.” Again, he nodded, and I pushed back inside. He gagged again, but I could feel him start to swallow, and I pushed past his reflex. He took it in without any further problem.

I guess cocksucking runs in the family, because the kid was very good at it. I realized right then what it was about a boy’s mouth that was so appealing to the men I was with. It felt so damn good as it slid down his throat. He learned quickly to breathe as I was pulling out of his mouth. Within a few minutes, I was sending a load down his throat to his stomach. He swallowed every drop.

I reached down and pulled him up to me. I hugged my brother close, cherishing the closeness of our bodies. Adolescence was approaching, and things would change between the two of us, but for the moment, we had each other. I was satisfied with that.