Your Wish Is Our Command - Part 2

After my father confessed to what he and Alex were doing, we both stood and went straight to our shared bedroom. Alex was playing with his tail. My brother really is beautiful, not gonna lie. He didn't spare us a glance and kept fumbling with his tail. My father didn't even bother wearing anything to hide his cock.

"Your mom won't be back until next week." My father said to the both of us. He left my side and went straight to Alex. He grabbed Alex's tail and pulled it off, revealing a bulb-like thing on the other end. Alex moaned loudly and his hole was gaping from the sudden loss. My father positioned himself in front of Alex before sittting down and grabbed his butt cheeks with both hands, spreading them just so I can see Alex's hole better.

Alex didn't seem to mind. He just reached for our father's cock before putting it in his mouth, smiling like a fucking slut. Considering what my father has said, I wasn't surprise with that reaction of his. If what he said was true, then my father did train my little brother to be the cock-loving whore he is today.

My father began inserting his middle and ring fingers inside Alex's hole. It slipped smoothly even without lube. He thrusted deep so harsh and deep inside and Alex still doesn't seem to care. I no longer have it in me to stay longer so I decided to go outside and take a walk to calm myself.

While outside, I tried to recall why it took this long before I knew about it. I tried to think of a year ago, if there were any signs that I may have missed. Looking back, there was. Alex tried his best to gain our father's attention whenever he can. He volunteers whenever our father tells us to buy beer for him and his friends. He gives him massages when he's flat out drunk, knowing he wouldn't remember it the next day. But those things were normal, at least for me.

The more I tried to think about it, the more it made me feel clueless and confuse. When I decided to go home, father and his friends were, as usual, drinking in the back. However, the strange thing was seeing Alex serve them wearing nothing but an apron that hides only his crotch. His body was completely exposed as well as his bubbly butt.

Father's friends were all laughing and jeering. I saw his friends looking at Alex with a meaningful look. Some even gave into temptation and slapped his butt cheeks, in which it bounced. Alex let out a gasp before continuing what he was doing.

When he came inside the house to get more ice, I pulled him aside and looked straight into his eyes. "Did Papa forced you to do this?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled, "No, Shane, he didn't. I wanted to do it. I want him to feel what it means to have your wife beside you—"

"You're not Mom!" I yelled quietly. "Whatever delusions you have, stop it! You are his son. Your mother, our mother, is out there working her ass off while you keep pretending to be something you're not!" His smile faded away and his gaze looked down as I said what I said. A hand landed on my shoulders from behind and there I saw our father standing behind me.

"Shane, go to your room. You too, Alex. I'll be there with you in a moment." We both did what was asked of us. We walked to our shared room without making a peep. A few minutes later, father entered the room as well and we all were there, dead silent. Though, I saw Alex's face lit up when our father came in. He walked towards Alex's bed and sat there. Alex took that opportunity to level himself with our father, grabbed his head and guided it towards his direction. He kissed his lips gently and passionately, my father did the same. They parted from one another and Alex sat beside our father, his head on his shoulders.

"For someone who hates us growing up for being in a relationship with guys, you two sure are chummy with one another."

"I still hate gays, Shane. But I do have a soft spot for you and your brother. I'm sorry if I ever let you feel insignificant. I hope you can give me another chance like Alex did."

I can tell even from this angle. Father's fingers were wriggling behind Alex, trying to enter his hole again. "What can I do to make it up to you, Shane?" I looked at him dead in the eyes. There was something in me that makes me mad at him, I just couldn't pinpoint what it was. Was it because he's cheating my mother for my brother? Was it because he's the first everything of Alex? Was it because I envy them? I don't know.

I stood up from my bed and approached them on their side. I stood tall and looked down on both of them while they were sitting. "I want to forgive you, I really do. But I can't. Whatever you did to Alex to make him be this way, is wrong."

They both looked up at me, contemplating what to do and say next. I thought of a twisted way to forgive them. I held the hem of my shorts and underwear, and lower them both at the same time.

"Suck it." I told our father. My cock was inches away from his face and I can see he was reluctant to do so. I'm afraid of him but if he asks for my forgiveness, this is the least thing he could do.