The Special Teacher

Chapter 4
Snug as a Bug in a Rug

It was a very successful dinner, in fact far better than Ethan could have hoped. Yes Liam made a mess of himself, as usual, but then he and Claire had shared the job of cleaning the young man’s face and hands. And just when he thought the evening was ending, with a polite hug from Claire followed by a tighter and more awkward impromptu cuddle from Liam, things took an unexpected turn. Claire invited him back to her place for dessert.

It turned out Claire lived just on the edge of the tiny township in a cosy little hope hidden from the road by thick native bush. The late summer sun was getting very low in the sky as they arrived back there but it was still light enough to see the mountain bike with training wheels attached, sitting in the driveway. An inflatable kiddie pool and sprinkler sat in the front yard, toys were discarded here and there around them.

Inside, the place had a wonderful lived in feeling. It felt like a home, not just a house. He recognised some of Liam’s scribbled “artworks” from school stuck to the fridge with magnets. A potty seat very similar to the type they had at school was sat right in the middle of the living room. Batman and Superman action figures were discarded on the floor, a Thomas train and a couple matchbox cars on the couch.

Ethan followed Claire’s lead in discarding his shoes at the door. Liam had none to take off of course. He raced straight into the living room to play with his toys.

“I’ll make some tea first. Could you just make sure he gets settled? Once he’s playing he’ll be in his own little world, won’t care what us grown-ups are doing,” she added slyly.

“No worries,” he assured, heading into the living room after Liam.

The young man was lying on the floor, pushing a bull-dozer toy across it. Ethan walked over to his side and knelt down beside the man.

“Having fun Liam?” he asked.

“Dis my tac-tuh,” the man told him brightly.

“Yeah, that’s a cool toy,” Ethan agreed, leaning next to him to look closely, placing his hand on the soft, well-worn carpet.

“I wike tac-tuhs,” Liam agreed simply.

Ethan began to nod but something was distracting him. His hand felt sort of tingly. No, he felt kind of tingly, kind of fuzzy all over. He giggled. That was a silly thing to do. He blinked away the giddy sensations, trying to focus. What on Earth was suddenly so funny, so silly? Why was the carpet making him feel so tingly?

“Is the carpet tingly?” he asked Liam, as though the mentally challenged boy could possibly know the answer.

Liam giggled. “You bein’ siwwy!” he chirped.

The giggles were very contagious. Ethan couldn’t help but smile and giggle too. It was silly. He was being silly. No, the carpet was the silly one, being all tingly. He leant closer to it, there was a scent. He sniffed harder. It was like a cake, like a lovely birthday cake. Had someone spilled cake all over the floor?

“Well aren’t you two sweet,” Claire said in a lilting voice. “Two bugs on a rug.”

Ethan turned around to see the pretty young woman walking into the room and standing above them. He didn’t like being compared to Liam though, being grouped in with the silly dumb boy, just because he was being silly and giggly didn’t mean he was dumb. Ethan quickly stood up. Yes, he was just as tall as Claire, he wasn’t little and silly like Liam.

“Your carpet is silly,” he told her suddenly.

“Silly?” Claire repeated, still smiling.

He nodded. “Smells funny. And it makes me… tingly,” he added.

She chuckled lightly. “Well we can’t have that. We already have one silly little boy.”

Ethan nodded vigorously. “Yeah, Liam’s the silly one.”

“He sure is,” Claire agreed. “He’s not a big boy like you. That’s why he’s on the silly carpet, because the couch is for grown-ups,” she went on, sitting down on the couch and patting the seat next to her.

Ethan beamed at her invitation to sit on the couch. The couch was only for grown-ups, she just said so. He was more than happy to sit next to her. Claire was so pretty. And he was a handsome guy. He knew that, people had told him so. He was a big handsome man, not like the silly boy on his hands and knees on the carpet. Look at him in that silly t-shirt with cartoons on it, with his jeans cuffed up like a farm boy, those dirty bare feet, soles as black as tar. What a mucky, stupid boy he was. Ethan was infinitely more mature in his nice new button-down shirt, his khakis pants and black socks. Claire must really like him, to have him back for dessert. But that reminded him…

“Where’s dessert?” he asked, noting she’d brought nothing back from the kitchen.

“It’s coming soon enough, don’t you worry,” she assured him. “But I thought we could talk a bit first.”

Ethan nodded, feeling a bit clearer now, the tingling, the giddy feeling receding. “Yeah, I like talking,” he said, realising how lame he sounded instantly.

“I’m sure you do. But I was afraid you wouldn’t want to a second ago.”

“What? Why not?”

“Well when I came in you looked quite happy down on the floor looking at Liam’s toys. I thought you might prefer to play with him tonight instead of me.”

Ethan shook his head insistently. “No, no! I wanna talk with you,” he assured her.

But now Claire didn’t look convinced at all. “Are you sure about that Ethan? When I came in here you looked very happy to be playing with Liam. I wasn’t sure you’d want to sit on the couch and talk with a boring grown-up like me. To be honest I thought you might prefer to have your socks off like him, have your tootsies free.”

Ethan was feeling clearer in his head, but more confused at the same time. Why would she think that?

“Liam’s got dirty feet. I’m really clean,” Ethan assured her.

“Yes, you’re a very clean boy,” Claire agreed and he smiled at the praise. “But what I’ve found is that a clean boy very often isn’t a happy boy.”

Ethan frowned again. He was happy though, wasn’t he?

“Boys are meant to be mucky, to get filthy. I think you might be a whole lot more comfy with those socks off. I think you were feeling awful jealous of Liam tonight, seeing him run around with his tootsies nice and free while you had to sit there in icky, tight shoes and sweaty socks.”

“Nuh-uh, he looked like a dumb little kid running round in his bare feet in the pub like that. He looked like those little boys at the other table.”

Claire seemed to consider this a moment, then she said, “Maybe you’re right. I guess maybe you weren’t jealous of him at all.”

Ethan nodded.

“But if that’s the truth you should at least give it a try. Then if you’re right, if you don’t like having free toesies at all, then we’ll know you aren’t a silly boy like Liam at all,” she suggested.

“Give it a try?”

“That’s right,” Claire said with a nod, leaning over and taking Ethan’s right foot in her hands. “Let’s just see if you really are more comfy like you are, or if you secretly want to be a barefoot silly boy like my Liam.”

With that she slipped his sock of his right foot and quickly grabbed the left, repeating the gesture and then balling up the sweaty socks and tossing them aside. Ethan wanted to stop her but he couldn’t see how without ruining the evening. He felt naked without his socks on, he felt so exposed. But she was still smiling at him, she still wanted him and he wanted to prove he was a competent grown man, not a silly boy, so he smiled back and let his feet rest on the carpet.

“There, isn’t that much better?” she asked him.

Ethan shrugged.

“Oh come on, give those toes a wiggle and then tell me you still want your socks back.”

Ethan sighed and did as she said, he wiggled his toes in the soft carpet. And it was so odd, but now they tingled, kind of like his hand earlier. But no, it wasn’t like that. It was much, much stronger. And it spread rapidly upwards, his whole body going fuzzy, going tingly and giddy until it hit his head.

Ethan couldn’t help but giggle. It was the most pleasant, relaxing sensation. He could feel his muscles losing tension, his shoulder slumping. All his concern about impressing the pretty girl just slipped away, all his fears about work, about his future, it all just seemed to drift off into the background.

“So silly boy, you still want your socks back?” Claire asked, a hand patting his shoulder.

Ethan smiled broader, feeling so very silly. “Noo-oooh,” he sing-songed.

“Are you more comfy being a barefoot boy?” she cooed.

Ethan slipped his feet back and forth on the carpet and almost nodded. “I’m not a little boy,” he corrected. “I just… it feels nice.”

“I know sweetie, I understand. Now, how about you watch Liam for me again while I finish dessert.”

“I’m in charge,” Ethan checked.

“Of course sweetie. I can trust you to be a big boy and watch Liam can’t I?”

“Mmmhmmm!” he assured.

“Perfect,” she said, leaving for the kitchen again.

Ethan sat on the couch another moment, but watching Liam play with his toys, he felt undeniable jealousy. It just looked like fun. Why should little boys get to have all the fun? So big boys got to sit on the couch, what was so great about that?

Ethan dropped down onto the floor, back on his hands and knees, the tops of his now bare feet still brushing across the carpet, same as his hands. He crept over to Liam’s side and watched up close as he played. The scent of cake drifted up to him again. It made him feel extra nice. He leant over and sniffed, filled his lungs with the smell. It was sooo nice. He dropped down onto the carpet fully, letting it brush across his cheek and hair.

A finger poked him in the arm. He opened his eyes to see Liam looking at him curiously.

“Takin’ nap?” he asked.

Ethan shook his head and sat up. “Nuh-uh. Those are for babies,” he declared.

Liam nodded. “Gonna pway?” he asked, pushing a toy truck his direction.

Ethan took the toy experimentally in his hand. It felt nice. Why not play? Big boys played with little boys, kept them happy. That had to be okay. He was just watching over Liam.

“Uh-huh,” he agreed, pushing the truck into Liam’s bull-dozer and making a crash noise.

Liam giggled and began driving his toy away, making noises for it. Ethan vroomed and screeched, pushing his truck after Liam’s, rising to hands and knees to push it along, giggling as they caused crashes and near misses.

“Who’s ready for dessert?” Claire’s voice interrupted their play.

Liam immediately looked up and started reaching for his treat. Ethan was slower to react. How long had they been playing? He’d totally lost track of time. He twisted around and saw Claire holding two small bowls of chocolate ice cream.

“Manners please. How do we ask?”

“Yeth pwease,” Liam crooned.

She looked seriously at Ethan. “Well?” she prompted.

Ethan felt so foolish for forgetting his manners. “Yes please!” he quickly repeated. How on Earth would she think he was a big boy if he forgot to say please?

“Good, but I think we better protect your nice clothes from the mess shouldn’t we?” Claire added, putting the two bowls down on the coffee table.

Liam nodded and automatically raised his hands in the air. Claire quickly pulled his t-shirt off him, leaving him bare chested. Liam then stood up and without prompting managed to undo the button on his jeans and yank them down to his ankles. Claire held his hand while he stepped clear one leg at a time, leaving him in nothing but his Despicable Me print cotton underoos.

“There we go, much better,” Claire stated and Liam smiled was allowed to tuck into his dessert, awkwardly gripping the spoon and very quickly proving it was a very good idea to take off his clothes first.

Claire looked to him and asked, “What about your clothes Ethan?”

He quickly shook his head. She couldn’t mean for him to take his clothes off could she? He wasn’t a dumb baby like Liam!

“I not takin’ my clothes off!” he snapped, immediately feeling foolish for his poor diction.

“Use your inside voice please Ethan. Remember you’re a role model for little Liam.”

“Sorry,” he apologised immediately.

“That’s okay. I certainly wouldn’t make you take your clothes off. You’re a big boy after all. But I don’t want you getting them messy, so I just wanted you to know it’s okay for you to take them off if you want, nobody will mind and I think Liam would enjoy the company.”

Ethan thought about it for a second, it all sounded so sensible when Claire said it and he did want to make Liam feel comfortable, be his big buddy. But no, he was a big boy even if he was feeling silly right now.

“Nuh-uh. Gonna keep my clothes on,” he stated firmly.

“That’s fine, just be careful with your ice cream.”

Of course he’d be careful. He always was. Ethan picked up his spoon and held it properly, not like stupid baby Liam, gripped in his fist, chin and cheeks already smeared with chocolate. But as soon as Ethan took his first mouthful he forgot everything else. It was amazing, it lit up his taste buds. So sweet and creamy and chocolate! He wanted more and more, he devoured it in no time.

“Oh Ethan,” Claire sighed.

Ethan blinked in confusion. What was wrong? Then he felt it, the cool liquid on his cheeks, on his chin. He’d been messy after all. And even worse, he looked down and saw the melting ice cream staining his shirt, running right down it, and a big spoonful in his lap, ruining his nicely pressed new pants. What had he done?!

“I… I dunno how…” he stammered.

Claire leant over him and roughly wiped off his face with a cool wet wipe. She yanked his hands out and cleaned them too. He got no say in it. He’d lost the right to object, to be treated like an equal. He felt so foolish, so small. Liam was just as messy, the ice cream dripping down his bare chest and tummy, coating his chin. But he wasn’t upset at all, this was normal for him. And once again Ethan felt an overpowering sensation of jealousy.

“Ethan, we need to take these off, get them cleaned,” Claire told him, directing his arms upward.

He shook his head. “No… please,” he begged.

She didn’t listen. Claire lifted the shirt up over his head and clear of his arms, leaving his chest and tummy so exposed. He felt so silly again, but this time the silliness wasn’t wholly embarrassing. Now it was kind of thrilling, exciting. He felt odd stirrings in his pants even as Claire made him stand up.

As the bare soles of his feet again came into full contact with the carpet Ethan’s protests died on his lips. Whatever clarity had been slowly returning to him, it was washed away in a wave of fuzzy sensations. It was so nice, so delightful. He barely noticed Claire undoing his belt, unbuttoning his pants, unzipping him and yanking them down to his ankles, leaving him in nothing but his boxer shorts.

“There we go, now isn’t that much better?” she cooed again, bringing Ethan back to reality.

He looked down at his mostly exposed pale body, at the huge erection tenting out his boxer shorts, fully visible to Claire and Liam. He felt so exposed, so embarrassed, and filled with tingling excitement all at once. The erection visibly jerked and he grunted softly, involuntarily.

“Yes, you’re feeling good now, I can tell.”

Ethan could only nod slowly, his words just not coming to him. Claire turned to Liam then, standing him up as well. “And look at the mess you’ve made,” she cooed in a sing-song tone, clearly not upset at all. “I think you need a bathy before beddy-byes.”

Liam just giggled and put a couple fingers in his mouth. Without another word Claire slipped her fingers into the elastic waist of the boy’s underoos and yanked them down to his ankles, exposing a flaccid, hairless penis. It also revealed a total lack of tan lines. In his daze that was one thing that still registered for Ethan. This other man was much more tanned than him and it was clear he’d been playing in the kiddie pool, in the sprinkler, in his birthday suit quite a lot.

Of course Liam had no issue with his exposure. He stepped clear of his undies and began to play idly with his pee-pee.

“That’s nice isn’t it?” Claire cooed to him. She looked to Ethan and said, “You see that Ethan. Liam’s my sweet little jaybird. He just loves running round nakey-bummed, don’t you sweetie?”

“Imma jay-biwd!” he agreed happily.

“You sure are!” she cooed to him, giving the nude young man a cuddle before saying, “Let’s go give you a bathy!”

Liam squealed with glee and toddled quickly off, penis swinging about freely as he ran.

Claire put her hand on Ethan’s bare shoulder and told him, “You just stay right here and feel free to play sweetie. I’m just going to run Liam’s bathy and then I’ll come have a nice talk with you.”

Ethan nodded. It was all he could do. He was feeling so fuzzy and thick. When she left the room, left him alone, he couldn’t think of anything to do except to play. Yes, the toys were still there, so many of them, and they all looked so bright, so cool.

Ethan got down on his hands and knees again, but now so much of his skin was in contact with the carpet and the tingles multiplied exponentially. Excitement coursed through his body. He couldn’t focus anymore. He saw that Liam had abandoned a teddy bear on the carpet under the coffee table. He reached under and retrieved it. An urge overtook him and he cuddled the teddy close, feeling its soft fur against his skin. It was bliss.

He felt so little, so silly and dumb and that made him more aroused than he could ever recall being. He didn’t care where he was, he needed release, he needed it now. Ethan took the teddy and began to hump it, rubbing his huge erection against it, feeling the material of his boxers caress his penis. It felt so good. It was the best feeling ever. He was a dumb little boy humping his teddy, he was so silly and little.

A warm hand touched his bare back as he humped. He looked over to see Claire kneeling next to him. He hadn’t heard her come back at all, and yet even though she was there, he just couldn’t bring himself to stop. He kept grinding against the teddy even as he stared at her.

Claire wasn’t upset though, she was smiling, nodding. “That’s right Ethan, I know it feels really good. You’re doing so well sweetie, you’re being such a good boy for me.”

The praise felt so right, so good. He was a good boy, he was doing the right thing.

“Let’s get these off sweetie, they’re just in the way now and I can tell you’ve reached the point where you don’t need them anymore,” she cooed, reaching down and slipping his boxer shorts down, allowing his stiff pee-pee to spring out and come in direct contact with the teddy.

“Yes, that’s much better. Once enough big boy thoughts are gone it becomes much more comfy to run around in your birthday suit. I know it was just lovely for Liam when he reached that point, it was a lovely release to have his modesty all gone. Isn’t it nice sweetie?”

Ethan grunted and pushed his pee-pee harder against the teddy. He didn’t understand what Claire was even talking about anymore, just that he felt amazing and it was so much better having his pee-pee free to hump.

“Okay baby I know it feels good but I don’t want to get teddy all messy, so I think we should take you to join Liam in the bathy. Doesn’t that sound nice? A bathy with brother?” she cooed.

Brother? Liam was his brother? Was that right? Ethan wasn’t sure. But Claire had to know, she was so smart, so kind and pretty. Yes, he was going to have a bathy with brother and that would be lovely.

Claire held his hand as he stood up. He didn’t want to let go of the teddy, it was making his pee-pee feel so good, but he wanted to be good for her. His pee-pee was all big and hard, nearly touching his tummy the way it stood up straight. But something else happened as he stood. The soles of his feet came into full contact with the carpet again and the happy tingles surged through his body.

“Ohhh,” he moaned, eyes glazing over.

Claire smiled and rubbed her hand softly on the middle of his bare back. “That’s okay Ethan, I know if feels just lovely. Go ahead and wiggle your toesies sweetie,” she encouraged.

Ethan blinked in confusion. He could barely hear her words he was so lost in pleasure.

“Come on sweetie, give your piggy toes a wiggle in that silly carpet,” she urged.

Ethan scrunched his toes, feeling the carpet more. It was bliss. He grunted and felt his pee-pee jerk against his tummy, leaving a little smear of pre-cum on the soft skin there.

“That’s a good little boy,” Claire whispered to him. “Silly little boys love their silly wiggly tootsies.”

Ethan grinned and giggled. He liked being called a silly little boy for some reason.

“Okay honey, it’s bathy time now,” Claire directed, leading him by the hand.

It felt so odd to walk through this strange house completely nude. His pee-pee kept bouncing against his tummy as he walked. Claire was wearing clothes, but he wasn’t. Something about that still felt really weird. He was taller than Claire after all, he was bigger than her. And yet, he was little. No, he was silly and little. He was certain of that.

Liam was already in the bath tub. He was standing up in it, arranging magnetic colourful letters along the wall. The young man twisted around when they walked in, revealing his pee-pee was standing up now too. He instantly grinned and giggled at seeing Ethan entering the room equally naked and led by the hand. Ethan for his part felt so much more comfortable when he saw Liam had a big pee-pee and was nakey-bummed too. He wasn’t alone. He had his brother.

“Okay, into the bathy,” Claire directed, helping him step into the lovely, warm water one foot at a time.

“Him gots nakey!” Liam declared, reaching right over, no sense of privacy, and poking Ethan’s stiff pee-pee. “He gots a happy pee-pee mummy!”

Ethan giggled at the feeling of his pee-pee being poked. It didn’t feel like an invasion of privacy at all. It was just brother being curious. Instead Ethan reached over and poked brother’s big pee-pee and told Claire, “His pee-pee big too!”

Claire found their explorations hilarious, and simply confirmed. “Well of course you silly-billies, all boys get happy pee-pees at bath time. Now, get those filthy bare bums in the water so Mummy can get you clean,” he ordered, giving them both light tickles on their tummies.

Ethan shrieked with laughter at the tickles and dropped into the water with a big splash. Mummy had told him to sit so he needed to. Was Mummy her name? Why did he think that was odd? Liam dropped into the water with a splash too and got water everywhere. Ethan laughed and laughed and forgot all about his worries.

The two young men sat in the perfectly warm water facing each other. Ethan let his legs fold underneath him while Liam sat on his bottom with his legs stretched out, his feet on either side of Ethan’s body. Mummy had given them some toys to play with and Ethan found himself absolutely engrossed with a Lego boat. Liam was busy with some colourful rings.

Mummy scrubbed their bodies but neither man was really paying much attention to her. Ethan did at least look up when Mummy lifted Liam’s feet out of the water and began roughly scrubbing his dirty soles.

“My goodness, look at those feeties,” she cooed. “You see how hard Mummy has to work to get them clean Ethan? Just wait until yours look like this, then Mummy will have double the work.”

Ethan giggled at poor Mummy having to work doubly hard, but then he thought about his feet. They weren’t icky like Liam’s at all were they? He twisted around and pulled his feet up to examine. Nope, nice and clean. He held one above the water to show Mummy.

“My feets all cwean Mummy!” he told her proudly.

“They are now sweetie but now that you’re a silly little boy they won’t be staying that way for long.”

Ethan didn’t really understand, but he didn’t have much time to think about it. Liam splashed him with water, grinning as he did so. “Hey!” Ethan shouted, splashing back. Soon they were in a full splash fight, only stopped when Mummy intervened.

“Let’s keep a little of the water in the tub, okay?” she chided.

“Yeth Mummy!” the two men sing-songed in unison.

The best part of the bath came when Mummy squirted some more soap in her hand and reached down to Ethan’s happy pee-pee and began to stroke it up and down. Instantly he gasped and tensed his body, letting the Lego boat go and reaching out for Mummy. She let him close his arms around her neck and cooed, “I know it feels sooo good, doesn’t it baby?”

“Uh-huh!” Ethan gasped, his body jerking as she continued to stroke his stiffy.

“Special little boys always love doing their stickies,” she whispered to him.

Ethan didn’t know what that meant, but he didn’t care. He just never wanted the sensations to stop. But unfortunately that’s exactly what happened a moment later. Mummy’s heavenly stroking stopped and her hand pulled away. Ethan mewled and fussed, but she shushed him.

“Don’t worry sweetie, you won’t have to wait much longer for creamy-pies,” she assured him, moving on to his legs. Ethan didn’t want to wait though and it was with reluctance that he returned to his toys.

Soon they were relatively clean and Mummy helped them out of the tub, taking a big fluffy towel and drying Liam first while Ethan stood there dripping. He was so glad when Mummy turned to him and began to scrub with the nice warm towel. It was especially nice when she dried his pee-pee, almost as good as when she cleaned him there earlier, though much more brief.

“There we go, all nice and clean and ready for beddy-byes,” she crooned, putting down the towel and picking up a bright red t-shirt which she slipped over Liam’s head and arms, then retrieving a blue one with a smiling cartoon parrot on it for Ethan. He knew instinctively to lift his arms in the air. The idea of her handing him the shirt didn’t even cross his mind, he knew she was going to slip it on him, same as brother of course.

“There we go, in your jammies and all ready for bed,” she declared.

Ethan looked at Liam in his bright red t-shirt. It barely covered his belly-button, doing nothing to hide his erection. Looking down the same was true for him. All they were wearing was t-shirts, no undies, no pyjama-bottoms. Was that okay?

“I dun wanna go to sweep,” Liam complained, pouting.

“If you don’t go now, there will be no story,” Mummy threatened.

Liam’s eyes widened and he stomped his bare foot on the tile floor. “I wanna stowy!” he insisted.

“Then you best get your bum in that bed,” Mummy said firmly.

Liam nodded and hurried off. Mummy turned to Ethan, offering her hand. “You want a story too, don’t you honey? Doesn’t a story in bed and kiss and cuddle nighty-night from Mummy just sound perfect?”

They really did. He hadn’t known it until she said so, but now Ethan was certain he wanted nothing more in the world than to be read to and tucked in bed by Mummy. Except there was still something wrong.

“Mummy, I don’ got panth,” he pointed out.

Mummy nodded. “That’s right sweetie, undies just get all messy from stickies when boys your age sleep in them. You’ll be much more comfy sleeping nudie-bum.”

Ethan didn’t really understand, but he trusted Mummy, she always knew best. And yes, it was quite comfy being bare bottomed, now that Mummy mentioned it. So he let her take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.

How odd that it felt both foreign and familiar at once. Liam was already in the bed, bouncing on the choo-choo train bed sheets. There was an overflowing toy box in the corner, the walls were painted a gentle blue like the sky and number of stuffed animals looked set to share the bed with them. Of course there was only one bed, why wouldn’t they share?

The sheets crinkled underneath him as Ethan joined Liam in bed. They were made of something other than just cotton, something to make them waterproof, to protect the mattress from little boys’ accidents. Mummy sat down between, a big storybook in her hands.

“So what story would you like to hear tonight?” she asked.

“One wid da beaws!” Liam urged.

“Goldilocks? Again?” Mummy asked.

Liam nodded eagerly. “Uh-huh! Gow-dee-wock!”

“Is that okay with you Ethan?”

The name of the story felt intensely familiar, and yet, it meant nothing to him. It was like he should know it, like he did know it, but now there was just a blank place in his mind where that knowledge used to be. Confused he just nodded, hoping it was a good story if brother liked it so much.

Mummy read them the story and Liam was right, it was good. It still felt vaguely familiar but Ethan had no idea how it went or ended and was surprised by each twist and turn. Mummy was a good reader too. She did all the voices and Ethan found himself really frightened for Goldilocks.

He and Liam rested their heads on Mummy’s shoulders as she read. Without realising it Ethan found himself gently sucking his thumb. He didn’t stop when he noticed it, why should he? It felt comforting. He was quite sleepy by the end. Mummy closed the book and pecked kisses on their foreheads. Her smooches felt like heaven to Ethan. He leaned in and got a big cuddle from Mummy too.

Then she climbed out of the bed and gathered up the top sheet and duvet, pulling it up and tucking the two young men in.

“You two sleep tight, we have a busy day tomorrow. Love you both,” she told them, turning out the light, though thankfully leaving a nightlight on, and closing the door.

For a moment Ethan had expected to drift right off to sleep. But the second the top sheet dropped across his body, its fuzzy material brushing across his bare legs, his pee-pee, a surge of tingly feelings swept over him. His erection, which has subsided over story time, returned with a vengeance, tenting the sheets. He scrunched his toes and pressed the sheets down against his pee-pee, groaning with pleasure.

“Ohhh,” came a soft grunt from beside him.

Ethan looked over, in the dim light cast by the nightlight he was able to see a second mound forming in the covers, showing Liam was having a similar reaction to him. Their bare legs and feet brushed against one another as they squirmed in growing pleasure. It was so nice being in bed with his brother. Ethan felt a surge of intense affection for the other boy.

“My pee-pee got all big,” he told Liam.

The other boy giggled and rolled on his side. “Mine big too,” he shared.

Ethan rolled to face Liam, their faces almost touching, their pee-pees brushed together and Ethan felt a surge of pleasure even more intense, more delightful than the sheets gave him. Liam squirmed and giggled too, he felt it.

“Need cweamies,” the boy told him.

Ethan was still a bit confused, but Liam knew what he was doing. Suddenly his arms were around Ethan and he quickly reciprocated. Cuddles were always nice after all. Soon their legs were also entwined and then Liam began to grind against him. It felt beyond lovely and just like with the teddy earlier Liam couldn’t help but begin to hump his pee-pee against Liam’s.

Ethan had never felt so good. Everything was so perfect, Liam was such a nice brother, Mummy was such a good mummy. He was a very good little boy! He breathed faster and faster and he could feel something was coming, something wonderful. And then, oh, ugh, he was doing tinkles, except it felt so much better than tinkles! And then Liam was doing them too, silly messy boy! He could feel them squirting across his bare tummy, all warm and sticky. It tickled so nicely. It was the very nicest thing in the world.

Afterwards they had really good cuddles. Their tummies were both all gooey and it made them giggle because it was so messy. But Ethan was also really sleepy after his creamies and before he even knew it, he was out cold.

 

---