Date: Sat, 16 Feb 2002 16:50:04 EST
From: DH2@aol.com
Subject: The New dad Part 3

The New Dad
Part 3

story written by DH2

This story may contain teen/teen or teen/adult male consensual sex if this
not something you wish to read than DON'T. IF you are under the legal age
of consent, stop reading now. This is for adults only! This is a story
fabricated by me and is only a story.

Cody, age 13, Paul, 14, Bob, 24 and a surprise.

Dad:
	I watched in a daze, as Paul walked from my bedroom. He had given me the
ride of my life leaving nothing untouched. He had sucked me dry. And then after
a loving hug, left me for the night. This was one of the rules that the boys and
I had agreed upon. We could play together, but school nights we slept alone. He
and Cody had lost so much. Now they were giving me all their attention. They
both gave me all the love they had. I wonder if the little that I gave them was
enough. My love for the boys was endless, but I was still a little hesitant, shy
and yes scared of what these two teens wanted from me. I, as their New Father
must give then the love and discipline that would be needed to make them into
the proud adults that their parents could have been proud of. The boys also had
their own ideas of what they wanted in this time of their lives. Our first
weekend at the cabin had been an exciting time for all. I think that the boys
were a little scared of my reaction to what they had been doing behind their
closed door. Both boys had been experimenting on each other. Both boys could
suck a cock better than some adults could. They both had placed fingers in their
partner bottoms, but no actual anal sex. Both enjoyed a playful spanking. One of
the scariest things that I was asked about by the boys was about tying each
other up. It seems that the boys liked to tie each other spread eagle on their
beds. The problem was the rope burns that they got when they did it. They had
found that a pair of socks left on their feet and a pair on their hands took
care of the problem. They wanted a better answer to the problem. I loved hearing
them talk, and told them that I liked their inventiveness. I also told them that
their father had tried bondage in his teens. I told them that we could look into
a set of wrist and ankle restraints sometime in the future, eliminating their
rope burn problem. Now that Cody and Paul knew that I wasn't upset about their
experimenting, the boys asked me to be their new teacher. They wanted to try
more things, but wanted to do it safely with my help. I agreed that was a good
idea and started laying the groundwork of rules for safe play. Cody at the age
of thirteen was to be my biggest challenge. Paul wanted to learn more things,
but Cody seemed to be the most persistent for the topic of bondage. He must have
asked twenty questions that night about bondage and another ten about sex. He
was also the one that had the biggest appetite for physical contact. I answered
all the questions that I could and assured him that I would research the rest. I
did lay down the law that the web sites for adults only were now to be visited
ONLY with my knowledge and consent. Breaking of the rule would lead to NO
COMPUTER for a month.
Cody:
	I love being tied up spread eagle on my bed. Paul and I have played that
way for a year now. We call it playing hostage. Paul says that I am better at
tying knots then him. I think he says that because he is scared that he tying me
too tight and will hurt me. I have dreamed of being a slave, tied and spanked. I
woke up after one dream with cum filled boxer shorts. My question is, "Why do I
like to dream of that?" I just haven't come to an appropriate answer yet. Paul
loves to play spank me. I get so excited that he just can't believe it. I have
cum in his lap, while he was giving me one of his spankings. Paul must have
laughed at me for five minuets that day. He has never let me forget that day,
and truthfully, I love to be reminded. I love my brother with all my heart and
my new Dad is a close second. I really miss my mother and father a lot, but my
new life will be very special, I think.  Paul and I must sit down and
figure out the rules that we want in our lives. Our new Dad said that we could
set up the rules. ALL of us would have to agree to the rules so that we were in
complete agreement. The rules must include discipline. Our father had started
using a belt on our bare bottoms. Our new Dad said that would still happen, just
not as often. Our new Dad said that he believed that we all could form a strong
bond. The use of corporal Punishment was only to be a small part of that bond.
Now, I hope that we can find that special ground where love and discipline are
accepted by us all.
Paul:
	I fell to sleep last night knowing that my new dad loved me. He had
already proven that in simple actions. I knew that no matter what the problem he
would help me or my brother. If he couldn't do it himself he would find someone
like my math tutor to help. I still miss my mother and father. But, I know that
they would not be happy if I didn't get on with my life. With that thought I
fell to sleep in peace. I awoke the next morning realizing that I no longer had
to dread going to school. My fear of failing math was gone with the knowledge
that I had my tutor to keep my grade up. My feeling of being a failure was
almost gone. I was sure that I would succeed in passing that math class along
with my grade. I could hear my new Dad in the shower. I walked to my brother's
room and woke him with a gentle poke in the ribs. He groaned, but was getting up
from the bed as I walked to the kitchen. I started coffee brewing and got out,
orange juice milk and the assorted cold cereal that was to be our breakfast. The
coffee was brewed when Dad and Cody walked into the kitchen. Dad gave me a hug
and a kiss with a "good morning" and a big smile. I guess that coffee made me a
few extra points with my new dad. I just hope that Moms lesson was remembered.
The test was yet come, if he drank it, I passed, if he didn't I guess I'd need a
refresher course on coffee 101. His smile never left his face after that first
sip. Yes, I did it right, I passed, Thanks Mom.
Dad:
	I stood in the shower that second weekday morning of the boys living in my
home. I was totally confused. I started with thoughts of Cody, and then in the
middle of that thought of Paul. I never completed one thought before another was
started. I need my morning coffee, should have started it before I showered. I
must get on with planning of a number of things. I must contact the insurance
company and the attorney about the boy's parents estate, the boy's inheritance.
I must talk to the boys about a summer vacation. We could go hiking and camping
if they really want to. I love to hike and they seemed to enjoy it last weekend.
My thoughts were again interrupted when Cody knocked and asked to if he could
come in and use the toilet. He really needed to pee. I told him to come ahead,
just don't flush for I didn't want to get scalded. I finished my shower and got
out to dry, as Cody finished his morning pee. We talked of school, his report on
slavery that he was working on, and things that we needed to get accomplished
when we got home tonight. Cody and I walked to the kitchen together. I couldn't
believe it; the smell of coffee was in the air. I was real happy and wearing a
big smile when we entered the kitchen. Paul had done some magic; I poured coffee
in a cup. I hugged Paul and gave him a kiss and smile. You would have thought I
gave him a million dollars. He watched me take the first sip of coffee with a
nervous smile and then his face lit up as I continued to finish the whole cup.
He made better coffee then I do. Breakfast was a quiet event. We all had our own
thoughts as we finished the cereal and juice or coffee for me. I planned some of
the things for my day. With your own business, it never works out exactly the
way you plan TOO many unknown things for the equation. The time was quarter past
seven; little did I know that at that moment, my day and all our lives had just
been changed without our knowledge. I dropped the boys off at school, having
confirmed our plan for Paul to ride the bus to Mr. Johnson's for more math help,
and Cody would take the bus to the Store and ride home with me. We would pick
Paul up from his lesson on the way home. My dashboard clock read half past eight
when I arrived at the store. The police car parked in my parking lot was highly
unusual, but I thought, perhaps he was an early customer.
	At the tender age of nine years old, Ryan knew what child abuse was. In a
fit of temper, last night, his father used a belt on his young bare bottom until
it was bleeding. Ryan had thought of running away from home, but could think of
no where to run. His bottom hurt so much that he wasn't sure he could have
run or if he could get out of the house. After he had finished with using
the belt on Ryan, his father had locked Ryan in his room. The man then
started beating on his wife. Ryan's mother was too small to do much accept
take the beating. It was seven o'clock the next morning that Ryan's mother
made the decision to call the police. She couldn't let Ryan get another
beating, it was sure to kill him. She thought that her husband was still
asleep, but he wasn't. She made the call, the police were coming, but it
was to be her last thing that she did on this green earth for her young
son. When she put the phone down, and looked up, there was her husband
stood. The pistol never wavered. He shot his wife in the head as the Police
car stopped in the driveway.
Police Officer Tom Brown
I heard a shot and a moment later a second shot. I called for back-up and
checked through a window. I knew that there were only three occupants in the
house. I could see a woman on the floor and a man beside her. The gun lay beside
the fallen man. I called for an ambulance and opened the front door as more
officers converged on the address. We check the house carefully. I found Ryan,
hiding in the closet, crying and scared to death. For Ryan the abuse was over,
but he was now an orphan. I found Ryan at ten minutes past seven this fateful
day. The ambulance took over and took him for treatment at the hospital at
quarter past seven. The official letter was found at half past seven. That
letter was to trigger a series of unusual events. The letter requested the
immediate notification of Attorney at Law, James Button, in case of the death of
both parents. The Department of Child Welfare was notified of Ryan's health and
the murder, suicide of his parents. The department was also given the letter of
requested notification. James Button was notified of the death of the parents
and Ryan's abuse at five after eight that morning. He informed the Social
Services that he had legal Court documents that would place Ryan in a secure and
loving home. I was then asked to go to a computer store and find the owner, Bob
Smith. I was to explain the details of what had happened that morning and then
have him contact Mr. Button. I watched as Bob Smith entered the store parking
lot. He had a large smile on his face as I approached him. I watched as his
smile disappeared. I explained what had happened and watched the face for
reaction. The face showed shock, as tears started, in the eyes, then a look of
disbelief and finally of total disgust.  I knew then that this man could give
Ryan the love that he would need. I was in complete amazement of the events that
morning. The red tape and bureaucracy had been dissolved. The normal course of
action would have taken days to get this far. This had all happened in one and
one half-hours. Miracles shall never cease to amaze me.
Bob:
	I greeted Officer Brown that morning, thinking that he was just an early
customer. I then listened as he explained his official reason for his presence.
I have never been a good poker player. Everyone knows that I wear my true
emotions on my face. I started with total shock at the waste of two lives by
murder and then the cowardly suicide. I then felt the total contempt for a
father that would beat a nine-year-old son with a belt. The spanking was Abuse,
pure and simple. Discipline was one thing, Abuse was another. Using a belt as
the officer described it was totally uncalled for. Then, Officer Brown really
got my attention. He informed me that I needed to call an attorney name James
Button. The officer had been told that I had been named as Ryan's guardian. How
could that be possible? I called the attorney, and he asked that I come to his
office immediately. I asked for details, but he said "Not on the phone". He also
made it very clear that this must be taken care of this morning. I made the
arrangements with my store manager to be gone for the day. She could call me on
my cell phone if necessary. I had only Officer Brown's words to go on. I had no
real idea why this was so important. I walked into Mr. Button's office and
listened as the man spoke. I couldn't believe my ears; this had to be a dream or
nightmare.
Ryan:
	The officer that found me picked me up from the closet and carried me to
an ambulance outside our home. I heard people talking, but paid no attention. I
remember being laid on my side as someone check me over in the ambulance. The
next thing was we were moving down the street. I was asked a lot of questions. I
answered all that I could. The next minute we were at the hospital and a doctor
was asking me what had happened to me. I told him the truth, not caring what was
going to happen to Dad. The doctor gave me a shot and that was the last thing
that I remembered, until I awoke to see a stranger sitting next to my hospital
bed.
Cody:
	I heard the whispers as I walked down the hall at school. Two people were
dead and a boy in the hospital. It was in my second class of the day that our
teacher informed us that the story was about my good friend, Ryan. Ryan's father
had abused him and killed his mother, before killing himself. I have known Ryan
since the day he was born. Four years younger than me, and still one of my best
friends. We have done a lot of things together, including camping in our back
yards. His father was always a little too rough on Ryan. My own father had
threatened to turn him into the police if he didn't stop the abuse. As I sat
there in class, I started to cry for my best friend. When my teacher asked about
my tears, I explained for the whole class. I found that my true friends
supported me that day, only the fools thought of me as a baby. At the end of
class, moving down the hall I saw my brother Paul. Paul and I talked about
Ryan, and wondered how badly he had been hurt. We hoped that someone would take
good care of our friend, for he would need a lot of love. Someone to give him a
chance at a better life.
Bob:
	Why had this mother picked me to be guardian of her child? I had never
really known her. The letter that Mr. Button gave to me from Ryan's mother
stated that she had made her decision based on some simple facts and hoped that
I would understand. The first thing was that Ryan was a very good friend of my
new son Cody. Ryan knew and got along with my second son, Paul. The second
reason was my interaction with my two new sons. She had seen my loving and
caring for the boys the day of my brothers funeral. Ryan's mother contacted Mr.
Button the day after the funeral and set the wheels in motion. She had court
documents signed by a judge, giving me permanent custody of Ryan. Ryan's father
had signed the document as well. The death of herself and her husband would
leave Ryan without a guardian. She had purposely made certain that would never
happen. The only thing that she gambled on was my acceptance of her son. She had
told Mr. Button that she was positive that I could and would accept the
challenge of raising her son. As I finished the letter, Mr. Button handed me a
manila folder. I opened the folder to find the court papers, all signed. Mr.
Button told me that Social Services could still investigate, but it was unlikely
that they could break the documents, since it was the parent's last request. The
judge had signed those papers over a month ago. I never thought that children
were to be a part of my life. I love all boys with a passion, but being gay, I
never thought this could happen. I wonder what my sons, Cody and Paul will think
of this development in their lives. We haven't had time to settle in to our new
lives together and now we add another. It was time to see what my new boy looked
like and how long he was to be in the hospital.
	Rules of emergency medicine are made to protect the patient. But, one of
those rules allows for the treatment of a minor child without an adult
signature, if the adult isn't available. The police and social service made it
very plain that this was one of those cases and the doctor had acted
accordingly. The emergency room doctor that morning asked Ryan only the
absolutely necessary questions. He could see that Ryan was in a lot of pain. X-
rays were taken and then after checking the boy over carefully, a single shot
was given. A shot that put the boy to sleep. I arrived an hour after that shot.
I informed the doctor that I was now Ryan's guardian. He informed me after
looking at my court papers, that Ryan was going to be a very sore boy. Ryan had
bruising to his ribs and stomach area, but his bottom was the worst. The belt
had left lacerations, but the bruising had turned his bottom into a black mass.
He had cleaned Ryan's bottom up completely and covered it with an anti-biotic
cream to fight infection. After, Ryan woke up he would stay on minor pain
medication until he was released from the hospital. That release could be
tomorrow, if his condition allowed, but there would be no school for at least
one week. I walked into the Ryan's room stunned by what I had heard. Lying in
the bed was a boy lover's dream. Blond hair cut short in the style most boys
were wearing. Ryan couldn't have weighed sixty pounds. His eyes were closed, but
the doctor told me to beware. This boy had the most intense blue eyes that he
had ever seen in the world. It was to be three hours before Ryan would wake up
and see me sitting next to him. I asked about a cup of coffee and was given
directions to a small coffee shop. I told the nurse that I would be right back.
I called the store and talked to my store manager and found out that everything
was quiet. She was having no problems and would call if something came up that
needed my attention. I bought a large coffee and a donut and went back to see if
my newest son was awake yet. I wanted to be there for him when he woke up. The
doctor said that no one had told the boy that both his parents were gone. The
doctor had assumed that Ryan had known. Officer Brown hadn't told him. I decided
that I must be sure that Ryan understood that they were gone and that he knew
that he didn't have to worry about a home.
Paul:
	Cody and a bunch of our friends settled at a lunch table. We had heard
that our friend Ryan was in the hospital and that his father had killed Ryan's
mother and himself that morning. After, a lot of heated discussion, a teacher
asked us to tone it down a little. The one thing that we all agreed on was that
we hope that our friend was going to be all right. A lot of Ryan's friends
thought that he might be better off now than he had been. I do know that Ryan
had always been scared of his father and that this wasn't the first time he had
been beaten. I could only hope that Ryan got to be with a loving and caring
family, just like me.
Bob:
	As I sat by Ryan's bed watching him sleep; I made plans for him a room to
sleep in at home. I would need to recruit the boys to help clean my storage room
out. It would give me a reason to throw out a bunch of junk. I thought again of
my two sons, I would need to do some thinking, before they left school today.
Should, I get them both from school or let them do what we had planned? I looked
up at Ryan to see two very intense blue eyes looking at me. Ryan wore that look
of a very frightened and confused little boy. One thing I noticed in those eyes,
he was ready to fight. "Hi, Ryan. My Name is Bob Smith. I am Cody and Paul's
new Dad." I saw the look of relief come to his face. But he was still very alert
and ready. "Ryan, I won't lie to you about anything. I expect the same from
you. I know that my boys are good friends with you. I need you to trust me
and listen to what I need to tell you." I saw a slight frown at my choice of
words. I moved my hand out so that I could lightly hold on to Ryan's hand.
"Ryan, I have some very bad news for you. Ryan, this morning your mother
called the police to tell them about your being abused. She also told them
that your father had beaten her last night. She asked that they come and
arrest him. Just as Officer Brown got to your house there were gun shots.
"Ryan, Your father killed your mom and then killed himself." I thought that Ryan
was going to break my hand he gripped it so tight. He broke down and cried as I
held on to his hand and he held onto my mine. I got up slowly from my chair and
hugged him to me. When he had settled down I continued talking to him. "Ryan, I
am very sorry about what happened to your parents." Ryan, your mother was a
very smart lady. "Your mom made arrangements for you to have a place to stay. A place where she felt that you could grow and be loved." I knew that look on
Ryan's face, the look of confusion and mild hope that something good might
happen, even with all the pain. Cody still gets that look when he remembers
something about his parents. "Ryan, you will be living with Cody, Paul and I at
our house. I hope that we can become a family together." The look on his face
changed, he wanted my offer so badly he could taste it.
Ryan:
	I was on an emotional roller coaster. I was afraid of this stranger, until
he said he was Cody's new Dad. Then I remembered where I had seen him before. I
felt a little safer knowing he who he was. Cody had told me that he was great.
Then he told me about Mom and Dad. I couldn't believe that my father was so
selfish. He had ruined my life one last time this morning. He just couldn't
leave Mom alone, with me. He always said that I would die without my mother to
protect me. Mom had died protecting me, for that I will always be grateful. I
hope that father rots in hell. I was crying so hard, they could hear me across
town probably. Then, this man was holding me. My father had rarely hugged me. I
really felt better when he said that I would live with him, Cody and Paul. I
hoped he was right when he said that we would be a family. "Sir, I would like it
a lot, if you would let me live with you and the boys. I promise to be good
and I won't be a problem. You won't even know that I am there." The look on
Mr. Smith face was one of amazement. I wasn't sure what I had said to cause
that.
Bob:
	"Ryan, you will be living with us. You will have a room of your own
to sleep in and keep clean. You will have some chores to do, just like the
other boys do. I expect that you will behave. If you don't behave you will
be punished. I also expect that you to act like any other nine-year-old boy
would growing up." I sat and talked to Ryan till he had fallen back to
sleep. I looked at my watch and realized that Cody would be out of school
soon. I quietly left the room and explained to the nurse that I had to go
to my store and get my son. I also had to make the arrangements for the
next week at the store. I would need to stay home with Ryan since he would
not be allowed to go back to school. I told the nurse to tell Ryan if he
woke up that I would be back, but not to speak of my sons. I wanted Ryan to
be surprised when Cody and Paul walked in.
	I got to the store and looked over some papers that my manager had
laid on my desk. I called my manager over and we discussed my being gone
for the next ten days. We decide between us that she would call me each
night to update me on the events of the day. She would call me during the
day only if she a major problem that she couldn't handle. I know for a fact
that she didn't need me very often, she was the best in three counties. I
call Frank Johnson and made arrangements with him to explain to Paul about
Ryan. Frank would bring Paul to me at the hospital after the math tutoring
session was over. I told Frank about Ryan being my newest family member,
but told him not to tell Paul. I wanted to do that myself.  Frank said that
he would help in any way that I needed. I thanked him and was just putting
the phone down when I saw Cody come into the store with a very determined
look on his young teen face.
Cody:
	I left school and got onto the School bus that would take me to Dad's
store. I thought about Ryan during the ride and was determined that I would get
Dad to find out about his injuries and take me to see my friend if possible. I
was ready and determined to fight for the answers. When I saw my new dad setting
at his desk a quiet calm came over me. I was still determined, but realized that
Dad would do everything possible without me yelling. I gave Dad a hug and then
started my request. "Dad, My best friend Ryan is in the hospital. Could you
please call and find out how badly that he is hurt. I have been worried all
day." I watched as Dad shook his head. What was going on here? I was ready to
start the next phase of my assault, but Dad grabbed me and hugged me.
Dad:
	I couldn't believe my ears. The news of Ryan's hospitalization had reached
the school. I shook my head in amazement for a minute. I looked at Cody and saw
the storm clouds forming and knew that I had better defuse it in a hurry. I
pulled Cody into a hug as I looked into the eyes of an upset teenager. "Cody
just sit still, and listen for a couple of minutes. Cody, I don't need to call
the hospital. Ryan is a very sore boy, from where his father gave him a
beating. Ryan has some sore ribs and his stomach is a little tender. But it is
his bottom that is the worst. He won't be able to go back to school for the
next ten days. Ryan's father killed his wife and himself this morning." As I
spoke the expression on Cody's face softened. "Cody, I will always help you boys
in any way possible, as long as it is legal to do so. Cody, I wasn't shaking
my head, NO, earlier I was amazed that you knew about Ryan from school. Now,
do your homework and we will go see Ryan at the hospital." Cody jumped up from
my lap only to grab me in a hug and say thank you as he started his homework at
my conference table. He worked for about thirty minutes and then asked me to
look it over. It was well done and correct. I watched as he threw all his books
back into his backpack. We then left the store hand in hand to see Ryan.
Paul:
	I got off the bus at Mr. Johnson's house and walked up the driveway. Frank
was waiting with the front door open. I was thinking of Ryan and it must have
shown, because Frank asked what was on my mind. The smile on Frank's face as I
told him about Ryan, was a little strange. It was almost as if he knew what was
going to be said before I said it. When I finally stopped talking, Frank
told me about Ryan and the hospital. He also informed me that we were to meet
Dad and Cody at the hospital later. He would take me there after we had
completed my math. I jumped up and gave him a hug and thanked him. We worked
on my math for the half-hour that Frank had decided on and then we left for the
hospital.
Ryan:
	When I awoke from my nap, my new guardian was gone. The nurse
explained that he had to leave for a few minutes, but he had left me a
message that he would be back. I know that he owns the computer store and
that he is probably there. He would need to take care of business and not
me all the time. The nurse helped me out of my bed and watched as I walked
down the hall half way and back to my bed. The doctor wanted me to walk a
little to keep my muscles from cramping. I was sweating so badly that it
was running off me. I have never felt so weak in my life. The nurse helped
me change into a clean dry gown. When she reopened the door, I was
surprised to see Cody standing there with a great big grin on his face. Bob
came in and sat down in the chair and listened to Cody and I talk. Cody
talked about the happenings at school today and how everyone wanted to know
about my condition. Cody and I must have talked almost an hour and then
Paul walked in with another gentleman that I had never met before. I was
introduced to Frank Johnson and it was explained that he tutored Paul in
math. Frank had to get back home. Paul looked at me and smiled as he gave
his Dad a hug. I watched them carefully, wishing that I were the one
getting the hug.
Bob:
	I watched and listened to Cody talk to one of his best friends. Ryan did a
lot of listening, answering questions. He asked a few questions and things were
going well. Ryan had said nothing about my being his guardian. Frank walked in
with Paul and I introduce him to Ryan. I explained who he was and why Paul was
with him. After Frank had left to go home the fun started. Paul gave me a hug. I
could read the look on Ryan's face. He wanted that hug himself, he needed to
know that the boys were behind his coming to live with us. I whispered to Paul,
that he should carefully give his new brother a hug. I thought that Ryan really
needed it. Paul gave me a look of amazement and his eyes just sparkled. I gave
him a little push towards Ryan, as I reached out and pulled Cody to me. I looked
Cody in the eyes and whispered in his ear that Ryan needed a hug from his new
brother. I thought that I was going to need the doctor with the squeal of
delight that came from that boy. I watched as Cody hugged Ryan. Then when all
three were looking at me, I explained the history of my day and what I expected
in the near future.
Paul:
	I almost missed those whispered words. Give your new brother a hug? I
turned around and gave Ryan a hug and then it hit me. The penny finally dropped,
I knew then what he had meant. Cody squealed and I knew that Dad had told him.
Ryan would come to live with us and be my little brother. "Welcome, to our
family little brother."
Cody:
	I watched as Paul was pushed toward Ryan. He had a weird look in his eye,
as if something hadn't quite registered. Dad pulled me into his lap and
whispered. I know everyone heard my squeal of joy. Hope that I didn't hurt Dad
too much. As I turned to give my hug to my new brother, the look in Paul's face
showed that he had the same conclusion.
Ryan:
	It seemed to happen in slow motion. Paul hugged Bob and then was given a
push toward me. Paul had just given me a hug when Cody squealed. Before the hug
was complete, I heard the words that made my day complete. "Welcome, to our
family little brother." Cody hugged me and I could see the tears of joy in his
eyes. This was to be the start of a long recovery and a new life for me.
I would now have a New Dad and brothers.

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