Date: Mon, 21 Mar 2022 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 56 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 56


Much to Ry's annoyance and pleasure, Charlie did his best to take care of
him. Though his surgery wasn't as invasive as everyone thought, Ry had
issues walking without pain, so he was on heavy pain medications and had
to stay in bed most of the time.


After much begging and complaining, with a good, unhealthy dose of
emotional blackmail, Charlie convinced his dad to let him stay home from
school for the rest of the week to take care of Ry. Rick was furious with
how Charlie was behaving towards him. Charlie would only talk to him if
he absolutely had to and refused to be alone in the same room with him.
So, when Charlie asked to stay home to care for Ry, Rick didn't see why
he should, since Charlie's attitude shouldn't have been rewarded;
however, Billy pointed out that, despite Charlie throwing Brenda in their
dad's face, Rick couldn't take time off, and Will's business in Nebraska
was taking longer than expected. Billy agreed to tutor Charlie, and Joey
agreed to bring Charlie's classwork home each day, so Charlie wouldn't
fall behind in school.  Charlie also temporarily moved into Ry's room.
Since Ry needed assistance getting to and from the bathroom, someone had
to help him get out of bed and walk him back and forth. Charlie thought
it was just easier to sleep with Ry and take Little Joey out, while Ry
was using the toilet.


Deep inside, Charlie was afraid that his dad would ask Brenda to be Ry's
nurse again. The thought pissed him off and freaked him out. Without
Uncle Will there to stop it, he feared that Brenda would worm her way
back into their lives, causing his brothers and Joey to turn against him.
He came to the conclusion that Justin was no longer a good person, so he
couldn't look to him for support any further, either, leaving him on his
own against the Bitch.


By the time Thursday rolled around, Ry was ready for a proper shower. He
had been sponge bathing, but he never felt very clean after.


"Charlie," Ry said, as his baby brother came in with his breakfast.


"Yeah?" Charlie replied, setting down the tray of cereal.


"I need you to help me take a shower."


"Dad said you're not supposed to. He said your stitches might come out
or you could get an infection," Charlie said, apprehensively.


Ry came to this argument prepared. "Nothing will happen if you help me,
and it'll piss Dad off."


"Okay," Charlie. Bingo, Ry thought.


Charlie waited for their dad to leave before getting the shower ready.
There was a bath bench in the garage from the last surgery Ry had. It was
clunky and difficult to maneuver through the house, but Charlie was able
to get it positioned before getting Ry.


"God, you're so fat!" Charlie jokingly complained every time he helped
Ry walk around. "I think my back is breaking."


"I'm not fat, you jerk," Ry said, knowing Charlie was playfully teasing
him. If anything, Ry had a nice, athletic build, given all the upper body
and core work he had to do over the years.


Charlie laughed, as he aided Ry through the doorway. "There!" He said,
dramatically, as Ry sat on the bench. He made a show of stretching. "I
feel like I lost 300 pounds."


"Fuck off," Ry said, giggling still a bit high from his medication.


"So," Charlie said, heading towards the door, "call me when you're
done."


"Charlie," Ry said, his voice rather somber, "I need your help WITH
the shower." He gave Charlie a look that clearly said he was just as
uncomfortable asking as he was with the idea of it.


"Oh," Charlie replied. It had only been a few days since he had sex
with Justin, which was also the last time he had seen another man naked.
His anxiety began to rise as flashbacks from his encounters with Justin
moved across his mind. "What--what do you want help with?" He asked,
trying desperately to keep his voice strong for his brother.


""First, I need help getting my boxers off. I can't do it without
risking taking the bandages off with them and possibly tearing a stitch.
Next, I need you to help me with my back. Some of the incisions are back
there, and I'm afraid of opening the wounds, since I can't see what I'm
doing. Finally, I'll need your help getting my clean underwear on. I'll
also need you to watch me, just in case I drop something--what are you
doing?"


Charlie had taken off his pajamas and underwear. Despite his reservations
because of Justin, he knew Ry would never hurt him or ask him for sex.
"I'm going to take a bath with you. It's the easiest way to do this;
plus, I could use a shower, too. I've been sleeping next to this guy who
farts all the time," he said, hoping to lighten the mood.


"At least I don't snore," Ry said, accepting the jab.


"The hell you don't," Charlie said, turning on the water. "You've
woken me up several times."


"Are you sure you weren't waking yourself up?"


While the brothers continued to tease each other, Charlie helped Ry take
off his underwear. He had to resist the urge to leave and cry seeing Ry's
penis. It looked nothing like Justin's, being much larger and
circumcised; however, the flashbacks continued to play out in the little
boy's brain, making the task at hand tougher by the minute. Ry thanked
him and scooted over in the shower chair. Charlie got the first real look
at Ry's scars. He, of course, had seen them before, but he never really
paid attention to the details. Line upon line of purple scar tissue ran
up and down his legs and lower back, mostly on the right leg. The lines
went from the middle of Ry's back to his ankles. Ry had to have a lot of
corrective surgery after the brain trauma he suffered as a boy not much
older than Charlie was.


"Hey," Ry said softly, gently wiping a tear from his baby brother's
face. "Are you okay?"


"Yeah," Charlie said, wiping away more tears. "I'm sorry, Ry."


"What for?"


"It's all my fault, isn't it?"


"What's your fault, Charlie?" Ry was feeling overwhelmed and began to
cry, too.


"Everything. Mom going away, what your dad did to you, you and Billy
breaking up, Dad marrying Brenda...Justin....it's all my fault."


Ry pulled Charlie into his arms and held his baby brother as tight as he
could. "None of that is your fault, Charlie. You've done nothing wrong!
Where is this coming from? You're the best little brother I could ever
ask for. I love you so much, Charlie. Please don't ever think that I
don't."


"Why does everything fucked up keep happening, Ry?" Charlie begged
against his brother's chest.


"I don't know, Charlie, but things will get better, I promise."


"When? When will they get better?"


"I'm not sure, but things will get back to normal, Charlie. I swear they
will. Until then, you will always have me. I love you so, so much."


"I love you, too."


The brothers held each other for several minutes, neither caring that
they were still naked and the water was running. Ry pulled away and
looked Charlie in his gorgeous brown eyes and said in all seriousness,
"Charlie, I'm never gonna give you up, never gonna let you down, never
gonna run around and desert you, never gonna make you cry, never gonna
say goodbye, never gonna tell a lie and hurt you."


"God, you're such a dick," Charlie said, feigning annoyance, while
giggling and wiping away the last of his tears. "Can we get in the tub,
now?"


Thankfully, the shower head was the kind with a hose, so Ry didn't have
to worry about the water pressure opening a wound. Charlie had filled the
tub with warm water and set the show head aside. He got a washcloth wet
and put Ry's antibacterial soap on it then handed it to his brother.
Meanwhile, he washed his body with the body wash.  The brothers did their
best to not get caught staring at each other. Ry was worried that his
erection would start, given the intimacy of the moment, and Charlie kept
being reminded of Justin, especially the time at the pool. Once Charlie
was done with himself, he looked over at his brother and saw him
struggling, not being able to lean over or properly lift his legs.
Charlie took the rag from Ry and began washing Ry's legs and feet.


"I wish I could do this myself," Ry said, as Charlie put his right foot
on his lap.


"It's okay," Charlie replied, making sure to get between Ry's toes. "I
don't mind."


"That's one of the many things I love about you," Ry said.


Charlie blushed and started washing Ry's other foot. He worked his way up
both of his brother's calves, shins and then knees. He paused a little
too long at Ry's thighs and groin. Ry's penis looked to be about six
inches soft, which was about an inch longer than Justin's hard. He was
pulled out of his thoughts, as Ry softly touched his hand. "I got it
from here, Charlie."


"Okay," Charlie said, sitting down once again. He wondered if he should
leave. He was about to ask when Ry gasped, trying to lift his right leg
to clean under it. "Can you stand?"


"I think so," Ry replied. It was slow going, but Ry managed to stand.
They had installed handrails after Ry nearly drowned years ago.


Charlie took the washcloth back and leaned against his brother's naked
body. He reached around and got the back of Ry's legs and his furry butt.
He was well aware that he was also pressed against Ry's penis, which made
him get involuntarily hard. "All done," Charlie said, with a soft,
almost breathless, voice.


"Thanks," Ry said, matching his brother's tone, as he sat down.


"Shit," Charlie said.


"What?"


"I forgot to wash your back."


Ry moved to the edge of the show bench the best he could. He spread his
legs and pulled Charlie towards him. Charlie's instincts warned him of
danger and his heart began to slam into his chest. "I think you can
reach it from here," Ry said, also looking uncertain. "I don't think I
can stand like that again."


"Okay," Charlie said in the same near-whisper. He pressed his nude form
against that of Ry's. Both boys could feel Charlie's hairless scrotum
resting on top of Ry's fleshy, warm dick. Ry lifted his arms, as Charlie
reached around and did his best to scrub Ry's back. Ry concentrated on
other things, to keep from getting hard, as Charlie moved about. "Could
you wash my back?" Charlie asked.


"Sure," Ry said, heaving a heavy sigh. He took the body wash his baby
brother had used earlier and lathered his hands. He gently caressed
Charlie's tender skin, trying desperately to not get an erection. He felt
his dick twitch a few times, as Charlie switched sides. They both made
eye contact and gave awkward smiles. "Almost done?" Ry asked.


"Almost done," Charlie replied. He was just about to stand up straight
when soap ran down his back and between his butt cheeks. The liquid stung
his bruised anus and he let out a gasp of pain.


"Everything alright?" Ry asked, pulling his hands away.


"Yeah," Charlie lied, "I pinched my finger between the bench and the
wall."


"Here," Ry said. He took hold of Charlie's arm and stood him up before
him. "Which finger?" Charlie held out his right index finger. Ry took
Charlie's right hand in his, raised it to his lips, and kissed the tip of
Charlie's finger, while maintaining eye contact with the boy. "Feel
better?"


"A little," Charlie said, losing himself in Ry's hazel eyes.


Ry kissed the finger again. "How about now?"


"I think so," Charlie said, almost out of breath. He lowered his hand
and leaned in towards his unmoving brother.


BANG, BANG, BANG!


"Are you two in there?" Billy called out from the hall.


Quickly realizing what had almost happened, Ry and Charlie yelled,
"Yeah," breaking their eye contact then looking away awkwardly. "What
do you want, Billy?" Ry called out.


"Dad wanted me to check on you guys while I have lunch." There was a
significant pause before Billy asked, "What are you two doing in
there?"


Unable to think of a better answer, Charlie said, "Helping Ry take a
bath." Both brothers in the tub cringed.


"Hurry up then. I brought food and it's getting cold."


Ry and Charlie waited for Billy's footsteps to fade away. Charlie hopped
out of the tub first, hastily dried off and put on his pajamas. He handed
Ry a towel and helped his brother dry off then helped with his boxers.
Billy came up and helped Ry to his room, while Charlie grabbed the pile
of towels on the floor. Ry was left alone to get dressed, while Charlie
had lunch with Billy and Trevor, before the older boys had to return to
school.


Ry felt something wet run down his leg. Thinking it was blood, he reached
over and grabbed one of the towels. Luckily, it was just water. He knew
Billy would take him back to the hospital and their dad wouldn be livid.
As Ry went to toss the towels in his hamper, he saw Charlie's underwear
on the floor. He couldn't believe they almost kissed...or maybe more. He
let his dick get hard. His blue balls were starting to ache. Ry picked up
the boxer briefs Charlie was wearing more often than not and held them.
He felt like a creep about it, but remembering that his dick was rubbing
up against his 10-year-old brother's balls, he didn't feel too bad about
the underwear.


As he rubbed the fabric reminding himself of how Charlie felt against
him, Ry noticed something odd. He spotted what looked like aging blood at
the seat of Charlie's slate gray underwear. He moved a bit for better
lighting and, sure enough, It was blood. Just a little bit, though.
Curious, Ry hobbled to the hamper and dug around till he found other
pairs. They all had blood, though in decreasing quantities. One the pair
in particular looked like Charlie had had a period.


Ry thought back to the shower and Charlie crying out in pain. His mind
instantly went to dark thoughts, so he tried suppressing them. Ry needed
answers before jumping to conclusions.


"Billy's gone," Charlie said, walking into the room. He froze upon
seeing Ry with his underwear. "What are you doing?" Charlie asked,
unable to hide the fear welling up inside of him.


"I think we need to talk," Ry said, with a shaky voice as his eyes
welled up.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 57***