Date: Sat, 26 Mar 2005 07:57:34 +0000 (GMT)
From: john james <jjdick1234@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Gay incest - Dad's little helpers - chapter 7.

This story is exactly that, a story and has no
relevance to anyone alive or dead.


Dads little helpers.

Chapter 7


"Now my little helpers it is time to clear this mess
up, Freddie you get a bin liner and put all the used
newspaper in it and Charlie you collect all the
brushes in and tools together." Dad said as he stood
in the middle of the room. His legs apart, hands on
his hips and admiring the four white walls that we had
all just finished.

I busied myself with collecting the newspaper that had
been put down on the floor to catch paint blobs and  I
crammed them into my bin bag. I was walking behind Dad
and I looked at him from the back. I could see his
strong legs and his balls were hanging down at the
front and I drank in the sight. Charlie bent down a
lot picking up brushes, screw drivers and such and I
was seeing him from behind too, his poo hole stuck up
and his balls hanging between his legs.

When the room was getting tidy it was looking emptier,
as Dad moving all the paint tins out. After about 10
mins when I had cleared all the floor the room was
bare. Charlie by now was walking around with his hands
full, brushes dropping here and there and the odd bit
of wood hanging down.

"Here Charlie you missed one" Dad said as he went over
to the window ledge to pick up a paint brush that had
not been used that was just lying there.

"I ain't got no more room Dad, I'm dropping
everything". Charlie said from behind a armful of
tools and stuff.

Dad laughed " Charlie come here".

Charlie stopped and looked at him, "I can't carry it
Dad, my arms are full" he pleaded.

"Who said anything about carrying it, come here" and
he held the brush in his hand and gave a little smile.

Charlie's face changed and he grinned at Dad and
walked towards him.

"Now turn around son" Dad said to him.

I stopped where I was holding the bin bag in one hand,
I watched as Charlie stopped in front of Dad.

"Now spread your legs for me son" Dad spoke into his
ear from behind him.

I watched as my brother did it, he spread his legs
wide, still holding on to the all the stuff in his
arms.


"Now bend over son" and Dad ran his hand down
Charlie's back.


Charlie's body gave out a little shudder. Dads hand
came down to brush over my brothers bottom. there he
was the unused paint brush in his left hand, his right
hand rubbing my brothers bottom and his big dickie
starting to come to life between his legs as I had
seen so many times over this weekend. I got a tingly
feeling in my stomach knowing something was going to
happen and with my spare hand I touched my little soft
willy.

Dad moved the paint brush in his hand so that he was
holding the brush by the bristles and the handle
pointed out. It was quite a big brush, about the size
of my little hand across. I saw Dad move in closure
and he touched my brothers poo hole with the end of
the handle. My brothers body again moved a little
forward but then steadied itself.

The brush handle end was now in my brothers poo hole,
Dad still had the bristles in his hand and he was
moving the brush up and down slowly. I watched in
silence as Dad started to slide the brush handle up
and down a bit more, the red handle of the brush going
inside a little further each time. The handle was a
bit smaller than my Daddies dickie and its shape had a
round part at the top and narrow at the bottom, my
brother had it about half way in him and the wide bit
was just starting to touch into him.

I noticed that now Charlie was starting to back into
my dads thrusts with the handle and a little more
slipped in each time. After a minute or two my brother
had taken the thin and fat parts of the handle and it
was now in him with the bristles hanging out. My Dad
removed his hand from the brush and stood back and
walked towards me. He put his arm around my shoulder
and held me into him a little and he laughed.

"Right Charlie I think you have now managed to pick up
everything, I want you to go downstairs and put those
things neatly in the shed and come back up to me when
you are done but I do not want to you take the brush
out of your bottom,ok." Dad ordered whilst laughing.

My brother slowly stood up and he turned around, his
face had light up, I don't know if it was Dad ordering
him or the paint brush but something was making my
brother go red in the face. He seemed to be enjoying
himself and he slowly walked towards the door taking
care not to drop anything that he was carrying.

Dad hugged me into him and said "Right come on son,
lets get finished up in here and get you a bath, you
are still covered in little white bits of paint, even
after your shower earlier"

"So are you Dad" I said, black rubbish sack in one
hand and holding my willy in the other.
"Dad can I get in the bath with you, we can help each
other get clean." and with that I smiled up at him.

"I would love that Freddie, now come on my little
helper" lets get that window open, the bag of rubbish
downstairs and close the door and let this place dry.
The beds are being delivered in the morning so we need
all the walls dry" and with that he patted my little
bottom as I led the way out of the room.

After a couple of minutes of tidy up  time we heard
Charlie come back up the stairs. The strange thing was
he was going much slower than he usually did. He would
always run up the stairs making a noise. This time he
sounded like he was taking a step at a time.
Dad and I were now at the top of the stairs watching
him as he reached us.

"There I did it" Charlie said to Dad with a big smile
on his face.

"Oh no son,  you haven't finished yet" Dad reached
down and took the black bin bag off me and handed it
to Charlie "Take this to the bin son"

Charlie looked at Dad, then at me, then at the bag and
I looked down at him, his willy had gone really small,
it was not as small as mine but because he now had no
curly hair on his willy it looked smaller.

Dad reached out and cupped my brothers dickie in his
hands and leant in and kissed him on the mouth, I saw
his tongue dart in and Charlie opened his mouth to
take it.

Dad pulled off "Now go on son, you take the bag down
and keep that brush in there, it is making you nice
and loose for me" he removed his hand and Charlie's
dickie was no longer small but started to stick out in
front of him. He slowly turned on the top step, bag in
hand and made his way slowly back down the stairs. I
saw the black bristles poking out from between his bum
cheeks.

Dad put his hands around my waist and picked me up, I
had not expected this and started to struggle as it
was tickling me, I giggled and he started to laugh
too.
"I was only going to carry you into the bathroom son,
sometimes I forget how big you are getting, it is just
habit. Remember when I used to carry you everywhere
and you would fall asleep on my shoulder."

I came into Dads chest now and cradled my head into
his neck, he leant forward and kissed the top of my
head and carried me into the bathroom.

Dad kissed my head again and placed me down, he went
over to the bath and put the plug in the bottom and
turned on the taps to fill it. I stood where he had
put me down and watched as he leant over the side of
the bath, I was looking at his poo hole as he bent
right in and held his hand under the tap to test the
temperature. He looked back over his shoulder and
smiled at me. My willy was getting excited and I
reached down and held it in my hand and felt the skin
between my fingers. I did not take long for it to
start to swell. Dad watched me and turned himself
around and sat on the side of the bath, his legs open,
his back to the running water and his balls hanging
low but his willy was pointing out at me.

"Come here son", he patted his leg for me and I walked
over to him still holding my dickie.
He turned me around and put his arms around my
shoulders and hugged me close.
"Are you ok with what we have been doing son" Dad
whispered in my ear and then kissed it.

"Oh yes Dad, I like doing things with you and Charlie"
and I pushed back a little into him as I could feel
his now hard dickie pressed against my bottom.

He kissed my ear again "Good boy, but if you ever
don't want to do something you must say" and with that
he cuddled me in tighter.

"I will" and I turned my head to his, he smiled at me
and he leant in and I met his kiss, just a little kiss
on the lips but it said everything. I loved my Dad and
I was the happiest boy alive at this moment.

The bath was filling up and he broke his hold on me to
turn to the taps and check the water, I stayed cuddled
into him, I like the feel of his hard dickie pressing
against my bum.

"Right little one it is time for you to get in" and he
stood up and held my arm whilst I stepped into the
bath.

I stood in the water, it came up to my knees and I
gingerly sat down slowly as it was a little hot.

"Right son lets get these paint spots off you, you
look like a space alien" he laughed and he got the
sponge off the side of the bath and rubbed soap onto
it. "Stand up little man"

I stood back up, he started to rub my chest with the
sponge, making white foam,
he held out my arms and under my arm pits.

"Spread you legs son" and I did as I was told and felt
the sponge work its way down my stomach as he moved
his way down to my thigh and back up. All the time the
soap was coating my body and it felt nice and clean. I
could see the paint spots were washing away.
Dads spare hand was now playing with my willy whilst
he sponged me off.

There was a crash in the hallway "Fuck" Charlie
shouted as we heard a paint tin crash over.
Dad and I looked over to the door where Charlie came
in, "Fucking paint tins".

"You should look where your going son, hope you did
not drop your paint brush" Dad and I laughed.

"No sir, I have still got it in there" he beamed back
his face as proud as punch.

"Good boy, now bend over" Dad instructed and Charlie
turned and bent over. The head of the brush sticking
out. Dad reached out and held the bristles in his
hands, he slowly looked back at me and then turned
back to Charlie's bottom and slowly pulled out the
brush handled. Charlie let out a little grown and I
saw his body give a little shudder like it had done
when it had gone in. Then as the handle got thinner
towards the end it came straight out and it came out
with a little plop. My brothers hole was not closed
yet and looked like the perfect 0 shape.

"Now come here son, stay bent over but come back
towards the bath" Dad said and with this his hand that
was holding my willy moved off and want around to my
bottom and pushed me towards the side of the bath a
little. My now hard willy was moving towards my
brothers hole and I looked at Dad and he nodded his
head, I knew what to do. My hard three inch willy was
now in the centre of my brothers poo hole and I could
touch the sides.
It was not like when the pink toy that had stretched
it wider before. Charlie let out a moan when he felt
my willy move into him and he backed in a little.

I watched Dad as he put down the sponge and licked his
middle finger. He moved his hand down to Charlie's
bottom and ran it up and down a few times then the
finger came down to the side of my willy. I looked at
him and he winked at me and his other hand pressed on
my bottom a bit more and I knew I should carry on.
Then I felt Dads finger touch the side of my willy
again as it played with the hole.

There I was with my hard dickie inside my brothers
bottom and my dad stood at the side of me and he was
putting his finger into the hole too. I felt so
excited and my hard dickie touched the pink sides and
I could feel my brothers bottom pushing back onto my
groin.
Dads hand was cupping one of my brothers bum cheeks
with his middle finger inside.
The feel of my brothers smooth poo hole walls  was hot
and feeling Dads finger next t o  my hard willy was
even hotter. The hot water was moving around at my
feet and the water was drying on my chest from when I
had sat down in it a few minutes earlier. My movement
got a little quicker as I tried to keep the pace Dads
finger was setting. Now our thrusts into my brother
were getting quicker and I was now starting to feel a
nice feelings in the top of my legs. The water now
moved around quicker, the pace was quicker, Dads
finger now seemed to be rubbing up and down the top of
my hard willy and I was starting to pant. I closed my
eyes and enjoyed this moment.

>From the front Charlie was letting out moans, he was
backing into Dad and we pushed into him. Dads finger
slid out and I looked at him, he moved his hand down
to the base of my willy and as he held it he stopped
me. He pulled me back gently a little as my hard
little dickie came out he put two fingers around it
and pulled my little pink hood of skin back and that
feeling in my legs got nicer. Now my pink head was
exposed and he pulled the folds of skin back down the
base so my pink head was tight then moved me back
towards Charlie's poo hole and placed it into the
opening. Both me and my brother let out a moan at the
same time, It felt so different this way, it felt
funny. This feeling was new, having had my little skin
hood over my pink head both times I had done this felt
nice but this new feeling was making me excited, I
could feel the smooth sides of my brothers poo hole as
I started to move back in and out. As I got going
again it was like doing it for the first time, this
feeling was so nice, so raw.

Dad stood back and watched us, his Dickie was pointing
up hard. He stepped forwards towards Charlie's head
and as my brother was bent over he was level with Dads
dickie.
My brother wasted no time taking Dad in his mouth and
slurped away up and down on it.
As Dad started to move in and out his hand came to
rest on my brothers shaved head, he was moving it up
and down to match my bumps into his bottom.
I could feel as Dad pushed back Charlie moved back on
to me and I pushed in he moved back down on to Dad.

During all this Dad was holding my eye contact and
smiling at me, he was nodding and keeping the rhythm
going but then he started to go a little faster and he
now kept my brothers head still and I could hear the
slaps as Dads willy area came against my brothers face
and I could hear Charlie make coughing sounds as he
was taking all of Dads big dickie in his mouth. My
pace was getting quicker too and that nice feeling in
my legs was spreading around as I felt my uncovered
pink head hit his poo walls. I nearly lost my balance
in the water a few times as I was going that fast. My
hands were on my brothers hips and I held on tighter
as Dad was now rocking backwards and forwards into my
brothers face and Dads eyes were closed and his head
had rolled back.

"That's it son, take your Dads juice" he panted as he
let out a satisfying moan and his body stopped, he
held tight on to my brothers head and as I stopped too
watch the sight.
I could hear my brother drinking down my Dads white
goo. Watching this the feelings in my legs became too
much and my insides became all hot and my legs started
to buckle but I held on to my brothers hips and as I
pushed one last push I felt like I had let out a hot
tingling feeling and I felt I wanted to collapse
forward on to my brothers back. Something had just
escaped out of me but I did not know what it was.

After a few seconds, The strength came back into my
legs and I steadied myself. Charlie was now slurping
on Dad's dick and I moved my body back as I slid my
little willy out of my brothers bottom. When I looked
down there was a tiny bead of liquid on the end.

"Dad I got to wee" I said, and I stepped aside in the
bath I lifted one leg over and down on to the bath
matt. I walked the few paces to the toilet bowl and
stood sideways on and saw that my brother had his eyes
open looking up at Dad as he licked up and down on
Dads Dickie that was now going soft. Dad was moving it
in slowly all the way and then slowly all the way out.
It was such a nice sight to see that I could not pee
as my Dickie was hard.
I stood there with my willy in two fingers and I
slowly pulled my skin back over the little pink head
and it felt nice. I pulled it back again and took in
the feeling, then pulled it over again.

"You ok over there little fellow" Dad asked me,
watching me moving the skin backwards and forwards.

"Yes this feels nice" I said

"Come here son" he motioned with his head.

I walked over to him and he took my hard dickie in his
fingers and carried on moving the skin backwards and
forwards for me.

"Right Charlie, I think you have cleaned my Dick
enough now, it is time you did the same for young
Freddie here" he said as he winked down at me.

Charlie slowly sucked down Dads willy and it popped
out of his mouth but as it did he moved his head in to
kiss the head on it. He looked at me and smiled, then
looked up and Dad who nodded his head and my brother
moved his mouth onto my willy.

The feel of his mouth was amazing and and his tongue
found my skin hood on the end of my willy and he moved
it back and then he ran his tongue over my willy head.
The feeling was so nice I thought my legs were going
to buckle again. Dad leant forward and kissed the top
of my head then walked over to the toilet and stood
there, I could see him with his now soft willy in his
hand. I watched as a line of wee came out the end and
splattered down into the water in the toilet. His wee
went on for ages and he watched us as we watched him.
When he was finished he walked back over to us.

"Move over Freddie, let your brother clean me up after
my wee" and I moved to the side slightly as Dad took
his soft willy in his fingers and brought it up level
with mine and I felt the soft skin of it touch the
side of my willy and then there it was inside my
brothers mouth with mine. My willy and Dads rested
side by side as my brothers tongue ran over them, he
seemed to be making sure that both got the same
attention.

After a few minutes of my brothers slurping Dad put
his hand flat onto the top of Charlie's head and
stopped him. There he was with our willies' in his
mouth and the biggest grin on his face.

"Come on you two time to get in that bath, that is
enough fun for now, lets save a little for later and
with that he gave us both a wink.


Chapter 8 to follow shortly.