WARNING: SCAT
It takes a little huntin’, but I eventually find mah way tah the little stream runnin’ by the cabin. I gots the amulet with me, but it’s sealed up in a plastic container–big enough that it should float–I’d bury it ‘round here somewhere, but I can’t risk Unc or mah Bro findin’ it. They wouldn’t understand what this fuckin’ thing does tah people. I can’t even trust mahself, not really. Even now…there’s this voice in mah head, tellin’ me I’m bein’ dumb, that this ain’t what I want, but I can tell it’s a lie. It’s the amulet, puttin’ shit in mah head, tellin’ me I was in college, ‘n livin’ in the city. I fuckin’ know that ain’t right–I ain’t that dumb. A faggot whore like me, goin’ tah college–no fuckin way!
This is the best, fer all a us. I seal it tight, and test it in an eddy–makin’ sure it floats, ‘n then I chuck it out intah the current and watch it flow away downstream, makin’ sure I don’t see it get caught on a root or anythin’. As it goes away, the voice starts fadin’ too–it’s a relief, really. I feel good fer the first time in days. I feel like mahself, like I’m supposed tah feel. I wipe mah hands dry on mah dirty jeans, ‘n head back tah the cabin, wonderin’ if unc’s woken up yet from his nap.
The cabin has seen better days–sure as hell don’t look as good as it did a few days ago–I think–but it’s home, right? We all like it here, anyway–here with family. Where we all belong. I head inside, ‘n I can hear Bro ‘n Unc goin’ at it already in the other room–figured they’d wake up first–after all, they didn’t need nearly as much work as mah Pa did. Yeah, Pa had been a real piece a fuckin’ work, let me fuckin’ tell ya, but he’ll be feelin’ much better now, trust me, now that he know’s just how important family is. Once he realizes just how much he needs me.
I did what he asked–first. I made him mah Pa, just like he’d told me to do. He wasn’t very happy ‘bout the rest a it, but we got everythin’ sorted out over a couple a hours. Told ‘em how much he loves me, how much he loves his whore son, how much he loves mah holes, how he thinks about bein’ with me night ‘n day. Still–that wasn’t enough fer me. I didn’t just want him tah love me–I want him tah need me. I want him tah need all a us. After all, family’s got tah stick tahgether, but Pa–he had a real mean streak. Thought he could go it all alone. Well, I helped him see the truth, sure as fuckin’ hell I did.
“Fuckin…what the fuckin’ hell happened tah me?”
That’s mah cue, I think–it’s Pa’s voice, at least, so he must be wakin’ up finally. I head into his room, and It’s the smell that hits me first. We can’t get him real clean anymore, not as big as Pa’s gotten, so he stinks pretty much all the time–still, I don’t mind–I love the stink of a dirty fucker, after all. He’s there on the bed–a massive heavin’ pile a flesh. Nine hundred pounds a flesh, tah be exact. I walk around the side of the bed, hearin’ ‘em wheaze ‘n start tah panic, his arms flailin’, legs tryin’ tah push up against his bulk, but it ain’t no use. Pa ain’t been up outta that bed in years now, ‘n wit his appetite, he ain’t never gettin’ outta there again.
He looks o’er ‘n sees me, and I can see it. I can see him tryin’ tah be mad, but the love fer me he feels every time he sees me washes it all away. “Boy–son, fuck–what the fuck did ya do tah me? This…this ain’t right. This wasn’t the deal. I can’t…I can’t move…”
“Course not, Pa. Ya know that. Ya ain’t moved from that bed in three years.”
He’s crying now–I can’t tell if it’s because he’s so happy tah see me, or because he’s terrified. Probably both, but the first one’ll wear the other one out soon. “Where’s the necklace–the amulet. Where it it!”
“Don’ know what ya talkin’ ‘bout Pa–musta been a dream ya were havin.”
“Ya…Ya fuckin’…fuck!” He flails some more, trying to roll over, but it’s no use. “Please son, I gotta take a shit…”
“Don’t worry none ‘bout that! That’s what we keep Unc around for, right?” I turn and call out, yelling for my uncle tah git in Pa’s room, and a few seconds later, my uncle bounds in. He stinks worse than the rest a the room, but he don’t mind–all Unc wants tah be, after all, is a cumdump and full service toilet–ya’d bee surprised what men round here are willin’ tah pay fer his services–some guys refuse tah piss ‘n shit anywhere else. My bro comes in after, stinkin’ a sweat–he was probably just fuckin’ Pa’s hole wit his ten inch cock–big muscular beast of a top, he fuckin’ is, but dumb as a rock. Only one with any sense left in this family is me, after all. “Come on Bro, let’s lift.”
Together, we grab hold of the chain hanging off to the side of the room, and haul up Pa’s legs by the ankles, and Unc dives for the grungy crack as soon as he can, lickin’ ‘n suckin’ at Pa’s hole–and he lets go, horrified, but already settlin’ intah the norm. We knot the chain up, keepin’ pa’s legs high, ‘n when Unc’s done with his meal, Bro hops up next and starts plowin’ Pa’s hole, makin’ him moan ‘n hollar–and I get up on his flabby chest, straddlin’ him, and kiss ‘em, ‘n let Pa suck on mah cock, seein’ how happy he is, servin’ his son, his favorite boy in the whole wide world.
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