Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2022 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 62 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 62


Ry held Charlie in the backseat of Will's car after they left the house.
Charlie couldn't stop crying but was glad to be with the people who
actually loved him and never caused him any pain. He had meant what he
said about hating his dad, though he didn't really mean he wanted his dad
to be shot. Nor did he truly blame Billy for what Justin did to him.
Charlie was hurting more than ever before and lashing out seemed to be
the only way to express the rage, pain and sadness that hadn't left him
in months. Sex had helped, as it physically made him feel better and gave
him a mental escape, but it was now attached to two people he hated, two
people who had repeatedly betrayed his trust.


Will left the brothers in the car, while he went into the rehab facility
to fetch Joey. Ry wanted to kiss Charlie's head but was too afraid he'd
trigger a bad reaction. It tore at him to see his baby brother so upset.
It made him hate Justin even more. "I love you, Charlie," Ry whispered.
"I'm so sorry you're going through Hell. I wish I could take your pain
away. If I could, I'd do it in a heartbeat. If there's anything I can do
for you, please tell me." Ry felt tears streaming down his cheeks.


Charlie took a stuttering breath and said, "You could stop letting
people try to kill you every couple of years."


Ry couldn't help but laugh, though he knew Charlie was being serious. At
first Charlie was bitter over the laughter, but eventually, started
laughing too. He hugged his brother and said, "I love you, too, Ry."


The brothers talked about what had happened while waiting. Ry said that
Charlie had a good arm on him, but it wasn't right to attack their
father, nor was it okay to blame Billy, since nobody could've guessed
that Justin was a child molester. "Not even I saw it," Ry admitted,
"and I hated him from the moment I met him."


"I guess," Charlie conceded. "Does this mean we have to go home
tonight?"


"No," Ry said. "I think we'll be at Will's until he decides to take us
home, but you will need to apologize to Dad and Billy; sooner the better,
you know?"


"Yeah."


Will and Joey came out, and it looked to Ry like they were having a
serious conversation. They got into the front seats, neither saying a
word. Ry went to ask Joey if he was alright, but caught a look from Will
that indicated that Ry shouldn't. Charlie was in no mood to talk to
anyone but Ry, so he was glad that Joey was being quiet.


Will drove everyone to a drive thru and got some food before heading back
to his place. Ry still wasn't able to walk under his own weight, so Will
and Charlie helped Ry inside, while Joey brought in everything else. Ry
was placed on the couch, and Charlie took the bags into their room. As
Charlie began to unpack, Joey came into the room and closed the door
behind him. "What's up?" Charlie asked.


"My dad is coming home on Monday," Joey said. He looked like he was on
the verge of tears.


"Oh," was all Charlie could think of to say.


"Yeah," Joey replied, clearly disappointed that he didn't get the
reaction he was hoping for. Unable to say anything else, Charlie walked
over and pulled Joey into his arms. The embrace was returned three-fold,
as Joey broke down crying in his best friend's arms. "I don't want to
go, Charlie," Joey sobbed.


"I don't want you to, either," Charlie said, finally finding his voice.


"What if my dad starts hitting me again for being gay? What if he hurts
me like he did Brian?"


"Uncle Will won't allow it," Charlie said, firmly.


"He couldn't stop Justin hurting you, so how can he stop my dad?"


Charlie didn't know how to respond. Although it did trigger his own fears
and insecurities, Charlie didn't want to scare Joey any further. They
held each other for quite a while, neither wanting to let go. They only
broke their comforting embrace only when Will came to check on them.


Dinner was silent. Everyone was contemplating the events of the last two
days. Billy sent Ry texts asking if Charlie was alright, which Ry replied
that their little brother was doing better and might be up to seeing
Billy the next day. Ry could tell that Billy wanted to come over anyway
and hoped that Trevor and Rick could keep Billy from doing so.  Ry asked
how their dad was doing. Billy said that he wasn't doing well. Between
watching Brenda get shot, the revelations that came from her death and
Charlie's assault, Billy was certain that their dad needed to see a
therapist, though Rick was adamant that he didn't. Ry trusted Billy
enough to assume he was right.


After what happened the night of his biological father's violence spree,
Ry and Charlie had to go into therapy to learn how to cope with
everything.  Unlike Ry, Charlie hadn't taken to the sessions. Ry guessed
it was because the therapist kept pushing Charlie to relive what he had
witnessed, eventually forcing Charlie to lose control and lash out at the
therapist. Due to the fighting, Ry was forced to get a new therapist,
while Charlie refused to go back. He wondered if he could talk his baby
brother into returning to therapy now that he was older and a sex abuse
victim.


Ry offered to sleep in Billy's room, leaving the younger boys to share a
bed, but both boys insisted that Ry sleep with them.


"You, me and Billy shared the bed when we went to see Mom that one time,
remember?" Charlie argued, after Ry said there wasn't enough room for
all three of them.


"Yeah, I remember," Ry kindly relented. He smiled to himself
remembering how nice it was to be in the same room with his brothers
without fighting.


Ry asked Charlie to help him with another shower; however, he didn't feel
like taking a risk like last time, so he had Charlie help him into the
bathroom and bring his shower things in. Charlie began to remove his
clothes, but Ry stopped him. "I know you want to help," he said, trying
to be as sensitive and caring as possible, "but you've been through a
lot, and I can't ask you to do anything that might upset you, okay? I
love and respect you too much to risk triggering you."


Charlie's eyes welled up and he hugged his big brother. He loved Ry so
much. Ever since they first met at Billy's twelfth birthday party, Ry had
always been kind to him. Unlike most of Billy's friends, especially Cody,
Ry never talked down to him or treated him like he was unwanted.
Charlie's feelings always came first, and that meant more to him than Ry
could have known. "I love you," Charlie said, meaning it with his whole
heart.


"I love you, too," Ry said, echoing his baby brother's sentiment


Ry held Charlie till the youngest Barton was ready to let go. Once
Charlie was out of the room, he struggled to get his clothes off and into
the tub. He didn't have a shower bench at Will's so he did the best he
could. Although Will was in his 40s, Ry was hopeful that, if he got
stuck, the older man would be able to help him.


Once settled, Ry leaned back and relaxed the best he could. The water
stung the scrapes and cuts of the road rash he had on his arms and hands.
He got a good look at his body and wasn't happy with what he saw. Scar
tissue ran up and down both legs from the countless surgeries he had to
regain what mobility he had. His left leg was badly bruised from where
Amanda's dad hit him. He was thankful that it was his left side and not
his right.  The tests he had showed that, aside from bruising on both
sides, his right leg was okay; however, it didn't stop his doctor from
putting him back on bed rest with more pain medications. His doctor said
that, if his right leg had been hit instead, he probably wouldn't ever
walk again, given he was still recovering from surgery. Ry also didn't
like the pain medications since they made him feel loopy and high, but
the pain was almost too much to handle most days.


Ry managed to get himself out of the tub, though he nearly fell trying to
pull up his boxers. He called out to Charlie, who came in to help him
finish getting dressed and into the bedroom. Joey was already in bed on
what was normally Charlie's side. Ry's curiosity over the sleeping
arrangement came to an end when Charlie insisted that Ry sleep in the
middle. "We both need cuddle time, so I thought this would work
better."


"Sounds good to me," Ry said, scooting over.


As soon as everyone was settled, the younger boys curled up against Ry
and put their heads on his chest as he wrapped his arms around them.
"So," Ry said, after kissing each boy on the head, "how was your guys'
day?"


They each took their turn talking about everything that had happened,
none sparing details. Joey was shocked to hear what Charlie had done and
said, especially to Rick, whom Joey had come to love like a second
father. Charlie admitted to his feelings of shame but did try to justify
some of what he had said to his father, as his resentment hadn't gone
away.


Joey told them about his dad being released and his fears of future
abuse. Ry did his best to comfort and assure Joey that things won't be
the same, especially since the boy was no longer alone. Joey cried a
little and thanked Ry with a kiss on the cheek.


Ry was getting pretty loopy by the time it was his turn, having taken his
meds before his bath. Halfway through his version of the day's events, Ry
passed out. The last thing he remembered was Charlie kissing his cheek.


Charlie laid awake, with his head still on his brother's bare chest,
thinking. He felt safe once more, and that's all he ever wanted. The
number of people who made him feel safe kept dwindling until there were
only a few; Ry was one of them. Charlie absentmindedly twirled his finger
in Ry's chest hair, listening to his brother's strong, steady heartbeat;
it was very meditative.


The last time he felt safe like that was the last time he slept with his
dad. Remembering how his dad smelled...and tasted...started to make him
hard. His little boner pressed the thin fabric of his boxer briefs
against Ry's hairy thigh. His heart beat began to speed up as he moved
his hips, softly grinding against his brother's leg. He slowly exhaled a
silent moan. It had been so long since he had sex because of Justin. He
missed it very much. Charlie thought about waking Joey up and sneaking
off to Billy's room, but what he wanted...what he craved...Joey wasn't
physically capable of giving to him...not yet, anyway...but Ry could....


But he's my brother? Charlie thought. Conflicted feelings crept into his
head. He loved Ry and didn't want to possibly ruin their relationship
like his and Justin's. What if Ry woke up? He'd be really pissed,
wouldn't he?


Maybe, another voice in his head replied. We almost kissed that time in
the shower, Charlie rationalized. There was no mistaking that, and
Charlie was certain that Ry knew it too. Charlie secretly fantasized
about what that kiss would've been like had Billy not come home...or how
far they would've gone. Ry was the opposite of Justin. Justin used him,
but Charlie knew that Ry could never do that. If they kissed, it was
because it was real.


Charlie lightly lifted his head from Ry's chest and gingerly moved up in
the bed, careful to not crush his brother's arm which was still around
him. In the pale light of the full moon coming in through the window,
Charlie saw that Joey had rolled over and was facing away from him. Good,
Charlie thought, mustering his nerves.


Charlie looked down at his sleeping brother. Unlike the rest of the
family, Ry wasn't a sound sleeper, but Charlie hoped the drugs would be
strong enough to let him do what he wanted. Ry's mouth was closed and he
looked very peaceful. It reminded him of when Ry was in a coma years
before. The memory almost broke his heart, but seeing the handsome man
next to him made things better. Charlie leaned in and softly touched his
lips to Ry's. He was taken back to a few months prior when they
accidentally kissed on the lips in the hall. Charlie was embarrassed at
the time but he felt no shame in it, because it didn't feel wrong...like
it didn't feel wrong to be kissing Ry again.  Ry remained sleeping as
Charlie started to part their lips with his tongue; however, Charlie
wasn't brave enough to force his way into Ry's mouth. Visions of Ry
waking up and biting down on Charlie's tongue in shock popped into the
10-year-old's mind and he panicked a little, pulling away from his
brother. Licked his lips liking the way Ry's lips tasted.


He looked at his brother's face...then his eyes wandered down Ry's
shirtless, well-toned torso...and stopped at his cloth-covered
mid-section; Charlie wondered what else might taste good....  Charlie
moved down the bed once more, a little further down than where he had
started. He laid his head on Ry's fuzzy stomach, letting his brother's
breathing steady his own rapidly quickening pulse. Charlie moved the
blanket back exposing the front of Ry's boxers. Ry wore the kind like
their father did, which meant the fly was easier to access than that of
briefs and boxer briefs.


As stealthily as his trembling fingers would allow, Charlie glided his
chubby hand over the front of Ry's underwear. He came to a stop at the
opening and took three calming breaths. I should stop. Charlie told
himself. Ry didn't say it was okay to do it. What if he wakes up? Would I
lose the only person who still loves me no matter what?...but, if Ry
loved me no matter what, then he'd still love me after this, wouldn't he?
Would he love me more, too? He wanted to kiss me...so would he have
wanted more to happen? Ry wasn't Justin. Justin used me for sex. Ry would
never do that. Ry loves me...no matter what....


Charlie parted the thin bits of cloth, felt around and pulled out Ry's
penis. It was big! Like really big! Charlie remembered what their
father's felt like, though he never got a proper look at it when he was
sucking it. However, it was enough to compare them soft. Unlike himself
and their dad, Ry was circumcised, but even without his foreskin, Ry was
longer than Rick with his. Ry's dick was also thicker. Charlie wasn't
sure of exact measurements, but it felt like Ry was as thick while
flaccid as their dad was when hard. The only other circumcised dick he
had played with before was Joey's and Joey might have been as big as the
head of Ry's penis.


He started to gently stroke Ry. Charlie wondered if he'd need both hands
to do it, so he sat up, making sure not to shake the bed. Even if Ry
didn't wake up, Charlie didn't want to wake Joey either. He wasn't sure
if his friend would tell or want to help; in either case, Charlie wanted
to do this by himself, as even the thought of Joey helping began to make
him feel jealous.


Ry's cock got bigger as Charlie's soft fingers moved up and down the
thickening shaft. Charlie could see precum start to glisten in the
moonlight. Taking a chance, Charlie lowered his mouth to the tip of his
brother's penis and drew in the clear liquid. He licked his lips, looked
over his shoulder, and once satisfied that Ry was still asleep, Charlie
opened his mouth as wide as he could and lowered his head once more.


To say that Ry tasted like heaven may have been hyperbole, but he
couldn't think of any other way to describe it. He didn't know why or
how, but the second Ry's flesh touched his tongue, he was hooked. Nothing
he had ever tasted, from the sweetest candy to the most succulent and
savory meat, compared to how Ry tasted. Charlie lost himself in the
ecstasy of his big brother's flavor. His tongue lapped and lusted, as it
moved around the head of Ry's engorged penis. Charlie tried taking in as
much of the dick as he could, but it proved to be too difficult without
his teeth scratching the tender, fragrant flesh in his mouth.


Charlie moved his right hand down the cock and into Ry's boxers once more
and began to caress his brother's trimmed testicles. Like his dick, Ry's
balls were massive. Ry made Justin's genitals look as prepubescent as
Charlie's and Joey's. A fleeting thought of how Billy could go from Ry to
Justin baffled the little boy.


Ry shifted a little as his balls drew up towards his body. Charlie
recognized it as Ry's body preparing for orgasm. Charlie readied himself,
as well. He wanted what his brother's balls were keeping from him.
Charlie quickened his pace and the speed of his tongue. Somewhere far
away, there was a soft gasp just before rope after rope of precious, hot
cum shot from the saliva slicked head of Ry's cock. Charlie did the best
he could to get every milliliter of liquid that shot down his throat.
Charlie only stopped sucking when Ry's body started to shake a little; he
didn't want Ry to wake up, after all.


Charlie waited for Ry's dick to go soft once more before kissing the tip
and putting it back where he found it. He looked up at Ry who was still
asleep. He smiled to himself, moved up the bed, and kissed Ry once more.
"I love you, Ry," Charlie softly whispered, before settling himself
once again next to his brother and falling asleep almost immediately.


Once Ry heard Charlie's snoring, he opened his eyes. He licked his lips
and tasted his own semen. What the fuck just happened? He desperately
thought...as he got hard once more....


***Coming Soon, Chapter 63***