Tanner & Robert
by Eagle & Cody
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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
(appearing in this episode)
Robert Chaise Worthington, III - 16-yr. old, one of the two central characters
Tanner David Kingston - half-brother to Robert, the other central character
Dorothy Worthington - wife of Dr. Robert Worthington, mother of Robert, III and attorney
Dr. Robert Worthington - Doctor and University professor, father of Robert III and husband to Dorothy
Kyle Cody Kingston - Tanner's half-brother
Jason Kingston - Tanner and Kyle's uncle
Jamie Burton - Jason Kingston' recently "adopted" 17-yr-old foster son
Judge Thomas Warren - Senior Family Court Judge, California
Judge Bennet Taylor - Family Court Judge, Virginia
Max Steadman - brother of Hank, one of the bad guys
Hank Steadman - really bad guy (in prison)
Frank Brown (new) - high school principal
The next two days would be busy ones for all of us. Dad returned to his medical practice; Tanner would begin the ministrations of transferring to the University beginning in January, and Mom and Kyle were seeing to his being registered at my school this morning. Mom also had to put in an appearance at her office to continue the final planning for the swearing-in ceremony this coming Saturday. All in all, it meant that I would be without Tanner all day for the first time since he appeared in our lives. Color me not too happy.
Tomorrow morning would find Tanner, Kyle, Mom and Dad in the judge's chambers for the custody/adoption hearing. As much as I wanted to attend, I realized that I had missed enough of school lately. The proceedings weren't going to be a "Perry Mason- like" courtroom spectacular. Mom and Thomas had perused the documents over the weekend and everything seemed to be in place -- all the "i's" dotted and all the "t's" crossed and legal-like.
As Dorothy ...uh...Mom and I headed to my new high school to begin the registration process, she called her law office using her cell phone just to let her staff know where she would be and what time they could expect her to make an appearance. Mom informed me that since this week was a holiday week, her office would only be open until 1 p.m. today through Wednesday. Thanksgiving Day and Friday were paid holidays for her colleagues - - which numbered over 100.
After parking in a visitor's spot we entered the very attractive administration building and proceeded to the attendance office. Upon entering the outer office we were greeted by the receptionist/clerk.
"Good morning. We're here to register my son," Mom said.
"Just a moment, Mrs.?" the receptionist said. "Worthington, Dorothy Worthington," Mom responded.
"I'll check with Ms. Simpson, our new attendance officer, Mrs. Worthington. This is her first day here. Our former attendance administrator suddenly retired a week ago because of health problems...Please, do have a seat. I'm Jeannie Blake, by the way. I'm new here also; haven't even had time to get a sign made for my desk."
Mom smiled kindly and said, "Thank you. Kyle and I will just have a seat over on the sofa."
Mrs. Blake knocked on Ms. Simpson's office door and went in. Moments later we heard the last of a conversation as Mrs. Blake opened the door and returned to her desk, looking somewhat flustered.
"... very well, send them in; but I've got more important tasks to do this morning than having to spend time registering a new student. Why couldn't they wait until next week after the holidays?"
Mom and I glanced at each other as we reacted to the snippet of the comments from what seemed like an unhappy lady in the adjacent office. A somewhat embarrassed Mrs. Blake was red in face when she realized that we had overheard those final comments.
She began, "I'm sorry you had to hear that, Mrs. Worthington. Ms. Simpson just seems so stressed out today -- remember that it's her first day."
"Think nothing of it, Mrs. Blake. I'm sure we'll get Kyle registered without any problems. Thank you for your very kind assistance," Mom commented with a friendly smile directed toward Mrs. Blake. However, even in the short time I had known my new mom, I could tell there was hint of irritation in her voice.
We turned as a voice impatiently spoke, "Come on into my office; I'll be with you in just a moment. Let me just clear off my desk here." It was Ms. Simpson. She was smiling, but the tone of her voice spoke of an unwelcoming and impatient demeanor.
Without introducing herself or asking our names, she continued abruptly, "You're here to register your son, I believe. Do you have the necessary paperwork?"
Mom responded, "Well, most of it. We have his transcripts from his school in California, and, by tomorrow, I'll have the finalized adoption papers. You see, the court hearing is tomorrow morning."
Ms. Simpson stood suddenly and in an unfriendly tone stated, "Mrs. ... Mrs."
"Worthington, Dorothy Worthington," Mom offered.
"Well, Mrs. Worthington, we're wasting your time and mine. We cannot even begin the registration process without the official adoption papers, and those transcripts you have with you are not worth the paper they're printed on. Such documents are easily altered and doctored," Ms. Simpson said rather nastily. "We require that the former school district mail us official sealed copies; however, in the meantime, I'll accept faxed copies."
Mom coolly said, "Mrs. Simpson, if we could just take a look at what his required courses and electives might be, I'll be more than glad to have his grades faxed and the official court papers here tomorrow afternoon. It would be nice if he had the opportunity to discuss his curriculum needs and alternatives tonight over dinner with his dad and me."
"Excuse me, Mrs. Worthington, but perhaps I didn't make myself clear. Nothing else can be done until I have ALL the necessary legal papers. That's school board policy. Now, if you will excuse me!" Ms. Simpson abruptly stated and indicated for us to leave.
I sat there quietly, pissed off to the core, but not saying a word. I can deal with older people sometimes being short and kind of rude to me. But to utterly disrespect my new mom, a lady I've grown to respect so much in the past few days, was almost more than I could handle.
Mom grabbed my hand and reached over with the other and brushed a stray hair out of my face. I don't know how moms do it, but they have this amazing ability to calm you down with a look or a gesture. In about two seconds Mom made me feel as though there was not an extremely bitchy woman standing across from us -- looking at the both of us like we were something she had stepped in on her way to work this morning.
Mom redirected her attention back to Ms. Simpson. I could tell from the look on Mom's face that her patience was wearing thin; my patience was past gone.
She stood, faced our most "accommodating" Attendance Officer and asked, "May I use your phone for a moment, please? I assure you this won't take long. I wouldn't want to interfere with your official duties any longer than necessary."
"Just as long as it's brief; my schedule is full this morning," Ms. Simpson responded.
Mom dialed a number from memory, and in a moment we heard her say, "Julie, this is Dorothy Worthington. Is Sid available? I need a moment of his time. Wonderful ... thanks ... I'll hold. Sid? Just a second, please; I want to change phones."
Mom placed the call on hold and said with a somewhat strained manner, "I'll just continue this conversation in the outer office. Thanks for your kindness, Ms. Simpson, ... and your professionalism."
Mom shut the door leaving Ms. Simpson in her office; walked over to Mrs. Blake's desk, and continued her phone conversation.
"Sid, I'm over at the high school and was attempting to enroll our soon-to-be adopted son. The adoption papers will be finalized tomorrow morning. I brought a sealed copy of Kyle's transcripts that he had with him from his school back in California. Anyway, I realized now that I should have waited until after the court proceedings tomorrow morning to begin this process."
"However, I thought we could at least take home some information regarding the courses he'll more than likely be required to take and also a list of possible electives. But that's not why I'm calling. The new Attendance officer, Ms. Simpson, -- I don't know who hired her, but I really would question their judgment. You know me, Sid. I don't interfere with the day-to-day operations of our school system, but this time I'm butting in -- not as Chairman of the School Board, but as a parent who's been on the receiving end of behavior that was unprofessional and, frankly, an embarrassment to the school."
Mom related in detail to the Superintendent of Schools what had just transpired. When she had finished her conversation, she asked a startled Mrs. Blake to tell Ms. Simpson that the Superintendent wished to speak with her.
Mom and I took our seats in the outer office and waited. I looked at her and grinned broader than I had all day. Mom just sternly looked forward but I could swear I could see her fighting back a smirk, not because she thought any of this was funny but, I think, because she saw how amused I was. It wasn't very long before a pale-faced, shocked and distraught attendance officer opened her door and stepped into the outer office. Mom and I were all business again.
She haltingly said, "It seems that I owe you an apology, Mrs. Worthington. I had no idea you were Chairman of our school board. I'll be more than glad to assist you and your son. If you'll just step back into my office."
In an exasperated tone mom responded, "You just don't get it, do you, Ms. Simpson? I'm not expecting any special favors because of my elected position on the board and am not asking for any. However, I do expect to be treated with the common courtesy that a person in your position would treat any parent who comes to your door."
Mom continued, "I realize that you're new here--and you may be having a bad hair day -- but that's no excuse for your unprofessional behavior towards my son and me. If you expect to remain employed in this district, I strongly suggest you re-evaluate your attitude and behavior towards the citizens of this community. Otherwise, I'm afraid your tenure with this district will be very short lived."
She continued, "Now, if you'll just give me a copy of the course listings and other paperwork, we'll discuss with Kyle tonight his curriculum alternatives and then register him tomorrow once we have the court papers."
As we left the attendance office and headed for the parking lot, Mom and I were warmly greeted by a gentleman who was just coming out of the principal's office.
He shook mom's hand, "Dorothy, so good to see you. What brings you down to this neck of the woods?" he questioned, accompanied by a genuine smile on his face.
"Hello, Frank. Nice to see you too. We were here to begin Kyle's registration process but didn't have all the necessary paperwork."
Turning to me she said, "Kyle, this is Mr. Frank Brown, the principal of this school; and, Frank, this is Kyle, our newly adopted son. He'll be registering as a junior."
While firmly shaking my hand he said, "Very nice to meet you, Kyle. I hope you'll be happy here. It's really a fine school--and I'm not just saying that because I work here. It was before I came and will continue to be after I'm long gone."
Turning to Mom he continued, "So Robert finally has that brother he's longed for for so long, eh, Dorothy?"
I could tell he was dying of curiosity as Mom said, "Actually, Frank, Robert has two new brothers now. Tanner, his older brother, will be a junior at the university beginning in January. He and Kyle have just relocated here from California. Tell you what, if you and Susan don't have anything planned for Friday brunch, please join us and meet our version of the Brady Bunch and some friends who are visiting with us this week."
"Dorothy, we'd love to, but let me check with the boss first. Can Susan call you at home tonight?" he replied.
"Of course, she and I haven't had one of our 'girl' talks in a long time," Mom responded.
"Oh, Frank," mom asked, "May I call you from my office later this morning? There's a school personnel issue that I wish to discuss with you -- as a parent, not a school board member. Kyle and I will be dropping by my office in a few minutes. Say about an hour from now?"
"Of course, Dorothy. I'll be glad to discuss any concerns you may have. I'll be around here until 4 p.m. anyway. ... Nice meeting you, Kyle. I hope you find a real school home here."
"Thank you, sir."
We said our goodbyes and proceeded to Mom's office where I became the instant center of attention -- seemed like hundreds of handshakes. Everyone was gracious, friendly and very curious about "Dot's new teenage son."
Robert (Monday evening)
Tanner drove us to my favorite haunt up in the hills that overlooks the city and the campus. The moon was full and nary a cloud in the crisp evening sky. He was wearing a white, button up dress shirt, no T-shirt, and nice fitting khakis. Honestly, I have no idea why I paid so much attention to what he was wearing. I guess that even dressed in something as plain as what he had on, he looked extremely good.
We stopped at the lookout facing the town. Tanner let the top down on his convertible. There were no streetlights up there so we had an awesome view of the moon and almost every star in the sky. Tanner made some comment about how beautiful the town looked from here and something about the stars, but all I was focused on was how amazing he looked in the silver moonlight.
"What are you thinking about, Chaise?" I fell out of my daze in time to hear Tanner ask.
"I don't know. I'm thinking about you, I guess."
Tanner laughed a little; I didn't see what was so funny. "What's the deal?" I asked.
"You're horny, aren't you!?"
"I am not!" I lied, but Tanner gave me a look that said, 'Yeah, right'.
"Ok, maybe I'm a little horny, but anyone could have guessed that with this atmosphere and your looking all sexy over there."
"That's not it, baby." Tanner said still smiling broadly. "Whenever you're horny or excited you tend to go to another place and zone out on me. You also slightly nibble on your bottom lip. I don't know why, but that kind of drives me crazy. I would give anything to know what you think about and where your mind goes when you daydream like that."
I looked at Tanner with disbelief. It's amazing how he can know things about me that I don't even know about myself.
"So, what were you thinking about?" Tanner grinned.
I smiled, "Just then I was thinking about you...and your shirt."
"Yeah, I was thinking about how I wish you didn't have that shirt on right now."
"We can fix that," Tanner said as he started unbuttoning his first few buttons. I caught myself biting my bottom lip as Tanner's hard pecs came into view. I looked bashfully into his eyes.
"Told you," he said as he leaned over and kissed my lips softly.
Who knows how long we kissed but I noticed his shirt off when I found my hands running over the muscles of his back. I tried to crawl over his body but ran into opposition from the gear shifter.
Tanner broke the kiss. "Does anyone ever come up here?"
"Nah, I don't think so -- only me, Kyle and Katy. I think this used to be private property until recently so most people don't know about it."
"Good, let's get more comfortable." Tanner got out of the car and hopped into the back seat with his back to the door and his leg stretched across the seat. I caught on and climbed in the back with him. I leaned back in his arms with my back on his chest and my head resting on his shoulders. My ass could feel a definite stiffness in his crotch but I didn't want to make anything of it -- yet. For now I was just enjoying being there with him relaxing in his arms.
"This is how things are supposed to be, baby," Tanner said breaking our silence. "You, here with me, with my arms around you, gazing at the stars and your eyes."
"Damn, I thought I would go crazy without being with you today. I have never been in such a hurry to get away from school before in my life!"
"You're telling me! Dad and I got me transferred and registered for classes for the spring semester. We spent so much of the day meeting and shaking hands with counselors, professors, deans, and sooo many old friends of his I was afraid that my hands would loose all feeling! I really wanted to get away and meet you at your school for lunch or something so that I could see you."
"Hey, babe, we're together now, and don't mind Dad; he's just so damn excited about his two new sons."
"Yeah, we're excited about finding you guys too. I'm gonna stay here and finish school and make you guys proud of me."
"I already am proud of you, Tanner." Tanner gave me a weird look.
"What for? I haven't done anything,"
"That's bullshit. You were brave enough to come looking for your dad and you found us. You let me fall completely in love with you. And, all you ever want to do is make me happy."
"That's because you make me happy, Chaise. I'm the luckiest guy in the world."
I tilted my head to look in Tanner's eyes. He was staring off into space as if he were thinking of something important, something sad.
I started to ask what was wrong but as I if he could read my mind Tanner continued, "Chaise, I've lost my mom, my dad, the house I grew up in, and basically my whole life in California. But when I'm with you...I don't want to say that all of the hurt I feel disappears, but to tell you the truth...it kind of does. When you smile at me I can't help but to smile back; and when I'm holding you close to me, like this, I just forget all of the shit that's going on in my life and with the rest of the world because you're more important to me than anything. We make love and it's like nothing I've ever experienced before in my life. It's like heaven--you're my angel, Chaise. I love you more than you can ever know. I don't know what I would do if I ever lost you."
"Hey, bro, don't worry about that; I'm not going anywhere -- ever. I'm yours always. I love you, too."
Tanner's arms tightened around me as we sat there looking into each other's eyes. He bent down and lightly kissed me on my forehead; I tilted my neck so he could kiss my lips. Softly, his lips touched mine, and he gently kissed me.
Tanner's hands, getting adventurous, started running across my abs. My ass felt his cock start coming back to life. He broke the kiss and looked at me with a mischievous grin.
"So you say no one comes up here ever, right?" he asked as he started unbuttoning my pants.
"Nope ...no one...ever." I said enjoying the feeling of Tanner playing with my cock through my shorts.
Tanner began nibbling and sucking on my ear as he fully unzipped my pants. I raised my hips so he could push them and my underwear down under my ass. His hands went immediately to his pants and undershorts he pushed them down and brought my ass back down over his hard shaft and heavy balls.
"Have you ever gotten off in a car, outside, in the middle of nowhere, Chaise?" Tanner whispered while his kisses moved down to my neck.
"Mmmmm, No," I managed to say as Tanner's hands wrapped around my pole and lightly squeezed my balls.
"This will be a first for both of us," I mused.
Tanner's hand tightened on my cock and his speed increased. I used to jack-off all the time, but someone else's hands jerking your meat feels a lot better than your own any day.
I was really grinding my ass on Tanner's cock as he started biting my neck harder and harder, the thought of the mark he was making made me moan louder. His hands moved from my shaft and gripped my hips firmly moving my body back and forward along the length of his leaking pole.
"God, I need you, Chaise," Tanner whispered in a lust-filled raspy voice. His cock continued to lube my ass with the precum that was flowing from the head.
Damn, I needed him too! Lifting my ass, I gripped his cock and positioned his head to my hole. I tried to lower myself on his waiting shaft but Tanner's hands held my body firmly over his throbbing angry missile.
"C'mon, Tanner, I need this," Chaise said squirming to get free of my grasp and plunge into my pole.
"God, baby, I need this too, but I can't hurt you, Angel. I'm not gonna ram it into you dry. I can't do it no matter how horny we both are and how much it's killing me right now."
"We can fix that problem," Chaise said as he wiggled free of my grip and got in a position where he was face to face with my rod.
Chaise gently kissed the head right on the slit before he swallowed my length entirely. His beautiful lips enclosed around the base of my pole and my cock head was surrounded in the warm wet tightness of his throat.
I hissed from the sudden pleasure my baby brother was sending through my pole. My head shot back and banged against the door I was leaning against, but in my lustful state, I was definitely feeling no pain.
His tongue made love to my head, paying special attention to the sensitive crown before descending. Chaise sucked harder and harder bobbing faster and faster, coating my dick with his spit and precum, so much that I could feel it start running down my balls.
I became so turned on it was all I could do not to grip his hair and rape Chaise's throat. I placed my hand on his neck and pulled him up and down on my cock as fast as he could possibly go -- It was AWESOME!
Chaise released a hungry moan as his skilled tongue pushed my dick closer and closer to the edge making me shake in ecstasy.
He then suddenly pulled his lips free from my rod breathing in deeply catching his breath. He shifted to straddle my waist and pointed his hole directly over my wet shaft. He looked deeply into my eyes telling me without words that he was ready for what I've been waiting all day to give him. With our gazes locked I spit on my fingers and brought them to his tight hole, spreading a generous amount on the opening. I scooped some spit and cum that was sliding from my balls on the fingers and began inserting them into Chaise's ass.
His eyes clinched shut as I removed my probing fingers and placed my thick mushroom head at the entrance of Chaise's now well-lubed hole. I gripped a fist full of his hair while Chaise began his decent on my cock. We brought our tongues into a forceful passionate kiss that topped any we had had so far. I could taste my cock and a little of my precum on his tongue; we kissed deeper.
In no time my rod was completely buried in the tight hot hole of my lover again. Chaise broke the kiss and gave me the most pleading look I have ever seen on his face to date.
"Fuck me, Tanner," he said simply, His stomach quivering from the presence of my cock completely inside him and from his pure need to have me take control of his body and bring us both to the place that only our lovemaking can take us.
Chaise slowly raised and lowered himself, his eyes clenched shut, steadily working up a rhythm as he fucked himself on my pole.
"God! Fuck me, Tanner!" he asserted more as he started grinding his hips on every down stroke. I gripped his hips and forced him down harder making him squeal as he continued to fuck himself up and down, up and down, faster and faster.
"OH, FUCK, Tanner...Pleeease! Fuck me, Baby!!" Damn, his pleading was driving me fuckin insane.
"God, baby...do you feel how hard my dick is for you, Chaise" I said now thrusting upwards meeting his downward plunges.
"Mmmmmmmm!!" was the only way he could respond, as he was lost in the feeling of my cock taming the fire in his ass.
"Do you know how hard this big brother cock wants to pound the hell out of his little brother's ass?" I said letting my inhibitions go and telling Chaise what was on my mind. "Tell me how much you want it, baby," I said repositioning my self on my knees and letting Chaise's upper body lean back and fall to the seat.
"OH, God!!" Chaise screamed as I pulled my cock completely from his ass and watched him squirm on the back seat. His ass was bucking in my hands like an angry bronco. "Fuck ME!!" Chaise moaned almost as if he were in pain.
I brought his ass back to my cock and inserted it to the hilt before I took it all the way back out again.
"Ahhhhhh, OHHH, FUCK" Chaise screamed like a virgin schoolgirl, making my precum launch from my rod.
"Fuck, Yeah! Scream for me, baby!" I said as I inserted and repeated the process.
I inserted again and again and again; finally, Chaise couldn't stand the attack on his prostate any longer and his legs wrapped around my waist with a python's grip. I pried them from around me and pushed his knees damn near to his chest and started pumping his ass a mile a minute Chaise was almost in tears from the shear pleasure of it all.
I released his knees from his chest and they wrapped around the middle of my back. I fucked Chaise harder and harder slamming my entire weight into each thrust. His screams only got louder pushing me over the edge. The smacking sound from my balls and thighs slapping his little ass was becoming louder and more frequent. I could barely hold on.
"FUCK, I'm cumming!!" I hissed through clenched teeth. Chaise's hand wrapped around his shaft and I swear in two pulls he was shooting his thick load all over his face and my chest...It was all she wrote as I slammed in Chaise's ass and came hard, depositing my hot seed damn near directly into his stomach.
Chaise and I were both trying to catch out breath kissing wildly, moaning incoherent 'I love you's' when suddenly we were blinded by a bright light.
"What the hell is going on here, gentlemen?" a deep, slightly amused voice questioned.
"Oh, fuck!" Chaise and I exclaimed almost simultaneously while we were searching for our cloths on the floorboard.
The light was turned out of our faces, and our attempt to cover up with clothing proved futile since somehow they were thrown to the front of the car and found themselves out of reach. Chaise has his back turned to our onlooker and his face buried in my chest. He was scared to death. My eyes were starting to adjust to the moonlight, and I saw the person that interrupted perhaps the greatest orgasm of my life.
Seeing who it was my heart sank even further. It was a cop. A city policeman in full uniform! "SHIT" I hissed and Chaise's arms tightened around me.
I managed a weak smile as I said "Good evening, officer."
"Shit!" Robert echoed.
"Well, the evening certainly is good for one of us!" the officer said as he broke out in hysterics.
Hearing the officer laughing so hard kinda put me off at first -- frankly because that was the last thing I thought this macho guy would be doing upon finding two young fags clearly violating a few thousand public decency laws.
The more I thought about how Chaise and I must look to the officer the more I had to chuckle; then, I started laughing nearly as hard as he was. Chaise removed his head from my chest and stared back and forward between the officer and myself giving us puzzled looks.
"Damn, you boys were keeping up so much noise you could wake the dead," The officer said through broken laughter.
"Um, we're sorry, sir... it won't happen again." I said in my best mock please-don't-write-me-a-ticket-sir voice. I don't know why, maybe it was because of the painfully amused officer that was pointing and laughing at us, but I felt like were not in as much trouble as we could have been in.
"The way your buddy here was screaming it had better happen again -- at least twice a day." Chaise's face flushed red and so did mine, but the officer was in tears laughing.
"So does this mean we're not under arrest?" I said half joking half serious.
"We'll just call this a warning. Meaning next time you two decide to come up here and screw each other's brains out, you should give me a warning not to show up, or at least tell me ahead of time so I can grab my video camera and a good bottle of jerk-off lotion!" Damn this officer was on a roll, taking great pleasure in Chaise's and my embarrassment.
"Lucky for you guys I'm off duty," the officer joked. "The name's Jacob, by the way." The officer said as he stuck out his hand. Chaise was still giving the officer confused looks. I reached out my hand and shook with Jacob.
"Pleasure meeting you, Jacob, but it seems you caught us at a bad time." I said as I reclined against the door of the back seat. Chaise turned to face the officer and shook his hand too.
So, what's your name, kid?" Jacob asked my embarrassed Chaise.
"I...umm...Robert...sir." "Damn, you're too cute, Robert." Jacob said through a perfect smile. Robert blushed big time.
"Hey what is this! Hit on Tanner's boyfriend night?" I said as I wrapped my arms around Chaise and pulled him to me on the seat!
"Easy, big fella, no need to get hostile. I had to try, didn't I?" Jacob said snickering "You two can put your weapons away now" he said gesturing at our exposed naked members. We all laughed at Jacob's humor.
"Boy! With the way he screams I can see why you had to take him all the way out to the middle of nowhere to have your way with him...Now move over it's my turn!" Jacob said reaching for his belt, then falling back laughing hysterically. Damn, he was really enjoying himself at our expense.
"Well, officer, I had it on good authority that no one ever came up here or even knew about this place," I said staring at Chaise.
"Well, whoever told you that was absolutely correct. No one ever comes up here except me, the character you're with and another guy and girl that I'm assuming to be this clown's brother and sister."
"I usually come up here every night to relax and unwind in the peace and quite. When I hear your lover or one of his friends come by, I just go away cause I figure they might want to be alone."
"Tonight I heard screams and thought maybe it was murder! Imagine my surprise when I found you two!" the officer said breaking down again.
Chaise and I grabbed our cloths and began dressing while we made small talk with Officer Maxwell. We found out he was 22, had been a policeman for 2 years and is currently in college studying to be a defense attorney. He's from Atlanta, Georgia, and moved here to live with his sick grandma when he was about 16.
He seemed like an all around nice guy -- coaches little league baseball and girl's softball in the summer for the local YMCA and the junior high school. He's a boxing coach for a gym close to his neighborhood, and he's a mentor for abused or runaway kids in the shelter. Most of the ones he works with are gay, he happened to mention.
We talked for a couple of hours about life in general, the full story of how Chaise and I met, and the stuff that happened with my parents. He was able to sympathize because he went through almost the same thing with his grandmother.
The only reaction he had to the fact that Chaise and I were half-brothers was "Oh, that's why you two look so much alike."
We found out through the course of the conversation that Jake was also gay -- probably the reason he was so cool with catching Chaise and I in the state we were in. The fact that he doesn't have a serious boyfriend really blew Chaise and me away.
The guy was fuckin' incredible to look at. He was a black guy, stood at about 6'5" maybe 210 to 220 lbs. With his height it was hard to guess weight, but his body even through the clothing was incredible. His chest is huge; no doubt leading to hard six or eight pack abs. His smile was every bit just as beautiful as Chaise's, and he was as charming as the devil. He had the most perfect flawless mahogany skin I've ever seen on a guy, and his beautiful lips were begging to be kissed or do the kissing, pretty much whatever he wanted to do! The guy was perfect! Chaise and I were both mentally undressing him over and over as the conversation progressed.
Jacob was an incredible guy, funny as hell, smart and caring, and again, damned beautiful--inside and out. He was pretty much alone up here he didn't have very many close friends except for his dog and a few buddies he had on the force that were ok with his being gay. He commented that they never really wanted to talk about it or try to understand it -- at least, they accepted him.
The night wore on, and we all just sat around talking about mom, dad, his parents, Katie, Kyle, Jamie, Kurt, even Karl. He knew our whole family, and we pretty much knew his. We were just naturally comfortable with each other.
It was already very late and Jacob had to work an early shift the next day so he and Chaise exchanged phone numbers and said good night. We invited him to thanksgiving dinner and wouldn't take no for an answer. He accepted after some prodding ... now to just remember to tell Mom.
It was close to 3:00 a.m. when we walked into the dark house. Everyone was in bed so we made an extra special effort to be quiet so as not to disturb anyone. There was a note on my door reminding Tanner and me about the morning court appearance. Mom wanted us up and on the way to the courthouse by 9:30.
Tuesday morning -- Judge Bennet Taylor's courtroom
"Well, it seems like everyone is here; let's get started. I reviewed all the documents; everything seems to be in order so there's no reason to prolong these proceedings."
"Kyle, may I assume that your petition reflects your true feelings and that you're asking to be adopted of your own free will?"
"Yes, sir, your Honor. I'm so lucky to be able to have mom and dad as my new parents. You have no idea," Kyle responded with emotion in his voice.
"I think I do, young man. Indeed, you are one of the lucky ones."
"Well, seeing that there are no objections, I hereby declare that Dorothy and Bob are your legally adopted parents. Congratulations to you all."
"And Kyle, what have you decided about your last name? Do you wish to change it? If so, now is the time to do that also."
"Yes, sir; I've thought long and hard about this. My first feelings were that of guilt if I changed my last name from Kingston to Worthington -- like I was being disloyal to my parents. But Tanner and I think that we've hit upon a compromise solution and that our parents would be happy with our decision. I want to be known as Kyle Kingston Worthington," Kyle stated with conviction.
"Kyle, I think that is an excellent idea. And, Tanner, is that what you want to do also?" I asked.
"Yes, sir, your Honor; it is." Tanner stated.
"Very well; Tanner, since you're over 18, there are no legal obstacles to your requesting that Dorothy and Bob adopt you also. Therefore, it is the pleasure of this court to add you officially to the Worthington clan with the name of Tanner Kingston Worthington. Again, congratulations to all of you."
"One more thing! Dorothy, Bob, It does my heart good to know that there two wonderful young men will be a part of your family. Your opening your hearts and home to them renews my faith in one's fellow man and woman. You're good people, and I'm glad to count you as my friends. Court is adjourned."
As Judge Taylor came from behind the "bench", he took off his robe, walked over to Dorothy, gave her a hug and then shook Bob's hand saying, "Going from a single child family to three is going to take some adjustment, isn't it? Damn, three teenagers in the house. GOOD LUCK!"
Dorothy laughed heartily and answered, "It's already started -- a three-ring circus -- and then Kirk and Katy from next door -- well, let's just say there'll be no more quiet times in the Worthington household for a long time, and we wouldn't want it any other way. Right, Bob?" "Absolutely! And, I'm still speechless about the name change. They really surprised us on that! It was difficult to hold in my emotions when I realized what Kyle and Tanner had decided. We were really moved, to say the least," Bob stated.
Dorothy just nodded her head as tears appeared in her eyes.
Tanner and Kyle walked over and said, "Hi, Mom and Dad for real this time!" A group hung ensued! )
Maximum Security State Prison, Virginia
"Max, I don't give a shit how you do it, but this Judge Worthington bitch is going to pay big time. Now, have you lined up Vinnie and Tony yet? They're real pros and owe me a few favors."
"Hank, man, if something goes wrong, we're all headed for the chair. Are you sure about bringing this shit down?" my brother, Max asked.
"FUCK, yea! Nobody's gonna screw with me and get by -- it's my time now!!!"
-- end of Chapter 20--