A Step-Dad’s Duty
by David Heulfryn

 

“Where are the Twins?” Howard gruffly asked as he entered the living room, loosening his tie. He’d just returned from work and was tired but needed to speak to his stepsons.

“In the room with Owen.” Nick huffed as he missed something that was said in the film he was watching, “Take it back, Charlie. I missed what he said.”

“Pause it, Charlie. I need a word with all of you.” Howard sounded serious.

Charlie sighed and turned off the television. He and his brother turned to look at their stepfather. “What’s up now, Howie?” Charlie teased; he knew his stepdad hated being called ‘Howie’.

“It’s Howard, as you well know. Your Mum gave me a right old earhole bashing this morning and told me to speak to you boys.” He complained, “She was on the phone for over half an hour while I was at work.”

“Come to think of it, where is Mum?” Nick asked. “She’s usually home by now.”

“She’s with your Aunt Laura. She called this morning and needs help with her kids. She’ll be back at the weekend.”

“What about her kids?” Charlie pouted, “Just because we’re adults now, she still has to look after the Twins and Owen.”

“Owen’s eighteen, Charlie, and technically an adult.” He sighed, “And Laura has toddlers. You’re all teenagers.”

“Well, the twins behave like toddlers sometimes.” Nick laughed.

“Ha, bloody, ha. Now get upstairs so I can talk to all five of you together. I’m not going to have this conversation more than once.” Howard walked upstairs.

Nick gave his younger brother, Charlie, a quizzical look. Howard seemed annoyed about something. They got up and followed him.

The Dickinson household was cramped. Joyce had five boys with her first husband before divorcing him and marrying Howard, her current husband. He was a widower with two daughters of his own. Joyce and the boys relocated to Cockaigne when they moved in with Howard and his two daughters. He only had a small three-bedroom terraced house, so the boys had to share a room, and the girls shared another one. This meant five boys or young men were in the same confined space. To make matters worse, there was only one bathroom between them all.

Owen turned round when he heard Howard enter their bedroom. He was working at the desk on his final essay, which was due tomorrow. The Twins, Jamie and Gavin, were sitting on their bed, both still dressed in school shirts and trousers, their ties having been discarded when they got home. They were huddled together on their bed, looking at something on a tablet and giggling.

It was a double bedroom with bunk beds against one wall and another set against the opposite. The second set differed in that the bottom bunk was a double, and the supports curved to hold a single bed as the top bunk. In between was a desk, but only one. The Twins slept in the double bed; they did everything together and dressed alike. Howard sometimes struggled to tell them apart, but his brothers had no problem differentiating between them.

The Twins were the youngest. They were fifteen, a surprise arrival, and born three years after Owen. He was eighteen and would attend the local university in Cockaigne after the summer break. Nick was the eldest and no longer a teenager; he was twenty, and Charlie was a year younger. Both young men held a dead-end job at the local sportswear retailer. There were no real prospects, but they enjoyed it and had a lot of fun there.

“I need to talk to you all,” Howard announced as Nick and Charlie sat on the bottom bunk of their beds. The Twins didn’t react; they kept their eyes glued to the tablet.

“Will you put that down and pay attention!” Howard was stern. “This is for your benefit.”

“Yes, Dad!” The Twins said sarcastically and in unison.

Howard took a breath. Joyce had told him to talk to the boys as the state of their bedroom was getting worse.

“So, your Mum wants me to have a word with you all. It’s about the room and keeping it clean and tidy.”

Nick huffed, “Is that all? I’m hardly ever here. It’s the others.” He got up to leave, but Howard stopped him.

“I promised your Mum I’d talk to you all, so stay.” Howard looked embarrassed. “It’s not all about keeping it tidy. It’s more about stains. And as the eldest, you can help make the others follow the rules.”

Charlie laughed, “Stains. Are you talking about cum? This is fucking hilarious.”

“It seems that this morning when your Mum was making the beds, she put her hand in a fresh…” Howard coughed, “stain.”

Charlie laughed, “Well, it wasn’t mine.”

“Nor mine,” Nick smiled and looked over at Owen.

“Don’t look at me.” Owen looked shocked that they would think it was him. “I was late for college this morning; I didn’t have time to.”

They all then looked at The Twins. They were giggling.

“It’s not just the beds, guys. She says she found a pool of it in the shower and thinks some was on the tiles. And the less said about your underwear, the better. She says that they are always either sticky or crusty. She complains that she has to touch them to load them into the washer.”

“Are you trying to tell us to stop wanking, Howard?” Nick laughed, and The Twins leaned against each other, giggling.

“I know what it’s like to be young. But you need to be careful. Others don’t want to have to step in or touch your… stuff.” Howard thought about how to describe it. He didn’t want to use the slang terms they all knew and felt too embarrassed to use the clinical terms.

Nick glared at The Twins, “Will you two stop giggling? Because of you two, we all have to sit through this. None of us what to step in your cum when we shower, and your bedclothes are so stiff they crackle when you lie down. And the least said about the smell, the better. This place needs fumigating. It stinks of stale cum.” Nick was annoyed.

“Thank you, Nick.” Howard smiled at his eldest stepson.

“No probs. I’m not part of the problem. I deposit all my cum in my girlfriend, Charlie is still trying to get his girl to put out, and Owen has taken a vow of chastity. I’ll have a word with The Twins and give them some tips and tricks.” Nick took off his socks and threw them at The Twins. “Shove your cocks in these when you cum to soak it up.”

The Twins picked up the socks and sniffed them. They looked at each other, smiled and stuffed the dirty socks under their pillows.

“You dirty perverts.” Charlie laughed.

“Alright, Guys.” Howard calmed them down. “So if you masturbate in the shower, just make sure you rinse whatever comes out down the drain, and try to keep your bedclothes clean, okay?” He looked at his five stepsons. He took a deep breath, “Right. And because your Mum’s away, I’m cooking.”

The Twins groaned.

“I’ll call you all when it’s ready. The girls should be home from college soon. And you two,” Howard looked at The Twins, “take off your uniforms and hang them up. You need to wear them tomorrow, and I don’t intend to start doing laundry.”

“Howard?” Charlie got his attention. “Have you had a talk with the girls about frigging and squirting over their bedclothes?”

Howard squirmed. He didn’t like to think of his two precious daughters masturbating.

“Or have you left that to Mum?” Charlie knew he was making his stepdad uncomfortable.

“They aren’t a problem, Charlie.” Howard glared, “It’s you boys spilling your seed all over the place. You don’t care where it lands and don’t clean up.”

“What about you, Howard!” Charlie grinned, “Where do you cum, or are you and Mum past it?”

“That’s of no concern of yours. I didn’t want to have this discussion with you, but your Mum insisted. Now, I’ve had the discussion and expect you all to be more careful in the future.” Howard looked at The Twins, “Especially you two.”

The Twins giggled.

“Now, I’m going to start dinner.” Howard hurried out of the room before his stepsons could make him more uncomfortable.

Owen turned to get back to his essay, and Nick and Charlie looked at The Twins.

“How many times a day do you guys actually wank?” Nick asked.

The Twins looked at each other, seemingly communicating telepathically. They counted on their fingers.

“Minimum, three times.” Gavin grinned.

“Usually about five,” Jamie said.

“Maximum was ten times.” The Twins said in unison. “Each!” They laughed.

“Ten times in a day!” Charlie was gobsmacked. Owen turned to look at The Twins.

Jamie and Gavin squeezed their cocks through their school trousers.

“Are you two hard?” Charlie asked, and they nodded their heads. “Get out of those clothes before you make a mess.”

Owen ignored his brothers. He had become adept at blocking them out and got back to his essay. Charlie and Nick watched as The Twins took off their school uniforms and hung them in the wardrobe.

“You’re both leaking.” Nick nodded at their crotches and the damp spot in their white briefs. Their bulges looked obscene, stretching the fabric so it became almost transparent when soaked in pre-cum. Nick sighed, “Go to the bathroom and sort yourselves out, but don’t make a mess. Shoot down the toilet, the sink, the bath, your hands, I don’t care, just clean up. And when I go in after you, I don’t want to see any evidence, or you’ll have me and Charlie to deal with.”

The Twins giggled as they left, squeezing their bulges and cocks as they went.

“I never wanked as much as them when I was their age,” Nick commented.

“Me neither. I’m surprised their cocks aren’t sore.” Charlie said, and Owen sighed as he tried to get on with his college work.

“Let’s get back to the film, Charlie. Leave the virgin to do his work.” Nick enjoyed teasing Owen.

“Fuck off, Nick.” Owen didn’t bother looking at his brother and was grateful they left him in peace.

But Owen didn’t have peace for long, as five minutes later, The Twins returned.

Owen huffed as he was disturbed again. He was frustrated he couldn’t finish his essay. He looked at The Twins. “Can you please give me some space? I just need another hour, and I’ll be done.” He looked at their bulges, “That’s disgusting. You both came in your pants. Couldn’t you have taken them off and not dirtied them?” The wet patches soaked their briefs.

Gavin looked down and pulled off his briefs. Jamie did the same, and Owen was now looking at his naked brothers. Their cocks were damp and limp and rested on their hairless balls.

Owen was fixated on his brothers’ cocks and watched as they used their briefs to wipe clean their cocks and balls.

The Twins raised their cum stained briefs to their noses and took a deep sniff. They then swapped briefs and sniffed each other’s.

“Smells the same.” They said in unison.

Owen squirmed as he watched their disgusting display. “You two make me feel sick sometimes.”

Jamie grabbed a couple of pairs of shorts and passed one to Gavin. They pulled them on, much to Owen’s relief. They left him alone to finish his essay.

 

Nick came home late. He noticed that the television was on in the living room and went in to see who was still up. He saw his stepfather sipping a glass of whiskey.

“Did you have a good night?” Howard asked.

“Not bad. I’m off to bed. Charlie and I have work in the morning.” Nick said, leaving his stepfather alone again to finish his whiskey.

The bedroom was dark when Nick opened the door. He heard shuffling from The Twins’ bed. They were still awake and busy wanking. Their duvet was pushed to one side, and Nick could see the silhouette of their naked bodies and hands stroking their stiff cocks. Their hands never missed a stroke.

“I hope your cocks are in my socks,” Nick told them.

The Twins stopped wanking and got Nick’s old socks from under their pillows and pulled them over their cocks.

“That feels quite nice,” Jamie said as he started wanking again now that his cock was encased in Nick’s cotton socks.

“I like it,” Gavin said.

Nick started to strip.

“What are you going to use, Nick?” Jamie laughed.

“Oh, you little boys. I don’t need to wank. I’ve just deposited my cum down Mandy’s throat.”

“You lucky bastard.” Gavin huffed and looked over at Nick, who now stood naked in the bedroom, looking back at him.

“What’s it like?” Gavin was curious.

“Ten times better than what you’re doing now.” Nick reached down and gave his floppy cock a tug, “To make it feel closer to getting sucked off, damped the sock with warm water, wring it out so that it doesn’t drip and put your cock back inside. It’s not the same, but it feels good.”

“Sounds like you’re an expert in wanking.” Jamie groaned as he kept stroking his cock inside the smooth cotton sock.

“Let’s say I was inventive.” Nick laughed and tugged at his thickening cock again. He climbed the ladder to get in the top bunk above Charlie and turned onto his side to look down at The Twins.

The Twins kept wanking, their hands moving faster up and down their cocks and their breathing becoming more ragged. They were close to coming.

“I’m nearly there,” Jamie said to his twin brother.

“Hold on, Jamie. I’m not ready yet.” Gavin pummelled his cock like it needed punishing. He gasped. “Alright, I now close.”

“I feel like I need to blow.” Jamie gasped.

“Okay, let’s go.”

The Twins vigorously stroked their cocks. Jamie came first. Closely followed by Gavin. Both boys let the cotton socks soak up their cum.

Nick could hear their grunts and groans as they shot their loads, followed by some heavy breathing.

The Twins took the socks off their cocks and wiped any remaining cum onto them.

“That’s much better.” Jamie said, “And you don’t have to sleep in the wet patch.” He told his twin brother.

“I like sleeping in the wet patch.” Gavin snuggled up to his brother, “especially if it’s your wet patch.”

“Go to sleep, boys,” Nick ordered from his bunk.

“Hear, hear.” Owen grumped from his top bunk above The Twins.

 

The Dickinson household was hectic in the mornings. The alarm blared, and Nick jumped out of the top bunk with a thud. His cock protruded from his crotch, he wasn’t hard but was halfway there. The Twins were already awake. Nick looked at them; they were busy wanking on top of their duvet.

“First wank of the day, boys?” Nick smiled and tugged his half-hard cock. “I can see your cocks, boys. They should be in my socks.”

They released their hard cocks and reached under their pillow to retrieve the socks they used last night.

Gavin grinned at Jamie, “Wanna swap?” The Twins giggled as they swapped socks and wanked in their brother’s damp cum from last night.

“You boys are perverts.” Nick smiled to himself.

“Looks like you could do with a sock yourself, Nick.” Charlie groaned as he woke up and saw his elder brother’s turgid cock.

“No time, Charlie. We’ve got work, so get your arse out of bed.”

Charlie threw his legs onto the floor and groaned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. Nick watched as his brother stood and stretched, pushing out his hips; the bulge in his white briefs was pronounced.

“Morning wood, Charlie?” Nick laughed.

“Well, some of us don’t have a girl to cum down their throat.” Charlie huffed. “Or up their chuff.”

“Mandy is more than a cum receptacle, Charlie. It’s no wonder you’re still single if you think of only what they can do for you.”

“Whatever.” Charlie yawned as he dismissed his brother’s comments. He pulled off his briefs to release his stiff cock and went to the bathroom with Nick.

With six men in the house, it was difficult to use the bathroom, and a system organically emerged where the boys wouldn’t lock the door, and anyone could come in and share the bathroom. This meant the boys weren’t shy around one another, and seeing each other’s cock, hard and soft, was a regular occurrence.

The only time the bathroom door was locked was when the women of the house used it. Howard’s daughters occasionally got an eyeful of their stepbrothers when they went into the bathroom without realising anyone was in there.

Owen climbed down the ladder and ignored The Twins as they continued wanking into the socks. He left to use the bathroom.

Nick was in the shower; Charlie was shaving in the sink. Owen pulled his cock out of his pyjama trousers and started to piss into the toilet bowl.

“That’s about the only action your cock sees these days.” Charlie chuckled.

“It’s getting as much action as yours.” Owen flushed the toilet and left his older brothers in the bathroom.

Back in the bedroom, Owen tutted as The Twins still hadn’t come. He pulled down his pyjamas and dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. He stuffed his college work into his rucksack.

Owen left just as Charlie and Nick returned, and The Twins came in the socks that covered their cocks.

Nick and Charlie dressed identically in a white jockstrap, white nylon sports shorts and a light blue polo shirt with the sportswear shop’s logo on the left, just above the nipple. The uniform was completed with white sports socks and white trainers.

The Twins wiped up their cum covered cocks and dressed for school.

 

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