Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2021 01:00:00 -0800
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 17 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 17


"I knew this was going to happen," Ronda roared. Kyle had seen his
mother upset on many occasions, but this was one of the worst. "And that
little bastard wasn't even suspended!" Rick spared Kyle the task of
explaining why Kyle had been suspended for a day. Kyle was even more in
love with his step-father because of it. Ronda freaked out upon seeing
Kyle's black and blue eyes and, several hours later, she was still
gnashing her teeth. "And the vice principal just did nothing? That son
of a bitch is lucky I wasn't there!" And she meant it. Ronda only had
brothers, so she was not afraid to punch someone she felt deserved it.


Rick tried in vain to get his wife to calm down. Eventually, he decided
to let her yell herself horse, while he prepared dinner (pizza) and
helped the boys with their homework. Every now and then, he'd whisper
something to his sons about how crazy their mother was, but he was too
scared to say it loud enough for her to hear.


By the time Charlie went to bed, Ronda was finally depleted. She, Rick
and Kyle sat in the living room, watching T.V. "So," Ronda said,
causing the guys to shoot each other worried looks, as if she might have
gotten a second wind. "What's the plan for tomorrow?"


Rick took a second or two to think, then said, "I can take the day off
again. I have some sick days saved up, so it won't hurt to stay home. I
can make some phone calls to the school district and see what can be
done."


His wife nodded in agreement. A moment later, she said, "What about the
day after that?"


"What do you mean? His suspension will be over, so he can go back to
school."


"What if I don't want him to go back there?"


"Have Kyle transferred to another school? Don't you think that's a bit
extreme?"


Ronda looked scandalized. Kyle was certain now that his mother's outrage
was starting up again. "Extreme?! My baby was punched in the face by a
homophobic bully and was suspended for it, while the son-of-a-bitch was
allowed to stay and treated like the victim! And you think that
transferring him is 'a bit extreme'?!"


Rick held his tongue. The last thing he wanted was another five rant,
especially directed at himself. "That's fair, but it was one incident,
and I don't think it will happen again. Cody's dad looked scared when I
told him off, so as long as he keeps his kid in check, there shouldn't be
any more problems."


"And what if Cody doesn't stay 'in check'? What then? Kyle gets attacked
again, and Cody gets to be the victim?"


"Kyle can't keep running. As much as I despise him getting hurt, we
can't always be there to protect him. He needs to learn to stand up for
himself, and unfortunately, sometimes it means standing up to those who
are trying to hurt you the most."


The shocked look on Ronda's face was almost comical. She looked like she
had swallowed her teeth. She jumped up and started pacing again. Father
and son thought, Here she goes again! "So, what you're saying is, and
correct me if I'm wrong (Rick and Kyle knew she didn't mean that), but
you want Kyle to beat up Cody?!"


"That's not what I said," Rick corrected. "Sometimes the best way to
stop a bully is to confront him and show that you're not scared. If Kyle
goes to another school, Cody will see that he has the power to chase
those he hates away, and will start doing it to other kids. If Kyle
stays, it will show Cody that Kyle isn't scared of him. If Kyle continues
to stand up to Cody, eventually, Cody will stop his shit and leave Kyle
alone."


"And if that doesn't work? What if Cody sees it as a challenge and
continues to hurt our son?"


"I'll be fine, Mom," Kyle said. Both parents had forgotten that he was
in the same room. "I don't want someone else to be bullied because I
left, plus, all of my other friends are at this school. I want to
stay...at least for now."


Ronda's outrage was still behind her eyes, but she conceded. "Fine, you
can stay, but if things get worse, I will pull you out of that school.
Agreed?" Kyle agreed, but only because he knew her question was
rhetorical.


Kyle laid in bed thinking back on the day, especially the kiss with Rick.
He had been longing for his step-father, and had just about given up. He
still felt Rick's tongue exploring his mouth. His little dick was as hard
as ever. Kyle slowly stroked it, feeling the head and how sensitive it
was. He slid his hand down the short shaft and something didn't feel
right. He stopped jerking off and gently touched his smooth, lower
abdomen. Something kept slightly poking his hand, like a little needle.
He was about to pull his blanket back when he heard a soft knock at his
door.


"Are you awake, Buddy?" Rick softly asked, as the door cracked open.


"Yeah," Kyle replied.


Rick stepped in, closing the door behind him. He was carrying a glass of
water and a bottle of painkillers Kyle was given by the ER doctor. Rick
made his way to the bed, and Kyle moved over as Rick sat on the edge.
"How does your face feel?"


"It hurts a little."


"Really? Because it's kill me," Rick said with a devilish grin. Kyle
faked indignation and lightly punched Rick on the arm, and Rick pretended
to be hurt. Father and son laughed at the bad joke, as Rick examined
Kyle's bruised eyes. "You can have a pill tonight. Hopefully, it'll help
you sleep." Kyle took the pill and swallowed it. He didn't like the way
they made his head spin; however, he had to admit that they were better
than the pain. Rick took the glass and set it by the night stand. "So,
what do you want to do tomorrow?"


"What do you mean? I'm in trouble."


"Who ever said you were in trouble?"


"But I got suspended from school--"


"You were wrongly suspended," Rick clarified. "You're not in trouble.
You didn't do anything wrong."


"Okay, then, why am I not going to school?"


"Because the Mr. Nader wants to punish you, and I'm not going to allow
it. He might think you're in trouble, but your mom and I aren't going to
punish you. Think of it as an extended weekend."


Kyle smiled...then stopped, because it hurt too much. He thought for a
little while then said, "Can we go to a movie?"


"Sure," Rick said.


"How about the arcade?"


"So, you want to go to a movie and the arcade?"


Kyle's eyes widened (well, as much as they could given the swelling). He
was thinking of either a movie or the arcade. It never crossed his mind
to do both. "Yes, both, please."


"Anything else?"


Kyle's heart started to race. He didn't want to push things, but an idea
instantly came to mind. "Yes," he whispered."


"Well," Rick whispered back, "what is it?"


"I--," Kyle started. He took a long, deep breath. He let it slowly
escape before he went on. "I was wondering if we could have sex again."
Kyle dropped his head, instantly regretting every word.


Rick reached over, took Kyle by the hand, and gave it a little squeeze.
Rick Leaned toward his son and said, "After your mom and Charlie leave,
okay?"


Kyle's face lit up. "Okay," Kyle said.


Rick leaned closer, took Kyle's face in his hands, and kissed his son as
he had done earlier. Kyle did his best to stifle a moan of pleasure. He
didn't want Rick to think that he was hurt. Father and son parted lips,
returning their tongues to their respective mouths.


"Good night, Buddy," Rick said, getting ready to leave.


"Wait!" Kyle whispered loudly.


"What is it?"


Kyle pulled his blankets back, exposing his naked body and full erection.
"In the morning, okay?" Rick chuckled.


"No," Kyle said frustrated. "Not that. He took Rick's hand and rubbed
the spot where he had felt the needle. "Do you feel that?"


Rick rubbed the area then smiled. "It feels like you're finally getting
some hair there."


Kyle smiled (again, briefly). He was getting pubes.


Rick kissed Kyle on the top of the head, said good night once more, and
left. Kyle continued to lay in bed, the blanket still to the side,
feeling his in-coming manhood. Soon, he'd be able to cum...and fuck Rick.
His dick started to hurt from being so hard. Kyle tugged on his baby
boner until he had a dry orgasm and passed out, thinking of what the
morning would bring him.


***Chapter 18 Coming Soon***