Babysitting Frank 2

The characters in this story are all under 18, but because of the age difference and the nature of the interaction, it belongs in the adult/youth section. I suppose you should assume that it is completely fictitious, and in any case names would definitely be changed to protect the guilty.

Nifty does a really good job bringing us all these stories, and they would appreciate it a lot if you could throw a bit of change in their direction every now and then to show your appreciation.

No sex in this instalment I'm afraid – but I hope you'll enjoy it even so. You'll be compensated in part 3!

"No," Frank shook his head, "I mean did you fuck Sue last night and cum inside her?"

Mark's jaw dropped. "How do you know about those things," he asked incredulously. My heart skipped a beat.

"Oh, Marty explained it to me, and said he hoped I didn't get to be an Uncle," Frank said casually, "And he showed me all about sex and stuff – and I'm getting pubes and I can make spunk," he announced proudly, "Marty says it tastes delicious!"

My face drained of blood and my legs turned to jelly as Mark turned angrily toward me, his fists clenched and his face looking like thunder.

"You fucking stupid shit, Frankie," he shouted, "Don't you know how much trouble you could cause Marty with that talk?"

Mark walked menacingly toward Frank, who had turned white and was cowering back against the door. Frank was in danger!

My fear evaporated and I bent down low and rushed at Mark, hitting him hard in his stomach with my shoulder. His breath was forcefully expelled in a big, "Oof" and he fell backwards, hitting the desk in his bedroom with a huge clatter. He looked up at me rubbing an injured shoulder, "What the bloody heck are you doing, Martin?"

"It's not Franks fault, and I'm not gonna let you hit him," I shouted at Mark, "Frank's telling the truth, he's not making up stories about me!"

Mark was still angry, but he took a deep breath and spoke slowly and calmly. "Martin you know me far better than to think I would lay a finger on my little brother, and I never doubted for a second that he was telling the truth." He then looked at Frank, "But that does not change the fact that you could get Martin into deep shit. Good grief, Frankie, you've only just found out about sex, and you had absolutely no idea how I might react. I might have run out and told everyone that Marty is a fucking queer pervert, and there are plenty of people who would put him in hospital for less than that. Or I might have told Mum and Dad and they would call the police!"

"It's not Frank's fault," I insisted loudly, "Frank didn't know he had to keep it secret."

Mark looked at me incredulously, "You mean you didn't tell him to keep his gob shut, or about queer-bashers?"

"Shit Marty, if I'm trusting you with my little brother you sure as fuck had better start thinking a bit more."

"What's a `queer pervert' and `queer bashers'?" asked a bewildered-looking Frank.

"Look," said Mark, no longer angry, "Can we just forget the last few minutes? I suppose I over-reacted, but when you just came out with all that so casually, Frank, I was really frightened for Marty ... and you too!" Mark shook his head slowly, "Frankie, I think Marty told you and showed you all the good things about sex, and I suppose that's really all that's important for you and Marty, but you have to know about a few of the bad things as well, just so you don't do something that gets you or someone else hurt."

"I asked you if there was anything else I didn't know," Frank said to me accusingly.

"I know you did sweetheart," I answered, feeling ashamed, "But I honestly didn't think about any of the bad things."

"Look," said Mark, "I really didn't want to spoil things, I think we all want to remember last night as being special, so l don't wanna talk about bad things now. Frankie, just promise me that you won't say anything about you and Marty to anyone outside this room, and I'll teach you the bits that Marty forgot to tell you about later, OK?"

I looked at Mark incredulously. "Mark, you mean ... you said you trust me with Frank?"

"Of course I do, Marty," Mark said in a matter-of-fact way. "I've known you since primary school, so why shouldn't I?"

"Mark, you don't understand, I really did do ... um ... stuff with Frank last night."

"Yeah, I gathered," replied Mark sardonically, "You gave him a blowjob if I've understood correctly?"

Mark sat on the bed, grabbed hold of Frank and pulled him onto his lap. "Listen," he commanded, "I love Frankie and I will kill anyone who even thinks about hurting him. And it looks like you will as well, Marty," Mark ruefully rubbed his injured shoulder to indicate what he was referring to. "But you're not some perv looking to use Frank and hurt him, are you?"

I turned Mark's desk chair around and sat on it, facing Mark and Frank on the bed. "Well of course not!" I affirmed.

"You and Frankie have been in love with each other for months," Mark stated, "But of course Frankie didn't understand what he was feeling, so he didn't know what to do, and you, Marty, were too damn chicken to make a move – till last night of course. Heck it was so frustrating seeing you together and behaving so gormlessly, I was thinking of giving you some step-by-step instructions!"

I think my jaw was on the floor. Mark had used the "L" word! Not only that, but he had said, "with each other." I had of course heard about people falling in love, but had never considered that it was anything I was likely to do, given my distaste for girls. I certainly didn't think it was something that two boys could do.

"Love?" I questioned stupidly, "Why ... how do you know?" and then I got a sudden chilling thought, "Does Sue ...?"

"Relax," chuckled Mark, "No, you were not that obvious. I've known you a long time, Marty, and I've known Frankie ... well ... all his life. So I can see things that other people can't, I guess." Mark then took a deep breath. "Look, I think I have a confession to make."

"Well, I had some pretty strong feelings for Sue – still do of course," Mark said. "But I got pissed off with you, Marty." He held up his hand to stop me interrupting what he was about to say. "I wanted to be alone with Sue, and you kept getting in the way. Marty," he continued with a pained expression, "I felt so rotten. I knew it was wrong to treat you the way I was. We had been best friends and did everything together, and I was sort of abandoning you."

"You were upset, Marty, I knew it, and I felt so guilty for hurting you, but I just had to be with Sue. And it was worse because you were so damn nice about it. You remember you used to tell me that you couldn't come out because you had homework? Homework? Really? I knew you were stepping back to give me time with Sue, and all the time I was with her I had the guilts knowing you were sat at home on your own being miserable and – stupid as it was - I hated you for making me feel that way!"

This was a complete revelation to me. I now felt selfish. All that time I had been wallowing in self-pity, not thinking at all about what Mark wanted or how I was making him feel. "Mark, I really am sorry," I said.

"Stop it!" said Mark, "It was me who had changed, not you. Then one day I was gonna meet Sue and Mum told me she was going out an' I had to take Frankie along."

"I remember that!" Frank chipped in, "You and Mum had a big argument, and I cried `cos it seemed like it was my fault."

"Yeah, that was the time," confirmed Mark, "And that just made me more angry – I'm really sorry for being such a spastic, Frankie."

"Well," said Mark, "Here's the big confession. I remembered how you were always good with the little'uns, so I thought if I asked you to come with us, Marty, I could dump Frankie on you and still have some time alone with Sue."

I opened my eyes wide in surprise. "That was the time you phoned me up out of the blue and asked me if I wanted to come out, and I was really happy `cos we hadn't gone out in weeks!" I paused, "Well I have a confession to make, Mark. When you called, you sounded pissed off and I was really hoping that you and Sue had had an argument and split up!"

"Yeah," Mark said, "I noticed that when you met us in the park, you looked surprised and a bit upset when you saw I was with Sue."

"You remember I told you Sue had to get something from her house, and we rushed off and left you with Frankie?"

"Randy bastard," I chuckled. Abbot's wood was a well-known spot for `courting couples' because you could find a soft bit of ground to lie together out of sight amongst the dense trees.

"We must have been gone over an hour," Mark recalled, "I thought you'd be really pissed off about being left for so long. But when we returned you were happier than I'd seen you for months, and you carried on messing about with Frankie on the slides and things and practically ignored me!"

"Oh!" I exclaimed, "I hadn't realised I ignored you, sorry. But you were away closer to two hours. I remember looking at the time and being pleased you were taking so long!"

"It was a good thing you did ignore Sue and I. Because after we got home, Frankie couldn't stop talking about you, and I remember thinking how I used to talk about Sue all the time after I first met her till I realised nobody was interested. And when I remembered how you and Frankie pretty much ignored us after we got back, I realised that you and Frankie had behaved exactly how me and Sue had behaved when we first met – and it all made sense!"

I had had no idea that it had been so obvious to Mark – and I also had had no idea that Frank had felt that way about me.

"Anyway, I then had the perfect solution," Mark continued, "I could have private time with Sue without upsetting my best friend. All I had to do was bring Frankie along – sort of like a double date! Then I started looking out for all the other signs when we were all together. I saw how you and Frankie looked at each other – and I saw how much you two were touching each other when we went swimming that time!"

Frank had followed the conversation and was grinning. "So that's why you started letting me come out with you," he observed, "I knew you would never be that nice!"

Mark gave Frank a playful punch, "Anyway," he continued," I told Sue that mum made me take Frankie with me and you were being a really good mate by keeping him out of our hair. Don't worry, she has no idea else she would have said something to me."

"I know Frankie's happy – Mum even remarked on it and praised me up `cos she thinks it's because I'm taking more of an interest in him. And he's almost as old as we were when we started doing stuff with each other."

Frank gave a squeal of surprise, "You and Marty did stuff?" he asked incredulously.

Mark blushed deep red. "Umm ... I didn't mean to say that." He looked at me apologetically, "It just slipped out Marty, I'm sorry."

Frank and I both looked at Mark's embarrassed face, then we looked at each other and both burst out laughing. "Bastards," Mark said under his breath.

Frank suddenly hugged his brother and planted a kiss on his cheek. Then he wriggled off Mark's lap jumped up onto my lap, facing me and locked his mouth over my lips, hugging me tightly. I kissed him back, but our noses got in the way.

"Oi, you two," Mark exclaimed, "That's disgusting. And I really have to teach you two how to kiss!"

I realised that Mark had moved off the bed and had been watching our mouth action for some while. I lifted Frank off my lap, stood up and hugged Mark warmly. "Thanks," I said, simply.

There was a pressure on my groin as we hugged, and I realised with some surprise that Mark had a boner! That made me remember the reason Mark had originally brought me to his room. "So tell me what happened with you and Sue last night," I demanded.

Mark started to say something, but was interrupted by a call from his mother, "I'm just going to make tea," she called up, "Is Martin staying?"

I looked at my watch with a start. Where had the time gone? "Bloody heck," I exclaimed, "My mum's gonna kill me, I didn't even tell her I was staying out last night!"

"Nah," I decided, "I better get home and face the music – it's better face to face."

"OK," agreed Mark, "Do you wanna meet Sue and me at the café tonight? We will be there about seven".

"Frank will be there if you come," assured Mark, "If you both want to, that is?" We all just laughed, knowing that the question was completely rhetorical.

I knew my mum would be cross with me. She didn't mind me staying out all night at weekends, but wanted to be informed. I was cross with myself for not phoning her. I banged in the back door to find mum in the kitchen, and headed off some of her anger by making an immediate grovelling apology, explaining about the emergency babysitting job. I agreed that I had been thoughtless and irresponsible by not phoning, and agreed that she had had every right to worry about me. It was however far from the first time I had done such a thing, and I knew that she would not have been extremely worried. Thankfully she was not in a seriously bad mood, and I was once again forgiven. Sometimes I would be forbidden to leave the house for the rest of the weekend after such a mistake, but thankfully that was not suggested. I phoned Mark later to say I'd be at the café at seven, knowing he would pass the message on to Frank.

The café was run by two Greek gentlemen and was a popular hangout for teenagers. I guess it was the precursor to the arcades that would appear in later years. There were four pinball machines, and it boasted a full-size snooker table in a back room. I met up with Mark, Sue and Frank at the appointed time, and we sat at a table chatting. The atmosphere between the four of us seemed far better and more relaxed than it usually was, and for the first time we interacted as a group of four rather than two independent couples. I noticed however that Sue looked at me and then at Mark a few times looking slightly worried. After we had been together about 15 minutes, Mark nudged Frank and suggested a game of pinball. I could tell that Mark and Frank were interacting a lot better than they usually did, Mark was treating Frank more as an equal than a little kid and Frank was lapping it up. As Mark passed my chair, he said quietly, "I've had the chat with Frank that you should have had – it's all fine." I knew that even though Sue was sitting just across the table, the background noise from the café would make it impossible for her to have heard.

"Are you and Mark still OK?" asked Sue in a concerned voice as soon as we were by ourselves, "You look like you're still getting on OK – in fact better than usual," she finished, sounding a bit puzzled.

"C'mon," said Sue, "I know that there is no way that he would not have told you. And thanks for getting us those johnnies, Marty, I was really surprised that you'd do that."

I blushed. "I ... um ... Mark hasn't really said a lot." I finished lamely. Which of course was true.

"So you really don't mind that we have `done it' Marty?" Sue shocked me by asking, "'cos I don't want to upset you, you've been so good to both of us," she finished.

That's what gets me about girls. They say the most odd, incomprehensible things and expect you to know what they are talking about.

"Shit," I muttered under my breath. "Actually, Sue," I admitted apprehensively, "I'm afraid that it was me who told Frank – but he will keep his mouth shut I promise you."

Sue got a faraway expression and suddenly looked relieved. "Ahhh," she said, and nodded, smiling.

Frank and Mark returned to the table a bit later, and I immediately asked Frank if he would like another pinball game with me.

When we had finished our game and returned to the table, I saw that Mark was looking pleased about something.

"Marty," he said, "Sue and I were talking, and I want to ask you a really big favour."

"Well, Sue told me I mustn't ask because it really is asking you a lot, Marty," explained Mark, but I could see he was having trouble suppressing a smile. "Sue was asking me about you, Marty, and I told her that your mum and dad both work, like mine do."

"Well Sue and I would like some place to be – err – alone more, and we can't use Sue's house `cos her mum is home all day"

"Well, no, Mark, you can't really use my place because I'd hafta stay out ...," I protested.

"No, that's not what we were thinking," said Mark, "Sue and I could use my house while mum and dad are working, except that it wouldn't be fair on Frankie ..."

I suddenly realised where this was heading and why Mark was hiding a smile. "So you want me to look after Frank at my place so you and Sue can ... erm ... so you and Sue aren't disturbed?" I stated, barely hiding my excitement.

Sue broke in, "Look Marty, I told Mark that it would be completely unfair to expect you to give up your time, and I'm sorry I suggested it. Just forget the idea, OK?"

Frank suddenly gave a whoop of joy, then saw Mark glaring at him and quickly changed it into a cough.

I said, "Sue, what would really be unfair is if I were to deny you and Mark the pleasure of – err – being alone, and I think your suggestion is the only way you're gonna manage that, so yes, I'll do it." I concluded magnanimously."