Westcott Family Farm
by Nicholas Hall
Chapter 4
"Nobody who has not been in the interior of a family can say what the difficulties of any individual of that family may be."
(Jane Austin)
I stood, open-mouthed in amazement, gob-smacked, felt Andy's arm wrap around me lending me his support and love, as I watched my twin sister, Janet Westcott, followed by the young boy who emerged from the driver's side door, walk slowly and hesitantly to the porch. She paused, as if to catch her breath or seek courage from an inner source, before ascending the steps and standing in front of me. The young man accompanying her was clearly her son and was shorter than me, about Andy's size, but weighing less, with dark hair and blue eyes; eyes that looked at me, then Andy suspiciously, as if expecting us to say something to him or his mother he found either threatening or unfriendly! The boy stepped closer to his mother, assuming an almost defensive mode, one hand thrust in his pocket and the other touching her.
"Jacob," Janet said, greeting me with a smile, "it's been a long time!"
God; I couldn't believe it, but nodded, acknowledging the fact, and smiled back answering warmly, my voice choked with emotion, "Too long; welcome home, sister," and reached forward to hug her.
The boy began stepping between us, inserting himself between his mother and me, but stepped back when Janet said, "It's okay, Robbie, he's my brother!" She paused a moment then added, "Wave to your brothers to come up here as well."
I hugged the frail body of my sister, realizing as I did, she was seriously ill! I hoped she'd allow Andy to check her out and see what the problem was. As much as I wanted to hope it wasn't a life-threatening illness, in my heart I knew it was.
Robbie watched as his mother and uncle stood in their embrace, finally turning his attention to the van and following his mother's instruction, waved his hand and shouted, "Come on up!"
The van doors opened and five dark-haired, lightly tanned, delightfully attractive smaller versions of their older brother emerged and slowly made their way to the porch. As they approached, reluctantly I released my sister from our embrace and watched as the brothers, began to ascend the steps. As each came up, the next was a slightly smaller version, until the last one stood, hands behind his back, alongside his mother with the rest.
Janet reached out, touching each boy as she introduced them to me; touching Robbie, she said, "Robert, age thirteen, and we call him Robbie, and he's my driver."
David, known as Davey, age twelve was followed by Scott, age ten and called Scotty. Janet paused as she came to the next boy, the most attractive of the six and said, as she introduced him,
"Jacob Matthew, age nine and we call him 'Mattie.' He's named after you, Jake, because I thought he looked so much like you. He's quite bashful, shy, so to speak, and rarely, if ever speaks. He's our special boy and brother, aren't you, Mattie?"
Mattie just grinned and dipped his head in apparent embarrassment.
The two youngest waited their turn to be introduced; Edward, age eight, answered to "Eddie," and James, age seven, answered to "Jamie."
"I named them after Dad and all of our grandparents," Janet informed Jacob. "I didn't have any girls so Mom and the grandmothers lucked out. Boys," she said pointing at me, "meet your Uncle Jacob or 'Jake' as I called him and….." hesitating as she looked at Andy.
"Andy Jamison-Westcott," I interjected quickly and proudly, "my spouse. We were married a little over two years ago. He's your Uncle Andy by marriage, boys!"
Not a word was said by the six of them; they didn't show any reaction one way or the other, just continued to stare at Andy and me; the younger ones huddled closer to Robbie, as if seeking his protection; Scotty and Davey standing behind them acting as a back-up, so to speak. Mattie, however, stood just to the side of Robbie, a sort of puzzling scowl on his face, apparently evaluating the situation and the two men in front of him who'd announced they were now his uncles, one by marriage. He showed no visible signs of fear, only curiosity and thoughtfulness.
"Weird," I thought, observing their behavior. "I'll bet they've been through some hard times!"
Janet looked around, commenting, "The Farm's changed quite a bit. Still doing strawberries and sweet corn?"
Nodding and about to add the other changes I'd made, when she looked past me into the house.
"Where's Mom and Dad?" her eyes sweeping the farm yard and then back to the house and me.
I knew she was bound to ask, dreading it, so I inhaled a deep breath, realizing she had no idea, exhaled, and answered quietly and sadly, "Dad died in a car accident about six years ago and cancer took Mom a little over four years ago."
I noticed the slight slump in her shoulders and a quick look of loss cross her face when she heard the news. I shifted my gaze to the boys and all six looked at her with either a sense of panic or disappointment, I just couldn't quite decide.
"Oh!" was all she said in acknowledgement of our parent's death.
"I tried locating you," I explained apologetically, "after each one passed away but no matter where I looked or how hard I tried, I found no trace of you. I'm so sorry, Janet!"
"That's okay," she sighed with resignation, "it's just I was hoping…," and stopped in mid-sentence.
"Do you need a place to stay for a while?" I asked quickly picking up on her disappointment, "after all, you did come home and I really want the chance to visit with you and get to know my nephews. Besides, they look like they're hungry and tired and would like something to eat and a warm bed to sleep in," and a good bath, I thought.
She nodded and tears formed in her eyes and slowly trickled down her cheeks. "That would be nice! I told the boys on the way here maybe Grandma and Grandpa Walcott would let us stay for a while…"
"Janet," I interrupted taking her by the hand, "you and the boys can stay as long as you like," and led her into the living room. Turning to Andy, I said, "Ask Mrs. Williams if she can stay a little longer this evening and help us with supper."
"Boys, get your bags out of the van," Janet instructed, "and Robbie, bring in the laundry bag too. We need to wash some clothes."
The boys scrambled through the door and down the steps on the porch as Andy made a quick dash up the stairs in order to locate our cleaning lady. She only came in once a week, since there were just the two of us, and usually was done by five in the afternoon. Andy hoped she didn't have to be somewhere else this evening, since we could use some help fixing supper. By the looks of his sister-in-law, figured she was really, really ill and would be of little help. Before the boys returned from the van, he bounded back down the stairs and gave me the "thumbs up" sign that supper would be taken care of.
The boys reassembled in the living room and actually had the opportunity to look the place over. The living room, as well as the rest of the house, was nicely furnished, but with a slight male flair. By the looks on their faces, however, this was much nicer accommodations than they were accustomed to.
Noticing the boys looking around, Janet commented apologetically, "We've been living a little rough the past couple of months."
I looked at Andy and Andy returned the look knowingly. The boys' clothes were soiled and the boys themselves were in need of a bath. I didn't think it'd hurt my sister either.
"Janet," I offered, "why don't you take the guest room just off of the living room. The door is just behind me. It has a private bathroom with a shower and a separate tub. It might be easier for you to use it rather than use one of the spare rooms upstairs. Besides, I think the boys will be using those rooms."
She just nodded her approval. I looked at my nephews saying, "Boys, I'll bet you all would like a nice hot shower or bath, get your heads shampooed, and into some clean clothes before supper, so follow me," and headed for the stairs.
"What if we don't want to?" Robbie growled from behind me.
I turned, fixed my eyes on my defiant nephew, thinking it might be sufficient to move the lad, but Robbie just stared back. His brothers gathered around him, again!
Andy stepped up and said quietly, "Robbie, I don't think Uncle Jacob made that as a choice; he wants you to take a bath or shower before you have supper," and reached over toward the nearest boy, who just happened to be Mattie, and lightly clasped his arm intending to guide up toward the stairs and perhaps start a parade of boys in that direction.
"Take your fucking hands off of my brother!" threatened Robbie, as he, Davey, and Scotty stepped menacingly toward Andy.
"I beg your pardon?"
"I said, take your fucking hands off of my brother you little cock-sucking faggot!" and whipped out folding knife with about a six inch blade exposed. Janet stood to the side, offering no reprimand or comment of any kind during the confrontation.
I was about to intervene and caution Robbie it wasn't wise to threaten anyone with a knife who excelled in the martial arts, but before I could, Robbie was on the floor, flat on his back, arm twisted so the knife now pointed about two inches from his face, and Andy in full control!
Robbie started to resist, struggling against the tight hold on his arm, but Andy cautioned, "Stay still or you'll get hurt even more! Now, Robbie, you may call me Mr. Jamison-Westcott or Andy or Uncle Andy, but you'll not refer to me or anyone else in our household as a "little cock-sucking faggot." I'm a gay man who is married to your Uncle Jacob, also gay, and you will respect that as we will respect you! Agreed?"
Robbie only glared, his face and blue eyes steeled in defiance!
"Perhaps, Robbie, if I just carve up your pretty face with your toy, it'll help you respond," and pushed the knife closer to his face, while twisting his arm just a little more.
The little boys began crying, "He's going to kill him; stop him Uncle Jacob;" while Scotty and Davey, thinking retreat was the better part of valor, stepped back from the confrontation. I, looked toward the crying boys and noticed Mattie standing very still, tear filled eyes trying to take in the scene, his lower lip quivering.
"Mattie," I said softly and held open my arms.
Mattie almost leaped into them and accepted the protective embrace. Eddie and Jamie quickly scurried over to join him and clasped their arms around my waist as well.
"Not to worry," I crooned calmly, pulling Mattie's head close to my chest, and, freeing my hands briefly, touching the other boy's heads as well, trying to reassure them. "Uncle Andy's not going to hurt Robbie, but Robbie needs to learn to respect people as well."
Andy increased the pressure on Robbie's arm, inching the knife blade ever closer until Robbie sobbed loudly, "Yes, I agree!" and Andy released him. They both stood and before Robbie could move away, Andy grabbed him again, but this time pulled him into a firm, loving embrace.
"Uncle Jacob and I want to love you and your brothers ever so much, Robbie, but we do have to respect each other don't we?"
Robbie didn't resist the hug, in fact, sort of melted into it, and nodded. With that Andy released him, folded the knife blade back into the handle, and handed it back to Robbie. Robbie accepted it with a bewildered expression on his face.
Andy shrugged and said, "It's your knife, not mine," took Robbie by the hand, waved at Scotty and Davey, and led them upstairs. I followed with Mattie, Eddie, and Jamie following like little ducks on the way to the pond.
Although there was a separate bathroom with shower and tub at the end of the hall on the second floor, Andy led them into the good-sized master bedroom with its large bathroom. The master bath contained a two man shower and a separate big bathtub equipped with water jets to "ease the muscles" I said when we had it installed. Andy had responded it only made him hornier, if that was at all possible!
"This is Uncle Jacob's and our bedroom and bathroom," Andy explained. "You're welcome to use it if the other one at the end of the hall is busy, but today we're all going to use it. I need a shower, Uncle Jacob needs a bath because he smells like pig shit, and you boys smell worse than a troop of scouts with heavy skid marks in their shorts after a week's campout."
His remarks seemed to break the tension and the boys began to giggle.
"Okay, nephews," I said, "time to get naked," Pulling off my shirt, removing my shoes and socks, and finally dropped my britches and boxer shorts. When my flaccid uncircumcised cock popped out and my large balls swayed back and forth, all six boys stared open-mouthed at the sight! My stature only seemed to exaggerate the actual size of my manhood and the boys took notice of it!
Andy, shucking off his clothes, shrugged again, commenting, "Big isn't he?" and looked down at his smaller dick. Of course, the boy's attention was immediately drawn to Andy; he was also uncircumcised but flaccid, smaller than Jacob, but had a very nice, extremely well developed piece of man hood tucked into his crotch. Robbie stared at it, licked his lips, and started to pull down his pants.
His brothers followed and each, except for Mattie, stripped to the buff. Andy and I, watching our nephews disrobe, caught notice of the unwashed, and almost thread bare clothing the boys wore. Their t-shirts were dirty beyond cleaning, their jeans almost stiff in places from soil, and their underwear needed to be tossed rather than washed. Eddie and Jamie wore clothing that was clearly hand-me-downs from their older brothers and it was in equally if not worse shape.
Mattie just stood, his eyes seeking mine, silently asking me to do it for him, while his voice said nothing. I noticed, smiled at the silent, but beautiful boy, and lovingly began to undress him, talking to him, telling him how happy Uncle Andy and I were to have him and his brothers come to live with us. Once Mattie and everyone was naked, we looked at the giggling boys and did a quick, visual physical assessment of them.
The boys were all desperate need of bathing and having their heads shampooed. There were some red and chaffed places on their bodies from the lack of cleanliness and they each had a distinct unwashed odor about them. They were all uncircumcised, and if their black hair, blue eyes and lightly tanned complexions had not identified them as Westcott' their cocks most certainly did!
If the average thirteen year old's penis was four and a half inches long, flaccid, Robbie was easily five to six with a sparse bush and nice full balls; Davey hung four to five inches with developing hair and gonads; Scottie, three to four inches and balls that hung just as nicely as his older brothers; all clearly well into pubescence and very capable of producing cum. Eddie and Jamie's penis's appeared to be around three or more inches in length and their balls were tucked up tight in their crotch, but Mattie, that was a completely different story!
At nine years old, Mattie didn't exhibit any signs of puberty yet; hairless legs, face, crotch and balls, with a flaccid uncircumcised cock, with a long foreskin, of perhaps four inches plus and balls the size of small grape tomatoes, dangling freely in a smooth, loose sack. Of all of his brothers, I estimated once Mattie started to mature, his cock and balls would increase in size and length until he easily would have the largest cock and balls. In fact, if I was willing to bet, by the time Mattie was eleven or twelve years old he'd have a man-sized cock and be the envy of every man and boy in the area. Mattie was going to be the real stallion in the family!
Turning my attention from the boys, I turned on the faucets of the tub and began filling it with water. While it filled, I took eight big Turkish bath towels and wash cloths from the linen closet in the bathroom, picked up two containers of body-wash and two of shampoo. I gave half to Andy and took the others with me to where Mattie, Eddie, and Jamie who stood watching the tub fill.
Andy lay the towels on the toilet seat, reached into the shower, turned on both shower heads, and instructed Robbie, Scotty, and Davey to join him. I told Eddie and Jamie to climb into the tub, handed Mattie a towel, kissed him on the forehead, and asked him to sit on the floor and wait while I cleaned his brothers. I climbed into the tub, sat the boys down next to me, dampened their hair, pulled Jamie to my lap and began a soothing, cleansing, massaging shampoo of his shoulder-length, but unclean hair and his scalp, noting all of the boys could use a haircut or at least a trim, as well. Although I didn't find the long hair unattractive the boys sprouted. I could overhear Andy and his charges laughing and talking. Robbie evidently asked Andy to shampoo his hair for him and when asked how long it had been since they had a bath, heard Robbie respond, "Oh, about two weeks. We've been living in the van since we left Louisiana!"
The two little boys were enjoying the luxury of the warm bath, swirling the water around while I carefully scrubbed their bodies. When it came time to wash their butts and crotches, they stood and allowed me to do it. They giggled when the soapy cloths cleaned out their butt cracks and began to bone up when I washed their immature penises. As I skinned the foreskin back on each boy and cleaned their boyhood sprouts, I explained how important it was to keep their cocks clean. When I was done, I climbed out of the tub, lifted the boys out, drained the water, and dried them. Wrapping each one in a towel, I re-filled the tub with clean water so I could give Mattie his bath.
Mattie waited patiently, smiling, his blue eyes dancing with joy at the prospects of taking a bath with his Uncle Jacob. When the tub filled with hot water, he stepped into the tub and motioned for me to join him. We both sat in the hot water, Mattie scooted so he sat between my legs, his back resting up against my stomach and balls, and let me wash his hair. As I massaged the shampoo into his hair, Mattie leaned back, resting his body against mine and fairly cooed his happiness, almost purring like a contented kitten with its tummy full of warm milk. I was so fearful Mattie would fall asleep under my ministration, he was so relaxed, but it didn't happen.
While bathing Mattie, I looked over at the little boys; Robbie, naked, was seated on the floor on a towel and Jamie was seated on his lap, back to Robbie's chest, and Robbie was slowly, carefully, lovingly, brushing his younger brother's hair, telling him how beautiful he looked and how his hair was so nice. Once done, Eddie scooted over for his turn and received the same loving treatment. I thought it started to explain why Robbie was so defensive earlier; he was the one who seemed to be in charge of his brothers' daily care.
I washed Mattie as carefully as I did the other two; spending time carefully shampooing his hair, washing his body from top to bottom, and, having Mattie stand, cleaned his butt crack, and gently washed his balls and cock. I didn't have to skin back Mattie's foreskin very much since the boy was erect and twitching. His boyhood pronged out and up a good six inches and as thick as a hotdog. I rinsed Mattie and was about to ask him to step out of the tub, when Mattie, his disarming smile adorning his face, picked up the shampoo bottle, filled the rinse cup with water, doused my head, applied shampoo and began a gentle, careful, washing of my hair. His long, almost delicate fingers massaged the shampoo into my hair and scalp, while he began humming a tune I thought sounded vaguely familiar from some classical composer I'd once heard.
"Strange," I thought, "Mattie doesn't talk but hums classical music." My nephew was becoming more and more of an enigma the longer I observed his behavior.
My hair rinsed, I stood, took Mattie's hand, climbed out of the tub, and dried the boy carefully. I couldn't help but notice Mattie still had a full wood, still pointing up and out, Mattie's foreskin was still back just far enough to expose about two-thirds of the head, leaving plenty for sliding action when jacking-off, yet allowing it to slip clear back when in a vigorous fuck! When Mattie looked down at me and smiled, I made no effort to conceal my own stiffness, but smiled back. A gentle swat on the butt sent Mattie to Robbie to get his hair brushed.
Robbie finished with Mattie and everyone, all buck-naked, followed Andy and me into the bedroom looking for clothes to fit.
I surveyed the pile of dirty clothes, declared the need to do laundry, but there was a need to find something to cover the boys for supper.
"I don't think Mrs. Williams, our cleaning lady, would appreciate having supper with a bunch of naked boys with their peckers pointing out, although, I must admit, Uncle Andy and I might enjoy the sight!"
With that said, Andy and I began rummaging through our dresser searching for shorts and tee-shirts that might fit the boys. Robbie presented no problem since he could wear his Uncle Andy's regular clothes since they were almost the same size, although Robbie weighed less and just a bit shorter, but Davey and Scotty presented a different problem. They were able to fit into some shorts of mine which had grown too small for me. Granted, the shorts were still a little large and a gentle pull would drop them around their ankles, but the shorts would have to do.
Eddie, Jamie, and Mattie sorted through Uncle Andy's shorts seeking those too small for him but, if they didn't wiggle their asses too much would stay around their waists. While the boys slipped into their shorts and tee-shirts, we emptied their travel bags, sorted out clothes needing laundering, tossed them along with the others into a laundry basket, and led our nephews down the stairs to the dining room.
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