Date: Mon, 26 Oct 2020 20:04:16 +0000 From: Neil M Subject: Mcgregor and Sons: Chapter 9 McGregor & Sons: Chapter Nine Hey everyone! Just a reminder that if you love all of the fun and sexy content on Nifty, please feel free to lend your support and send a donation. http://donate.nifty.org/ This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events depicted therein are purely of my imagination. Any resemblance to incidents and people alive or dead is completely coincidental. If you are a minor or are not legally allowed to read adult content such as this where you live, please refrain from reading any further. Authors note: Since this chapter covered some heavier issues, I only included one sex scene. Don't worry everyone, I promise the next installment will be more upbeat. ****** Rearranging the quilt on Junior's new bed for the third time in a row, Aiden painstakingly worked to get his brother's bedroom in just the right order. Patrick, dressed in his best button down shirt, jeans and cowboy boots, stood in the doorway watching with amusement as his little brother flitted and fussed over the arrangement of the blanket. "Aiden, it looks fine. Christ, you've repositioned that thing three times already." Aiden flashed his brother a look of irritation before lecturing him in a surly tone of voice. "Ya know Paddy, instead of just standing there watching me work, you could give me a hand." Annoyed by his little brother's tone, Patrick retorted. "Yeah, well in the living room, I seem to remember a grumpy little midget telling me to get the hell out of the way." For about a minute, both young men loudly exchanged words before Patrick swiftly broke up their argument. "Alright...alright...AIDEN!" Aiden jumped when his brother loudly shouted out his name. In an attempt to take the highroad, he decided to swallow his anger by being quiet and patiently let his brother speak. "...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to call you a midget." Suddenly feeling foolish for becoming so upset, Aiden graciously accepted Patrick's apology. "You're forgiven...I'm sorry too, Paddy." Aiden walked towards his brother, making his apology official by humbly wrapping his arms around him. Patrick responded to his brother's gesture by embracing him back. "Paddy, is it weird that I feel nervous about seeing Junior?" said Aiden. Taking a minute to mentally process his brother's question, Patrick stared blankly into the ether, contemplating his answer. "Naw...I don't think so." said Patrick. Realizing his brother was making his best effort to comfort him, Aiden looked directly into Patrick's eyes and smiled broadly. "Ya know, I think I know what we could do to make you forget about being nervous," said Patrick, flashing his brother a sly grin. Aiden could feel his brother's strong hands quickly travel down the small of his back and liberally squeeze his bottom. Feeling Patrick's shamelessly, flirtatious efforts were too cute to resist, Aiden gave in to his brother's suggestion. "Okay, fine. But not in here, okay...I just got it the way I want it." Rolling his eyes at his little brother, Patrick grabbed Aiden by the hand, leading him out of Junior's bedroom. Resting on the railing of the staircase, Aiden stood bottomless. With one foot planted one step above the other, he arched his back, granting his brother easy access to his bare butt. Patrick, stood directly behind his brother with his pants down around his ankles. Spitting heavily into his hand, Patrick wiped his saliva covered fingers over Aiden's soft, pink, pucker. After thoroughly wetting his brother's cunt, he vigorously penetrated him, digitally. Feeling the warm, soft flesh tighten around his finger, Patrick began to jerk off, further hardening his already erect penis. Eager to do more than just finger his brother's hole, Patrick withdrew his hand, replacing his index finger with his engorged cock. Once inside, he began thrusting his hips swiftly against his brother's little round ass. Putting his arm back around his brother's neck, Aiden pulled Patrick's face closer to his, allowing him to insert his tongue in his mouth. Lustfully, Aiden accepted his brother penetrating the orifices of his body. As Patrick jerked his brother's cock from behind him, he noticed his pubis was baby smooth. "Fuck, I love it when you're shaved bald," he said, breathlessly. Aiden kissed his brother aggressively, turned on by the sound of his naked pelvis slapping against his bare ass. With one last thrust of his hips, Patrick forcefully ejaculated inside his brother's thoroughly wet hole. Not more than a few seconds later, Aiden filled his brother's hand with his warm, boy cream. ****** Joe couldn't keep himself from fidgeting as he impatiently waited for Junior's train to arrive. It had been over two years since he had been able to see or touch his son, and he was beyond tired of waiting. His partner, Carlos, stood along side of him; attempting in vain to keep him calm and relaxed. "He's coming, babe. Try not to worry." "The train was supposed to be here fifteen minutes ago, Carlos. What's taking so damn long?" Just as Joe was about to inquire further on the whereabouts of the train, he heard a whistle go off as the locomotive slowly pulled into the station. Anxiously, Joe scanned the few arriving passengers as they stepped onto the platform. Within just a few minutes of looking, he spotted the young man he'd so desperately been waiting for. Using crutches to walk, Junior moved out onto the platform from the cabin. Joe couldn't help but stare at his handsome young son, looking gallant in his green Army Service Uniform. Catching Joe's glance, Junior smiled warmly at his father as he slowly began to wave at him. Rushing over to greet his son, Joe carefully threw his arms around him. Content in knowing his dad wouldn't let him out of his embrace for awhile, Junior closed his eyes and rested his head against his father's. After Joe had introduced Junior and Carlos to each other, he asked them to go ahead to the car while he made a pit stop in the men's room. Once he was alone in a stall, he unraveled. Overwhelmed by the feeling of having his son back in his arms, Joe could no longer control his emotions. As he quietly wept tears of joy, he graciously thanked God for bringing his boy back home to him. ****** While Carlos drove the Lincoln home, Joe and Junior sat in the back seat getting reacquainted. Though Joe made a point not to stare, he couldn't help but notice the extent of Junior's injuries. When Joe had been updated on his son's condition, he learned that he had survived an explosion that had occurred close to his feet. This became evident to Joe when he noticed the three deep scars that flying shrapnel from the explosion had left on his face. Also, the Army doctors told him that the blast had irreparably damaged his right foot and that they had no choice but to amputate it. Realizing the uphill battle Junior now faced, Joe was bound and determined to help his son reclaim his life. ****** Aiden couldn't contain his excitement when he spotted his father's car pulling into the driveway. Sprinting out of the house as though he were racing an opponent, he tearfully ran up to his big brother, enveloping him firmly in his arms. "Whoa," said Junior, playfully; his body rocking back from the force of Aiden's embrace Tearing up, he looked into his youngest siblings eyes as he held his face. "Hey buddy." Bending down closer, he gently kissed his brother's mouth. Looking up, Junior spotted Patrick slowly descending from the front porch, his hands in his pockets. As he watched his younger brother slowly walk with his usual swagger, he realized just how much he had missed his cool and aloof personality. Then unexpectedly, he saw Patrick's lower lip begin to tremble as his pace toward him quickened, ending with both of them in an embrace. Holding on tightly to Junior's body, Patrick began to weep uncontrollably as he buried his face in his big brother's shoulder. Surprised and moved by Patrick's sudden show of emotion, Junior held on to him firmly. As tears ran down his cheeks, he began to speak softly as he attempted to console his little brother. "It's okay now, Paddy...I'm home. It's all gonna be okay now." ****** In honor of their brother, the soldier, who had finally made it home, the McGregor boys prepared a feast fit for a king. As they all sat around the table eating, talking, and laughing, one by one they passed around the purple heart Junior had been awarded for his bravery in combat. Before he had gotten hurt during the raid on his company's camp site, Junior had been instrumental in getting many of his wounded comrades to safety. It was his regard for duty and concern for others that had resulted in him sacrificing his well-being. During dinner, Joe noticed Junior was quiet and somewhat withdrawn. Though he was concerned about his son, his behavior didn't alarm him. He remembered what it had been like for him when he came home from Korea, all those years ago. It had taken Joe quite awhile to reintegrate himself back into civilian life. When he returned from being overseas, his wife made no attempt to understand him or his plight; therefore she hadn't been much help during his process. Instead, Joe concentrated on being a good father. Ultimately, it was his love for his boys that got him through those dark days. Somehow, someway, with the help of him and his brothers, he knew Junior would make it through as well. Picking up a piece of silver wear, Junior began to softly tap the side of his drinking glass in an effort to get his family's attention. "I just wanted to say thank you to all of you for this great dinner and that I'm so glad to be back home." The McGregor clan welcomed home their returning soldier with a toast. Once the glasses had been risen and lowered, Junior excused himself from the table. Seeing his brother slowly stand up Aiden offered his assistance. "I can help you upstairs, Ju-..." "-No, that's okay...I mean...dad can help me." he replied. Aiden stood quiet, surprised that his brother would cut him off so quickly. Also, he couldn't help but notice that Junior avoided eye contact with him the entire time they spoke to each other. Watching the awkward exchange between his two brothers, Patrick tried to interject a little humor into the conversation. "Maybe later we could come up and tuck you in...read you a bed time story?" Patrick felt his joke fall flat the moment he said it. Looking serious, Junior spoke in a low, quiet tone, "I just need to sleep." Joe walked over to where his son's where standing. Gently, he placed Junior's arm on his shoulder and put his arm around his waist to support him. "Boys, why don't you help Carlos clean up, please?" Looking defeated, Patrick and Aiden watched their father help their wounded brother up the staircase. Seeing the looks on the McGregor brothers faces, Carlos attempted to quell their worries. "Try not to take it personally boys, your brother just needs some time." ****** During the night, while Aiden slept next to Patrick, he could hear muffled whimpering noises coming from Junior's bedroom. At first he thought nothing of it, figuring his brother would not surprisingly experience having nightmares after his ordeal. But suddenly, those quiet whimpering noises became explosively loud. From Patrick's bed, Aiden could hear his brother scream and yell as though he were still out on the battlefield, followed by the sound of a loud crash. As Patrick awoke with a start, he instantly flung the covers off both of them and sprinted to his brother's room; Aiden followed immediately behind him. Flinging Junior's door open, they saw their big brother lying on the floor, his nose bloodied by the fall that had occurred when in his sleep he had attempted to run from his bed. Before either of the boys had a chance to respond, their father rushed by them into the room, gathering his son off the floor and into his arms. As Joe cradled Junior in his lap, he looked over his body to make sure he hadn't hurt himself any where else. "Daddy," Junior said faintly. "I'm here, baby...I'm here," said Joe. As Carlos went to get clean water and bandages to nurse Junior's nose, Aiden and Patrick stood next to each other, frozen, desperately trying to think of a way to help their brother. "Boys, it's alright. Just go back to bed. Carlos and I can handle this." Joe spoke in a delicate yet authoritative tone of voice in an attempt to calm his sons. Now back in bed, Patrick held on to his little brother, stroking his hair with his fingers as he quietly cried himself to sleep. ****** A month later, Junior was still having nightmares. However, they were occurring less often and their severity had dwindled compared to that first night. Even though Junior was sleeping better, he had fallen into a depression. Desperately trying to adjust to life with a disability, he mourned the loss of his independence. The idea of being vulnerable and a burden on his family, had driven him inward. One particular afternoon, Carlos had helped Junior get into the bathtub, but then immediately had to return to help Joe out in the field. Being that Patrick had gone back to college, there was only Aiden left in the house to assist him. "Carlos? You still out there? Junior cried out. From his bedroom, Aiden heard his older brother's voice. Realizing he was the only person left in the house with him, he walked to the bathroom door, tapping on it lightly. "Junior, it's me. Can I help with anything?" Aiden heard the soft trickle of water as his brother hesitantly responded. "Is Carlos out there?" "He had to go back outside...is there anything I can do?" Aiden replied. Aiden patiently waited for his brother to give him a response. After a few minutes passed, he finally spoke to him. "Think you can help me get outta the tub?" he said. Aiden was elated. Since his brother had returned home, he hadn't allowed him to lift a finger for him. Now, he was excited to have the opportunity to help him. "I'd be happy to," Aiden replied. "Okay...j-just give me a second." Aiden could hear his brother moving around in the water. After a few seconds passed, he allowed him to enter the room. When Aiden got to the edge of the tub, he noticed his brother had covered his leg with a towel. Finally realizing how embarrassed he was of his wound, he tried not to look at it. "Just help me get to the edge of the tub. I can get it from there," said Junior. As Aiden pulled his brother up out of the water, he noticed he still wouldn't look him in the face. Suddenly, the towel Junior was using to cover his leg slipped off, exposing the area where his foot had once been. When Aiden noticed this, Junior responded violently. "Put me down, Aiden! Put me down, RIGHT NOW!" Shocked by his brother's reaction, Aiden dropped him back down in the tub. Startled, he stepped back, then quickly headed toward the door. But just as he was about to leave the room, he heard his brother sobbing quietly. Unable to leave him in his sad state, he turned and slowly approached him. Kneeling down beside the tub, Aiden gently placed his hand on his shoulder. Though he still wouldn't look at him, Aiden was pleasantly surprised when Junior reached over and squeezed his hand. "I don't want you to see my like this...I wish you didn't have to see me like this." As Aiden's eyes filled with tears, his heart broke for his brother. In an attempt to reach him, he desperately searched for something to say that would make him feel better. "Remember when we were little...and dad would always tell us it was our job to take care of each other, because that's part of what it means when you love someone?" Junior nodded slowly as Aiden continued to speak. "Junior, you have taken care of me my whole life. Now here we are...it's my turn to take care of you, because that's what it means to love someone. I know I can't understand everything it is you're going through. But just know...that even if you change...it won't matter to me...cause you're always gonna be my big brother, and I'm always gonna love you anyway." Junior turned toward Aiden, and for the first time since he got home, kissed his little brother's lips. Realizing he had finally gotten through to his older brother, Aiden immediately gathered him in his arms. As Aiden wrapped himself around Junior, softly, he began to kiss the scars on his face. ****** Patrick emerged from the house with a smile, wearing just a pair of cowboy boots, a motorcycle helmet, and nothing else. Back home from school for the weekend, he was about to help his older brother fulfill the "first thing when I get home" wish list he had made when he was still in Vietnam. That first wish had been to go on a naked motorcycle ride. Humorously, he shook his cock at his dad and Carlos, who didn't bother covering up their amusement by laughing heartily. Being the McGregor's were all home at the same time, they decided to have a family "naked day," together. This consisted of a barbecue and games, as well as an end of the day love in. As his father beckoned him over, Patrick gave Carlos and his dad a quick, affectionate peck on the mouth before he began to listen to his lecture. "Patrick, go easy on the motorcycle, alright? Not too fast." said Joe to his middle son. "Relax dad, I'll only pop one wheely." Joe jokingly grabbed at his son's penis, causing Patrick to playfully bounce backwards before heading over to Junior's motorbike. Next to emerge from the house were Junior and Aiden. Joe watched with pride as he saw his oldest being supported by his little brother as he helped him walk with one crutch. Leading him to the running motorcycle, Aiden helped Junior climb on behind Patrick, fastened his helmet in place, then stepped back to join his dad and Carlos. Right before taking off, Patrick tilted his head back. "Ready big bro?" Junior quickly responded with a smile. "Ready little bro!" Both brothers exchanged a tender kiss on the lips before Patrick yelled for his brother to hold on, then released the clutch, sending them on their way. Joe watched his sons nervously as they speedily took off on Junior's motorcycle. Just as he was about to yell out to Patrick to slow down, he caught a glimpse of Junior's face. He saw his oldest son, the brave young man who at his young age had sacrificed so much of his life already, with a huge smile on his face that let Joe know he was beaming with joy. It was at this moment that he realized with the love and support of he and his brothers, Junior was going to be okay. ****** If you are enjoying this story, please come back and find out what happens in the next chapter. Also, if you have a question or comment, please feel free to email me. I always appreciate thoughtful feedback.