Date: Mon, 21 Feb 2022 01:00:00 -0800
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 48 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 48


The Barton household was calm yet busy. Charlie still loved his puppy,
but had to make some different arrangements with his father. He asked if
Little Joey could stay in the garage until the pup was potty trained.
Rick was reluctant given the cold weather, but agreed so long as Charlie
was able to make a dog house and cleaned up after the pup. Charlie didn't
like cleaning up poop, but he found it easier to do in the garage than in
his room, which was beginning to smell really bad. Charlie watched videos
online on how to train dogs, and he made an effort to spend at least two
hours every day working with Little Joey.


After Trevor came back from seeing his family, he and Billy spent a lot
of time together, mostly in Billy's room. They talked about school, the
student union and life after school. Trevor had begun volunteering for a
civil rights lawyer. He usually made fliers and posters, while taking
notes during meetings with local leaders of the various minority
communities.


Billy felt ashamed that he wasn't doing more to help others in the
community, but he wasn't sure how to start. He was a middle-class, white
boy, whose only claim to oppression was being gay, when he was beat up
for being gay in the sixth grade, but he hadn't suffered from any sort of
discrimination since. He felt that Charlie had done more to defend people
than he had, since his baby brother had a reputation for beating up
bullies and bigots.


Ry spent his time working on his campaign with the boys and studying. His
17th birthday was coming up and he wasn't sure how to feel about it.
Because of Charlie's puppy, his baby brother hadn't realized that the
four-year anniversary of their accident had passed. However, it never
escaped Ry's notice. He hated himself for being glad that his birth
parents were dead. They were monsters, but he hated that himself for not
feeling anything more than contempt for those who brought him into this
world. He hated them more for dragging him away from his real family,
which led to Charlie looking for him the night Ry almost died. Guilt
wracked him almost every day. He knew it wasn't his fault, but with every
nightmare Charlie suffered, Ry's wounds reopened, exposing the rawness of
his guilt.


Rick was happy that his boys seemed happy for the most part. Two days
after Christmas, Will came to the house to say that Mr. Bell was being
moved to a physical rehabilitation center, where he would go through
physical and occupational therapy. Joey didn't seem thrilled, and Rick
understood that it was because Joey had become one of his boys in spirit.
No-one wanted Joey to go home, so Rick did his best to keep Joey's
spirits up, while also making sure that everyone understood that it
wasn't a permanent situation.


Rick also noticed that Ry seemed depressed. Like his eldest son, he was
aware of the anniversary, since he nearly lost two of his sons that
night. He couldn't imagine the conflicts going through his son's mind.
Happy that it was his birthday, but sad because it would forever be
associated with that horrible night.


He found Ry sitting at the dining room table the night before the teen's
birthday. Ry was on his laptop doing school work. Rick walked up behind
his son, kissed him on the cheek and held him. "I love you, Ry. You know
that right?"


"I do, Dad. I always have." Ry teared up a little and did his best to
hug his father. "Is everything okay?"


"You tell me," Rick said. He listened to Ry's concerns and worries. The
boy didn't have a lot of friends, especially after breaking up with
Amanda. He was hanging out with Billy and Trevor more, but he hardly ever
left the house, otherwise, and the isolation was getting to him. "Grab
your coat.  We're going to have some father/son time." He asked, taking
his son by the hand.


Rick went to Billy's room and asked his middle child to watch the younger
boys. He explained that Ry needed some time out of the house, and they
were going to go for a drive. He then crossed the hall to tell the fourth
graders to mind Billy and if they were good, he might bring them back a
treat. As he descended the stairs, he smiled. He saw his teenagers
hugging. Billy assured Ry that he was loved and not alone. Ry hugged his
brother back and thanked him.


"Ready, Buddy?"


"Yeah, I think so," Ry said, grabbing his jacket and crutch.


To Billy, Rick said, "Check on Joey to make sure his fever isn't getting
too high. If it does--"


"--Call you," Billy said, rolling his eyes. "I know how to take care
of the little ones. Go have fun."


Once his dad and brother were out the door, Billy went back upstairs and
took Joey's temperature. It was still high, but nothing dangerous. Joey
got the flu the day after Christmas and was curled up in bed. Charlie,
who had his flu shot at the start of the season, was on his phone. Billy
stroked Joey's hair and asked how he was.


"Tired and my body hurts," Joey said.


 "I'll get get you something for that, okay?" Billy looked at Charlie
and added, "Make sure you're checking on Little Joey, too."


"I did about five minutes ago," Charlie said, not taking his eyes off
of his screen.


"He's fed and watered?"


"Yes," Charlie said, frustrated at being bossed around.


"When was the last time you let him out to pee?"


"I don't know," Charlie said dismissively, hoping his brother would
just go away.


Billy took the phone from his brother and said, "Check on your dog."


"Fine," Charlie said, snatching his phone back. He stormed out of his
room and went to the garage. Little Joey bounced all over his little
enclosure. His dad helped him build a small pen with a bed in it. The
garage wasn't warm but it wasn't freezing either. Charlie grabbed the
leash from a hook by the pen, and attached it to his dog's collar. He
sent his text and set out on his walk.


Normally, Charlie wouldn't have been allowed to walk the neighborhood
alone at night, but with his dad and Ry gone, and Billy taking care of
Joey, Charlie didn't think it would be a problem if he went up the street
and back. Plus, it's not like he was going to be alone the entire time.


Rick took Ry out to dinner and the pair went to the arcade in the mall.
Rick wasn't very good at video games, so Ry took it easy on his dad. They
talked about school and work mostly. Neither wanted to focus too much on
the past, nor did Ry want another talk about culinary school.  After the
mall, Rick drove Ry to the lookout he had taken Charlie to. He liked
seeing the city lights at night, and he wasn't ready to head home quite
yet.


"Thanks for tonight," Ry said, unbuckling his seat belt. "It's nice to
get out every once in a while."


"I'm sure it sucks always having to depend on someone else most of the
time," Rick said, unbuckling himself.


"Well, it's better now than the wheelchair, which was better than being
paralyzed, so I don't really have a lot to complain about."


"Honestly, I'm surprised that you don't complain more."


Ry gave his father a confused look before scoffing. "What do you mean by
that?"


"Given everything you've been through, nobody would blame you if you
were more mad at the world, you know?"


Ry laughed and replied, "What do I have to be mad about? Sure, for most
of my life, I lived in a Hell I couldn't escape, but I did. If Ronda
hadn't made Billy talk to me at that party, I'd probably be dead right
now. Yeah, Dan Clark was a fucking piece of shit, but without him, I
wouldn't have the amazing family and life I have. Oo, I have a bum leg,"
Ry said, sarcastically, "but I have brothers who love me as much as I
love them, and two fathers who I can actually count on. I don't see how I
could possibly complain about my life, can you?"


"When you put it that way," Rick said awkwardly, "but I know things
aren't easy at times, and you have a tendency to keep things to yourself.
Of all you boys, you're the one I'm least worried about, but that doesn't
mean I don't worry about you. You turn seventeen in a few days, and
before I know it, you'll be eighteen, which means you can be on your own
if you want, and if this surgery goes as planned, you'll be fully
independent and won't need anyone to help you."


Ry grinned and asked, "So is this about me and my issues, or is this
really about you worrying that I won't need you anymore?"


Rick looked shocked and sheepishly smiled, "How in the hell are you so
smart?"


"I get that from my dad," Ry said, scooting over to hug his father.
"There will never be a time where I won't need you in my life. I knew
that the first time I called you 'Dad'. You've made my life not just
bearable but worth living. Because of you, I have the family I've always
wanted. I have the life I've always dreamed about. I'm alive because of
you. How could I just throw all of that away? It's just insane to think I
could."


Rick kissed his son's head and said, "I love you so much."


"I love you, too, Dad. There's no need to worry about me, but I
definitely appreciate that you do. Having gone so long without anyone
giving a shit about me, you have no idea how wonderful it is knowing that
someone does, let alone having an entire family."


Rick and Ry sat, overlooking the city lights, for a while. They talked a
little more but nothing as heavy as before. Meanwhile, Charlie stood on
the snow covered corner by his house. Little Joey shook from the icy
ground, but every time Charlie picked him up, the puppy wriggled and
whined too much. Charlie considered taking the dog home, but he didn't
want to be caught by Billy...plus, he didn't want Justin to think he
ditched him.


"Get in," Justin said, after pulling up to the curb and opening the
door.


Charlie got in and put the puppy on his lap, both thankful for the heat
of the car. Justin drove to a nearby church parking lot and parked in the
darkest corner he could find. He unbuckled himself and Charlie, then
pulled the boy into him, kissing Charlie a little too hard. Charlie tried
to push Justin away, but Justin held firm, nearly making Charlie gag as
Justin thrust his tongue to the back of Charlie's mouth.


"Ow," Charlie said, disgruntled, moving to the passenger side. "That
really hurt."


"I'm sorry," Justin said, breathlessly. "I just missed you so much; I
couldn't help it." Looking for a quick change of subject, Justin said,
"Who's the mutt?"


Offended and beginning to regret his decision to meet, Charlie spat,
"He's not a mutt, and he's my dog."


"Again, I'm sorry," Justin said, hoping to recover the meeting. "I
seem to be screwing everything up here. Please forgive me."


Charlie only nodded in response, as he held and petted his puppy. Justin
put his hand on Charlie's knee and rubbed it. Not wanting to have Justin
mad at him, Charlie put his hand on Justin's and squeezed it. Most of the
time he didn't miss Justin at all and was glad the teen wasn't in his
life; however, after being sexual with Justin, Joey and now his dad,
Charlie couldn't stop thinking about how Justin made him feel and not
just emotionally. Joey wasn't very experimental, which was fine most of
the time, preferring to just suck on Charlie's dick and kiss. Charlie
only sucked his dad's dick that one time, but he had grown obsessed with
that night. He hadn't dared try it again, however, and he worried that he
might not ever get a second chance. And this was where Justin entered his
mind. Justin was always willing to try new things, even if he wasn't
always honest with Charlie about what he was doing, like the time Justin
licked his butt; however, Justin was willing to let Charlie do whatever
he wanted and never judged him for it.


Out of the corner of his eye, the 10-year-old saw the 17-year-old pull
down his shorts and briefs with his left hand. Justin's dick was already
hard and dripping precum. Charlie remembered a time where he would've
been freaked out over that sight, but it was becoming commonplace. Taking
the hint, Charlie put Little Joey in the back seat and started to take
his clothes off, too.


Justin pulled Charlie on top of him and this time, he kissed his young
lover gently and tenderly. Charlie melted into Justin, welcoming the
treatment he had expected when he first suggested meeting. Justin moved
his hips, grinding their hard dicks together, letting his precum lube
their friction. Justin slid his hand down Charlie's back, careful not to
tickle the boy, and stopped once he got a handful of Charlie's ass. He
rubbed and squeezed the hairless mounds of boy-flesh. Charlie moaned a
little, liking the sensation, though leery of Justin's intentions.  True
enough, Justin ran a finger up and down Charlie's crack. He softly
pressed in every time he felt Charlie's tight, virgin hole, causing the
boy on top of him to tense up. "Stop it," Charlie said, pulling away
from Justin.


"What?" Justin said, trying to play ignorant.


"You know what," Charlie snapped, not in the mood to play games.


Not wanting to give up his ruse, Justin said, "I was just massaging that
cute butt of yours."


"You're trying to put your finger in me, and I don't want to do that."
Charlie was very firm about that. Ever since Justin licked him, Charlie
decided that he didn't want to go that far with anyone. He briefly
considered letting Justin rim him again but actual penetration was out of
the question.


"Okay," Justin said, giving up, "I know it's something that feels
great, and I was hoping to show you."


Charlie considered Justin's excuse and let it go. "I'm okay doing
everything else we've done, but I don't ever want to do that thing; got
it?"


"I got it," Justin relented. He didn't like the tension between them,
and he was starting to resent Charlie's assertiveness. He liked the
little boy who needed him. The boy on top of him was someone more
confident, and it was a turn off for him, though he still found Charlie
to be very, very physically attractive. "How about we dock instead?"


"Dock?" Charlie asked, confused. "Is that like rimming?" Charlie was
tired of being suspicious of Justin, but the teen's actions kept
warranting it.


Justin laughed and said, "No, it has nothing to do with rimming or even
that sweet ass of yours. Here," Justin said sitting up. He had Charlie
sit on his lap, facing him. He took Charlie's little hard-on, jerked it a
little, making the boy moan, and then put the tiny, uncut head inside of
his own wet foreskin. Justin moaned as well, as he showed Charlie how to
fuck. Charlie liked the feeling and took to the motion naturally. Justin
watched the little, chubby body move back and forth on his muscular legs
and enjoyed every second of Charlie's small penis gliding on his rock
hard cock.


"I'm going to cum," Justin said.


"Should I pull out," Charlie said, breathlessly. He loved how docking
felt. It reminded him of the first time his dick was sucked.


Justin put their dicks in Charlie's hands, while he grabbed the back of
Charlie's thighs. He was on the verge of losing his load, and he could
tell by Charlie's body language that the boy was close to his own dry
orgasm. He knew Charlie might get upset, but he needed to make his point.


"I'm cumming baby," Justin said, leaning in and kissing Charlie, who
returned the kiss. As Justin's load covered Charlie's dick, balls and
legs, Justin slid his fingers around Charlie's ass. He then brought a
middle finger to Charlie's anus and pressed in, getting the tip just
inside, as Charlie exploded in his own orgasmic wave. Charlie's body went
limp, as he collapsed into Justin's arms. Everything spun, as he clutched
to the man under him. His entire body shook and quivered, as jolt after
jolt of ecstasy pulsed throughout his body. It was only when Charlie
stopped squirming that Justin gently removed his finger.


"I told you," Justin whispered with a soft chuckle. "I hope you're not
mad at me."


Charlie didn't know how to feel about it. Could barely feel his body. He
was aware that his dick was still in Justin's and they were both getting
softer. He was also aware that Little Joey was whining from somewhere.
His heart was still racing and his legs felt like jelly. All he could do
was lay against Justin and hope that he could walk soon.


Justin held onto Charlie, glad the boy couldn't move. His dreams lately
had been about moments like this. Of course, they usually involved Justin
fucking Charlie properly, but he guessed that Charlie would want more
after that orgasm. He kissed Charlie's neck, which made the boy quiver
again.


"As much as I love you and don't want this to ever stop," Justin
whispered, "I don't want you to get in trouble; plus, I don't want your
dog pissing or shitting in my car."


"Just another minute, please," Charlie begged. He was starting to come
around but his legs still shook every time he tried to move off of
Justin.


"I think I can do that," Justin said, kissing Charlie.


"Fuck," Charlie said, as he got to the driveway. His dad and Ry were
pulling in at the same time. Charlie stopped to let them in, before
walking to the front door.


"Hey, Little Man," his dad said, getting out of the vehicle quickly.
"What are you doing out?"


"I just took Little Joey for his walk," Charlie said, hoping his nerves
wouldn't betray him.


"There you are!" Billy nearly shouted coming towards his little
brother. "Where have you been? I've been worried sick!"


Thinking fast, Charlie said that Little Joey slipped his collar and it
took forever to find him. "Bad dog," Charlie said to the oblivious pup.


"Huh," Rick said. "I swore it was on tight enough." He picked the
wriggling puppy and checked the collar.


"I fixed it," Charlie said. "I didn't want him to do it again."


"Alright," Rick said, a little suspicious.


The Bartons made their way inside. Charlie locked Little Joey up and went
to his room, where he found Big Joey fast asleep. He got undressed once
more and climbed under the blankets. He felt Joey snuggle up to him.
Charlie kissed his friend's head, which was still very warm.


Rick came in sometime later to check on Joey. He sat next to his son,
leaned over and roused Joey enough to put a thermometer in the boy's
mouth. Charlie smelled his dad's cologne and he got hard instantly.


"I checked Little Joey's collar again," Rick said to Charlie, while
stroking Joey's head. "It doesn't look like you tightened it, and I
couldn't get it to pull over his head, so you want to tell me what really
happened?"


"I met with Justin," Charlie said, deciding that some of the truth was
the best option.


"Why did you lie about it?"


Charlie sighed and said, "I didn't want Billy or Ry mad at me. Ry never
liked him, and Billy's with Trevor now. I still like Justin, though."


Rick leaned in and kissed his son on the forehead. "I understand why you
did it, but you need to stop lying, okay? Billy was really worried and
thought something happened to you."


"I'm sorry," Charlie said.


"I'm not the one you need to apologize to. Your brothers love you, and
you really hurt Billy, probably more than if you had told him the truth.
We all know how much Justin means to you. I don't care if you see him,
and I'll talk to Billy and Ry about it. But, your lies stop here, you got
that?"


"Yes sir," Charlie said, knowing full well that he was still lying and
had to if he wanted to keep seeing Justin.


Rick checked the thermometer and was pleased to see that Joey's
temperature was going back to normal. He kissed both boys good night,
closing the door behind him.


"What did you and Justin do?" Joey asked after coughing.


"We just talked," Charlie said, wrapping his arms around Joey.


"Is that all you did?"


Charlie froze, not sure what to say. "Yes. We only talked," he finally
said. "I love you, Joey."


"I love you, too, Charlie. Thanks for being my friend."


Charlie fell asleep remembering how good Justin made him feel, and Joey
fell asleep wondering what Charlie was hiding from him.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 49***