Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2022 18:01:18 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Love you, Kiddo

HOLA PEEPS!

Been yonks since I last wrote something for the Incest archive, and it
always remains one of my favourite sections to read.

Hope ya'll are all doing well xx

Enjoy this one, I had a blast writing it!

Peace and love,
Ryan


LOVE YOU, KIDDO
CHAPTER ONE
By Ryan White


TEN YEARS EARLIER

"You sure you wanna do this?"

Fifteen-year-old Marty bit the bottom of his lip slightly and his eyes
sparkled. He desperately wanted to say yes, but on the other hand, this
went against EVERYTHING he was taught to believe in growing up. What they
were about to do...this was a mortal sin, even bigger than committing
adultery or even suicide...but dear God in Heaven...the shy virgin teenager
couldn't stop himself.

"More than anything else in my entire life..." he whispered back his
answer, and received a warm, relieved smile from the person sitting
opposite him on his queen size bed, inside his bedroom in their double
story apartment.

He couldn't stop staring at said person, when Marty received that smile, as
beautiful on someone else's face as he had ever seen in his fifteen years,
and his breathing quickening instantly as he saw said face coming ever so
closer, and closer...until he could feel the warm minty breath coming from
the opposite side.

They leaned in and Marty's eyes widened as he felt someone's else lips
touch that of his own for the first time. The kiss started out slow and
meaningful, until he decided to respond with the sheer emotional feelings
of his own, kissing the person back, closing his eyes in utter sexual
desire...his pulse cascading inside his body and the blood rushing to his
groin all at the same time. He could hear the other person sigh with equal
sexual pleasure before he felt a hand reach up to his shoulder, first
slowly, caressing what said hand found there, until the hand reached
upwards and caressed his face...he wasn't an expert in any of this, but he
swore he felt the love spreading from those fingertips and straight into
his heart.

Marty released the kiss because he was simply out of breath, he couldn't
take it anymore, after all this was his first time, all these sudden
strange, yet awesome feelings that ripped through his young boyish
body. His fifteen-year-old teenage dick, five and a half inches hard the
last time he has measured, felt like STEEL at that moment and time, my god,
he was harder down there than he ever had thought remotely possible.

He saw a smile as on his friend's face as they opened their own eyes and
smiled at him so incredibly happy, they looked like they had a hanger
inside there. Marty snickered too, as he slowly, but surely, took the hand
of said friend and leaned in one more time...carving, yearning, WANTING
those lips on his yet again...

"Marty, where the hell have you been...?"

If ever there were two people had been pulled apart by pure epidemic
fright, that was then, as Marty's father Chris Foster, stood inside the
door of his oldest son's bedroom, complete with his mother, who at the time
was carrying his beloved five-year-old little brother in his arms.

Marty started shaking and he turned red as beetroot, he couldn't bear to
look at his dad, but he had no other choice...he quickly glanced to the
person who had been on the opposite of him this entire time...the person
who he had just sheer moments before shared his first ever kiss with...the
person who he had come to fall in love with, who he wanted to be with more
than life itself...the one person in this world to whom he could finally,
at last, just be HIMSELF with...truly as an equal.

That person was his best friend, Dylan Ramsay.

**

Needless to say, his father didn't share those feelings about what he had
just seen his son and his best friend do.

"Get out. GET OUT!" Marty's dad screamed like a fucking imbecile when Dylan
didn't make a move after the first command, most probably because he knew
what was going to happen to him if his own parents would find out what he
and Marty had just been doing...in this conversative little town they were
living in, that was unthinkable!

Dylan grabbed his shirt and near damn RAN out of Marty's room with such
lightning speed, he nearly knocked over Marty's mother and his little kid
bro in the process. Marty himself stood up, also shirtless, his boyish
tummy having made way from a decent four pack abs in the years of puberty,
his young chest heaving up and down at a ferocious pace, scared to death
about what was about to happen.

"Never in my life...NEVER IN MY LIFE...I would have thought I would spawn
one of you. One of you...sick freaks of this world. My own god damn son!
How DARE you bring this satanism inside this house? HOW DARE YOU?"

"Chris! Chris, please don't hurt him!" Marty's mom, Karen, shouted out in
sheer desperation, clutching to little Kai, who had started to cry
uncontrollably, what with all the sudden noise that was going on.

"Why not? Its because YOU have been coddling him all these years and making
him soft that he has ended up like this! THIS IS ALL ON YOU!" Marty's dad
shouted, his eyes red and bloodshot because of the morbid anger flowing
through him.

Marty, meekly, just stood there, terrified at what was happening. He knew
how his dad felt about homosexuality, Jesus, how EVERYONE in his god
forsaken town felt about that specific topic, but he always hoped and
prayed when and if they ever found out that he was in all probability, gay,
that somehow, because he was THEIR son, that they would understand...

"I don't want you to EVER see that boy again!"

"We've been friends since Kindergar..."

"I DON'T GIVE A SHIT! No child of mine, and I mean this, NO child of mine
will be a flaming homo! I'd rather kill you myself! My god, what would you
grandfather say if he knew? The fucking shame!"

"Chris, lets just talk this through..."

"No, Karen! I've said my peace. You, get dressed. Go and take a shower
because you STINK! And GET out of my face!"

"Yes, sir..." Marty mumbled and grabbed his shirt from where it had fell
when Dylan had removed it earlier. The tears were streaming down his face
as he heard his mother and father continue going at it downstairs. This was
ALL his fucking fault...

While he waited for the shower to heat up, he saw that Kai had been placed
on their parents' bed...his mother probably didn't want him hearing more of
their father's ranting and raving any more...gently playing with his toy
cars as if nothing had just happened. As he came closer, he saw the streaks
of tears down the little boy's face, evidently not all dried up after he
had apparently stopped crying.

Marty sat down on the bed and gently rubbed his little brother's back. He
sniffed but of course the little boy couldn't hear him. Kai was born with
complete deafness in his left ear, which meant he only had 50% hearing in
his little short life. No wonder the little rascal cried so much when their
dad suddenly flew off the handles and lost it just now...so much silence
happening his Kai's own little world only to have been disturbed by a
sudden blast of noise, and that from hi own father...it would have been
enough to frighten any little five-year-old, not even to mention one that
was already hard of hearing.

"I love you, Kiddo..." Marty whispered and placed a gentle kiss on the
little boy's blond head of hair, to which the latter immediately looked up,
and upon seeing his older brother, Kai smiled happily and pushed one of his
Micro Machine toy trucks emphatically towards Marty.

"Play! We play!" he said, or more like, demanded, with his sweet, angelic
little voice.

If Marty didn't know it already, he knew it then, felt it, and treasured
it. He would always be there for his kid brother, what ever he may need or
whatever would happen. Kai was his little piece of sanity in a world that
was just waiting to judge and destroy him for who he truly was. This little
guy loved his big brother unconditionally, no matter if he was gay or
straight...and Marty knew that in turn, he loved this little angel boy more
than anything in this world.

**

"CHRIS, NO! NO! YOU CAN'T DO THAT!"

"I can and I will, I am the man of this house and what I say, goes. You,
Marty, pack your bags, every little thing you own, and make sure you do a
fucking decent job, because I don't want ANYTHING of you left in his
house."

Marty was shocked beyond belief...he could hear the words what his father
was saying but somehow, they failed to properly register inside his
brain...his arm was still in mid air from where he had wanted to reach for
his glass of Coke...the dinner room table was as silent as it ever has
been.

"Chris, please..."

"You wanna go with him, Karen?"

More silence.

"Honey, he's our son...our first born...you can't do this...where is Marty
supposed to go?"

"He should have thought of that BEFORE he chose this lifestyle!" Chris spat
out in sheer disgust.

Marty swallowed. Slowly. This wasn't happening. This was stiff you only
read about in newspapers...this always happened to OTHER people, never to
him...Please God, this couldn't be happening...this was all a dream...just
a very, very intense dream...

He stiffened when his dad looked in in the eye for the first time since
catching himself and Dylan in his bedroom hours before...the hairs on his
arm standing erect in complete and utter fright.

"I don't care where you go, and I don't care what you do with your
life. You are NOT my son. You cannot be my son. Never in the history of
this family have there been homosexuals and I am not going to start having
it happen now. So, you get your things, every single last inch of them, and
you GET OUT! Karen...if you even THINK of trying to protect him or trying
to change my mind, I'm throwing you out and all. This is MY house. Show
some RESPECT!"

After about thirty or so seconds of total silence around the dinner table,
Marty slowly stood up from where he was still seated, his full plate of
food still untouched, his eyes still flickering over the warm normality of
seeing Shephard's Pie inside the bain-marie dish...like his mother had
always made ever since he could remember...he saw Kai's huge
emerald-coloured eyes as he turned around, the tears once more streaming
down his face, and slowly walked to his bedroom.

**

"Marty?"

Marty wiped his tears angrily before looking upwards and seeing his
mother's face around the corner of the door. He sighed and continued
throwing his belongings into one of the two huge sports bags his father had
gotten him when the school went on a camping trip the previous year. He
smelled his mom's perfume as she reached out and took hold of his hands and
held the two together to her chest.

"Marty...oh my boy, I don't know what to even say..."

"You didn't even try and stop him, Mom..."

"How can I? He made me leave my job when we got married! This house is in
his name? All I have is thanks to him! My baby boy...why did you...I
mean...why Dylan of all people when there are so many cute and beautiful
girls in your class? Why, for the love of God, did you do THIS?"

Karen's whispers sent shivers down his spine, but for once in his life,
Marty felt like he had to stand up for what was right, for who he was, and
for who he was not, and never could be. His mother was going to hear his
side of the story, even if it killed him. He grabbed a pair of socks and
viciously chucked it into the sports bag before clearing his throat.

"Mom...I'm sorry. I really am. You have no idea...but this...me and
Dylan...it didn't just happen. I've been feeling this way about...about
boys, my entire life. Remember when I watched Captain Planet as a kid? You
know why I loved that show? Because the dude had muscles. I really, really
liked him. And why do you think I was so crazy about Pokemon? I had the
biggest crush on Ash! Not even to mention when you and dad always watched
that 7th Heaven show, I couldn't stop staring at the guy who played Simon!
Mom...this didn't just HAPPEN. I didn't choose this! This is me...this is
who I am. And if you and dad can't accept me as I am, then yeah, maybe it
is better that I live in a park or where ever, rather than here."

Karen sniffed and took her son in her arms. Marty actually felt her tears
stain his neck and t-shirt that he was wearing, but he held onto her for
dear life, just like she did to him. Together, mother and son stood inside
his bedroom until Karen gently broke away and she kissed his forehead.

"Here, take this," she whispered hoarsely, wiping away more tears with the
back of her hand, before placing a couple of bills inside his right hand,
before quickly dashing over to his cell phone and inserting a number into
the contact directory as fast as she could.

"KAREN! HAS THE HOMO GONE YET?" came his father's thunder from down stairs.

Karen turned back towards his eldest son and gave his phone back to
him. Hastily, she signalled for him to come closer to her.

"We don't have much time, your father is really angry right now...listen to
me and listen well, I have an aunt that lives on the West Coast, phone her
immediately and explain to her what happened. I promise you she'll
understand. More than you think, really, just trust me. There is enough
money there for a bus ticket. Just promise me you'll be safe...and
Marty...Marty..."

Karen's eyes filled with more tears before she coughed with emotion and
quickly left the room. Marty's chest heaved...she seriously wasn't going to
stand up to her husband and protect her son?

Jesus!

**

"Dad..."

"Get out.

"Dad, can I at least say good bye to Kai?"

Chris turned around and faced his son, with little Kai wrapped tightly in a
blanket, and he stepped a few feet away from Marty.

"You think Im gonna allow YOU, to touch my only remaining son? To corrupt
his brain as well as yours, so that soon he'll turn out like you? You have
a hope in hell. You'll never see Kai ever again, not as long as I
live...NOW GET OUT!"

More tears rolled down Marty's cheek as his dad turned his back onto
him. His mother was sitting at the dinner table, his own eyes and cheeks
streaked with tears but she didn't dare say anything. Marty took one last
look at the home he had lived in for fourteen years, before he bravely
grabbed his sports bag and opened the front door.

"Marty play! We play!"

Jesus Christ...

Marty dropped his bag and rushed towards his dad with a speed that he
didn't realise he ever had, and viciously grabbed Kai from him. He hugged
his little brother with a passion and a love that he had never felt for
anyone...ever since Kai had been born, he had not been away from him for
more than three days. This was his little buddy...his little dude who
always, always loved him, no matter what he did wrong...they may have been
born ten years apart but the bond between him and Kai had been there since
the very beginning. The thought of leaving him here...

"Gonna miss you, Kiddo..." he whispered to Kai, kissing his blond hair,
before walking over to his mother and handing Kai to her. Without as much
as a look back, Marty grabbed his bag, his eyes blinded with tears, and
stormed out of the house.

**



PRESENT DAY



"Morning, beautiful..."

Marty felt his fiance's arms lovingly encircle his midriff and moaned
softly as Ian's soft lips caressed his neck. He giggled and sighed even
more as he felt Ian's right arm reach down further and give his soft cock a
pat or two before he turned around and faced the man who would become his
husband in about two months' time.

"Morning yourself, hey why aren't you sleeping? I heard you come in at
what...four in the morning?"

Ian leaned forward and kissed Marty softly before squeezing his hand,
reaching out with the other for some orange juice before gulping it down.

"Fucking nectar of the gods, this...no, we had some action going on at the
station. Some teenage idiots broke in to a warehouse near the coast and
dude, you don't wanna know the damage. It's the fourth time this month, and
we can never catch them. Spare a fucking thought for them if the owners
ever find those delinquents, at least, they're angry as hell. Anyway, it's
a public holiday, and no school, so I should be asking YOU, why aren't YOU
still in bed..." Ian laughed as he kissed Marty one more time before making
his way over to the kitchen table, grabbing two slices of toast and
starting to butter them.

Marty smirked as his watched the man he loved. There was something about
having a cop...especially a hot cop like Ian, as your lover and boyfriend.

Couple of weeks ago, Ian asked the Big Question in front of all their
friends and his family members, and he couldn't give a different answer,
than a resounding yes. He loved Ian so much, he was there for him in a time
where he really needed someone...Marty shook his head. Ain't ever going
back there. Not even in thought.

**

"Alright guys, that's your homework for tomorrow, class dismissed!"

Marty paused as the kids all tried to be the first out of the classroom and
spat off into their home directions. It was the last class of the day after
all, and the last place they'd wanna spend extra time in, was
here. Chuckling, he has seen it all in his five years of teaching.

Twenty-five years of age and he still had a flickering of yearning every
time he saw a good-looking boy, especially if the boy had no idea that he
had said good looks to his name.

Marty sighed. It has been ten years since he had his first ever kiss with a
boy, and he often wondered what happened to Dylan after he was forced to
flee his family home and come and live with Aunt Gertrude all the way here
in the South African West Coast. He was miles and miles from the town he
called home for fifteen years, and to be honest, he preferred it that way.

He never, ever wanted to sit foot there, ever again. It took years to get
over what his parents had done to him and all he wanted to do was to
forget, because he was done with that part of his life.

He often tried searching for Dylan of social media apps such as Twitter or
Facebook, but he never found him. Either Dylan wasn't on there or he simply
wanted to make sure that Marty never found him. Either way, he had moved on
with Ian, the first boy he had met when he moved here. Aunt Gertrude was
the most open, most friendly, most genuine person that he had ever met, and
he immediately realised why his mother trusted her to take care of her
oldest son...turns out Aunt Gertrude was a lesbian, and had been through
pretty much the same shit that Marty had been.

Rejected by her family, forced to move away from their constant judging and
hatred towards something that she couldn't control ever if she wanted to.

Ian and his parents happened to live next door to Aunt Gertrude, and it was
literally friendship at first sight for the two boys. Time past and each
boy, with every week, month and year coming and going found themselves more
and more attracted, and eventually, more and more in love with the other.

Marty though, was still that shy teenager that as thrown out of his house,
and it took a fair few years for him to trust Ian completely, but when the
boys were eighteen, they couldn't hide anymore. That first kiss between
them, that first confession for both that they were besotted with each
other, was something precious to behold, and would forever be cherished for
both. And they were still together, even after all these years. Engaged to
be married and all.

That's another day done, Marty thought as he packed his belongings and
walked out of his classroom and towards the parking lot where his car
was. As he did so, being the fairly popular teacher that he was, he got
greetings and goodbyes from several students waiting to be picked up by
their parents, and once more, that nagging feeling in his heart and crotch,
pleasured...and disturbed him...every single time that he saw a hot teenage
boy.

At this time of day, they were culpable to remove their jackets...standing
around, shooting the shit with their friends and girlfriends, riding their
bikes, showing off...they looked so...raw...HAWT in their school wear that
Marty had to force himself in thinking about Aunt Gertrude naked in order
to calm down.

This feeling of having an urge for teenage boys he could only put down to
never, ever having an actual boyfriend when he himself was a teen. He and
Ian only got together after graduation. And as for Dylan...things were
better left unsaid.

Marty carefully took another longing look at two boys who were busy playing
some or other video game on their Nintendo Switch, their smiles
evident...so beautiful...so innocent and sexy...Jesus!

Groaning angrily, Marty got into his car and sped off home.

He had this unbearable, desperate urge to see Ian...right now.

**

Marty was almost home when the traffic light turned red just before he had
reached the intersection. URGH! Today was just not his day!

He stopped at the robot and more than a little impatiently, tapped his
fingers on the steering wheel. After all of that at the school with those
boys, all he wanted was to get home to his fiance and have all the sex that
his tired body could muster. He knew that Ian worked night shift, so they
still had a couple of hours before Ian had to clock in at the station. He
could still make it, if only this DAMN robot would turn RED!

A smash sound as loud as the hills, and broken shards of glass flying
everywhere, suddenly and inexplicitly, roared in from the passenger window
and completely startled Marty. As if in a dream, he saw two boys savagely
pull open the door, the one climbed in at the back whilst the other plonked
himself on the passenger seat and sharply and quickly held a gun to Marty's
head.

"Drive. I SAID DRIVE!"

Marty saw that the robot had not turned red as of yet, but with a steel
hard cold gun locked and most probably loaded and pointed to his head, that
changed things. He charged across the red light and somewhere in his mind
he knew there would be a speeding fine in the mail tomorrow, but that was
LAST thing he could worry about now. These kids couldn't have been older
than the boys in his class, fourteen or fifteen at the most, the one
holding the gun even had a light dash of hair across his upper lip.

"Okay...Okay, I'll do whatever you guys want, just don't shoot me, I beg
you..." Marty said quietly, while he kept his eyes on the road, while he
heard the idiot in the back seat laugh manically at his words.

"Shut up, will ya? We're not killers, are we, K-Dog?"

"Course not, not unless you wanna DIE..." said the teen in the passenger
seat, the nuance fully and threateningly on the last word of his sentence,
and pressing the ice-cold loop of the gun even more against Marty's
temple. Marty closed his eyes and sped up, the boys didn't say where they
wanted to be, but he kinda figured they would tell him should they get
there.

For a good thirty minutes, there was complete and utter silence in the car,
whilst Marty was very much aware of the impending danger to his right-hand
side...the one at the back didn't have a gun, but that wasn't to say he
wasn't armed.

At last, when they reached the outskirts of town, at the end of Vredenbrug,
on the tarred and gravel road heading to the fishing town of Saldanha, and
finally, after hours, it felt, that was when the back seat teen slapped his
buddy in the front on his shoulder and pointed towards a huge warehouse
that seemed to be deserted at the side of the road.

"That's it! Over there!" he shouted and Marty felt goosebumps spreading
over his body as the teen manoeuvred his way to the front.

"What you say?" asked the blond one with the gun in his hand.

"Are you fucking deaf? I said the fucking warehouse is RIGHT THERE!"

"You sure it's this one, dude?"

"K-Dog, I'm not fucking stupid! Rhino told his this was the place! Hey old
dude, stop this thing and let us out!"

Cool, and as calmly as he could, Marty breathed in...and out...in...and out
before he pulled the car to a standstill.

Both the boys got out of the car and seemed to start bickering over who was
going to phone this "Rhino" person to ask if he was here, as the place
really seemed to be deserted. Marty didn't know if he could drive off yet,
the blond boy was still holding that fucking gun in his hand...he really
didn't wanna take away chances.

The boys were still bickering when all of a suddenly, as clear as day, a
solid round of police sirens could be heard, and they were closer than what
it first appeared. The boys looked at each other with more than fear in
their eyes and seemed dead on their feet. Within seconds, three police cars
were on them in a flash, and Marty's eyes doubled over as he saw one of the
officers was in fact Ian! The latter literally burst out of the police car
he was driving and hurled himself towards Marty.

"Marty! Geez, are you okay? Did they hurt you?" his fiance asked, and
embraced him at such a lightening speed that Marty thought HE was being
ambushed, not the teens. He shook his head as if he had concussion, and
then finally opened his eyes...he wasn't dreaming, it was really Ian who
was holding him tightly in his arms.

"How...when...all of this...?"

"Did you forget your car has a tracker? When the station got the call from
Knightsbridge Security, they immediately called me. Don't worry, you're
safe. More than I can say for the pieces of scum over there..."

Ian hissed at the two teenage boys who the cops had in handcuffs by now and
were busy taking their statements. They were both underaged, so they
couldn't be taken straight to jail, that Marty knew. He stood up, caressed
Ian's back one last time, before he strutted over to the two. Both boys
seemed not only to realise they were in deep trouble, but they kept looking
over to the warehouse, and Marty suddenly remembered something.

"Officer, I don't know if they told you, but they were waiting for someone
named Rhino...apparently, they were supposed to meet him here."

The two teens shot daggers at Marty but they kept on being quiet and didn't
say a word. The cop took his eyes off the boys and sighed.

"Rhino...it just had to be one of the most dangerous criminals this area
has ever seen, doesn't it? Fuck! I'm sorry, Marty, but in light of this,
you'll need to come to the station. You need to make a statement about all
that happened, its protocol. Come on boys, in you go!"

Being a school teacher, Marty didn't think it was needed to actually
manhandle the boys and chuck them head first into the back of a police van,
but after what they had done, they probably deserved it. Still...

Ian walked past Marty and bent down, picking something from the gravel, it
was way too shiny, with the sun shining down on it, that Marty couldn't see
what it was.

"Yo guys, we got a library card here! Which one of you wankers are... Kai
Foster?

Marty froze.

His palms were sweaty within seconds.

His heart was beating faster than that of a hamster.

No.

No.

No!

Turning around and facing the teen boys, he pushed Ian out of the way, the
latter just about keeping his balance, and pushed his face into the bars of
the van as much as he could.

"What's your problem, faggot?" the one with dirty black hair asked, his
bravado suddenly back after being arrested...but it was the one who had the
gun to his head the entire time...the blond boy...the one with the...Jesus
Christ...with the emerald-coloured eyes...that he couldn't stop staring at.

God in heaven...could it be?

"Kiddo..." Marty whispered so softly, that both boys simply stared at each
other and then snickered at the sight they were seeing.

"Dude's totally tripping..." the blond boy said and leaned forward to face
Marty.

"Kiddo?" Marty again whelped, tears streaming down his cheeks just like
they did ten massive years ago, when he last saw his kid brother before
him.

The blond boy licked his lips and rolled his eyes at Marty.

"Who are you calling, a homo? Suck my dick, fucker!" he said, before high
fiving his buddy, sending cackling laughter throughout the van.

Marty gasped...Kai was born with 50% hearing in his left ear...this
couldn't differentiate between hearing "kiddo" and not "homo" ...

**

"Take them away!"

"NO, YOU CAN'T!"

Ian turned towards Marty, who was shaking like a tree branch during a
tornado, as he ran over to him. With desperate need, he clung to Ian and he
shook his head, his eyes teary and watershed. Ian caressed his shoulders
and tried his best to calm Marty down.

"Babe...look, I've been through scores of these, its just the shock
talking, okay? Those two will be fine, I promise you. We just have to take
them to the station..."

"I SAID, NO! YOU CAN'T!"

Even Ian's colleagues now were baffled at Marty who so badly and
pathetically, really refused the boys to be arrested.

Ian leaned forward and kissed Marty's forehead.

"Why not, Babe? After what they've done? Don't you want them to pay for
kidnapping you?"

"NO!"

Ian's eyes narrowed.

"Tell me why. What did they say? What did they do to you?"

Marty looked back at the van and then back at his fiance.

"Because...because I think the blond boy is my kid brother!"

**

THANKS FOR READING!

Wow...this one took a lot outta me. If you enjoyed the story, id be happy
to write a second chapter, so lemme know! I really value any feedback,
always xx

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