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Category:
Original - Misc › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
2,481
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction about oral and anal sex between adults and minors of both sexes. The characters, locations & incidents are fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely co
Part 2
©2009 Herb Cat. Do not reproduce or distribute this story without the author's permission.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
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Part 2
It's Christmas morning, and the Wilsons have started opening their presents. Everyone got a new bathrobe like every year. The three boys never bother tying theirs closed, letting their dicks and balls bounce around for all the world to see and admire. Mark says he has a surprise gift, and runs back to the bedroom to pull it out from its hiding place. He hands a carefully wrapped rectangle to his parents, who can't imagine what it could be. Neither can Mark's two brothers. They all stand around as Ginny carefully and with painful slowness undoes the taped corners. When the paper falls away, all four jaws drop. It's Mark's portrait by Mr. Wolchek.
"Darling, this is beautiful!" And it was. While Mark is naked, the picture is in no way pornographic. He is shown sitting on a chair, one leg up under his ass, the other dangling down. His seven year old dick is also hanging, over his sweet balls. His face is serene yet with an eye toward adventure. On a hook in the background hands his uniform. "It's beautiful," she repeated, at a loss for any other description. "It was so kind of Mr. Wolchek to give it to you."
"He didn't give it to me. I earned it. He said so. He said I worked hard posing for him. I earned it myself, so I could give it to you." Ginny grabbed him and gave him a big motherly kiss.
"Wow," said Frankie, admiring a fellow artist, "he draws good."
"Where you gonna hang it?" asked Mickey.
Frank answered, "It belongs in our bedroom, so all week long we can see our boy while he's away at school. What do you say, Ginny?" She nodded agreement. "I'll get out the hammer later. How many presents do we have left?"
"I got a special present for Mickey," said Frankie. He reached way behind the tree where he had hidden it, and handed it to his baby brother. Unlike his mother, Mickey took no time getting the gift out of its wrapping. Frankie had made a book for him. On the cover of the binder was a picture of a ferocious bear, convincingly realistic, and the title: Little Boy Dicks.
Frank and Ginny looked at each other bewildered, but Mark knew what it was! "They're Grandpa's scary stories!" Mark was right. For weeks, Frankie had been carefully transcribing the stories from memory on to the computer, then applying his talent to illustrate each one with a full page picture. The title of course referred to what the malefactor in each story was after, the little boy's dick.
Mickey instantly fell in love with the book. He gave his big brother a big sloppy kiss! The book stood for everything good in his life: his beloved grandfather taken from him too early, his loving brothers and parents, his thrilling adventurous escapades. "This is the bestest present ever!" For the rest of the holiday, Mickey wouldn't let go of his book, except to find someone who wasn't occupied to stop and read him a story. Frank read them and remembered anew how his father took him fishing as a boy, and told him these same scary stories. Until he was ten, his father said the creatures were all coming to get the little boy's toes. But at 11, when Frank and his father began to discover the joys of incest, the same stories were told substituting dicks for toes as the objective. Frankie read the stories, well, he had them pretty well memorized, and Mickey had him describe every picture in the book. Mark couldn't read all that well, but from the pictures he could remember the stories just as Grandpa had told them, word for word, and with every expressive gesture. As for Ginny, she was discovering these stories for the first time, for like Mark, she had never been party to the fishing trips or the stories. Imagining her dear father-in-law telling these stories, she often choked up reading them.
The third Friday in January, Allen Boone brought his two darling daughters over to spend the night with Frank. In return he was taking Mickey back home. Ginny gave a shout, "Are you all ready, Mickey? Hurry up, Sweetie, Uncle Allen is set to leave now."
"I'm coming!" Mickey tore out of his room carrying his book.
"Are you sure you want to bring that with you, Son?" Mickey looked at his mother like she had two heads. "OK, Sweetie, just be very careful with it. Your brother worked real hard on that book." But of course her warnings were unnecessary; Mickey would never let anything happen to his wonderful present.
Just to be sure, however, Frank said to Allen, "Try not to get cum on the pages."
Allen left, Ginny took Mark and Frankie by the hands to their room for the threeway they all were looking forward to, and Frank headed off to the Master bedroom with his two honeys.
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As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.
.oOo.
Part 2
It's Christmas morning, and the Wilsons have started opening their presents. Everyone got a new bathrobe like every year. The three boys never bother tying theirs closed, letting their dicks and balls bounce around for all the world to see and admire. Mark says he has a surprise gift, and runs back to the bedroom to pull it out from its hiding place. He hands a carefully wrapped rectangle to his parents, who can't imagine what it could be. Neither can Mark's two brothers. They all stand around as Ginny carefully and with painful slowness undoes the taped corners. When the paper falls away, all four jaws drop. It's Mark's portrait by Mr. Wolchek.
"Darling, this is beautiful!" And it was. While Mark is naked, the picture is in no way pornographic. He is shown sitting on a chair, one leg up under his ass, the other dangling down. His seven year old dick is also hanging, over his sweet balls. His face is serene yet with an eye toward adventure. On a hook in the background hands his uniform. "It's beautiful," she repeated, at a loss for any other description. "It was so kind of Mr. Wolchek to give it to you."
"He didn't give it to me. I earned it. He said so. He said I worked hard posing for him. I earned it myself, so I could give it to you." Ginny grabbed him and gave him a big motherly kiss.
"Wow," said Frankie, admiring a fellow artist, "he draws good."
"Where you gonna hang it?" asked Mickey.
Frank answered, "It belongs in our bedroom, so all week long we can see our boy while he's away at school. What do you say, Ginny?" She nodded agreement. "I'll get out the hammer later. How many presents do we have left?"
"I got a special present for Mickey," said Frankie. He reached way behind the tree where he had hidden it, and handed it to his baby brother. Unlike his mother, Mickey took no time getting the gift out of its wrapping. Frankie had made a book for him. On the cover of the binder was a picture of a ferocious bear, convincingly realistic, and the title: Little Boy Dicks.
Frank and Ginny looked at each other bewildered, but Mark knew what it was! "They're Grandpa's scary stories!" Mark was right. For weeks, Frankie had been carefully transcribing the stories from memory on to the computer, then applying his talent to illustrate each one with a full page picture. The title of course referred to what the malefactor in each story was after, the little boy's dick.
Mickey instantly fell in love with the book. He gave his big brother a big sloppy kiss! The book stood for everything good in his life: his beloved grandfather taken from him too early, his loving brothers and parents, his thrilling adventurous escapades. "This is the bestest present ever!" For the rest of the holiday, Mickey wouldn't let go of his book, except to find someone who wasn't occupied to stop and read him a story. Frank read them and remembered anew how his father took him fishing as a boy, and told him these same scary stories. Until he was ten, his father said the creatures were all coming to get the little boy's toes. But at 11, when Frank and his father began to discover the joys of incest, the same stories were told substituting dicks for toes as the objective. Frankie read the stories, well, he had them pretty well memorized, and Mickey had him describe every picture in the book. Mark couldn't read all that well, but from the pictures he could remember the stories just as Grandpa had told them, word for word, and with every expressive gesture. As for Ginny, she was discovering these stories for the first time, for like Mark, she had never been party to the fishing trips or the stories. Imagining her dear father-in-law telling these stories, she often choked up reading them.
The third Friday in January, Allen Boone brought his two darling daughters over to spend the night with Frank. In return he was taking Mickey back home. Ginny gave a shout, "Are you all ready, Mickey? Hurry up, Sweetie, Uncle Allen is set to leave now."
"I'm coming!" Mickey tore out of his room carrying his book.
"Are you sure you want to bring that with you, Son?" Mickey looked at his mother like she had two heads. "OK, Sweetie, just be very careful with it. Your brother worked real hard on that book." But of course her warnings were unnecessary; Mickey would never let anything happen to his wonderful present.
Just to be sure, however, Frank said to Allen, "Try not to get cum on the pages."
Allen left, Ginny took Mark and Frankie by the hands to their room for the threeway they all were looking forward to, and Frank headed off to the Master bedroom with his two honeys.
.oOo.
As an author, I welcome feedback from readers. Please send any comments about this story, positive or negative, to Herbcatwriter@yahoo.com. Thank you.