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As we left the church I had a feeling of numbness in my legs. I honestly couldn't get my legs to move one foot infront of the other. Dad and Perry had to keep me upright until we reached the car. As we drove away, I took one more look at the church. This was it, Rachel was gone forever. I had hated her for what she had done, but still, Perry and I had known her almost our whole lives. Images of us playing in kindergarden, in our backyard and ofcourse images from when we were a couple came flashing back to me and no matter how hard Perry or Dad had tried to cheer me up, I wasn't up to talking or being friendly to anyone. All in all, I felt like fucking shit. Since that afternoon our father told us that Rachel had been murdered, I constantly wondered who would've done that to her. She was very popular, and everyone liked her, that was part of the reason why I didn't believe Perry at first when he told me that she was cheating on me. From that night on, I had slept alone in the livingroom each night, as I wasn't in the mood for Perry or Dad. My schoolwork wasn't what it should have been as I stayed at home ever since I heard about Rachel's death. My incest relationship with Perry was the last thing that I wanted to think about.

That afternoon after the funaral I was getting the couch ready by putting me pillows and blankets on it, and then getting on the couch myself. I reached up to pull the covers over me when I felt an hand on my shoulder. I looked to my left to see Perry there, starting at me. I layed down and refused to look at him. He sat down on the floor and brushed away the hair on my forehead, leaving his hand to linger for a moment, before resting on my shoulder.

"I still love you, you know."

I kept silent. What the fuck was this?

"Why won't you talk to me? I know what happened to Rachel was bad, but..."

I slienced him with one look.

"What a great time to tell me this. On the fucking day that she was buried! Fuck knows what you hope to achieve by this, Perry. What, did you think im gonna open my legs and tell you to fuck me? Come on, what are you waiting for? Fuck me, like a brother should!"

Perry stood up and walked out of the livingroom. I wanted to lie back down, when I saw the face of my father staring at me from the study.

"You come back here, Perry."

Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!

This was it. Now our father knew of me and Perry.

That we fucked.

That we love eachother.

All because I couldn't keep my fucking mouth shut.

"Did I hear correctly? Have you two been having sex? Ricardo? Perry?"

We could have denied it. We could have said that he we kidding around, but for the fact that we couldn't look at eachother or at Dad. That gave us away. In my case I was too ashamed and too humilated. Perry was just too scared, I guess. I could feel him shaking next to me. What the hell did I get us into?

"Well, I suppose we'll have to sit here all day, but you two are going to tell me what is going on here. On the other hand, I think it's all plain simple. My two boys are having sex with eachother. What the fuck were you two thinking? Not only are you both fucking boys, but, incase you hadn't noticed it after fourteen years, you are brothers! I can't believe you two! I didn't raise you to do this!"

"Dad, we love eachother," Perry said quietly.

"What? Well that explains it, doesn't it? So you loving eachother, gives you two full right having sex?"

"Dad, please! He was sad when Rachel was cheating on him, so he was like real mad and then..."

"Would you two please just...go to your room. I can't deal with this right now. Yeah, you too, Ricardo!"

Perry and I stepped into our room and slammed the door shut hard.

"Fuck, what the hell do we do now?" he said.

I went to sit on my bed and took a deep breath. Perry looked at me as if I was mad.

"Are you just going to sit there? Ricardo, we're in deep shit here! Dad knows! He knows!"

Still no remark, emotion or movement from me. Perry was pacing up and down the room as if his world was coming to an end. He was sweating and talking to himself furiously. The next thing I knew Perry was taking a suitcase from his cupboard and was throwing his clothes into it as quick as he could. That brought me out of my slumber; I mean what the fuck was he doing?

"Perry, what's with the suitcase?"

"Hello? Dad's going to kick us out, man! You think we can go to Aunt Finah? No, he will find out, no, oh my fuck, where will we go? Ricardo, man why did we do this? Oh, fuck! Shit, man!"

He was in a sort of hysteric trance and I took him into my arms. He was shaking like mad and he started to pull away from me. I determindly pulled him closer and held on to him tightly. It took some time, but he eventually started to calm down and putting his head on my chest. I could feel my shirt getting wet with his tears. I took his face into my hands and kissed him lightly on his forehead. He looked at me through his tears and then he pulled me into a fierce hug. We hugged for a minute or so when he pulled away slowly.

"Oh, Ricardo. What are we going to do? We have no where to go."

"Perry, listen to me. If Dad kicks us out, we will manage somehow. It won't be easy, but we love eachother, yeah? Im sorry that I have been such a dick lately; it's just such a shock of Rachel's death. She was my first love. I thought once that I would love her forever, maybe marry her. But now I know that I fell inlove with a lovely, sexy guy who just happens to be my brother. Our love will keep us going."

Suddenly the door opened. Perry and I looked at our Dad standing in the doorway, looking straight at us. He sighed and he showed us to sit on our beds. As Perry sat down on his bed, I decided to prove my love to him by sitting next to him, and taking his hand in mine, looking defiantly at our Dad. He gave us one look before he stood up and sat between us, forcing us apart.

"Firstly, I want you guys to know that I love each of you very much. You two are my children. That will never change. Secondly, I can't say that I approve of this...well this thing that's going on between the two of you. You are brothers and family. Sex should never happen between family members. Then again, you can't ever choose with who you fall in love with. I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but from what I heard, this isn't just some...cheap sex thing between you two. From what I just heard, you guys really love eachother. Now I know that you two are only fourteen years old. You have your whole lives ahead of you. There may come a time where you will both realise that this was sheer madness, or you may love eachother still after many years. I don't know what will happen in the future, but for now...I have decided to let you guys carry on with this. Like I said, this may fade out, or it may last. I want to give you the chance to discover and explore this...eh...relationship between you two."

"You mean...you are not throwing us out?"

"Perry, I will never do that! Never in a million years! How could you guys ever think that?"

Perry and I looked at eachother and then we both jumped on our dad out of sheer happiness. We loved him and he was making this huge sacrifice, one of thousands that he had already, because he loved us.

"Just another thing. If you two could just not...kiss infront of me for the next few days, I would appreciate it. Nothing major, but I need to get used to this kind of behaviour between you. Well, come and help me with dinner."

We had a great time. And an even greater Dad. Shit, I knew of a lot of people that would have disowned and thrown their kids out of their home for being gay, even worse if it were brothers. Dad was great. Perry and I told Dad to relax and then he and I washed the dishes. We didn't once let our hands touch or let out some sign of our love. After that we watched some TV and just chilled. When it got late, Dad told us he was going to bed.

"Be sure to switch the lights off and clean up here. Goodnight. Oh, and if you were planning to do something sexual tonight, please keep it down. Im still not sure about allowing you to do this, but I trust you and I love you. Night again."

It was with true love in our eyes that we wished our Dad a good night as well before relaxing against the couch once more. I sat with my arm around Perry as he leaned against my chest. I decided to surprise him and I put my hand inside his pants, touching his cock. Perry gasped out loud as I put my hand inside his boxers and stroked his bare cock. He put his hand underneath my shirt and rubbed my nipples and I had to put my fist into my mouth as he sucked my left and then my right nipple into his mouth. I lifted my hand from his cock and put it around his neck. He lifted his head up and we kissed, our inner souls making contact and our love shining like a golden fleece around us. Suddenly I pulled back. Perry looked at me questioningly as I stood up and ran my fingers through my hair with sweat running down my face.

"What's wrong? Did I hurt you...?"

"No, Perry no. Not you. Rachel."

It came at the most strangest moment. As I kissed Perry, it reminded me of the one and only time that Rachel and I came so close to making love. Why the fuck now?

"Im sorry, bro. I can't get her out of my head. She's all I could think of this past week. Perry, I love you and you know that, but I can't do this, not tonight. God, Perry don't cry, please!"

I knelt down beside him and kissed his face and neck as he cried. Once again, Rachel's face sprung up into my mind. I stood up, so fucking frustrated; I mean she was dead for heaven's sake!

Perry pulled me close. He grabbed me like he had never before and held on to me as if his life depended on it.

"I love you, I love you," he told me over and over and over.

"Perry, im sorry if I hurt you. You will never lose me. Never. I will never let you go."

"But Rachel..." he cried.

"Fucking forget Rachel! I love you and only you. Nothing will change that."

Perry looked up at me and wiped his tears. His mood had changed so quickly that it actually frightned me.

"How will I ever forget that I killed Rachel?" Perry asked.

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