Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2009 13:02:53 -0700 (PDT) From: T Claybourn Subject: You want me to do what. You Want Me To Do What Chapter 20 "Ryan, I want to move back to dads," I told him. He looked up; his eyes were wide! "Why? Have I done something wrong?" he asked, as he came over to me. "No, of course not," I told him, hugging him as tight as I could. "It's just that since that lady came, things have not been the same between us, and I think it's best to go home for a while," I told him. "Yeah, I know," he said, kissing the top of my head. "Chad, your home is here," he told me. I just looked up at him. "You're not going anywhere," he said. Oh, how I love it when he gets all authoritative, and all! "Yes, I am," I told him, as I got up. "This is your home now; you are not going anywhere," he told me. I just let out a sigh. I knew that he would fight me on this. "You don't have a choice in this; I've already made up my mind. I read the contract; I'll talk with Dan and explain everything; he will understand," I told him. What happened next was something that I didn't expect. Ry grabbed me by my biceps tightly; I could feel my arms tingle. He held on so tight it hurt. Then he lifted me up so that we were eye to eye. "You, little boy, are not going anywhere!" he said with a shake. Now I was scared! "Yes, Sir," I told him. He put me down, and my hands went to my arms, and began to rub them. Ryan turned around and left. I sat down and cried; he had never hurt me like that; yeah, he's picked me up like that before, during our love making, but nothing like that. After I calmed down a little, I found my cell phone and hit the number for dad. "Dad, I need to come home," I told him, when he answered "Everything alright?" he asked. "No, I need you," I told him. "Ok. Do you want me to come and get you?" he asked. "Yes. Then he'll let me go," I told him. "Ry is stopping you from leaving?" he asked. "Kind of," I told him. "Ok, I'll be right over," he said. By the time dad got there, I had calmed down some. Ry had left after shaking me, and had not come home yet; I did leave him a note. It was a simple note: `Ry went home for a few days. Please understand. Chad' I only took enough clothes for a few days. When I got home, I found out things had changed. My room was now my younger brother's, and he did not like the idea of me being there. "I'll sleep on the sofa," I told him, and left his room. "You want to sleep with me?" I turned to see my baby sister standing there, looking so cute. "I have a tumble bed; you can sleep on the bottom," she said, holding her teddy Kitty is youngest of all of us. She's seven; she's a little slow, but she's not mentally challenged; just slow. "That's ok, Kitty. I'm too big for that bed," I told her. She smiled, and went back into her room. I sat on the sofa and laid my head back; things had sure changed since I had moved out, and I wondered if I had made a mistake by coming back home. Vinnie, my other brother, came in and sat down beside me. "Chad, I'm sorry. Please take my bed; I'll share with Kitty for a few days; but when you left home, you were not supposed to come back," he said, getting up. I watch him walk off; his little butt was held tight in his jeans. Vinnie is twelve; he looks like mom. He has dark hair and eyes; he's not all that tall, and he's a little chunky; but he has brains. He was already in the eighth grade. When I lived at home, he used to dress in my room, 'cause Vance was shy of his body. I always snuck a peek, because he's hung like dad; he is going to make some one very happy. Also, I've noticed that he has little body hair, like me. I laid my head back again, and closed my eyes. My cell phone beeped, and I looked at it. Ry had left a text: 'Chad, call me, please.' When I told dad that Vance didn't want me to sleep in the same room with him, Dad went to find out why. I followed, but maybe I shouldn't have. "Because he's a fucking fag, and he gives me the creeps; I don't want to be in the same house with him, let alone the same bed," Vance yelled out. Dad stepped back; I knew he had no answer for that. I felt like I had just gotten kicked in the gut. "It's alright, dad; I understand," I told him. Vance just looked at me. "You need to go back to Ryan; he's the only one who wants you around," Vance said, as he pushed past me and dad. We heard the front door slam shut. Vance is a mini version of dad all the way. He's tall, has dark hair and eyes; his skin has a medium brown complexion to it. He's always been on the shy side, so I never really got to see him naked. He always wore night clothes to bed; he even had a housecoat, which was not a problem; it just made me want to see him more, but I never did. He is also very smart; he wants to be a vet, so he takes school very seriously. Even though we go to the same high school, we really don't see much of each other. He hangs with his buddies, and I hang with mine. He once told me that it was unfair, because all I had to do was read the text once, and I could pass the test; whereas he had to re-read it a few times to get it to sink in; but he still gets good grades. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I helped Ry with his high school work while I was in grade school. I went back out to the front room, and flopped down on the sofa; I had to think. I got up and went out on the back porch and called Ry. "Ry, can you come and get me? I'm not wanted here," I told him. I was there a total of five hours, and found out my brother hated me. "Sure, babe; I'll be there in a few!" he said. I met Ry outside; it had started to rain again. When he pulled up, I dropped my backpack on the floor board, and climbed in. "Don't say anything; just drive," I told him. Ry put the truck in gear and drove off; I didn't say 'bye' to dad or mom; I just left. When we got into the apartment, the phone was ringing. "Hello. Yeah, he's here," Ry said, as he handed me the phone. I just shook my head, and went to lie down. "Sorry, Chris, he doesn't want to talk right now," Ry said. I could tell by his voice that he was confused. As I took off my shirt, I looked at my arms in the mirror. I could see bruises where Ry had grabbed me that morning. "Did I do that?" he asked, as he came in behind me. "Yeah, but it's alright; you didn't mean to," I told him. Ry's arms came around me, and held me tight, but gentle. "What happened at the house?" he asked. I turned around and pressed my face into his chest. "Vance called me a fucking fag, and that I also creep him out," I mumbled into his chest. I could feel Ry's hands rubbing up and down my back, his nails lightly scratching me, as he did. "He's young and doesn't understand," Ry said. "He's fourteen, and he does understand. I was twelve when I figured out I was a fag. ... Owww! Dammit, Ry," I yelled, after he swatted me. "I don't like that word; you are not a fag. You are gay or homosexual; you are not a queer or a fag, and if you ever say those words again with your name attached to them, I will tear your ass apart!" he said, as he made me look at him. "Understand me?" he asked. "Yes, sir," I said. "Good. Now go lie down for a while; you've had a rough morning," he said, giving me a small push toward the bed. I laid there for a while, and then I felt Ry climb in behind me. He was fully dressed, and I felt the roughness of his jeans on my legs. He held me tight. "I'm sorry that I lost it this morning. I didn't want you to go, because I was afraid you would not come back to me," he said, as he tightened his hold on me. "I would've come back to you; I just needed time to think," I told him, kissing his arm. "I just want things back to normal. ******** "Hey, you need to wake up," I heard. I rolled over and opened up my arms. Ry sat on the bed and pulled me up to him. "You still worried about what happened?" he asked. "Yeah," I told him. "Let's eat; then we can think of a way to get over this," he said. I got up and went to the bathroom, did my thing, washed my hands, and headed into the kitchen. As I stepped out of the bathroom, the aroma over took me. Usually, Ry and I sit on the sofa and eat, but Ry had the table all laid out - with roasted chicken, mashed potatoes, and candied yams (my favorite), and hot rolls. "Wow!" I said, as I sat down. "When did mom come over?" I asked. Ry just looked at me, and then gave me a funny look. "You did all this?" I asked. Wow! Another surprise out of my Ryan. "Yes, I can cook," he told me. I just smiled at him. Actually, I never really gave it a thought as to whether Ry could cook or not. I was the one who usually cooked, if the moms didn't send something over, since I was the one who got home early. I took a bite of the chicken breast and...Oh, wow! "Ok, you cook from now on," I told him. He just gave me a smile, and shook his head. "We'll see," he said, taking a bite of his own food. We really didn't say much; we just ate. Since I had been on that bland diet for a while, I had lost some weight, and Ry and my mom have been trying to fatten me up a little. But I like the way I look . Since Ry cooked, I cleaned, which was not all that much, but the roasting pan did take a little time to clean. After I got the kitchen cleaned up, which included mopping the floor and wiping down the counters (something mom always insisted that we do every night), I heard the shower come on. So I turned off the water, and went to find my NCIS program. Ry came out of the bathroom, still damp. His hair was a little wet, and he was wearing his jock strap. I smiled, as he went into the kitchen, and turned to watch his ass sway gently back and forth; the elastic under his ass cheeks lifted them so nicely. It took all my willpower to stay on the sofa, and not to run after him and bite his ass. "Thought you might like a treat," he said, handing me a bowl of ice cream. "Thanks," I said, taking it from him. "You're not having any?" I asked. He shook his head, and went back into the kitchen; usually, he'd have some. When I looked at the bowl, I found out why he didn't want any. Ry doesn't like chocolate ice cream, especially Death by Chocolate. I was into my TV program, as well as the ice cream, when I felt Ry sitting beside me. I had a mouth full of ice cream, when his hand went under my chin and pulled my face to his, and he kissed me. Then I felt his wet, cold finger run down my chest; he pushed me back just a little, and I laid back. His mouth found my neck; then his tongue found the trail of chocolate down my chest, and circled around each nipple, teeth gently nipping each one, before moving down to my navel. He did this for a while, and my cock was rock hard. Then he spent some time licking my navel, and his mouth mapped out a path toward my mouth. "Close your eyes," he whispered to me, once he let go of my nipple. I did as asked, and I felt his hand on my shorts, as he pulled them down and off. The ice cream had melted now, and it was room temp, so when he smeared it on my cock, I didn't go into shock. He took my cock into his mouth and sucked me clean. He even licked the underside of my cock, until it also was nice and clean. The only thing wrong with melting ice cream is that it runs, like milk. When Ry smeared it onto my cock, it ran down onto my balls and into my ass crack. "Go lay on the bed," Ry ordered. I was up and gone! I could hear Ry laugh; then I heard the fridge door open - I could tell by the clinking of the bottles in the door. When Ry returned, I was spread out on the bed. He shook his head, and smiled. As he came in, I noticed that he had a can of whipped cream, shaking it as he came closer to the bed. He also had the bowl of ice cream. I must have looked confused, because he walked over and smiled. "I want a banana split, and this, my pet..." Ry's finger was scraping the underside of my hard cock with his nail..."Is the banana," he said, as he knelt beside me. I used my elbows and arms to lift self up to watch this. He made a ring of whipped cream around the base of my dick, making sure to cover my balls. Then he held the ice cream above the head of my dick, and poured it down and over my dick and balls. Next, he took the whipped cream and put a dollop on the head of my dick, and sat back and looked at it. "What about the cherry and nuts?" I asked. He gently tugged my nuts, as he licked his lips. "I'm allergic to cherries," he said, as he opened his mouth and devoured his banana split. I dropped to the bed with a groan and a wiggle, as I opened my legs, hoping he'd go between the cheeks and lick them clean. But to my surprise, he did this a couple of times. The last thing Ry did, before I got the order to get on my knees, was to lick my nuts clean, and let his tongue trail toward my asshole. Ry shifted and pulled something from under the bed, and I looked up to see him pulling out another can of whipped cream from an ice chest under the bed. "You plan this?" I asked; he only smiled at me. "Head down, ass up!" he ordered, and I did as he said. It took a few more moves, but I finally ended up with my head down, and my tiptoes on the bed. Ry stood beside me and spread my ass cheeks apart with one hand. I felt the nozzle of the can in the opening of my asshole. Then I heard a noise, and felt the cold; it was so cold, I almost pissed myself. Ry filled up my ass with the whipped cream. "Knees," he said. I dropped to the bed and he crawled between my legs. Ry likes to eat ass, but tonight he really ate my ass; he had to hold on to me to keep me from squirming off the bed. His hands were on my hips, as he ate my ass, pulling me back toward him, so that I was fucking his tongue, while I also fucked his mouth. I jerked myself; Ry usually did this, but tonight his hands were busy. I was totally out of it; I could not speak; all I could do was groan and moan. I shot my third load, on the bed under me. Since Ry's face was shoved between my ass cheeks, I could feel him smile. He didn't say anything, but I felt it when his dick entered me. I gasped as the head passed through the ring, and grunted when his balls hit my ass. I felt his hand on my shoulders as he pushed me back. All you could hear in the room was our grunting, the slapping of balls against my ass, and the bed thumping against the wall. In the mist of all the fucking, Ry flipped me over onto my back. We were now face to face; well, mouth to mouth. As soon as I was on my back, Ry's mouth found mine. We kissed and fucked for a long time; I didn't know at the time, but while Ry was eating my banana split, he jerked himself off, so he could fuck me long and hard (the way I like it). I could feel his cock thicken in me; even though we were kissing at the time, Ry's breathing became pants. I knew he was getting ready to cum, so I started to wiggle a little. He lifted up, not leaving my mouth or ass, but just enough that I could shift to where my legs could come up and around his waist. When I wrapped my legs around his waist, I pushed him into me. Then I heard him give a deep growl that sent me over the edge, and I came hard! My ass tightened around his cock, and he pulled out just until the head was at the opening, and then slammed back into me! I gasped, and he shot his load deep into my ass! All I could do was writhe under him; he didn't stop pounding me until he was empty. He used his arms to hold himself up so he wouldn't crush me, but we were both out of breath. Ry jerked his hips a little, just to let me know he was still in me. When I got my mouth to work, I looked up at Ry, and he smiled at me. "Wow!" was all I said. I didn't have to say anything; my Ry was back! We fucked until he went soft. Ry laid beside me, with one arm under my head. He kissed me gently, and every time he touched my dick, I jumped. We laid there for a long time; I could feel the cum dry on my body, along with the ice cream and whipped cream. Then my eyes began to get heavy. "Pet, we need a shower, or we'll stick together like glue," he said. I could barely open my eyes and look at him. Ry smiled, and stood up; he was right - what had dried already pulled off some of our hair and skin. I made a whimpering noise as he put his arms under me. "See," he said, as he headed toward the bathroom. My feet hit the tile, and I felt the cool counter on my bare ass. "Hold on, luv," Ry said, as he turned on the water. "Come on, pet, step in," he said. I couldn't make my legs work; Ry had just worn me out to the max. He laughed, and picked me up and put me into the shower. The warm water did the trick; it woke me up a little. Ry did the most of the work. >From that day, I learned to live my life one day at a time. I figured if Ry and I were going to be a couple, nothing would stop us from being a couple. Once a month we go over to my parent's house for dinner when it came time this month, I really didn't want to go, but mom would get upset, so we went. When we got there, Vance looked at me for a minute, and then he headed to his room. I just shook my head; I wanted to go chase him down and tell him I was still the same brother he had before I left, but I said nothing, and sat down on the sofa. Like always, mom made too much, and she made sure I had enough to eat, because she said I was getting too skinny, living on my own. I ate until I was about to bust a gut. Ry, Dad, and I were watching TV, when I heard, "Chad!" I heard Vance's voice come from the hall way, and I looked over my shoulder at him. "Can you come here for minute?" he asked. Ry squeezed my knee as I stood up, and Dad looked worried, but gave me a smile. I followed Vance into the room; Vinnie was sitting on the bed, looking like he was about ready to cry. "Yeah, what do you need?" I asked. Vance shut the door behind me. "I didn't mean to hurt you when you were here last. It just creeps me out that you...you know...," he said. Vinnie just hugged his pillow. I didn't know what to say - 'that's alright', or just leave. I wanted to forgive him, but I wanted him to hurt for hurting me like that. "Chad, please do not hate us," Vinnie said. I went over to the bed and sat behind him, and he laid back against me. I just smiled. "I don't hate either of you; it just hurts to have my own flesh and blood to say that...I mean it took me a year to tell dad and mom that I was a f... homosexual; I thought for sure they would kick me out of the house," I told them. "Being gay is one thing, but to have sex with your own cousin is just sick." Vance said, as he sat down beside us. "How did you two find out anyway?" I asked. Vance looked at Vinnie. "I overheard mom and dad talking about it the day you got released from the hospital. I didn't mean to, but I just couldn't leave until I heard all about it," Vinnie told me. "And then I told Vance." "I haven't said anything to anyone." Vance jumped up when I turned to look at him. "I didn't say you did," I told him. Vance came over and sat beside me again, and I put my arms around both my brothers. Vance lay back, and took the both of us with him. "But why?" Vance asked. I took a deep breath, and told them what Dan had told me the first night we talked about it. Between yawns, I explained the part of Ry being only our adopted cousin (I guess that's what it's called). "Chad, Ry's ready to go, son," Dad said, gently shaking my foot. I looked at him, and he gave me a smile. Vance and Vinnie were still lying beside me, one on each side, and curled up around me. I could not move; Dad gently shifted each one of them so I could get up. I started to help him get Vinnie ready for bed, like I did many times before. "Go. I'll get them ready for bed," Dad said, as he helped me stand. I yawned and stretched for a minute, and then I gave dad his hug, and left. I went to meet Ry in the living room, and he smiled at me as I gave mom a kiss goodbye. Kitty was already passed out, so we went home. Ry and I didn't talk on the way home, mainly because it was late, dark, and I wanted Ry to pay attention to the road and other drivers, rather than me. "Did you get things fixed between you and the boys?" Ry asked, as he pulled our clothes off. "Yeah," I told him. I climbed into bed, and waited until he climbed in. Once he was there, I took my place in his arms. "They overheard mom and dad talking; they really didn't understand our arrangement," I told him. "What did you say?" Ry asked. "I told them," I answered. "You think that was wise?" he asked, between yawns. "Yeah, I trust them," I said, rubbing my eyes. The phone woke us up.