Date: Fri, 22 Oct 2021 01:00:00 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 12 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 16, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 12 The next couple of days were tense and stressful for everyone in the Barton household. The boys avoided Rick except when absolutely necessary. Rick was annoyed at the silent treatment, especially from Billy, whom he figured would have had his corner, at least more so than the others. Rick talked to Brenda, who was still furious with Charlie. Once calmer, Rick could see why Charlie had reacted the way he did, though Rick thought that it was still rather melodramatic. He tried to get Brenda to see things from Charlie's point of view, but she wouldn't hear a word of it. As far as she was concerned, she did nothing wrong; in fact, according to her, she was trying to help his ungrateful ass. Rick decided to drop the topic for the moment. Justin and Charlie continued to send texts to each other late at night. Charlie had a lot of anxiety after Justin said he loved him. He didn't say it back, because he didn't know what Justin meant by it. Even though he liked Justin a lot, Charlie wasn't sure if Justin said it like Charlie would to his parents, or if Justin meant that he was in love with Charlie. The few times Justin had been at the house to see Billy, the 17-year-old never mentioned their texts or said it in person. Charlie hoped that he was over thinking things. By mid-week, tempers had simmered. Charlie still didn't trust his dad, since Rick was still seeing "the Bitch," as Charlie called her in his texts with Justin. He was happy that he hadn't seen her, but he did feel bad that his dad had to basically hide the relationship. Friday came early, around six in the morning. Rick and Billy were going on their father-son camping trip. Ry offered to watch Charlie for the weekend, but Brenda told Rick that she didn't think Ry was legally old enough or physically capable of watching such a young child on his own for that long. "I'm 16! How am I not old enough?" "Brenda thinks the law says only kids 17 and older can watch someone Charlie's age; plus, what if something happens to Charlie? She doesn't think you could handle an emergency, like if you had to carry or move him." "That's such bullshit," Charlie muttered a little too loud. "And you," Rick said, his temper getting the better of him, "watch your language, or you'll be grounded for the rest of the month." "Yes, Sir," Charlie grumbled. "Well, I agree with Charlie," Ry said defiantly. "It is bullshit, and why does she still have a say on what happens here after the shit she pulled?" "Enough," Rick ordered. "I've had it with you guys and your attitude towards Brenda." Rick slammed the garage door closed, making all three boys jump. "For the millionth time, I know you all hate her guts, but I don't care. My love life isn't a democracy, and none of you get a vote. Got it?" The boys stiffly nodded their heads, anger and resentment in their eyes. "Billy get your things in the car now. Your dad will be here any minute to get your brothers." The drive from Washington to their destination was quiet. Billy was still resentful for the way Rick had talked to him, even though he hadn't said a word. It was supposed to be their big weekend together, but he couldn't help but be jealous that he wasn't with his brothers. It had been several months since Rick and Billy had been alone for any real length of time. They had started arranging these "camping trips" after Ry was able to move around on his own as they had concerns that Ry would find out their secret. "Dad," Billy said, after miles without a word, "can we just, I don't know, not fight this weekend?" Rick said, "I would like that very much." He reached over and took hold of his middle son's hand. Billy interlaced their fingers. The physical contact reduced his bitterness, and he even smiled. He looked around at the scenery and asked, "Where are we going?" "I want it to be a surprise, if that's alright with you?" "You know I hate surprises," Billy said, he playfully whined. Billy really did hate surprises, but he trusted Rick to have a really good one. "I know," Rick said, smiling for the first time all week. "That's why it's a surprise." "Tease," Billy said. Rick kissed the back of Billy's hand and said, "Always." They drove for about four hours in seemingly random directions before they stopped for a late breakfast. Billy ordered his usual eggs, sausage and hashbrowns, while Rick ordered corned beef hash and potatoes. The waitress served them both coffee before walking away. "So," Billy said, setting down his cup. "Where are we going?" "Nice try," Rick said, smiling. "Come on! This is torture!" "Oh, poor baby," Rick mocked. "It must be tough not knowing." "Jerk," Billy said, playfully. They ate their food and left, heading west. Rick drove in many directions, and Billy was beginning to believe that his dad was doing it on purpose to keep him from figuring out where they were headed. It was almost another two hours when Billy saw the ocean. They drove down the coast for another hour when Billy got excited. "Figured it out yet?" Rick chuckled. "I think so," Billy said, barely able to contain himself. It had been almost five years since he and Rick visited the little, seaside town. The last time they came was in the middle of the night after Billy had been given terrible, yet false, news about his birth father. Billy had been so distraught he had fallen asleep on Rick's lap and woken up in a hotel parking lot. They had had a very special and magical night together that he could never forget. Sure enough, Rick pulled into the very same parking lot of the hotel they stayed in. Rick went inside and got the key to their room. It was also the room they had stayed in that beautiful night. Billy was crying happy tears as they went inside. The room looked exactly as he remembered including the bedding. "How long have you been planning this?" Billy asked, wrapping his arms around Rick's neck. Rick held his son. He then kissed Billy passionately, before saying, "I booked the room in January. I wanted to make sure we could have it and not have anything get in our way." "I love you so much," Billy said, kissing his father again. Rick led Billy to the bed, where they laid down and continued to make out. Rick pulled Billy's shirt off and then removed his own. Rick had grown hairier since their first time in the room. Billy loved it so much. He ran his fingers through the older man's graying fur and played with his nipples. Rick moaned his pleasure and pulled Billy in closer. They kicked off their shoes and moved closer to the headboard. The bead frame creaked loudly as they shifted their weight. "I guess we'll need to be quieter," Billy breathlessly suggested. "Who gives a fuck what the neighbors think?" Rick said, kissing Billy's neck, causing the young man groan and clutch at his dad's back. "Good point," Billy breathlessly said. He slid his hand down the front of Rick's jeans and took hold of the slippery, foreskin clad dick inside. "Good point," he emphasized. "I love you," Rick whispered. "I love you, too," Billy replied. Rick kissed his way down from Billy's neck to his collarbone, then to his chest and began to lick, nibble and suckle Billy's right nipple. It was small but perky. Billy gasped and grabbed Rick's hair, directing his lover. "Fuck yeah," he said. "Lick that shit." Billy then dragged Rick's face to his armpit. Rick inhaled deeply, taking in the heady musk of his young lover. Rick then licked the hairy underarm. It was a little salty but that only got him hornier. "Should I get the bags?" Rick asked. "What did you say, Bitch?" Billy demanded. "Sorry, Sir," Rick said. "May I get the bags, please, Sir?" "Yes, you may, and be prepared for your punishment when you get back." "Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir." Rick kissed his Dom before leaving the room. Father and son had stumbled upon this dynamic by accident. It was during the third time Billy had topped Rick, when Billy was still 12. The boy didn't know where it came from, but he slapped Rick on the ass while fucking him. Rick begged his son to do it again. Billy wasn't sure if he should, but Rick really begged for it. Billy struck his dad again but a little harder. Rick quivered and asked for it again and harder. Billy did as he was told and really gave it to Rick, while thrusting his dick as far in his dad's ass as he could go. Rick cried out and came all over Ry's comforter, which turned Billy on so much, he lost his own load, breeding Rick. After that moment, Rick would have Billy watch BDSM videos, while they went into specialized chat rooms and sites to get as much information as they could. Billy had an online persona. An 18-year-old named Daddysboy12. Rick wasn't thrilled by the name and thought it gave away too much personal information; however, over the years, it became a moot point. They took turns as Dom and sub. Billy loved having control over Rick. The changed dynamics from their normal life was thrilling and erotic. For Rick, it was the chance to no longer be in charge and not have to make every single decision. It also helped that he loved and trusted Billy, and was never concerned with Billy's roughness; in fact, the rougher Billy got, the more he was turned on. He tried getting Brenda to be more adventurous, but she was never into anything more than vanilla sex and usually, only on her terms. When Rick came back inside with their bags, he saw that Billy was fully dressed again. "Is something wrong?" Rick asked. "No," Billy said, casually. "I figured we could do this later. I want dinner and to explore a bit." "Now who's the tease?" Rick said, while grinning and shaking his head. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 13***