Brothers Special Needs New

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Disclaimer: all characters in this story are 18 or older

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Their mother Irene was downstairs, fuming over everything that had just transpired. She knew kids made mistakes and got into trouble. But this? No, no, no-- not in her household. Irene stared pensively out a window, thinking back to her earlier years; hoping to remember a little insight from her own mother as to how to handle the current situation.

Irene had a very religious upbringing, and so the worst thing she had ever done as a teenager was smoke cigarettes... ONCE. Because the second Irene's mother had caught her smoking that first cigarette, she sat Irene down outside and forced her to smoke a whole carton of them. After that event, she never could even look at a cigarette without getting queasy.

"All right, Irene, keep it together. Yes, you just saw your daughter with your son's, ahem, pecker in her mouth...what... what can we do about this?" she thought to herself.

As if by design, the front door creaked open. It was her husband, Ben, returning from his morning field work.

"God, those cattle sure were stubborn this morning. Couldn't even get half of 'em up without a good coaxing." Ben patted away some of the dust on his overalls.

"Not in the house, Ben, I spend all day cleaning up the place, then you go do something like that, I swear you're worse than the... the kids!" Irene said, with a scowl on her face. She sheepishly turned her head downwards, staring at the floor to hide the blush coming to her face.

Ben grew a concerned look on his face. "What is it? Are the kids okay, Irene?" Ben said, as he started to grow more serious, worried about his two kids who were the center of his world.

"Well, honey. I... I caught the kids fooling around in the shower," Irene said, sheepishly, still refusing to meet Ben's gaze. She shuffled a little uncomfortably and placed her left hand on her opposite shoulder.

Ben figured they must have brought some of David's toy sets into the shower, or something. "Fooling around in the shower? What do you mean? David's always been a hassle to bathe after the accident, from what you told me," Ben said, mentally dismissing the conversation. He wandered over to his wife and grabbed her around the waist, playfully.

"NOT NOW, BEN, OUR CHILDREN NEED US!" Irene pushed Ben away.

He was used to it at this point. Ever since they had had their first kid, it had been a dry spell for him. Headaches, bad days, rain checks-- it seemed almost every possible excuse was given by Irene to avoid her wifely duties. It had been a shock that they even had Maggie at all.

Ben loved her, though; she was a good wife. Just maybe a bit prudish. He audibly chuckled, sending Irene over the edge.

"Do you find this situation to be funny... Ben?" Irene said,as she prodded him in the chest with one of her fingers.

Ben was surprised it had some force behind it, causing him to rub his chest with one hand. "No, no, dear... not at all. I was just thinking about something else is all," Ben replied, hoping to appease her. He couldn't possibly imagine what had happened to cause his wife to be so cold with him.

"Oh? Something 'else'? Something more important than the health and safety of our children? Please, Ben, tell me what you're thinking about, I'd love to know..." Irene said,with a tone that made him shudder.

Ben knew he had backed himself into a corner, a very dangerous corner. "I'm sorry if I bothered you, sugar pie. Tell me what's wrong, so I can help as best I can," Ben said, in a lovey-dovey voice.

"No, I tried to tell you and you didn't listen. Now, you're going to have to see for yourself what has been going on in this house, while you've been busy making up jokes in your head!" Irene said coldly, as she turned to call upstairs to Maggie and David.

"KIDS! GET DOWN HERE, YOUR FATHER JUST GOT IN!" she shouted.

David was the first to appear, in a new set of clothes--wearing a simple grey shirt and jeans. He quickly ran down the stairs and stood in front of his parents, oblivious to their prior conversation.

Maggie, however, was worried; knowing that their parents had probably discussed what had happened, and planned to punish them somehow.

Maggie meekly made her way down the staircase, in what seemed like slow motion to her. Finally next to David, all Maggie could do was stare at her parents with a blushed face.

"Now, this is going to be news to you, Ben, but there have been some 'problems' that have arisen. I walked in just today on your daughter having an illicit interaction with your son in the bathroom, Ben. She even put her MOUTH on his PRIVATE area!"

Ben was shocked, the look on his face was of sheer disbelief. "Maggie... is that true?" It was almost as if the room started to spin around him. He never had to have 'the talk' with David due to his condition. He assumed his wife had already given it to Maggie. Let alone the fact he never imagined his kids would be doing anything TOGETHER.

"It's all a misunderstanding, Pa, I swear!" Maggie retorted, a real sadness in her eyes and voice.

Ben could sense her feelings; his heart reached out to her, he knew this was just a mistake. It had to be.

"Maggie, don't you try to weasel your way out of this! You will be punished for this. From now on, you must be supervised when you wash David," Irene said firmly, just about stomping her foot on the ground in frustration.

"But Ma, even if I was the problem, why not just wash David yourself?!" Maggie said, smartly.

This seemed to only make her mother even more angry. "Being supervised while washing him is the punishment. Lord knows I wish I had eight arms like an octopus, so I could do everything in this house myself, but I can't. This supervision is going to take time out of my or your pa's day. It sets us back as well. We don't want to do it," Irene stated matter of factly, arms across her chest, back straight as an arrow.

Ben started thinking to himself of how 'we' had gotten involved. He had only even just then heard of the situation, let alone whatever plan his wife had concocted. However,after being married this long, he knew better than to disagree in front of the children. Supervised bath times sounded ridiculous to him, but he was sure he could have his wife clarify what she meant later.

"On top of that, missy, this is to help you stop sexualizing everything so much. Your brother has a condition and needs help. Not some flesh-starved harlot to put her mouth on his HUGE THINGY!" Irene snapped at Maggie, causing everyone in the room to grow more tense, even David, who was previously just thinking about race cars.

Ben repeated the words in his head, 'huge thingy'. He never really had thought about it before, but that must mean his wife thought that David's cock was much bigger than his own. Irene never called his penis a 'huge'anything-- ever. She had never complained about his penis size before, he had given her two beautiful kids;surely everything is okay, Ben thought to himself, must just be trying to make David feel comfortable about his body.

"We are going to start right now. I already brought a washcloth and a bucket. David, take your pants off," Irene said, sweetly. She started to undo David's belt buckle for him; he had always struggled with that part.

Without a sense of shame at all, David followed his mother's lead. He pulled his pants down, leaving nothing but his underwear on. David's flaccid, nine-inch penis was visibly hanging down in his underwear before his family;the head of his penis poking out a couple of inches past the hem of his boxers.

Ben nearly choked, he had never actually seen David's penis before. It was longer soft than Ben's was hard, and it was already much thicker. Ben was shocked, he always just assumed David would be around the same size as him and had never given it a second thought.

Irene noticeably gulped before gaining her composure. "You see how well behaved he is? He listens, Maggie, unlike you. Now, take this washcloth and bucket and clean his penis," Irene said, as she forced the items hurriedly into Maggie's hands.

"But, Ma we just showered, there's no reason to..." Maggie trailed off as her mother gave her the death stare. Maggie knew better than to keep rattling on once she saw that. Maggie knelt down in front of David, placing the bucket on the ground next to her, tears almost welling up in her eyes.

"No, honey, you need to move more to the right, your father can't see with you there," Irene said, in a professional tone.

Ben kept silent. He could see just fine-- his daughter was kneeling down in front of his son's penis. He didn't want any view of this at all, let alone a better one.

Maggie shifted to the right more. "How about now?" she said slyly, almost mockingly.

"That's much better, dear. Now, David, your boxers,please?" Irene cooed to her precious son.

David saw what was happening and started to understand."Bath, bath, bath," David said, as a big grin spread across his face.

"Yes, David, it's time for another bath. This time, we won't let your sister do anything funny, we promise." Irene walked over and kissed David on the head. "Go ahead now, sweetheart." Irene gently pushed at the waistband of David's boxers.

David followed suit, taking both hands to his waistband,and yanked his underwear down around his ankles. His cock spilled forth, hanging proudly out in front of him down to his knee. "Baaaaath," he verbalized.

"Yes, David, it's bath time," Irene said, catching herself gawking at her son's penis. She turned to Ben, who, at this point, was sitting down on a chair; Blown away by this suddenness and ridiculousness of what was happening in front of him.

"Irene..." Ben barely managed to stammer out, his eyes locked onto David's flaccid penis.

Irene didn't even respond, probably not hearing Ben's voice at all, as she was so focused on the task at hand.

This was the best Ben could muster; all he could then do was to continue staring, in shock, as Maggie proceeded to dunk the washcloth into the soapy mix in the pail.

Maggie raised the cloth up, cradling David's testicles with one hand. As the cloth made contact with his balls, David let out a murmur, "Cold, cold, cold," and started to shake his body back and forth, causing his penis to begin to flail around wildly. Irene's eyes were glued to David's penis, Ben was sure of it. But there was nothing he could say, he would be crazy to think his wife would enjoy seeing this crazy display.

"You're going to have to deal with it, David, now come here," Maggie said, as she reached out and grabbed David by the penis, pulling him closer to her.

Ben started to feel his own cock getting hard from seeing all of this; luckily, for once, his smaller size made it easier to hide from his family.

As if on cue, the show really started.

Getting pulled by his penis was enough to start to get David excited. His nine-inch, flaccid cock started to expand, inch by inch; first to ten inches, going past his knee; then to eleven inches, as it started to rise upwards, drawing everyone's gaze. Then, finally, it began to stick outwards towards everyone, curving upwards like a large banana at its full twelve inches.

Irene gasped loudly, "YOU SEE WHAT YOU DID,MAGGIE?! David was fine this whole time until you had to go and grab his thingy. You're only supposed to wash it! Let me show you," Irene said, as she walked over, kneeled down next to Maggie, and took the washcloth from her.

"You're supposed to start from the base like this!" Irene proclaimed, as she wrapped the washcloth around the base of David's penis. "Then you pull up like this." Irene slid her washcloth-covered hand from the base of David's penis, all the way up to right before the head of his cock."Then back down, you see? Clinically," Irene said, all proper.

Irene rubbed the coarse washcloth back down the length of David's shaft. Ben was watching almost feverishly, as his wife's hands worked their way up and down David's engorged cock. He couldn't remember the last time his wife ever touched him that way. Ben's own penis was hard as it had ever been. Its meager four inches hidden with him sitting down.

"Now, Maggie, I think it goes without saying, but in your brother's case, we may need to use two hands." Irene left one hand wrapped around the base of David's penis, as she placed the other just behind the head of his cock. Slowly, she began rubbing and lathering up David's penis with soap.

As Irene worked both hands up and down David's penis, Ben was losing his mind. His cock was harder than it had been in years. He was also angry, why was his wife just jerking off his son in front of him.

"Irene, I think the boy may be a bit overworked right now," Ben stated a bit loudly, causing Irene to shoot a dirty look his way.

"Oh, honey, you can come over and clean David up if you want. Trust me, I wish you would take some responsibility for your own son," Irene said, as she continued to stroke David's cock.

"Mom, David's pecker is hard, what are you doing?" Maggie said, sort of fed up with the double standards that seemed to be at play here.

"Don't you dare try to pin this on me. It's because of what YOU did that he is like this now," Irene said, sharply.

Maggie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her mother was literally blaming her for everything.

"Now, come here and help wash your brother just like I showed you." Irene took her hand off the base of David's cock, grabbed Maggie's hand, and used it as a replacement.

Ben was forced to watch as his daughter's hand held up David's cock by the base, while his wife worked her hand up and down its length to 'wash it'.

David began to murmur, "Mmm, mmmm, mmm."

"Awwww, my sweet boy loves his bath times, doesn't he?" Irene said, smiling a little. Knowing she and David really did get in a lot of bonding during their bath-time routines. Irene started to reminisce about when she used to be solely responsible for David's well being, and smiled warmly as her hand lathered up David's cock. She almost missed this, but it always made her arms sore.

"Now, Maggie, you take over; both hands just like I showed you," Irene said, as she let go of David's cock causing it to bobble around until Maggie could get her other hand around the shaft to stabilize it.

"Isn't this sweet, Ben, look at our two kids bonding together. I'm sure they will remember this time together when they are older and miss how close they used to be," Irene cooed, as she made her way over to Ben.

Ben's eyes were bulging. "My god," Ben thought to himself, "Maggie could fit three-- no, four-- of her hands on that thing." His own penis was already leaking what little pre-cum it could produce-- barely a drop, but that even only happened when he was considerably turned on.

Irene plopped down onto Ben's lap just like she normally did when he was around, always enjoying being close to Ben.

"Uh, oh..." Ben croaked out quietly, as he felt the very tip of his hard member poke into his wife's butt slightly.

Irene turned in shock, and stared at him sternly. "We will discuss this later. Right now, we have to make sure our kids understand the CIVILITY in what they are doing. You hear that, kids, CIVILITY," Irene repeated, to drive the point home to everyone in the room.

"CIRVITTITY, CIRVITITTY," David kept repeating,excitedly.

"Oh look, he learned a new word!!!!" Irene jumped up from Ben's lap, much to Ben's delight. Having his wife's ass on his cock wasn't making it easier to lose his erection.

Irene bounded over to David and started to kiss his face,as Maggie continued to wash David's monstrous cock. That just about did it for David. His balls started contracting up and down, as if they were pumping up cum from deep inside him, readying to shoot it out his firehose of a cock. Pre-cum had finally made its way down to the tip of David's penis, pouring out almost like thick water.

"Ew, gross!" Maggie shouted, as the pre-cum began to spill from his cock like a small waterfall, mixing in with the soap.

"There's nothing gross about your brother, Maggie, don't shame him for needing to be bathed!" Irene snorted at Maggie, without checking to see the cause of Maggie's remark.

"But... but Mo--" Maggie started.

"No ifs, ands, or buts, missy. You keep cleaning your brother until I say. I don't care if you think he's clean. This is part of the punishment. Doing things the right way!" Irene smiled proudly.

David smiled back at her. "Cirvittity, cir cir, cirv... TITTY!" David exclaimed, as with one final stroke his cock exploded like a volcano.

Everything was in slow motion.

Ben was sitting in his chair, his penis hard. Irene was standing there, staring lovingly into David's eyes. David was grinning harder than Irene had ever seen. Maggie, not catching David's warning, was seeing a huge rope of cum speeding towards her. Maggie tried to dodge it, but all she managed to do was to turn her head slightly.

The first rope of cum splattered hard against her cheek. "DAV--!" was all Maggie managed to say, as the minute she opened her mouth, the second shot hit her upper lip, and dripped down onto her tongue, forcing Maggie to spit hard onto the floor. The third and fourth shots landed in her freshly washed hair.

Ben couldn't hold back anymore. His own penis began ejaculating; first, one spurt, then a second, before quickly going soft. David's penis, however, gushed out a fifth shot onto Maggie's chest, before dribbles began streaming out, leaking from the tip of his penis to halfway down his long shaft; finally finding its resting place on the floor.

The whole room went silent except for David, who then started to hum to himself, "Hmmm, hmm-hmm, hmmmmm,hm-hmm, hmmm," as the last bits of his load continued to leak out.

Ben couldn't believe it. He had never produced anything close to even the first rope of David's ejaculation. What was worse, from what he could see, David's cock was still standing tall and proud, while Ben's own was already shriveled up in his pants, without even enough cum to leak through his boxers and jeans. Ben thanked God for that, as having a cum spot on his pants right then was the last thing he needed anyone to see.

Irene gasped and looked down at her daughter, by then covered in David's semen. "MAGGIE, IN FRONT OF YOUR PARENTS?!" she shouted, and grabbed Maggie by the ear, dragging her up to her feet.