the miss adventers of cody's nuts. chapter one. part one: family issue's. dad's

my name is john. I am 38: i live in a nice house with my two suns: cody, 18 and jordan: 12.
I had a shit job.
It was a friday night and i had just walked in after an especially shitty day and all i wanted was piece and a drink.

"Fuck off bro!"
I growled in frustrated anoyence, i seriously wasn't in the mood for teenage drarmma tonight.
”don't talk to me like: oooo!" cody's voice su.enly broke off replaced by a highpitch shriek. I smiled: seams like the little bro had him by the balls.
I thought about just leaving my oldest son to his bro's brotherly anger: but then i thought: "What if jordan castrates him?" He was still so young compaired to any of the ballbusters i'd come across or become friends with. There was a particular way to crush nuts and a particular way to pop balls. i sighd and turned towards the stairs.

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I grabbed my brother's arm jordan as he tryed to walk passed me.
"Have you done your homework?" i demanded: "You know dad doesn't allow any snacks or tv untill..."
"Fuck off bro!" Jordan yelled punching my arms in a useless attempt to get free.
"Don't talk to me like: oooo!!" jordan swund his heel up between my legs like he had seen on tv. I shrieked like a little bitch and made the same silly sounds all guys make when hit in the happy sack. I released jordan and crumpled to the ground. "M Y Y balls!" i whaled.