Warning: This story contains adult language, graphic violence, sexual
harassment, attempted rape, and sexually explicit themes. Reader's
discretion is advised.
Rating - R.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Brett, Brynn, Cocoa, Braden, Meade, Madeline, Brent, Maddock, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine. Sweets, Morning Dew, Meow, Sprite, and children of said characters own themselves.
Chapter One: Cowboys and Angels
It was a joyful day at the Kelly residence. Brett slaved over a hot stove cooking breakfast for her growing, young children and darling husband. Her children were patiently waiting at the table, but not without engaging in a little mischievous behavior.
Meade, the eldest, was the spitting image of his father. His hair was dark blonde, like Jack's, and he had his father's build. Madeline, the middle child and sole daughter, looked like an Irish version of Brett. She inherited her medium brown locks from Jack's side of the family and had Brett's facial features. She possessed a dainty and pristine demeanor that told anyone that observed her conduct that she was going to be a handful for any young man whose path she crossed. Brent, the youngest, had curly hair, brown eyes, and the face of a Raphael angel. All bore rosy cheeks, Jack's complexion, and a well-mannered appearance. Jack and Brett were grateful to God that he bestowed upon them such beautiful and precious children.
While dining on a splendid breakfast, Meade turned to his father. "Daddy, why does it sometimes sound like you're hurting Mommy?"
Brett and Jack both exchange nervous glances at one another. Jack then turned to Meade, only to find all eyes were on him. In addition to Meade, Madeline and Brent looked at him intently. Gathering his thoughts together, Jack tried to explain to his kids, to the best of his ability, about the joys of sex.
"Well, uh, ya see, sometimes when I'm feeling a special way, I wanna share dat feeling with your mother. And, uh, whenever I wanna share dat feeling, uh, your mother and I, uh, we do things ta show dat I'm feeling special, and, uh......."
Brett found it the perfect opportunity to rescue Jack from his inarticulate way of explaining to their kids the art of sex. "Well, children, remember that other day in the park when we saw the two squirrels playing together and they were really close?"
"Yes." The kids all said in unison.
"And remember you all said that you never saw squirrels play like that before?" They then nodded their heads. "Remember when I said that it was a spring thing?"
"I do, Mommy." Said Madeline, raising her hand.
"Well, when two beings love each other, they do something to show one another that they care a great deal about each other. And it's the most beautiful, loving experience in the world. And that's what your father and I were doing. We were making love."
"Oh." Meade responded, not really understanding everything his mother was telling him. Jack caught his son trying to comprehend the sex lesson and comforted him. "Don't worry, son. When you're older you'll understand."
He just shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to eat. Jack signaled for Brett to come to him. Kneeling down towards his face, Jack kissed her softly on the lips.
"Thank you, sweetie."
"You're welcome, Jack."
Brett walked over to Brent who was having fun getting more oatmeal across his face than in his mouth. She tenderly wiped his face clean before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. She stayed home now ever since Jack was at the top of his game at the Manhattan Iron Works. And after having Meade she assumed the role of homemaker once she and Jack got married. They lived in a splendid brownstone. Jack purchased it two years after they married. Jack knew that they wanted a family of three children. So, he opted to buy a fairly large house to raise their family unit.
Brett was quite happy with her life with Jack. She and Jack both had numerous friends and acquaintances to associate with. Her dear friends, Cocoa and Brynn, were no longer living in New York, however. Cocoa was married and living in England with a handsome Englishman she met while attending the theatre. She had a young daughter and was quite happy in London. Brynn was living happily in Boston with an attractive Italian man she became acquainted with while running the boarding house. Ms. Barrett left the hostel in her will to Cocoa, Brynn, and Brett to run once she passed on. But since they all took different walks in life, they sold the small inn to a friendly, generous older man. The trio still kept in touch.
Jack was very appreciative to have such a wonderful and loving family. He longed for this type of life forever. Even as a child, he loved how his family life was until the shadow of death claimed his mother and a life of crime claimed his father's. Be that as it may, Jack felt complete.
~
The guys took their time hanging out at Bailly's, a bar in Brooklyn owned and operated by Sweets. Sweets had a lot of experience in the bartending industry due to hanging out with many of the tavern owners throughout Brooklyn. And being Spot Conlon's sister was an added incentive. She proved herself over and over in bars and eventually saved up enough money to open her own bar.
She was financially successful in her business endeavors and was quite pleased with the outcome. Blink would occasionally help out at the tavern on his days off. The two had several children to support, six to be exact.
The brood consisted of a set of twins, Gabriel and Taegan, both age 8, Anthony Nolan, age 7, Sierra Jade, the eldest daughter, 6, Mathew Hayden, 4, and Sarai Bianca, the youngest of the clan, 1 month old.
"Man, oh, man, fellas. Married life is great, but last week something kinda caught me off guard."
"Whatta ya mean, Jack?" Blink asked.
"Well, Meade asked me why it sounded like I was hurting Brett. He heard us having sex, ya see. And I didn't quite know how ta tell him, but it all worked out. Brett saved me from having ta explain everything."
"Yeah, I know what'cha mean, Jack. I remember when I was around 7 or 8 me and my cousin Vinny were talking about dat stuff. I told him dat my mudda said dat she and my fadda loved each udda so much dat they wished for a baby and da stork brought me. But then my cousin says ta me, 'But how does a stork know when your dad fucked your mom?'"
Everyone erupted in a hearty laugh at Race's revelation. "Yeah, dat was a cool conversation piece. But not as cool as the story of my uncle dying in bed with some young, sweet thing."
Blink's eyes widened. "Ya nevah told us dat one. What happened?"
"Well, my uncle died while screwing this pretty, little thing he was seeing for a couple of months. He was 57 and she was 18."
Everyone's eyes enlarged at the age difference. "Damn!" Blink exclaimed.
"Yeah, she was really tore up about da whole thing. I saw her years later and she still was upset. She said ta me, 'I'm sorry I killed your uncle.' I says ta her 'Listen, most men die in factory accidents, fires, shot by a bullet, being hit by oncoming horses, he died in your pussy. That's called recycling.'"
A wild burst of laughter came out of the guys as all were balling over with delight. Mush was so red in the face that he had to put his head down. Jack had to catch his breath as he tried to calm himself down. Blink splattered his drink, beer dripping from his lips and falling onto his pants, staining them.
"That's a classic! Almost as classic as when my two older kids came in an actually caught me and Sweets doing da do." Jack's eyes widened with shock as Mush's mouth dropped open.
"Yeah, I'm telling ya. Dere's no gentle way of explaining ta ya kids why mommy's ass was in the air with honey on it!" All balled over with laughter at Blink's disclosure of his sexual escapades with unexpected onlookers.
Blink looked over at his pretty wife as she blew a kiss over to him. He threw his hand up in the air as if he caught it and returned the gesture to her. She winked at him and proceeded to go into the back office. Blink licked his lips and turned to his friends.
"Uh, excuse me, fellas, while I go and freshen up a bit."
The guys nodded and continued to drink as he left them to follow Sweets in the back. After a couple of gulps, Racetrack looked around the place, scoping for females.
"Man, dis place is really jumping. Or is it just my imagination?"
"Well, you've had four beers, Race. Maybe ya should slow down a bit?" Jack said.
"Ah, no, Jacky-boy! I'm gonna keep on keepin' on!"
"Why are ya doing dis ta yourself, Race?" Mush asked.
"'Cause I'm not a quitter!" He exclaimed as he took another deep swig of his alcoholic beverage. Mush and Jack just shook their heads at him. The guys continued to converse as the bar filled up with more customers. Jack looked around and signaled to Race.
"Hey, ya better go in da back and tell those two lovebirds dat they have company, now."
"Sure, Jack." Race said, wiping his mouth with his arm. Race strolled to the back of the bar down a dark corridor and knocked on the first door on the right.
"Hey, ya got more customers, Sweets! Better hop to it!"
He received no response until he heard the sounds of two people going at it like dogs in heat. Racetrack smiled to himself as he heard the moans and sounds of Blink and his wife.
He then turned around to reconvene with his friends who were waiting patiently for him. Jack stood up and stretched to replenish the circulation of blood throughout his body as Mush sneezed, the onset of a cold coming upon him.
"So, where are Sweets and Blink?" Mush asked.
"They're busy!" Racetrack said, with a wink.
The guys left as the patrons came swarming in. They all had to make it back to Manhattan to go to their families. Racetrack, the only single guy in the group, was going to head to another bar in town, and possibly pick up a woman for nighttime delights. He would rather pay for it than take care of himself in that capacity.
The three casually walked across the Brooklyn Bridge talking about their plans for the weekend. Mush was going to spend some quality time with his wife and kids. Jack said he would do the same. Jack liked watching his sons take turns riding on his back while sporting his cowboy hat. The same one he wore when he worked as a newsie back in the day. Brent always liked to wear the red bandana around his neck. He enjoyed the piggyback rides as any kid his age would.
At night, Jack would tuck the boys in bed and read a story from one of the Western Jim comic books that he purchased. He enjoyed reading such stories to them. He felt like he was living his childhood through them; the childhood he never really had. He wanted to give his sons and daughter the life he had been deprived of.
Once he finished reading to his sons, he prayed with them and bid them a good night. He turned off the light, looking at his sons with love in his sincere eyes. He then marched over to Madeline's room where he found his wife and daughter on their knees.
"God bless Mommy, Daddy, Meade, Brent, Uncle Racetrack, Uncle Mush, Uncle Blink, Uncle Spot, Uncle Maddock, Aunt Cocoa, Aunt Brynn, Aunt Sweets, Aunt Sprite, Aunt Sweets, Aunt Dew, Aunt Meow, and anyone else I forgot. Amen."
Madeline then turned to her mother and gave her a good night kiss. As she jumped into bed, Jack walked over to her and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. He stroked her hair lightly as she closed her eyes. He walked towards the door, never looking away from the body of his young daughter.
He then leisurely paced into the master bedroom as he watched Brett get undressed before him. He walked over to her, lacing his arms around her waist and kissing the top of her head.
"Than you."
"For what?"
"For giving me three beautiful children."
Brett just simply smiled to him. "You're very welcome, Jack."
After they got dressed in their bedtime attire, they got into bed and snuggled. As Brett laid her head on Jack's chest, Jack let his mind wander. He loved how his life was going and couldn't have asked for a better one. He had a beautiful and loving wife and equally beautiful and loving children. He was very grateful that the woman he loved gave birth to three perfect children - his two cowboys and an angel.
Disclaimer: I do not own Newsies or any of the Newsies characters. Brett, Brynn, Cocoa, Braden, Meade, Madeline, Brent, Maddock, and other miscellaneous characters are all mine. Sweets, Morning Dew, Meow, Sprite, and children of said characters own themselves.
Chapter One: Cowboys and Angels
It was a joyful day at the Kelly residence. Brett slaved over a hot stove cooking breakfast for her growing, young children and darling husband. Her children were patiently waiting at the table, but not without engaging in a little mischievous behavior.
Meade, the eldest, was the spitting image of his father. His hair was dark blonde, like Jack's, and he had his father's build. Madeline, the middle child and sole daughter, looked like an Irish version of Brett. She inherited her medium brown locks from Jack's side of the family and had Brett's facial features. She possessed a dainty and pristine demeanor that told anyone that observed her conduct that she was going to be a handful for any young man whose path she crossed. Brent, the youngest, had curly hair, brown eyes, and the face of a Raphael angel. All bore rosy cheeks, Jack's complexion, and a well-mannered appearance. Jack and Brett were grateful to God that he bestowed upon them such beautiful and precious children.
While dining on a splendid breakfast, Meade turned to his father. "Daddy, why does it sometimes sound like you're hurting Mommy?"
Brett and Jack both exchange nervous glances at one another. Jack then turned to Meade, only to find all eyes were on him. In addition to Meade, Madeline and Brent looked at him intently. Gathering his thoughts together, Jack tried to explain to his kids, to the best of his ability, about the joys of sex.
"Well, uh, ya see, sometimes when I'm feeling a special way, I wanna share dat feeling with your mother. And, uh, whenever I wanna share dat feeling, uh, your mother and I, uh, we do things ta show dat I'm feeling special, and, uh......."
Brett found it the perfect opportunity to rescue Jack from his inarticulate way of explaining to their kids the art of sex. "Well, children, remember that other day in the park when we saw the two squirrels playing together and they were really close?"
"Yes." The kids all said in unison.
"And remember you all said that you never saw squirrels play like that before?" They then nodded their heads. "Remember when I said that it was a spring thing?"
"I do, Mommy." Said Madeline, raising her hand.
"Well, when two beings love each other, they do something to show one another that they care a great deal about each other. And it's the most beautiful, loving experience in the world. And that's what your father and I were doing. We were making love."
"Oh." Meade responded, not really understanding everything his mother was telling him. Jack caught his son trying to comprehend the sex lesson and comforted him. "Don't worry, son. When you're older you'll understand."
He just shrugged his shoulders and proceeded to eat. Jack signaled for Brett to come to him. Kneeling down towards his face, Jack kissed her softly on the lips.
"Thank you, sweetie."
"You're welcome, Jack."
Brett walked over to Brent who was having fun getting more oatmeal across his face than in his mouth. She tenderly wiped his face clean before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. She stayed home now ever since Jack was at the top of his game at the Manhattan Iron Works. And after having Meade she assumed the role of homemaker once she and Jack got married. They lived in a splendid brownstone. Jack purchased it two years after they married. Jack knew that they wanted a family of three children. So, he opted to buy a fairly large house to raise their family unit.
Brett was quite happy with her life with Jack. She and Jack both had numerous friends and acquaintances to associate with. Her dear friends, Cocoa and Brynn, were no longer living in New York, however. Cocoa was married and living in England with a handsome Englishman she met while attending the theatre. She had a young daughter and was quite happy in London. Brynn was living happily in Boston with an attractive Italian man she became acquainted with while running the boarding house. Ms. Barrett left the hostel in her will to Cocoa, Brynn, and Brett to run once she passed on. But since they all took different walks in life, they sold the small inn to a friendly, generous older man. The trio still kept in touch.
Jack was very appreciative to have such a wonderful and loving family. He longed for this type of life forever. Even as a child, he loved how his family life was until the shadow of death claimed his mother and a life of crime claimed his father's. Be that as it may, Jack felt complete.
~
The guys took their time hanging out at Bailly's, a bar in Brooklyn owned and operated by Sweets. Sweets had a lot of experience in the bartending industry due to hanging out with many of the tavern owners throughout Brooklyn. And being Spot Conlon's sister was an added incentive. She proved herself over and over in bars and eventually saved up enough money to open her own bar.
She was financially successful in her business endeavors and was quite pleased with the outcome. Blink would occasionally help out at the tavern on his days off. The two had several children to support, six to be exact.
The brood consisted of a set of twins, Gabriel and Taegan, both age 8, Anthony Nolan, age 7, Sierra Jade, the eldest daughter, 6, Mathew Hayden, 4, and Sarai Bianca, the youngest of the clan, 1 month old.
"Man, oh, man, fellas. Married life is great, but last week something kinda caught me off guard."
"Whatta ya mean, Jack?" Blink asked.
"Well, Meade asked me why it sounded like I was hurting Brett. He heard us having sex, ya see. And I didn't quite know how ta tell him, but it all worked out. Brett saved me from having ta explain everything."
"Yeah, I know what'cha mean, Jack. I remember when I was around 7 or 8 me and my cousin Vinny were talking about dat stuff. I told him dat my mudda said dat she and my fadda loved each udda so much dat they wished for a baby and da stork brought me. But then my cousin says ta me, 'But how does a stork know when your dad fucked your mom?'"
Everyone erupted in a hearty laugh at Race's revelation. "Yeah, dat was a cool conversation piece. But not as cool as the story of my uncle dying in bed with some young, sweet thing."
Blink's eyes widened. "Ya nevah told us dat one. What happened?"
"Well, my uncle died while screwing this pretty, little thing he was seeing for a couple of months. He was 57 and she was 18."
Everyone's eyes enlarged at the age difference. "Damn!" Blink exclaimed.
"Yeah, she was really tore up about da whole thing. I saw her years later and she still was upset. She said ta me, 'I'm sorry I killed your uncle.' I says ta her 'Listen, most men die in factory accidents, fires, shot by a bullet, being hit by oncoming horses, he died in your pussy. That's called recycling.'"
A wild burst of laughter came out of the guys as all were balling over with delight. Mush was so red in the face that he had to put his head down. Jack had to catch his breath as he tried to calm himself down. Blink splattered his drink, beer dripping from his lips and falling onto his pants, staining them.
"That's a classic! Almost as classic as when my two older kids came in an actually caught me and Sweets doing da do." Jack's eyes widened with shock as Mush's mouth dropped open.
"Yeah, I'm telling ya. Dere's no gentle way of explaining ta ya kids why mommy's ass was in the air with honey on it!" All balled over with laughter at Blink's disclosure of his sexual escapades with unexpected onlookers.
Blink looked over at his pretty wife as she blew a kiss over to him. He threw his hand up in the air as if he caught it and returned the gesture to her. She winked at him and proceeded to go into the back office. Blink licked his lips and turned to his friends.
"Uh, excuse me, fellas, while I go and freshen up a bit."
The guys nodded and continued to drink as he left them to follow Sweets in the back. After a couple of gulps, Racetrack looked around the place, scoping for females.
"Man, dis place is really jumping. Or is it just my imagination?"
"Well, you've had four beers, Race. Maybe ya should slow down a bit?" Jack said.
"Ah, no, Jacky-boy! I'm gonna keep on keepin' on!"
"Why are ya doing dis ta yourself, Race?" Mush asked.
"'Cause I'm not a quitter!" He exclaimed as he took another deep swig of his alcoholic beverage. Mush and Jack just shook their heads at him. The guys continued to converse as the bar filled up with more customers. Jack looked around and signaled to Race.
"Hey, ya better go in da back and tell those two lovebirds dat they have company, now."
"Sure, Jack." Race said, wiping his mouth with his arm. Race strolled to the back of the bar down a dark corridor and knocked on the first door on the right.
"Hey, ya got more customers, Sweets! Better hop to it!"
He received no response until he heard the sounds of two people going at it like dogs in heat. Racetrack smiled to himself as he heard the moans and sounds of Blink and his wife.
He then turned around to reconvene with his friends who were waiting patiently for him. Jack stood up and stretched to replenish the circulation of blood throughout his body as Mush sneezed, the onset of a cold coming upon him.
"So, where are Sweets and Blink?" Mush asked.
"They're busy!" Racetrack said, with a wink.
The guys left as the patrons came swarming in. They all had to make it back to Manhattan to go to their families. Racetrack, the only single guy in the group, was going to head to another bar in town, and possibly pick up a woman for nighttime delights. He would rather pay for it than take care of himself in that capacity.
The three casually walked across the Brooklyn Bridge talking about their plans for the weekend. Mush was going to spend some quality time with his wife and kids. Jack said he would do the same. Jack liked watching his sons take turns riding on his back while sporting his cowboy hat. The same one he wore when he worked as a newsie back in the day. Brent always liked to wear the red bandana around his neck. He enjoyed the piggyback rides as any kid his age would.
At night, Jack would tuck the boys in bed and read a story from one of the Western Jim comic books that he purchased. He enjoyed reading such stories to them. He felt like he was living his childhood through them; the childhood he never really had. He wanted to give his sons and daughter the life he had been deprived of.
Once he finished reading to his sons, he prayed with them and bid them a good night. He turned off the light, looking at his sons with love in his sincere eyes. He then marched over to Madeline's room where he found his wife and daughter on their knees.
"God bless Mommy, Daddy, Meade, Brent, Uncle Racetrack, Uncle Mush, Uncle Blink, Uncle Spot, Uncle Maddock, Aunt Cocoa, Aunt Brynn, Aunt Sweets, Aunt Sprite, Aunt Sweets, Aunt Dew, Aunt Meow, and anyone else I forgot. Amen."
Madeline then turned to her mother and gave her a good night kiss. As she jumped into bed, Jack walked over to her and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek. He stroked her hair lightly as she closed her eyes. He walked towards the door, never looking away from the body of his young daughter.
He then leisurely paced into the master bedroom as he watched Brett get undressed before him. He walked over to her, lacing his arms around her waist and kissing the top of her head.
"Than you."
"For what?"
"For giving me three beautiful children."
Brett just simply smiled to him. "You're very welcome, Jack."
After they got dressed in their bedtime attire, they got into bed and snuggled. As Brett laid her head on Jack's chest, Jack let his mind wander. He loved how his life was going and couldn't have asked for a better one. He had a beautiful and loving wife and equally beautiful and loving children. He was very grateful that the woman he loved gave birth to three perfect children - his two cowboys and an angel.