This story contains scenes of gay incest.
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When my phone rang, I had just come out of another fruitless job interview. I recognized the area code but not the number. After I said "Hello", a voice said, "Andy? This is Cody. Your Uncle Cody."
"What's wrong?" I asked. The only reason he'd be calling is with bad news.
"Everything is fucked." he replied. "Your daddy is in the hospital."
"What happened? What's wrong with him?"
"He has a fractured pelvis and both of his arms are fucked up. I need you to come here."
"When did this happen?"
There was a tense silence on the line until Uncle Cody finally said, "A month ago. Your daddy made me swear I wouldn't call and bother you. He'll kill me when he finds out I snuck behind his back but everything here is going to shit and I don't know what to do."
"What about my brothers?" I asked.
"They're the cause of all the problems." he replied.
Let me pause my narrative right here and give you some background.
I have two older brothers. Steve, the eldest, was then 28. Tony, the middle son, was 26. I, Andrew, had just turned 20.
My parents divorced when I was a year old. My two brothers chose to stay with my father on the ranch but my mother took me with her when she left. I didn't see much of my family until I was around 5 years old and I started spending summers on the ranch. My two brothers made every day a living hell for me and I still hated both of them. I still don't know why they abused me the way that they did.
My daddy, on the other hand, is the sweetest man on earth. Even after the divorce my mama had nothing but good things to say about him and I think she stayed in love with him until she died. She never had anything good to say about my brothers and vice versa, they'd already started going wild when she left.
The last time I had seen my brothers was when I was ten years old. After a particularly hellish month of being tortured that summer, I woke up one morning to the two of them standing beside my bed and pissing on me in my sleep. I guess that was the last straw.
I waited until Tony was leaving the house by the back door and used all of my strength to push him down the porch steps so that he landed on his head at the bottom and knocked himself out. When Steve came into the kitchen a few minutes later, I stepped behind him and beat him with a wooden chair until it was in splinters and he was lying on the floor crying.
Daddy sent me home about 10 minutes later. He made periodic trips during the year to see me and we had a few weeks of vacation together every year. I loved my daddy as much as I loathed my brothers.
So, it didn't surprise me that my brothers were a problem.
"I'll get there as fast as I can." I told my uncle.
"That's what I thought you'd say." he replied. "There's a ticket waiting in your name at the airport, just hurry."
During the hours of plane travel I reviewed my life so far. When mama had died, I sold off everything I couldn't carry and moved east. I'd had a series of throw-away jobs while going to Business College.
Now, I was bunking on a friend's couch while looking for work. My whole life fit into a carry-on bag.
I'd known that I was gay from the very beginning. Mama had known and been very accepting, so I didn't grow up with a lot of angst about it. I'd always been athletic and in junior and high school I'd been on the gymnastics team every year. I was small, only a shade over five feet, but powerful. I'd had a long time DL relationship with another guy on the team, a black guy who was hung like a mule. I hadn't seen him since I'd moved east.
When the plane landed, I walked into the terminal and spotted Uncle Cody immediately. I'd forgotten what a good looking man he was. I hadn't seen him in ten years, either, but aside for some lines around his eyes and mouth he looked exactly the same. He was wearing a pair of jeans, tight but not too tight, that showed off his slim hips and full backside. They also showed off his full to bursting crotch. He was around six feet tall with not an ounce of extra fat and had an old fashioned cowboy mustache. Even in his mid-forties, he was a head turner.
He hadn't recognized me, so I walked up to him.
"I'm here, Uncle Cody." I said.
He gave me a long look up and down and said, "Well, you didn't grow as big as I would have expected but you look like a strong little fucker."
"Good things come in small packages, haven't you ever heard that?" I asked.
He gave me another once over and said, "I'll just bet that's the truth."
"Okay," I said, "now that we're done with the insults and all of the hello happy horseshit, take me to my daddy."
"And he doesn't take any crap." my uncle said approvingly.
He led me out to an old truck and we both climbed in. During the ride to the hospital, Uncle Cody filled me in on what had been going on.
Daddy ran a horse farm. Some boarders, some of his own. He gave riding lessons and had a little business with schools and other groups who wanted to bring the kids for a day of trying to be cowboys and girls. He'd never get rich but he got by alright.
One evening a month ago, he'd been leading one of the older horses back to her stall when my asshole oldest brother thought it would be funny to scare her. He'd thrown a firecracker under her but instead of bolting; the poor old thing had a heart attack and keeled over. On top of daddy. The weight had fractured his pelvis and my asshole brothers had compounded the damage by grabbing his arms and trying to pull him out from under, dislocating both shoulders and tearing the muscles.
"Thankfully, the fracture is the kind that doesn't need to be operated on. Your daddy just has to lay in bed immobile and heal. His arms, though, are in some kind of contraption that holds them up and out on either side of his body. He can't even scratch his balls by himself."
"Are my brothers waiting at the hospital?" I asked.
My uncle considered for a moment and then he said, "Truth be told, I haven't even seen those two fuckers in a week. Not that it really matters, they haven't visited your father once and when they are around all they do is drink beer, smoke pot and jerk off."
"Who's been helping you run the ranch?" I asked.
"Nobody." he replied as we pulled into the hospital lot. "And the whole shebang is going to hell in a hand basket."
We climbed out and as I followed him up the walk I was mesmerized by his denim covered ass. He had one of those full, lush butts that older men develop, not flabby but full and round. I was wondering if he had a hairy or smooth crack when he stopped suddenly and I walked right into him and felt my cock and balls bounce off of the ass I'd been admiring.
He turned around, rapped me on the head with one knuckle and said, "Wake up, knucklehead. We need to get our story straight around how you come to be here." There were pipe railings on either side of the walk and he turned and leant over with his bent arms resting on the top, his ass sticking out. That was even more distracting.
"I'll just say that I called the house several times and no one picked up. I was worried, so I phoned you. When you weren't able to put daddy on the phone I knew something was wrong and told you I was coming out here, come hell or high water."
"Okay, that should do it." he replied. He noticed me staring and asked, "Is there something on my jeans? Why are you staring at my ass?"
"I was just wondering if the jeans I brought are suitable for working." I quickly replied.
"We've got plenty of old clothes at the house, I'm sure I can fix you up with something." he said. "But I can't guarantee they'll fit as well as mine." He slapped himself on the ass and gave me a smile.
We went into the small hospital and approached the desk. Before my uncle could say anything, I told the nurse, "I'm Andy Russell and I'm here to see my dad."
When she looked up and smiled, she seemed vaguely familiar.
"It's good to see you, Andy." she said. "I was a friend of your mama's"
I looked at her name tag and a memory appeared.
"You sent a card when mama died." I said. "It had lilies of the valley on it and it had a real sweet note inside. I can't tell you how much that meant."
I could see that she was pleased that I would remember.
"I always admired your mama," she said, "it was the very least I could do." She made a shooing motion with her hand and then said, "Well, it will be a change for your daddy to have some company. The only face he's seen from outside in the past month has been your uncle."
The inferred criticism of my brothers didn't escape me.
"Will your brothers be stopping by later?" she asked innocently.
"I can't say, Ma'am. I haven't seen my brothers and they don't even know I'm here yet." I replied.
"I'd like to be a fly on the wall for that." she said. "I still remember when you beat the hell out of both of those little fuckers. Too bad you didn't kill them when you had the chance."
"I just got here." I replied. "And, the day's still young."
I gave her a wink and she laughed and said, "Your uncle can show you where to go. I'm right here if you need anything at all."
Uncle Cody led me to the room and when we entered, I almost cried out. They had daddy strapped up so that he looked like Frankenstein's monster, some kind of big metal frame around the top of the bed and the rest of him tied down. He looked up, surprised at first and then he said, "Andy, what are you doing here?"
I could see that the past month had added a few lines to his face but daddy was as handsome as ever. If Cody was a hot man, daddy was even hotter. His hair was just beginning to show threads of gray and he had deep creases around his eyes. His body, which I could see a lot of since he wasn't wearing a shirt and was sitting with a sheet around his waist, was firm and well muscled and tanned from hard work. There was a patch of dark hair in the center of his chest and it trailed down past his navel and under the sheet.
"Nobody would tell me what was going on with my daddy so I had to come and find out for myself."
"He just now got in and called me from the airport." my uncle said.
"I didn't want you coming all this way." daddy said to me. "I'll be alright in a while. You've got your own life to get on with."
"This is my life." I said. "Taking care of my father is the most important thing in it."
"I never was much of a father." he said with tears in his eyes. "I let your brothers run you off from me. I don't deserve your forgiveness."
"I've got nothing to forgive." I said. "My brothers are just bad seeds and nothing is your fault. They're not running me off this time."
"Maybe I'm glad I won't be there when the three of you meet up." daddy said, beginning to smile. "The last time, you sent them both to the hospital."
