Date: Sun, 5 Feb 2023 02:36:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com>
Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 106

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                                  My Step-Brother Jacob


                                        Chapter 106


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The next morning, as I was showering, to get ready to fly home and
retrieve Jacob, the shower curtain popped open at the back of the tub,
and in stepped Andy, stark naked, and sporting a huge hardon!


"We must be quick about this John, in case Austin wakes and needs me!" he
said, and quickly he squatted down and took my dick in his mouth, as I
chuckled.


"Ohhhh Fuuuuckk!!!  That feels sooo Good!!!" I groaned as my dick began
to harden, as Andy's soft, hot, wet mouth began working on it.


Andy sucked me to hardness then, and continued sliding up and down it for
a minute.  Then he surprised me by stopping, and standing up, spinning
around, and presenting me with his luscious ass!


I grinned, and was about to squat, spread his mounds and dive in
tongue-first, but he stopped me, saying "We haven't the time for that
John!  Just fuck me - I'm already lubed up and ready to go!  Come along,
hurry now!  Before the bairn cries!"


I burst out laughing, causing him to crane his neck to look back at me,
with a reprimanding look on his face.  Then he rolled his eyes, reached
behind him and opened his cheeks invitingly for me!  Still chuckling, I
grinned and pointed my penis at his hole, and pushed my hips forward a
bit, until my glans was pressing up against his pucker.  I felt him relax
and push a little, so I pressed forward, and Andy gasped softly, as the
tip of my penis breeched his tight pussy.


"Oohhhmm!!!" he groaned happily then, as I slid slowly all the way up
into him.


I paused only a few seconds, then began to slowly withdraw.  Before
popping back out of him, I reversed, and slid back into him, causing
another happy moan.  Slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed, I
began fucking Andy!


I hadn't been fucking Andy for very long, when I noticed he was squirming
a little, and squeezing my shaft with his sphincter, as his moans became
more urgent!


"Oh God John, I'm going to cum soon!" Andy groaned, as I sank back into
him then, just as I too began to feel my orgasm building.  Quickly he
reached down and began vigorously jerking off.


I sped up a little, and in a few seconds, both of us began to groan, as
we both felt our orgasms quickly approaching!


"OH FUUCCCKK!!!" Andy cried a moment later, as I felt his ass muscles
squeeze my dick, and I knew he was spewing his first load.


"OOOHhhhh!!!!" he groaned, as his second ejaculation hit, and he again
squeezed my rod.


As I continued pumping swiftly in and out of Andy, he blew a couple more
loads, before I too suddenly gasped, and groaned as I spewed my first
glob deep inside him.


I continued rutting in and out of Andy, moaning, and shuddering as each
new volley hit me, over and over, until I'd finally spent myself, then I
slammed home, plowing into Andy to the hilt, and stopping once I was
completely inserted.  Andy grunted rather loudly, as I finished fully
impaling him.


For a minute or so, we stood, both of us a bit weak in the knees - me
clutching him, while he held firmly to the grab bars, panting.


"Oy!  That was brilliant!" Andy gasped finally.


I grinned and agreed, then released Andy, and pulled back out of him.


"Here!" Andy said, grabbing my soap on a rope.  "Let me wash you off!"


I grinned and let Andy wash me.  I had to stop him after a minute though,
as I felt my dick starting to get hard again, and we didn't have time for
any more fun.


Eventually, we were both clean and rinsed, and about the same time, I
noticed the water spraying us was rapidly cooling, so I quickly shut off
the water faucets, and we climbed out of the tub, and dried off.


We got dressed then, and I picked up my bags, while Andy picked up
Austin, and we headed downstairs, where we had a quick, but hearty
breakfast.  Then I kissed Austin and Andy, patted Jack on the head,
picked up my bags, and headed out the door.


                                                      *
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            *


I drove to Heathrow's long-term parking lot, parked, and headed into the
British Airways terminal, went through security, and to my gate.  I
grabbed another cup of coffee and the newspaper on my way to the gate.


Happily, the plane boarded, and took off on time!  I was off to New York,
and to Jacob!  Also happily, the two seats next to me were empty, so I
was able to put the arm rests up, and stretch out, with my back leaning
against the wall, on a couple pillows.  I finished reading the paper,
then fell asleep.  The next thing I knew, there was an announcement that
the plane was going to land at JFK in a half hour.  And to my joy, the
Captain announced that the temperature in New York was a balmy 78
degrees!  "Yes folks, Indian Summer has arrived in the northeastern
United States, and will remain there for several days!"


Quickly I stuffed the newspaper in my back pack, put the seat arms up,
got up, and stuffed the pillows overhead again, then dashed to the
bathroom.


Of course I had to wait for one to free up, along with two other people.
One was an older woman, who quickly stepped into one of the bathrooms
that opened almost as soon as I arrived.  The other was a good looking
guy, who looked a bit older than me.   He had dirty blond hair, beautiful
blue eyes, and a great tan.  I also noticed that he had a prominent lump
in the front of his jeans!   Of course, my own cock began to expand as
well, and within a short time as we stood eyeing one another, waiting for
a restroom to open, I could see by the saucy smile that spread over his
lips that he noticed my burgeoning bulge as well!


Just then, the next bathroom opened up.  As he stepped inside, I wasn't
surprised when he looked sideways at me, still smiling seductively, and
said, in an American accent, "Interested in joining the mile high club?
I wouldn't mind being the one who helped you get there!"


Then he pointedly grabbed, and squeezed, his crotch and grinned broadly
at me, and quickly raised and dropped his eyebrows.


I couldn't help grinning back at him as I said, "Sorry, but you're a
little late.  Been there, Done that!"


He chuckled and said, "Wanta renew your membership then?"


I chuckled then, and said, "Honey!  You couldn't handle this!"


I grabbed and squeezed my own crotch then too.


"Sure wouldn't mind trying!" he said.


"If I wasn't happily in a relationship already, I'd take you up on that
offer - you are damned cute!" I said.


He frowned then and said, "Well thanks, I'm sorry you're with someone.
He's a lucky guy!"


"Actually, I think I'm the lucky one!  He's a fantastic guy!" I said.


Then he smiled saucily and added, "My loss!"


:"True!  But, I think we could've had a great time, if I wasn't with
someone!" I said, chuckling and grinning back at him.


We both started to laugh then, and finally he winked at me, and stepped
into the empty bathroom.


A moment later, the other bathroom opened, and still smiling to myself
over the other guy's and my banter, I stepped into the bathroom and went
about my business.


When I got back to my seat, I started watching out the window.  We were
already flying along the Long Island Sound, with Long Island on the port
side of the plane, and Connecticut on the starboard side.  A short time
later, we banked to the left and flew south across the island to the
airport.  We fell into a circling pattern then, along with several other
jetliners, and all took our turns landing.  After a few circles, our
plande finally landed.  Our pilot was apparently very experienced.  When
we touched down, I barely felt anything different, until we started
bumping along as we thundered down the runway, until we finally came to a
stop.  Then we taxied for a while until we reached our gate.


It took about 10 minutes then to get the gate opened, and people finally
began disembarking.


"Welcome to New York!" The Stewardess said, "Have an enjoyable stay!"


I grinned and thanked her, then walked through the gate's passageway, and
finally reached the terminal.


I waited in the line to present my US Passport, and skip Immigration.


When I got to the front of the line, the Immigration Officer, looked at
my passport, looked at me, then smiled and said "Welcome home Sir!"


I smiled and thanked him.


Quickly then, I headed to the baggage claim area.  I had to wait about 10
minutes before the bags from our flight started moving around one of the
conveyor belts.  I was happy that mine was one of the first to come
through.  I grabbed it, and dashed to customs.  Of course, probably due
to my age, and long hair, they searched my bags, and scrutinized me
carefully.  Eventually, satisfied I wasn't smuggling anything into the
country, they smiled, and told me I was free to go.


A few minutes later, I finally made it out into the public area of the
terminal, and headed for the doors.  Quickly I grabbed an airport shuttle
to the Port Authority in Manhattan.  Once I landed there, I went outside
and hailed a cab, gave them the address for the Phillips's apartment,
settled back into the seat, and watched out the window, as we drove
deeper into Manhattan.


                                                              *
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                                  *


As we left the curb, my cell phone rang.  It was Boner!


"So, any luck locating your wayward step-brother?" he asked.


"As a matter of fact, yes!" I said,  "And I'm on my way to him now."


"Where is he?  Is he OK?" Steve asked.


"He's fine - Laney called - he's hiding out in Harry's bedroom here in
the City," I said.


"Wait, you said 'HERE in the City' - are you stateside already?" he
asked.


"Just arrived," I said.  "I'm in a cab on my way to Laney's as we speak!"


"Fantastic!" Boner said.  "Anything I can do to help?"


"Actually, yes!" I said.  "I was wondering if maybe you could drive my
car into the City tomorrow, and then take the train back.  I'll pay your
ticket."


"Sure!" he said.  "But where are you going?"


"I need to take Jacob somewhere where we can be alone to really have it
out once!" I said.  "Remember that old hunting cabin up in the Catskills
that my grandfather had?  I thought we'd go up there for a day or two."


"Yeah - that's a great spot!  Sounds like a good place to spend some
intense one on one with him," Boner said.  "I was kind of hoping you'd
come down to the beach for a few days though, so we could hang out.  I
was thinking maybe me and you could grab a beer - just us - and catch
up."


As I listened to what Steve was saying, I realized he was saying he'd
hope we could get a few minutes to talk privately.  I expected maybe he
was still having problems figuring out what to do with his love life, and
needed to talk with someone.


"I don't think it'll really take too long for us to hash things out," I
said.  "I do think we need to be somewhere alone, because of how loud and
emotional it'll get though. That's why I thought about the cabin.  Anyway
I was thinking we'd probably be able to spend 2-3 days at home as well.
We'll have to come down to return the car anyway!  So maybe me and you
can break away with a six pack and go sit on the beach and talk."


"Sounds like a plan!" Boner drawled, sounding happier.  "So when and
where do you want me to show up with your ride then?"


"I reserved a room for tonight at the New Yorker, a block from Penn," I
said.  "Can you just meet us there, say 11 a.m.?"


"I can do that!" Steve said.  "I'll pull up in the loading zone in front
of the hotel, and you can take the car, and I can easily just hop a train
back right away.  Then I won't have to search for parking!"


"That'll work fine!" I said.  "And one more thing.  My big beach cooler
is in the trunk.  On the way can you stop at the Acme, and grab a bag of
ice, a couple cold 6 packs, some hot dogs, buns, mustard, relish, a big
can of pork and beans, a bag of chips, and a package of Oreos?  That way,
I won't have to stop at a store with Jacob with me, and chance him
bolting, or making a scene."


"Sure, no problem!" Boner said.  "You want soda for Jacob?"


"He'll want beer, and maybe that'll relax him a bit, but actually, yeah,
grab a six pack of Orange Crush too please, oh - and a gallon of spring
water too," I said.


"Will do!" Steve said.


"Thanks Bone - see you tomorrow then."  I said.


"'K, See ya!" Boner said, and we hung up.


                                                          *
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                             *


Quickly then, I dialed Laney's phone and told her I was almost to her
apartment.  She said she'd meet me in the lobby, and we hung up.


A couple minutes later, we were pulling up to the apartment building on
Park Avenue where the Phillipses lived.  I paid my fare, along with a
tip, and climbed out of the cab.  I hefted my bags, and walked up to the
doors, where a doorman opened the door for me, and ushered me in.


"Shall I announce you?  Who is it you're here to see?" he asked.


"No need for that Stanley," Laney said, smiling brightly at him, as she
walked off the elevator, and into the lobby  "He's with me!"


"Very good Miss Phillips!  And very nice to meet you Sir!" Stanley said.


I smiled and nodded in return, then walked past him into the lobby.


"Drop those bags Mister, and give me a proper greeting!" Laney said,
smiling slyly, as I walked up to her, and gave her a quick one-armed hug.


I chuckled, and dropped my bags, and took her in my arms to give her a
big hug, but she came at me quickly, and planted her lips on mine,
wrapping her arms around me, and gave me a long, mind-blowing kiss!  By
the time she pulled her lips from mine, I was rock hard, and she'd
noticed, and had begun to gently grind her groin against my bulge.
Instantly both of us became even more aroused, For a couple seconds, I
completely forgot everything.  All I could focus on was Laney's warm,
wet, luscious lips and tongue, the feeling of her breasts crushed between
us, her fantastic scent - a mixture of cologne, and just a hint of a
whiff of her juices that were emanating up from her most likely hot and
dripping cunt, and then of course the feeling of the way she was grinding
against my hardon!  For a couple seconds there, I forgot everything, and
auto-pilot kicked in, and I actually reached up to unzip her dress - with
every intention of stripping her, pushing her down on the couch that sat
in a little alcove in the lobby, dropping my pants, and climbing aboard
for the ride of our lives!


I think she sensed what I was about to do, because just as I realized I
might end up creaming my pants before we got to the main event, suddenly,
she pushed me away, and for a moment, looked surprised, and slightly
embarrassed.


"It's such a shame you're with Andy!" She said, quickly recovering her
usual composure then, and giving me a sultry look.  "I mean he's a great
guy, and I think you're great together, but... if you were single - damn
we could make beautiful music together!"


All I could do was look at her, panting, with a mixed expression of
extreme sexual desire, extreme frustration, and a bit of horror at the
thought that if she hadn't stopped me, I might've gone too far, and then
who knew what would've happened!  I couldn't believe I'd gotten so overly
involved in what was going on, that I lost all sense of what I was
doing.  I blanked out completely, forgot all about Andy, or Jacob, or
even where we were, and that anyone could walk in on us!  I was
completely disconcerted, AND STILL ultra-aroused!


Laney studied my expression a moment, and her eyes dropped to my crotch
for a moment.  Then she suddenly looked horny as hell for a split second,
but then she swallowed and looked at me with a somewhat confused
expression for a moment.  I knew then that she realized just how close
we'd come to a complete departure from reality!


"So, you ready to go confront that wanker of a brother of yours'?" She
asked, forcing a smile, and attempting to recover her usual cool and
collected, but teasing disposition.  She looked rather sad though, as she
reached over and rubbed some of her bright red lipstick off my lips.


"I think we'd better!" I said, my voice thick with sexual desire yet.
With that I picked up my bags again, and we headed to the elevator.
 Once inside, Laney used a special key to take us up to the southern
penthouse.  Laney's parents' apartment was one of two two-story penthouse
apartments in the building.


                                                          *
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By the time we reached the penthouse, thankfully my dick was nearly
completely soft again.  Laney walked into the apartment first, looked
around, and seeing nobody was there, ushered me inside. As I put my bags
down, I marveled at how amazing the apartment was!  It had marble floors
covered with thick oriental carpets.  A huge Marble fireplace. Dark
finished mahogany paneled walls.   And huge white framed windows with red
floor length curtains.  The ceilings were white sculptured stucco.  The
furniture was upholstered in red fabric that matched the curtains, and
the tables were all made of mahogany that matched the walls.  Large Brass
lamps with white shades were strategically placed about.


"Wow!" I said.  "Nice place!"


"Thanks!  C'mon!" she whispered, and motioned for me to follow her.  She
was clearly not interested in my thoughts on the apartment.


Quickly, I followed her to the hallway, that led to the stairs that went
up to the second floor, where I found out a couple minutes later, is
where the bedrooms were located.


Just then, we heard a doorway open and footsteps coming down the hallway
somewhere above us.  Quickly, Laney pushed me backward into what turned
out to be a study.  A moment later, she peered down the hallway, and
smiled.


"Harry just went to the kitchen!  Perfect timing!  Hurry up!" she said.


Quickly I followed her, and we dashed as quietly as we could, up the
stairs to the second floor of the apartment.  Laney led me then to the
far end of the hallway, and stopped in front of a door.


"You ready?" she asked.


I suddenly felt quite nervous, but swallowed and nodded.


Smiling slyly, she knocked three time on the door, paused, then knocked
one more time. Then she stepped aside and pulled me over so I was
standing right in front of the door.


"You forget something?" I heard Jacob's voice ask, as the door lock
turned.  "You can't have possibly gotten everything together already."


Then the door opened, and Jacob stood there, at first smiling
expectantly, certain it was Harry who would be on the other side of the
door.  The moment he saw my though, his eyes and mouth flew open in
surprise, which quickly morphed into a mixture of fear, grief,
frustration, and anger.


"How the Hell..." he cried in a stricken voice, but then he cut off, and
quickly tried to shut the door in my face.


"Oh no you don't!" I said forcefully, and I Slammed my hand up against
the door, and slid my foot forward, into the space between the door and
the door jamb.


"I don't want to talk to you!  Go away and leave me here with Harry!
We're fine!" he cried.


"I'm glad you're OK, and I know you'd be fine here with Harry, but Jacob,
you know you cannot stay here," I said, and I pushed the door open and
stepped inside, with Laney on my heels, as Jacob backed up across the
room, until he backed up to the bed.  He fell backward, ending up sitting
on the edge of it.  Then he just stared miserably up at me, as tears
began to form in his eyes.


"Why'd you open - " Harry asked, rounding the corner, and stepping into
his room, carrying a tray full of food.  He skidded to a halt when he saw
Laney and me confronting Jacob.


"JOHN!" he gasped.  Automatically, he grinned - happy to see me - then -
just as quickly he frowned, remembering Jacob was in hiding from me.
"What are you doing here?  And how'd you find out Jacob was here?"


'You're not as sneaky as you think!" Laney said, and she gave Harry a
quick smirk.


"Bugger!" Harry snapped softly, and his face clouded, and his eyes
watered, as he set the tray of food down on his desk.


"Why can't I stay?" Jacob cried, in an angry tone.  "I don't want to live
with you anymore!  And I need Harry!  I'll give the Phillipses money for
the food I eat."


"You know that won't work Jacob.  Mr. and Mrs. Philips do care about you,
and don't mind you visiting, but they don't want to take on another
child.  Besides, I'm your legal guardian, and you need to live with me,
until you're an adult.  That's the law!  And, you know that's what your
mother wanted!  You're going to have to come with me.  Please gather your
things, and we'll get going," I said.


"I DON'T WANT TO!!!" Jacob cried out, in an anguished voice, and he was
on the verge of crying.


"Jacob, I'm really sorry!   I love you very much, and I hate it that
you're hurting so much!  I know we have some problems, but I promise, you
and me will work things out between us.  And, I know you miss Harry a
lot, so we'll do what we can so the two of you can get together a little
more often.  I promise, things will get better.  I promise I'm going to
do everything that I can to see that it does!" I said.


He just looked at me, at first with a miserable look on his face.  His
expression soured though, and then he looked belligerent.


"Don't promise things you either cannot or will not deliver on!" He said,
in an angry tone.


I sighed, and just looked at him for a moment.


"Jacob!  I know we have a LOT to talk about and work out between us, and
it may not be easy, but I do swear to you that I'm going to do everything
I can to make it work!" I said.  "And I know you know you can't stay
here, and that you have to come back to London with me.  So get your
stuff together, and let's go!"


Jacob just looked at me, and finally dropped his head and began to cry. I
thought to go sit next to him and try to comfort him, but Harry beat me
to it and sat down next to him, and put an arm over his shoulder.   He
too began to sniffle, as Jacob leaned into him.


I stepped over and placed a hand on each of their heads and gave them a
rub.  Harry allowed it, but Jacob pulled back, and looked up at me
through tear-filled eyes with an annoyed, hurt, and angry expression on
his face.


"I'm sorry guys.  Laney and I are going downstairs.  Get your things
together Jacob, and come down when you're ready.  Don't take too long," I
said.


Laney and I left then and went down to the living room.  We visited, and
I caught Laney up on what was going on in London, while we waited.
Finally, just as I was beginning to get worried that maybe Jacob had
somehow snuck out the back way, he and Harry appeared in the living
room.  Both had been crying, but Jacob had his suitcase and backpack with
him.


Laney and I stood up then and walked over to them.


"Hey!" I said to Harry.  "Sorry we can't stay longer, but I hope we'll
see each other again soon!"


I reached out and gripped his shoulder, and he sniffled, but flashed me a
tiny smile, which quickly vanished.  I took him in my arms and gave him a
hug, and he hugged me back.  As we parted, I gave him a kiss on the top
of his head.


As I said good-bye to Laney, Jacob and Harry embraced and kissed each
other.  Both were in tears again.


I picked up my backpack and pulled the newspaper out of the outside flap
and handed it to Laney and said, "Thought you might like to see what's
going on back home!"


"Thanks!  I would!" she said, smiling.


I shouldered my back pack, and Jacob shouldered his as well, then we
picked up our suitcases, and said good-bye.  Laney and Harry walked us
down to the street then, and waited until we were able to hail a cab.
When one pulled over for us, Jacob and I climbed in, and we all waved at
each other, as the cab pulled away.


                                                                 *
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                        *


"Where to?" the driver asked.


"The New Yorker, West 34th and 8th," I said.


"Sure thing!" he said.


Our ride was silent.  Jacob just stared out the window as we drove
along.


When we arrived at the hotel, I paid our fare, and we got out and walked
into the lobby.  I checked us in, and we went up to our room, and dropped
our bags.  Jacob flopped down on the bed closest to the windows, and
stared up at the ceiling.


"So when's our flight to London?" he asked, finally deigning to speak to
me.


"I haven't booked it yet," I said.


"Well, when are we going?" he asked.


"Well..." I said.  "I think maybe we'll go somewhere else tomorrow.
Somewhere private, where we can really talk things out.  And until then,
maybe it'd be best if we avoid talking about any of our problems."


Jacob looked at me quizzically.


"I expect we might get loud at times, and we can't be that loud in a
hotel," I said.


I had expected he would question where we were going to go, but he didn't
say anything.  Instead, he looked at me with a sarcastic scowl on his
face.


"Are you hungry?" I asked, finally.


"No," he said.


"Well, it's supper time.  I think we should eat something just the same.
Let's go down to the restaurant, and maybe something on the menu will
sound good to you," I said.


"Fine!" he said, and he got up.  "I need to use the loo first though."


He went into the bathroom then, and without closing the door, he peed,
then washed his hands.  When he rejoined me, I decided to pee as well.
 I too left the door open, as it crossed my mind that he might try to run
while I was in the bathroom, but he didn't.


When I rejoined him, we headed downstairs, to Tick Tock - the restaurant
that's located on the ground floor of the hotel.  Despite supposedly not
being hungry, I was happy when Jacob ordered a Cheese Burger, fries, and
a chocolate shake.  I ordered the same, and both of us cleaned our
plates!  I was happy he ate well.


When we were finished eating, we went up to our room, and I was surprised
when, even though it was still pretty early, Jacob stripped to his
boxers, and crawled into bed.  He must've been very tired, because he
fell asleep very quickly.  I noticed then that I too was very tired as
well.  I wondered though if I should stay awake, to make sure Jacob
didn't take off on me again.  After I thought it over a few minutes, I
decided to push my bed over so the head of it was up against the door, so
there was no way for him to take off.  After I did that, I went into the
bathroom, peed, and brushed my teeth.  Then, I too crawled into bed. I
wanted to call Andy, but with the time difference, he would've been
asleep, so instead, I sent him a detailed text, and said I'd call him the
next day.  Then, after the long day I'd had, I too fell asleep right
away.


                                                           *
                                        *
                *


In the morning when I woke up, Jacob was already awake.  He was laying on
his bed looking at me.


"Really?" he asked in a slightly incredulous tone when he saw I was a
wake.  "You thought I was going to sneak out again?"


"Considering how you snuck out twice on your last night at home, do you
blame me?" I asked.


He thought a minute, and I was surprised when he sighed and in a resigned
tone said, "No, I guess not."


He got up then, stripped off his boxers, and padded into the bathroom.  I
heard the toilet seat lid click against the tank, then heard a stream of
urine hitting the water in the toilet.  A moment later, Jacob uttered the
tiniest gasp, and a few seconds later the toilet paper roller whirled.
When he was finished on the toilet, the shower started, and a few seconds
later, I heard him showering.


As soon as he stepped out of the shower, I hopped out of bed, and pulled
off my boxers as well, and dashed into the bathroom.  I figured I could
shower quickly, while Jacob was drying off, and wouldn't have to worry
then about him trying to make an escape while I was in the shower.  I got
washed and rinsed in record time, and Jacob was still in the bathroom,
standing over the sink, looking in the mirror, working on popping a zit,
when I climbed out of the tub and started drying off.


Within a few minutes, we were both dressed and had put the few things
we'd unpacked into our bags.


"OK, let's go," I said.


Jacob followed me out of the room then.  We went downstairs and checked
out.  Then we had breakfast at Tick Tock.  Jacob remained quiet
throughout.


As I was paying the check, I got a text from Boner saying he was 5
minutes out.  I responded with a "Thumbs up".


"OK, let's go!  Our chariot is arriving in a couple minutes," I said.


Jacob gave me a funny look, with one eyebrow raised questioningly.


"Boner's driving my car into the City for us," I said.


"We're going to Grandma's?" he asked, looking hopeful.


"No," I said.  "At least not yet.  We'll have to go down at least to
return my car before we leave though."


He looked confused, but slid out of his booth and followed me out to the
street then.


My car pulled up in front of us, a couple minutes later.  The engine shut
off, and Boner climbed out and dashed around the back of the car.  He
grinned and threw his arms around me, and we gave each other a bear hug,
slapping each other's backs.


"How's it hanging?" he asked.


"Long and low," I said, grinning, "And yours'?"


"Stiff and straight!" he chuckled.


I noticed Jacob couldn't help cracking a small, quick smile.


"Here ya go," Steve said, as we parted, and he dumped my car keys in my
hand. "And the cooler's loaded!"


"Thanks man!" I said.  I reached in my pocket and pulled out a couple
hundred-dollar bills and handed them to him.


"Whoa man!  That's way too much!" he said.  "The grub, gas, and my train
ticket didn't cost this much!  Here, take one back!"


"No!" I said.  "You're wasting your whole day too!"


"John!" Boner said.


"We're not discussing it!  Just take it!" I said.


Steve gave me an exasperated look, but then finally smiled, and pocketed
the money and said, "Fine!  Thanks Bro!"


"You're welcome!  And thank you - very much!" I said.


Steve flashed me a toothy grin.  Then, as I opened the trunk and started
to put our bags in, he turned to Jacob and gave him a warm hug.  They
didn't part for several seconds, and I could tell that he was clinging to
Steve a little more than he normally would've.  Then I sas Steve was
talking quietly to him, but I couldn't hear what he was saying.  When
they finally did pull apart, Jacob looked up at Steve, and I could see he
was telling Steve something.  I decided to leave the two to talk a
minute, and stepped around the car and got into the driver's seat.  Steve
and Jacob talked for a couple of minutes then.  I noticed in the sideview
mirror that it was Steve who was doing most of the talking.  Then I saw
Jacob wiping his eyes with the back of his hand.  At once point he nodded
a couple times.  Then Steve hugged Jacob and kissed him on the top of his
head, and Jacob hugged him tightly again for a moment.  When they parted
again, and Jacob finally opened the car door and climbed in next to me,
he was sniffling and still rubbing his eyes.


Steve leaned in the window then and looked around Jacob at me.  Grinning
he said, "Drive careful, and I'll see you at home soon!"


"Thanks man!  See you soon!" I said, smiling at him.


He pulled back a little then, rubbed Jacob's cheek affectionately, and
said softly, but loud enough that I could hear, "Remember what I told
you!  It'll all work out!  I promise!"


Jacob looked up at him, and smiled sadly at him, but nodded slightly.


"OK - get going!  I have a train to catch!" Steve said, and he banged the
roof of the car a couple times, then stepped back a couple steps.


"Later man!" I called.


"Later!" he replied.


I started the car, put her in gear, put on the directional, and after two
cars passed, I pulled out into the lane of traffic, and headed for the
Lincoln tunnel.  In the rearview, I saw Steve crossing the street,
heading toward Penn Station.


                                                            *
                                  *
          *


As we drove through the Lincoln Tunnel, heading to New Jersey, Jacob
finally asked, "So where are we going?"


"You'll see soon enough," I said, smiling at him.


He looked at me, with a slightly annoyed look on his face, then turned
and looked out the window, as we exited the tunnel, and I followed the
signs that pointed us north.


We rode in silence then, all the rest of the way up to the Catskills.  I
could see that Jacob was thinking hard - brooding - the entire way.  When
I turned off the Thruway, and headed down a country road, he looked
sideways at me with a questioning look on his face.


"My grandfather had a little hunting cabin in the woods up here.  It's on
a large pond on a good-sized chunk of land - all wooded.  It's really
rustic.  I used to love going camping here with him.  When Grandpa died,
my mother never sold the place, and when she died, it became mine.  I
haven't been up here in a long time - not since shortly before my mother
died.  I thought it would be a good spot for you and me to go talk things
over."


Jacob didn't say anything in response.  He just looked blankly at me for
a few seconds, then looked back out the window.


About 20 minutes later, we arrived at the cabin.  I was surprised -
happily so - that aside from the bushes and undergrowth being overgrown,
and some branches laying around, it looked to be in just as good shape as
it was when I was last there, nearly two years earlier.


"This is it!" I said, smiling, as I parked, and turned off the engine.


Jacob just stared out the windshield at the place with large eyes.


"When you said rustic, I didn't think you meant THIS rustic!" he said,
dubiously.  He wasn't being critical.  He just sounded surprised.


I chuckled and said, "Well, I know we have to have a serious discussion,
but I hope maybe we'll have a nice little adventure here as well.  I do
think you'll like it."


"Does it even have running water?" he asked.


"Nope!" I said, snickering.


"So....how does the loo work?"  he asked.


"See that little building over there - that's the loo - an outhouse!" I
said.


"REALLY?" Jacob asked, and he looked incredulously at me.


"What?  Haven't you ever used an outhouse?" I asked.


"Never!" he said, and he looked slightly daunted.


I couldn't help laughing.


"C'mon," I said.  "Let's see if the key's where I left it."


"OH my God!" he said.  "You mean you don't have the key?


"There's a spare one we keep hidden," I said.


We got out of the car, and Jacob followed me to the left front corner of
the cabin, where I knelt down and pulled the end of the bottom board back
a little.  Sure enough, the spare key was hanging on the stub of a nail
underneath it.  Grinning, I pulled it out, stood up and headed to the
front porch.  On my way, I picked up and moved aside a couple of branches
that had fallen out of the trees.


"Well?" I asked, after I'd opened the front door and we'd stepped inside
the single room cabin.


"Where's the light switch?" Jacob asked, looking around near the inside
of the door.


I chuckled and said, "No electricity!"


He looked at me for a moment, and then asked, "So... your grandfather who
owned this place is the one that was so rich?"


"Yeah," I said.


"Why the Hell didn't he put in electricity and plumbing?" he asked,
looking at me with an incredulous expression on his face.


I burst out laughing.  After I got control of myself, I said, "He liked
roughing it, like his pioneer ancestors did!  He enjoyed getting back to
nature!"


"Hmmm..." was his response.


"If you give it a chance, I think you'll like it too!" I said.


I walked over to the windows on the opposite side of the room, and opened
the curtains wide and let in a little more light.  Then I looked around.
I was happy to see that nothing had been disturbed.  Everything was just
as I'd left it the last time I'd visited.


"OK," I said.  "Let's check out the outhouse,  and make sure it's in
order yet."


Jacob's eyes grew larger for a moment, but he followed me out to the
outhouse.  On my way over the path, I again picked up and tossed aside
some branches that were laying on the ground.  The outhouse was locked as
well, and the same key opened it.


"Oh my God!" Jacob muttered when he looked at the two holes in the board,
where people sat.


"It'll be fun!" I said.  "We can take a shit together if we want!"


Jacob's eyes grew huge and he looked at me, and said, "What if something
is in there, under the seats?"


I roared laughing then.  A moment later, I pulled out my cell phone,
turned on the flashlight, and pointed it in the hole and we looked around
- nothing but what looked like a heap of decomposed manure under each
seat, and nothing appeared to be clinging to the walls under the seat
board either.


"What's in the metal can?" Jacob asked.


I opened the old popcorn tin, and we looked in - 3 rolls of toilet paper,
in a plastic bag, all of which looked fine, and useable yet.


"We keep them in a can, in case any mice get in - don't want them to ruin
all the TP!" I said.


"Well," Jacob said.  "You weren't lying when you said this would be an
adventure!"


We looked at each other for a moment, and I said, "C'mon.  Let's get our
stuff out of the car, and bring in some firewood and water."


So, we brought our bags and the cooler in from the car, grabbed a few
armloads of firewood for the wood stove.  Then I ran down and pulled a
bucket of water from the lake.   I also filled the kerosene lamps with
lamp oil, and located the matches.  Everything was all set then.


"OK, I'm gonna pee," I said.


"I gotta too," Jacob said.


He was surprised when I just stepped out the door and walked a few yards
from the cabin, and whipped out my dick and started to pee.


He followed suit, but said, "What happened to using the outhouse?"


"I only use that for shitting.  If I need to pee, I just do it outside,"
I said.


He didn't reply, but quickly finished peeing, shook off, and zipped up.
I did the same, only finishing a couple seconds behind him.


"How 'bout we go inside, get a drink, get comfortable, and have a chat?"
I said finally, feeling that we couldn't put off the inevitable any
longer.


Jacob didn't say anything, but he suddenly looked ready to vomit.
Never-the-less, he followed me inside.


                                                    *
                                     *
           *


I grabbed a couple bottles of beer from the cooler, and the small bottle
of bourbon that Boner had thoughtfully also included, and sat down on the
couch, with my back against one end of it.


"C'mon and sit opposite me," I said, indicating the other end of the
couch, and holding out one of the bottles of beer toward Jacob.


With a look on his face like he was facing an executioner, he came and
sat on the other end of the couch facing me, and took the bottle of beer
I was offering..  We both opened our beers, and each took a healthy
swig.  I also took a swallow of bourbon.  When Jacob looked hopefully at
me, I handed him the bottle and he too took a swig, then coughed a few
times, as he handed the bottle back to me.


"So..." I said.  "I know you're miserable, and that your life sucks at
the moment, and I truly am so sorry about that.  I hate to see you
hurting Jacob, and I know you are.  You've suffered so many losses this
year, and I know it's killing you.  I'm not the enemy though!  Quite the
opposite.  I love you so much Jacob, and all I want to do is help you get
through all the pain you're in."


Jacob looked at me a moment, as if considering what I said.  I could see
he was experiencing conflicting emotions, which he was trying desperately
to control.  Initially, he looked miserably depressed, and for a split
second, it looked as if he wanted to leap into my arms seeking comfort.
But then, he started to look annoyed, and finally a bit betrayed and even
angry.


"Seems like maybe you don't believe me," I said.


"Can you blame me?" he asked, looking directly at me.


"You really don't believe I love you, and just want you to help you in
any way I can?" I asked.


After thinking a moment, he said, "I always thought that's the way it
was... but... lately, it really seems it's not that way."


He looked hurt for a moment, but then resumed his belligerent stare.


"So, what makes you think I don't feel that way anymore?" I asked.


"Really?" he said.  "You really need me to tell you?"


"Yes, I do want you to tell me exactly how you feel, and why, so we can
discuss it," I said.


"Fine!" Jacob snapped.  "For starters, you knew Duke wasn't my father,
and didn't tell me.  And I know you know who my real father is - but you
won't tell me who he is, or even admit you know who he is!  And now, you
won't even try to talk with Harry's parents to see if I can stay with
them!"


I looked at him, his eyes met mine, and he looked defiantly at me.  I was
mildly surprised that he didn't back down and avert his gaze.


"OK," I said.  "Because it's probably the easiest of your issues for us
to iron out, let's start with your wanting to stay with Harry.  We'll
come back to the other two issues afterward.  Now, I get that you want to
be with Harry.  I really do.  I know you love him, like I love Andy, and
that because you're apart, you're both miserable.  I really do understand
that!   But Jacob, there are a lot of reasons you can't be together right
now.  To begin with, Mr. and Mrs. Phillips may be fine with you visiting
Harry, but they don't want to take on another teenage boy to raise.
Also, don't you think they'd wonder about you and Harry wanting to share
a room?  You remember that Mr. Phillips is homophobic.  Nobody knows how
he's going to react when he finally figures out, or you two tell him,
about you being a couple.  I'm relatively sure that once they know, Mr.
Phillips at least, won't allow you to sleep over anymore.  Nor will he
allow Harry to stay with us anymore.  So... if you want to be able to
spend any time with each other at all before you're adults, you don't
want them to figure out you're a couple.  And, setting all that aside, in
order for you to go to school and live here in the States, I'd have to
give up guardianship to the Phillipses.  That's not something I can do.
I promised your mother that I would finish raising you.  And, I intend to
do that.  Your mother would never want me to voluntarily give up custody
of you to anyone, unless it was absolutely necessary - like if I was
unable to take care of you any longer.  And then of course there's the
fact you're a British citizen, and there'd be the whole mess with getting
you a visa to be here.  Then there's school, but I won't even go into
that.  ... Does any of this make any sense to you Jacob?  Knowing all of
this, can't you understand that you moving in with Harry, at least not
until you're adults, would just not work?"


"But you aren't even willing to TRY to make it work!" Jacob cried, with a
mildly anguished look on his face.


"Because I know it can't work!  And, as I told you - your mother's dying
wish was that I raise you!  If she'd wanted the Phillipses to raise you,
she'd have set it up with them, so they could," I said.


"Don't bring Mum into this!" Jacob said.


"Why not?" I asked.  "Even if she isn't here anymore, what she wanted for
you, is how you should be raised.  Do you disagree with that?"


Jacob looked annoyed, so I figured that in his own mind, he agreed with
what I said.   I didn't expect he would openly agree with me though.


"Well, maybe at first she'd have felt that way, but once we explained to
her, I think she would've agreed, and tried to make it work!"  Jacob
said.  "And it could've worked both ways too!  We could've stayed in New
York some of the time with Harry's parents, and in London some of the
time, with Mum!  And you could still try to set it up to work that way
too!"


"So... say I did try to get Harry's parents to agree to let you and Harry
live back and forth between London and New York," I said.  "Just how do
you think we can justify the undying need you and Harry have to be
together like that, without them either figuring out your relationship,
or you two having to explain it?  And then, just where do you think it
would leave you?  You'd be banned from staying at their house, and Harry
wouldn't be allowed to come see us!  At least with things the way they
are now - us living in London, and Harry in New York - you guys have the
ability to visit back and forth a few times a year.  Isn't it better to
be able to see each other some of the time, rather than never?"


He thought a moment, and I could see from the change in his expression
that he knew I was right.


"Fine!" he said, finally.  "If you're going to put it that way, then I
guess you're right - at least about that!  But it just isn't fair!"


His eyes filled with tears then.  I started to lean forward, but he said
"Please don't!  You may have won that round, but that's just part of it
all!"


"True," I said, leaning back again, disappointed at his response, but not
surprised at all by it..


I opened the bottle of bourbon and took another swig.  Jacob reached
toward me, so I let him have the bottle.  He took another swig, and again
grimaced and coughed a little, before handing the bottle back.


"While we're on the subject of Harry," I said.  "I expect you had sex
with him?"


"Well, yeah!" Jacob said, as if it was crazy of me to even have
considered asking.


"So... you haven't been cleared yet for being sure you don't have HIV," I
said.


"At that point it was only a few days from the end of the waiting
period," he said.  "And I took another test after I arrived in New York.
I'm still negative."


"You really needed to wait the full time limit!" I said.   "There are
scientific reasons why.  Although, yesterday was actually the last day
you were supposed to be 'quarantining' from sex.  We'll get you another
test as soon as possible."


He didn't respond.


"So... did you tell Harry about the guy you were meeting in the park?  Or
about your visit with Austin and Lucas?" I asked, switching gears a
little.


Jacob got a funny look on his face, but then said, "Actually, I did."


"Really?" I asked, surprised.


"Yes John, really!" he said, sounding hurt that I wouldn't believe him.


"I believe you.  I'm just surprised.  What did he say about it?" I asked.


Again, Jacob had a funny look on his face.


"Well, actually, he told me first that he fooled around a couple times
with a guy he met here, so I told him then about what I'd done too." he
said.


"Really?  Hmmm..." I said, more as a comment, instead of a question.  I
was as surprised to hear that, as I was to find out that Jacob had been
cruising in the park.  "OK, so you told him about the guys in the park,
and about Austin and Lucas?  He knows about all of it?"


"YES JOHN!" Jacob cried, giving me a bristling look.


"OK, OK!  So, what'd he say when you told him all that?" I asked, in a
concerned tone.


"He seemed relieved," Jacob said.  "I think he felt just as guilty as I
do about what I did, so he felt that because I cheated too, that we were
even."


"I guess I can understand that," I said.  "And how did you feel when he
told you about his indiscretion?"


He looked annoyed for a moment, but then sighed, and finally said,
"Fine!  I didn't like it!  Especially when he told me about the bloke,
and what they did."


"So, who was the guy, and what'd they do?" I asked, curious about what
Harry had been up to.


"He was a boy our age, who was visiting his grandparents, who live in
Harry's apartment building," Jacob said.  "He's black, and apparently has
a huge cock!  But he's completely a bottom.  Harry got together with him
a few times, until he went back home."


"Interesting," I said.  "So, did Harry get tested too?  I mean who knows
if this other guy had anything?"


"Actually, Harry picked up a couple of test kits, and we tested
together.  He's negative too!" Jacob said.


"Well, that's good," I said.  "How long has it been since he was with
this other guy though?"


"It happened long enough ago, that he didn't have to wait any longer to
test," Jacob said. "So he's negative for sure!"


"Did you tell him you hadn't waited the full time you need to?" I asked.


"Yeah, but he was OK with it, because it was so close to the end of the
wait period, and I had tested negative a couple times already," Jacob
said.


"Alright," I said.  "Well, like I said, we'll get you tested one more
time, just so to be on the safe side.  Obviously if the result is bad,
then we'll let Harry know.  Otherwise, we can drop it.  But, Jacob!
Going forward, you really have to only have sex with Harry, or me, Andy,
Evan, or, as long as you're careful with them, the twins.  Basically,
only people you know won't give you something!"


"You've been very clear about that John!  I get it already!  Enough about
that now - please???" Jacob burst out.


"OK," I said.  "So... I think we killed that subject.  Before we
continue, maybe we should take a break for a few minutes."


"Whatever!" Jacob said, and scowling he got up off the couch and walked
out the front door.  He only walked across the clearing, and took another
leak.  When he finished though, he headed down the path to the pond.


I took another swig of bourbon, then headed outside to take another leak
myself.   When I finished, I wandered down the path to the pond too, a
little way.  In the distance, I saw Jacob sitting cross-legged on the
dock, looking across the water.  I decided to leave him be, so he could
contemplate on his own what we'd already discussed, and gather his
thoughts about our next issues.  Quietly, I returned to the cabin.  I
grabbed another beer, then sat down on the porch, and waited for Jacob to
return.


                                                   *
                             *
     *

Jacob came wandering up the path about 15 minutes later.  He went inside
and helped himself to another beer from the cooler, grabbed the bottle of
bourbon, and joined me on the porch.


"So, you want to tell me why you didn't tell me that Duke wasn't my real
father?" he asked, handing me the bottle of bourbon.  I figured he
thought I might need it for this conversation.  I was pretty sure he was
right!


I took a swig of bourbon, then looked at Jacob and said, "Well... I
haven't always known.  But when I did find out - your fa - I mean Duke
was the one who actually told me... well, I confronted your mother right
away, and she got very upset.  Finally, she admitted it was true, but
then she swore me to secrecy.  And since that day, I have honored my
promise to her.  Jacob!  Your mother had her reasons for not wanting you
to know this.  Whatever those reasons, she felt that you were better off
thinking Duke was your father."


"But both of you knew what Duke did to Tobias and those other boys!"
Jacob cried.  "And you knew I wished he wasn't my father!  But you both
let me go on thinking he was my father!   Who the fuck is my real father,
that you both think I'm better off thinking Duke was my father????  There
can't possibly be anyone who could be a worse father than Duke!!!  Or is
there?   Who the Hell is my father John???"


I took another swig of bourbon, and thought a moment, while Jacob just
stared at me, waiting for my response.


"I suppose the reason your mother didn't want you to know Duke isn't your
real father, is that your real father either isn't willing or able to
admit to being your father, and that you wouldn't be able to meet him or
have a relationship with him.  And therefore, she felt it was more
important that you thought Duke was your father, instead of not being
able to have a father at all," I said.


"Even after everything Duke did?" He yelled, looking incredulously at
me.  "And knowing my biggest wish was that Duke wasn't my father?  How
could you let me go on still thinking Duke was my father???"


At that moment, I felt guilty, and hated myself for having let Jacob go
on thinking that Duke was his father.  At the same time, I wanted to
remind him that his mother kept it a secret after all that had happened
as well, but, I didn't want to speak ill of the dead so to speak, and
upset him even more than he already was.


"Well," I said.  "Actually, I thought that as much as you said that's
what you wished, and honestly, I can understand that you did feel that
way, that it might actually make matters worse for you."


"HOW???" he cried, looking totally confused.


"I guess I felt that on top of everything else you were going through,
that learning that Duke wasn't your father, and that your real father
couldn't or wouldn't acknowledge you, would make it all seem even worse
for you!" I said.


"Well, it wouldn't have!" Jacob yelled.  He let the rest of the air out
of his lungs, then breathed in and in a calmer tone, he continued.
"Instead, I was disgusted with who I was!  All I could think about was
that I'd inherited all Duke's horrible genetics!  It was awful John!"


My eyes began to sting a little, and I felt awful.


"I'm sorry Jacob," I said.  "I never actually thought of it quite like
that.  I do see your point of view now, and have to admit, that if I were
you, I probably would've felt the same way... and I might very well have
broken my promise to your mother and told you that Duke wasn't your
biological father.  I can see now that at least you would've had the
relief of not having to be linked genetically to him.  Of course, right
up until you found out about what he'd been doing, you did love him as a
father.  So... I'm not sure if knowing he wasn't really your father
would've made matters worse in another way for you.  Just know please, I
do get what you're saying, and knowing that now, I may have handled that
part of it differently, and I'm very sorry for making matters worse for
you by withholding what I knew."


Jacob looked at me with a somewhat surprised look on his face, but then
he furrowed his brow and asked, "Would you have told me then who my real
father is?"


"I didn't know at the time, so couldn't have," I said.


He scrutinized my face a moment, and apparently decided he believed me
about that.  So then he asked, in an anguished tone, "Then since you do
now know who he is, why won't you tell me?  I have a right to know who my
father is John!"


I thought a moment, then looked at him sadly, and said "Yeah Jacob!  You
do!  I get it!  And if I were in your shoes, I would feel the same way
you feel," I said.


"So??? Then who is my father???" he asked impatiently, when I didn't
continue.


I thought a minute, then said, "Listen.  First, let me tell you that your
father is a very good and honorable man.  You have great genetics!
Nothing like Duke's genes!"


"You're fucking not going to tell me who he is, are you?" he cried,
looking incredulously at me.


"I can't Jacob!" I said, and his eyes grew huge for a split second, then
he suddenly looked furious.


"Wait!" I cried, holding up my hand.  "There's a very good reason that I
cannot tell you!  But if I told you what that reason was, then I'd be
letting on who he is, and things could all blow up! "


"What are you talking about?" he asked, totally confused.


I thought a moment, then said, "Yeah, I'd be just as confused and
frustrated, and yes angry, as you are too.  I really get it Jacob! ...
So... here's what I can do - when we get home, I will get in touch with
your father, and try to get him to agree to meet you at least once, and
explain to you in person, why he cannot be the father you want him to
be.  I can tell you this - that while he is the one deciding that he
cannot be that person for you, it's not how he would do things, if the
situation was different.  It's not that he doesn't want to be your
father.  He feels he cannot be.  And honestly, I'm not really the one who
should try to explain it to you - he should!  So... given all that's
happened, would you think that's fair - that I try my best to set up a
meeting for you?"


Jacob sat there looking at me with a confused look on his face.  I waited
a moment for him to respond, but he opened his mouth to once, then closed
it, and continued looking at me, even more confused.  I was surprised
then when he reached over, took the bottle of bourbon, got up and walked
out the door, down the path toward the pond.


"Well," I muttered to myself.  "I've gone as far as I can.  The ball's in
his court now.  I only pray he takes my offer, and then eases up on me."


After 15 minutes had gone by, and Jacob hadn't returned, I quietly headed
down to the pond to make sure he was OK.  When I got close enough to see
the dock, he was sitting on it, cross-legged, looking across the pond.
As I watched, he took another swig of bourbon, then coughed hoarsely for
a minute.  I continued down the path just a little further, and stepped
on a twig, that snapped loudly.  Jacob didn't flinch, or turn to look
back.


A few seconds ticked by, as I watched him.  Then, I jumped slightly as he
suddenly called out "You can come join me.  I saved you some whiskey."


Frowning at myself for not watching where I was walking, I strode the
rest of the way down the path, then stepped out onto the dock and sat
down next to him, also crossing my legs.  Neither of us said anything,
nor did we look at each other, although I had glanced sideways at him, to
see just how upset he was.  He wore a blank expression on his face.


Without saying anything, he reached sideways toward me with the bottle of
bourbon in his hand.  I took it.  From the amount that was still in the
bottle, I realized, happily, that he hadn't taken more than a couple more
swigs.  I took a healthy swig then, and then set it down in front of but
between us, in case he felt the need for anymore.  He didn't pick it up
again.


Finally, after a minute or so, without shifting his gaze, he said, "I
suppose I have no other choice than to accept your offer, so... I'll take
it."


"Thank you Jacob," I said.  "I'm really not trying to hurt you, or be
difficult... it's just that there's a lot more to the situation than you
realize, and once you do meet him, and I think I can convince him to do
so, that you'll understand why we all hid the truth from you."


"Who is all of you?" he asked, looking curiously at me.


"Your mother, fa - I mean Duke, and I," I said.


"Oh!" he said.  "And Mum's Barrister as well too, right?"


"Yeah," I said, because I knew he realized that was true.


"Will you tell me anything else about him?" Jacob asked.


"I think you need to ask him for details about anything else Jacob," I
said.


"Fine!" he snapped.  Then after a moment, he asked "You've met him
haven't you?"


I looked at him and said, "Yes."


"Is he really a good person?" Jacob asked.


"Very much so," I said, and I smiled a little.


"So I'd be proud to have him for a father?" he asked.


"Most definitely!" I said, still smiling a little.


Jacob actually smiled slightly and relaxed just a hair.


He tensed slightly, then asked, "Do you think he'll like me?"


"Yup!" I said.


"Wait!  Does he know me already?  Do I know him?" Jacob cried, as the
thought suddenly dawned on him.


I had been expecting it, so I just said, "You'll have to decide that for
yourself when and if you meet him."


He looked curiously at me, but then, apparently thinking I didn't know
one way or the other, dropped the subject.


So, after a minute, I looked at him and asked, "So... are things starting
to get any better between us?"


He looked at me a moment, then said, "A little I suppose... I'm still not
happy you won't just tell me who he is, but... if you really fix it so I
get to meet him, I suppose in the end it'll be good."


"I'll do my best Jacob!" I said.  "There's no promise though that he'll
be willing to meet you."


"If he won't, will you at least tell me who he is?" he asked.


I thought a moment, and finally I sighed and said, "Yeah Jake, I will."


"Really?  You promise?" he asked, looking very closely at my face,
especially my eyes.


I looked him in the eye, and reached out had cupped his jaw in my hand.
I was surprised, but happy, when he allowed me to.  Then caressing his
jaw, I looked him in the eye and smiled, and said, "Yes Jacob, if he
won't meet you, I will tell you who he is, and we'll deal with it from
that point.  I love you very much - and hate that you're suffering over
not knowing.  I get it.  I'd feel the same way.  So yes, if I can't get
you two together, I will tell you who he is - I promise!"


For the first time then, in several days, Jacob actually broke into a
sincere smile, and my heart melted.


"Does this mean there's a chance we can repair our relationship, and try
to get back to where we were before all the shit in our lives happened?"
I asked.


Jacob's smile lessened just a little, but he was still smiling, and he
blushed slightly, and nodded.


"I love you so much Jake!" I growled, and I turned and grabbed him and
pulled him into a hug, and he let me.


Finally, he said the words I was waiting to hear, "I love you too John!"


As tears filled my eyes, he added, "Going forward though, you have to
trust me, as much as you want me to trust you.  And please don't hide
important stuff from me, OK?"


Sniffling, I hugged him tighter, and in a hoarse voice said, "I will.  As
long as you agree to be reasonable and work with me to handle any
situations that come up."


Jacob hugged me tighter then too, and said "I will."   Suddenly I heard
him snuffling and realized he was fighting to hold back tears as well.


After a minute, we finally broke our hug, and sat smiling sheepishly at
one another.


"So, what'a'ya want to do now?" I asked.  "We could take a hike, fish a
little, I even have an old boat we could put on the pond."


He looked at me then and got serious and said, "Well, maybe we can do
those things a little later.  First, if you wouldn't mind, just so we can
put all the mess about my HIV status behind us, can we drive into town?
There was a CVS there, and I could get another HIV test.  I'd like to
finally be sure I'm safe!"


I grinned and said, "I think that's a good idea.


"Besides, our beer supply is getting low too," he said, grinning at me.


"I think we could fix that too!" I said, smiling.


We got up then, and headed back to the cabin.  I took the bourbon bottle
inside, and set it down, then we locked the door, and got in my car and
headed into town.



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                                              *

15 minutes later, we pulled into the CVS parking lot.  Quickly we went
inside, and they did have an HIV home test with instant results.  We got
that for Jacob, and also picked up another 6 pack of beer, along with a
couple of bags of snacks that Jacob wanted, that he thought would go well
with my planned hot dogs.  Then we headed back to the cabin.


As soon as we got there, Jacob sat down at the table and began opening
the HIV test kit.  He followed the directions, and a short time later
grinned and let out a whoop when he saw the results were negative!  I
grinned and gave a whoop myself.  I was very surprised then when he gave
me a coy look, and glanced at my crotch.  Instantly, I felt my dick
beginning to hum!   I was rather surprised Jacob was interested in having
sex with me so soon after all we'd just gone through, but the bulge in
the front of his pants confirmed that he was definitely horny!  I
grinned, and raised and quickly dropped my eyebrows, and he grinned
back.


"So... you're ready for us to have a little fun.... like we used to?" I
asked, looking carefully at him.


In response, he smiled shyly, and reached for my crotch, cupped my junk
and gave it a gentle squeeze.


"I've heard you say that make-up sex can be awesome!" he said.


"Most definitely!" I said, reaching over and cupping his sex organs, and
giving them a squeeze.


Quickly then, his nostrils flaring, Jacob, said in a sultry tone,
"Besides, I think we should celebrate my negative status!"


"Let's get naked then, and I'll give you a good time!" I said, grinning
lewdly.


Quickly, I stepped over and closed and locked the cabin door, then began
stripping.  Jacob too began frantically ripping off his clothes.


As soon as we were both naked, I scooped Jacob up in my arms and stepped
over to the bed, and laid him down on his back, then laid gently on top
of him.


Looking into his eyes, I said, "Can we promise to never let situations
get so out of hand between us again?"


"Uh huh," Jacob said, smiling up at me, his eyes looking a little watery.


I grinned and said, "I love you so much!"  Then I kissed him on the
lips.


Jacob responded hungrily, opening his mouth, and pressing his tongue into
mine.  For a moment, our tongues dueled, while we both ground our hardons
against each other's body.


After a minute or so, I finally broke our kiss, and leaned to the left,
and began licking, nibbling, and kissing Jacob's unpierced ear, as he
squirmed and giggled softly.


I quickly abandoned his ear, and licked down the side of his neck, and
around to his slight Adam's apple, then downward to his chest.  Quickly I
began nibbling and sucking on his right nipple, while I reached for his
left nipple and flicked at it.   Jacob moaned softly.  After a minute, I
swapped over to sucking on his left nipple, and gently squeezing his wet
right nipple.


Impatient to get to the main event, I started licking down to Jacob's
navel, and gave it a good washing, then licked down to his pubic bush,
and sucked the tip of his swollen organ, which was laying pointing
straight up to his navel, into my mouth, eliciting a tiny gasp from
Jacob's lips.  Slowly and sensually then, I sucked the entire length of
his cock into my mouth, until my lips were buried in his pubic hair, as
he moaned happily.


I sucked and swirled my tongue around Jacob's dick for several seconds,
before finally starting to suck up the length of it, to the tip again.
Then, as soon as I had just the head of his penis in my mouth, I began to
slide back down over his shaft again, until his entire tools was in my
mouth.  Again, Jacob moaned with happiness!


I sucked up and down on Jacob then for about a minute, until I began to
taste the saltiness of his pre-cum.  Quickly I pulled off, and at the
same time, lifted his legs up, and spread them apart, opening his
buttocks, and displaying his tight, pick pucker.  Grinning, I leaned in
and began lapping away at Jacob's anus, as he gasped and his sphincter
tightened and released, and tightened and released, under my tongue's
motions.


"Awwww...." Jacob moaned, as I began licking firmly at his opening.


After a few seconds, when I formed the tip of my tongue into a spear, and
pressed against his hole, he groaned loudly, as I penetrated his opening,
and my tongue began to slip through his anus.


"OHhhh!!!" he gasped then, as I began deftly fucking his hole with my
tongue, and I felt his sphincter wildly clamping tightly shut, and then
releasing, over and over.


"MMMMMmmmm" I moaned myself, as I continued shoving my tongue in and out
of my younger step-brother, thoroughly relishing his boyish musky anal
scent!


Eventually, I sensed that Jacob's orgasm was beginning to build, so I
pulled away from him, and lowered his hips slightly.  Quickly I sucked on
the middle finger of my right hand, generously wetting it with my
saliva.  Then, as I lassoed Jacob's rigid member, with its glistening
tip, and began sliding up and down on it again, I pressed my wet digit
against his asshole, and gently slid it all the way up inside Jacob's
rectum, feeling about until I located his prostate gland.  Then, I began
earnestly sucking up and down on his cock, while I deftly finger-fucked
him, pressing my fingertip against his gland, rubbing it back and forth.
Almost instantly Jacob began moaning passionately, as waves of pleasure
washed over him.


"OOOOhhhhhh Fucckkkk Johnnn!" he groaned after a minute or so had
passed.  "I'm gonna cum!!!!:


And he began shoving his hips back and forth a little, pushing his meat
further down my throat, and causing my fingertip to massage his internal
"G" spot a little more firmly.  At the same time, the taste of Jacob's
salty pre-cum became stronger, and I could tell he was leaking copious
amounts of fluid into the back of my mouth, which I quickly swallowed.


"OOOHhhhhhhhh FuuuccccckkkkkkKK!" Jacob groaned loudly, as his body
stopped moving for a split second and stiffened up.


"AWWWWWW!!!  I'mmmm Cumming!!!!"  he gasped a moment later,  again
stiffening, as I felt a blast of hot gelatinous salty fluid smack the
back of my throat, as his sphincter suddenly and tightly clamped around
my finger.


"OOOhhhhhmmmunnn!!!" he groaned a second later as my finger was again
gripped violently, as again his body tensed, and another gush of salty
good flooded my mouth.,


"Gggooddddd!" he moaned, squirming, as still more cum spewed from his
dick, down the back of my throat.


"MMMMmmmmmm!!!!" he moaned, and still more love juice flowed from his
dick.


Although, Jacob continued squirming, and moaning happily, I could tell
the intensity of his spasms was waning, but he was still pulsating with
joy as more semen oozed from his cock into my mouth.


Eventually, after a few more happy spasms, Jacob's entire body gave an
involuntary shudder, and he relaxed, as his orgasm ended.


"Son of  a bitch that was awesome!" he gasped, as he heaved for breath.
Glancing up at him as I slowly pulled off him, and slid my finger out of
his ass, I saw he was smiling happily down at me.


I grinned at him, and his smile broadened.


A moment later though, it faded, and still looking down at me he said in
a disappointed tone, "But I had wanted you to fuck me!"


I grinned and said, "Well that can be arranged!"


He looked curiously at me as I quickly reached for the night stand
drawer, and opened it.  As luck would have it, there was still a tube of
lube in it.  Jacob grinned, and pulled his legs up, as I started to open
the tube.


Quickly I dabbed a little lube on his still relaxed anus, and then
slather my throbbing hardon as well.  Tossing the tube aside, I got into
position, and lowered my cock toward Jacob's winking opening.


"OHHmmmm!" he moaned happily, as I pushed the head of my dick through his
anus, and began sliding into him.


"MMMMMmmmmm!!!"  We both moaned in unison then, as I sank all the way
into him, until my pelvis was pressed firmly up against his ass, and I
felt his sphincter feebly gripping the base of my shaft.


I paused for a moment, so Jacob could get used to my entire dick being
stuffed inside him.  Then finally, I began to withdraw, and slowly
started fucking him, as both of us moaned happily.


After a few gentle, slow thrusts in and out of Jacob, I began to pick up
the pace slowly, until I was soon pumping vigorously in and out of the
boy, and he was continually moaning with pleasure.


As I pumped in and out of him, I looked down at Jacob's face, and could
see the passion building in him again already.  Seeing this started my
own orgasm building, and I began to fuck Jacob harder and faster.  Soon,
we were both continually groaning, as I rutted away on him.


"OOhhhh JOohhnnn!" He gasped, "I'm gonna cum again!"


Suddenly I felt my orgasm swiftly coming to a head as well, and I began
fucking Jacob even faster and harder, as we both heaved for breath, and
gasped passionately, as we grinned at one another.


A moment later Jacob gasped, and his face contorted, as his head snapped
up and back.  I felt his sphincter clamp on my shaft, and wet liquid
splattered my belly.


"Ohhhhhhh!" he groaned passionately.


A split second later, I groaned with pleasure as I sank deep inside
Jacob, and his asshole squeezed my rod again, and he coated my belly once
more, as I blew a huge stream of cum out my urethra, deep into Jacob's
bowels too!


"Ooohhm!" I grunted, shooting more semen into my brother, as he moaned
and gripped my cock.


For a few more seconds, as I continued fucking Jacob, we both kept
spasming joyously, until finally, we were both spent, and I collapsed on
top of him, smearing his sperm all over between our bellies.  I hugged
him, and he wrapped his arms around me hugging me as well.


We lay that way a minute or so, both heaving for breath, and both
luxuriating in our post orgasmic warmth.


"Wow!" I gasped, finally pushing myself up off him, and spinning over to
flop down on my back next to him.


"Yeah!" Jacob agreed, still breathing heavily.


Then a moment later he added, "You're right... make-up sex is great!"


I chuckled and said, "Yeah, except you gotta go through a lotta shit
first, so that you need to make up to begin with."


"It's a shame," Jacob said.


I laughed and he joined in.



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                                                           *
                                                *


A minute later Jacob said, "So... no indoor plumbing... just how do we
get cleaned up?"


"We skinny dip in the pond!"  I said, grinning.


"Ohhh!" Jacob said, "I like the idea of skinny dipping, but I hope it's
not very cold!"


"Should be OK yet," I said.  "C'mon!'


I jumped up and stepped over to the door, unlocked and opened it, and
stepped onto the porch.


"We're just walking down to the pond naked?" Jacob asked.


"Sure!" I said, "Nobody's around!"


"Then why'd you close and lock the door while we were having sex?" he
asked.


I chuckled and said, "Just in case someone did wander by.  Oh - grab a
couple towels off that shelf."


I pointed to a shelf on the wall at the end of the bed, and Jacob got up,
looked over, and then shrugged and reached up and pulled a couple towels
off the shelf, and followed me out the door.


"So, are we nudists now?" Jacob asked as we walked naked in the sunshine
down to the pond.


"Guess we are for the moment," I said, grinning.


When we reached the dock, Jacob dipped a toe in and said, "Seems a tad
cool!"


"You just gotta get in all at once, and in a few seconds you're fine!" I
said, and I shoved him off the dock.


Jacob let out a shriek, then there was a splash as he landed in the
water.  As second later he popped back to the surface and was flailing
around spluttering and shrieking obsceneties at me as I laughed in
response.


Quickly I dove into the pond and surface a few yards away from him.


"You're an arse!" He spluttered and he started splashing water at me.


Grinning, I swam up to him, and then we were wrestling around together in
the water.  Within seconds Jacob was grinning, as he tried to,
unsuccessfully to dunk me.  I dunked him, and again he was spluttering.
I let him dunk me then, so he didn't feel that he had no chance.  And for
a few minutes, we frolicked around together, and then tired, we climbed
out of the water, toweled dry, and spread our towels out on the dock and
laid down naked in the sun for a while.


It wasn't too long before Jacob was asking about the hot dogs I'd
promised, so we headed back to the cabin, got dressed, and then set about
cleaning out the little stone fireplace that stood a little away from the
cabin.  I also raked up any nearby leaves, and swiped at the grass and
weeds near the fireplace with a small scythe.  We raked that debris away,
then gathered up a bunch of twigs and branches, and using those, along
with a few sheets of old newspaper from inside the cabin and some larger
branches on top, started a small camp fire.  As soon as it was going, I
put a small covered pot next to the flames filled with baked beans, and
we each grabbed a long handled fork and stuck some wieners on them and
shoved them into the fire.  Once they were cooked, we happily munched on
the hot dogs and the beans that had warmed up too.  We each had another
beer with our meal, and to finish things off, we toasted some
marshmallows, that Boner had thoughtfully included with our groceries.


After we ate, I suggested we take a hike, while it was still light out.
We headed up a trail into the woods, and walked in about a half hour,
then turned around and came back.  The sun was just starting to set as we
got back, so we ran down to the pond and sat on the dock and watched the
sunset.


While it was still light enough to see, we ran back to the cabin, and I
lit the kerosene lanterns, and started a fire in the fireplace inside.
We had some more hot dogs.  This time along with the snacks Jacob had me
pick up, and finished the meal with some cookies.  We also finished off
our beer.  Afterward, we picked up, then Jacob asked what we should do
for the rest of the evening.   I grinned and waggled my eyebrows up and
down.  He grinned and started stripping, and I stripped down too.


Jacob and I spent the next hour then, pleasuring each other, until we'd
both had a couple of orgasms, then I got up and grabbed the bottle of
bourbon, and we laid in bed, naked, snuggling, and finished off the
whiskey.  By the time it was gone, we were both yawning.  We got up and
stepped outside and urinated, then went back in, I locked the door, and
put out the lanterns.  We climbed into bed then, and within minutes, even
though it wasn't even 10:00 yet, Jacob was fast asleep.


I grinned, and picked up my cell phone and called Harry.


Cautiously he asked how things were going, and I told him everything was
alright again.  I could practically hear him grinning on the other end,
as he told me that was "Brilliant!"


"So, you wanta come down to the shore for the weekend with us?" I asked
him.


I'm surprised Jacob didn't wake up, Harry was so exuberant!  Quickly he
asked his mother if he could join us for the weekend.  She was surprised
we were in town, but quickly agreed!


I told Harry we'd pick him up in the morning, and I'd call when I knew
what time we'd pick him up.  He thanked me and we hung up.


Quickly I called Grandma then, and she was relieved to hear that things
were better between us again.  She was happy to hear we were coming for
the weekend, and that Harry would be joining us!


"I just wish Andy was coming too!" She said.


"Me too, but this was all last minute, and not planned," I said.


We spoke a few minutes longer, ironing out our schedule, then hung up.


Quickly I texted Boner and told him what was going on.


I also texted Andy.  I'd have called him, but it was the middle of the
night.  In my text I told him the basics of what all had transpired, and
that we were going to Asbury Park for the weekend, then would be coming
home.


Finally, I put the phone down and soon fell asleep as well.


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                         *


We both slept very weel, and long that night!  I woke up first, and
looked at the time, and it was already 9:00!   Jacob had felt me moving
about, and woke up as well.


"I gotta take a dump," I said.


"Me too!" Jacob said.


"Wanta use the outhouse together?" I asked, grinning.


"Sure!" he said, but he didn't look all that happy about it.  "Can we
walk out there nude?"


"Don't see why not!" I said, grinning.


I unlocked the door and opened it, and it was already warm and sunny.


"Man, I'm loving this late Indian Summer!" I said, smiling.


Together then, we strode naked to the old two-seater, and each took a
seat.  I left the door open, so we could see outside.   I shit
immediately, and a moment later, Jacob gasped slightly as he pushed a
large shit out as well.  We both cleaned ourselves with toilet paper, and
then sat staring out the door at the beautiful fall day for a couple
minutes.


Finally, I got up, put the toilet paper away in it's cannister, and we
locked up the outhouse, as we were going to take off immediately after
breakfast.


Quickly I built a fire outside, and using a large old skillet, fried up
some bacon and eggs, while Jacob toasted some bread using a long handled
fork.  I also boiled some water and made instant coffee, which left a lot
to be desired.  Jacob wisely chose to drink the OJ that Boner had paced
for us.


As soon as we'd eaten, we took our dishes and utensils to the lake along
with a bucket, some dish soap and a rag.  I washed the dishes, and then
got a bucket of water to douse the fire with.  We put everything away,
and picked up inside the cabin, then packed our leftover groceries, and
our bags, loaded up the car, locked the cabin and put the key back in its
hiding spot, took one quick last leak, and took off.


"So, are we going to Grandma's now?" Jacob asked.


"Yup!" I said.  "I have to drop my car off down there, before we head
home."


Jacob smiled, but looked a little sad.  Today was just Friday, and a warm
and gorgeous day.  I hadn't told him we would be spending the weekend,
which was supposed to be summer like all weekend, in Asbury Park.  He
thought we would just be dropping my car, saying Hello, and hopping the
train back to NYC, to get a shuttle to the airport to fly home.   I
grinned, hoping my little surprise would cheer him up even more!


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