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charisstomaTitled: Family Matters
A Mee-eep and charisstoma collaboration that bloomed up and out of 'Family Tree', posted here for those that didn’t go past the initial posting.
Word count: 1137
charisstoma – original post of a Drabble Cascade
School projects, and he’d thought that he was free of them ten years ago but looking down at the soft brown curls of his sister’s child he’d fallen prey to eyes as cunningly innocent a blue as Bran’s. Bran’s eyes that this morning had looked up at him from between his legs with the same blue, twinkling at awaking him in such a pleasant manner before taking him inside his mouth again. He loved the man.
So he patiently spelled out the names for little Aggie’s project and constructed answers about why Daddy was married to him and not Mommy.
Mee-eep
'...but muumy said for me to ask you daddy'
'*cough* I'm sure she meant your other dad love, look there he is now'
'Daddy whats a blow-job? mummy and dad don't know, they said you would'
Charisstoma
"Let's see," Simon glared at Bran,
"when two Daddys love each other very much," '(or just want to get it on),' "they want to make each other feel very good. One of the ways is by using their mouth and kissing each other."
"Kissing? Okay." She ran off, probably to share her knowledge.
"Way to go," Bran said. "You now get to explain to her how being kissed good night isn't going to get her pregnant when that topic arises."
"Oh, I think we should leave that tidbit for Melanie, don't you think?"
The phone call came in at midnight. Melanie wasn't his sibling for nothing. Seems there'd been the requisite permission slip for Agatha's participation in watching the Sex Ed. movie at school. There was a box to be ticked if a parent would attend. She'd put Simon down as that parent.
"Show's at 10 am tomorrow. Be there," had been transported menacingly through the phone. "By the way, there's a Q and A afterwards."
Mee-eep
'Oh me, me, please miss; If this 'making love' is how babies are made, and it's mummies not daddies that have babies, why do my daddies make love all the time?'
'my daddy says when daddies love each other very much they use their mouthes for kissing stuff - that's what a blow job is. What do mummies do when they love each other very much? Because my mummy kisses me goodnight, I love her very much and she loves me very much, but she says that's not a blow job'
charisstoma
Simon put his hand over his face and felt his ears as well as the rest of his face turn red. He could feel the school nurse glaring at him, there was the distinct 'what have you been telling this child' feeling.
With a long put upon sigh, "They kiss too but what you're talking about is done between males, adult males," the last part was stressed. "When mummies love each other in an adult way, they kiss also." There was a smile in her voice, "Kissing is important no matter what age. The difference is where the kissing is done, what part of the body. It happens in what we've already discussed as the 'bad touch areas'. As an adult, touching or kissing those areas isn't necessarily bad unless it's something that one of the adults doesn't want." There was a drawn in breath, "I see that it is almost time for lunch. If there are any more questions, you know where to find me. Please return to your classes now."
There was chattering and the rustle of many small bodies in the room. Simon remained in his chair, he knew he was going to be asked to stay after class.
"Your sister threw you into this because you flubbed the answering a difficult question thing, didn't she? Let me guess, male oral sex."
Mrs. Anderson had been a school nurse since before his his early formative years. Simon's eyes studied the carpeting by his feet finding it very interesting and nodded.
"I've some books that I can suggest which are available in the public library. You might find them helpful or you could just buy one or two of them and leave them on the coffee table for Agatha to discover and do her own reading." There was a small laugh, "sometimes that works better for both the parent and the child."
"Thank you," Simon said sotto voce to his shoes.
Again there was one of those short laughs and a hand patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry. This too you shall survive. Any questions and I can be here for you too." With another comforting pat, Mrs. Anderson left Simon to recover his composure and continue with her work day.
Mee-eep
'Mummy, Nurse Anderson made daddy stay behind after class!
We learnt about girl bits and boy bits, and how they should never touch until we're both adults and then it's okay. But mummy, daddy and daddy both have boy bits, they don't have a va-jyn-a, where do their boy bits go?'
charisstoma
Grinning down at her daughter, "Did she now." Melanie's grin got bigger and she snickered. "I have an idea where the boy bits go but what do I tell you about where the best place to go for answers is?" She nodded, "Daddy Simon and Daddy B know much more about that than I do. You should ask them."
Mee-eep
'Daddy Simon?'
Simon looked up from kissing his hubby, sending his sister an evil look.
'I got to go check something love, ask your daddy B. Daddy B gives some great answers'
Daddy B, swotted daddy Simon on the arse muttering 'later' after a talk with Nurse Anderson his hubby had vowed never to have sex again and well, Bran had somethings to say about that!
'Daddy B, when boys get kissy with boys, where do their boy bits go?'
Melanie stood in the kitchen a picture of innocent curosity, he was so going to get her back for this.
charisstoma
Carefully Bran approached the question. "What did they tell you about where boy," he coughed, "bits go with girls?"
Aggie crunched her little brow thinking, "they didn't really tell us. Where do they put them?" She looked up hopefully at Daddy B.
Bran grinned in triumph, "Well I don't want to get the answer to that wrong and as with any movie," he voice deepened, "you'll just have to wait for the sequel." He tickled a small set of ribs with resulting squealing giggles.
"Bad touch! Bad touch!" she cried and the tickling stopped immediately.
"Kiss?" was asked of her and with a little pleased nod she said, "yes, kiss."
"Love you my Aggie Pumpkin."
"Love you too Daddy B and Mommy and Daddy Simon, who slunk off like a skunk just like Mommy said he would."
Bran nodded holding in his laughter, "Don't worry. I'll talk to him about that later, maybe even warm his caboose."
"What's a caboose?"
A Mee-eep and charisstoma collaboration that bloomed up and out of 'Family Tree', posted here for those that didn’t go past the initial posting.
Word count: 1137
charisstoma – original post of a Drabble Cascade
School projects, and he’d thought that he was free of them ten years ago but looking down at the soft brown curls of his sister’s child he’d fallen prey to eyes as cunningly innocent a blue as Bran’s. Bran’s eyes that this morning had looked up at him from between his legs with the same blue, twinkling at awaking him in such a pleasant manner before taking him inside his mouth again. He loved the man.
So he patiently spelled out the names for little Aggie’s project and constructed answers about why Daddy was married to him and not Mommy.
Mee-eep
'...but muumy said for me to ask you daddy'
'*cough* I'm sure she meant your other dad love, look there he is now'
'Daddy whats a blow-job? mummy and dad don't know, they said you would'
Charisstoma
"Let's see," Simon glared at Bran,
"when two Daddys love each other very much," '(or just want to get it on),' "they want to make each other feel very good. One of the ways is by using their mouth and kissing each other."
"Kissing? Okay." She ran off, probably to share her knowledge.
"Way to go," Bran said. "You now get to explain to her how being kissed good night isn't going to get her pregnant when that topic arises."
"Oh, I think we should leave that tidbit for Melanie, don't you think?"
The phone call came in at midnight. Melanie wasn't his sibling for nothing. Seems there'd been the requisite permission slip for Agatha's participation in watching the Sex Ed. movie at school. There was a box to be ticked if a parent would attend. She'd put Simon down as that parent.
"Show's at 10 am tomorrow. Be there," had been transported menacingly through the phone. "By the way, there's a Q and A afterwards."
Mee-eep
'Oh me, me, please miss; If this 'making love' is how babies are made, and it's mummies not daddies that have babies, why do my daddies make love all the time?'
'my daddy says when daddies love each other very much they use their mouthes for kissing stuff - that's what a blow job is. What do mummies do when they love each other very much? Because my mummy kisses me goodnight, I love her very much and she loves me very much, but she says that's not a blow job'
charisstoma
Simon put his hand over his face and felt his ears as well as the rest of his face turn red. He could feel the school nurse glaring at him, there was the distinct 'what have you been telling this child' feeling.
With a long put upon sigh, "They kiss too but what you're talking about is done between males, adult males," the last part was stressed. "When mummies love each other in an adult way, they kiss also." There was a smile in her voice, "Kissing is important no matter what age. The difference is where the kissing is done, what part of the body. It happens in what we've already discussed as the 'bad touch areas'. As an adult, touching or kissing those areas isn't necessarily bad unless it's something that one of the adults doesn't want." There was a drawn in breath, "I see that it is almost time for lunch. If there are any more questions, you know where to find me. Please return to your classes now."
There was chattering and the rustle of many small bodies in the room. Simon remained in his chair, he knew he was going to be asked to stay after class.
"Your sister threw you into this because you flubbed the answering a difficult question thing, didn't she? Let me guess, male oral sex."
Mrs. Anderson had been a school nurse since before his his early formative years. Simon's eyes studied the carpeting by his feet finding it very interesting and nodded.
"I've some books that I can suggest which are available in the public library. You might find them helpful or you could just buy one or two of them and leave them on the coffee table for Agatha to discover and do her own reading." There was a small laugh, "sometimes that works better for both the parent and the child."
"Thank you," Simon said sotto voce to his shoes.
Again there was one of those short laughs and a hand patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry. This too you shall survive. Any questions and I can be here for you too." With another comforting pat, Mrs. Anderson left Simon to recover his composure and continue with her work day.
Mee-eep
'Mummy, Nurse Anderson made daddy stay behind after class!
We learnt about girl bits and boy bits, and how they should never touch until we're both adults and then it's okay. But mummy, daddy and daddy both have boy bits, they don't have a va-jyn-a, where do their boy bits go?'
charisstoma
Grinning down at her daughter, "Did she now." Melanie's grin got bigger and she snickered. "I have an idea where the boy bits go but what do I tell you about where the best place to go for answers is?" She nodded, "Daddy Simon and Daddy B know much more about that than I do. You should ask them."
Mee-eep
'Daddy Simon?'
Simon looked up from kissing his hubby, sending his sister an evil look.
'I got to go check something love, ask your daddy B. Daddy B gives some great answers'
Daddy B, swotted daddy Simon on the arse muttering 'later' after a talk with Nurse Anderson his hubby had vowed never to have sex again and well, Bran had somethings to say about that!
'Daddy B, when boys get kissy with boys, where do their boy bits go?'
Melanie stood in the kitchen a picture of innocent curosity, he was so going to get her back for this.
charisstoma
Carefully Bran approached the question. "What did they tell you about where boy," he coughed, "bits go with girls?"
Aggie crunched her little brow thinking, "they didn't really tell us. Where do they put them?" She looked up hopefully at Daddy B.
Bran grinned in triumph, "Well I don't want to get the answer to that wrong and as with any movie," he voice deepened, "you'll just have to wait for the sequel." He tickled a small set of ribs with resulting squealing giggles.
"Bad touch! Bad touch!" she cried and the tickling stopped immediately.
"Kiss?" was asked of her and with a little pleased nod she said, "yes, kiss."
"Love you my Aggie Pumpkin."
"Love you too Daddy B and Mommy and Daddy Simon, who slunk off like a skunk just like Mommy said he would."
Bran nodded holding in his laughter, "Don't worry. I'll talk to him about that later, maybe even warm his caboose."
"What's a caboose?"
