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Shawn and Doc

Dr. H. Wilson's office June 20

Wilson was assigned to determine whether or not Shawn Barns was mentally stable enough for his testimony to be used, and was he complicit in the crime.

The recording start with

"This is an official affidavit and sworn testimony." The recorded voice stated.

"Why don't we start with your name and age?"

"My name is Shawn. I'm thirteen years old."

"Are you the son of Michael Barns?"

"Yeah, sort of."

"What do you mean 'Sort of', either you are, or you're not."

"From what I can tell, he's my biological father, and my legal grandfather. He may or may not be my biological grandfather."

"Would you care to explain that?"

"Well, back before it was fashionable, or even acceptable, my grandmother had a child for a gay couple, Michael Barns and Richard Mayhew. I'm not sure if either of them were the biological father of my mother, but Michael is listed as the father on her birth certificate."

"This is the same Michael Barns that is your father?"

"Yes. Soon after my mother was born, Mary, my grandmother, disappeared, leaving my mother with Michael and Richard."

"So he is your grandfather. How is he your father?"

"The usual way. Sex."

"You're saying that Michael had sex with his daughter."

"Yes. Richard left Michael when my mother was ten. I was born when she was fourteen."

"Who is Matthew O'Neil?"

"Matt is my half brother by Dr. Patrick O'Neil. He's twelve."

"Then who are Rebecca and James O'Neil?"

"They're Matt's half brother and sister. Patrick had them with his first wife. I think her name was Thelma or Wilma, something like that. Rebecca is fifteen, and James is fourteen."

Wilson stopped the playback and asked "Is all that true, Shawn?"

"I wouldn't have said it if it wasn't. That is supposed to be my official sworn testimony. I could go to jail for perjury if I lied. Right?"

Wilson chuckled, "Yes I suppose that's true. I doubt they send thirteen year olds to jail though. You said that Michael Barns had sex with his thirteen year old daughter and you are the result of that."

"Look, Doc. They did DNA tests, I'm his son. The rest is a matter of public record. Birth certificates and shit like that."

"How did he get away with that? I mean surely the doctors or hospital staff would have noticed your mother's age."

"It was Michael Barns. Nobody was going to say anything. He owned the hospital and half the town. That's why the town is named Barnsville. His family started that town."

"I see. So you think Dr. O'Neil had something to do with that?" Wilson said as he wrote down some notes.

"Let's see. Thirteen year old pregnant girl goes to Ob/Gyn. Gives birth at fourteen. Then gives birth again at fifteen to Gynecologist's son. Yeah I would say he had something to do with the cover up at least. Not to mention fucking a fourteen year old."

"Yes, that would seem plausible," Wilson agreed, somewhat surprised at Shawn's language. He knew Shawn was intelligent, even if he was a bit of a smartass.

"When did Dr. O'Neil marry your mother?"

"I'm not sure if they ever actually got married. But Matthew was born when I was one, then Patrick disappeared when I was three. He and James and Rebecca were living with us then."

"Then how do you know he is Matthew's father?" Wilson said trying to confuse Shawn.

Shawn glared at the doctor for a few seconds. "I assume you have heard of DNA, being in the medical field yourself. As I said earlier, they did tests on all of us. I am Michael's son. Matthew is Patrick's son. James and Rebecca are Patrick's children with a different woman than my mother, Anne. None of that isn't in dispute."

"I'm sorry. I'm just trying to get this all straight in my head."

"No, you're trying to catch me in a lie. If I were going to lie, it wouldn't be about something that is so easy to disprove."

"Uh… Okay… You said that Dr. O'Neil disappeared. Yet James and Rebecca still lived with you. Why is that? Why didn't they go live with their mother?"

"I guess you will have to ask her that. If you can find her. Like I said, I was three at the time."

"Why do you think you are here?"

"By here, you mean in a shrink's office? I can only guess that somebody wants to know how much is true and how much is bullshit. If I'm 'crazy' or sane. If the situation fucked me up enough that my testimony could be thrown out or used as evidence. Pretty close?"

"Uh… Yes, pretty close indeed," Wilson said making more notes.

"So. What do you want to know Doc? What dirty little secrets do you want to hear? What part of my brain do you want to pick?" Shawn said accusingly.

"Why don't you just tell me what you think pertinent?"

"Pertinent to the case, or to my state of mind?"

"Both. Somehow I doubt that they are mutually exclusive."

"Good guess, Doc. How much time you got?"

"As long as you want. Take your time. If you get tired we can start again tomorrow."

"Okay. Jump in anytime if you have a question. Like I said, my grandmother, Mary, lived with Michael and Richard. Of course most of this part is just from what my mom and Michael have told me. At some point after my mom was born, Mary disappeared, leaving my mom with Michael and Richard. Then Richard disappeared when Mom was around ten."

Wilson interrupted him "You keep using the term 'disappear'. Why is that?"

"As far as I know, they haven't been heard from. If Mary or Richard moved to the sunny shores of Miami, they didn't send a postcard saying 'Wish you were here'. If things were all rainbows and unicorns with the happy family, then you would think that one of them would at least write to my mom."

"I see what you mean… Go on," Wilson allowed.

"According to my mom, Mickael fucked her the first time when she was ten. It was soon after that when Richard was no longer in the picture." Shawn said, avoiding the word disappeared.

"I know, you and the lawyers will call that hearsay. I believe her though, because he first fucked me when I was ten too, and that is straight from the horse's mouth."

"Your father had anal sex with you when you were only ten?" Wilson wanted to be clear.

"He started playing with me a long time before that. My mom said he was just showing me how much he loved me. I didn't mind it. In fact, I liked it a lot. Anybody tell you a nine year old doesn't like a blow job is lying.

"Once he started blowing me, he soon began fingering my ass too. Let me tell you, nothing feels better to a nine year old getting a blow job, than a finger in his ass at the same time."

If Shawn was trying for shock value, it worked. Wilson nervously scribbled notes faster than he ever had before.

"So, when I was ten, I came home from school, and Mom wasn't around. I went looking for Michael and found him in James's room. James was bent over the bed, and Michael was fucking him. James was probably twelve then, or close to it.

"I was kind of mad because Michael was giving James the attention I should be getting. I mean, James wasn't even related to Michael. Why was he showing more love to him than his own son? Michael must have seen that on my face too, because he said 'You want this too, don't you.'

"I did, until I saw the size of the cock that emerged from James's ass. That's another reason I know that Michael is my father, and not Matt's. I get my cock from my father, and Matt got his from his father."

Wilson didn't quite follow him for a second, then he understood, and his eyes went immediately to Shawn's crotch. The bulge in his jeans indicated the size of what was hidden beneath the denim.

"Michael pulled out of James and grabbed the bottle of lube, told me to strip and get on the bed, so I did. Let me tell you, a ten year old may like a finger up his ass, but a nine and a half inch [24 cm] cock hurts like a mother fucker. I screamed until James put his little dick in my mouth."

"Shawn, you are a very intelligent boy. Is it necessary to use such language?"

Shawn laughed a little then said. "Doc. You're a grown man. Are your ears still virgin. Look, when you make your report, you can say penis and rectum if you want. But this is my story, and I'll tell it the way I want. If you want to send in someone whose ears aren't quite as sensitive as yours, I'll be glad to wait."

"No, no. You're absolutely right. Tell it the way you want. Sorry I interrupted you. Go on," Wilson said and made more notes.

"So, there I was, on my hands and knees, getting fucked by my father, and sucking on a twelve year old's dick. It did hurt, at first. I didn't say anything to Michael though. Mom said he was showing me how much he loved me, I didn't want him to stop loving me. And I especially didn't want him to show James more affection than he showed me.

"That was the first time he fucked me, but it sure wasn't the last. He fucked me almost every day after that. He used to come into my room and give me blow jobs. After that first fuck, he would come in and suck me a little then fuck me. After the third time or so, I would almost beg him to stop sucking and start fucking me instead. His cock felt a lot better than his finger.

"Sometimes Mom would come in and watch. She would stand there with this look, like 'Aw, isn't that cute, father and son doing the nasty.' Like we were throwing a softball back and forth."

Wilson interrupted again "Your mother knew he was fu… having anal sex with you too?"

"Sure. When I was twelve and started shooting cum, mom was invited to join. Michael had fucked my first load out the night before. He was so proud of me for actually cumming, the next night he brought Mom in with him. He had Mom lay down on the bed first, then he put my cock in her and fucked me till I shot a load in my mom."

Wilson had a mental picture pop into his head, and an erection pop into his pants. He was startled by his own response, but asked Shawn "Why do you think he did that?"

"Looking back on it, I would say he wanted her to get pregnant. I mean he was my father and grandfather. Maybe he wanted to be my kid's great grandfather and grandfather and second hand father. If I had a daughter, I'm sure he would make her pregnant with my grandchild, slash sister/brother, slash great niece/nephew, slash whatever else it would be. The man was fucked up. What can I say?"

"Uh… okay. What did your mom say about you having sex with her?"

"Well, technically I wasn't, really. I mean, my cock was in her, but Michael was doing the fucking. Well at first anyway."

"What do you mean at first?" Wilson asked.

"I'll get to that later. So, Michael started fucking me, and more or less left James alone. I didn't know it at the time, but James started fucking Matt."

"Did your mom know about that too?" Wilson asked.

"Yeah, but I don't know when she found out. I didn't know it until I started shooting cum. A few days after I first shot a load in Mom, Michael wanted to watch me and James fuck. When he put his little dick in me, he said I wasn't as tight as Matt. Hell, I was a year older, and had been taking Michael's big cock for two years. Of course I wasn't as tight as Matt."

"The only way he would know that, is if he was fucking Matt. So when I fucked James, I told him he wasn't as tight as Mom. Can you imagine, a thirteen year old boy's ass not as tight as a grown woman's pussy. Especially a woman who has given birth twice." Shawn laughed.

"Was that true?" Wilson asked for some reason.

Shawn looked at him and smiled. "No woman's pussy is as tight or as good as a boy's ass," he answered alluringly.

Wilson swallowed hard, and felt tightness in his pants. "Maybe we should stop here, and pick up again tomorrow."

Shawn stood, rubbed his crotch, and said "Whatever you want, Doc," he looked at the picture on the desk "Is that your three kids?"

"Uh… yes. Their mother passed last year of a sudden stroke."

"Sorry to hear that Doc. Kids need their mom sometimes. Or sometimes they need a man," Shawn said as he left.

Wilson almost had an accident on the way home. His mind was preoccupied with all that Shawn had told him. He arrived home to find his children in the pool. His oldest son Bobby was shooting his brother and sister with one of those toy water cannons. His lightweight swimsuit was soaked and clinging to his fourteen year old body.

"Bobby, try not to drown your brother and sister."

"Aw, Dad. What fun is there in that?" Bobby laughed.

Wilson diverted his gaze from his son's crotch and went back inside. Maria, his housekeeper, was in the kitchen. "I'm going to have a shower before dinner," he informed her.

He stood under the relaxing flow of water, trying to forget what Shawn had said. "No woman's pussy is as tight or as good as a boy's ass." The images of Shawn's bulging jeans and bubble butt along with Bobby's clingy swimsuit clad body, flashing through his mind. His seven inch [18 cm] cock was aching with need. He had never been with a boy, but Shawn certainly had. Shawn would know the difference in the feeling of a woman's pussy and a boy's ass. He stroked himself for just a couple of minutes before spraying the shower wall with his pent up load.

June 21

Shawn showed up right on time. Wilson noticed he was wearing basketball type shorts, as he sat on the sofa across from him."So, where do you want to start today, Doc?"

"You said yesterday that Michael wanted to see you and James together. Was it just that one time?"

"No. After that, it was almost every day. Then sometimes at night James would come to my room after Michael left. Then Rebecca got in on it too."

"Rebecca got in on it too? How old was she?" Wilson asked.

Shawn leaned against the arm of the sofa and put his left foot on the edge of the seat. "Well it was just last year, so fourteen. During the day we all played together, after school. At night it seems everybody came to my room at some point. First Michael then James then Rebecca. Michael fucked me most nights, if James came in, I would let him fuck me too, just to keep him away from Matt. Rebecca wanted me to fuck her. By then I had grown to almost seven inches [18 cm]. She liked it a lot."

Wilson couldn't help glancing at Shawn's crotch. His own cock was seven inches [18 cm], it would be hard to imagine a thirteen year old boy had one the size of his. But since Shawn had decided not to wear anything under his shorts, it was quite evident the boy was telling the truth.

"You know some people say size doesn't matter. Bullshit. I always had an orgasm with Michael, never with James, after all, he was a year older than me and still only about four inches [10 cm]. That's why Rebecca came to me. James got her cherry, I think, but he didn't fuck her very good. She liked me to fuck her though. Of course that was last year, I've grown another inch since then." Shaw said as he spread his legs a bit. Giving Wilson an even better view up the leg of his shorts.

"Yes… Uh well… uh You said you all played together after school?" Wilson stammered much to Shawn's delight.

"Well, sometimes it was me and James and Rebecca. Other times it was me and Michael and Mom. When it was us three, sometimes James was there too. He wasn't allowed to fuck Mom, and Mom didn't like for Michael to fuck James, but he did once in awhile. James could suck me, or I could fuck him, but Mom didn't want him to fuck me.

"As far as Mom was concerned she and I were the only one's who should get Michael's cock, and only Michael's cock. I guess she really didn't know how much the rest of us were involved. She certainly didn't know about Rebecca."

Shawn got up and walked over to the desk. He half sit half leaned on it. He had to reach way across the wide expanse of the desk to reach the framed picture of Wilson's children. Stretching across, he lifted one leg directly toward the good doctor. The view Wilson received was beyond his imagination. Shawn's big cock and heavy balls were totally on display. His pale skin contrasting the light brown pubes that barely stretched across the base of his cock.

Shawn took an extra long time to retrieve the picture. It was only when he put his foot back on the floor, did Wilson finally divert his gaze. Shawn was grinning at him. The boy then sat on the arm of Wilson's chair and leaned his own arm on the backrest.

"Tell me about your children," Shawn said as he held the picture out between them.

"That's my oldest Bobby. He's fourteen. That's Cindy, eleven. And Trent, twelve."

"Very handsome family. I bet Bobby's really packing," Shawn said barely above a whisper. "And that Cindy… Hot," he added.

Wilson swallowed hard and cleared his throat. "Yes… uh where were we?"

Shawn stood, his erection pushing the loose shorts straight out from his body. He stepped in front of the doctor, and set in his lap. "I was saying how Bobby looks like he has a big one. But I see that Bobby isn't the only family member who is packing," he said wiggling his ass on Wilson's hard cock.

"Do you think Bobby has sampled sweet little Cindy's charms?"

"Of course not. Not all families are like that," Wilson protested.

"Mmhm… Then why is your dick fighting to get into my ass?"

"It's not fighting to get into you. This is just a natural response to the topic of conversation," Wilson declared trying to push Shawn off his lap.

"As I recall, our topic of conversation was about me getting my ass fucked. Or was it brother and sister fucking that got you hard. Or maybe it was seeing my big cock. Do cocks make you hard, or boys in general? Maybe it's just my cock you like. Would you like to see it close up?" Shawn asked as he pulled the elastic waistband away from his body allowing his erection to spring up.

"I… uh… I yes I uh think our time is up for today," Wilson said fighting the urge to grasp the teen cock in front of him.

"What's the matter Doc? Don't trust yourself?"

"No, it's just… uh these are very sensitive issues, uh of great importance, and the consequences are dire," Wilson stuttered.

"Bullshit Doc. I can see you want to touch it. Go ahead. No one will know," Shawn said waving his cock up at him, from the doctor's lap. Wilson was having trouble taking his eyes off of it.

"You know, I can't really leave right now. What will people say if I walk out of here with a hard on? It' kind of difficult to hide one this size in these basketball shorts," Shawn added as he started to stroke his large cock. "Maybe I should make it go down before leaving." Shawn was now stroking toward a goal.

"Yes… Uh… That would probably be best." Wilson had never watched someone else masturbate. Especially not a teen boy sitting in his lap.

Shawn picked up Wilson's hand "You know it will be a lot faster if someone does it for me," he said placing the doctor's hand on his cock.

Wilson was mesmerized. It was as if his hand wasn't his own. It grasped the teenage cock and stroked it, all the while he watched in fascination.

"Mmm that's nice, Doc. Do you think Bobby has one this big?" Shawn whispered. "Do you wish it was his cock you were stroking?"

Wilson couldn't help but wonder if his son's was this big. Yes, Bobby probably had a fine young cock like the one in his hand. In his mind's eye it became Bobby he was pleasuring.

"Mm that feels so good Daddy." Shawn said, barely a whisper. As he felt his climax approaching, Shawn put his hand behind the doctor's head. Putting slight pressure, he drew the doc's head forward. When he was just inches away Shawn said "Go ahead Daddy. Do it for me. Open."

As Wilson took the teen cock into his mouth Shawn let out a moan and blasted the doctor's tonsils with his thick cream. "Ahh, yes daddy… That's it."

Wilson was still nursing on the teen when he finally came to his senses. How long had he been sucking it? The cock had already deflated, so it must have been awhile. He raised up and examined the magnificent organ in his hand. Then realized Shawn was staring at him.

"I'm… I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me," he said, but didn't relinquish the cock in his hand.

"That's quite alright, Doc. Enjoy yourself. I take it that was your first time."

"Be that as it may, I definitely think… uh… our time is up."

Wilson sat in his den, images of teens cavorting around nude splashing through his mind. He couldn't believe he had done.… well.… that, with a teen boy. A patient even. Well not exactly a patient, but still. On top of that, he had an erection off and on the rest of the day. Every time it came to mind. Still had one.

He saw Bobby going up the stairs, and heard the bathroom door close. On the way upstairs, Wilson heard the shower running. His hand was shaking as he slowly turned the doorknob. It was unlocked, so he pushed it open.

He could see Bobby through the clear glass shower enclosure. His head was tilted back as he stroked his cock. Wilson stepped in, not taking his eyes off the action at Bobby's crotch. His son's cock was not as big as Shawn's of course, but it was beautiful just the same.

He was standing there a couple of minutes, when Bobby suddenly jumped "Shit! Dad! What… You scared the shit out of me."

"Language, son."

"Sorry, Dad. But, what are you doing in here?"

"Yes… Well uh… Have you seen my reading glasses?"

"You mean the ones on top of your head?"

Wilson fumbled with his glasses, "Quite… Uh… Proceed," he said with a wave of his hand.

'What the hell?' Wilson thought, as he walked to his bedroom. Proceed? I told him to proceed as if I were giving him permission to finish jerking his dick. My son caught me perving on him and all I can say is, proceed. And what was that crap about my glasses?

But that dick! God that was nice to see. Wilson thought as he undressed. His cock was again, hard as a rock. Laying on his bed, he began stroking it, remembering the feeling of Shawn's cock in his mouth. Then the image of his own son stroking his cock, suds running down his legs as he brought himself pleasure.

He didn't hear the door open and Bobby come in. "Let me," Bobby said as he took hold of his father's cock.

June 22

Shawn sat in his chair, relatively well behaved, considering his antics the day before. "You mention so many different couplings between your family, but you never mention Michael with Rebecca," the doctor said.

"Well, that's why we're here isn't it. I didn't want to end our time too soon. Save the juicy part for last, right?" Shawn said with a smile.

"So, tell me about it."

"Haven't you read the file?"

"Whether I've read it or not, I want to hear you tell it from your point of view."

"Let's see. Um everybody was fucking everybody, but to tell you the truth, I never saw Michael fuck Rebecca. I know I fucked her a few times a week. I think James did too. I also know that my mom considered Rebecca off limits to Michael. I think it was a female jealousy thing. Michael could fuck her son, but no other pussy. It wasn't like she was trying to protect Rebecca's innocence, she was off limits to Michael, but for anyone else, she was fair game."

"Tell me about that day," Wilson pushed.

"Okay, damn. You like to ruin my fun don't you. So, I came home a little later than usual. Tom Kraft was slower than I had anticipated. Anyway. Mom was there sitting on the floor."

"Where were Michael and Rebecca?"

"Oh they were there too, well, what's left of them was."

"Tell me about that. What exactly did you see?"

"Do you want nightmares? Okay. Mom was sitting with the knife still in her hand, covered in blood. Rebecca and Michael were on the bed, nude, a little worse for the wear. I didn't need to inspect them to know they wouldn't be joining us for dinner. Did I mention the knife was in mom's hand? I know I didn't mention that Michael's junk was in the other."

"You mean she…?"

"Yep. Went all Lorena Bobbitt on him. Only I think she did a much better job. John Wayne Bobbitt survived after all. I haven't read the coroner's report, but I know there were a lot of holes in both of them."

"Did she say anything? Were you afraid you might be next?"

"No. My mom loved me. She would never hurt me. Of course looking back on it now, I wouldn't have thought she would hurt Michael either. The only thing she said when she looked up at me was 'The bastard couldn't keep it in his pants. Now look where it is.' And she held it up."

Wilson cringed at the gruesome imagery, feeling his own nuts draw up. "Where were James and Matt?" he asked when he was able.

"Matt usually goes to his friend Isaac's house, so probably there. I don't know where James was."

"Then what happened?" Wilson asked cautiously.

"Nothing. I called the cops, told them my dad was dead, and they were there in a heartbeat."

"How did you know they were dead?"

"Doc, I'm telling you, it looked like Lizzy Borden stopped by for practice. I might not be a doctor like you, but even someone who likes slasher flicks would have spewed his movie popcorn at this scene."

"So, when the police arrived, where were you?"

"I certainly didn't want to wait for them with Michael. I was out front of the house. They came, I pointed into the house. Next thing I know they're hauling mom out in cuffs. Then a shitload of people arrived and I was taken in. They asked me what happened and I told them. A few days later I gave that sworn testimony."

"Where are you staying?" the doctor asked curiously.

"Well I was staying with friends. But since the attorney appointed to mom said she couldn't get a fair trial in Barnsville, and then this whole business with the statement and your exam, I've been put up in a hotel downtown with a cop playing babysitter. They might be looking for relatives to take me in. I think that since I'm the sole heir to the Barns money, they're afraid to put me in child services. Something could happen and they would be sued. I can't imagine where they got that idea," Shawn chuckled.

"What about Matthew and James? Where are they?"

"Rumor has it that Matt was placed with child services, and I don't have a clue about James."

"Why would they place Matt with child services and not you?" Wilson asked suspiciously.

"Like I said, doc, DNA. He was staying with Isaac's family till the tests came back. I'm definitely Barns. He is the child of a homicidal maniac, who's father can't be found. You know the saying, money talks, bullshit walks."

"Now that you mentioned it, I wanted to ask you something. You always referred to your father as Michael, not dad or father or papa, always Michael. Why?"

"Funny you should ask. I used to call him daddy or dad. But, once he started fucking me, it just seemed weird. You know like 'Oh fuck me daddy' just seemed too cliché I guess. I thought about it for a long time. I knew he was my father, and I knew he was my grandfather, but he was also my sex partner. Mom called him Michael, even though he was her father. So I started to call him that when he was fucking us. Then I just stuck with it. Mom didn't seem to care about it during sex, then just didn't notice I was doing it all the time. Now it's habit more than anything."

"I see. Tell me about the gruesome scene. How do you feel about finding that?"

For the first time, Doctor Wilson saw a chink in the boy's armor. Shawn hung his head and choked up a bit. After a moment he raised his and strengthened his resolve.

"I love my mom, I loved Michael too. I admit that I still see those images late at night when I'm trying to sleep. I've had a few nightmares about it." Shawn paused and wiped a tear. "But I've had time to think about it. Separate my personal feelings and examine it from a different perspective. The woman sliced her father and his lover to pieces. It may have been a crime of passion, or jealousy, but the woman deserves whatever punishment the court decides.

"As the son of the victim and the perpetrator, I'm torn. She killed my father. But, she's my mom. I want my mom back, but I wouldn't feel safe if there are any knives in the house. You tell me, doc. How would you feel?"

"You're a very perceptive boy. How do you account for your detachment in reasoning?"

"I don't know doc. I mean, I'm not that unusual for a teenage boy, I guess. Then again, from a sexual standpoint, I'm not your usual thirteen year old either, am I," Shawn said giving his crotch a tug.

"I would say not," Wilson chuckled.

June 29

"Hi, Doc. What are we going to talk about today? My potty training? My fascination with masturbation? Heh heh, I made a rhyme."

"Today I want to discuss your mother. This past week, I have been interviewing her."

"Really? How is she? Did she ask about me?" Shawn asked excitedly.

"She didn't say a whole lot. In fact she didn't even speak to me for the first couple of days. She isn't aware that you and I have spoken. Do you know anything about a boathouse?"

"Boathouse?" Shawn looked perplexed for a moment. "Well the only boathouse I know of is the one down by the old house."

"What old house?" Wilson said, making notes.

"Michael and his parents lived in the original Barns house. There was a pier with a boathouse. The boathouse was built half on the river bank, and half over the river. The pier was built around the river half so that the boat could be taken in and stored or repaired or whatever. It was actually pretty big. They used it for storage and equipment and such."

"Have you ever been there?"

"The whole area has grown wild. I've been down there, of course, you know, exploring as a kid. I haven't actually been in the boathouse. It's locked up. The pier was damaged in the fire, so it isn't accessible from shore anymore."

"Fire? What fire?" Wilson asked

"I think Michael was around ten, when the house caught fire and burned down. Back then the town was smaller, and further away. I guess it took too long for the firemen to get there. Well, the whole place burned down except part of the pier and the boathouse. Michael's father then built the house we live in now. You can still see where the house was. Some of the brick walls are still standing. It looks like some of those pictures of Europe during the war. You know, bombed out kinda."

"Do you know anything else about the boathouse?"

"Not really. Why do you ask?" Again Shawn seemed perplexed.

"Your mother mentioned it."

"What did she say about it?"

"Well, actually, the entire time I was there, the only thing she said was 'Tell Michael to get me out of here, or I will tell them about the boathouse.' Do you know what she meant by that?" Doctor Wilson inquired.

"What? She said to tell Michael to get her out. She knows she killed him. Why would she say that?"

"She has obviously blocked out that memory. Now, she only knows it's his fault she's there, and wants out," Wilson explained.

Shawn began to cry. "She is completely nuts, isn't she? I mean… Shit… They found her with Michael's body. How could she not know he's dead?"

"Sometimes our minds block out things that are too painful to remember. It's a self defence mechanism. Do you know where the key to the boathouse is?"

"If there is one, I suppose Michael would have it," Shawn said wiping his sleeve across his face.

"Are you still a guest of the police department?"

"Yes and no. They first put me in a cheap motel. I hated it so I moved to the hotel at my expense. But I still have deputy dog hanging around."

"This weekend is the fourth of July. Would you like to get away awhile and come to our place?"

"Uh… Sure, Doc. Will Bobby be there?" Shawn asked.

Wilson smiled, "Yes, Bobby will be there. And Trent and Cindy."

"Mmm… Can't wait. Should I bring anything?"

"Nope. Just uh… your appetite."

July 3

"Shawn. Glad you could make it. Come in, come in," Wilson greeted.

"Well, I had to clear a busy schedule, but made it," Shawn quipped.

"Let's go out to the pool, and I'll introduce you to my children."

The children were sitting at a poolside table having soft drinks. "Kid's, this is Shawn. That's Trent, this is Cindy, and that is Bobby," Wilson said pointing to each child.

"Hi," they said in unison.

"Bobby, why don't you show Shawn where to put his stuff? I hope you don't mind bunking in with Bobby, Shawn."

"Not a problem," Shawn answered with a smile.

Bobby led him to his room upstairs. "You can hang your clothes in here, and I cleared out this drawer for you. Did you bring a swimsuit?"

"Yeah I bought a couple of new ones because I didn't have any here in town," Shawn said taking a speedo out of his overnight case.

"Man, I wish I had one of those. All I have are like these board shorts."

"Here take this one, you're about my size," Shawn said.

"Really? Great. Let's change and get back to the pool."

Both boys were quickly out of their clothes, Bobby only had on his swimsuit anyway. Shawn watched him dropped his suit and wait. When Bobby stood naked, Shawn dropped his own jeans and underwear in one motion.

Both boys stood eyeing each other. Bobby finally said "Damn, you have a big dick."

"You're not too shabby yourself," Shawn complimented. As they watched, each of the teen cocks started to rise. "Maybe we should get back to the pool before they wonder where we are," Shawn advised.

"Yeah, or I'm gonna have to wait for my hard on to go down," Bobby laughed.

They put on their speedos and went to the pool. Wilson was standing just outside the patio door when the boys exited. His mouth dropped open and he stared at the sight of the two beautiful teens. He had seen both boy's cocks before, but somehow the speedos made them even sexier.

Trent and Cindy came up to stare too. Cindy stumbled out with "Y… you got a new swimsuit, Bobby. It … it looks very nice on you." Then she openly oogled the bulge in Shawn's suit. "Your's is nice too."

"Yeah, nice. Can I get a suit like that, Dad?" Trent asked.

After a moment, Wilson said "Definitely."

Shawn rarely got to be just a kid, so he really enjoyed splashing in the pool with the doctor's children. Wilson even joined them in the pool, which was a rarity. More than a few times Shawn felt what was definitely not an accidental brush against and even the occasional outright grope of his cock. It could have been any or all of them doing it. Of course he didn't care.

When the sun began to set, Wilson to the children to get out of the pool, and to go rinse the chlorine off while he ordered pizza for dinner.

"Let's save time, and rinse off together," Bobby suggested to Shawn. The boys peeled off their swimsuits and climbed into the shower. Within seconds, they were both hard as stone.

Bobby couldn't take his eyes off Shawn's eight incher [20 cm]. Shawn did the same with Bobby's six [15 cm]. "I can't believe you're so big and you're younger than I am," Bobby said.

"My father has … had a big one. I take after him."

"Do you think I will get as big as my Dad then?" Bobby asked.

"Probably. You're well on your way now," Shawn smiled.

They finished rinsing off and joined the others downstairs. "I received some news yesterday, Shawn," Wilson said to the boy. "The authorities have found that your father had an older sister. They contacted her about guardianship of you. She is to arrive in town next week."

"An older sister? I've never heard of an older sister. Michael was pretty old, how old is she?"

"I would guess in her seventies. She is twelve years older than your father. She left for college and never returned. She never married either, but she is your only living relative."

"I hope she lives long enough that I don't have to go to an orphanage."

They had pizza, then the kids played video games till Wilson said it was time for bed. Of course Trent and Cindy griped and moaned, but Bobby and Shawn went to Bobby's room without complaint.

Shawn was digging through the drawer allotted to him by Bobby when he said "Crap. I forgot to bring anything to sleep in."

"What do you usually wear?" Bobby asked.

"Nothing. I don't even own pj's."

"Well, I've already seen you naked, but if it will make you feel more comfortable, I won't wear anything either." Bobby offered with a grin.

Shawn smiled and nodded. Both stripped and climbed into bed after turning out the lights. In the pitch black room Bobby said "Dad told us you lost your dad recently."

"What else did he say?"

"Nothing really. Just that you don't have any family now that your dad is gone. I was just thinking about what you said. You corrected yourself when you said your dad had a big dick. I'm sorry about your dad, were you two close?"

"Yeah, pretty close," Shawn laughed.

"So you really think mine will get as big as my dad's?"

"Does your dad have a big one?" Shawn asked as if he didn't know. Well he hadn't actually seen it, just felt it under his ass when he sat on his lap.

"Not as big as your's, but pretty big."

"So you have seen it then?"

"Promise not to tell anyone?" Bobby worried.

"Yeah, I promise," Shawn assured him.

"A couple of weeks ago, I caught my dad jerking off."

"Does he know you saw him?" Shawn asked his bedmate.

"Yeah. I walked in when he was doing it. He had his eyes closed so he didn't see me. Then, I don't know, I mean, I realized that he hasn't been with a woman since my mom died… so I just started to do it for him."

"You jerked your dad off?" Shawn asked trying to sound mildly shocked.

"Yeah. It was awkward at first. I mean, I just grabbed his cock and said to let me do it for him. He jumped a little then closed his eyes and let me."

"Was that the only time you ever did anything with a guy?" Shawn questioned.

"Yeah, well, I did the same thing about four days later. I waited till I thought he might be doing it and just walked in again. This time he saw me come in. He stopped and let go of his dick and I stroked it for him again."

"Wow," Shawn said. By now his cock was raging. He wondered if Bobby was hard too, but suspected he was.

"Neither one of us said anything, I stroked him, he shot, I left. We haven't talked about it either. It's like a private secret. You're the first I've told about it."

They lay quietly in the dark for a minute, then Bobby almost whispered "Are you as hard as I am right now?"

"Probably harder," Shawn answered as he rubbed his big cock.

Bobby then shyly asked "Do you want me to do it for you?"

"Only if I can do your's too," Shawn answered as he reached toward Bobby's midsection. He found the boy's cock and began stroking it. He felt Bobby's hand wrap around his own cock and begin slowly sliding on it.

"Damn. It feels even bigger in the dark," Bobby laughed.

The boys explored each other in the blackness for a few moments, then Shawn shifted around causing Bobby to lose his grasp. Shawn lifted the blanket and went under it.

"Oh God!" Bobby exclaimed when he felt his cock swallowed up by Shawn. "Oh my God!!" he said again.

Shawn stopped and lifted his mouth off the teen cock long enough to say "Sshh. Do you want your dad to catch us?"

"No, but that feels so good. Please don't stop."

"I have no intention of quitting until I get your cream."

Shawn didn't have to wait long. Being his first blow job, Bobby unloaded in only a couple of minutes. While Bobby regained his strength, Shawn savored his first taste of cum in a while.

Bobby copied Shawn and ducked under the blanket. This wasn't Shawn's first time though, and he took a while. By the time he shot his load, Bobby was hard again.

"Spit on your cock," Shawn said as he turned his back to Bobby.

"What?"

"Spit on your cock, get it nice and wet."

Bobby did as instructed but didn't know why until Shawn push his ass against Bobby's cock."

"Fuck me," Shawn ordered.

July 4

Wilson wondered what was taking the boys so long. He had called them to breakfast for the second time thirty minutes ago. He was starting up the stairs when Bobby's bedroom door opened and the boys appeared. They seemed in a very good mood, and when they saw Wilson, Bobby said "Oh, hi Dad. Sorry, we… uh just couldn't get out of bed." Then the boys looked at each other and giggled a bit.

The doctor had his suspicions about the reason for that.

After breakfast, Wilson took the kids to the movies at the mall. Then to find a speedo for Trent. Cindy wasn't one to be left out and insisted on getting a new suit too. She picked out her first two piece suit that didn't hide much either.

At only eleven, she was just beginning to blossom. The little buds that would eventually be her breasts, were starting to get puffy. When the suit got wet, it accentuated this, and clung to her lower lips as well. None of this was lost on any of the males in the pool that afternoon. Even young Trent was pitching a tent in no time.

Wilson noticed the effect it had on the boys and himself. His own cock was hard. Thank god he was in the pool and couldn't be seen. Each of the boys would climb out and walk to the diving board, only after drawing Cindy's attention. "Hey Cindy. Watch this." Then do some silly dive. Of course it was just so she could see his dick as he walked to the board.

Then Cindy got out, and three erections followed her to the diving board. No one bothered trying to hide their excitement. Cindy even made it a point to look at each boy before diving.

The play continued as the four kids began ducking each other. This too was a pretence to do some groping and the occasional pulling down of a swimsuit.

Wilson was more than aware of what was going on. He saw the stares and the gropes, he witnessed the swimsuit tugs, and the grappling to pull them back into place. He saw the boys erections, and the pencil eraser nipples on his daughter.

At about five o'clock, Wilson started the charcoals for grilling burgers for the kids. Inside he took out lettuce and tomatoes and onions to slice for the burgers. He watched the kids from the kitchen window as he sliced. They had huddled in the shallow end, the three boys with their backs to the house, and Cindy standing in front of them.

Wilson watched as Cindy went down the line of boy's. She stopped in front of Trent first. From his viewpoint Wilson could tell that Trent tugged down the front of his swimsuit, and Cindy tugged her brother's dick. After a minute she moved on to Bobby. He did the same as Trent, and Cindy tugged his dick for a minute too. Then she moved on to Shawn. When he dropped the front of his suit, Cindy's eyes went wide. She latched onto it in a flash.

She spent longer with Shawn, and Trent started to complain about the unfair practice. Wilson couldn't actually hear, but that was the conclusion he came to. Cindy apparently acquiesced, and gave Trent another tug.

By then the chopping was finished, and he began taking things to the patio. The kids got out of the pool and started toweling off.

Cindy stood with her towel in her hands wiping her face but looking directly at the three tented swimsuits in front of her. "Daddy, why does Shawn have such a big thingy?"

"Thingy?" Wilson asked then seeing her line of vision said "Oh, you mean his penis? Well, it's probably an inherited trait from his father."

"So, Bobby's is the same size as yours?" She pressed.

"Well probably not quite, he's still growing. Just like you and Trent are."

"Then yours is more like Shawn's?"

"No dear, Shawn is blessed in ways I'm not."

The boys snickered a little at this. Cindy went on though. "Then your's is bigger than Bobby's but not as big as Shawn's?"

"Probably dear."

Trent outright laughed at his sister's questions.

"What are you laughing at? You have the littlest dick here." Cindy yelled at Trent. This caused Shawn and Bobby to crack up.

"Let's eat out here so you kids don't get the house all wet. Cindy bring out the rest of the food. You boys can set the table and pour the soda," Wilson interrupted before a fight broke out.

Later while the boys were playing video games, Wilson was cleaning the kitchen and dishes. Cindy came in and said "Dad, I still have questions."

"Okay baby. Ask away."

"Why are there so many different di… penis sizes?"

"That's a very good question. I really don't have the answer to it. As far as reproduction is concerned, most any size will probably got the job done, so theoretically from a scientific view, they could all be the same size."

"Then why do they have to be so big? I mean girls pu… uh vaginas are small."

"Ah, see, that is nature at it's finest. A girl's vagina will accommodate most any size. They stretch so that a girl can take a small one or a big one. Some girls prefer a smaller penis, some prefer the bigger ones."

"Prefer?" Cindy asked confused.

"Well, strictly from a sexual point of view. Some girls say bigger is better. Some say a really big one is too much for them. Boys, on the other hand usually agree, a tight pus… vagina is better than an old worn out loose one."

"Worn out?"

"Well, some people think that after a woman has a few babies, they just aren't as tight as they used to be."

"So boys like a younger tight one?" Cindy clarified.

"Yes. Generally speaking."

"So, a girl should try different sizes to see which one she enjoys?"

"Given the right circumstances, she would probably enjoy them all, she just might find that she prefers one over another."

"Then a girl could start with a small one, then try a medium one, then a big one. But if she wanted she could still go back to the medium?"

"Oh yes. See the vagina stretches to accommodate large ones, but it also returns to it's original size. Isn't nature wonderful that way?"

Wilson was laying in bed reading when his door opened. Cindy came in and walked up to him.

"Did you need something baby girl?"

"Uh huh. I've been doing some research. Can you help?"

"I thought you might," Wilson said.

Cindy dropped her robe to reveal her nude little body. Wilson drew the covers back in offering, and he too was naked.

"She's a little sore, Shawn is really big." Cindy said as she crawled in. Wilson decided to soothe it with his tongue first.

July 5

At seven, Wilson suggested that Cindy wake the boys, and tell them breakfast will be at eight. At eight, they all arrived. Smiling, but very quiet.

"I have to go into the office for a while. I expect you all to be good while I'm gone. Maria will be in at noon. When she arrives, I'm sure she won't find anything inappropriate. Shawn, since you're the most experienced one here, I expect you to see that no one gets hurt. Cindy, no uh research while Maria is here, and boys, I don't think Maria needs to see you in your new swimsuits," he left the children to their own devices.

Trent asked "Cindy, what did dad mean by research?"

"Silly. You know what we did last night. Well, you were only my first test subject. Dad was the fourth."

Trent looked shocked. "You fucked all of us last night, including Dad?"

"Yes, and three this morning. If Shawn hadn't taken so long, I could have done you too before breakfast. So you get to go first. Your room or mine?"

Maria came in at noon to find the children gathered around a card table putting together a jigsaw puzzle. If she had looked closely, she would have noticed the mischievous grins they were all wearing.

July 30

Judge Stanley Holmes presided over the hearing.

"So, detective, you believe the defendant not only killed Michael Barns, but also James O'Neil?"

"Yes, your honor. Acting on a tip provided by Dr. Wilson, we searched the boathouse on the Barns property. We found six bodies in various stages of decomposition. One has been identified as James O'Neil. He was killed with the same knife that killed Michael Barns, approximately the same time."

"And the other bodies?" Judge Holmes asked.

"DNA revealed them to be Richard Mayhew, Mary Johnson, Patrick O'Neil, and Thelma O'Neil. One hasn't been identified yet."

"Do you believe the defendant killed them as well?"

"No your honor. Some of these murders took place before the defendant was born, or just after, and some a few years later. Our investigation leads us to believe that the victim, Michael Barns, killed the others, and the defendant knew about it."

"Dr. Wilson. Is it your opinion that Anne Barns is not mentally stable enough to stand trial?"

"Yes, your honor. Myself and three other board certified psychiatrist have examined the defendant. We agree that she is unresponsive and unable to aid in her own defence. I recommend that she be placed in a mental hospital until a time when she is better prepared to answer to the charges."

"I have read your report, and see that you have been treating the defendant's son," the judge continued.

"Yes. He is a remarkably well adjusted young boy, but he discovered the gruesome scene in his home. I would like to continue with his weekly counseling sessions."

"I agree. This case is postponed until the defendant is of a mental capacity to stand trial," the judge ordered.

August 5

"Welcome to my home," Shawn said to Wilson and the kids as he opened the door for them.

"Holy shit," Trent exclaimed.

"Trent, watch your language," Wilson admonished.

"But this house is huge. You must be rich."

"Roughly four hundred million and growing. But it doesn't mean much if you don't have friends. Thank god you are here," Shawn said giving each a hug.

"Where is your aunt, slash great aunt, slash whatever else she is?" Wilson asked Shawn laughingly.

"You know, it's funny, but I was excited to know I had a relative. Yet I haven't seen her three times since she arrived. I hired a cook and two housekeepers who do everything around here. She stays in her room on the third floor, watching tv, or painting. She claims to be an artist, but the paintings I've seen suck. The cook takes her food to her room."

"She doesn't look after you?" Wilson asked concerned.

"I only need a warm body to be my guardian, sign papers and stuff like that. She fills that role. Once I turn eighteen, I won't need her anymore, but I'll probably let her live out her days here. I come and go as I please. I don't have to ask permission when I want to do something. I have friends that take me places or I call a cab. When I get a driver's license, I'll buy my own car. It's not like I need to ask for the money. So, all is good. Just a little lonely."

"I'll be here every weekend. I'll bring the kids too," Wilson said.

"I was wondering. Doc, I know you have to go back to the city during the week, but would it be alright if maybe Bobby could stay here. Just till school starts. Or maybe two or all of them may want to stay sometimes," Shawn said with a gleam in his eyes.

"I think something can be arranged," Wilson said.

The End