Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2022 10:59:37 +0000
From: Digby Brone
Subject: Digby and Aaron Chapter 1

I've been reading stories on Nifty for a while now, and I've always
wanted to submit one - so, here we are! One of my most guilty pleasures
(of many) has been exploring gay incest, specifically father-son incest
as I find it extremely interesting. I hope you enjoy this demented,
romantic story of a son admitting his love for his father.

NOTE: The sex scene starts in Chapter 3. If you want to skip to that,
please do (when it's uploaded) - otherwise, enjoy the full story of Digby
and Aaron!

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Aaron was sitting in the kitchen, his legs spread wide open, sipping on
the World's Worst Best Dad mug Digby bought him in primary school. His
eyes pierced through the walls as thoughts burned their way through his
mind like wildfire.

After what happened only a few hours ago, Digby's chains had now finally
been broken. He was going to confess - his feelings, being bottled up
inside him and boiling for years, had finally melted his shell and forced
him to come clean. Shaking from both fear and anticipation to end it all,
Digby approached his father.

Aaron had already noticed his presence, lifting his head up from his
coffee and instantly pushing out a chair for Digby with his feet.

"Ay Dig. ...you alright, bud?"

Digby's heart launched up his chest and into his throat. He'd never
been nervous to talk to his father before - he was the only being on the
planet Digby could trust anymore. But what he was about to say could
destroy their relationship. Sink the ship. Flood the town. Burn every
memory they had built over the years with a single flame.

"...I'm sorry. Dad."

Aaron flinched, coffee spitting onto his shirt. He didn't react to the
spill.

"Dig, for fuck sake, don't be sorry. Yain't done nothin' wrong. The
shit in yer head isn't yer fault."

Aaron reached for his son's shoulder.

"But... how are ya feelin' now?"

"Dad, I..."

Digby was tempted. He was tempted to just go on and talk about the
psychotic break he just had - to whine about all the screaming and
knocking his head against the wall.

Fuck that.

He wasn't going to be a pussy. Not Digby. Not again.

"...there's something really fucking important I need to tell you,
Dad."

Aaron's eyes lit up upon hearing this. His tail flicked up and all his
attention went to his son.

...after a few seconds, Aaron realised he was expected to reply.

"What is it, Dig?"

Digby was trembling. The kitchen went from a soothing orange to a vomit
yellow - the whole room around him blurring and distorting as his beloved
father stared through him.

Hurry the fuck up Digby.

Don't be a pussy.

Do it. Now.

Fucking do it, you cunt.

"Dad... I..."

...

"Whoa, Dig - I'm here. Hold my hand. Breathe..."

Aaron noticed his son's head swinging from side to side, his hands
covering his face. Digby himself hadn't even noticed - it was just so
instinctive. It was like his mind was at war with his body. Digby
squeezed his father's hand.

"It's alright if you can't say it, Dig. You don't have to."

"It's - I... I'm just... scared. Of how you'll react. It's... I
don't want you to hate me, you're the only person I fucking care about
and -"

Aaron gripped his son's chin, forcing Digby to look into his eyes.

"I'm never going to hate you, Dig. You could fuckin' kill someone and
I'd help ya bury the fuckin' body. Nothin' ya say is gonna ch-"

A sound echoed from outside the house. The eery sound of a car horn,
seeping its way through the walls and ruining Digby's confession
completely.

Aaron snapped his head towards the sound, muttering a "fucking hell"
under his breath.

"It's your Aunt Lauren. She's supposed to be takin' us to - SHIT. I
forgot about Jeanette's fuckin' birthday."

...this was the first Digby had heard of it. Aaron got up from the chair,
quickly tending to his son.

"We'll continue this at Jeanette's. Right where we left it. Fuck -
I'm sorry Dig. But just - use this time to calm down and go over it and
shit. ...let's go."

And with that, the two of them left the house within the minute, Aaron
wearing a sweaty black shirt underneath a dirty flannel and Digby donning
the same shirt - the one Aaron accidentally bought a size too small.

-

The ride to Jeanette's was cold. Aunt Lauren's body temperature was
always totally out of whack, so being in a room with her required a
jacket in the summer and a tank top in the winter. As the houses flew by
through the window, Digby gazed at his father's neck in the passenger
seat, imagining Aaron's strong arms around his waist.

Upon arrival, Aaron helped Digby out of the car as usual, his arm around
his son's neck. Digby wished it was somewhere else.

As the pair walked up onto the porch, Aunt Lauren kept the fly screen
open for them, smiling warmly at her brother and nephew.

"Coming in, you guys?"

Aaron held his hand up submissively.

"Thanks uh, Dig an' I gonna have a lil' chat before we head in."

"Yeah yeah, no problem."

Aaron carefully waited like a snake for the door to click closed before
turning to his son. His eyes were dilated and inviting.

"Alright. Just say hi to everyone real quick, then we'll have a talk.
Unless ya wanna to talk out `ere?"

What he was about to confess was fucking huge - not something he could
just blurt out behind the door of his Aunty Jeanette's house in the
freezing cold. But Aaron's sense of urgency was comforting. It made
Digby feel... horribly obsessive with the big lug.

"...nah, we can... talk after if you want. ...plus I'm kinda cold."

With that, Aaron rushed him inside, closed the door behind him and gave
his son his stale flannel. Digby blushed.

"Dad... I... why are you putting so much... effort into this? You're
being like... really, really nice. You don't have to -"

"Oi. You're my son. Ain't nothin' gonna stop me from treatin' you
like one."

...as the two walked into the kitchen, Aaron kept his arm around his son.
While it was too true that he loved Dig, his almost overwhelming care
came from a place not only of love, but of fear. After Digby's
breakdown, the thought of his son losing his inner battles and being
taken away by his demons swarmed in his mind like the flames of a
bonfire. He would stop at nothing to keep his son from them.

"Ah, Digby! Aaron! You two are pretty early - come here, give me a hug
-"

Aunt Jeanette spread her arms wide open, jumping out of her chair like a
jack-in-the-box and squeezing the boys in a tight hug, sandwiching them
together. Digby enjoyed this very much. As soon as she let go, Aaron's
detachment from his son felt like an organ being ripped out of Digby's
body.

"How are you two doing, my lovelies?"

Aaron was the first to answer.

"Seen better days, seen worse, Jen. Goin' through the motions, aren't
we Dig?"

It was obvious to Digby that his father was just trying to put on a front
- they'd already discussed it and Digby didn't want the rest of the
family - or any of the family at all - to know about his psychotic break.
They were worried enough as it is. He felt if any more weight was added -
if a single extra crack were to slither through that glass - they'd
break. Almost like Aaron.

Almost.

The next half hour consisted of the usual family banter. While it was a
little refreshing for Digby and a soothing, bubbly distraction for the
poor boy, his mind would go back into those warped places of thick red
goop and broken shards of metal. While he never hallucinated exactly, the
innards of his brain would come up with all sorts of pain and suffering
for the male to endure. The longer his careful relatives tried to engage
him in meaningful conversation, the more his mind and body resorted to
auto-pilot.

After stuffing his face with as much lollies as he could, Digby sat in
his chair, longing for his father. Aaron was always in sight -
occasionally he'd glimpse at Digby, checking on him like a lifeguard,
before going back to whatever obligatory exchange he'd been invited
into.

Aunt Jeanette noticed this.

"Hey hun... everything alright with you and your Dad?"

Her hand reached over to her nephew's, his hand retreating for a split
second before slowly making its way underneath her's.

"Nono, we're really good... everything's okay. Why... why do you
ask?"

She... smiled? Frowned? That sort of worried smile that says "I'm being
sentimental to show I care but being serious at the same time".

"Because you keep looking over at him. Remember, you can always tell me
anything. Same goes for your poor father here. ...he really tries, Dig."

"...I know."

Just as Digby was about to take another glance at his father, two warm,
familiar hands settled on his shoulders. He immediately got lost in them.

"Ay, uh - mind if I steal Dig for a sec? Big guy wants to tell me
somethin', I think."

Aunt Jeanette waves her hand submissively with a smile before nodding her
head towards a bowl of tiny toffees. Aaron's favourite.

"Take him - he's too sweet for a bitch like me." She snickered. It
wasn't often that Aunt Jeanette let a cuss word loose.

Aaron took two slow steps away from the table before quickly stretching
over to grab a toffee, popping it in his mouth like a fucking pill before
leading Digby to another room like nothing happened.

(Disclaimer: Aaron does not take medication)

(Disclaimer II: Digby does not take medication either)

(Disclaimer III: This is not a jab at you if you, the reader, happen to
be taking medication)

-

Aaron had chosen the spare room (of course) - a simple, cosy bedroom with
navy walls and a spotless side desk that once belonged to one of his
nephews. He could feel his son shaking as he sat him down on the bed.

Aaron opened his mouth before freezing and walking backwards to shut the
door. After double checking, Aaron sat back down on the mattress next to
his son.

"...alrighty. Ya ready to tell yer old man?"

Digby's fingers twitched. His insomniac eyes were locked onto the
ground, that feeling of dread and vomit rising up his throat and keeping
him from opening his mouth. Aaron realises this again and holds him
closer. Digby's forehead touches his father's iron chest as he holds
him, lying both fearfully and longingly in his arms.

Aaron wasn't always a huge fan of being physical with his son -
"touchy-feely", he'd call it - but after discovering all the shit
Digby had to deal with alone, he put it past him and simply went all out
for his son. Any form of affection, any way to make his son feel like he
was loved - Aaron could deal with, even if it felt a little... girly.

Strangely, Digby sighed and moved out of his father's arms. He
straightened himself out, staring at the ceiling this time with a
defeated look in his eyes.

Finally, he replied.

"...I've... I know what I'm about to say might ruin our relationship.
I don't want... I don't want anything to happen to us - but I can't
hold it in any longer. It's so fucking hard going through each day
knowing how I feel but bottling the shit up..."

Aaron wanted to move closer. He decided not to.

"...I'm... I'm not gonna say `promise not to hate me' or some shit
like that - if you... don't feel comfortable around me anymore, I get
it. I want to know. But..."

Aaron didn't understand. All of it seemed to be leading up to...
something he'd already came out with. Digby told his father he was gay
months and months ago - why would he be saying it again? ...is his son
transitioning? Has he got a boyfriend? Did he kill someone? A million
thoughts ricocheted through his head as he sat there waiting for his son
to confess.

"...Dad. I..."

Digby's determined persona began to droop, his shoulders sagging and his
chin dropping just as fast. Aaron turned his son's chin towards him,
terror thunder-storming in Digby's eyes.

"Tell me Dig."

Digby noticed the slightly dominant tone his voice - as if he just
couldn't take the wait and needed to know his son's pain. Digby
breathes in. Then out.

...

"I'm in love with you."

-

Aaron didn't move. His gaze had left his son, staring into nothingness
as he tried to process what was said.

"...what do you mean? Like... love love?"

"...yes."

Again, he stayed clear from seeing his son - his hand slid to the side of
his face as if they were pressing into his brain. He stood up, heading to
the door. He leaned next to it, tempted to escape the situation.

"...so, you love me... like you'd wanna... be with me. Not father son
love." he asks, finally looking into his son's eyes.

Digby felt destroyed. Although he knew it wouldn't be reciprocated, the
rejection still crushed him.

"...yes. It's been this way for years. ...I'm sorry."

Aaron clutched the door knob, halfway through walking out the door -
before remembering that it's his son, the only individual on the planet
he cares about, sitting on that bed.

"...stay here. Don't leave. I'm not upset, just... gimme a minute."

Even after this, he wouldn't let himself leave his son so distraught.
His brain had already ran out the door - his body was still in the
doorway.

"I'm not leaving, I'm coming back. Stay here, Dig."

With that, he slowly, gently shut the door behind him.

-

Exactly five minutes passed before the door opened. The quiet squeak of
the door didn't seem to have an effect on Digby as he lied in a ball on
the bed facing away from his father. Two small, wet blotches were evident
on his pillow.

Digby never cried.

"...Dig?"

Nothing. No reaction at all. Again, completely unlike the boy. Aaron
cautiously walked over towards his son, navigating around the bed and
finding Digby staring at the blinds with the emptiest glare he'd ever
seen. It was like he was staring at a corpse.

"Dig... I..."

Even his voice did nothing. He wouldn't even look at his father whom he
loved.

"...I'm not mad. I'm not upset. I'm just... I didn't expect that. At
all."

Finally, he turned his face towards his father. Just one look at the man
demolished the apathetic look on his face and replaced it with pure, raw
shame and guilt.

"I'm... so ya like yer old man. No, that ain't normal by any means.
But..."

Aaron sighed.

"...ya know, I guess... I guess it's kinda flattering. No one's been
into me like that since... since ya fuckin' mum, that's how long. But
we can figure somethin' out, Dig."

Digby rose from the bed. Figure something out?

"What... what do you mean?"

"I mean - maybe... maybe I'm smotherin' ya too much. Maybe you just...
need a boyfriend, Dig. Nothin' wrong with that. It's -"

He could see the heartbreak in his son's face. Earlier it looked like he
couldn't be any broken - now his face looked like fucking ass. Dead as
shit, like nothing could revive him. Aaron quickly backtracked.

"I mean - well... I... you can't... you can't date me, Dig. I'm your
father. We're always gonna be together - just..."

Again, Aaron fucking dropped him like a ceramic pot being thrown off a
fucking aeroplane. What the fuck was he supposed to say? Yes Digby,
let's kiss and get married, father and fucking son?

"I... look Dig, ya know I love you. If ya love me in a different way,
that's okay - I'm not leavin' my son. Even when I walked outta the
room, I wasn't mad - I just had to... process it. And I've processed
it. I still and will always love you."

Despite how sweet and heartfelt the hunk's words were, Digby still felt
broken. He felt fucking selfish - his father had just learnt that his own
son was in love with him, and within five minutes accepts it - but he was
still heartbroken. Of course, he didn't expect reciprocation - but
without it, Digby was ready to fucking leave. Ready to leave this world.
The pain was too, too much. There was nothing he wanted anymore. No
reason to keep on living. Aaron would be better off without his
brain-fucked son.

"...but you don't... you don't love me like I love you. I'm so fucked
in the head, I - I can't stop thinking about you, Dad..."

Digby's hands covered his face in shame as he spoke. After a few seconds
of silence, he released them before looking into his father's eyes.

All he could see was rejection. It was like all other aspects of Aaron
had simply disappeared. Never had his own father made him feel like he
was going to vomit - up until that point. His hands reached his face
again as he sprung up and sped across the room, heading for the door.
Aaron jolted up as well, scared for his son.

"Di-Digby, what are you -"

He was gone. Out the door. Aaron flew to the door and carefully opened it
in case Digby was on the other side - which he wasn't. The front door on
his side clicked shut, signalling to him where Digby was going. Aaron ran
out the door as fast as he could to see his son standing on the side of
the road like a drunk under the night sky.

"Digby, what the fuck are ya doin, son?! I'm not mad - we can sort this
out!"

Digby turned around to face his father metres away - for the first time
in years, he was bawling his eyes out. Tears relentlessly streamed down
his cheeks like waterfalls and he overall looked like a complete wreck.
He barely resembled Aaron's son anymore.

Digby didn't answer. He did as he was told and took two uncoordinated
steps back before vomiting on the sidewalk. He started to laugh
hysterically, causing Aaron's insides to twist and constrict. At this
moment, he almost thought his son was too far gone.

Aaron ran up to his son, ready to hold him - but was too late. Digby
cried and laughed, laughed and cried - then slammed his head into next
door's brick wall. He fell to the ground, limp, like a plastic doll.

(Continued in Chapter 2)