Makin Friends

Jessie darts in to begin kissing and nibbling at my neck. I jam my chin down to stop him. “Mrrm!” This just causes him move lower, gently smooching down the space he had opened up by unbuttoning my undershirt.

Across the room the father of this insane family sets his guitar to the side. “We can skip songs and prayers for one night I suppose.” His eyes were locked on me and his son.

Helen takes the guitar and dulcimer and returns them to their places then comes back to sit on the rocking chair. Taking up some knitting from a bag beside the chair she begins to rock and knit and watch. Elsie meanwhile had climbed up onto her father’s lap and curled up against his big body as he held her close with his right arm, his left had gone around Fiona’s shoulders to pull her in tight against him. The girls rested their heads on a shoulder each and between them held each others hands. They too watched their brother and captive. Christ almighty! This is what passes for an evening’s entertainment out here!?

Fiona whispers. “Papa? Can I…?”

“Shhh. Not yet baby girl. I wanna see this first.”

“Yes Sir.”

All the while Jessie had continued kissing and sucking at my skin, making the most adorable little cooing noises that I was trying my very best to shut out. There was something in his girlish voice, yielding yet needy and lewd, that just got to a man.

“You taste good.” He whispers as he extends his pink tongue and licks slowwwwly back up my chest. “Mmmm.”

“FRRRK! MMRRRM! MVVRR FCKRRR!” I scream and thrash about but only as much as the gag and the bindin chair would allow me.

“Daddy, I don’t think he wants this.” Elsie says as she nuzzles into his wide chest, sheepishly peeking over at me from the corner of her eye.

“Shhh.” He kisses his daughter’s head. “Give it time. Jessie’ll make’im feel good. Mah boy can make anyone feel good.” He sounded so proud of his son.

Elsie giggles and snuggles in closer. “Yeah.” Even she didn’t see the sin being committed here.

“I wish’d I knew what he likes.” Jessie says between kisses and peeks up at me. “I could make him feel even better.”

“He wants a filthy dirty talkin whore!” Fiona says.

“Language!” Helen warns sternly, to which Fiona flinches and bows her head low. “Besides, I think he’d want a nice wholesome girl or boy. Someone to proudly show off to his Momma.”

“I think he’d like a fine lady.” Elsie peeps. “In one of them fancy gowns, with jewels and a big hat and all. A real high society lady.”

“Let’em be.” The father says, quieting the speculation.

“Maybe once we’s friends you’ll let me know, hmm?” Jessie winks.

“Hmmm.” I look down at the young man on my lap and try to signal Jessie my surrender. He won, I wouldn’t be trouble anymore, we could be ‘friends’ like he wanted. But he wasn’t interested in that now. He had his mind set and we was going to follow that course. I hadn’t actually expected mercy and my expectation had borne out.

“You’re eyes are so dang pretty Mister Devlin.” Jessie says as he pull the shirt apart, as wide as it would go. “Like two emeralds.” Sliding back further he leans down to kiss and nuzzle at my belly. “Mmm, such a handsome man.” His slender fingers caress my midsection, tenderly teasing through my body hair. “Such a nice sexy body. Mmmmm.” His fingers trace back up and across the bottom of my pecs. “Soooo sexy. I want you so bad.” He kisses my chest again as he oh so lightly pinches my nipples. His hips begin to rock slowly as he rubs his groin against my thighs. I am reminded that he nothing on under that skirt. “Ohhhhh. Yessss.”

No, no, no! This can’t be happening. Despite his soft tone and lithe body and delicate fragrance, he was a man! This was sin! Pure and simple. I try steel myself against his delicate touch and arousing sounds. As long as I don’t enjoy this I figure I’d still be square with the Lord.

It had fallen quiet, so disturbingly quiet, in the room. Only the rocking of Helen’s chair and the clicking of her needles, Jessie’s amorous mewls and the creak of leather and wood to be heard. My cheek burn with humiliation as I could feel the others eyes on us. This was bad enough without having an audience to witness it. I glance around to each of them one last time, hoping beyond hope to see a ray of mercy. All I see coming back to me is curiosity and immoral lust. Helen on her rocking chair watched and knitted as if this were any other night. The father looked on amused with that strange misplaced pride about his son. Elsie continued to cling to her Daddy for courage enough to peek my way, in her dark eyes a quiet but deep desire. Fiona’s grinning face is ablaze with an intense erotic passion.

“Jessie!” Fiona breaks the silence. “I gits you next!”

“Mmm.” Jessie hums happily. “Yes my goddess.”

“Settle now baby girl. Let yer brother work.”

“Yes Sir.”

Jessie slips off the end my knees to kneel down in front of me, his lovely brown eyes locked on my crotch. He fixes his hair and smooths out his dress. Running his hands over his chest, his fingertips lingering where his nipples would be beneath his clothes, he gazes at me seductively. “You get me first tonight. But when we’s friends…you can have me anytime you want me. I’ll call ya Mister Devlin, I’ll call ya Case, I’ll call you whatever you want me to. But you call ME when you needs lovin.” His right hand glides down to grab his hard penis through the nice cotton dress. “I’ll make you happy.”

A bit mesmerized, or perhaps just in shock, I had stopped screaming and struggling as it was getting me nowhere but I still shake my head no. The gesture is ignored. Nibbling his bottom lips in anticipation he unties the draw string of my drawers. I slides the back of them down my bottom. I try to push my weight down to pin the garment but inch by inch, tugging at one side and then the other a bit at a time, it isn’t long before he clears my butt and pulls my underpants right down my knees.

There is a still moment in the room as my half flaccid manhood and fiery red pubes are exposed to the room. The fact it was only half flaccid tore me up with annoyance. Something the boy had done had begun to rouse it, against my will! My damn willy was a Benedict Arnold. The whole Bailey family just stare at it a time. Jessie grins wide. Little snickers start up between the two sisters. The parents glance at each other and then back at it with mirthful smirks.

“It’s so…SMALL!” Fiona points at it then roars with a laugh that fills the room. “AAAAAH HA HA HA HA!!!”

“Ohhhh! I think it’s adorable!” Elsie giggles, not cruelly like her sister but the giggles still sting just the same. “A cutie of a pee-pee.”

“Like a thumb! Like a little bitty worm!” Fiona stops laughing long enough to take another good look then starts all over again. “AAAH HA HA HA HA HA!”

“Well, no worries him stealin yer woman away dear.” Helen quips, trying to contain her own laughter.

“I should hope not!” Her husband chuckles. “They grows their menfolk little where he come from. Ha!”

“Rrrrr!” My cheeks burn as this fucked up family all study and mock my penis and balls. God above, this couldn’t get any worse. Just then my traitorous pecker lurches and swells just a bit from all the attention.

“HAAAAA HA HA HA HA!” Fiona has tears in her eyes and leans against her dad for support as she continues to howl at what she though hilarious. “Him actin all tough and rough and he packin that pea shooter!?” She gasps for air. “HAAAAA HA HA HA!”

“Stop Fiona.” Elsie says, though she too was still fighting a giggling fit. “You’ll make Mister Devlin self-conscious. Ain’t no shame in bein a cutie.”

“He’s small, like me.” Jessie says softly. “He he he.”

“Not like you!” Helen replies. “Ain’t nobody like you Jessie. We’s not laughin at you baby boy.”

“I know Momma.” Jessie says confidently as he licks his lips. “I never had one like this before. I think him and me is close, but he ain’t hard yet. Let’s see how big he gets. He he he!” Jessie stands on his knees and puts one of his hands on my knees, the other was down under his skirt doing heaven knows what. His face gets closer and closer. “Mmmm. Looks soooo tasty.”