Chapter 1-3
Challenges of Being a Babysitter
Part 4
I quickly stroked Ryan to a hard state, or should I say to a harder state, noticing his penis was aroused because of the horny pill I had given him. I let Duke help me cover his brother in ice cream and chocolate sauce. At the same time, we took turns stroking him because he kept going limp every so often, which happens to boys his age who haven't yet reached puberty yet.
Not that Ryan minded. In fact, he really enjoyed it. Being small had its advantages and disadvantages like it didn't take long to lick him clean. This meant I had to take my time repeating the same areas several times until he finally climaxed in which Duke and I shared.
Yet when it was Duke's turn to become our dessert, he wasn't ready or trusted me enough to do likewise, and once more I pretended that it didn't bother me—giving him his free will to make his own choices. I watched Ryan look at his brother, confused, wondering why he didn't want to. I said, looking at my watch and noticing it was almost eight-thirty.
Knowing their parents wanted the boys to be in bed no later than nine-thirty, or ten at the latest because it wasn't a school night. I got off the floor and said. "I'll grab a mop and run you boys a bath. Is there any special flavor you like for your bubble bath?" Ryan says Berry delight and Duke says Peaches and Cream. I settled the argument by saying. "How about some of each?"
After putting our dessert condiments away, I went down the hall to the bathroom and ran the tub. Ryan and Duke looked confused. I said nothing; I just grabbed the bubble bath and clean towels. Once more, the boys were goading each other to ask me why I was running the bathtub and not the other.
Duke finally gave a heavy sigh said. "Fine, I'll ask." I pretended I wasn't listening as I put the clothes into the dryer from the pool and folded our previous ones as the tub ran. I waited for Duke to say something, watching him and Ryan from the corner of my eyes. He poked me in the back to get my attention. He asked. "Aren't you going to bathe with us? Jody does all the time."
I shrugged my shoulders and said. "That depends on you Duke; do you trust me enough not to have sex with you and your brother?" I waited for him to answer me. He swallowed several times. I knew he was on the edge, so I said. "Tell you what, I'll bathe with you, and I'll wear a bathing suit. That way, there isn't a chance I could do that."
Duke nodded and seemed relieved. So, I drained the tub and filled the big one instead of re-adding the bubble baths and the skin softeners. It would take about twenty minutes to fill. So, I quickly put on my freshly clean bathing suit.
I realized quickly that this was getting old because all I seemed to do was wash and rewash my clothes to satisfy the boys and because I didn't have a wardrobe that I could use other than the clothes I brought with me. And to think we were nudists made it seem stupid that I was always putting on clothes instead of going nude.
Once I put our clothes away, I turned off the water so it could cool a bit, watching the boys follow me as if they didn't know what I was doing or didn't trust me not to steal something. I grabbed a mop and filled the bucket. I handed the mop to Ryan and the bucket to Duke, telling them to clean up our mess in the living room, while I put our things away on the kitchen table. One thing I had learned from the Rothwells was tidiness is easier to maintain if you keep your mess in a small area instead of spreading it around the entire house. I groaned inwardly because it seemed all I was doing was cleaning up our messes and like I said before this was a pretty good-sized house. When I had checked the doors, windows, and alarm, I noticed the green light on the box.
I quickly went through the numbers in my head just in case it went off. Which again was unlikely because nobody knew where I was except Mom and Dad and the Vincent's. My mind was racing with curiosity about what was happening at home. Wondering if they had caught the people that were spying on me and my friends, or if they vandalized my friend's houses demanding to know mine and my friend's location. I felt bad for Sparky having to spend his days in a cage at the compound instead of at home with my brothers or with me. Just because we couldn't trust the people in our neighborhood not to inflect animal cruelty.
Once the mess was cleaned up and everything was put back where it belonged. It was time for me to give the boys their baths. Jody warned me it might be harder for me than it was for her and Kerry, or even Shane. Because I was a boy, and it was a boy that raped them. Man, I hated Shawn, and once again I picture him with a black eye. The boys were fine with me undressing them as long as I was wearing my bathing suit.
It's not the first time I had bathed in one growing up as my foster parents bathed me in hopes in time, I would trust them not to harm me. Finding it a little easier if they allowed me to wear one as they bathed me other than fight a screaming boy, and now I was wearing one to prevent me from raping two boys, all because of Shawn. The water was still a little warmer than I liked, which would give us a rosy complexion under our nicely tan bodies.
Like me, the boys had a nice full tan which stated they too spent a lot of time in the sun without any clothes on, and that didn't surprise me seeing how big their yard was or how far away it was from the main roads or houses. Most people don't realize that nudists like their privacy and to get that, they tend to live far enough away on large parcels of land just to get it. Yet I am not saying all people who do that mean they aren't nudists, but it does pose an interesting question.
Having a brother made things easy for me because it was my job to bathe them since I was their older brother now. I should have made it Shawn's responsibility, but because he couldn't be trusted around them, he was forbidden from being near them, and I knew he resented me for it, even though it was his fault.
I took my time bathing them. They trusted me enough to do it, including washing their backsides as long as I was wearing my bathing suit. When I was done, I was about to get out of the tub until Duke said. "Now it's our turn to bathe you." I turned back around and retook my place. Duke had me stand up, and I did it without question. Since I had given them permission to see me naked in the pool and taste me like an ice cream sundae. I let them take off my bathing suit. Free will and all, if you know what I mean.
I, however, noticed they kept watching my hands and arms for any movement that would indicate to me I was about to grab them and force them to have sex with me. So, I let them control my movements. Duke said I reminded him of their Dad because of how big my penis was. I said. "I liked tasting your Dad's penis as much as I did Ryan's, even more so covered in chocolate and lots of whip cream."
The boys had to agree, and they knew I wasn't hiding the fact that their Dad and I had tasted each other. In fact, I was looking forward to doing it again. They had me sit on the edge of the tub and Duke came up between my legs, which surprised me a little as he slid on top of me so he could kiss me and taste me while his brother Ryan worked on my feet and legs.
Duke reminded me he was first tonight to get a massage as if I had forgotten, which I hadn't. I was just trying to figure out how he wanted me to do it. So took the balls by the horn and asked him if I was going to give him and Ryan a massage without our clothes on. Telling him I didn't have any more clothes I could put on without washing them first.
Duke laid on top of me and kissed me. I kept my arms to my side so I wouldn't frighten him. He said. "It would be silly if we were naked and you're not. Jody doesn't wear any clothes when she gives us one."
I said. "Yes, I know, but she doesn't have a penis like we do."
Duke slid down to my penis and stroked it before putting it in his mouth. Letting Ryan climb on top of me and lay down, giving his brother enough clearance, which was a practice move I noticed quickly, as he laid his feet and legs to the side of me. So, he could kiss me and lick me as well as bite my nipples.
Ryan said. "You can put your arms around me if you want to as long as you stay on your back."
I responded by doing so. He surprised me when he rolled in my arms; I wasn't sure what he was up to until he scooted up, placing his head and body higher. Then made his self-comfortable by placing my right hand on his penis, indicating he wanted me to stimulate him in this position while Duke worked on my penis.
I couldn't see what he was doing other than feeling him with Ryan's head in the way and lying flat. I soon felt my hands being moved to the side. Having Ryan take my hands and had me rub him in between his legs and crotch when Duke wasn't doing him orally. I had never thought of trying this position with my brothers, but I liked it and made a mental note to do so when I got a chance.
It didn't take long for me to realize why he asked me to do it - when I climaxed, my nectar shot up between his legs, giving Duke an extra treat. The boys' lack of age and experience made it simple to imagine Jody or their mother handling the task, as they were not capable of having sex.
Ingenious, I thought, getting two from both worlds, and made a mental note to try it when I got a chance. It was soon after Ryan climaxed, earning Duke his second treat as it mixed with mine. And after Duke had his fill for the moment Ryan slid back into the tub and I joined him.
Duke said. "Now it's my turn," I asked if he was sure. He said as long as I didn't roll him over. I nodded and smiled because he trusted me even if it was just a little. It meant I had a chance. He quickly sat up and said. "Only to the brink so you can have a chance to become hard again."
I nodded said. "You know this would be way more comfortable on the bed."
He shrugged his shoulders and said. "Who says we're not going to do it on the bed? We just like doing it in the tub where we can feel the jets and warm water soothing us. Way better than just the bathtub, besides bathtubs are for babies."
I wanted to hit myself for making them feel like babies. I apologized said. "From now on, no bathtubs other than this one."
He laid back down and I continued stimulating him while his brother watched, more like making sure I did nothing I wasn't supposed to do. I was just grateful that there wasn't a knife involved. Once I was ready again, I took my place as directed and allowed Duke to make himself comfortable. I knew the routine this time as I stroked him and rubbed him like I had done with Ryan previously. Letting Ryan work on us until he too had his chance to taste us both.
We quickly bathed again, and I told the boys to give me a few minutes to clean out both tubs. And told them to pick out the flavors they wanted from me. Hoping to get an idea of which was their favorite and their parent's favorite. I knew their mothers were peppermint learning that at Stringham's, and I had noticed the box on the boy's dressers and the lotions.
I don't know why I bothered cleaning out the big tub when I knew when their parents came home, we would be using it again, so they could groom me. It was just a habit I had to always clean up my messes. I quickly grabbed my full robe and slipped on a pair of boxers just in case the boys were worried about me raping them and two of my books I had gotten from the library, so I had something I could read to them like Jody said she does when she babysits them.
I knew it was silly putting on the robe and the boxers, and it was as the boys looked at me, confused. I said nothing, just removed my robe and folded it over the chair. The fact did not surprise me they shared a bed. It wasn't as big as mine or Shane's. Just big enough for two small boys and a third person if need be. I sat the books I had gotten for the boys from school on the nightstand and my glasses,
Duke asked if he could try them on. I picked them up and handed them to him. He laughs, putting them on, waving his fingers in front of them, and Ryan says, "I want to see." Once they had their chance to see through my glasses. They made themselves comfortable.
Duke said. "I like you being our babysitter, you're way more fun than Jody or even Shane."
I smiled and then quickly leaned down and kissed Duke just long enough so I could surprise him with a tickle attack. He rolled, trying to get away from exposing his backside, which I tickled. He had forgotten himself for a moment until I grazed my hand and crossed his bare butt as I was going for his hind legs. He jerked, and I stopped tickling him as he quickly noted I was still wearing my boxers.
I apologized for having him roll over the rest of the way onto his back. He fingered my penis inside my boxers and said. "Dad says you won't rape us, and Ryan and I figured if you were, you would have by now. When Shawn babysat us, he was mean. He didn't play games or even kiss us.
He forced us to take our clothes off and laughed as we kicked and screamed to get away from him. He held a knife to our throats, telling us if we didn't hold still, he would slit our throats. It hurt when he put his penis inside our butts. And the more we screamed the more he laughed and the harder he went. He said Mom and Dad told him to do it, so they would be primed and ready when they got home.
When I asked Mom and Dad about it, they didn't believe us. It was Jody who stopped it from happening again by surprising Shawn and his friends. She pulled him off me and told me and Ryan to lock ourselves in our room until she came to get us. We heard them fighting, and it scared us, so we hid under the bed as Shawn tried to get in.
"It seemed like forever when Jody came back begging us to open the door, telling us that Shawn had left with the cops and his friends. We opened the door and saw Jody was covered in blood. Some of it was hers and some of it was Shawn's. Jody promised me and Ryan that she would be our babysitter from now on, or until she could find one that we could trust.
Her brother Shane was nice and all, but wasn't as much fun, nor could he make pizzas as we did, but neither did he rape us. Yet he couldn't babysit us as often because he said he had a brother at home who really needed him and couldn't spend the night. Because his brother couldn't sleep unless he was in his arms."
I felt a tear fall down my cheek and asked. "Did he tell you that it was me?"
Duke says. "Yes, and we asked Shane why his brother couldn't sleep, and he said because his parents hurt him very bad. We asked if they raped him like Shawn did to us. Shane said he wasn't sure because you didn't trust him or anyone. Just woke up screaming, trying to kill anyone that came near you."
I said. "Because I was reliving a nightmare that my parents were trying to kill me and my brother. They never raped me, but they would beat me up and sometimes break my bones whenever they liked. I didn't trust the Rothwells because they scared me so bad, I would pee my pants. Shane was the only one I could trust besides his two sisters Jody and Kerry.
"Yet I didn't trust them not to tell their parents what my Mom and Dad did to me because I thought they would do the same things they did." I didn't tell them that at the beginning that my adoptive parents did beat me or Dad used a cattail whip on me. I didn't want them to have nightmares about what they were capable of doing.
Duke surprised me and hugged me, and so did Ryan. I wasn't sure if it was ok if I put my arms around them, but it seemed like they wanted me to. So, I took the chance and when I did, they hugged me tighter.
Ryan said. "I am glad you are our babysitter now."