Date: Sun, 20 Aug 2006 02:45:59 +0800 From: YoDawgs Bl.net Subject: Search for Conscience, Chapter 17 "How do you usually get to school?" Cody asked. "Oh, we walk to school. Didn't you hear dad yesterday? That's why the twins stayed over. They live such a near distance that their parents don't worry much about them staying over." Sean replied. A trickle of laughter was heard outside the bathroom, where the twins went after they had consequently completed each other's hair. Cody peeked outside the door, and spotted both twins wrestling on the bed beside the window, giggling with mirth. Seth squealed as Sebastian pinned his arms behind his back, and sat on them. He made no attempt to free himself. He watched with amusement, as Sebastian tickled Seth relentlessly for a few seconds, and released him. He watched with incredulity as they both then proceeded to button up each other's shirts, bottom up, with the exact same timing. "You ready yet, boys? You've got to leave in ten minutes' time!" John's voice echoed up into the room, through the underside of the door, albeit somewhat muffled. "One second!" Sean yelled back, and donned his tie in a rush. Cody noticed that Sean did not bother with a "Double-Windsor" tie, but merely looped it over the original loop and pushed it through, making a complete, although terrible looking tie. Cody did not bother to inform Sean of his method, but merely looped his own tie in his own time, in his own style. Having finished that, he pulled on his blazer and donned his socks, before heading out the door. Sebastian and Seth were about finished, but Sebastian was busy turning his bag inside out, presumably to find the IPOD that Cody was used to seeing them with. He heard Sebastian grunt with exasperation, while Seth picked his pockets. Eventually, Seth fished out the device from one of their trousers that they wore the day before, and tapped Sebastian on the shoulder, handing him the music player. Sebastian gave an obvious sigh of relief and placed it carefully in his pocket. Sean plucked at his hair in the toilet, utilising the mirror. Cody waited a few seconds, and then proceeded downstairs, where Regina had already prepared breakfast for them. "Quick, you need to go. Just drink the milk and take the toast along!" she ushered Cody. "Where are those boys?!" she muttered in exasperation. She plodded up the stairs rapidly, and almost immediately returned downstairs, three boys in her wake. "Drink, and go!" she commanded. "Cody," she continued, "Don't worry about your books and lessons. All you have to do is take this bag along, with your pencil case. We've arranged everything for you, no worries. Right, you'd best be off now." She kissed him on the cheek, and hugged him tightly, before heading off to Cody's peers and doing the same to them. The twins hugged back with adoration that surprised him. They genuinely seemed to love Regina as if she were their own mother. Eyes closed, they drew her into one warm, comforting hug, both of them, at the same instance. Sean tapped his foot impatiently, awaiting his turn. Cody got to work putting on his shoes. His black socks, which he had already adorned in the room, made it easier for him to force his foot into the leather shoe that made part of the uniform. At last, he was ready, after thirty second of frantic shoving and pushing. "Off you go now!" Regina trilled, gently pushing them out the front door. "I need to get to work." It was a humid morning, cold and bitter. Cody found his mood diminishing as soon as he stepped out of the front door. "God, it's cold." He heard Sebastian exclaim, as he huddled against his twin, shivering in the chilly air. Seth dug into his Quicksilver schoolbag and fished out a long cotton scarf, which he handed to Sebastian, who gratefully received it, wrapping one end around his neck and letting the other drape around Seth's. Sean grinned, and gripped the hem of Cody's sleeve, pulling him along. "Do you want to be late on your first day? Move your arse!" he taunted. Cody shrugged him off, and plodded along behind the trio. His temper lessened when they finally reached the school. He was surprised at the sudden halt, as he had been blindly following the pairs of legs in front of him while mulling his thoughts in his mind. "Oh." He said. Unlike the grey concrete structure that was in the middle of London, this school was the exact opposite. It resembled a campus with its environment; there were green fields everywhere, with a building engulfed with whitewash. Cody fell in love with it at that moment. "Oh, this is wonderful!" he exclaimed, worshipping the seemingly peaceful environment. Sean grinned. "Glad you like it." He replied. "Now come on!" he beckoned, and pulled Cody along into the school. What followed was a day of incredibly boring introductions to teachers but illuminating lessons. Cody enjoyed it thoroughly, and was vibrant as they skipped home after school. Sebastian was perched on Seth's shoulders as people pointed and laughed at the comical scene. It was as if the same person were riding himself, other students commented. "How was that, for a new environment?" Sean asked the obvious question, which was blatantly ignored. The quad were trudging home through the shiny asphalt which was soaked and had absorbed rain. Sean had already removed his tie, and was busy unbuttoning his collar. He struggled with it for a few seconds, before Cody decided to rid him of his misery, and forced the stubborn button through the unrelenting hole, revealing a portion of Sean's freckled chest. Cody tapped the chest bone, producing a hollow sound. Sean slapped his hand away. "Stop that." Cody raised his eyebrows and continued down the road, leather shoes making a clopping noise in the asphalt. He left his striped tie on, while the twins chattered happily behind them. Sean fiddled with his red and black striped tie, before letting it hang undone over his neck. "Grrrrr..." he growled at Cody, who mock-recoiled and patted him on the head, just out of his reach. He tried to lunge at Cody, but was neatly countered by an open palm strike to his abdomen. "God!" he gasped, leaning over, winded. Cody grinned. The twins chuckled. "Sorry. But you asked for it." He said, placing a hand on Sean's heaving back. Eventually the British boy recovered, and continued on the walk, still clutching his stomach. The twins turned into a street after a few minutes, Seth shouting his Goodbyes, and Sebastian appearing to be asleep over him. Cody suddenly felt a weight on his shoulder as Sean leant against it. "So tired." The boy muttered. "Really? Why?" "Had swimming for P.E. today. Mr. Barclay made me swim like fifty laps in five minutes." He groaned. "Awww, poor you." Cody mocked. But inside, his stomach gave a little lurch. Sean had a habit of not removing his Speedos after he finished swimming, preferring to wear his trousers over them. He was sure that Sean's trousers were damp, but he dared not ascertain the assumption. Their black blazers flapped in the piercingly cold wind, as it began to get dark due to the winter equinox. Sean shivered. "Let's hurry." He said, jogging the next twelve metres back to their home. As he neared the door, it opened, seemingly of its own accord. Cody blinked to get used to the darkness inside. It was only after a few seconds that he recognised John grinning down at them. "Welcome home." He said as a greeting, motioning inside the house with his left hand. Cody hurried in after Sean, and was immediately surprised after the door shut, as John swung him up by his armpits and laughed. "And how are my boys today?" He hugged Cody against him, and Cody felt the warmth radiating from the man, both physically and psychologically. He returned the hug, and then it was Sean's turn. He cried out with mirth as his father lifted him with one hand, cradling his body, and tickling him with the other. "Dad!" Sean choked. "I'm too tired to play right now." John carried him to the dining table and placed him on the only cushioned chair at the head of the table. Cody followed, and sat beside Sean, who almost immediately rested his head upon his hands on the table. Cody dug his hands under Sean's blazer and scratched his back through the white cotton shirt that he donned, making a high pitched sound as the fabric was scratched. Sean began to sigh softly and breathe deeper. John came back quietly as Cody was petting Sean, and smiled at his son's brown head. He ruffled the neatly combed hair, and placed two cups of hot chocolate on top of the wooden table. He looked at Cody and Sean for a moment, and his hard face cracked into mirth yet again. He hugged both of them together once more, and kissed both on the back of the forehead, before heading off into his study to continue with his work. Cody was enticed by the smoke emanating from the cup and simply stared at it for a few minutes; one hand idly stroking Sean's warm back through the thin cotton shirt, encountering familiar bumps that were moles. At long last, Sean raised his head from the table and half-heartedly took a sip of the now-warm cocoa, before widening his eyes and gulping down the contents of the cup. Cody followed suit, and took the cup to the kitchen, where he slowly placed the blue mug in the brown dishwasher that was situated on the far left of the room. They returned to the lounge, where Sean collapsed onto the sofa with a sigh, undoing two more buttons down his shirt. He left his blazer on to keep warm, but Cody could see more of Sean's half-developed muscular chest that he adored. He sank into the large armchair, and felt a low rumble as the German Shepherd that was lying on the chair growled a little. He hastily removed himself, and the dog leapt off the chair, making way for him. He took the seat again, and the dog immediately jumped onto his lap and rested its head on his knee. Sean giggled. "That dog likes you a lot, you know. Usually he isn't too friendly with newcomers, but... I guess he's had a good smell of your shoes." "I guess." Sean returned his attention to the television and flipped the channel a few times. BBC One, BBC 2, ITV 1, Channel Five, they were all showing the same thing: the hourly news update. It was four `o clock by then, and Cody felt himself becoming drowsy. He eyed the television sleepily. What was in that screen? That newscaster looked awfully familiar. Could it be? His father? He rubbed his eyes and stared in the television at the man dressed in the orthodox black and white suit with a blue and black striped Ralph Lauren tie, trying to remove his doubts. "Cody." The man in the television spoke. He started. How? How? How was this possible? "Cody!" He jerked awake to piercing green eyes and a freckle-covered face, as Sean peered over him, a slight smile on his face. "I've been calling you for ages, man. And then I come in here, and find you sleeping. What a waste of breath." Sean huffed. His shirt was still unbuttoned, and Cody reached out with a hand and felt the bare skin within. Sean let out a yelp as Cody's immensely cold fingers made contact with his skin. Cody's fingers were numb with the cold, and he tried to warm himself up by gripping Sean's body through the cotton shirt. Sean winced at the sensation and slowly eased himself into the chair, which was now devoid of dog. Cody felt the warm firmness of Sean's body through the cotton, and gripped him around the area by the hips, which was devoid of any bone. "Ooh, that feels weird." Sean stated, shuddering a little, and stiffening the area. Cody ignored the comment and continued warming his hands on Sean, as the brown haired boy made small movements of discomfort. He stared with his bright blue eyes into Sean's green eyes, squinted, because he was resisting the cold. And wondered again, where in the world, let alone Great Britain, he would find such a loving person. "Time for dinner, Cody." Sean mumbled, his mind getting used to Cody's touch. Presently Cody was sufficiently warm, and followed Sean into the dining room, where the food was already set upon the table by sweater-clad John. Tonight it was sirloin steak with mashed potatoes and peas. A bottle of wine sat on the table, and there were three wineglasses set. Sean eyed the glasses with excitement. "Wow, Dad. Are those... can we... ?" John smiled. "Once in awhile, yes. You can drink in your own home, although you can't purchase alcohol until you're eighteen." "Wicked!" Sean sat himself at the table, rubbing his hands. Cody sat at his place, and wondered where Regina was. John noticed his pensive look. "Your mother is working late tonight. Unlike me, who works at home, she doesn't have certain benefits." He said, with a sarcastic tone. Sean patted his stomach and took hold of his knife and fork even before the mashed potatoes and vegetables had even been doled onto their plates. Cody eyed the food appreciatively. "Do you cook the food here, John... I mean... Dad?" "No. My other girlfriend comes over and does it before school ends. She leaves just as you're arriving home from school every other day." He replied. "Of course I cook the food here. Regina couldn't cook to save her very life. Enough talk! Eat!" He snapped, not seriously, as he doled food onto his own plate and sat down. Cody dug in, trying not to eat too quickly, but to savour the taste as it slowly went through his palate. Sean ate so quickly that Cody was sure that even if John attempted to bite out of the piece of meat, instead of cutting it into small strips; he would not match Sean's speed. The wine was excellent as well, a 2004 Bordeaux white. Cody took small sips, ensuring that the alcohol would not cloud his senses. Sean finished immediately, excusing himself from the table and hurrying upstairs. The wooden staircase thudded below his feet and John winced at the noise. "I have to tell that boy not to run around the house like that. I spent a fortune on this." Cody smirked, and continued eating. Presently he finished, and brought his empty plate to the kitchen before walking upstairs to the room. Sean had his Mathematics homework on the table and was busy filling in sums. As he was in a different tutor group to Sean, he had an English essay to finish, and he got started on it. As he worked, he could hear John pottering about in the kitchen, and assumed that he was loading the dishwasher. After half an hour, he finally finished the three hundred and twenty word essay, and changed out of his school uniform into a pair of boxers. Sean was engrossed in his work, and did not seem to notice as Cody stripped behind him and slid on a pair of green striped boxers. Cody then fought the cold, and climbed up to the top of the bed. He buried himself under the covers, attempting to warm himself up. It was so cold that his fingers felt numb. He dared not touch any part of his body at all, knowing that the unpleasant cold would be very harsh against his skin. He lay on his back, visible from the chest upwards, hands folded under his head.. He hoped Sean would not simply pull the covers off and expose him to the cold, and embarrassment. Which is exactly what happened. He heard a shuffling, and then the thick blanket that he had tried to hard to get warm was flung off him. Sean was knelt in front of him, still clad in his school uniform minus the tie, with a slight smile on his face. Cody gazed with annoyance at him, and groaned for the covers again. "You don't need the covers." Sean said. "You've got me." And he pounced onto Cody's exposed body before he could remove his hands from behind his head, and started tickling Cody's torso, causing him to cry out in surprise. Cody attempted to push Sean away, but was too exhausted and full from the food to even make an honest effort. He was reduced to begging Sean to stop, albeit in a broken voice, as he laughed and choked while Sean's fingers were assaulting him. Finally, Sean eased up, and pulled the covers over both of them. "Feel cold now?" he mocked the panting blonde haired boy, now flushed from the exertion. "You wish." Cody gasped. He reached out with his right hand, and slowly caressed Sean's stomach over the white school shirt. Sean grinned at him, and placed both his warm hands upon Cody's chest. A sense of relaxation washed over Cody, as he closed his eyes and savoured the touch. He sighed, almost absent-mindedly. Sean began to massage him now, although not very proficiently. It was enough for Cody, however, as he groaned and gasped under the pressure. Sean traced his areolas, and he tensed automatically, waiting for Sean to initiate the wonderful feelings that would race up his spine into his brain. "God, they're really enormous, aren't they?" Sean suddenly commented. Cody went red, and sat up, pulling Sean down onto the sheets. "What..." Sean began, but cut himself off with an "Uhhh..." as Cody dug his thumbs into the small of his back. He removed his blazer, and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt as he groaned and moaned under Cody's expert fingers. Cody, on his part, lay down on top of Sean to preserve the warmth of his brother, and slowly inhaled the musky scent that emanated from the body below him. He had no doubt that the twins were probably doing the same to each other at this very moment. He revelled in the texture of the soft cotton, while slowly petting the body beneath him. He felt a lump, and pressed against it. Sean let out a yelp. "Oww! No!" "What is it?" "It's my third nipple." "What?!" "It's a pimple. And it really hurts as well." "Sorry. But how can there be a pimple there? Aren't they supposed to sprout on your face?" "I dunno. Guess I'm just growing up, eh?" Sean gently shoved Cody to one side as he removed his shirt. Cody's stomach dropped once again as he viewed his foster brother's body. Sean's torso looked as fine as it was from the moment Cody laid eyes on it. The exact same moles at the exact same places. The same pink nipples that protruded from each breast. Perfect. He had to resist reaching out and touching the firm, smooth, and warm skin. Sean knelt on the bed, panting slightly from the massage. His chest and stomach slowly expanded and contracted with each breath, revealing the contours of his torso; his ribs, abdomen, chest. Cody just lay where he was, as Sean slipped off his school trousers and flung them off the bed onto the wooden floor below, where they made a hollow thump, as his belt buckle hit the floor. As Cody suspected, he was clad in a black pair of Speedos. He must have had extras, for he had adorned them only the day before. Sean grinned. "Find something that interests you, mate?" Cody snapped out of his reverie. He had been eyeing Sean's fair body without even an attempt to conceal his actions. Sean leant forward, the muscles in his abdomen tightening, and turned off the lamp that was on the head of the bed, engulfing the room in partial darkness. The overhead filament light was still switched on, however, so everything was drawn into shadow. Sean presently returned, and lay down beside Cody, breathing softly. He heard the soft chattering of Cody's teeth and realised that he had been extremely selfish. He quickly pulled the covers over their torsos and moved closer to Cody, trying to share the body heat. "God, Sean. I'm not as fit as you. I'm freeeezing, man." "Sorry." Cody felt a sudden weight on his torso, and realised that Sean had rolled on top of him. He nearly burst out in laughter as brown hair tickled his nose. A moment later, the head moved to his left, and rested on his pillow. Sean was lying atop of him on his back, and was sharing the same pillow as him. Again, he felt another jolt of lust, as the firm skin of his brother pressed against him. He reached down with his hands and kneaded Sean's abdomen, causing sighs and groans to be emitted from the pre-teen's pink lips. He enjoyed the form of Sean's body on his hands, and strayed upwards towards the ribs and sternum once in awhile, feeling their firm and hard texture. Sean, for his part, closed his eyes and enjoyed the feelings that Cody was endowing him with. Cody's fingers wandered over his chest, and rubbed against his pink nubs, lingering there. He let out a little "Oh...", while arching his body a few millimetres upwards. He felt strangely aroused in his groin area, and reached down to adjust it. "What are you doing?" Cody asked. "Nothing." Came the answer. "Hmm... not again." This time, he didn't pursue the topic, but continued to run his fingers over the hardening lumps, causing moans increasing in volume to ensue. Sean grabbed a pillow and covered his face, attempting to muffle his loud moans as the lumps at the end of his breasts were disturbed. "Awwwww... Aaaaahhhhh... Arghhh..." he moaned, voice dampened by the cotton in the pillow. He held his breath instinctively, he did not know why. All that was in his mind was the immense waves of euphoria and ecstasy that were breaking upon him now. "Don't stop... Don't stop!" Were the only words he managed to choke out. Cody laughed. He released his fingers over the buttons of joy and retorted "Oh come on. You're already moaning as if..." "As if what?" It was his turn to say "Nothing." "Aww, come on, Cody. You of all people know how good it feels there, especially if someone else is touching them. Anna never used to do it at all." "Really? Why?" "Well, I was... embarrassed to ask her. I mean... she's a girl... and... she's my sister, for god's sake!" "Oh. But wouldn't you like a girl to do this to you instead of me?" "Well... to be honest, Cody, I feel extremely comfortable with you here. Of course I would like a girl to do this to me, and other things as well, but... such a girl does not exist. Not now, but maybe later. Besides, you seem to know how to make me happy." Sean replied. "I mean... don't you yell out like that as well when... yours... are touched?" Cody was aware that Sean never referred to his nipples directly, but preferred to use substitutes. He grinned. "Not like that. Never as loud as that." Sean shifted uncomfortably. Cody felt the body on top of him slowly going moist as Sean was placed in an awkward position. "Alright, look. Please don't tell whatever I'm about to tell you to the twins, okay? I would never hear the end of it from Seth." He paused for a moment. "You listening?!" "Yeah, yeah." "Okay. Give me your hands." Cody obeyed, curious to what exactly Sean had in mind. Sean guided them over to his breast, and placed his fingers over his pink nipples. He gasped as he did so, but retained his urges. "Press alongside them." He said. "Careful! They hurt if you press too hard." Curious, Cody gently pressed his index fingers alongside the pink nubbins and was surprised by a hard disc-like object under the skin. Sean hissed in ecstasy. "I don't know when and why these things came. Ever since, they've been so sensitive that I can't help it. They hurt more when it's cold as well." "Is that why they stick out so much?" Cody joked, albeit still intrigued by the strange objects. It was true, however. Sean's chest was much more prominent than any of the boys, and he was secretly embarrassed by it. Sean suddenly turned so that his chest was resting against Cody's, who could feel the hard bulge of it. "Don't ever tell anyone, y'hear?" he whispered fiercely. "Dad doesn't even know, and I want to keep it that way." His voice took on a softer tone. "Please, Cody. Please... they'll just make fun of me in school, while I'm swimming. Please don't tell anyone." He pleaded. "Of course. You don't need to say any more." He replied. "Now, turn over so I can get a better touch of them." Sean adjusted his Speedo again and flipped over onto his back.