Hogg adjusted his leg and, thrusting up into my mouth, shot. But he didn’t even stop his story while I tongued around the briny mouthful. “Had my hand in my pocket through the hole, workin’ somethin’ furious. Now my kid brother, Piper, he was something like this cocksucker here. I mean he’d get after my cock every chance he got. And Bo’s. And Daddy’s too, when the old man’d let him. Mary Ellen and Sweet Jo both used to make him eat out their pussies, but I just don’t think it was his natural taste, you know? But he’d do it—usually the old man would try to bust Piper’s head open if he found him workin’ on any of us—bust him harder for the girls than for the boys, which maybe swung him in our direction—but we sort of liked it, Mary Ellen, Bo, and me especially. So Piper’d just sneak around until he’d find some other place where we could get him off to. Maybe Piper give me my taste for gettin’ it sucked on—he sure got us pretty well broke in. That night he saw me playin’ with myself in my pants: well, Piper couldn’t let that go by. He got me back in the corner, we got down on the floor together, he got his face between my legs and just went to town—got me three times without even takin’ it out his mouth. I just curled up in the corner and went to sleep, finally, with his face wedged in there, waitin’ for the next show. I woke up, I remember, because Daddy, in just his old t-shirt (I don’t think I never seen him take it off; it was about as gray as Friday night’s coffee on Monday morning. What finally got it was that the hole under the left arm got so big there was more hole than shirt and it just fell off. So next week he got another one and wore that into next winter and right through spring), was rollin’ around in bed with both Emily and Sweet Jo by now, but he got up to piss. There was a beer bottle he’d opened and then forgot on the side of the sink, so he picked it up and started pourin’ warm beer into his craw and at the same time loosed his water. Only he missed the sink and got it all over his foot, so he was steppin’ around tryin’ to hit the tin and wouldn’t put the beer down for nothin’ ’cause that was the way Daddy was. Piper, he seen that and he scooted over, got Dad’s old pecker, still spurtin’, and pushed it down into his face and began to work on it. Well, it must have felt pretty good to Daddy, ’cause he let him suck on it and suck some more well after he’d finished his damn beer. In about two minutes, I heard Daddy grunt. After he come I figured he might bust Piper in the jaw. But he just patted Piper’s head, pulled out, and staggered back to bed. And Piper come back over to me, a little grinnin’ cross-eyed motherfucker, with spunk still runnin’ out the corner of his mouth. He didn’t like to swallow real quick, but sort of keep it around and savor it for the taste. Pretty soon Daddy was humpin’ and puffin’ and gruntin’ in Betsy again. Sweet Jo was snoring—she always did when she slept on her back, even when she was ten or eleven. And Piper, he just slipped his face back around my peter like he was goin’ home.”