Westcott Family Farm
By:
Nicholas Hall
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Chapter 5
“Whatever is not forbidden is permitted”
(Johann Friedrich Von Schiller)
It was well after seven-thirty before a supper of spaghetti and meatballs, washed down with over a gallon of milk, and fresh strawberries over vanilla ice cream was finished. The boys were full, their mother, freshly bathed and fed, looking much better and relaxed than when she arrived home earlier, slid back their chairs, and thanked Mrs. Williams. Without being asked, Robbie took charge of clearing the table, each of his brothers picking up their plates, glasses, and dinnerware and taking them to the kitchen, where once they located it, put them in the dishwasher. The serving dishes and cooking utensils joined the rest in the dishwasher.
Tasks completed, the boys returned to the dining room, where Andy announced he would get his medical bag and treat the sores and chafed spots on the boys before they went to bed.
“Are you a doctor?” Janet asked.
“No, a Physician’s Assistant,” Andy responded. “I work the Emergency Room department at the Regional Medical Center.”
Before she could say more, he quickly added, “After I’ve checked out the boys and treated them, could I give you a quick check as well?”
Janet didn’t respond, so Andy hustled the boys upstairs to the spare bedrooms while I started the laundry, emptying the basket and the laundry bag, Robbie brought in from the van, and put the first load in the washing machine. Looking over the clothes I sorted out into piles, it was clear to me it would take several loads and the boys were in definite need of new clothes, a situation I intended to correct in the morning.
Shortly after nine, Andy reappeared, announcing he was done with the boys, and they were in bed.
“I put Robbie, Davey, and Scotty in one room and Mattie, Eddie, and Jamie in the other. We’ll have to shop around for more beds, but for now, it’s three to a bed.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Janet responded, “they’re used to sleeping together and really prefer it.”
“Ready for a checkup?” Andy asked Janet.
She shook her head no, saying sadly, “I know what the situation is and I think you have a good idea as well.”
Janet went on to explain at first she thought she’d contracted AIDs through all of the unprotected sex she’d had over the years, but the doctors in Louisiana found not AIDs but a rapidly spreading and terminal cancer with a prognosis of approximately three to four months before she would succumb to the disease.
“That was a little over a month ago,” Janet said, “so I started for home, hoping when I died, Mom and Dad would be kind enough to raise the boys for me, but that option is out now!”
I was quite saddened by the news, remembering how their mother suffered from the disease, stepped over to where she was seated on the couch, wrapped her in my arms telling her, “Janet, you know very well Andy and I will take the boys and raise them as our own, so don’t you worry about that!”
With that simple statement, we both began to cry, not only for the loss of each other, but for the comfort knowing the boys would be well taken care of.
As we calmed down a bit, Janet asked me if J.W. McClain was still the family attorney.
“No, but his son, Jimmy is.”
“Wasn’t he a friend of yours- a very special friend?”
I nodded; while in high school, Jimmy and I were fuck-buddies and enjoyed pronging and blowing each other on a regular basis. It never developed into real love, only a way to get our rocks off and after high school, each of us went our separate ways, although I did continue to employ the law firm for legal business.
“I need to talk to him and have some paper work drawn up if you and Andy are going to take the boys,” Janet said quietly. “I’d like to have guardianship signed over to you and adoption papers drawn up- as soon as possible.”
“I’m going to take the boys to town in the morning, after I get the day started here, to shop for clothes, so I could check with his office then,” I replied.
“And I’m going to insist you go with me to the clinic in the morning so they can check you over,” Andy insisted.
Janet leaned back into the couch, relief flooding her face, and said, “I need a drink!”
“So do I,” I chimed.
“Make it three,” echoed Andy.
Three brandy old-fashioned were soon in our hands! After a few minutes of silently enjoying our drinks, I asked, “What happened, Janet, to make you leave home so suddenly?”
“Apparently,” Janet began, “you and I inherited the Westcott gene for an insatiable itch that can only be satisfied by the intimate physical contact and sexual act of another person; in my case, the male of the species and in your case, the same!”
Janet began realizing her desires to engage in sex with boys about the time she turned twelve. It was a high school boy, employed as summer help on the farm, who took her virginity one day after work down on the swimming beach. She’d been wiggling her butt at him for several weeks and that particular late afternoon, after inviting him to lay with her on her beach towel, slipping her hands down his swim shorts, and encouraging him to twiddle with her twat with his fingers, finally secured him between her legs and rode his hard cock like a bronc rider in the rodeo. The feel of his in and out motions, rubbing the inside of her cunt, and the fantastic feeling of his cum shooting into her as she came, convinced her what happened was one of the most enjoyable experiences of her young life and made up her mind to take every opportunity to continue to enjoy it.
One boy led to another and another and she loved every minute and orgasmic eruption from their coitus.
“Wanton sex? Of course,” she explained as she laughed, the brandy beginning to work a bit on her inhibitions. “Raw and often, just like I loved it! Daddy caught me several times; lectured me, threatened me, but I just didn’t want to stop!”
How she never picked up an STD or became pregnant during those years was more luck than sense. It wasn’t until the summer before her senior year of high school, August in fact, at the end of the sweet corn season, when she treated three college boys who worked at the farm, to an all-night fuck-fest! Some time, during the multiple couplings, the little wigglers of one of the boys found its way up the chute and took root. It would’ve been difficult to say which boy exactly because, college boys being the lusty, sperm-filled, horny boys they are, each one filled her to capacity more than once with their baby maker juice.
Shortly after Christmas, it became evident to her parents she was pregnant!
“Dad and I had a real knock-down, drag-out battle,” she admitted with regrets. “One word led to another and finally in a fit of anger, I told him to stuff it, and walked out. I never even said goodbye to you, Jacob- just packed some things in a bag and high-tailed it!”
The only prospects she had for employment was the valuable, itchy patch of fur nestled in her crotch, guarding the magic highway for boys and men. She worked her way south, fucking and collecting nice fees for it. Janet was amazed at how many men preferred having sex with a pregnant woman and paid highly for the opportunity.
Robbie was born in Iowa and she continued south from there, baby on her hip, and usually a man each evening embedded between her legs. Davey was born in Arkansas; Scotty in Mississippi; Mattie, Eddie, and Jamie in Louisiana. When she wasn’t flat-backing, she picked up work as a waitress, where she not only picked up tips but customers for her real business as well.
“Didn’t you use any birth control methods such as the pill or condoms?” I inquired.
“Oh, I used the pill off and on, but then I’d forget and bingo, I’d be pregnant again. I didn’t use condoms because I really like the feel of skin on skin.”
“Sounds like your brother,” mused Andy.
“Well, after I had Jamie,” she added, “the doctor in the hospital tied my tubes, so that ended that.”
Opportunities to practice her most enjoyable occupation came fewer and fewer as she grew older and, as she was to find out, eventually sicker and sicker. It was when she found out she was terminally ill, she decided to head north and find a place for her sons.
Janet was starting on her third brandy and her choice of descriptive words became more and more basal, reverting to street speech, and words not generally used in polite company.
“The boys all inherited the Westcott genes,” she advised us, “including the size of their cocks – all except Mattie! If you look at him and compare his pecker to his brother, you’ll see what I mean.”
“Tell us about Mattie,” I asked, “he’s so quiet and an extremely good looking young man?”
“Mattie is the product of a session I had in Louisiana one night when five high school boys paid me five hundred dollars to introduce another boy to sex with woman. Damned good looking stud; stripped naked, well-fit, a happy grin on his face, and the biggest damned cock hanging between his legs I’d ever seen and it was soft. His balls hung low, were pretty good sized and, as I found out, well loaded! The boys called him ‘Simon,’ after ‘Simple Simon’ in the nursery rhyme. He never said a word while two of his buddies slicked him up with some lube and made him as stiff as a two-by four. I laid on my back, opened my legs and welcomed him in. His buddies pushed him forward, put the head of his dick at the right spot and told him to push. He just grinned so I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him closer hoping it’d help. The head of his pecker did start in, but he stopped. I heard another boy say Simon just needs some help and by the gods, stepped up behind him and shoved his dick up Simon’s ass. Simon’s eyes bulged out and with a grunt, he shoved forward, burying himself balls deep in me. Never, never have I had such pain and fear my guts were going to come unglued! With the other boy fucking him, it didn’t take long for both of them to get off. When Simon came, I thought he’d never quit. He’d swell, twitch, and shoot! How many times I don’t know; what I do know, I was leaking all over the mattress before he ever pulled out. The final result of our little ride on the magic carpet is Mattie; cute, adorable, and lovable Mattie.”
“Mattie doesn’t talk much,” I observed, encouraging her, hoping to learn more about my quiet nephew.
“He used to, before he started school, but it was hard to understand him. Robbie could, but after he started school, Mattie just quit talking entirely. The teachers said he was ‘mentally challenged’ and put him in special education classes.”
With that last comment, Janet yawned, stood, and said, “Jacob, Andy; I’m going to bed.” She stopped half-way to the bedroom door, turned and said, “If you don’t know it already, Jacob, a couple of your nephews are just like you – gay as a day and love to fuck and suck – each other!”
Shortly after she went to bed, we put the last of the clothes in the dryer and went upstairs themselves.
Andy and I lay on the bed quietly discussing or day and conversation with Janet. Andy, pondering all that had occurred during the day and finally his precursory medical examination of the boys, said quietly, “She’s right you know!”
“About what in particular?”
“When I treated the boy’s sores and chaffed spots on their bodies, they all appeared to be relatively healthy, considering the circumstances, except for being sadly undernourished. We can solve that issue over the next several months with diet, exercise, and sun shine.”
I nodded, letting Andy express the very same thoughts he’d had. “Funny,” I said, “we never really discussed taking custody of the boys, yet we both know we’re going to and want to!”
“I also did a quick,” Andy continued, “a very quick, examination of their genitals and anal regions. I think they’re all going to develop similar to their Uncle Jacob; all except Mattie who will be the envy of every boy in the shower room. Each and every one of the older boys has experienced anal intercourse and a couple on a regular basis.”
“How can you tell?”
Andy went on to explain the visual signs, such as some scar tissue around the anal ring and when palpated, the anal muscles were quicker to relax and allow probing indicating the boy and the muscle around the opening was used to something going in as well as coming out.
“Remember,” Andy said matter-of-factly, “those anal muscles are used to holding something in and not letting something on the outside come in. Remember how I had to learn to relax and accept you the first few times? Now, it just comes naturally! The boy’s assholes, to put it bluntly, are quite accustomed to accepting another guy’s cock and I’d bet that cock belongs to a brother, as Janet said. So, I gave Robbie a tube of ointment to ease the pain, if any, of anal penetration and a tube of water-based lubricant to slick up the penis and the anus.”
“Oh,” I sighed as I snuggled up against Andy; both of us pretty well boned-up from the sight of our naked nephews prancing around in the bathroom.
*******
Mattie, in bed with his brothers Eddie and Jamie, was awake, thinking of all that happened that day. Eddie and Jamie did nothing but giggle and whisper how big Uncle Jacob’s cock was. Jamie figured Uncle Andy would be more fun since it was smaller. After his brothers fell asleep, Mattie continued to think about what might happen to them when his mother died because he knew she would; she’d said so! He also was sad Robbie had pulled his knife on Uncle Andy; Robbie should’ve known better but he was only protecting him as he had in the past, as well as his brothers. Mattie heard Uncle Jacob and Uncle Andy come up the stairs and go to their bedroom. He waited a little longer, got up, walked across the hall, and walked into their room.
*******
We were just about ready to begin a nice leisurely tryst, when we noticed a naked, sad looking Mattie standing just inside our bedroom door. I lifted the covers on my side of the bed and motioned for Mattie to join us. He walked across the floor with some trepidation, but once close to the bed and saw the smiles on his uncles’ faces, slipped under the covers and stretched himself on top of me.
Mattie wiggled around until his legs were in between mine, letting his cock and balls rest on the larger adult set his uncle had, put his head on my chest, and began to softly cry! I wrapped my arms around him and held him securely to my chest.
“Couldn’t sleep, Mattie?” I asked
Mattie just waggled his head, ‘no.’
“Pretty frightening isn’t everything; wondering what’s going to happen and all, right?”
Mattie just nodded.
“Well, Mattie, there’s no need to be worried or frightened; Uncle Andy and I are here to help you, okay?”
I paused a moment and added, “Maybe it’d help chase the bad thoughts away if you just lay here with Uncle Andy and me for a while. Would that help?”
Mattie nodded again, sighed contentedly, comfortable with the contact and warmth of my naked body against his; his hard pecker resting up against the length of mine.
*******
Robbie no less aroused, was busy bringing satisfaction to himself and to Scotty, now pinned under him, face down, his hard cock fisted and jerking back and forth, his anal muscles flexing around Robbie’s long fat cock each time he thrust forward and back. When he did, Scotty would push back, bringing Robbie’s cock head in contact with his love-nut on each pass.
Scotty, wore out from the long trip and now momentarily sexually satisfied, soon slumbered peacefully. Robbie, however, was not as fortunate; he was tired, but troubled. His mother was dying, she told them so, and she wanted the boys to live at Westcott Farm. But her father and mother were dead! The only alternative he could see was for them to live with Uncle Jacob, but he was married to Uncle Andy and his mother hadn’t expected that!
Robbie hoped his uncles would take all of them, but he fucked up any chances for that happening, he thought, by pulling a knife on Uncle Andy. Uncle Andy had decked him good and proper, then gave him his knife back. In the shower, Uncle Andy was so gentle and careful when he washed Scotty, Davey, and then him. He even shampooed his hair when he asked him too. Robbie and his brothers were boned up in the shower and so was Uncle Andy, although his wasn’t as big as Uncle Jacob, but he still had a nice dick!
At bed time, Uncle Andy put salve on their sores, checked out their dicks and balls, and then had them bend over and checked their butts. He didn’t say a word when he slipped a finger up Robbie’s butthole or his brother’s either. Yet, before Uncle Andy left for his own room, he gave him a tube of lube and some asshole numbing stuff.
Uncle Andy knew they were butt-fucking each other but didn’t say a word! The more he thought about it, the more he realized he had to apologize to Uncle Andy and Uncle Jacob. Moving quietly so he wouldn’t wake his brothers, Robbie slipped from the bedroom, crossed the hall, and entered his uncle’s bedroom.
*******
“Oh, oh!” Andy sighed with exasperation, “We have more company on the way!”
I looked toward the bedroom door as Robbie entered and walked toward us.
“My body is currently occupied,” I responded quietly to Andy, “he’s all yours!”
There was little need for me to fret, Robbie knew exactly where he wanted to be and it was with Andy! With no hesitation, he approached the bed, lifted the covers, and slithered his naked body lengthwise on Andy, assuming much the same position as Mattie had on me, only just a little higher so his hardness came in direct contact with Andy’s growing tumescence. Laying his head on Andy’s shoulder, Robbie said, “You’re nice and warm Uncle Andy.”
“And you smell like sex; boy sex!” mused Andy back.
Robbie was very still for a moment before saying apologetically, “I’m really sorry for the way I behaved today. It’s just something I do when I see someone reach for one of my brothers.”
“You’ve had a problem with that in the past, Robbie?”
“Yeah!”
“Want to tell me about it?”
Andy felt Robbie’s head nod as he began to tell his Uncle Andy and me why.
“A couple years ago or so, Ma was entertaining a couple of her ‘friends’ and I was watching the boys. The men were drunk and making a lot of noise. I was afraid they’d wake the little boys. Jamie was three and Eddie four, I think. One of the men got impatient waiting his turn and poked his head in our room.”
When he saw Robbie, standing there naked, he decided he’d give him a go instead. He was bigger than Robbie and it didn’t take but a minute to take the boy to the floor, roll him over on his stomach, slip on a ‘jimmie,’ and plunge his hard dick into Robbie’s rectum.
“The fucker raped me!” Robbie sobbed, reliving the horror and pain of it all. “I cried, screamed for him to stop, and tried to get away, but it he just stayed put, trying to fuck me. I was flopping around so much he wasn’t able to fuck properly and was getting mad. Davey ran to help, thumped the bastard on the back, and then glommed on to one of the guy’s ears and began gnawing and biting, really doing a number of the fucker’s ear. The guy pulled out of me and rolled off, gave Davey a shove, and lost part of his ear. The rest was just sort of hanging by a skin flap. He grabbed for it and I grabbed for one of my school pencils and stuck in him the ass with it. Jesus, did he scream! The last we saw of him, he was holding what was left of his bloody ear, grabbing his pants, and stumbling out the door with a yellow school pencil sticking in his butt cheek.”
“What happened then?” Andy asked.
“We moved two days later.”
Changing the subject, Robbie looked over at Mattie, sleeping comfortably on top of me; “Isn’t Mattie the most beautiful boy you’ve ever seen in your whole life?” he asked proudly.
“Yes, he is,” answered Andy, “and you’re not so bad looking yourself.”
Andy couldn’t see it, but rather felt Robbie flush with embarrassment, and listened as he murmured, pleadingly, “I hope we can stay with you and Uncle Jacob.”
“Not to worry,” I interrupted, “I think Uncle Andy and I have pretty much decided on that already. There’s no way we’d let you boys be separated, that is, if your brothers would approve of living with us.”
“Oh, they do,” Robbie responded enthusiastically.
The bedroom was quiet again. Robbie squirmed some more, rubbing and slowly thrusting his hardness up and down against Andy’s naked torso.
“He’s really smart, you know,” Robbie said looking at Mattie.
“Really?” I asked.
“Yeah, but the teachers all think he’s retarded, but they’re wrong!”
“Why?”
“’cause he won’t talk!”
“Won’t or can’t?’
“Won’t!”
“Why?” Jacob continued cautiously.
“Well, he used to before he went to school.”
“Why did he quit?
“’cause he was embarrassed, I think!”
I was beginning to think this was a game of “twenty questions” and would continue until I finally arrived at the right answer, so decided to try to leap ahead and try to open Robbie up.
“I’ll bet he was embarrassed because his fly was open and his pecker was hanging out!”
“No, you doofus!” Robbie laughed. “It’s because when he talked, he got his words all mixed up and sounded like a machine gun sometimes. No one could understand him except me and his teachers would hound him to make sense and when he tried, it got worse so he just shut up. Now he refuses to speak at all, except sometimes to me, then only when no one’s around.”
Robbie looked again at Mattie’s sleeping form.
“He must really like you, Uncle Jake, because he only sleeps like that when he feels safe and comfortable. I’ve never seen him sleep with anyone else like that except me.”
Robbie sighed contentedly, thrust against Andy a couple of more times before saying, “Uncle Andy, you can fuck me if you want!”
To be continued...
Posted: 02/26/2021