This story contains scenes of gay incest.
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When I got back from the hospital that afternoon, I began making supper. Uncle Cody was out doing chores so I didn't see him until I called him in to eat.
"How's your daddy doing?" he asked as soon as he entered.
"A whole lot better now, I think." I replied, unable to keep from grinning.
"You horny little fucker, I want to hear all about it." he said.
We sat down and I served Uncle Cody, and then launched into my story. When I had finished, Cody was sporting a hard dick and he said, "Damn, I wish I'd been there to watch that."
"You'll get your chance." I said. "Daddy should be released in a short time."
Suddenly, off in the distance and growing closer, we could hear the sound of some especially obnoxious hip-hop music being blared full blast.
"Ah, fuck." Cody said. "I guess all good things come to an end. If I'm not mistaken, that'll be your half-wit brothers returning."
The noise got louder and louder until it almost shook the panes in the kitchen windows, then suddenly silence descended as the motor of the truck was switched off outside.
I could hear my brothers loudly talking to each other and then the sound of their boots as they climbed the back steps and crossed the porch.
I looked up at the doorway and my eldest brother, Steve, stood looking at me. He had grown into a handsome man, looking a lot like daddy. He had the same long rangy body with slim hips and broad shoulders and his tight dirty jeans displayed a well filled crotch.
My other brother, Tony, stepped in behind him. He looked more like my mother's side of the family, blond and fair skinned and not pudgy, just soft looking. He had her pretty face, too.
Steve looked at me, shocked for a moment and then he looked over his shoulder at Tony and said, "Well. Look what the cat dragged in and the kittens wouldn't eat. I declare, our baby brother Miss Andy is gracing us with his presence." He smirked, an ugly expression, then as he looked around the room he said, "And he's been playing Holly Homemaker already. Cooking and cleaning, that's probably all you're good for."
I looked at Cody and held his eyes as I said, "There's still some dinner on the stove if you're hungry."
"Like I'd eat anything you had your filthy hands in." Steve said. "You've probably got some nasty faggot disease, spreading it around."
The two of them entered the room, Tony grinning like an idiot, and emptied their arms onto the counter.
"We brought our own food, pizzas and beer." Steve said. "I would offer you two cocksuckers some, but I don't want you to have it." He made a big show of clearing his throat and spitting into the sink, and then knocked the trash can over so that the litter rolled out onto the floor.
"You're too early, asswipe." he said. "Daddy's not dead yet, there isn't a will and you aren't getting shit as long as I'm around."
Cody sat watching me to see how I'd react.
"I saw daddy at the hospital, today." I said. "He should be good to come home, soon. Too bad about his accident."
Steve had at least enough courtesy to blush and then he said, "Fuck you, you little jerk-off. Why are you even here, nobody wants you."
"Daddy and Uncle Cody might disagree." I said. Cody looked up and smiled at Steve.
"You're all three useless pieces of shit." Steve said. "Just stay out of my way while you're here and you won't get hurt."
They picked up their pizza boxes and six packs and marched down the hall to daddy's room, tracking mud from the yard the whole way and Tony looking over his shoulder at me with that same shit eating grin.
The bedroom door slammed and the sound of both the TV and the radio came blaring from behind it a moment later.
"That went better than I expected." Cody said. "They'll hole up in there with their pizzas, beer and pot until they get restless again and take off. Hopefully, it won't be long."
"They're not going anywhere." I said. "They both need to help out around here while daddy is ill. Afterwards, too."
Cody looked like he was mulling something over in his mind until finally he said, "They really are an evil little pair of shits. Are you sure you want to get into this?"
"I've been in training for ten years for this reunion." I said. "You couldn't stop me if you wanted to."
I got up from the table and walked down the hall to daddy's bedroom door. Being courteous, I knocked before opening it.
Steve and Tony were laying on the bed, dirty boots still on, with an open pizza box between them and each with a beer in their hand watching television.
"Do you want to hear how daddy is doing?" I asked loudly over the noise.
Steve jumped up from the bed, grabbed me by the shoulders and dug his fingers in. I'd been expecting something like that so I tensed my shoulder muscles and I saw a brief look of doubt on his face when he felt the hardness under his fingers. Not getting the reaction he'd expected, he instead pushed me backwards out of the door so that I slammed into the wall across the hall.
"Nobody gives a shit how that old fucker is doing." Steve said. "And the next time you walk in our room, be prepared to suck our dicks before we let you out."
He slammed the door and I walked back down to the kitchen.
"Nice to know that some things never change." I said.
"I warned you." Uncle Cody said.
I smiled, touched that he was concerned.
"You just saw the last missing piece of my plan fall into place." I said. "It's all over but the shouting."
My brothers stayed in daddy's room the rest of the evening. I had already told Cody that I might need his assistance later so I just bided my time, waiting till I felt everything was copasetic.
At around 11 PM, I went outside and walked around the side of the house. Standing outside of daddy's bedroom window you could see the entire room. Directly in front of the window was daddy's bed.
