Date: Fri, 20 Aug 2021 01:00:00 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 60 (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 13, 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 60 It had been a very long day, and Kyle was exhausted. Ry had finally come home after months and would be living with him for the foreseeable future. Kyle was allowed to keep his large bed in the room, though things had to be rearranged to accommodate Ry's wheelchair, which took him from the time he woke up to just before bedtime. His boyfriend wasn't walking yet, but his speech had gotten better. Ry was in great spirits, finally able to eat real food. Luckily, Rick's cooking skills had greatly improved. Just before everyone settled in for the night, Rick gave Ry a bath. Ry was very self-conscious. It didn't help that he had to wear a diaper, since his body hadn't fully recovered. Rick assured his oldest boy that he used to change Kyle and Charlie all the time, since Ronda had a sensitive gag reflex. Ry was able to do most of the washing, while Rick got the places Ry couldn't quite reach due to his limited paralysis. Rick took the opportunity to have some bonding time with his new son. They talked about school, Ry's game--which Rick didn't understand--and anything else that took Ry's mind off of being naked in front of him. Rick, at one point, had to keep his other sons from coming to hang out, feeling that Ry didn't need an audience. He knew they were just happy Ry was, but Ry sometimes looked on the verge of tears with embarrassment and humiliation. Ry had scattered tufts of hair on his face, so Rick handed him a razor. When Ry looked confused and embarrassed by his confusion, Rick gently said, "I take it you've never shaved before." "I asked my--" Ry started. He couldn't bring himself to say "dad" without a wave of emotions hitting him. "Okay," Rick said. "I understand. Is it okay if I show you?" "Yes, please," Ry croaked. He couldn't help feeling sad and elated at once. He wished his biological father had wanted to teach him how to be a man, but was so happy that Rick was now his dad. Rick explained how to use the shaving gel he used. After making sure Ry wasn't allergic to it, Rick softly put the creamy substance on Ry's cheeks, chin and neck, before playfully bobbing the boy on the nose. Ry chuckled at his dad's immaturity. Rick showed Ry how to hold the handle. After seeing that Ry couldn't quite manage with either hand, Rick took it back and reassured his son that he'll be able to do it on his own in no time. Rick took his time shaving Ry. He'd never shaved somebody else and was secretly worried he'd cut Ry. Thankfully, Ry managed to get a smooth shave without losing a drop of blood. After helping Ry out of the tub, Rick helped dry and dress him. It was awkward for them both, as Ry had to hold himself up, arms wrapped around Rick's neck, so Rick could get another diaper on Ry. The same process was done for Ry's pajama bottoms. Ry kept apologizing, but Rick only kissed the boy on the cheek and told him that there was no need to apologize. Rick wheeled Ry into his and Kyle's room. Kyle was already in bed, and Rick wondered if his middle son was naked under the blankets. His query was answered when Kyle got out of bed in his boxers to help Rick get Ry into bed. Ry still had issues transferring from his wheelchair, so Kyle did most of the work. Once Ry was settled, Rick kissed both of his boys, told him that he loved them, and told them goodnight, as he closed the door and turned off the light. "Hi," Kyle said. He looked into Ry's gorgeous eyes and smiled. "Hi," Ry said, returning Kyle's gaze. Kyle leaned in and kissed Ry, who returned it in kind. Kyle pulled away first. "I've missed you so much." "I've missed you more," Ry said. He reached a shaky hand out and took Kyle's hand. Kyle blushed and kissed Ry once more. Kyle slowly opened his eyes to just slits, a grin growing on his lips. The room was pitch black, so he closed his eyes and took in the magical sensation growing between his legs. He didn't want Ry to feel any pressure, since he had just come home. Kyle also wasn't sure if Ry would be in the mood, or even able to get an erection. But recognized the familiar sensations of a warm, moist mouth over his hard cock. The tongue lapped and licked at him. Normally, Ry asked Kyle before they did anything sexual, but this surprise blow job was definitely a turn-on. He laid as still as he could, not sure if Ry intended to wake him or if Ry enjoyed messing with someone while they slept. Not knowing only made Kyle harder. He wasn't able to keep still any longer. Kyle slowly moved his hands to the head that was bobbing up and down on his manhood. His first sensation, aside from the blow job, was hair. At first, Kyle visualized Ry's face under the blanket. His boyfriend's lips wrapped tightly around Kyle's shaft, his tongue sliding over his circumcised head. But there was something nagging at the back of Kyle's mind; something wasn't quite right, but Kyle couldn't put his finger on it. Kyle decided to thrust against Ry's rhythm to get a longer stroke. As Kyle moved his hips forward to meet Ry's face moving towards his freshly trimmed pubic hair, Kyle felt his dick bottom out in Ry's mouth, quickly followed by an unfamiliar gagging sound. Kyle last measured himself at just over four inches, and Ry had never had an issue going all the way down on him; in fact, Ry often insisted that he try to deep throat Kyle, with no luck. It was then that Kyle figured out what had been bothering him. The hair he had been running his fingers through was a lot shorter than it was when they went to bed. Kyle moved his hands from the back of the person's head to their face. For the first time since he woke up, he let out a gasp. Kyle felt the small, round, chubby cheeks he knew to be his little brothers! Kyle felt his heart thundering against his chest. Charlie wasn't hindered or bothered by Kyle touching his face. If anything, it only encouraged the seven-year-old. Charlie's mouth seemed to work in time with Kyle's pulse. Kyle stopped moving. Shock overtook him, and he felt as paralyzed as Ry's legs. Kyle could now feel the weight of his boyfriend laying next to him. How Ry hadn't woken up to Charlie's movements was beyond Kyle. Charlie's gay? Kyle thought. All the times he had had sex with Rick, Kyle never once even considered Charlie as any form of potential lover. Thinking about it started to gross him out, but there was a part of him, however, that really, really wanted this. Charlie pulled his mouth away from Kyle's still erect penis. Kyle could feel his baby brother moving up the bed towards his face. Kyle also felt Charlie's small, uncut dick sliding up his leg. He's naked! Kyle screamed, internally. Kyle opened his eyes just as Charlie's grinning face came up from under the covers. The little boy put a single figure up to his lips, indicating that his older brother should remain quiet. Kyle noticed that Charlie's pudgy body was slick, and he guessed that his brother was covered in his own pre-cum. Kyle wanted to push Charlie off of him or yell for their dad, but he wasn't able to move or talk for fear. Charlie gently pushed Kyle onto his back and finished climbing on top. Charlie leaned in and clumsily kissed Kyle on the lips. Kyle could feel Charlie's tongue trying to enter his mouth, but Kyle was too terrified to let it happen. Charlie sat up, exposing his completely naked form. Kyle looked into Charlie's dark, brown eyes and saw a glint of mischievousness in them. Kyle felt like he was about to have a heart attack, as his little brother reached back and began to stroke Kyle's cock, getting him harder. No, no, no, no, no, Kyle pleaded in his head, still unable to say a word of protest, but Charlie only continued with his plan. Charlie lifted himself a little, before sitting himself atop Kyle's pre-ejaculate soaked penis. Kyle managed another gasp as he felt Charlie's very tight hole start to open for him. Charlie paused a little before lowering himself once more. Before either boy knew it, Charlie's soft, plumb, smooth ass was resting on Kyle's hips and tight balls. Kyle closed his eyes and tried thinking of anything else, as Charlie began to slowly slide up and down his naturally well-lubed cock. However, nothing took his mind away from his baby brother fucking him. Kyle felt Charlie reach down and take his right hand. His brother put Kyle's hand on the flesh covered tip of his own cock. Kyle could feel Charlie's baby hard-on. Charlie moved his hips, so that he could ride Kyle's cock and fuck his big brother's hand at the same time. Kyle could feel his brother's tiny, hairless balls sliding over his pubes. It reminded him of when Rick had done the same to him the first time Kyle was in his dad. The memory of Rick and the sensations Charlie was giving him were too much for Kyle. Unable to stop himself, Kyle lost control and emptied his testicles inside of Charlie. Charlie moaned as well, and Kyle could feel the boy's rectum tighten and quiver, and Kyle also could feel Charlie's little dick twitch in his hand, as Charlie had his first orgasm. "Why?" Kyle managed to whisper. "You did this with our dad and brother," Charlie impishly whispered back, "so I thought it was my turn." Kyle felt Charlie get up. His cum dripped from Charlie's sticky ass, and his cock slapped him hard...like too hard...impossibly hard. His balls hurt a lot from it. Kyle let out a cry of pain and opened his eyes. He hastily turned on the lamp next to him. Charlie wasn't there. It was just him and Ry, who's hand twitched hitting Kyle in the groin. Kyle moved Ry's hand, as he got out of bed. He was still wearing his boxers, but they were soaked and sticky. His boner was deflating. He removed his underwear and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. As he came out, he saw Rick in the hall. They both ignored Kyle's nakedness, as Kyle asked, "Is Charlie sleeping with you?" "Yeah. Why, Buddy?" Rick asked. "Nothing," Kyle replied. He walked to his door, paused and asked, "Has he been with you the entire night?" "Yes," Rick said, with a questioning tone. "He's been with me since we put Ry to bed. What's wrong?" "It's nothing," Kyle said, distantly, trying to mentally scrub his brain. "Goodnight, Dad." Rick kissed Kyle on the head and was a little taken aback at Kyle's flinch. He made a mental note to ask more in the morning. Kyle sat on the edge of his bed, trying to forget everything he had just drempt. He felt nauseous. Kyle had never thought of Charlie like that, and it made him ill to think of his baby brother sexually...but there must have been some truth to it, Kyle countered in his mind. The Charlie in his dream mentioned that Kyle had had sex with their dad and brother. But I'm not related to them, Kyle reasoned...but, maybe, because they're just as good as related, I'm turned on by them...? Kyle thought. Kyle shook his head to clear his thoughts. "This isn't right," Kyle sighed, before getting under the blankets. He tried going back to sleep, but it was no use. Not only did the dream keep playing over and over in his mind, stopping him from resting, he kept getting reminded of the dream as he felt his own wet spot under himself. "Ugh, this isn't right." ***Coming Soon, Chapter 61***