Date: Fri, 4 Apr 2008 16:19:37 -0700 (PDT)
From: larry_c_@excite.com
Subject: My Brother's Kids ... chapter 4

This story is fiction, for the most part; I will not reveal which parts
might have truth in them. I will say that the names used are not actual
names of real people, nor does the activity reflect actual illegal acts
being done with underage boys. Because of the fictional nature of the
story, safe sex is not described within, but the author insists on the
intelligence of its use in real life scenarios, as well as the wisdom of
older gentlemen in regard to abuse of our youth.

All the legal disclaimers are applicable, and you know what those are
already.  So, if you pass all the tests, enjoy the story as it unfolds Let
me know what you think!

We left off ...

... when Eaton leaned forward and whispered in my ear:

      "See Papa, it's Ok to care about students like you do! They love you
back ... lots of `em!"

Well...you tell me how I felt! We got back to the house, and there was a
note attached to the front door. It was a nicely drawn card ... an
invitation ... for me and my boys to come to the school cafeteria at 7:00
PM tonight. No other information given...no signature either. But the
handwork that created the card showed a lot of care going into the effort.
Casey squealed out... "So what we waiting for, Papa? ... and tugged me back
to the car. Eaton plopped his body in the back seat again, and off we went!
(In spite of not knowing whether it was good news or bad ;)


My Brother's Kids Are Now Mine Chapter Four


We arrived at the campus cafeteria, and there were dozens of cars parked
all around ... with one spot clearly marked "reserved for Mr. F." right
near the main entrance. Eaton looked at me, and handed me his comb. I
grinned at him as I quickly straightened out the mop to make it more
presentable ... and we all went in.

I about fell over when I saw every member of my choir and band groups, as
well as my drama kids standing in a circle around the large room. Several
of their parents were there with them, as were many of my teacher
colleagues. A large sign draped across the wall above a huge table of
food. It read: "Papa, we feel your sorrow, and love you!" I almost cried
just staring at everything. It wasn't that I never knew that my students
liked me a lot ... yeah, maybe even loved me ... but to think that they
would go to all this trouble to help me and my new sons to get through this
tough time ... well, it was almost overwhelming!

Then my moistened eyes fell on one figure at the head of the table. It was
Korey, and he was dressed in a 3-piece suit ... the nicest I've ever seen
him look ... holding his hand in such a way as to say: `Right this way,
Papa...you first!'  I took my boys by the hand and walked to where Korey
stood. He handed all three of us plates, and had us lead the way through
the buffet line. As soon as we had our plates filled, he led us to the head
table that was nicely decorated, but surely not overdone to give too much
of a party feeling. Centered on the table was a large sympathy card signed
by everyone in the room...along with a small but tasteful vase of flowers,
with a bow and 2 ribbons. On the ribbons, lettering simply said: `Loving
Brother' and `Loving Sister-In-Law'.

As I sat down, I buried my face in my folded arms, and quietly wept a
moment. My two boys hugged me before taking their seats on either side of
me, and laid their hands on my shoulders. Korey sat on the other side of
Eaton and simply allowed me to have my moment of mourning. Then he got up,
stood behind me, and leaned down to whisper in my ear...

      "Papa...it's alright. We know it hurts! Be yourself! And remember, I
LOVE YOU, and I'm here for you...tonight and always!"

No one else heard a word, but it screamed in my ear like a tornado
... tonight, and always! ... always! ... "Yes, Kor, always for me too!"
...was my heart's cry, and at that moment I felt freedom from the
loneliness that had gripped my gut from the second I heard of my Brother's
death. Oh, I had my faith in God to help...I hadn't lost that! But now, I
had mature flesh and blood to cling to, as well as my two new sons to share
life with. I thanked God for His gift of Grace that would sustain me, and
help me regain my composure and strength to carry on my duties with every
kid in this building tonight. And somehow, I knew that Korey was part of
this gift.

Now let me get one thing straight ... I don't say that God gave me a sex
partner! Nope! That's not His style. But He gave me a companion who loved
me and cared for me from his heart. If something more sexual came from the
union that would be our design, not God's ... and if that was wrong, then
God would have to deal with us both in whatever way He chose. I do know
that God loves all of us, sometimes in spite of our choices, so I still
give Him thanks for His gift...no, all three of His gifts. Eaton and Casey
were as much of a gift to fill my need for love as was Korey. It did cross
my mind to make sure I didn't misuse these gifts!

As folk filled their plates and passed by my table, I felt a surge of
strength fill my being from their presence. Maybe this pot luck gathering
was more important than even having the service this Saturday ... (Randy
and I moved it from Friday, so school didn't have to be dismissed for a day
on my behalf!) ... even for Eaton and Casey. They were almost thrilled, (if
that might apply to such a gathering), that we all had so many friends who
cared about our pain, and shared our loss. They responded more like
mini-adults than little boys as they thanked people for showing love to
them. I was so proud of my little men!

After the meal, there were no speeches, but Korey did stand and thank
everyone for responding so quickly and warmly ... and reminded them of
Saturday's service, if they desired to attend. (Oops, I told Officer
Backenburg Friday, but I guess the newspaper obit would correct that
error.) With that, people began to slowly leave. Korey escorted me and the
boys to our car, and wished us a pleasant night. He wanted us to have it
all to ourselves ... even though he knew he would rather come over and hold
me close all night long. It was his way of showing his understanding that
our newly formed family of three was first priority. I looked him in the
eye, and nodded my acceptance of his decision, but he knew by my look that
I wished he would come with us! He walked to his car, and drove off toward
his downtown condo as I drove the other direction toward our new home on
the hill.

The three of us made it home, and we were all wiped out, both energy-wise
and emotionally. The next day there would be no school for the boys or for
me, but we knew we had to visit the Funeral Home to view Morris and Anne,
and I still wasn't confident that the boys should have to experience that
part of the necessary duties I needed to carry out. Some adults aren't
ready to do it, so why should I expect kids to be required? I didn't want
to discuss it this evening though, because I wanted them to get a good
night's sleep before the subject came up.

I sent the boys to their rooms, and suggested they get ready for bed
... and that I'd be in to check on them in a few minutes. Casey didn't want
to let go of me, but I kissed his forehead, hugged him, assured him that I
would be there soon, and gently peeled his arms off my waist as I turned
him toward his doorway. Eaton stood there watching me sending Casey, and
then took my hand and walked me to my door...

      "Papa, I am so glad that Mama and Dad gave us to you! I can tell how
much you love us both already ... well, you always have as our Uncle...but
I mean like a new Dad does. Just so you know ... I love you too! G'night!"

... And he let go of my hand and slowly walked to his room and closed the
door.

I entered my room, splashed some water in my face to erase the signs of my
earlier tearful moments, and to keep me from another emotional response to
my boys' actions and words. I was very touched by both. I stripped down to
my T-shirt and boxers, which is what I slept in now, because it was more
appropriate with kids in the house. (Heck, they didn't need to see a naked
guy wandering around! ... even if I'm not that bad to look at;)

I made a call to Korey and told him how grateful I was for what he had put
together earlier this evening, and told him I missed him a lot! We chatted
for about 20 minutes, and then I realized I better go check on the boys
like I promised to do. Kor assured me that's why he chose to head to his
own place ... because tonight I belonged to the little guys! So I told him
good night, and blew him a kiss over the phone as I hung up.

Then I headed for Casey's room. I opened the door and tip-toed to his
bedside, so if he was asleep already, I wouldn't wake him. He most of all
needed to get all the rest possible. But ... he wasn't there! His bed was
mussed, his pillow scrunched a bit ... but, there was no body present. For
a moment I was a bit shook, but then it dawned on me ... he probably went
into Eaton's room to avoid being alone. So I headed that way.

As I opened Eaton's door, which wasn't all the way closed anyway, there he
was ... snuggled into the same bed as Eaton, but surprisingly to me,
head-to-tow; both ends of the blankets were loose, and heads poking out
from the edges, but never-the-less, end-to-end boys. So I asked...

      "Guys...why the two-way pillows?"

      "Easy, Papa ... we used to share the same bed all the time and Dad
had us sleep this way so we didn't get in each other's way."

      "But sometimes, Eaton flips around and I get his foot in my mouth!
Yuck!"

      "C'mon, Case...you're the one that ..."

      "Guys...guys...no need to start a mini-war over anything. You ever
tried sleeping with both your heads at the same end? It's a lot easier and
probably nicer too. Try it...here, I'll tuck in the bottom end, and Casey,
you turn around. Both of you sleep on your backs. Like that! Better?"

      "Yeah, Papa...I like lookin' at Eaton's head a lot better'n smellin'
his stinky feet!"  (Giggle*)

      "Hey, Bro...you could go back to your own bed, you know! I just let
you crawl in here because you didn't wanna be alone tonight!"

      "I'm sorry, Eaton ... I wanna stay! Please?"

      "Sure ... just don't complain about my feet!"

Man, did this make me feel like a real father? You bet it did! I reached
down and tucked them both in, and kissed Casey g'night. I was about to tell
Eaton to have a good night too, when he looked at me with moisture in his
eyes...

      "Papa...is he the only one who gets a kiss? I know I'm older, but
tonight I sure could use one!"

I stretched over the top of Casey to give Eaton a kiss on the cheek, and
both boys grabbed my neck in a huge hug! I almost lost my footing and ended
up flat across them both...being bombarded with kisses all over my
face... as they both shouted out... "Gotch'a!"  I started to tickle them
both, mainly to get loose from their grips, but also to let them have a
lighter few minutes with me. It was good for all of us to laugh
together. When I stopped, I made sure each got a real kiss from a loving
father! Of course there was nothing sexy about it, but we connected almost
spiritually as our lips touched. It added a great peace to our hearts as we
sealed the family relationship in such a tangible and endearing way.

Instead of going back to my room, I decided to go to the TV room and catch
up on the nightly news, and contemplate the new relationship with my
boys. The fact that I was no longer Uncle Lar ... but Papa ... WOW!
Overpowering! But, you know what? ... I like it!  Yes, there's a much
greater responsibility on my shoulders, now ... but it's OK! In fact, it's
great! Just so I can be to them what they need me to be!

After the news was over, I turned the TV off, and sat there in the almost
dark room...just the moonlight filtering in from the rear windows
overlooking the trees and ocean view ...knowing I ought to go to bed, but
just basking in the inner warmth I was feeling from this new parental
mantle I now wore ...and I heard some sounds coming from the boy's room. I
figured that by now they'd be asleep! What was going on?

I snuck back to the doorway, which again was still ajar, and peeked in to
see what was causing those noises. All I could see in the relative darkness
was two humps beneath the covers, but the sounds were a lot more
recognizable from this vantage point. ("slurp...slurp, giggle, slurp,
MMMmmmmm, Dang, Case...you're doing better'n ever!  Slurp, OOOHHHhh, you
too, Eaton! More! I'm feelin' it again! Slurp...slurp.")  I knew that if I
interrupted this, they'd be so embarrassed and hurt that I even knew what
they were up to!  It was sure clear this wasn't their first time! And maybe
they needed this tonight to help deal with all the rest going on. I decided
I would leave and say nothing at all... for both their sakes. After all,
they're just little guys. It doesn't mean that they've decided to be
gay...course not! They're just experimenting with things that make them
feel better...and right now, that may be necessary! So, let it stay a
private boy thing between them! I left as quietly as I had come.

Except for one little thing ... I was rock hard! Damn! Why did these two
little angels turn me on? Maybe I was thinking about Korey and me doing
what they were involved in? I couldn't be wishing that they and me...ah
Hell No! That's gross and stupid! They're my sons! Korey is at least a man
now! That's cool! I must be really tired! I gotta sleep! I gotta...I
gotta...JERK! Oh, Kor...why aren't you here tonight?

Meanwhile, back in the boys' room ...

       (Snicker...) "Did you see him there, Eaton?"

       (Hee hee...) "Oh yeah! Papa watched us, for sure!"

      "How come he didn't say nuthin, then?"

      "Little Bro ... guess he didn't wanna hurt us or embarrass us! But
the funny part is that he has no idea we did it to let him see it! Wonder
what he'll say when he finds out for real?"

       "Dunno...but he sure had a stiffy! He's big, too! Bigger'n Daddy
was!"

       "Well, I did mention scout outings before, so he knows I have played
around a little. And, I also mentioned that I thought it was a good thing
he had Korey for a good friend ... and that I called him Uncle Kor
already. So, we'll see how long it takes for all this to sink in...and then
maybe, we'll tell him about our little secret surprise tonight! So, cuddle
up, spoon-like, Bro...I'll hold you close all night."

      "Thanks, Eaton ... (Kiss) ... and if you accidentally poke me ... I
won't mind. I'm glad we love each other so much! I just wish Dad had never
made us move to our own rooms after he caught us playin' `round that first
time! I like it here sleepin' this way! G'NIGHT!"

The next morning came, faster than I wanted it to ... and I heard the
shower running in the boys' bathroom. I also heard a lot of giggling and
squealing from both guys ... more than usual! So I went to check things
out. Sure enough, they were showering together. I know when they were
younger, it was usual for them to bathe in the same tub of water, but with
Eaton maturing more, I figured he'd shower, and Casey would still be taking
baths. I also noticed something else ... they were soaping each other up
... all over! And the giggles? ... when the hands got busy in the crotch of
the opposite boy! Now I began to wonder just how far this kind of
exploration had already gone. Was it really a more serious situation, and
deserved a more serious parental response?

Then Casey saw me standing there...

      "Hi Papa, ... Lookie! My stiffie is a whole three inches long now!
Isn't that cool?  Maybe I'll catch up to Eaton pretty soon ...you think?"

      "C"mon, Case, you know I'm growin' too! My 4 ½ " is getting' fatter
too...you got a long way to catch up, especially if I grow bigger even
faster now!" Gees, I'm already twice as thick as you!"

I listened with my mouth hanging wide open, chin clear down to my chest
from surprise. I had no answer! And the boys were grinning from ear to ear
at my shock!

      "Hey Papa...wanna shower with us? We could wash you all over real
good!"

      "UH ...uh ... maybe not this time! A Father doesn't usually wash his
sons after they reach about 6 or 7 years old. Uh ... unless the little guy
is hurt, or sick, or can't do it himself for some reason. It's just
... just ..."

I turned and almost ran to my own bathroom. I had to, or they'd see my own
tell-tale hard-on developing! I heard even more laughter from the other
room. It dawned on me this time that they were teasing me, and trying to
see if I'd get embarrassed. What I hoped they hadn't figured out ... and
wouldn't ... is that I wasn't embarrassed, I was downright horny! After how
I saw them get rigid wrestling with Korey, and sucking each other last
night ... and now, they asking for me to shower with them ... so they could
soap me up! FUCK! SHIT! DAMN IT ALL!  DAMN, ME!  DAMN ME FOR WANTING
... WANTING TO ...TO LET THEM!  I gott'a be goin' crazy!

The next thing I became aware of was that as the hot water was rinsing over
my own body, I was pounding my meat, and shooting a huge load down the
drain! The worst part of my awareness was the fact that this time I wasn't
thinking of Korey's nine inches ... but of those two gorgeous little men in
their shower, their beautifully balanced body builds sporting such
delicious looking boy cocks at full attention as they made sure I noticed!
I knew how wrong this was ... but at this moment, I really didn't give a
shit! I gotta stop thinking this way! Things will get out of hand! Please,
God...make them stop asking and teasing ...or I won't be able to say no!

I blasted myself with cold water to clear my head, and got out to dry off
and dress.  I felt so guilty about my sudden fantasy, but I just couldn't
let the boys detect my momentary slip into evil desire. I headed to the
kitchen to set out bowls of cereal and fruit, hot chocolate, and hot
Cinabon rolls I picked up at the mall on my last trip there. They skipped
into the room, all dressed nicely to go see Mom and Dad with me ... as if
they had done nothing at all to tease me earlier.

I was quite pleased that during our breakfast, the atmosphere had no trace
of heaviness over the earlier episode, and that the boys seemed not to
detect any uneasiness on my part. Guess it was the Actor in my blood that
allowed the front I was hiding behind to be believable. I suppose, too,
that the conversation that did arise was serious enough to be a help...

      "Papa? ... Do we look OK to go see Mama?"

      "Yes, Eaton ... both of you look very nice, like little gentlemen!
Mom and Dad would be very proud of you both right now! Are you sure you
want to go, though?"

      "Gee, Papa ... you seen'em, haven't ya?"

      "Yes, Casey ... of course I have!"

      "Well ... then we wanna! Whatever you do, we wanna do! We wanna be
just like you, Papa!"

      "Besides, Pop ... we want to say g'bye to them without all the other
people bein' there with us! Just in case we cry and don't feel too good!
Just us and you! We may be growin' up some, but we're still kids, and it
still hurts!"

      "Oh, Eaton ... my Son, I know that, and I understand that
completely. It still hurts me too, and I'm all grown up! And if that's what
you both really want, of course I'll be there with you the whole time, and
we'll share our feelings with each other as freely and openly as we need
to...as family does!

I grabbed my suit jacket and tie, and we headed out ... the drive to the
Chapel being only about five or six minutes, seemed a lot longer in the
silence of the car as all of us contemplated the moments to come following
our arrival.

When we parked and walked into the Chapel Foyer, Randy met us, and showed
us to the Slumber Room. I asked him if he would keep Casey in the Foyer for
a moment while I took Eaton in alone. I just wasn't sure how they'd handle
things, and I wanted to be there for each boy as his own reaction called
out with need. Casey nodded as I gave his hand to Randy. He knew I trusted
Randy, and because of that, so did he.

Eaton approached the caskets, and stood totally silent for a minute or
so...and then turned to me with tears in his eyes...

      "Pop ... you said the other night that they were already with Jesus,
didn't you?"

      "Yes, Eaton. I said exactly that...and I believe it whole-heartedly!"

      "Then I guess I'm happy for them, even though I'm sad I don't have
them here with me any more. Will we see them again someday?"

      "I'm sure we will, Son...when Jesus asks us to come join Him too!"

      "Then ... As long as I have you here, it'd be selfish to ask them to
come back here when they got it so good now!" ... and he buried his face in
my side and hung on tightly as he silently sobbed a moment...and then stood
back up and walked back to the caskets, saying..."Bye, Mom...Bye,
Dad...enjoy Heaven, and wait for me! See Ya later! I'll be fine with Daddy
Larry. Thanks for giving him to us. I love him, too, and he loves me!"

Then he turned to me, and asked if he could go get Casey while I waited
here. I nodded yes, mainly because I was still absorbing what he had said a
minute ago.  He walked calmly to where Randy was standing, took Casey's
hand, and brought him into the Slumber Room and up to the caskets. Casey
froze as he stared at the two bodies before him. He looked at Eaton, and
started to shake with fear. Eaton leaned down and spoke to Casey...

      "Little Brother ... it's OK. Mama and Daddy aren't here any more
... like Larry said the other night. These are just the houses that they
used to live in. See how happy they left the faces. Mama and Daddy are
happy, and they don't hurt a bit! Larry said we'd all see each other again
someday, so for now ... we can remember how much they love us, and these
empty houses can be put to rest. They did the job that Mama and Daddy
needed them to do."

With that, Casey walked up to each casket...looked in, looked back at
Eaton, nodded his acceptance, and came back to me...grabbing my hand...and
saying:

      "Papa Larry? ... Is it alright if we call you Daddy now? You're Papa
to all the kids at school. I want you to be more special to us ... I love
you!"

      (My heart melted, and my tears flowed...) "Of course you can, Case! I
know Morris wouldn't mind at all! He knew you needed a Dad. That's me now!
I would be proud to be called `Daddy" by you...if you're ready! And yes...I
love you, too!"

Eaton came along side both me and Casey, hugged us both, and called me Dad,
too.  Randy stood at the door during the entire time we were in the room. I
looked his way, and could tell that he was touched by the scene he just
witnessed ... not a usual reaction for a professional. It sure let me know
how much a friend he really was.

As soon as we left the Chapel, both boys were back to normal ... giggling,
poking, and begging for lunch! I took off my tie, and they copied me. So I
removed my coat too...so did they. It became a game of copy-cat for the
next few minutes. I still had to drive, so they played like they were
driving, too.

We drove around the waterfront until we got to the main public beach at
Lover's Point, and parked the car. Then it became a race to the hamburger
stand that I remember eating at when I was their age. Sure enough, the same
Lady was cooking those delicious home-made burgers I could still taste and
smell. I ordered six with cheese, three of her hot deep fried hand-made
potato chips ... oh yes, and three of her wonderful strawberry shakes,
still created from real ice cream and fresh strawberries.

She even remembered me by name, and asked if these two young men were my
boys. I introduced them to her. Evidently, they had never been at this
stand before, which surprised me that Morris hadn't brought them. She
handed both a Mountain Bar for dessert, saying that she remembered it was
my favorite snack as a kid...and told them to call her `Miss Carole'
... because every one of her friends for years did the same. Then she said:
"Ya'all come back now...Ya' hear!"

We sat at the picnic tables on the lawn overlooking the beach, watching a
few swimmers and a couple surf-boarders play in the water as we ate. When
we finished the food, we headed out onto the rocks of the point itself, and
had a great time searching out whatever we could find. Sure enough I
spotted that rock-ledge mini-cave that Korey had mentioned. Funny how I
never found it when I was a kid, but it sure had to be there back then.

Soon, though, we were tuckered! Even with all the resolve that had been
reached during our time at the Chapel, we felt drained. So home we went. It
was 2:00 PM, and I had told Korey I'd meet him at 4:00 ... I figured a two
hour siesta might be just the right thing for all of us.

It took all of three minutes for all of us to get in the front door and aim
for our bedrooms. I undressed and crawled under my cozy sheets and blankets
to simply collapse a while. I figured that since the boys were so pooped,
they'd hit their beds and turn into a couple of logs ... so I took
advantage of the situation and got totally naked to get full benefit of
relaxation without encumbrance.

But ... giggle...squeal ... jump... pow! I was invaded by you know who!
Both of them all at once. One on each side of me ... cuddling close and
snuggling in for the duration. And...uh...they were as naked as I was! Each
putting one hand on my chest, and tossing a leg on top of mine! I was
trapped! My arms wrapped each boy into a hug, and I simply gave in to their
need to be close.

I began to relax a little when I detected quiet snores and deep breathing
from my little guys, and just about dozed off until...I felt hands move
toward my crotch ... which, as if you couldn't have guessed... was not as
dormant as my eyes now wanted to be. God, I hoped they were really asleep!

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End of Chapter Four