This story contains scenes of gay incest.
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When my phone rang, I had just come out of another fruitless job interview. I recognized the area code but not the number. After I said "Hello", a voice said, "Andy? This is Cody. Your Uncle Cody."
"What's wrong?" I asked. The only reason he'd be calling is with bad news.
"Everything is fucked." he replied. "Your daddy is in the hospital."
"What happened? What's wrong with him?"
"He has a fractured pelvis and both of his arms are fucked up. I need you to come here."
"When did this happen?"
There was a tense silence on the line until Uncle Cody finally said, "A month ago. Your daddy made me swear I wouldn't call and bother you. He'll kill me when he finds out I snuck behind his back but everything here is going to shit and I don't know what to do."
"What about my brothers?" I asked.
"They're the cause of all the problems." he replied.
Let me pause my narrative right here and give you some background.
I have two older brothers. Steve, the eldest, was then 28. Tony, the middle son, was 26. I, Andrew, had just turned 20.
My parents divorced when I was a year old. My two brothers chose to stay with my father on the ranch but my mother took me with her when she left. I didn't see much of my family until I was around 5 years old and I started spending summers on the ranch. My two brothers made every day a living hell for me and I still hated both of them. I still don't know why they abused me the way that they did.
My daddy, on the other hand, is the sweetest man on earth. Even after the divorce my mama had nothing but good things to say about him and I think she stayed in love with him until she died. She never had anything good to say about my brothers and vice versa, they'd already started going wild when she left.
The last time I had seen my brothers was when I was ten years old. After a particularly hellish month of being tortured that summer, I woke up one morning to the two of them standing beside my bed and pissing on me in my sleep. I guess that was the last straw.
I waited until Tony was leaving the house by the back door and used all of my strength to push him down the porch steps so that he landed on his head at the bottom and knocked himself out. When Steve came into the kitchen a few minutes later, I stepped behind him and beat him with a wooden chair until it was in splinters and he was lying on the floor crying.
Daddy sent me home about 10 minutes later. He made periodic trips during the year to see me and we had a few weeks of vacation together every year. I loved my daddy as much as I loathed my brothers.
So, it didn't surprise me that my brothers were a problem.
"I'll get there as fast as I can." I told my uncle.
"That's what I thought you'd say." he replied. "There's a ticket waiting in your name at the airport, just hurry."
During the hours of plane travel I reviewed my life so far. When mama had died, I sold off everything I couldn't carry and moved east. I'd had a series of throw-away jobs while going to Business College.
Now, I was bunking on a friend's couch while looking for work. My whole life fit into a carry-on bag.
I'd known that I was gay from the very beginning. Mama had known and been very accepting, so I didn't grow up with a lot of angst about it. I'd always been athletic and in junior and high school I'd been on the gymnastics team every year. I was small, only a shade over five feet, but powerful. I'd had a long time DL relationship with another guy on the team, a black guy who was hung like a mule. I hadn't seen him since I'd moved east.
When the plane landed, I walked into the terminal and spotted Uncle Cody immediately. I'd forgotten what a good looking man he was. I hadn't seen him in ten years, either, but aside for some lines around his eyes and mouth he looked exactly the same. He was wearing a pair of jeans, tight but not too tight, that showed off his slim hips and full backside. They also showed off his full to bursting crotch. He was around six feet tall with not an ounce of extra fat and had an old fashioned cowboy mustache. Even in his mid-forties, he was a head turner.
He hadn't recognized me, so I walked up to him.
"I'm here, Uncle Cody." I said.
He gave me a long look up and down and said, "Well, you didn't grow as big as I would have expected but you look like a strong little fucker."
"Good things come in small packages, haven't you ever heard that?" I asked.
He gave me another once over and said, "I'll just bet that's the truth."
"Okay," I said, "now that we're done with the insults and all of the hello happy horseshit, take me to my daddy."
"And he doesn't take any crap." my uncle said approvingly.
He led me out to an old truck and we both climbed in. During the ride to the hospital, Uncle Cody filled me in on what had been going on.
Daddy ran a horse farm. Some boarders, some of his own. He gave riding lessons and had a little business with schools and other groups who wanted to bring the kids for a day of trying to be cowboys and girls. He'd never get rich but he got by alright.
One evening a month ago, he'd been leading one of the older horses back to her stall when my asshole oldest brother thought it would be funny to scare her. He'd thrown a firecracker under her but instead of bolting; the poor old thing had a heart attack and keeled over. On top of daddy. The weight had fractured his pelvis and my asshole brothers had compounded the damage by grabbing his arms and trying to pull him out from under, dislocating both shoulders and tearing the muscles.
"Thankfully, the fracture is the kind that doesn't need to be operated on. Your daddy just has to lay in bed immobile and heal. His arms, though, are in some kind of contraption that holds them up and out on either side of his body. He can't even scratch his balls by himself."
"Are my brothers waiting at the hospital?" I asked.
My uncle considered for a moment and then he said, "Truth be told, I haven't even seen those two fuckers in a week. Not that it really matters, they haven't visited your father once and when they are around all they do is drink beer, smoke pot and jerk off."
"Who's been helping you run the ranch?" I asked.
"Nobody." he replied as we pulled into the hospital lot. "And the whole shebang is going to hell in a hand basket."
We climbed out and as I followed him up the walk I was mesmerized by his denim covered ass. He had one of those full, lush butts that older men develop, not flabby but full and round. I was wondering if he had a hairy or smooth crack when he stopped suddenly and I walked right into him and felt my cock and balls bounce off of the ass I'd been admiring.
He turned around, rapped me on the head with one knuckle and said, "Wake up, knucklehead. We need to get our story straight around how you come to be here." There were pipe railings on either side of the walk and he turned and leant over with his bent arms resting on the top, his ass sticking out. That was even more distracting.
"I'll just say that I called the house several times and no one picked up. I was worried, so I phoned you. When you weren't able to put daddy on the phone I knew something was wrong and told you I was coming out here, come hell or high water."
"Okay, that should do it." he replied. He noticed me staring and asked, "Is there something on my jeans? Why are you staring at my ass?"
"I was just wondering if the jeans I brought are suitable for working." I quickly replied.
