Date: Fri, 4 Jan 2008 13:25:19 +0000 From: Andy Mitchell Subject: ST:Life Just Isn't Fair chapter 26 Feedback is more than welcome. I love to receive emails from anyone and everyone so please tell me what you think at andys_stories@hotmail.co.uk. I will respond to every email I receive, but please enter 'Life Just Isn't Fair' or simply 'Life' somewhere in the subject line so that I don't delete it thinking its spam. Any criticism is also welcome as I don't want to let the story get stale and always want fresh input. If any of you, the readers, have ideas or suggestions about a plot, however big or small, please let me know and I will look into it. Disclaimer. Not old enough to read this, sorry I'm not allowed to suggest you do anyway. Not allowed to read this where you leave, sorry I'm not allowed to suggest you do anyway. Don't like stories involving sex between males of various ages, I would suggest you leave. This story is all made up. This story is mine so please don't copy it elsewhere and take the credit. It has taken me a long time to get to this chapter. Previously in Life Just Isn't Fair. "The stuff about liking boys and stuff, well I can't really help on that one as I'm in the same situation. All I know is at your age, and maybe at mine, we're still too young to decide if that is how we are going to stay, gay or straight, or maybe both. All I can think of for me is that I'm going to have a bloody good time finding out which way I am." This time a naughty snigger escaped from Dan's mouth. "Maybe I could find out with you?" He said hopefully. Oh boy! I can't crush him on the spot as I'm trying to pick him up from his depression. All I could say was, we'll see. "Uncle Sam, I think will be leaving you alone from now on. I talked to him remember and he said that he would, especially as he has someone else willing to do that stuff now." He nodded, accepting this. "So are you all okay for now?" I asked him. "You missed one, Dan said, reminding me of the one problem I knew I couldn't help with. "Look kiddo, the bed wetting may be happening because of how you are feeling now. If we solve the other problems, this one may go away by itself," I said, using my best poker face. "And if it does happen again, so what! You get up, change pj's and your sheets, and go back to bed. The clothes are washable so there is no damage there is there?" "Guess not," he replied. He squirmed out of my hug and got up to leave. "Thanks Andy, I love you," he said with an expression that melted my heart. "I love you too Danny boy." Chapter Twenty Six. I slept a little uneasily that night, having nightmares of Danny being trapped at the bottom of a well, and me not being able to reach him. No matter what I did, I just couldn't get to him, and finally he died. I awoke a blubbering mess, yelling Danny's name. I looked at the clock and it showed it was still early, only half three. I turned over in disgust and pulled the duvet back over me. I fell back to sleep, hoping not to have a repeat of my nightmare. I awoke again to a knocking on the door and groggily peeked out over the duvet to see it was seven AM. Man I hate having to get up for school! I snuggled back down hoping to steal a few more minutes and was shocked to bump into a warm body next to me. I lifted the duvet up and saw a very naked Danny lying asleep. "Aw man!" I said to myself. "This is sooo wrong!" I couldn't help but gaze over his young, hairless body. Everything looked perfect to me, until I noticed the scars on his arms. The memory of my nightmare flashed through my brain as I silently promised myself I wouldn't let anything bad happen to my new little brother. After a few more moments of taking in the vision of beauty, I leaned in and gave him a peck on the nose to wake him. Both his arms stretched above his head and his eyes fluttered open and as he looked at me, I saw a flash of concern on his face and he thrust his hands down underneath him. "What's wrong bro?" I asked, slightly confused as he wasn't trying to hide his nakedness. I saw a look of relief spread across his face. "I, um, had a bad dream last night, and, um, kinda wet my bed again," he said, stuttering the words out not making eye contact with me. I lifted his face upto me with a soft hand under his chin and kissed him gently on the lips. "So what?" I said. "I told you yesterday it didn't matter." "I know," he replied. "I stripped off my pjs and came looking for you to help me change my bed, but you were moaning in your sleep so I snuggled upto you to calm you down and I guess I fell asleep." "Thanks bud," I said, hugging him to me. "You know what though," he asked looking very pleased with himself. "I normally piss a couple of times when I do it, but I didn't wet your bed!" I tightened my hug telling him how proud I was of him. "Come on, we've gotta get showered and dressed for breakfast or your Mom will have a cow!" I dragged him, butt naked, across the landing, bumping into Jan. She looked at us with raised eyebrows but didn't say anything. I made a mental note to explain to her that nothing had happened. I started the shower and when it was almost comfortable, chucked a giggling and now wide awake Danny under the water. I stripped off and joined him, grabbing the soap and did a very thorough job of washing him. HEY!!! Leave me alone, I'm a perpetually horny 13 year old and had the opportunity to caress a naked boy with no comeback at all. I finally finished washing him, spending some time washing his hair, before allowing him to wash me. Man, it was all I could do to stop myself from shooting when he washed my now very awake cock. He did spend a little more time than was strictly necessary on my cock, but then again, so did I when I was washing him! We dried off and I sent him packing back to his room to get dressed and got ready myself. I made it downstairs before either of my two new brothers and grabbed a glass of juice, before sitting down at the table. "Um, Jan," I started. "I never did anything with Danny, he came into bed last night without me knowing and was there when I woke up." Jan smiled back at me, "I told you yesterday that I wouldn't have a problem if you and Danny did anything as long as you don't hurt him, so don't worry about it." I tried to repeat my claim, but she shushed me as Oli came wandering in, chucking his school bag on the floor next to his chair. "I HATE SCHOOL!" he shouted at his Mom. Danny sniggered as he followed his brother into the kitchen. "It's 3rd year cross country today and it's pissing it down like a racehorse that can't find it's stall!" Danny informed us. He was immediately hit in the face by a wet dishcloth and instructions to wash out his dirty mouth. "It's just what Unca Sam says," he grumbled, as he picked up a slice of toast. He was wise enough to not let his Mom hear his reply. Breakfast was kept fairly quiet after that, Danny sulking about the extra face wash he had endured, and Oli still smarting about his run in the rain that was awaiting him. We arrived at school shortly after, Jan again dropping us off in the car. We walked into the playground, and Oli immediately joined Jimmy and his other friends. Zack and the guys waved me over, and noticing Danny looking a little lost, I grabbed him and pulled him over in their direction. "Wassup guys?" I said, as way of greeting. "Well I whupped Zack's butt last night on Call of Duty 4, but then he's always been a wuss at shoot'em games!" Kenny laughed, receiving a light punch from Zack. "How'd it go when you got home?" Zack asked, looking at Danny. "It was cool," I replied. "I spoke with his uncle as well and if Freddie tries anything again, he'll be wearing concrete shoes in the Thames." God that sounded so 1970's gangster movie! This caused all five of us to burst out laughing as we headed into the main corridor. I said my goodbyes to Danny and we headed into our home room. Mrs Hamill was already taking the register as we slumped down into our seats at the back, talking quietly about what the day would hold. We made it through the notices without any problem and were left with a few minutes before first period with nothing to do but talk. "Hey Andy," I heard a girl's voice say. I looked up and saw it belonged to a girl called Jessica, who was one of the year's hotties. You know the type, long blonde hair, pretty face, nice body, and some boobs to take out your eye if you weren't looking where you were going. "I heard you took down Freddie yesterday," she continued, immediately silencing most of the class. I flushed at the attention of everyone. "Um, that's not quite what happened." I mumbled out. Jessica came up and sat on my desk. "So tell me about it, hero," she said. I could see Zack, Kenny and Gazza looking slightly in awe that Jessica had approached us. "Um, I just told him to leave Danny alone, really," I stuttered out. She leaned in and stroked the left side of my face with her hand. "I think it was so brave of you to stand up for your foster brother," she said, leaning in even further. She pecked me on the cheek and when she had pulled back and left, I found a folded piece of paper in my hand. I opened it up, dreading what it would be, and sure enough it was a phone number and the words `Call me' underneath it. Talk about being way off the mark here. I looked back at the guys and saw them grinning at me. "Man, Jessica Harvey is THE hottest girl in our year and you've bagged her mate!" Gazza congratulated me. "I can't believe it!" Kenny started. "You've been here one day and have got more action of her than I have and I've lived on her street my whole life!" Zack sat there studying me, not saying anything, and fortunately the bell rang for first period, ending my uncomfortableness at the conversation from the other two. We walked to maths, splitting our separate ways, Kenny and Gazza off to set two, Zack and me into set three. Mr Hancock, the teacher, hadn't turned up yet, so everyone was talking. Well, everyone except Zack and me. "So you gonna call her?" he asked quietly. I shrugged my shoulders, before realising that I was probably outing myself here. I wasn't ready for that yet. "Do you think I should?" I asked him back. "I'm new here, I've already made an enemy in Freddie, and if it gets round I'm trying to play it up, he'll come after me." Zack looked at me again, though this time he held my gaze and looked deep into my eyes. Man, I could feel myself falling into those hazel eyes, but snapped myself out of it when Mr Hancock shut the door. "We'll talk later ok," I said, trying to end the topic for now. I sat very nervous throughout math, before heading to English and a double social studies lesson. I was walking to the canteen when I felt a hand grab my shoulder. I spun round, dropping my bag, bringing my arms up ready to defend myself, and I saw Freddie and a half dozen of his lackeys. They pulled me into a locker room and shut the door. End of chapter. Man, what a place to finish! I'm gonna kill that dumb author who gave me the ideas of leaving the chapters with a cliffhanger! Has Andy outed himself at school already? If he has, will Zack and the guys still like him? How's Danny's day gone? How does Santa get his fat arse down all them chimneys?