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Tyler

My alarm went off, jarring me from a restful sleep.

“Papa,” Tinsley whined from where she was pressed into my back. “Off.”

After I silenced my phone, I rolled over and pulled her into my body.

“Sleeeepin’,” she whined again. Elliot must have moved her back between us after my incredible orgasm.

“I know you’re sleeeeepin’, but I need some good luck kisses before I leave this morning,” I explained, mimicking her Little speech.

“Get them from Daddy,” she mumbled, trying to roll away from me.

Elliot barked out a laugh and propped his head on his hand.

“Oh, what a sassy baby we have this morning.”

“Tired baby!” Tinsley exclaimed, rolling over and putting her butt in the air with her knees under her. It was her signature sleepy Little girl move. I covered her back up and patted her bottom a few times before her face relaxed. Lifting her pacifier, I pressed it to her lips before she sucked it back into her mouth.

“You’re going to do great today,” Elliot whispered. “We both believe in you and you’re going to bring in so much support for the Holt family.”

“Thank you,” I said, “and I was thinking about it last night when we were at the fire pit. If I don’t want to tell them about my own injuries, I don’t have to. I can always direct the interview back to the Holt family. I don’t owe them anything.”

Elliot smiled and nodded in encouragement. “You’re absolutely right. You don’t have to share anything you do want to.”

I loved when Elliot encouraged me. His words covered my body like a warm blanket on a cold night and he was so genuine I couldn’t help but believe him.

“And I have you two waiting here for me when I get back. I can face any hard thing knowing what’s waiting on me once I make it through.”

***

“Thanks for tuning in to 103-the Scoop. Today we are meeting with Tyler Smith, our hometown veteran, who is helping our hometown hero, Parker Holt. Tyler, tell us at the Scoop about what you and Homes for Heroes will be doing for the Holt family,” the radio host, Kelly, said into her mic. She had been incredibly kind and helped put my worries at ease, especially when I explained some of my own hangups about the interview.

“Well, Homes for Heroes is a non-profit organization that helps people who were injured in combat receive the adaptations they need in their homes. People often don’t realize how much work needs to be done to make day to day living possible for them.”

“You’re right. I honestly had no clue the details that would go into everything until I was reading over the plans. Can you give us a rundown of what you will be doing for the Holts?”

“Just to name a few, we are planning wheelchair ramps for the front and back porch. Wider door frames, more accessible appliances, two bathroom remodels, and new hardwood floors throughout the home.”

“That is truly amazing. And all of this is at no cost to the family?”

“There is absolutely nothing the family will need to pay. Homes for Heroes will take care of everything, including placing the family in a hotel and giving them tickets to the local amusement park for the week.”

“And how is that possible? Who funds these things?”

“People just like you. Thousands of people donate to Homes for Heroes and every penny of the donations go to the veterans. Local companies have donated supplies for the Holts as well. The hardware store donated seven thousand dollars’ worth of materials for the remodel and Whitby Furniture donated all new furniture to the family. Generosity is what keeps Homes for Heroes running.”

“I love that! I’m so proud of Augusta right now. Now, let’s talk about you for a minute. We remember your own injuries when you were overseas. Do you care to share anything about your own time overseas?”

My heart dropped to my feet, but I reflected on Elliot’s words of encouragement. Taking a deep breath, I said, “I was injured overseas. I didn’t have an accessible house or friends with accessible housing, so recovering was doubly taxing because I didn’t know what I was going to do once I was released. My friends were amazing and stepped into help, but for a while it put me in a bad place mentally and I didn’t heal as quickly as I could have because I didn’t know what the future held.”

“And how did you hear about Homes for Heroes?”

“After my physical recovery, and a long while after my mental recovery, I started searching for organizations I could help with and I found Homes for Heroes. I’ve worked with them for several months and I love every story, but I will say the Holts’ might be my favorite because it was so close to my heart.”

“What a beautiful thing you and Homes for Heroes are doing. Ah! It makes me want to cry!” she said, dabbing her eyes with a tissue from her table.

“I hope everyone feels the same way. It would be nice to see some familiar faces during the BBQ this weekend.”

“Mine will be there for sure!” Kelly said. “What else can we do to support the Holts?”

“You can call the toll free number for Homes for Heroes and ask to make a donation for the Holt family, you can donate supplies, or your time. We have a lot of work to do and we could use some strong bodies to help us pull it off.”

“Well, I know I’m going to call and make a donation. Thank you, Tyler, for joining us today and for helping out our sweet friends, the Holts.”

***

Tinsley

I looked up from my coloring book when I heard the buzz of the hotel lock. Papa came through the door looking much better than he did last night. His shoulders were more relaxed and his face wasn’t so tight.

“Papa!” I set my things aside and scrambled off the bed to greet him.

“You did so good! Sooo proud!” I babbled, thankful to be back in Little space.

“Yeah? You think Papa did good?” he asked, picking me up. I breathed in the scent of him. It never ceased to amaze me that he and Daddy always smelled like home to me.

“Soooo good,” I confirmed, nodding my head and wrapping my legs around him.

“You did great, baby. We are both so proud of you,” Daddy said, coming from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Hubba, hubba,” Papa teased, wagging his eyebrows.

“You are a goof,” Daddy laughed, pulling off his towel and giving us a show.

I clapped and Papa bounced me in his arms.

“Tinsley, did you know Daddy gave Papa special kisses last night and you slept through it?” Daddy said.

“Tinsley missed it?” I said, crossing my arms and looking at Papa to confirm. How very sad. I loved watching them together.

Papa nodded. “You missed it all,” he said sadly.

Well that was just rude.

“Again!” I demanded.

“Oh, you want Daddy to give Papa special kisses again so you can watch this time?” Daddy asked, grinning wickedly.

I nodded. That was very much what I wanted.

“Well, Papa did do so good today and he probably does deserve a reward,” Daddy said, thinking it over.

“Brave,” I agreed.

“He was very brave,” Daddy said.

“So handsome,” I added.

“I agree. Papa is so handsome today. I think those may be my favorite jeans because they make his ass look fantastic.”

“Ass fantastic.” I nodded.

Papa and Daddy chuckled. “What do you think, Tinsley, should we reward Papa?” Daddy asked.

“Yas, huh.”

“I agree. Strip off, Tyler,” Daddy commanded.

Papa set me down, walked to the bed, and started taking his clothes off. My kitty was already tingling.

“Lay in the middle of the bed, baby,” Daddy said, guiding Tyler to where he needed him. They were laying vertically on the bed we all slept in.

I climbed on the extra bed and watched them. Papa’s cock was already hard and it made me smile.

“Knees open, baby,” Daddy said.

Papa opened his knees, giving me the best view of all of him.

Daddy pulled him to the end of the bed and knelt on the floor before pulling Tyler’s hips towards him. He wrapped his hand around Papa’s cock and stroked him from base to tip. Papa’s stomach muscles tightened in response. Dipping his head, Daddy sucked Papa’s tip into his mouth and rubbed the area under Papa’s balls. I couldn’t see what Daddy was doing with his mouth, but he must have felt good because Papa cried out in pleasure.

Daddy pulled off his cock with a ‘pop’ before putting two of his own fingers in his mouth. Sliding them back and forth, he pulled them out and pressed one to Papa’s asshole.

Holy shit.

Papa’s toes curled as Daddy breached his back hole.

“Mmhm, Elliot,” Papa cried when Daddy slipped his middle finger all the way inside him.

“Does it feel good, baby?” Daddy asked.

“So good,” Papa replied.

Daddy pushed a second finger inside and pumped his hand upward.

“Fuck!” Tyler yelled when Daddy sucked him back into his mouth.

Sliding off the bed, I walked around the room and climbed on the other bed with Papa. Using my fingers, I pulled at his nipples like he and Daddy did to me.

“Mmm,” Papa cried, thrusting upward. “Elliot, I’m going to…No!” he cried, when Daddy released his cock.

“Oh, baby. I don’t think I’m ready to let you come yet,” Daddy said, this time with a naughty glint in his eye. Uh-oh. Poor Papa.

“Tinsley, do you think Daddy should let Papa come right now? So soon into our exploration of his body?”

Ignoring Papa’s glare, I shook my head. “No, Daddy.”

“I don’t think so either. Papa was so good that Daddy thinks he deserves lots of pleasure.”

I nodded. “Alllla the pleasure, Daddy.”