Date: Fri, 15 Apr 2022 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Charlie Chapter 63 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 63


Life in the Barton household had almost returned to normal...almost. A
month had gone by since "the Night" Brenda died, Justin disappeared and
Ry was hit by his ex's father.


Joey had gone back home, giving Charlie his room back. The adjustment was
difficult, since the boy had been such a regular fixture in the house
over the previous months, but Charlie was glad to have his room back.
Despite Joey's initial reservations, his father was much more pleasant
and accepting of Joey and his sexuality. Mr. Bell even talked about
taking Joey to Pride.


Charlie still wasn't really talking to Rick unless he had to. He still
had hard feelings over Brenda and wasn't coping well with everything that
had happened with Justin. He began to withdraw and spent much of his time
in his room, where he either slept or stared at the ceiling. He tried
meditating, but Charlie's brain would wander to everything negative in
his life...with the exception of his "secret time" with Ry.


Billy and Trevor fell into a good routine. Friday nights after work, they
would have a date night, and spent the night at each other's homes,
alternating weeks. Trevor was even going to the visits to see Ronda, who
had been moved to the minimum security facility just outside of
Washington. The first visit with Trevor was bittersweet since it was also
the first after Ronda found out about Charlie and Justin. Will had gone
in before the visit to inform his ex-wife of everything that happened and
refused to take the boys near her unless she promised to be supportive
and pleasant. It was a tough sell, but she agreed.


Rick took time off of work and started to see a therapist. He had
nightmares of the mugging and watching Brenda dying in his arms as she
called him a child molester. He found it difficult to be around Billy,
let alone be affectionate. He still loved Billy, but he couldn't get
Brenda's accusations out of his head. Trevor did his best to explain it
to Billy, who was feeling hurt by his lover's emotional distance.


Rick was also struggling to cope with Charlie's attitude. He tried to
understand why Charlie was angry the day the 10-year-old attacked him,
but it had been a month and the boy hardly said a word to him. Rick
constantly fought internally to not be resentful of Charlie's silent
disdain. Rick even attempt to talk to Charlie about the sexual abuse a
handful of times, but Charlie would get up and walk out of the room
without uttering a single word.  His therapist kept reminding him to give
Charlie time, especially after the sexual abuse he had been suffering for
months. However, Rick wasn't sure how much longer he could wait
patiently.


Ry had fully recovered from the latest accident. Mr. Tangetti was charged
with several crimes, including vehicular assault and drunk driving. Will
had also filed a civil suit, seeking a lot of money in damages. Amanda
was furious but kept her distance; however, it didn't stop her from
harassing Billy in the halls at school.


Ry would've been glad that everything was getting back to normal in the
Barton home had it not been for Charlie. Sexual assault was too harsh,
while molestation didn't seem to be harsh enough. The next day after
Charlie sucked him off at Will's, Ry moved to Billy's room, claiming that
he didn't get much sleep with the younger boys moving around. This,
however, didn't stop Charlie from sneaking across the hall and blowing Ry
again. As with the night before, Ry was heavily drugged and was faintly
aware of what was happening only when it was too late and he was shooting
his load down the boy's throat.


At first, Ry blamed the pills but, when they finally came home, Charlie
sneaked into Ry's room and did it again. That time, however, Ry didn't
take any pills...but he didn't stop Charlie, either. Instead, he laid
still, pretending to be asleep. Initially, he tried to stop himself from
getting hard, but it didn't work (it was Charlie, after all). He then
tried thinking about other things and people, but that too didn't work,
as his mind would drift back to his little brother masterfully sucking
him off. Unable to think of anything else (and unwilling to say or
physically do anything) to stop Charlie, Ry let his baby brother suck his
cock and until Charlie earned the cum waiting for him.


Ry almost contented himself to let Charlie continue. He rationalized the
abuse as Charlie's way of acting out. A way for Charlie to reclaim the
control that Justin had taken away so violently. But, when Ry was honest
with himself, he admitted that he didn't just like it; he loved it! Every
time he thought about Charlie's hot breath and moist tongue caressing and
massaging his cock, Ry would get hard and leak precum. On the few nights
Charlie didn't sneak in, Ry would jerk off to the memories.


Things changed on Valentine's Day.


The day was being treated as one of dread, except by Billy and Trevor,
who decided to go out for a special dinner at the cafe Trevor's cousin
worked at. Rick's plan was to stay in his room and avoid everyone, while
Ry and Charlie were left to fend for themselves.


"Do you wanna do anything tonight?" Charlie asked, after Ry got home
from school.


"Like what?" Ry asked in return, trying to fight off thoughts of
Charlie suggesting sex.


"I don't know," Charlie shrugged. "Maybe we could play a game or
something."


"Sure. What do you have in mind?"


"Strip poker?" Charlie meant it as a joke, but realized that it didn't
land, as the glass of milk his brother was holding fell to the floor and
shattered, sending its contents and shards of broken glass everywhere.


Charlie apologized profusely, as he helped his big brother clean up. Ry
insisted, not too convincingly, that he knew Charlie was joking and that
the glass slipped out of his hand accidentally; however, it was too late
to take back the statement, and both boys knew it.  Tension filled their
night, as the brothers tried to move past Charlie's joke. Charlie knew he
shouldn't have suggested the game, and he didn't even know why he said
it. Ry, on the other hand, wasn't sure what to do. He wanted to confront
Charlie about the late night visits to his room...but a part of him
wanted to take his baby brother up on the offer.  It was decided to watch
an action movie. Each brother sat on opposite ends of the couch, trying
to avoid each others' gazes. At one point, they both curled their legs up
under themselves. Ry stretched out his legs, since they were feeling
stiff, but quickly pulled them back after his bare feet touched those of
Charlie's.


"Sorry," Ry hastily said awkwardly, turning a little red in the face.


"Don't worry about it," Charlie said, blushing as well.


"This is silly," Ry said, heaving a heavy sigh. "Come here." Ry
stretched out and pulled Charlie into his arms. "We don't need to be
awkward around each other."


"True," Charlie said, pressing himself against his big brother.


Ry squeezed Charlie and kissed him on the back of the head. He inhaled
the scent of his baby brother's soft, red hair, and he felt his dick
move. Panic started to kick in. He didn't want Charlie thinking the worst
of him, as if he was anything like Justin. Ry also didn't want to
encourage Charlie's sexual behavior towards him...but there was that
annoying, grating part of him that fantasized about Charlie rolling over,
kissing him, then working his way down..."I gotta go," Ry said
abruptly, as he tried to roll himself around the 10-year-old without
touching him.


"Where are you going?" Charlie asked, with concern in his voice.


"Bathroom," Ry said, as he hurried down the hall next to the stairs.
Once on the toilet, Ry grabbed his raging cock and jerked off with a
vengeance. He let his imagination go wild, remembering what it was like
to have Charlie's mouth wrapped around his head, sucking him off. Ry's
mouth went dry as he frequently spit on his cock for lube. "Fuuuuck,"
he tried to say quietly, as the contents of his balls exploded out his
angry cock.


"Feel better?" Charlie asked, as Ry climbed back onto the couch.


Ry pulled Charlie back into his arms and said, "Much, thanks."


"Hope you didn't hurt yourself," Charlie joked.


Ry wondered if Charlie was spying on him.


Another movie was added to the night. What was supposed to be a normal
comedy turned into a Rom-Com. Ry felt uncomfortable once more. He firmly
remembered his dreams about his son, and seeing the movie with the boy's
"other father" only made things worse. Luckily, Charlie fell asleep
halfway through.


Ry extracted himself, pulled the quilt on the back of the couch over
Charlie and went to bed. He didn't know why he did it, but Ry took off
all of his clothes, including his underwear. His heart raced at the
implications of his actions, but something in him wanted to know how
Charlie would react. Ry hoped that Charlie would see this as an
acknowledgment of Ry's awareness and not do anything...at least that was
his justification.


Charlie woke up to a dark living room. He was disappointed that Ry had
left him there, but it meant that Ry had gone to bed, and also meant he
could sneak in once more. Charlie quietly climbed the stairs and went to
his own room first. Once he stripped down to his underwear, he crept
silently across the hall to Ry's room.  He was careful opening the door,
since it had a small squeak to it. Charlie was just as careful closing
it. The last thing he wanted was for Ry to wake up or their Dad to come
out of his room. Once Charlie was certain Ry was asleep, he crossed the
room and softly climbed onto the bed.


Ry was on his back, waiting. He heard Charlie enter, despite his
brother's best efforts. Ry then heard the soft patter of Charlie's bare
feet move across the wood floor and lastly, the pressure on the mattress
as Charlie climbed on the bed next to him. Ry was hard instantly. The
anticipation was almost too much for him. He didn't know how Charlie
would react to seeing him naked, though...and somehow, it just made
things hotter.


Charlie laid against Ry's left side. The light in the room wasn't much,
but he could tell that Ry wasn't lying on his blankets in any way, so he
would be able to pull them back without issue. Charlie gently peeled back
the bedding and froze. Ry was naked. Charlie began to question the
situation. To his knowledge, Ry never slept naked...except that one time
months again, after Charlie accidentally peed on him. He looked up and
down his brother's exposed body and his eyes stopped at Ry's midsection.
He had never got a real, proper look at Ry before. Yes, they had seen
each other naked and even slept together that way once, but Charlie never
stopped to just look at how attractive Ry was. Charlie always overlooked
the many scars that stretched across Ry's body like roads on a map, but
in the faint light, Charlie couldn't see the scars but saw why Billy had
fallen for their brother in the first place.


Charlie ran his hand lightly across Ry's lithe chest, taking joy in the
softness of his brother's chest hair. Charlie then moved his hand down
Ry's stomach; just as fuzzy as his chest but much firmer and muscular.
Even at 17, Ry had a six pack. Charlie watched as Ry's dick twitched
invitingly at his touch. The closer Charlie's hand got, the more Ry's
massive cock moved and dripped.  Charlie went to work.


Ry fought moaning. Ry loved how naturally soft Charlie's chubby hands
were, as they moved up and down his cock. Despite having ejaculated a few
hours before, he had the stamina that only teenagers could muster and was
ready to cum again.  However, Charlie stopped. Ry felt his brother's
hands move from his body but felt movement next to him. Ry wanted to look
but didn't want to give anything away. Not yet, anyway, he lied to
himself. Ry then felt more of his blankets being moved away from his
body, as Charlie began to suck him off once more, this time with a lot
more vigor.


Charlie was pretty good about not drooling everywhere as he sucked a
dick. It was something Justin insisted on; however, Charlie had a plan
and that plan required a lot of lube. Once he was certain Ry was wet
enough, Charlie carefully got on his knees and straddled Ry's groin,
making sure to aim the slobber-covered cock at his own hungry hole.


Sensing Charlie's next move, Ry opened his eyes and said, as calmly as he
could, "Charlie what are you doing?"


***Coming Soon, Chapter 64***