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CHAPTER 31
A NEW FAMILY MOVES IN
When we got back to Clayton, rather than going home we went to the school. We entered through the back lot that I had never seen before. I was not sure where we were going until we entered the building and I realize that it was the same room where everyone gathered for the first mountings. I was not sure what was happening, because Regulars and their parents were coming in.
The first thing I saw were the four TV's that we watched the mountings on. They were lit up with pictures that started my tears rolling again. One had my mom's picture on it, the next had my dad's, the third had Donny's picture, and the last one had a picture with all of us. I realized that these were the pictures I had in my room upstairs.
There were all kinds of food and drinks which was fine, but I wasn't hungry. I was hating everyone telling me how sorry they were for my loss. About half an hour in, I excused myself to go to the restroom. All the doors were locked going into the rest of the house, but I was able to use my fingerprint and gain access. I went to the second floor and entered one of the time out rooms. I closed the door behind me and curled up in the corner and cried. I felt weird because I was dressed, but I didn't care.
I am not sure how long I was in there, but all of a sudden I heard whispered voices behind me. I was facing the wall, so I had to turn to see where they were coming from. There, sitting on the opposite wall, was Owen and Timmy, both dressed and reading a comic book. I was not sure how they got in here without me hearing them enter. Did I fall asleep again, or was I just so lost in my grief that I never heard them enter? "Why are you guys here, I really wanted to be alone."
They lowered the comic book and Timmy said, "We know, that is why we are sitting over here. That way you can be alone over there."
I was getting mad, "You know what I mean Timmy. You are not supposed to be in here when I am in here."
I was not actually mad I guess, in fact, I am not sure what I was feeling really. Owen, however, let me know he was mad as he responded in a voice of anger that I have never heard from him before, "Now you listen here brother, you are not going to talk to us like that. We are here because we care about you. I get you want to be alone, but the sadness you are feeling is strong and deep in you. It has such a tight grip on you that it will be hard for you to shake alone. I was there not long ago, maybe not for the same reasons, but the sadness had me and dragged me down." He showed me his wrists, "I have the scars to prove it. You may not like it, but we love you and there is no chance we are going to let you suffer through this alone. We will stay out of your way for a while, but we will always be close by when you need us."
By the time he was done yelling at me, his face was wet with tears. Timmy added, "You do what you need to do, we will be over here staying out of your way."
Timmy put his arm around Owen, and they went back to looking at the comic. I was not sure what to do now, I wanted to be alone, but I also had this fear deep inside that if I didn't pull it together I could lose my friends. I know that is stupid, but I never thought I would lose my family either. I started shaking and felt sick. I ran out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. I leaned over the toilet and started puking. It hurt a lot because I had very little in my stomach. Once I stopped I just sat there on the floor with my head on the toilet seat. I heard water running and turned to see Timmy behind me leaning down to lift me up. Once I was away from the toilet, Owen came up to me with a wet paper towel and wiped my face down.
We went upstairs to our room where they got my toothbrush and toothpaste. We walked to the bathroom and I brushed my teeth. We went back to our room where I put up my stuff. Timmy and Owen were sitting on the bed. I sat between them and said, "I am sorry for being such a jerk, I just feel so lost right now. Before you guys, Donny was all I had, and now I feel like a part of me has been torn off." I turned to Owen, "Thank you for everything you said at the church, I can't tell you what that meant to me. I had no idea that my family was so involved in your life. Why didn't you ever tell me?"
"I wanted to and almost did a few times, but when your dad started checking up on me and talking to me without you around it was like I had a family again. He knew about what I tried to do to myself and never even brought it up. I did once and he listened to me and we talked for a while about it. This was all before my dad came back to me. I guess I just wanted a family so bad that I pretended they were mine. Maybe it was selfish, but I was afraid that if you knew about it, you would be mad at me. I was just afraid that you would hate me and that I would not only lose you, but the family I needed."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I couldn't stop myself from hitting him in the arm, hard. "Ouch, what was that for?"
"For thinking that I would be mad at you. I knew you needed a family, and that is why I made you a member of mine. I could never be mad at you or my dad. He was a great dad, and always knew when I was hurting and what to say or not say to help me through it. Of course he would do the same for you."
Owen wrapped me in a big hug and cried. Timmy joined in also crying, and of course I was crying. That is how Tyler found us when he walked into the room. "I thought I would find you here. We need to go back downstairs, get something to eat and Brian, as hard as I am sure it is for you, you need to be nice and let people tell you how sorry they are for your loss. It will only be for one more hour and then the Walters will take you home."
We all headed downstairs, and over the next hour I listened to everyone tell me how sorry they were for my loss. I know they meant well, but none of them knew my family and I just felt worse every time someone said it.
I am feeling a little better though. Timmy, Owen, Aaron, Bill, Theo, and Tyler would not stop bugging me till I ate some food. I didn't want to until I actually ate some, then I realized just how hungry I was. Once I started eating, I ate like it was my last day on earth. I even laughed so hard that I almost fell out of my chair. That happened when Timmy brought each of us a piece of cake. Once he put down everyone's cake on the table, he started sniffing at his. Owen asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Timmy responded, "I don't know, this cake just smells weird."
Owen leaned over to smell his and Timmy quickly put his hand on the back of Owen's head and pushed down. This put Owen's face right into his cake. At first I thought Owen would be mad, but all he did was sit up, lick his lips, and say, "Nope, nothing wrong with that cake."
We all started laughing so hard that everyone was staring. Pa and Owen's dad came over to see what was going on and Owen's dad said in a stern voice, "Owen, we have talked about this. How many times have I told you that you have to use a fork when eating cake?"
At first we didn't know that he was joking, but when we realized it, we just could not stop laughing. About thirty minutes later the party broke up. Ma, Amanda, Tyler, Bills mom, and a few others stayed to clean up. I offered to help, but Ma and Pa figured I had enough for today, so Pa and I went home. We took Bill and his dad home since Bills mom kept their car and would bring the others home later. Once Pa and me dropped off Bill and his dad, we went home.
I stripped like always when we entered the house. Pa sat on the couch and turned on the TV. I climbed on the couch and just wrapped Pa in a really big hug. "What's that for?"
"Just for being with me today. You holding me during the thing at the church made me feel less alone."
He pushed me back so he could look me in the eye, "You may be many things, but alone is not one of them."
"I know what you are saying, and I am so grateful for all I have been given, but I feel..."
"How do you feel Brian?"
"I feel... empty I guess, like this whole part of me is missing."
"I get it buddy, I felt that way when I lost my parents. Would you do me a favor?"
"Yes."
"Would you let me call Dr. Butler and set up some time for you two to talk?"
I didn't really want to, but he helped Owen, and Hudson. I looked at Pa and said, "I will see him.`"
I got off the couch and headed to my room. I was going to crawl into bed, but I ended up in the closet. I know this sounds weird, but there is something about the tight dark space that let's my mind stop working for a bit and I can relax.
I had been curled up under the blanket Ma put in there the other day, when I said, "Donny, how can I go on without you? I miss you so much I just can't bear it anymore." At first I thought I was just thinking it, but then realized that I had said it out loud. As I was thinking about that, I heard a voice...
"I miss you to little bro."
I was frozen in place, "Donny, is that you?"
Laughing, "Of course it is me silly. Who were you expecting?"
"But... Your dead."
"Duh, I know that. I was there when it happened."
"So how are you talking to me?"
"Best as I can figure, it is going from my soul to yours."
"Oh, come on Donny, you know I don't believe in that stuff."
"I forgot. I guess I should leave then."
I reached out for him, but just hit the wall of the closet, and yelled "No, Donny, please don't leave me."
"Brian, whether you believe in our souls being connected or not, I will never leave you. I told you that the first time I laid eyes on you, and I have never broken a promise to you, have I?"
"No you haven't, till now. Now you, mom, and dad have all left me."
"We may not be here physically, but we will never leave you. We have been watching over you since the day we were killed. We will continue watching over you till the day that we meet again."
I had to think about that for a minute. I know this is all in my head right? But what if it isn't? What if they are really watching over me? "When you say that you see everything, what do you mean?"
"I think you know what I mean. We were really angry about what we saw happening there. If we would have known about this when we were alive... Let's just say that dad and I would have had some confrontations with those people, those Crossman."
"Please don't be mad at me. I know that people think that what is happening here is wrong, but it is the first time in my life that I feel like I belong. I like the sex and I am not forced to do anything. Donny, you know that I am different, and you know that I was looking at the men in your magazine. I knew then that I needed what is happening here. Please understand."
"Brian, I love you unconditionally. I am not mad at you and although I don't like it, it is your life now. The thing we see above all is the love you are surrounded by. You, Timmy, Owen, and even Theo are more than just friends. The love you share for each other is amazing. Is it possible that you may end up in a relationship with one of them?"
"No, that is not the kind of love we share. I am sure that Owen is straight, and Timmy will marry whoever his dad chooses for him. As for me, I am not sure what my future holds. I don't have a dad anymore, and even if he were still here, he would not help me chose a husband."
"I understand how the Crossman work, but you are not one of them really. You will decide who you want to marry when you get older."
I talked with Donny for a while, and it helped with my grief. I got out of the closet, went to the bathroom, and then joined Pa on the sofa.
Pa put his arm around me and asked, "How was your talk with Donny?"
I looked at him in surprise, "What are you talking about, Donny is gone, he was killed with my parents."
"Brian, listen to me. Donny may not be alive anymore, but he is not gone.
"You know that makes no sense, right?"
"I did not mean to eaves drop, but I heard you yell, and I thought you were hurt. I ran to your room and stopped when I heard you talking. I didn't hear you call him by name, but I could tell by the way you were talking that it was Donny."
"It was not really Donny, just me imagining it was him."
"Are you sure? I don't think from the little I heard that you were imagining it. It was a pretty serious conversation."
"Again, it was just in my head."
"Brian, did you respect your brother?"
"Of course, he was my world."
"Did he believe that when he died, that he would go to heaven?"
"Yes."
"So, as much as you don't want to believe, wouldn't it be better to think of him and your parents there then in a hole in the ground?"
I thought about that for a minute, "Yes. He was a wonderful caring person, if there is a heaven, that is where he is."
"Ok, so if he is in heaven, is it not possible that he, with the strong bond you two have, would find a way to talk to you?"
"Yes, that is true, but there is not a heaven. I don't want to be disrespectful of your beliefs, but you know that I can't wrap my head around it. I have tried to believe, so that I could be the son that my minister father would be proud of, but I just can't seem to get there."
"Brian, weather you believe in god or not, I can guarantee you that your dad was proud of you. I am not a religious person, but I do believe in god, and I do believe that my parents are watching over me. Maybe it is just in my head, but I often have conversations with my mom. It was my mom that told me to make a home for you here until your parents got back. After your family died, she told me that you would need Ma and I more than ever. Was it all in my head? Maybe, but I can't wrap my head around the way we talk, being just in my head."
I thought about it for a minute. "You may be right, some of the things he told me and the questions he asked caught me off guard. It makes me ask the question `Why was I surprised by what he was saying, if it was all in my head?' I am confused by the whole thing to be honest."
"Is there anything that I can help with?"
"Well..."
"Go on Brian, ask anything."
"Well, I miss my family and would give anything to have them back, but Donny said some things that I never considered."
"Like what?"
"If they would not have been killed, would I have been able to be a Crossman when they returned? I am pretty sure that my dad and brother would not have liked some of the Crossman's lifestyles."
"I won't lie that has been a big concern of a lot of people. You are the first Regular that we have had become a Crossman. We were also concerned about how your family would handle it."
"But Theo was a Regular and he is now a Crossman."
"Yes, but Theo's mom married a Crossman. We have had a few like that, so Theo's mom already knew what would happen here and accepted it. You are the first to join without marriage being involved."
I decided I didn't want to talk about this anymore, so I changed the subject, "Pa, can I go back to school tomorrow afternoon?"
He looked a little surprised, "Are you sure buddy? We had planned to have you take next week off to give you time to grieve."
"I think that will take more than a week, and I miss school and really want to go back if that is ok."
"Sure buddy, whatever you need."
"There is something else that I need."
"What is that?"
"Would you mount me? I really want to have some tingles."
He stood and held out his hand for me to take. We went into the bedroom and then into the shower. He cleaned me out which actually felt good. Once that was done we went into the bedroom where I climbed onto the bed and got into mounting position.
After lubing me up real good, Pa got behind me and entered me. I screamed into the pillow. I guess it has been a week since I was mounted, and it hurt like crazy, however, the pain didn't last long. Once Pa was in me, he adjusted me so that I was lying flat. It stared out slow as he was sliding in and out of me. It didn't take very long till I started feeling the tingles.
As I was recovering from my first orgasm I realized that Pa had stopped moving and was just laying on top of me. After I was back to normal breathing, he started kissing my neck and licking my ears. After a few minutes he started moving in and out of my cunt again. This time he turned my head and started kissing on my mouth and giving me lots of tongue. As soon as that started, so did the tingles.
By the time we were done, and Pa finally squirted his cum in me, I had orgasmed three times, I was so tired. I turned my head to look at the clock and saw that we had been having sex for over and hour. I also saw a naked Ma standing at the door with a big smile on her face. "I am glad to see that you two found something to occupy your time."
Pa said, "He is an amazing boy alright."
I got out of bed and went into the bathroom to grab a cunt plug. I lubed it up and gave it to Ma before I bent over the bed. Once she had it in me I turned, gave her a big hug and kiss, and then went to work licking Pa's cock clean. Once that was done, I took the head in my mouth and waited for him to pee.
I went back to school the next day. Over time things got back to a normal routine. I still missed my family every day, but as the days passed it didn't hurt as much and my crying eased up. About three weeks later Timmy came running into the room, jumping around like he was possessed. I asked, "Hey bonehead, what is wrong with you."
"I am just really excited! I just found out that next term after summer break, we are finally getting a new band teacher."
"I didn't even know that we had band here."
"We did last year, but Mr. Blackburn retired. I loved that guy, he taught me so much."
"Wait a minute... You play and instrument? How did I not know that?"
"I guess it never came up. My whole family plays instruments. So anyway, his name it Mr. Carter and he played with real bands until he retired. He is moving here and is going to take over the band, I can't wait." He started dancing around the room.
We ended the school year as summer rolled around. I was on the Headmasters list, along with Owen, and even Theo. Timmy just missed it because his math grade was not there. I promised him that I would help him next term and he would be there with us. He was not as upset about it as I was. He said that math was not his subject and still did well enough.
We spent our days naked unless we were on our bikes. We were almost always together. Theo hung out with us a lot, but he found some friends his age and hung out with them most of the time. We spent a lot of time at the rec center, swimming, playing games, and watching movies.
On Friday nights, you would find a lot of the kids doing a sleep over at the rec center, watching scary movies, and having a great time.
Just before the fourth of July, Timmy, Owen, Bill, Theo, Aaron, and I were hanging out at my house running through the sprinklers when we saw a big truck with `Crossman Moving and Storage' written on the side drive by. We all ran to follow the truck so that we could see who was moving in.
The truck stopped at a house down the road. Timmy said, "That was the Smith's house. They were like grandparents to the kids around here. Mrs. Smith always had some good treats cooking. They moved out a few months ago. They said that they were moving to California to be closer to their real grandkids."
As we walked up we saw a man with two boys. He was about six foot with long black hair going down past his shoulders. He was not fat, but he had a few extra pound on him. He was wearing a red plaid shirt, blue jeans, and boots. The boys on the other hand were naked like us. The littlest was really cute. He was under four feet, skinny, really tan, and with what my mom always called dirty blond hair. He has a round face with a big jaw. You know the kind; he is cute but looks like he has more teeth in his mouth then normal. I guess the thing that really caught my attention was his neck. It just looked too small to be able to support his head.
The other boy was the same only older. They were definitely brothers. He was taller, like five feet, and very handsome as well. We walked up and of course Timmy, was the first to speak. "Hello, my name is Timmy, and I am nine, this is Owen he also nine, Brian is nine, Theo is seven, Bill is twelve, and Aaron is eight. Welcome to the Crossman Ranch."
It was the youngest that spoke for the family. He spoke in this strong southern accent. Timmy had a southern accent but not near as strong as this kids. "Hi, my name is Colt Carter, and I am six. This is my big brother Gunner, and he is eleven, and this is our dad, and he is just... old (Colt said with a giggle)." His dad just laughed and gave Colt a light smack on the back of the head.
Owen asked, "Where did you guys come from?"
Gunner spoke up, "We are from Midway Kentucky. Dad finally came home for good, so we moved here where he got a job."
Bill asked, "Were you in the military Sir?"
He laughed, but before he could answer Colt broke in, "Heck no, he is a drummer. He was always on tour with one band or another. Now he is going to say home with us from now on."
I thought Timmy's head was going to explode. He just started jumping around, "You're Mr. Carter!!! Are you the new band teacher?"
Mr. Carter laughed and said, "Yes I am. Do you play an instrument?"
Timmy had us all laughing the way he was dancing around. "Yes Sir. I play the bass guitar and sax."
Mr. Carter looked surprised, but maybe not as surprised and me and Owen. I looked at Owen and asked, "How did we not know this?" Owen just shrugged his shoulders.
Colt was jumping around, "Daddy, can I show them the music room?"
"After our truck is unloaded and the movers are finished unloading theirs."
Owen asked, "Can we help?"
"Sure." Mr. Carter said. Over the next couple of hours we all helped empty the trucks. Aaron and Theo helped Colt set up his room, while me and Owen helped Gunner set up his. Bill and Timmy helped Mr. Carter set up the rest of the house.
When we were all done Mr. Carter gave us each a coke while we caught our breath. Colt asked, "Daddy, when is Mommy coming? She will be happy with everything we did."
She is driving in tonight. She said she was going to stop and pick up pizza's on her way in with your sister, so I would guess about two hours."
"Can we show them the music room then?"
"Sure, let's go."
We all went down the stairs and into this wide-open space. Except for a room at the far end that I guessed held the washer and dryer and another door that was probably the bathroom like at my house, it was all open. The basement at my house had walls in it that made the office, bathroom, laundry room, and storage room.
As we all took in what we were seeing, I was surprised. At one end of the area was a stage. It was not big, it stood maybe two to three feet off the ground, and the ceiling had a light bar with lights pointed at the stage. Colt ran over to the wall and flipped the switch. The whole stage lit up, there were four guitars in stands, a set of really cool drums, and a keyboard.
Colt jumped on the stage and asked, "Isn't this cool? My dad had it all set up before we even got here."
Gunner asked, "Colt, why don't you sing something?"
"Naw, they don't want to hear me squawking."
We could all tell that he was faking. It was obvious that he really did want to sing. Mr. Carter said, "Colt, why don't you do Twang? I mean you were singing it all the way here." He said with a laugh.
With a huge smile he said, "Ok, if you are going to force me."
The three of them got up on the stage. Mr. Carter behind the drums, and Gunner grabbed a guitar. Colt grabbed this cowboy hat that looked too big for his head and put it on. Gunner started strumming his guitar and then the craziest sound came out of Colt's mouth. It was a country song, but the way he sang it was awesome. I am not sure I would have liked it, just hearing it, but seeing Colt preform it was amazing. During our drama classes, the thing that Ma would say over and over again was, "Have fun with it." And boy was Colt having fun. When he finished we were all whooping and hollering about how good he was.
Gunner grabbed a computer pad off the table and poked at it for a few seconds before finding what he wanted us to see. Showing it to us he said, "This is Mason Ramsey, Twang is his song." He hit the play button and this boy came up on the screen. He was really cute, but more than that, he looked a lot like Colt, cept a little older. It was amazing how much Colt and Mason sounded like each other. I liked Mason, but I thought Colt was better.