Tanner & Robert
This story is a fantasy of my own creation. The characters are not real; they were born of my imagination. If a consensual relationship between two of-age males bothers you, then do not read further. If you are under the legal age in your area, stop reading now. Any similarities between a character and a real person, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any actions the reader takes as a result of reading this story are not the responsibility of the author.
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Many thanks go to Hal, Jason & Cody for volunteering their time and expertise to edit this story. Comments from readers are encouraged. I appreciate your constructive criticism and remarks.
This story is dedicated in loving memory to Steven Simmons of Sidney, Australia, who, without question (according to him), was T&R's biggest fan. Steven died on May 19, 2002, at age 21, from complications associated with childhood onset diabetes.
Cast of Characters
(Note: This list will expand as new characters enter the storyline)
Robert Chaise Worthington, III - 16-yr. old, one of the two central characters
Robert Chaise Worthington, II - father of Robert III and noted surgeon, professor and researcher
Dorothy Worthington - mother of Robert III, attorney and judge
Kirk - 16 yr-old next-door neighbor and Robert's best friend
Karl - butler, chef, and housekeeper to the Worthingtons
The formal announcement read:
You are cordially invited to witness the profession of love and commitment between Robert Chaise Kingston-Worthington, III and Tanner David Kingston-Worthington on Saturday at Noon, May 19, 2003 at the Faith Community Church in Chettar, Vermont.
With the publication of the announcement our lives became one and changed forever.
Being 16 and an only child can have its drawbacks and its positive side. I can legally drive now, and I don't have to share my car with any brothers or sisters who just might not take the pride and care of it that I do -- but then, I don't have any brothers or sisters.
When my parents approached me about what kind of car I would like upon turning 16, they probably expected me to ask for some trendy, expensive model that all the other kids of rich parents asked for at my high school. But not me! I surprised them with a request for a 1967 Mustang convertible - - V8, of course! And for Christmas this year, Santa brought me a set of car keys. Yep!, keys to my white 'stang!!
My dad rarely let me drive his car; he always sports a Jag convertible while my mom claims ownership of the larger family vehicle, the Lincoln Towne Car. Obviously, having my own car opened up a new sense of freedom for me.
Our butler Karl still has an old VW bus (totally restored) from the hippie era. I would have liked to have had one of those, but he discouraged my asking for one because he said they were dangerous on the superhighways of today - - what with their being very underpowered and difficult to hold in the road against crosswinds. He said that he drove his only around town and used his newer car for trips. My dad agreed with him and would not consider my even looking for an old VW bus to restore - - even if I would just drive it locally.
Let me tell you about my family. My dad is Robert Chaise Worthington, II, a noted surgeon and Professor at the state medical university located in our city. My grandfather was also a physician - - the old family doctor who made house calls. I wouldn't be surprised if Norman Rockwell had used my grandfather for his model in his famous illustration in Colliers magazine.
My mom, Dorothy, was a well-known attorney prior to becoming a judge in the state circuit court system 10 years ago. Her name is presently before the state legislature as one of two finalists for a seat on the State Supreme Court, also located here. Even though my parents have very busy professional lives, they always have time for me, their one and only! When I was born, my mom stayed home and carried on a limited law practice out of our house until I entered the first grade. Her professional sacrifice doesn't seem to have negatively impacted her standing in the legal community; after all, she just might become a state Supreme Court Justice within a few weeks.
Me? I'm an excellent student, a good athlete, and my female friends say I'm "hot". I just wish a felt "hot" about them. Having to come to terms with being gay is still an ongoing daily struggle for me. My parents don't know and probably don't even suspect. Neither do my friends except ... Kirk.
Robert and I have been "best buddies" since before we were born, I guess. I'm the older, by 3 days, and I never let him forget how much more "mature" I am than he. We've been next-door neighbors for the last 12 years ever since his folks built next to us.
My Dad --his name is Matthew --is a partner with Robert's dad in their medical practice. My mom, Veronica, doesn't work but used to be a journalist before getting married and having me and my younger sister, Katy.
When it comes to sexual preferences, I'm straight as an arrow. However, in our earlier teen years Robert and I engaged in the usual sexual experiments so common for guys that age --you know, wackoff sessions, bringing ourselves to climax or bringing each other to climax. But it never went beyond that --especially since my hormones discovered girls.
Looking back at that period now, I guess I don't ever remember Robert's hormones kicking in like mine did (liking girls, that is). He just never dated the opposite sex seriously and rarely took a girl out more than once. I never felt comfortable pressuring him about the matter; it was just Robert; we are best friends, and best friends don't intentionally hurt each other.
When I awoke that cool Fall Saturday morning, I had no idea how my life would, once and for all, take a new and perhaps scary direction.
"Master Robert, breakfast is served in the kitchen. Get it before it's cold," our butler Carl called to me. "Your parents have already eaten and have gone into town shopping. They reminded me to tell you not to forget to pick up Kirk's sister at Miss Janie's house before noon."
"Thanks, Karl. I'll be down shortly." I responded sleepily. What teenager wants to get up this early on Saturday I thought to myself. Then with a sly grin on my face, I decided that if I had to be up this early, so did Kirk. I immediately called and woke him up too. "Get up, sleepy drawers! Come have breakfast with me. We've got some errands to run this morning. Remember? -- like picking up your sister. We'll drop by the House of Music and pick up that CD you've been drooling over. Backstreet Boys, wasn't it?"
"Very funny, asshole! Damn, Robert! What time is it? (pausing). Hell, it's only 8 o'clock! What's with you, anyway?" Kirk groggily responded. "Just wanted to get an early start on the 'rent's errands, that's all," I responded. "Besides, it too nice outside to spend the day in bed. UP AND AT'EM, dog breath."
"Gemme 15 minutes, Sunshine; save some pancakes for me," mumbled Kirk into the phone.
"Carl, it's the doorbell. I'll get it. Wonder who would be knocking at our door this early in the morning?" I hollowed out.
I opened the door, gasped, then lost my breath. In fact, I almost landed on the floor from the shock at what, or who, was standing in the doorway. There I was, or there he was -- my clone, except a bit older looking or, at least, a bit more mature appearing. He held out his hand and said, "Hi, I'm your half-brother, Tanner!"
-- end of Chapter 1 --