fixed things, made our family whole again, and we created a loving home.” I step closer to him. “But it wasn’t easy. We all had to pull our weight. We all had to follow the rules and learn from his lessons. Just like you.”
“Yes, sir.” He nods, his fingers wiggling again. Poor boy. His guilt is so heavy, he’s anxious to finish his apology. “I shouldn’t have given Nicolette my bacon yesterday morning. It was disrespectful to you.”
I pinch my lips together as I study him for a long moment.
“Thank you, son, for your words.” I get closer to him, placing my hand on his shoulder. “But as you know, words only go so far.”
His gaze lowers to my chest, and he gives a curt nod. A little squeeze to his shoulder, and his hands are back on his belt.
“No, son. I don’t think that’s needed.” I put more pressure on his shoulder, and he glides easily to his knees before me.
He quickly unhooks my belt and unbuttons my jeans. I realize the door is still open, but that’s okay. There’s no hiding in our home.
Elijah’s warm hand wraps around my hard shaft, pulling my cock out and slipping it into his mouth. The wetness of his tongue runs along the bottom of my head, and the heat as he wraps his lips tight around my shaft make me moan.
“Fuck, that’s good.” I touch my hand lightly to the top of his head. I won’t grab him or thrust into him. This is his apology. His tongue flicks along the underside of my dick—a trick I’m sure he’s learned from Nicolette. He strokes me harder and harder while he sucks me into his throat.
My balls clench. It’s been a long day and his sweet apology has me rushing toward the finish line.
“Good. Yeah, like that. Just like that,” I praise. I’m going to praise Nicolette later for being such a good sister and teaching her brother how to be so loving to me. Rewards keep good behavior going.
My balls pull tight, and I fist his hair as my release overwhelms me. I growl with the force of my orgasm, holding him in place as cum spurts onto his tongue and down his throat. Like a good boy, he holds steady until my heart slows and my body softens.
Gently, I pull away from him and let him redress me. Once my belt is back in place, I tap his lips. “Go on.” He swallows the gift of my forgiveness.
Elijah gets up from his knees and waits for me.
“It’s been a long day. Get to bed. You missed all your chores today, so you’ll have to catch up tomorrow.”
“Yes, Papa,” he says dutifully. “I’ll get all caught up.”
“I know you will.” I smile at him, pride in my heart. He’s taking this lesson seriously. “Off to bed.” I pat his shoulder and leave him to get ready, closing the door behind me as I enter the hall.
I pause outside his door and take in a deep breath. Being a good father is hard. Drawing the boundaries and making sure everyone stays within them while creating a loving home, so they never feel chaos in their hearts—it’s a lot of work. But my boys are learning, and Nicolette is doing a fair job herself.
I hear Mark moving around in his room, but don’t bother him with good nights. I need a shower, and he’s probably getting ready for his evening. I stop at the top of the stairs, hear the water still running in the kitchen, and smile to myself.
The house is calm. I can relax now.
Papa’s finished with Elijah, and the shower’s on in the bathroom. I stretch my arms over my head, feeling the warmth of my muscles pulling across my back. With Elijah in the shed, I had to chuck out the pig pen on my own. I don’t hold a grudge, though. I know he’s paid the price for stepping outside the clearly drawn lines in our family. And since Papa’s in the shower and Elijah’s still in his room, I know his apology has been accepted. He’s been cleansed.
He’ll help me double tomorrow, so I’m not worried.
Rolling my head from side to side, I work out the kink in my neck. It’s been a long ass day, but I still have one more thing to do—one of the best parts of my day, really. It’s a responsibility, one of the more important ones Papa’s given me, but I