Date: Tue, 8 Jul 2003 18:38:33 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com> Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 23 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter 23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- When Evan saw me carrying Andy across the field, he leaped out of the car and ran toward me. "Need help?" he asked. "No, just open the back door of the car when I get there," I replied. He ran back to the car and waited. When I got to it, he opened the door, and I gingerly laid Andy on the backseat. "We'll be home soon," I said. "N-No!" he rasped, looking alarmed, "C-Can't!" "I know, I meant my house," I said, looking down at him. He looked at me for a moment, then quietly began crying again. I patted his head and told him to try and relax. "Shit! He's a lot worse than when I saw him last night!" Evan whispered in my ear. We jumped in the front seat and I drove back to the school, letting Evan out to get his car. As he got out, he asked if I needed anymore help. I replied "No, but thanks so much! You saved his life - I'm sure of it!" Evan blushed and was about to protest, but I cut in and asked, "Evan, can we please keep all of this just between the two of us?" "Sure," he said, smiling sincerely at me. "By the way," I said, "I gave that guy the bag. He said to thank you. Evan - you and I are gonna talk about him once I get back to school - OK?" A stricken look crossed Evan's face, but gulping he said "OK". I smiled at him and said "it'll be OK. Really. And thanks again!" He smiled wanly at me, then closed the door. I waited to see that he got his car started OK, then I drove to our house. I blew the horn several times when I pulled in. As I was getting Andy out of the car, Jacob and Harry both flew out the door. They looked horrified when they saw me lift Andy out of the back seat and start walking toward the house with him in my arms. "Get the doors," I gasped. Harry slammed my car door shut, and Jacob ran for the house door. I carried Andy into the house and directly up the stairs to my room, where I laid him on my bed. Jack hovered next to the bed, sniffing nervously at Andy. "What happened to him?" Harry asked, staring at him, a look of horror on his face. "Well, I'd have thought it was obvious," I said bitingly, "Remember? I caused this!" Both boys looked at me with mixture of surprise and guilt, as I began to take Andy's hat off him. I looked back up at them. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but paused when I looked at him. Jacob just stared at me. Finally, I said "Look! I know I fucked up the other day! This is the result! I'm sorry! So very sorry! More sorry than either of you know! But right now we gotta fix Andy! We'll deal with everything else later!" They both looked at me for a moment, then Jacob said, "what can we do to help?" "Yeah," Harry added. I allowed myself a quick, small smile, as I looked back down at Andy, but then went back to getting him undressed. "You guys get me a pair of scissors, some aspirin, and a glass of water. Then get 2 basins of warm water, a bar of soap, and a soft wash cloth. My razor. And some first aid supplies. And a couple ice packs wrapped in hand towels. And that fuzzy blanket on the chair in the den." I ordered. Both of them scurried out the door. I told Jack to go sit in his bed in the corner, which he did obediently, although he continued to sit looking at us with a worried expression. As I looked down at Andy, he smiled up at me weakly. He tried to speak but couldn't. I smiled at him, kissed him gently on the forehead, and said "hush, we'll talk later. Right now - we're gonna take care of you." Andy smiled feebly back at me. Jacob reappeared with the aspirin and a glass of water, followed by Harry who had a pair of scissors. They both ran off to get the other things I'd asked for. I counted out some aspirin and asked Andy if he could swallow them. He looked dubious. I put my arm under his shoulders and lifted him into a sitting position. He winced a couple times, making me wonder if he had some cracked ribs. I put the aspirin in his mouth and held the cup of water to his lips. He took a gulp of water, and swallowed. Still shivering, he looked at me and smiled a little. "Thanks" he said hoarsely. I smiled, and kissed him on the forehead again. Then I eased him back down slowly. "Does your throat hurt?" I asked. He nodded. I picked up my flashlight and said "open your mouth." He looked for a minute like he didn't want to. "C'mon, I'm just gonna look," I said. He opened his mouth then, and I knew why he'd hesitated. One of his teeth was broken, and another was completely gone. "Oh my God!" I said, "what happened to your teeth?" He didn't answer, and his eyes filled with tears. "Shh" I said, patting his head. "It's OK, we can get them fixed," I said. "C'mon, open up again," I said. He did and I shined the flashlight into his mouth. His throat was red and raw and had white pustiles in the back of it. Oh Christ! All I could think was, I hope he didn't end up with the clap or something. All I said though was "Hmm - bet you have strep on top of it all!" He nodded. I smiled worriedly. "Just rest. I'm gonna get you undressed and cleaned up, then we'll see if you need to see a doctor. I bet you do. Um, I'm gonna cut your clothes off. They're in pretty bad shape. We'll get you new ones OK?" Andy nodded, so I began to cut off his shirts. The boys returned with everything else and sat down and waited while I finished cutting all of Andy's clothes off. Andy shivered uncontrollably as his clothes came off. I piled them by my waste basket, to be thrown out. Andy's ribs on both sides looked bruised. I gently felt them, and from the way he winced, it appeared that at least a few of them might be broken, along with his left wrist and left ankle. His right hand looked badly hurt too. I gently washed Andy all over with the warm wash cloth. We all snickered as his penis got semi-erect as I washed his genitals. "I guess you're not completely dead!" I said chuckling and smiling down at him. He gave me a faint grin. "We'll wait till you're a bit better to help you out with that," I said. Lastly, I used the wash cloth to moisten and pull the clotted, matted blood from his hair, near a cut on his forehead. Washing his hair more thoroughly would have to wait. I quickly shaved the few stray facial hairs he had, and the bit of stubble on the tip of his chin. When I was finished I checked the cuts on his face, hands and knee. Most were closed already, but a couple didn't look good. He probably should've had stitches. His right knee was pretty badly cut and was oozing some pus. I used some peroxide to clean his wounds the best I could, while Andy winced every so often. As I bandaged them up, he drifted off to sleep. Gently I put one icepack under his wrist, and another under his ankle, and covered him with the blanket. I knew we had to get him to the hospital for X-rays and treatment for any breaks he had, and to get some antibiotics for his strep or whatever he'd contracted, but I thought maybe a nap would be best for him at first. I could hear his stomach growling too. He must be starving. I told Jacob and Harry we'd let him sleep a couple hours, feed him something light, and then take him to the emergency room. I told them to go finish any homework they had left. They went quietly to Jacob's room, and I crawled onto the bed gently, and laid down next to Andy, and watched him sleep. I felt my eyes water again as I thought about how all Andy's pain was my fault. I vowed then, never to do anything to hurt him, or Jacob, or Harry, ever again! I must've dozed off too. When I woke up, Andy was still sleeping. He'd stopped shivering. I felt his forehead. It was still warm, but he wasn't burning up anymore. I looked at the clock. Almost two hours had gone by. It was almost supper time. I gently crawled off the bed, picked up the shreds of Andy's clothes, and walked across the hall. Jacob's door was shut. From within, I thought I heard soft sucking noises. Grinning, I knocked gently. "Just a Minute!" Jacob cried, urgently, as I heard his bed springs squeaking quite a bit suddenly. "Relax, I'm not opening the door," I said snickering to myself. "When you two are finished, go across and sit with Andy, while I make us some supper," I added, "but don't wake him up yet." "K" Jacob called back. I heard the bed springs groan as someone sat back down on the bed as I turned and went down to the kitchen. I tossed Andy's clothes in the trash basket in the kitchen. First I checked his pockets thought and found his wallet was still in his jean's pocket. I opened it. There was no money, but, amazingly, his health insurance card was still in it. I pocketed that for later, tossed his wallet on the counter, and his jeans in the trash, then set about making dinner. I put some fish and chips in the oven for the boys and myself. It was their favorite. Then I heated a bowl of cream of tomato soup, for Andy. Which was a favorite of his. I buttered a soft dinner roll for him too. When it was ready, I put the soup and roll on a tray, and added a glass of cold chocolate milk, then I took it up to Andy. He appeared to still be sleeping, though I thought I'd heard him say "remember" as I walked in. Jacob and Harry were both sitting on the floor by my bed, looking happy with themselves, and a bit flushed yet. I looked at them and snickered. I was surprised when they both grinned sheepishly at me. I set down the tray on my desk, and turned to the guys and mussed their hair. They both were looking up at me questioningly. "I love both you guys a lot. I know I fucked things up for all of us, but I'm going to fix them. We'll eat in about 20 minutes, and we can talk more then OK?" They both looked a little uncomfortable, but after a slight pause, I saw a faint smile on Jacob's lips as he said quietly, "OK." Then Harry looked at me and said "OK" as well. "You guys go wash up to eat, I'm gonna feed Andy, then I'll get our food ready. We're having fish and chips." They both grinned then, and scrambled to their feet and went into the bathroom. I turned to wake Andy, but he was already awake and looking at me, a slight smile on his face. I grinned and pulled the chair from my desk over toward him. "So, how're you feeling?" I asked. "Lot's better" he whispered, smiling. "Bet you're hungry," I said. He grinned then. I gently lifted him up and placed a couple more pillows under his shoulders and head, so he was almost sitting upright. Then I sat down in the chair and picked up the mug of soup and a spoon. "I'm sorry it's only soup, but I wasn't sure how your stomach would handle a big meal right away. I dipped a spoonful and put it to Andy's lips. He opened his mouth, and let me feed him the soup. "Tastes great!" he said hoarsely, grinning at me, while I spooned some more soup from the mug. I smiled. Silently I spooned a few more mouthfuls of soup for him. Then I picked up the dinner roll and held that to his mouth. He bit it as best he could. After he'd swallowed that, I gave him some chocolate milk. I fed Andy like this for about 5 minutes, but then he started to look tired, and didn't seem as hungry. He'd eaten most of the soup and roll. I asked him if he'd had enough, and he nodded. I took the extra pillows out from behind him and gently lowered him back into a lying position. As I started to pick up the tray, he put his hand on my arm. I looked back at him. Softly he rasped, "Thank you John, you saved my life!" I could see he had tears in his eyes. I was blinking back my own tears as I sat back down and looked at him. "You're not strong enough for this conversation yet Andy, so we'll have it when you're doing better." I said, "But you need to know that I realize you wouldn't be in the situation you're in now, if it wasn't for me. If I hadn't shagged Laney, none of this would've happened. That was a mistake. I never meant for it to happen, it just did. I'm so sorry I did it. I know how much I hurt you and I'm so sorry. It's you I love, not Laney! Laney and I are just friends! And I promise that if you can find it in your heart to forgive me and take me back, I'll never do anything to ever hurt you again! I love you Andy! You're my life! Now, try to rest a bit more, till we go to the hospital in a little while." I bent down and kissed him on the forehead, and wiped some tears from his cheeks. As I stood up, Andy touched my hand. I looked down at him. He was smiling. His voice still hoarse, he whispered, "I forgive you, and I love you and want you too!" My eyes filled with tears. I sank to my knees and leaned into the crook of Andy's uninjured arm, being careful of his hurt hand, and wept. I felt Andy gently trying to rub my back as I cried. After a minute or so, I stopped crying and pulled back from Andy, and got up. Smiling down at him I said "I don't deserve you, but I love you so much!" "I love you too!" he rasped grinning. I picked up the tray and went into the hall. Harry and Jacob were sitting on the floor outside my door. They'd obviously been listening. Jacob was smiling as he looked up at me, but Harry, who was sitting next to him was staring at the floor miserably, with tears in his eyes. When Jacob saw me looking at him, he looked too. Apparently he hadn't realized Harry was upset. "Jake, would you please take this downstairs for me?" I asked. Without answering, he got up and took the tray from me, looking at me with a confused look on his face. I winked at him, and nudged him toward the stairs. As he started down them, I sat down next to Harry and put my arm around him. He didn't look up. "I know you're upset about things, can we talk about it?" I said. His lips were trembling, as he looked up at me. I was surprised when he let me pull him toward me and hold him, as he started to cry. I held him while he sobbed quietly a couple minutes. When he seemed to have calmed down, I kissed him on the top of his head. He sat back up, looking up at me, his face wet with tears. I smiled wanly, as I wiped his face dry with the palm of my hand. "C'mon, let's go talk," I said. We both got up off the floor and I put my hand on his shoulder and directed him into Jacob's room. I closed the door behind us and went and sat next to him on the edge of Jacob's bed, where he'd sat down. Harry was staring blankly at his hands in his lap, so I began with "I know there's some issues we need to discuss, and I know I'm the cause of them. Before we start, I want you to know, I never meant to hurt you, or your sister. I love you like a brother, and I love your sister as a close friend. I'm sorry I hurt you, and want to do whatever is necessary, so we can be friends again." Harry was quiet for a moment, but then he sighed and said, "I know. Jacob's been talking to me about it. And then Andy said not to be mad at you. It's just that..." and he was silent again. So Andy had been talking to them when I brought his food up! "What Harry? Talk to me." I said. Harry was quiet a few seconds, then he blurted "It's just that Laney is in love with you, and thinks you love her now!" I sat thinking for a moment. Finally I said, "Laney is in love with me?" Harry looked up at me and said sadly, "Yeah, and I know now you really do love Andy, and I think that's great, but what about Laney? She's gonna be hurt. I'm so confused." "Harry," I said, "I think Laney knows that she and I can only ever be just 'good friends'. But listen, I'll talk to her about things. I'll fix them. I promise. If she is in love with me, she will be hurt I expect, and I'm really sorry about that. But Harry, Laney never really had me as a boyfriend. Deep down she knows that. I can tell. Even if she does love me, I believe she knows that while I love her as a friend, I don't love her romantically. She knows when we shagged it wasn't love, it was just sex." "You really think so?" he said looking at me. "Yes I do," I said. "But what if she got pregnant?" he said. I snickered and said, "Don't let on to your parents, or even to her that I told you this, but she's on the pill, so relax." "No she's not!" he said. I said, "Yeah she is, she told me she is. It's probably not something she'd share with you." "She can't take the pill," Harry said, looking at me seriously, "she tried before and something happened, she had to stop." I looked at Harry, a bit confused now, and said, "well, maybe she's on a different one now. Look - don't worry about it, I'll talk to her." "Well, OK," Harry said, as I smiled benignly at him, but began to get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. "John?" Harry said. "Yeah?" I said. "I'm sorry I was so hard on you about this. It just hurt me that someone I thought of as a brother, could hurt my sister so much," he said. "I understand Harry, and don't worry about it. I'm just glad we're talking again. I'll fix things with Laney. I love you a lot Harry! You are just like my brother!" I said. "I love you too!" he said and turned and put his arms around me and hugged me. Just then there was a tap on the door. "C'mon in," I called. It was Jacob, who beamed when he opened the door and saw Harry and I hugging. "That's more like it," he said, "but you'll have to hold off on sex till later - the oven timer just went off." We all laughed. "Good, let's eat!" I said, and got up. First I checked Andy quickly, but he was dozing again, so I ran down to the kitchen. Jacob was pulling the pans of fish and chips from the oven as I arrived. We each loaded up a plateful, and I pulled three bottles of soda from the refrigerator for us, then we sat down to eat. "I'm glad you two are friends again," Jacob said to me and Harry. I said, "yeah, now all I have to do is fix things with you." "Not necessary," Jacob said, "I'm OK now, you said it all in the shower the other morning! And a few other times. I may not have been talking to you, but I was listening." I grinned at Jacob, as my eyes watered a bit. "In the shower eh?" Harry said, grinning. "Aw shit!" I said, wiping my eyes, "I guess things are getting back to normal." All of us laughed. The rest of the meal was a constant banter between the three of us, just like old times. After we'd eaten, and were picking up, I grabbed both boys and hugged them to me and kissed them both on the tops of their heads. "I love you guys so much!" I said, "Thanks for being my brothers again!" They both hugged me tight then. As our hug broke up, I said, "I gotta get Andy to the hospital for X-rays now guys." "What can we do?" asked Jacob. "Well, I don't see any reason for you to come to the hospital and have to sit around waiting. So just help me get him ready, do the dishes, then maybe take Jack for a quick walk down the street and back." We all went upstairs, and found Andy awake, and looking uncomfortable. Jack was lying on the bed next to him, looking at him. "What's hurting?" I asked. "Everything," Andy barely whispered. I felt his forehead, he was hotter again, and he seemed to be shivering. The aspirin were due to wear off, so I gave him some more. "Erm, John, I need to use the loo," he said. I grinned and pulled the blanket off him. Then I picked him up, and carefully, walked through the door into the hall, and into the bathroom. The toilet seat was up, but, Jacob slithered in and put it down, so I could set Andy down on the "throne". Andy looked a bit embarassed, as I was steadying him. I winked at Jacob and told him to go find some sweat pants, briefs, a zip up sweat shirt of mine, and the right sneaker to my spare pair and one sock. He left and shut the door behind us. "This is so embarassing," Andy rasped, as I held him steady. "Fuck you! We've shared a bathroom loads of times - now go already," I said, snickering. I heard him pissing, then he strained a moment, and there were a couple of splashes. "Done" he said after a few seconds, and he looked at me miserably, "I can't wipe," he added, turning red. I smiled, pulled some toilet tissue and reached behind and under him, and wiped his butt for him. I repeated the process once more, to make sure he was good and clean. Then I flushed, reached over and opened the door. I picked him up and carried him back to my bed. Jacob and Harry had found the clothes I'd asked them to find, so gently I dressed Andy. The only difficult part was the briefs and sweat pants. Jacob and Harry helped pull them up, while I lifted Andy up off the bed and stood him on his one good foot, and steadied him. Then we sat him down and put the shirt, sock and shoe on him. "What about his bad ankle?" Harry asked. "Get me a bath towel, please," I said. He went and got one and I gently wrapped it around his ankle and foot. Then I pulled a plastic bag out of my waste basket - it was empty. I pulled that over the towel, and asked Jacob to hand me a rubberband from my desk, which I slid up and over the bag, holding it in place. Finally, I pulled out a big parka of mine and we put that on Andy. It was big enough that his hands were hidden in the sleeves and he didn't need gloves, which wouldn't have fit anyway, as both hands were swollen. I put a wool hat on him, and he was set to go. I threw on my jacket, and picked Andy up and carried him down to the back door. Jacob held it open for me, while Harry zipped out to open the back door of the car. I put Andy in, then got into the driver's seat, as the boys raced back into the house. At the hospital, I ran in and got a wheelchair and took it to the car and put Andy in it, then rolled him into the Emergency Room and signed him in. "How're we to pay for this?" Andy asked, with alarm, as we sat in the waiting area of the Emergency Room. I pulled his health insurance card from my pocket. "Where'd -" he began, but I cut him off. "I raided your wallet," I said. "Thought it'd been stolen," he said, smiling a little. I wondered if they'd treat Andy, as he was only 17. When they called his name, I went up to the window and left him in his wheelchair, and filled out his paperwork. It had a spot for a parent or guardian's signature, if the patient was under 18. I was panicking as I finished the form. Not sure what to do, I scrawled my own signature on the line. The nurse looked at it, and at me, and said "so you're his guardian?" "Yes - I'm his older half brother," I lied, "our parents are away, I'm in charge of the two of us, while they're gone, and my brother needs medical attention now!" She stared at me dubiously, but then said for me to wheel him back. I was surprised, she dropped it, and hadn't even asked me for ID! I went and whispered to Andy that I was his older half-brother if they asked. He grinned. I wheeled Andy into a room, and the nurse checked his temperature, and blood pressure, both were high. She took down all his complaints, and looked at me and said "how and when was he injured?" "He fell down a flight of stairs yesterday, but he wouldn't let me bring him in to be checked until now," I lied again. Andy looked at me with saucers for eyes. "Next time you get him here immediately!" she said, glaring at me. "Yes maam," I said. She got up and left. I looked at Andy and said, "I need to ask you something and I need an honest answer, even if it's yes. It's OK if it is." I said. He looked at me worriedly. I said "Did you have sex of any kind with anyone?" His eyes filled with tears as he shook his head no. I pulled his chin up, so he could look at me. I said, "Really, it's OK if you did, I just have to know so they can take care of you." "NO!" he squeaked. "OK then, that's all I needed to know," I said, as I knelt down, relieved, and gently hugged him, then wiped his face dry. When I stood up, he looked at me with a hurt and confused look. "Evan told me what Devon asked you to do, and said that you'd acted like you might do it. He knew you were desperate, and didn't want to. And I don't know what you've had to do to survive, this last week. With where you were staying, and all your injuries, and your throat, well, it was a possible conclusion a person could jump to. I know you'd never want to. I was just afraid someone might have forced you to - that's all." I said. "Well, it didn't happen! Ever!" Andy whispered vehemently, looking at me, his eyes still wet. "I believe you Andy, and even if it had happened, I'd still love and respect you!" I said. Tears rolled down his cheeks again, which I wiped off. "C'mon, you need to dry up for the doctors," I said, "otherwise they'll think I beat you or something!" He smiled then. A doctor arrived in a bit, looked Andy over, berated me for not bringing him in the day before, then had him shipped off for X-rays. I was told to wait in his room. He was gone about 45 minutes. When they came back, another doctor was with him, and they had the X-rays of his left leg, his left wrist, his right hand, and his ribs. It turned out his ankle wasn't broken, but the lower leg bone just above the ankle was. His left wrist was broken, A bone in his right hand was broken, and he had 5 cracked ribs. They put casts on his leg, left arm, and right hand, taped his trunk tightly, much to Andy's discomfort, cleaned up some of his cuts, and gave him a tetanus shot. They also gave us a prescription for antibiotics and pain killers. I was told to take him home and keep him in bed. I was given a laundry list of instructions on how to care for him. And, I was to call the orthopedic doctor and a dentist the next day for appointments. On the drive home, Andy told me that in the X-ray room, two doctors and a woman in a suit questioned him thoroughly on how he got injured. He had had to tell an elaborate story about the stairs he fell down. "I think they thought you hurt me," he snickered. I chuckled and said, you'll have to fill me in on the story tomorrow, in case someone asks again. We stopped at a 24-hour Boots Apothecary on our way home and I had Andy's prescriptions filled. At home, Harry and Jacob held the doors, while I got Andy in, and back up to my room. I got him undressed, carried him to the loo, again. It was a bit more difficult with a full leg cast. As he sat on the toilet, I brushed his remaining teeth for him, and washed him off with a washcloth. Then I carried him back to bed and put him under the covers. I gave him a pain killer and his antibiotic, then tucked him in. He fell asleep before I could even kiss him goodnight. I got undressed, got a towel, then went into the bathroom to take a shower. As I was sudsing up, and contemplating masturbating, the shower curtain moved a bit. I looked, and there were Jacob and Harry staring through the crack at me. They both grinned, and pulled the curtain back. They were standing there naked, both with rigid boners pointing at me. I snickered, as they both giggled, and climbed into the tub with me, one on each side of me! "What're you guys up to?" I asked, snickering again. "We've missed you!" Jacob said, grinning. Then their hands started to molest my genitals and ass. I was hard instantly. Jacob pulled the hand-held showerhead down and rinsed me clean. He replaced the showerhead, then he knelt in front of me, while Harry knelt behind me. Immediately, I felt the end of my dick being engulfed in Jacob's hot mouth. He began sucking up and down my rod, while he fondled my balls. At the same time, I felt Harry parting my ass cheeks, and suddenly, his tongue was washing my asshole! "OH God!" I groaned, as the boys both went to work on me. It felt great to have both my cock and my asshole being worked on at the same time, especially by Jacob and Harry! I knew it wouldn't take long for me to get off. I could feel my fluids starting to churn already. They kept at it for a half minute or so, then I felt Harry's tongue stab through my sphincter, and that was all I needed, "Oh Fuck Harry! I'm gonna cu-", I began, but it was too late to warn Jacob, as I gripped the grab-bar and began squirting my load into his mouth. He swallowed hungrily, as Harry kept on licking my hole, and I pumped load after load of cum into Jacob's mouth. Eventually, my orgasm ended, but I had to push both of them off me. They grinned up at me, as I panted, and sank down into the tub between them. "Shit you guys are good," I said, "your turn now. Go on, stand up!" They grinned and stood up. Then I began sucking one, then the other's cock. I went back and forth sucking on them, and massaging their assholes with my finger, till I knew they both were ready to shoot. I was sucking on Jacob, and working his asshole over, as he leaned over me and kissed Harry. Then he began ejaculating into my mouth. He shuddered and moaned, as he squirted 4-5 gobs of cum into my mouth, which I swallowed. When he'd finished, I turned my attention back to Harry, and sucked his throbbing cock into my mouth again, and began sucking on it some more. I wormed my middle finger between his ass cheeks again and found his hole, and pressed gently, and before I could insert my finger through his sphincter, he started coming in my mouth. He too shot 4-5 delicious squirts of his boy juice down my throat as well, groaning as he did so. When he was finished, I stood up, and hugged the two smiling boys. Then we all soaped up and rinsed off. As we got out of the shower, Jacob asked me if I'd like to sleep with them for the night. Tears welled in my eyes. "I'd love to guys, but I better be with Andy, in case he needs something," I said. "We thought that," Harry said, somewhat dejectedly. I smiled and said, "C'mon, I can snuggle with you a bit first though!" They both grinned. I checked Andy. He was snoozing peacefully, with Jack on the floor at his side. Then I followed Jacob and Harry into Jacob's room and crawled into bed between their nude bodies. It felt wonderful to snuggle with the naked boys! We laid together for a while, talking, and just enjoying snuggling with each other. We were all yawning before long though, so I told them I loved them, and kissed them. Then I went to join Andy. They were disappointed, but happy. The both grinned, at me as I headed to my room. Andy was still sleeping peacefully, as I crawled into bed next to him. I fell asleep right away myself... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.