Date: Sat, 19 Aug 2000 17:29:21 -0500 From: fsw99 Subject: Chapter 14 of One Big Happy Family Legal Notice: The following story contains descriptions of graphic sexual acts. The story is a work of fiction and has no basis in reality. Don't read this story if: **You're not 18 or over, **If it is illegal to read this type of material where you live, **Or if you don't want to read about gay/bi people in love or having sex. The author retains copyright to this story. Placing this story on a website or reproducing this story for distribution without the author's permission is a violation of that copyright. Legal action will be taken against violators. E-mail responses to the stories, story suggestions or other 'constructive' comments or advice may be sent to: fsw99@mindspring.com. Chapter Fourteen "Oh, thank the Lord, you are back. I can finally leave this awful place. Phill, please bring me my clothes," Keith said when he saw Phill holding a suitcase. "Just a second. Let me make sure that you have been discharged. I will be right back. We don't want any more attacks from the nurses," his Dad joked. "Please hurry, Dad. I have to get out of here or I am going to lose my mind." "Yeah, and there isn't much mind in that little blonde head, anyway," Mark joked. "Hey, who are you to be making blonde jokes. Both of us are just as blonde as he is," Alex said. "Yeah, but the blonde disease hasn't hit us nearly as hard as it has our little cousin, now has it?" "Thanks a lot, guys. I sure know how much I am loved around here!" Keith joked. "At least you seem to be feeling lots better," Phill said. "Well, I am still really sore and still feel weak. I think I will require lots of your help for the next few days," Keith said solemnly. That broke up both of his cousins, and caused Phill to blush a little. Actually though, Phill was kind of looking forward to helping Keith get his strength back. A slight smile broke out at the corners of his mouth. "Yeah, I'll bet you need lots of Phill's help as soon as we get home," Alex kidded. "I think you probably ought to go straight to bed for the rest of the day. And we wouldn't want you to be lonely, so I guess Phill will have to be in bed with you," Mark said, and burst out into laughter. "Come on guys, I am serious. I don't even know if I can walk without help," Keith said, but all three of the others knew Keith already had something planned. "OK, you have been released and can get dressed. They have called for a wheel chair to be sent that will transport you to our limo," Keith Senior said as he walked back into the room. "Awesome!!! I want out, and I want out now! Phill, can you help me get dressed?" Both of Keith's cousins snickered at that request, but Phill walked over and opened the suitcase. "I think I can raise myself up if you can pull this awful gown out from under me," Keith said, as he gradually raised his rear off the bed. Phill did as he was told, and soon the gown was bunched at his back, revealing very skimpy light blue nylon underpants. Keith's legs were wide open, and Phill couldn't help but notice that the pouch in front looked very full. "Can you pull it all of the way off of me, if I hold my hands in the air?" "Sure," Phill said, forcing his eyes to look up and meet Keith's. Keith had a small little grin on his face. He had noticed Phill checking him out, and could see that Phill had liked what he had seen. Phill easily pulled the gown slowly up and over Keith's head, and gasped as he saw all of the purple bruises that covered his body. "Man, that really looks painful. We are sorry for kidding you about needing help," Alex said. "If I go slowly and don't move too fast, it isn't so bad. I just can't bend much. That is why I need Phill's help," Keith said, and winked at Alex. Alex just smiled when he did that. Keith was hurting some, that could not be denied, but he was planning on making the most of the situation with Phill. He did want his cousins to know that part of the pain he showed was put on so they wouldn't worry about him. "I guess you need to help me put on my pants first, Phill. I think I can stand up long enough for you to pull them up." Phill knelt between Keith's legs and put both of his feet in each leg opening before Keith stood up long enough for Phill to pull them up. Phill was showing a pretty good blush during the whole process. Keith quickly sat back down on the bed, and allowed Phill to help him put on his shirt. When Phill had it buttoned, he bent down and put on Keith's shoes and socks. Keith finally said "I think I can do the rest if you make sure I don't fall." Phill held one arm around him, as Keith tucked in the shirt tail and fastened the front of his pants. He then reached over and kissed Phill on the cheek, saying "Thanks for the help, Phill." "No prob," Phill answered, avoiding Keith's eyes. The wheelchair finally arrived, and the porter pushed Keith out of his hospital room. "I don't to ever want to come back here again," he said. It wasn't long before they were in the limo and on their way home. When they finally arrived, it was difficult for Keith to walk up the stairs, and this was not put on pain, but with Phill on one side and Alex on the other, he was soon inside. Keith sat in the library for a while and talked about his ordeal with his mother and grandmother, as well as with the others. "I am getting kind of tired right now. I think I will just go to my room and lie down for a while. Can you help me, Phill?" he asked. "Sure," Phill said, as he helped Keith slowly walk down the long hallway. Keith's room was really a suite, and was lots bigger than the one Phill was sleeping in. Phill had thought his bedroom was big. Keith's was more like an apartment. One room was like a separate den, with big screen color TV, surround sound, and it's own private satellite dish. His bedroom was huge, as was the bath. Keith sat gingerly down on the side of the bed, and said "I am sooo sore. You know what I think would help me get over the soreness? A nice long soak in my jacuzzi with lots of hot water. Would you mind starting the water and then helping me to get in, Phill?" "No, I don't mind. Is there any bubble bath?" "Yes, look under the sink on the left hand side. There should be a selection of fragrances. Pick one out and surprise me." Phill went quickly into the bathroom and started the water. He found the bubble bath and chose strawberry scent. He had always loved strawberries. He put a generous amount in the tub, and watched for a minute as the bubbles started to grow. Now that they were alone, Phill was warming up to the idea of helping Keith with tasks like this. He didn't mind helping Keith get undressed for his bath at all. Not at all!!! He was looking forward to it. Kind of like an eight year old who is looking forward to opening all of his Christmas presents, he was anxious to unwrap Keith and see what was under the tiny blue underpants. While the water was filling the tub, Phill returned to the bedroom and said "OK, I have the water running and the soap in the tub. What would you like me to do now?" "Why don't you help me into the bathroom? Then, if you don't mind, you will have to help me get undressed. I hate being this helpless, but I am beginning to feel exhausted. You don't mind, do you?" Keith asked, looking at Phill with a little grin on his face. "No, I don't mind, Keith. I will do anything you ask me to do for you." "Oh, you will, will you? Well, I might just have to see about that," Keith thought to himself. Phill helped him into the bathroom, and Keith sat down on the toilet while Phill started undressing him. The shoes and socks came off first, followed by his shirt. Keith slowly stood up, grimacing from the pain, as Phill's hands went to his waist. They made eye contact briefly before he started. Phill had a serious look on his face. Keith had one that showed more mischief than anything else. Phill slowly unbuckled Keith's belt, the unbuttoned and unzipped the pants. He smoothly pulled them down Keith's legs, and he was once more naked except for the small blue underpants. "I hate to ask you to take them off too, but I am afraid I will stumble and fall if I try to get my feet out of the leg openings," Keith said. "No prob," Phill said. And there wasn't any problems for him, either. It was present unwrapping time! He didn't hesitate, he grabbed each side of the mini-briefs and pulled the down and off in seconds. Keith was still completely soft, but was still a little over four inches long in that state. He was uncircumcized like Phill, He had big balls hanging low behind his penis. There was no trace of pubic hair. He was the first shaved boy that Phill had ever seen. To Phill, he was beautiful. Keith had his own valet since he was eight years old, and the valet had seen him naked every day of his life when Keith was at home in Los Angeles. Keith knew he had a good looking body from all the swimming he did, and he didn't mind showing it off, so he stood and let Phill stare as long as he wanted. He was enjoying this, and his smile showed it. "Right, I guess we should see if we can get you into the tub, now shouldn't we?" Phill asked. "Yes, I think the water is high enough now. If the water is too hot, I will just sit in the seat in the center until my legs gets accustomed to the temperature. Please make sure that I don't fall, all right?" "Sure, I won't let you fall, I promise." Keith stepped over the edge of the tub, with Phill holding him from behind around his chest and under his arms. As Phill held him close, Keith could feel something hard poking him in his left buttocks. He had a REAL good idea what it was. Finally, both feet were in the tub, and Keith sat down on the seat for a moment. "The water is pretty hot, but it will feel great when I get used to it. Will you do one more thing for me, Phill?" "Anything." "Will you help me bathe? I haven't had a proper bath since the morning of the attack. All they gave me in the hospital were sponge baths." Phill looked at Keith sitting on the seat with his legs wide apart, showing himself without shame to Phill. "Sure I will. I will be glad to. I can just lean over the edge of the tub." "No, you will get soap and water all over your new clothes. No use in ruining them. You just need to get in with me. There is plenty of room." "You.....you want me to take a bath with you?" ***************************** "Hi, Ed. Come in. Do you know Robbie? He is a great guitarist, I am not kidding. These are his friends Matt and Mike, who are just visiting for the weekend. He met them over the internet. Anyway, I remember you picking up a bass after one of the school concerts, and I thought you could really play. Are you interested in joining our band?" Isaiah asked. "Hi, guys. Hi, Robbie. I have seen you around school, but I don't think we have ever had any classes together. I would love to join the band, but I had to sell my bass and amplifier last year. Paul and I really needed the money, so it had to go," Ed said. "Who is Paul?" Robbie asked. "He is my 13 year old brother. I wish both of us could be in your band. Paul is an excellent drummer." "No way to get your parents to pay for a new bass?" Robbie asked innocently. Ed kind of went a few shades whiter with the question, and Isaiah broke in. "Ed, I am sorry. I thought Robbie knew you. Robbie, this isn't your fault, OK? There was no way you could have known." "Known? Known what?" "Our parents were killed in a car crash over a year ago. We had insurance, but it was just barely enough to cover burying them. Isaiah is right, you had no way of knowing, but it is still a kind of tender spot for me. If you think I am bad, you should see Paul. He might have got up and punched you in the nose," Ed said. "Ed, I am so sorry," Robbie said. "No, it is all right. We had only been over here for two years when the crash happened. You can tell by my accent that Paul and I are from England. This was supposed to be the land of opportunity, where my father could make lots more money to support us. When they died, we had no family here or in England. So, we now live with a foster family. Paul keeps getting into trouble, and we have already been with four different families since the accident. The one we live with now wouldn't give us a dime to buy anything. They are letting us stay with them strictly for the money," Ed said. "Man, that is rough. I thought what Mike and I have gone through was bad, but it is nothing compared to your story," Matt said. "Well, mate, maybe we can get together some time and tell each other our stories. I could get Paul to sit in, also. Maybe it would help all of us to share our stories with each other," Ed said. "We can do that next time we come down to visit Robbie and Stan, if you would like," Mike said. Robbie shot both Matt and Mike a glare, but didn't say anything. Doing that would mean that Ed and Paul would find out Matt and Mike were gay, and Robbie didn't want to think about where that could lead. He didn't know Isaiah well enough for him to find out, and he had only just met Ed. "I wish it could work out. I really miss playing, and I know Paul does. His drums had to go when the bass did." "Was that Paul who jammed with us that day at school?" Isaiah asked. "Yep. He was only 12 then, but he could already play really well. He had walked over from his middle school to meet me so we could walk home together. That must have been about a month before the accident. He was a really happy go lucky kid then. He has changed so much that I really worry about him. He never knows when to back down from a fight, and he gets beat up all of the time," Ed answered. "He was really good. Both of you were. I started to ask you about starting a band right then, but something else came up and stopped me," Isaiah said. "Look, if I could manage to get a bass, a few mics and amps, and a drum set, do you think both of you would be interested?" "I think so, but how could you do that? It would cost lots of money just to rent all the stuff we need," Ed said. "OK, look, I have a really good feeling about playing with Robbie already. For me to answer that question, you all have to swear it won't leave this room. Paul can know, since he is going to be in the band, but no one else, all right? I guess if we are going to be spending as much time together as we are going to be, we are going to have to trust each other, so we might as well start now," Isaiah said. "I agree, but if we are going to do that, don't you think that Paul should also be here? If we are going to be completely honest with everyone, Paul and I have something that we need to tell you, too," Ed added. "Yeah, that makes sense. We all have to agree not to ever let anything we say today out of our group, even if someone decides to leave the band. I also don't want to have to tell all of this twice," Isaiah said. "Would it be better if Mike and I left? We don't live here, and we don't play any musical instruments, so we can't be in the band. We have to be getting back home soon, anyway," Matt said. "I am just speaking for myself, but I want you to stay. You can be band managers or something. If you hadn't forced Robbie to call me, none of this would have happened. I can't speak for Ed, but I don't mind you being here when we talk, as long as you agree to what we have already said," Isaiah said. "It is all right with me, on one condition," Ed said. "What is that?" Mike asked. "Well, can you drive me down to the park? I think Paul is there, and I don't want to have to ride my bike all the way down there looking for him." "I think that can be arranged. Isaiah survived driving with Mike and I. I think you will be able to survive, also. Let's go and see if we can find this little wild brother of yours," Matt answered. (Hey guys, I am getting absolutely no response at all. Does this story suck? Should I just stop it? I am frustrated. I was used to lots of response from the "Matt and Mike" story. Maybe I have lost it. Don't know. All I know is I try to start slowly, and build up the story little by little. There is lots more to come, and I don't really know if I want to publish any more chapters. If anyone cares, write to me at fsw99@mindspring.com)