Date: Sat, 16 Aug 2003 22:01:02 EDT
From: Getrealguy@aol.com
Subject: The Power - Part 12 (gay/incest, gay/sf-fantasy)

			    The Power - Part 12
			   By GetRealGuy@aol.com

During that first week, after Bob and I became known as the sexiest guy's
around, the female population started to swarm on us.  That was super
because the Junior Hop was coming up so all I had to do was to choose my
date out of the swarm.  Bob had it made.  He could pick any girl in the
school, including in the senior class, even the most sought after, the
Queen Bee, Mary Williams.  At the time, she was dating Dick Underwood ...
prominent basketball and soccer player, but that didn't stop Bob.  While
Bob could make the gals swoon on the dance floor, I had to be more
selective.  I would have to find one that would be willing to help me
brush-up on my slow dancing so I wouldn't look like a spastic out on the
dance floor.

Dick Underwood, because of his extremely good looks, was "the mostest"
with the girls, up until last week when we started being noticed.  He had
the name "Big Dick", but believe me, that was only because he was big and
tall.  After one of the games, I went to the locker room for a sneak peek
at it ... monkey meat.  Dick's biggest fear was that either Bob or I
would move in on his gal.  If she liked big cock, his fear was justified.
He didn't have to worry about me.  I already had my fling at straight
sex, been there, done that.  That mating ritual that I carried out with
The Raggedy Ann wasn't enough to persuade me to switch over.

It was different with Bob.  He was stuck on girls, for sure.  His
attraction to Mary Williams was not for her, but for her Jaguar.  She
came from the "well-to-do" and seemingly, the Jag was all hers.  It was
the only one in town so it attracted a lot of attention; she used that to
her advantage.  Bob was one of the drones buzzing around her hive.  He
didn't want the queen or the honey; he wanted her hive.  He was stoked to
get behind the steering wheel of that cruiser and was moving in fast to
do just that.

As for me, I had a way to go.  While Bob had several girls on the string,
in case his primary selection didn't turn out; or is it put out?  I
zeroed in on only one, Peggy Gates.  Peg was attractive but was more
interested in tennis than boys.  I think that she was a dyke but didn't
know it yet.  I played it cool by letting her know, by doing everything
but telling her, right out, that I wasn't out to poke her; I just wanted
her to show me a few dance steps.  At the canteen, I saw her teaching
gals to dance by taking the boy's part.  Looking on, I was convinced that
she was a good teacher and decided to go for it and ask for her help.
When I asked, I was hoping that she would be "fem" enough to let me be
the boy.

I made a date with her to meet me at the Teen Canteen after school
Wednesday.  That afternoon, Ted was there and so was Jim.  A couple of
times, while Peg and I were dancing, I looked over and saw that the two
of them were sitting next to each other at the snack bar.  Later, I
turned around in time to see them leave together.  Immediately I knew
that they were headed down to the cesspool because Ted was taking the
lead.  It was easy to imagine what was developing.  Jim would have that
big cock of his buried in The Teddy Bear's ass, in nothing flat.

"Ow!" Peg yelled in pain.  "You're standing on my foot!"

I looked down and sure enough, my left foot was planted firmly on her
right.  "Sorry, sorry!" I exclaimed.  My mind was somewhere else."  It
sure was.  I figured that Jim and Ted would soon be lying next to the
water and Ted would be pulling the same stunt he pulled on us.  They
would be beating off together, or maybe more.  I wasn't jealous, just
pissed because they didn't ask me to make it a threesome.  I consoled
myself by thinking I would have been asked if I wasn't with Peg.
Unwritten law: The "DO NOT DISTURB" sign is on the doorknob when a dude
has a babe cornered.

"That's all right.  It didn't hurt," Peggy said, trying to bring back my
attention to dancing.  "We can stop if you want," she suggested, noticing
that I wasn't there.

"No, No!  I want to learn this, just one more."  I left her standing in
the middle of the dance floor and took half a dozen long,
unchoreographed, strides toward the jute box.  I wanted to play another
slow one but not one mushy enough to put love ideas in Peg's head, dyke
or not, I didn't want to take any chances.  Actually I could pick
anything that I wanted because there were only a few other guys in the
place and they were in the game room.  They couldn't care less what kind
of music we played.  With my head bowed down, I scanned the many
selections, looking but not seeing.  Without actually deciding, I
unconsciously pressed one of the buttons.  I couldn't get my mind off of
Ted and Jim.  I had visions of Ted doing a lap dance on Jim's pecker down
at the cesspool.

"Mind if we pick one?"  It was Bob's voice coming from behind.

I turned around so fast that I almost lost my balance.  I smelled the
perfume first.  Not that it was strong or offensive but because it was a
fragrance that didn't belong.  My eyes went right past Bob to the figure
standing beside him.  Bob didn't have time to introduce us before I spoke
up.

"Hi Mary," I said, smiling and nodding to acknowledge her.  I knew her,
only slightly, she was in our drama club.  Trying to make conversation, I
went on, "Peg's playing dance teacher and trying to get my feet untangled
before the Hop."

"Oh," she said, not sounding very interested.  She turned and smiled as
Peg approached.  "Peggy, how are you?" she said, sounding overly sweet.
Without leaving her spot, she turned and spoke directly to Peg, "Bill
said that you were teaching him how to dance."  She hesitated as if she
were weighting what she was about to say.  "I would think that you might
be better teaching him tennis, than dancing, being that you are so ...
athletic."

She may as well have used the word "butch".  Understandably, Peg took the
comment as being bitchy.  Her face turned slightly red but her facial
expression didn't change.  "Oh, she said, miraculously maintaining her
composure, "I'm excellent at both."

Deliberately avoiding Peg, she turned to me and continued as if she was
still speaking to Peg, "Is Peggy going to be your date for the Hop?"

"I haven't asked her yet."  I answered, surprised that she let me get in
a few words.

"You just asked and I just accepted," Peg said as she reached down and
squeezed my hand.

"Great!  I didn't know that I was playing cupid," Mary said sounding
apologetic with more than just a touch of sarcasm.  She stepped closer to
the jukebox and started sweeping her fingers over the selection buttons.

Peg and I started toward the middle of the dance floor.  Bob followed us
instead of staying at the jukebox.

"The bitch!" Peg mumbled, as soon as we were far enough away from Mary
where she couldn't hear.

"Hey," I whispered back, "you handled it a lot better than I would have."

Bob caught up to us and the three of us were almost in a huddle.

I mumbled to Bob, "Does Dick know about this?"

"They broke up," Bob whispered.

"For how long?" I whispered back.  About then he looked toward Mary and
then back to me.

"Learning anything?" he said, loud enough for Mary to hear.  Either he
was trying to avoid answering my question or trying to convince Mary that
we weren't talking about her.

"Sure!" I said.  "A few more lessens and I'll be another Astaire.  Watch
this!"

I grabbed Peg around the waist and whirled her into a low dip.  I held
the position, my hand in the middle of her back with her suspended only a
few feet from the floor.  Her eyes were pleading for me not to fuck up
and drop her on her back.  I looked over at my audience to get their
approval; Bob and Mary gave me a moderate handclap.  On about the third
clap, Mary whispered something in Bob's ear.

"Hey!" Bob said, as he approached us.  "We gotta be going.  I'm going to
drive Mary home."

"Drive?  Where is your bike?"

He moved in closer and mumbled so the girls couldn't hear, "At school.
I'm driving the Jag," he said proudly.

"You gonna be late?" I asked.

"Maybe," He turned toward Mary motioning that he was ready to leave.

Without hesitating, Mary walked past me without saying good-bye, fuck
you, or anything.  Peg approached, seeing that I was annoyed by Mary's
rudeness, put her hand on my shoulder.

"Tell Mom," Bob yelled back as they exited through the door to the
parking lot.

"I almost asked her where Dick was," Peg snickered, "but that would have
been rude and bitchy, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah," I said, "it would, but I did get the idea that she didn't like
us."

"I got a hint of that too," Peg said, but she is pretty and she does have
a car of her own."

"Yeah, I know.  And I bet right now, Bob is giving that car more
attention then her."

"Right on!  I know her," Peg remarked.  "That car is a prop to use Bob in
the little game that she is playing to make Dick Jealous...Bob better
plan on taking someone else to the Hop."

"Yeah, I figured as much!"

"Oh!  By the way, thanks for asking.  I'll be glad to go to the Hop with
a swell dancer like you!"

I felt better about the whole thing.  With Peg's help, I turned out to be
a decent dancer, not an Astaire, but passable and I had my date for the
Hop.  Peg was great.  None of the guys would guess that she was a "lez";
if she was, and I didn't know that for sure.  Most of the jocks respected
her because she was a champ at tennis, interested in all sports, head of
the cheer leaders, and not to mention, those great legs.  On a scale of
ten, she was right up there.  The fact that she wasn't trying to trap me
into a love affair; put her right on top in my book.

I stayed and talked with Peg until her older brother picked her up to
take her home.  He asked me if I needed a ride.  I told him that I had a
way home without revealing that it would be on my bicycle because I
didn't own a car.  Not having wheels was getting to be a drag.  I didn't
realize it at the time but getting a car would become a major project
before the end of the semester.

That night when I got into bed, Bob wasn't home yet.  Mom was upset but
Dad was taking it in stride.  I just dozed off when I was awakened with
the slight movement of the mattress beneath me.  I opened my eyes and
stared at the wall when I realized that it was Bob behind me getting in
bed.  I had my backed turned to him so he slipped his arm around me and
pulled me into his nude body.  His stiff cock found its place in the
valley between my cheeks.

"Did you fuck her?" I asked being as subtle as I possibly could.

"Hell no!" he whispered back.  "You wouldn't believe what happened."

"Try me!" I said in a harsh whisper.

"Well, she had me drive her to a few places, to some of her friends, and
a store or two.  I spent my allowance taking her to dinner and I was
thinking seriously of asking for chauffeur's pay because I blew my
allowance on dinner at The Blue Room.  We finally pulled up in front of
her house at, must have been about nine.  Guess who was waiting there."

"Dick!" I said acting bored.

"Yeah!" he said, surprised that I guessed it.

"Fight?" I asked, acting unconcerned.

"No ... I just walked up to him, got in his face and said, take the
bitch, she's all yours, good luck... and walked away."

"Awesome!" I almost busted out laughing but held back so he couldn't see
it.

"I didn't like the way he treated you and Peg," he gave me a hard squeeze
as he said it.  "She lives way out in the boondocks and I had to walk all
the way back to the school to get my bike.  On top of everything else, it
started to rain before I got home."

"Yeah, I can hear it on the roof now... but don't change the subject.
Did you, or did you not get some pussy?"

"I told you no!  But there is one way you can find out for sure," he
answered as if it were rehearsed.

I played it right.  I knew exactly what he was going to say next.  "How's
that?" I asked, as if I didn't know.

"Do you remember how you knew that I didn't have sex with Mary, The
Raggedy Ann?  You couldn't smell her perfume on me."

"Yeah, I remember," I said as I lifted the covers.

"I'll prove it to you.  Get down there and take a whiff."

Before he finished saying it, my nose was tucked into his ball sack and I
was taking the whiff that he suggested.  It was all him all right, all
man, all Bob.  After inhaling a few more times, I lifted my head and
threw back the covers.

"Now I believe you," I said as I pressed on his hip to get him to roll
over on his back.  "Now I am going to give you your reward."

I started at the bottom tip of his ball sack and followed in a straight
line.  My tongue crept up the bottom side of his rock hard shaft to that
little bundle of nerves where the cap connects to the shaft.  I pulled
away and opened my mouth a few inches from the swollen head.

"Now make it jump into my mouth."

The first two jumps fell short but the third, actually stung as it
slapped my lower lip.  I always marveled with how well he could perform
that stunt.  It was amazing how fast that maneuver pumped the head of his
cock so that the outside edges of the cap flared.  It was most noticeable
when I tried to get that inflated head into my mouth.

My first plunge was tight and only about half way down.  The second, a
little further.  The next one, I relaxed the grip by opening my mouth
wider and sinking my nose into his pubic hair.  I held there, working my
throat mussels.

"Oh!  Oh God!" he moaned.  Then he started to make it jump for me but
this time it was in my throat all the way.

Suddenly there was a bright flash of light.  At first, I thought it was
the start of a colossal climax.  A split second later, there was a
crackling sound and a boom.  Bob's body bucked and lifted off of the
mattress ramming his cock even deeper in my throat.  Simultaneously, a
powerful blast of air almost knocked us off of the bed.  With nothing to
hold on, he held my head down on him with my chin nested in his balls, my
lips stretched around the base, and my nose in his pubic hair.  I was
gasping for air and maybe even passed out for a second.  Then an ear
shattering sharp snapping sound accented with a second earth-moving bang;
the windows rattled and the mattress under us shook.  Bob released my
head and I came up for air.  Either that was the prelude to the biggest
climax that ever happened or we just got struck by lightening, I thought
as I tried to catch my breath.

"What the hell!" Bob yelled, trying to get out of bed.  "Fuck, man!"

We were all over each other, tangled in the bedclothes, trying to get up.
Another flash of brilliant light lit up the room.  Then there was another
as I looked toward the door to memorize where it was.  There was a split
second of darkness followed by another flash.  A rumble shook the floor
under my bare feet.  I had not brought myself to full standing position
when I heard three or four clicks of the light switch by the door.  My
attention was immediately drawn in that direction.  I saw a figure
standing in the doorway when another flash of light lit up the room.

"No lights!" Dad yelled out as he flipped the switch a few more times.
By turning his head away, he directed his voice toward their bedroom.
"Get the flash light from the night stand, dear!  I'm going to see what
happened."

"All right, all right!" was Mom's muffled response.  Then there was a
soft thump as her bare feet hit the floor.  Seconds later, with her
slippers on, she shuffled her way down the hall toward us.

The beam of light from the flashlight found Bob's face first.  As he
stood, although the beam remained stationary, Bob bought more and more of
his body into the lighted circle.

"Oh shit!" I whispered to Bob.  The light unintentionally caught his mid
body revealing an erection jotting out straight from his body.  It was
there, looking wet from my saliva and bouncing up and down from the
sudden movement when he jumped to his feet.  I turned my torso, hiding
what I could, as I slowly got used to standing.  I wasn't sure if I had a
stiffy or not, I wasn't about to look down to find out.

Dad's face was not visible in the darkness so I can only imagine his
expression as he looked on to see both of his sons, naked and getting out
of the same bed.  He appeared to be standing in front of Mom to block her
view.  With deliberate movement, he stepped backwards forcing her out of
the doorway and into the hall where she could not see into the room.  His
surprise was evident when he tried to speak.  The words had a hard time
coming out.  It started as a moan, something like a sound of terror,
horror and surprise all rolled into one.

"You, You, You guys!" he stuttered.  Then after pause and a hard swallow
he commanded, "Get dressed!" he then took a deep breath to recover from
the initial shock.  Seemingly composed he continued, "Going to check the
house, I think we got hit."  He closed the door behind him not realizing
that he was leaving us in almost total darkness.  Fortunately, another
flash of light, followed by the distant rumble of thunder, uniformly lit
the room enough for me to see Bob on the floor, on all fours, feeling
around.  Sorting through the pile of clothes on the floor I started to
loose it.  Bob seemed to be composed but my whimper grew stronger.  He
stopped pawing through the pile and faced me.  With both of his hands on
my shoulders, he moved in and touched the tip of his nose to mine.  I
sniffled a little to hold back the panic that I was feeling.

"Hey Bro!" he pulled me even closer to him as he spoke.  "Everything is
going to be all right."  He squeezed me hard.  "All right you hear ...
Trust me."  He held me and rocked me back and forth like a baby.  I felt
his lips lightly touch my ear as he continued in a more cheery voice.
"OK now!" he whispered, "Let's get dressed and go down to face ..." He
didn't finish but I knew that he was going to say, to face the music.

Bob's gentleness had calmed me down.  We felt our way down the stairs in
the darkness.  For the moment, I put what had occurred only a few minutes
before behind me.  Although Dad had caught us in bed together, Bob had
convinced me that everything would turn out all right.  Finally, we
reached the bottom of the stairs.  Bob was behind me with his hands
pressing my shoulders guiding me.  That was the only thing that gave me
the courage to face whatever was ahead.  He guided me toward the
flickering candlelight coming from the kitchen.  Mom knew exactly where
the emergency candles were and had lit one.  The eerie candlelight
silhouetted Dad's figure with the phone receiver pressed to his ear.

"Phone is out too," he grumbled as he turned toward us.

I hoped that he had forgotten what he had witnessed a few minutes ago,
but I knew that would be impossible.  I avoided looking directly into his
face when we passed by him to enter the kitchen.  He continued to speak
as he put the receiver back into the cradle.  I was surprised that he
seemed to be himself but that should not have surprised me.  Dad had
always taken charge when there was an emergency.  Apparently, the bedroom
incident had become secondary, at least for the moment.

"I checked outside while you guys were getting dressed."  He had a wet
bathrobe on.  "A branch from the elm fell on the roof."

He followed us into the kitchen where Mom handed him some dry clothes
that she dug out of the hamper in the laundry room just off the kitchen.
He spoke to me while he lifted his leg to put on the pants.

"Bill.  You had better check the ceiling above your bed.  That's where it
hit the roof and there may be damage."  Then, with his eyes searching my
face for my reaction, he spoke directly to me.  "Check your bed too just
in case the roof is leaking."  He lightened up as he handed me the
flashlight.  "Oh yes, bring down your Walkman, for the news."

While I was climbing the stairs, I heard him say to Mom that this storm
was probably hitting the lagoon, where our boat was, harder than here.
Even before I entered the room, I could hear the water dripping from the
ceiling onto my bed.  Sure enough, as a flash of lightening lit up the
room, I could see that the stain on the ceiling above my bed was now a
huge circle with water dripping from the center of it.  The covers on my
bed were soaked and probably the mattress was ruined.  Fuck, how could I
explain this?  If I were in my own bed, where I should have been, there
is no way that I could have slept through this mess.  I knew that, and
unfortunately, Dad knew it too, because he saw me get out of Bob's
bed...and in the nude.

As I descended the stairs, I was reminded of that again when I had to
face Dad to sum up the damage.  As I spoke, I was dreading the moment
when he would have to reveal his reaction to what he had witnessed when
he entered our bedroom.  I feared that so much that when I got near him
and he reached out toward me, I flinched.  I had forgotten that I was
still clutching the radio and he only wanted to take it from me.

"Here, let me take that from you," he said softly when he noticed my
fright.

The station that I had it tuned to must have been without power along
with the rest of us because there was nothing but static when he turned
it on.  After spinning the dial a few turns the emergency station came
through verifying that we were in the middle of a heavier than usual
seasonal storm which was now hitting the bay with all of it's force.  As
for our boat, at Captain Hubbard's, we could only guess.

As I described the damage, Dad when over to Mom and put his arm around
her waist.  "Well, that doesn't sound like we can do anything until
morning.  Let's all go back to bed and get some sleep before daylight."

"I think that the mattress is done for," I said to Mom.  "The covers can
be dried out but I am not sure about the pillow."  Discretely, and
indirectly, my report to Mom was intended for Dad's ears, to remind him
that I couldn't sleep in my own bed.

Dad spoke up, "All we can do now, is to keep the leak from doing anymore
damage, here inside.  When it gets light, we'll see about the roof.  For
now, we'll get that big plastic drop cloth that we saved, and the big
metal tub, and put it under the leak on your bed."  He looked at me, "For
the time being, you can bunk in with Bob.

He finally said it.  For awhile there, I thought that he might have me
sleeping on the couch.

The garage was attached so we didn't have to go out into the rain which
sounded like it was coming down in buckets.  We got the tub, plastic, and
several extra containers, in case we needed them.  We put everything into
the tub.  Bob grabbed one end, me the other, and started upstairs with
Dad following close behind to supervise the operation.

"Strip the bed and spread the plastic over the mattress ... I'll show you
how to do the rest."

He rolled the bedclothes in the plastic in such a way as to make a wall
for the makeshift reservoir.  It would catch the water if any splashed or
missed the tub that we placed in the center of my bed.

"Terrific!" Bob said.  I smiled thinking how ingenious the reservoir
idea was.

"That should hold at least ten times the water that comes through that
leak up there, and then some."  He looked up at the slow drip coming from
the ceiling and then stepped back to look at his handiwork.  "OK, that
should do it," he said as he turned toward the door.  "You guys get a
good night's sleep.  We have work to do in the morning."

"Night ... Dad," Bob uttered.

"Oh!" Dad said as he placed his hand on the doorknob ready to close the
door, "Don't worry about the other thing, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
"And," he added, "sleep in your underwear just in case anything else
happens.  I've seen enough of your nude bodies for one night."

We were so stunned that we didn't know what to say.  We crawled into bed
together both in our underwear.  Bob fell asleep almost immediately while
I stared at the ceiling listening to the bing-bong sound of the drops
falling into the metal tub.  The downpour pounded the roof for what
seemed like hours.  Then, it wasn't rain any longer; it was the sound of
hail.  It rumbled, and at intervals, roared as it hammered against the
roof.  It came in waves as the wind slammed the hail hard against the
shingles.  The pebbles of ice pelting against the window made eerie
pinging sounds.  I rolled over and looked toward Bob.  He was rolled in
the blanket, which explained why I had none.  The top of the bundle rose
and fell with each breath that he took.  I thought how warm it would be
to be wrapped tight against his body in that bundle.

I reached for the edge of the blanket that was miraculously still free
and tugged at it.  I pulled hard causing him to roll along with it until
he rested on his side facing me.  I turned my back toward him and pushed
in against his warm body.  As I did, he reached out and scooped me in
even closer to him.  We fit together like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
Bob's heavy, slow, breathing was evidence that he was still asleep and
all the tossing and turning hadn't fully awakened him.  I closed my eyes
and fell asleep.

Suddenly, flashes of white light shown through my eyelids.  The thunder
rumbled and the house shook again.  Dazed, and semiconscious, my
childhood fear of thunder and lightning temporarily panicked me.

"Mommy!  Mommy!"  I heard myself cry out but there was no sound; it was
within me.  This time Bob was there to give me the security that I needed
by pulling me in closer to him.  Feeling safe and warm, I matched his
slow deep breathing.  Although I was not asleep, I inhaled deeply along
with him.  It seemed like he was drawing me into his body with each
breath.  No longer did I feel that I had to conquer this awful fear
alone.  When I was much younger it was Mom and Dad that gave me that
security but now, it was Bob I depended upon to protect me.  I associated
the moment with Mom's presence near me at a much earlier time.  I felt
her and Dad standing over me now but I kept my eyes closed because I knew
that they were merely apparitions of my mind.  By keeping my eyes closed,
I was confident that I could hold on to their presence near me if I
wanted or I could wish them away.  I could control my thoughts; so I
wasn't dreaming.

I didn't realize it at that moment but I was regressing back to an
earlier time.  Mom and Dad were not standing over me and looking down at
Bob squeezing me against him.  Their presence was of another time.

"What are we going to do?"  Mom's voice didn't reflect the ambiance of
the room so it was only in my head.  "They are old enough where they
shouldn't still be doing this," she whispered sounding concerned but not
overly distressed.

Dad's voice was not real either.  It was almost like a soft echo.  "Don't
worry.  Maybe Billy, that's what they called me when I was younger, is
still having those nightmares and Bobby is helping like he used to."

"But why are they both naked like that?"  Mom's voice took on the soft
echo as it faded away.  I knew none of this was real but I felt that I
had to justify it, if only in my own mind.  In my head, came Dad's voice.
It was authoritative, I imagined, and as clear as it was when he sat on
this very bed and talked to Bob and me.  "Don't worry dear," he said to
Mom, "they are just masturbating together.  That will keep them out of
trouble with girls."

Holding on to his words produced the contentment that I needed to relax.
I knew, for that moment, I had allowed my thoughts to wonder.  The words
that I imagined were what I hoped he explained to Mom after our talk.
Last Saturday night, I experienced what Dad referred to as "trouble with
girls".  It turned out to be more about guys than girls.  It was about
Bob tonguing me as I unloaded my jizz into Mary Ann; it may as well have
been my hand.  The payoff was when Jim shot on my cheek and Bob's tongue
pushed it into my mouth.  Bob and Jim's climaxes excited me far more than
Mary Ann's ever could.

I finally calmed down and turned on my side with my back to Bob.
Contented, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.  Nothing could be
better than sleeping in bed with Bob, and better yet, with Dad's
permission.  I smiled to myself, took another breath, and slipped into a
dark empty void.

Morning came too soon.  I woke to the smell of coffee.  It took me a few
seconds to get my brain working.  My first thought, when I realized that
I was in Bob's bed instead of my own, was to get out quick before we got
caught.  Then I remembered it already happened and somehow, Dad allowed
me to be there.  I reached over, put my hand on Bob's warm shoulder, and
shook him violently.

"OK!  OK!" I blared, "You're busted!  Hold up you wrists so I can put on
the cuffs."

He was more awake than I thought because he immediately held up his
wrists.

"But officer," he said, trying to clear the morning-gravel, from his
voice, "we always sleep in the same bed ... we're poor and only have one
bed."  After he rolled over, he swung his legs over the side to get up.

Any other time it would have been funny but my jig only reminded us that
we really did get busted and we would have to face Dad in a few minutes.

"Come on, let's go ... I smell coffee," I said as I pulled my pants over
my jockey shorts.

"Yeah," Bob said as he slipped into his pants and followed me down the
stairs.  "Coffee?  The electricity must be on."

Mom was too busy at the coffee maker, pouring our cups, to turn around.
Dad was seated at the table reading the paper.  He closed, folded it, and
placed it on the table when he saw us enter.

"Good morning guys," he sighed, sounding less exuberant than I hoped.  "I
have to go to work this morning so I better get you guys started."  With
a hint of cheerfulness working back into his voice, he sounded off, "No
school today kids.  I have a little job for you."  With that, he got up,
and because I was closest, flung his arm around my neck and pulled me
toward the door.  Bob, somehow got in front of us so, with his other
hand, Dad nudged him out the back door by pressing on his back.  It was
still sprinkling so all three of us took a quick run into the middle of
the back yard to peer up at the roof where the branch, fully separated
from the tree, had fallen.  A downpour started again so after a quick
look, there was a race to return to the porch to discuss the plan of
attack.

"Now, here is your assignment for today," he made it sound like the
start of "Mission Impossible".  I was tempted, but after last night,
I felt it best not to mimic the rest of that well known opening.  "I
can't be here to supervise because I have to go to work and see if the
power outage did any damage.  I'm sure that you won't need me anyhow."
I sensed that there might be special meaning when he added, "I know
how well you guys work together."  He looked at us, first Bob and then
me, before he started his very detailed instructions.

Safety habits came first.  Then he said something about using ropes
and the ladder, along with something about a tarp.  I was hoping that Bob
was catching it all because I wasn't.  My mind was still on how he was
going to approach this morning's bedroom surprise; I just couldn't get it
off my mind.  On the other hand, was it a surprise to him, maybe not?
I was zeroing in on that possibility when something brushed by my back.

"Don't move!  I am right behind you."  It was Mom's voice.

I turned around slowly to look.  She was holding a small tray with three
cups of coffee on it.

"Yours Dad, in front.  The other two are for the studs that need the
extra cream and sugar.  It's already in."

"Thanks Mom," I said as I lifted Dad's cup and handed it to him.  In
spite of all that had happened, Mom seemed to have returned to her
super-jovial self.

"Ok, you two!" Dad said. "Grab your cups and run for the truck!"  He
turned to Mom and gave her a quick peck.  "I am taking the guys to help
me with the bookcase."

"Be careful," Mom yelled as she lowered the empty tray to her side.
"I'll hold-out making breakfast until you get back."

Dad had borrowed the company truck so that he could pick up a bookcase
for his office at work.  The bookcase was in a warehouse near downtown.
The rain prevented us from riding in the back of the truck so we got
inside with Dad.  I scooted in next to him and held his cup until we
backed out of the driveway.  He reached for it after we started up the
street.  There were a few small branches in the street on the way along
with a trash-can or two.  Dead ahead, in the center of the street, was an
overturned baby carriage.  We all looked closely as we slowed down and
slowly swerved around it.

"Empty!" I sighed.  I hardly got it out when the next obstacle was just
ahead of us, a large tree branch that completely blocked the street.  We
stopped and backed up to turn around.  That was the first of several
detours that we had to take on our way to the warehouse.  Workers were
already cleaning up the debris.  Dad was concentrating on driving,
maneuvering around all kinds of junk in the road, so we kept quiet so he
wouldn't be distracted.  Finally, we pulled into the warehouse parking
lot and Dad backed up to the loading dock.  He reached down and turned
the ignition key; the motor stopped.

"Boy!  That was some trip getting here," he sighed.

Bob grabbed the door handle on his side and I swung toward him preparing
to get out.  Dad placed his hand on my shoulder to stop me.

"Hold on guys!  Before we go in, we have something to talk about, now
don't we?"

Well, here it comes, I thought.  This was the main reason for this trip
here to the warehouse.  Neither of us could speak.

Dad looked at us both expecting an answer but he didn't wait for one.
This was as good a place as any, away from home.  It was an awkward moment
for him, because he didn't know how to start, and for us.  No matter how
he said it, it was going to be hard to take.

He took a deep breath, Bob and I just held on.

"From what I saw, less than an hour ago, you two were ... in bed
together.  Well it looked like you were ... well, playing around with
each other."

Bob made some sounds as if he was trying to answer but stammered out the
start of at least three sentences at the same time.  "Dad... I... We"

"Never mind!" Dad butted in when he saw how hyper we were.  "You don't
have to answer.  Your answer doesn't matter, just now."

He seemed surprisingly calm so we just listened.

"Let me put you at ease."  He paused to put together what he was going to
say.  "I realize that most adolescent males will, well they're curious
about each other.  I was myself when I was your age.  As you know, I went
to an all-boy's school.  No, it wasn't a reform school but you could have
fooled me.  It wasn't unusual for the guys to pair off."

He looked at me first, and then Bob, to get our reactions.  Then he
added, "and mess around with each other.  You know what I mean?" he
paused for a second, looked straight ahead, and continued.  "I did it
myself."  Then he quickly added, "It was nothing because the first time
we had a chance with a girl, that kind of stuff slacked off with most of
us."

There was dead silence while we recovered from the shock of how cool Dad
was taking it.  Then I felt Bob's leg press against mine.  Discretely he
was trying to get my attention.  Then, as he prepared to speak, Bob made
another deliberate move against my leg, in case I missed the first one.

Trying to make his loaded question as nonchalant as possible he came out
with, "Did you know Tom then, Dad?"

Immediately I knew where he was going with this.  Tom was Dad's best
friend.  He passed away recently.  We met Tom about a year ago when he
came to visit Dad.  After he left, either Bob or me, remarked that he
might be a little pink around the edges.  A moment ago, in so many words,
Dad said that he messed around with guys at school.  I wiggled my leg
against Bob's to let him know that I knew where he was headed.

"Yes," Dad answered, "Tom was an orphan, like me."

We knew that Dad was an orphan but we never quizzed him about it.  I
remember one time I asked why we didn't have a grandmother and
grandfather on his side.  He just said that he was an orphan and never
had parents.  Bob said that maybe they were killed or something and Dad
didn't want to talk about it.  Then would have been a good time to get
the details but at the time, his relationship with Tom was of more
interest to us.

"Tom knew both of his parents, I didn't.  His Mother died from injuries
from a car accident when he was about five.  His father disappeared off
the face of the earth a short time afterward.  He had an older brother
that ran away from the foster home as soon as he got old enough.  Because
he was at an age where most boys get into trouble, they treated him
cruelly.  He knew that Tom would be better off if he left him behind at
the home.  The night that he snuck away, he begged me to take care of
Tom.  Therefore, I more or less became Tom's big brother.  It was rough
for both of us; our foster parents were only interested in getting money
from the state for our room and board.  We were the best of friends up
until the time I married your mother."

I held my breath hoping that he made it plain enough so that Bob wouldn't
come out and ask if he ever messed around with Tom.  I think that he
would have if Dad hadn't spoken up.

"Hey, let's get back to the subject.  If you guys are ... experimenting,
it's temporary.  Just don't let it become a habit and ... don't let your
Mother ... enough said."

There was a second or two of silence.  "Bill," he said as he slapped me
hard on the leg, "Bob told me about how you made out with..." he looked
toward Bob prompting him to fill in a name.

"Mary Ann," Bob replied.  He immediately turned away from me to hide his
guilt for finking on me.

I knew that Bob had discussions with Dad about me.  Generally, they were
in my favor so I didn't mind.  I didn't respond to Dad, I just let out a
devilish smile and looked straight ahead.

Dad slapped me on the leg again and reached for the door handle on his
side with his other hand.

"Well, that's it."  He turned momentarily to look at us.  "You guys don't
need me to tell you what to do, you two studs will do just fine.  Come
on!  Let's go and tackle that book case."

TO BE CONTINUED

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