PLAYING WITH THE BOYS

Chapter 2 - Texas Hold'em

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Next day after school, my two older brothers were waiting for me on the front porch when I got off the school bus.

�Hey, Sissy!� one of them called out. �Come here.�

�No!�� I didn't trust them one bit!

�We just want to thank you,� Kenny added.

�You�re just gonna to do something mean to me!� I nearly shouted.

�No, we�re not,� replied Bobby.� �Promise. Now come here.�

Knowing that if I didn�t just go willingly that they�d just chase me down and make me do whatever they had in mind anyway, I warily approached the porch, standing off to the side to make a quick run for it if necessary.

�You didn�t tell Daddy last night,� Bobby began.

�Tell him what?�

�You know, about yesterday. You know, for a little girl you�re pretty cool. We now know that you can be trusted.�

�Trusted for what?� I asked.

�Trusted to keep your mouth shut.�

�Don�t count on it again, Bobby,� I glowered.

�Hey, don�t be that way, Sissy.� Look, we�ve been thinking that after you�ve done all your chores, maybe we could play a game with you.�

�What kind of game?� I asked justifiably suspicious.

�Just a game.� Just play.� Geez, you don�t have to be so suspicious.�

�Can you blame me?�

�Look, sorry I asked," Bobby said with an offended look upon his face.� "We just thought you might want to be part of the gang and play.�

�You�re not going to hurt me are you?�

�No!� Have we ever hurt you?�

�Sort of...� You�re not going to pull my pants down like you did yesterday?"

�No.� Not unless you want us too.�

�I don�t want you to," I snapped back. �Ever!�

�Okay.� Agreed.� We won�t pull your pants down.

�Now, will you play with us after you finish your chores?�

�I�ve got a lot to do,� I replied with justified suspicion.

�Maybe we could help you.�

�Really?�

�Yes, really.� What do you want us to do?� my big brother asked.

Now, this was something to consider!� First of all I hated chores.� We all had chores, but whereas Bobby and Kenny�s chore was to keep their room clean and the grass cut, I had to make Daddy�s bed before he got home every day, vacuum the house, mop the kitchen floor, wash any left over breakfast dishes, clean the bathroom, and follow Daddy�s instructions to get supper ready on time.� That was in addition to keeping my own room clean.���

�Hmmm, okay.� While I go make Daddy�s bed, Bobby, you wash the dishes and mop the kitchen floor.

�Kenny, you run the vacuum cleaner and pick up the beer cans.

�Then once I have supper on, I can play.�

�Great!� they both exclaimed in unison.

I ran inside and made my bed and straightened up, then I made Daddy�s bed.� I could hear the vacuum running, so I knew Kenny was doing his part.� But, when I got to the kitchen, Bobby was nowhere to be seen.� Just as I beginning a slow burn, Bobby burst through the backdoor and hit the kitchen sink.� �Okay,� I thought, �he�s doing it now.��

I turned to Daddy�s hand written instructions on what to do for supper. He had everything all ready to go.� All I had to do was turn the oven on to 325 and take the casserole dish from the fridge and stick it in the oven.� Then I needed to dice up some red potatoes, coat them in oil, salt and pepper and stick that in the oven too.� By the time I finished that, Bobby was mopping the floor and Kenny was waiting for us.

�Okay, that�s it,� Bobby announced as he shoved the mop and bucket into the utility room. ��Let�s go.�� With the three of us working, it didn�t take long at all!� I followed Bobby out the back door, followed by Kenny.

The barn was only a dozen or so steps from the back door.� We had a barn, at least we called it the barn, but we didn't have any animals except for some chickens, Kitty the Cat and Roscoe, an old dog who hardly ever did anything except eat, sleep and shit in the yard.�

Bobby stopped and pulled a blindfold from his pocket.�

I was prepared to bolt for the house as I said, "You said you weren't going to..."

"We're not going to hurt you," Bobby said with exasperation in his voice.� "We're not going to pull your pants down either.� You said you'd play if we helped you with your chores.� We helped you with your chores.� You can't back out now, Sissy!"

"You promise you ain't gonna..."

"We promise!� We promise!" Bobby practically shouted.� "Sheesh!� Now turn around."

Despite my misgivings I turned around and let Bobby blindfold me.� It was so tight I couldn't see a thing.

"Take Kenny's hand," he said.� I reached out and took my other brother's hand and blindly followed him to what I suspected was the� inside of the barn.

"Okay, Sissy.� The game is you have to guess who we are," Bobby explained.

"What if I don't guess right?"

"We'll pull your pants down," my oldest brother practically snarled.

"You said!� You said!"

"Calm down, Sissy.� I'm justa joshing ya," he laughed.

"Okay.� Now reach out..."

I reached towards my brother's voice.� He took my hand and directed it to his dick or somebody's dick.

"Now feel it good, Sissy.� You know what it is, don't you, but who is it? Guess right and you'll keep your pants on."

Bobby's voice had moved, but the dick in my hand didn't.� It had to be Kenny.�

"Kenny!" I said with a giggle as I explored with my hand what I had explored with my foot yesterday.� It really felt funny as it swelled in my hand, transitioning from soft to hard.

"Now reach out with your other hand," my older brother told me from somewhere off to the side of me.

This was going to be so easy, I thought.� I reached out in space and a moment later a cock brushed against my hand.� I wrapped my hand around it and felt it's heft.� It seemed smaller than Kenny's cock, and I didn't think they were all that much different.� Okay, so they wanted me to play with their thingies.� I could do that.

Kenny pulled back and his cock slipped out of my hand.� Then it brushed against my hand again.� I took it, but something just wasn't quite right.� It's not that it was appreciably softer than it was a few seconds ago; that changed almost instantly.� It was so much bigger!

As I puzzled over how Kenny had made his dick that much bigger, Bobby's cock pulled away from my other hand.� Almost immediately, it brushed against my hand and I took it.� Again, it felt different.� Then it struck me, now I could feel his foreskin covering the tip before it swelled up, whereas just moments before I didn't notice the foreskin.�

"Who is it?" Kenny asked.

"Bobby," I answered cautiously.

"And whose dick is in your other hand?" Bobby asked.

"Kenny's?"

"Wrong!" Bobby declared.� "You forfeit your shorts!"

"But you said..." I protested.� Then I realized that if it wasn't Kenny's dick I was holding, then who...? Like it had suddenly gotten too hot to touch, I pulled my hand away.� Meanwhile someone unbuttoned and unzipped me.

"You can keep your shorts if you guess this one right," Bobby said as if that was fair.� Another dick, a smaller dick, brushed against my hand.� "Take it, Sissy.� Take a guess; make it count."

It had to be one of the Banner boys I realized.� "Ted?"

"Righto, Sissy girl!�� You're really good at identifying boys by the feel of their dicks," someone snickered.� It wasn't my one of my brother's saying that, it had to be Jake, Ted's sixteen year old brother and biggest of the lot.� Just then I felt a second dick, a much larger dick brush against the hand that was holding Ted's thingie.� I released Ted's smaller dick and wrapped my hand around his older brother's bigger dick.

"That's a girl," Jake said appreciatively.� "Now don't be rough." This was actually kind of fun!

While fondling Jake's big dick, I took another male organ in my other hand. Someone tapped on my arm.� When I didn't respond, I was tapped again and this time a little harder.� Whoever was doing the tapping didn't say anything, but I figured I was supposed to identify who I was holding.� "Bobby?" I guessed.

"Wrong, Sissy!" Bobby said from behind me.� "That'll cost you your shorts."

I started to protest as my shorts were pulled off my hips, but outnumbered four to one, it didn't matter what I said.� So, I said nothing and simply stepped out of my denim shorts when they were down around my ankles, hoping that they wouldn't be filthy by the time I was allowed to put them back on.

We continued playing the game, Name-the-Weenie, with the boys changing places every minute or so.� After the four dicks had been shuffled around several times, I'd be tapped on the arm again.� When I guessed wrong again it cost me my panties.� When I again guessed wrong, I was stripped of my t-shirt.� The game now took on a new twist, I had to guess who was touching me.� It was very confusing by then, a hard dick in each hand while six hands or so stroked my naked body.

As you can imagine, there was considerable chatter accompanying the game.� Suddenly Bobby says, "Hush up, guys!� Listen!"� We all grew quiet and listened.

"Shit! Daddy's home!" he declared.�

In an instant I was empty handed and no longer being molested.� I also heard the guys leaving the barn. I pulled off my blindfold and quickly looked about for my clothes.

"Bobby!" I cried as I realized they had taken all my clothes and left me naked in the barn.� I really only had one choice, to run into the house through the backdoor before Daddy saw me.�

I didn't make it.� Daddy was standing in the kitchen when I burst into the house.� Boy, was he surprised.

"Girl, you sure like to run around naked a lot," he commented.

"Where are the boys?"

"I dunno.� They ran away and took� my clothes."

"They did, did they? Did they hurt you?"

"No, sir.� We were just playing a game."

"A game?� I bet that was some game! Did everyone have fun?� Don't answer that, of course everyone had fun... provided they didn't force you.

�They didn't force you, did they?"

"No, not really. �Uh, am I in trouble?"

"No, you're not in any trouble, JoAnne," Daddy replied while his eyes wandered over my body.� "The house is neat and clean and supper's on just like I asked you.� What you do in your play time is your business.� So, fetch me a beer, girl, and then come tell me about this game you played with the boys."�

Daddy watched as I retrieved a beer for him, then he turned and headed for his easy chair.� Handing him his beer, he told me to sit in his lap and tell me all about the game we had played.� So, sitting in Daddy's lap naked, I told him... everything.�

"I suppose the old saying is true, that the apple doesn't fall far from tree," he commented at the end of my confession.� "Well, no harm in a little touchie-feelie.� I suppose boys and girls need to learn that sort of thing somewhere and learning at home is probably a better place than most."

He made no comment on the Banner boys' involvement. He finished off the rest of his beer and then asked, "By the way, where are your clothes?"

"Bobby took them!" I replied.�

Daddy just laughed and told me to go set the table for supper.� I got up and headed for my bedroom to put on some clothes.� "The kitchen's that a way," Daddy said.

"But, I need to..."

"You need to do what?� Get dressed?� Fuck that.� (I had heard that word a lot since I moved in.) You just need to stay just as you are.� Boys like naked girls and so do men.� I like naked girls.� You like to run around naked.� Everybody is happy."� I did as I was told.

The boys were indeed happy to see me nude at the supper table and they both kept asking me to get them this or get them that.� Daddy never told the boys to get it themselves and I had to parade around on display.� No one helped me clear the table and no one helped me wash the dishes.� My brothers had other things to do and ran off to meet up with the Banner boys.� Daddy, I expected him to go plant himself in front of the TV, but he didn't, he just sat at the dinner table and watched me the whole time.� When I had finished, he called me over to him.

Standing before him, Daddy pulled me to him by my bare butt cheeks and kissed me on the forehead.� "Good girl," he said softly.� Then with a playful slap to my butt, he said, "Now, go do your homework."

"Can I get dressed now?"

"Sure," he laughed, "if you want to.� But, you don't have to, girl, only if you want to get dressed."� I think he was disappointed that I decided to put on some clothes.

While I did my homework, Daddy went and took his bath.� When he finished, he strode to his easy chair wearing only his boxer shorts and turned on that night's baseball game.� This was a ritual he performed nightly almost without fail.� Settled in with his bare feet propped up, he called for me to bring him a beer.� I did so and he took it from me without so much as looking at me.

It was getting dark and the boys came in talking loudly as they always did. I finished my homework and then retired to take my bath and get ready for bed. I could hear them in the living room, laughing and talking about something during a commercial break.� When it grew quiet, I knew the game was back on.� Daddy wasn't much for talking during his game.

I was enjoying the peace and relative quiet of my bath when Bobby walked in.� I was so used to this by now, that it didn't faze me.� He dropped his shorts and stepped into the bath with me.� So much for peace and quiet.

"We all had a blast today," he commented as he settled into the water facing me.�

"You promised that you wouldn't pull off my clothes," I replied trying to sound angry.

"Get real, Sis.� You knew that wasn't a real promise.� In fact, you knew that we were going to do it."

"I did not.� I trusted you."

"Yeah, right.� You had as much fun as we did."� As he said that he took my foot and placed it on his cock and balls.

"Admit it.� You had fun."� I wiggled my toes on him and tried not to grin.

"See!� You did have fun!"� His cock began to rise from the water and I added my other foot.

"Daddy says boys shouldn't touch other boys, but girls can touch boys all they want and boys can touch girls all they want."

I fiddled with his dick for a few minutes and was holding his hard-on with my feet when Daddy suddenly walked in.� He just looked at us as he fished his cock from his shorts and took a leak. When he finished he said, "When you are done there, JoAnne, bring me a beer and bring it to me naked. And make it quick."

Once Daddy left the bathroom Bobby tells me, "Kenny and I have a proposal for you."

"What kind of proposal?" I asked warily.

"We'll talk about it later, Sis.� I think you'd best be getting Daddy's beer now."

Bobby rose from the bath water, stepped out, took my towel and wandered off to his bedroom.� I pulled the plug and stepping out, I had to use Daddy's damp towel to dry off with.� Wrapping the towel around my body I headed for the kitchen which made me cross through the living room.� Daddy eyed me as I passed through to get him a cold can of beer.�

As I delivered his beer he said, "Loose the towel, girl."� I dropped the towel to the floor.

"That's better.

�You know, I'm like your brothers, I just like you better naked.

�Now come on up here and sit with me."� Being a good girl, I did just what my daddy told me to do.

I snuggled into his strong arms and chest and he hugged me to him.� Bending his head down, he kissed me on the forehead.� I smiled up at him.� He smiled back and his hands began to move, across my back, my bare butt, my legs, my tummy and my chest.

"Let's see those tits," he said as he lifted me up so that he could see me.

"I don't have any tits," I replied with a bit of embarrassment.

"Not now you don't, but you will in a few years," he said as he thumbed my nipples and brought them to two little peaks. "In a few years they'll be bigger and better," he said while toying with them.

"Does that feel good?"� I nodded that what he was doing did indeed feel good.

"See, they're just fine," he added before he pulled me up and pulled my chest to his lips.� Let me tell you, that felt even better, especially now that he a had a hand free to rub my butt and rub me between my legs.��

After a few minutes of nipple sucking and getting me and his fingers wet with my pussy juices, he stopped and cradled me in his strong arms while he resumed watching his game.� That's when I noticed that something had escaped from the fly of his boxers, and that something was much more interesting than that stupid game on TV!� Now, having spent an hour in the barn blindfolded and playing with the boys' cocks, I knew what that something was.� I'd felt it before too when sitting in Daddy's lap.� It was also a lot bigger than anything any of the boys had and that included Jake Branner.� For a moment I wondered if Daddy would mind if I touched it, and decided that he'd mind about as much as Bobby or Kenny would mind.� Testing that theory, I reached over and gently ran my fingers over it.� I was right!� Daddy didn't seem to mind at all.� Encouraged, I became a bit bolder and encircled, or at least I tried to encircle it with my hand, but my fingers wouldn't quite close around it.

I looked up and saw that Daddy wasn't watching the game too closely, as he was now looking at me holding him by his hard dick. I gave him a genuine smile and he smiled back.� Then he reached down with one hand, unsnapped his underwear, lifted his butt off the chair and then pushed his drawers down his legs until he was able to simply kick them off.� He was now as naked as I was and totally exposed to me.� He never said anything as I ran my hand up and down his shaft, feeling all the funny bumps and bulges and marveling at the heft of the thing.� For the moment, he apparently had lost interest in the baseball game he had been watching.

I ran my hand down and felt his big heavy balls rolling around in that loose funny sack that hung between boys' legs and wondered how they could walk with that between their legs.� I ran my hand back up his dick and felt around in the tangle of hair he had down there, marveling in how soft and springy it felt, then back to his dick and its silky smooth head that was now poking out of his foreskin like a turtle.� As smooth as it was, it became even smoother and slippery when my fingers smeared the drop of clear liquid that formed at the tip and smeared it all over.� I had felt that slipperiness earlier that day, but I didn't see what caused it; likewise I had seen it form on my brother Kenny's dick the other night when he and Bobby had gotten into the tub with me and just before Kenny shot all his spunk all over me.

I was really fascinated with Daddy's dick, just as I had been fascinated with feel of the boys' various dicks earlier in the day.� It's hard for me to describe how much I liked the feel of dicks, both large and small.� I was a lucky girl to have so many dicks available to me to touch and feel.� I just knew none of the girls in my class at school had as many dicks to play with as I did.� I decided then that maybe my two brothers weren't so mean after all.

Bobby called out for Daddy and then came into the room asking some stupid question.� He saw us there in Daddy's big easy chair. I guess he figured Daddy was busy, as he stopped talking, looked for a minute and then turned and went back to the boys' bedroom.� A few moments later he and Kenny came out, sat on the sofa and sort of watched the game while still watching us.

Daddy moaned softly and I felt his dick harden even more.� Then it happened.� He grunted as his dick throbbed in my hand and huge quantity of that white stuff shot off onto his chest and tummy.� It throbbed again and more stuff shot out.� None of the boys did that today! He kept moaning and� his dick kept throbbing and more and more stuff came out of it, only it wasn't shooting quite so far.� Before long it was just gushing out and then merely oozing out as it throbbed.� Presently there was also a real mess!� At least it was on Daddy and not on me like the other night.

Daddy stopped moaning and for a good while he lay back breathing hard with his eyes closed.� Meanwhile his dick grew soft in my hand.� Cool!�

Finally he said something.� In a whisper he said, "Oh, fuck yeah!� That was good!"� He opened his eyes and with a dazed expression he looked at me with a funny smile.� He took a deep breath.

"Better go get a wash rag and clean me up, girl," he said adding, "that is unless you have other ideas."� I didn't have any ideas other than I wanted to see and feel him squirting again like that.

Now, I was vaguely aware that my two brothers were in the room and on the sofa, but suddenly I realized that they had been watching me playing with Daddy's dick.� Suddenly I felt rather embarrassed, though I don't know why I felt that way at that point.� Yesterday, I could understand feeling that way, but today?� Anyway, Daddy fussed at me to "hop to it" and I ran to get him a wet wash cloth from the bathroom.� As I wiped him up, I couldn't believe how much man goo he had expelled.� As I looked at the large quantity of sticky goo I couldn't help but think, 'Ewwwwww!'

After I had him cleaned up, I threw the slimy washcloth directly in the washer; no way was I going to bathe with that rag tomorrow night!� Then as he was catching up on the 0 to 0 game, I rejoined Daddy in his easy chair.

He looked over at my two brothers and asked, "What do you two knuckleheads want?"

"Nothing, Dad.� We just came to watch the game."

"Well, you two watch it and tell me how it turns out tomorrow.� Me, I'm going to bed."

With that declaration, he lowered the footrest and then stood holding me in his arms, whereupon he carried me with him to his bed.� Within minutes he was snoring away while I held his soft dick in my hand.� It really amazed me how different it was when soft.� I could now flop it back and forth and even twist it slightly with no problem.� Guys are so cool!� And they always hide it!

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