Page 13 of Home For Christmas

I woke at six to a string of texts pinging my phone. Colt was dead to the world, so I rolled over and groped for it to see who was blowing up my phone.

Jasper: We’re heading to the airport

Harrison: This is a stupid hour.

Ty: Dec and I just landed, it’s a little earlier than expected. Strong tailwind.

Dec: Told him that would happen. But did he listen to me? Nooooooo.

Greg: I’ve told the guys that myself. I suspect we’ll be about twenty minutes early, given we take off on time.

Me: How the hell are any of you functioning? It’s between 3 and 5… local times. It’s too early for humanity.

Ty: We slept between AZ and TN. We’re good.

Greg: Have you met Jasper?

Me: Yes, but I also know Harrison.

Greg’s next text had me giggling loudly enough that I needed to get out of bed before I woke my husband up. I rolled out and headed toward the bathroom to brush my teeth, my diaper crinkling loudly as I walked. I wasn’t wet enough to warrant a change yet, but I knew that I needed to get up and get ready.

Me: Do you want me to come pick you up? Daddy’s sleeping, but I can come get you.

Daddy: There’s a car waiting for them already, Dare. I emailed them the details earlier this week. We’ll have breakfast for you guys when you get here.

So he wasn’t asleep.

I was in the process of spitting my toothpaste out when Colt made it into the bathroom. He was still naked, his morning wood not quite full, but nowhere near soft, either. I wanted to sink to my knees right there and suck him off.

“No, buddy. We need to get showers and get ready for the day. Your brother is going to be here in about an hour and we’ll never be ready if you go down on me.”

His words said one thing, his dick said another, but I knew better than to argue. I could pout, though, so that was exactly what I did. “But Daddy, I want to taste you this morning.”

His dick filled all the way and I wanted it even more, but Daddy was far stronger-willed than I was and was able to ignore his dick in order to make sure I was clean. “Come here. Let me get that diaper off you so you can shower.”

I grumbled at my failed attempt at some morning fun but headed over to let him strip me. With the diaper gone, my own arousal was impossible to miss, but Daddy didn’t pay it any more attention than a little tap. He might have thought it was funny, but it made precum bead at my tip. His hand was gone as quickly as it landed on me. “Shower, buddy.” With a few taps of the panel outside the shower, the water turned on and the temperature adjusted automatically.

With the decision clearly made, I stepped into the shower and began washing off. Cum had definitely dried between my ass cheeks overnight and even being smooth-skinned it was uncomfortable to wash off. I didn’t remember much of Daddy cleaning me up, but I knew well enough that he had. There was no way he’d have diapered me and not cleaned me up.

As I reached for the shampoo, a hand stopped me. “Let Daddy help you out.”

There was a chance I’d whimpered at the contact. His voice was always like silk, but when he was ready to take care of me, it might as well have been a drug. I couldn’t describe the way his tone changed, but I instantly turned to putty in his hands. Colt was always Daddy to me; I rarely looked at him and saw just my husband. There was a difference between Daddy and Caretaker, though. Caretaker was even more authoritative and sexier than Daddy. Caretaker had the answer to everything, and right then, the answer was washing my hair for me.

Stepping back into his space, I waited patiently for him to get the shampoo on his hands and wash my hair. I’d just had a bath the night before, so I knew it wouldn’t take long to give my hair a quick scrub, but I couldn’t seem to shower without washing my hair and Daddy knew it.

His strong fingers worked at lathering my head, and he chuckled when I nearly purred at his ministrations. It was over all too soon, and he directed me into the spray of the water to rinse the suds out of my hair. Once he was certain my hair was free of any soap, a hand slid between my cheeks. “Did you clean up well enough?” Daddy whispered into my ear. The ghost of his breath paired with the feel of his hand grazing over my hole had my legs buckling and a gasp escaping my lips.

Daddy’s free hand wrapped quickly around me and supported my weight until my knees started to work again. I hadn’t even cum and was absolutely wrecked. He chuckled. “Well, I think my boy did a good job getting clean. Go get dried so we can get you dressed.”

It still took me a few seconds to get my feet working right, but I’d been dismissed and knew I wouldn’t be getting an orgasm before my brothers arrived. As I dried off, I tried to avoid touching my cock in hopes that it would start behaving. I’d only managed to get it to half-mast when Daddy was done in the shower. I knew my mistake as soon as he walked over to me. Daddy was not going to let me leave the bathroom without every part of my body being dry.

“Looks like you need some more practice drying yourself, buddy,” he told me as he took the towel from my hand and began to dry my dick and balls. He groped and rolled my sack, ensuring there was not a drop of moisture left anywhere below the belt. By the time he announced that I was dry, I was hard as a rock and my slit was far from being actually dry.

Daddy was calm and composed as he directed me toward the bedroom, instructing me to wait for him to get me dressed. There was no taming my cock at the moment, so I didn’t even bother. Instead, I focused on what Daddy would dress me in for the day. If it was just the two of us in the house, I’d probably end up in a diaper and having a little day. My brothers would be arriving throughout the morning, though, so I’d probably end up in something more grown-up. I was still debating when Daddy appeared in the bedroom wearing a pair of briefs.

“Thank you for following directions, and not touching your dick.”

I whimpered but managed a nod. “You’re welcome, Daddy.” It was a standing rule that my dick was off limits unless I was going pee or cleaning myself. Sometimes politeness got me what I wanted, and if there was any chance I’d get to cum, I was going to be the best boy.

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