Date: Fri, 4 Jun 2021 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 37 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 37


Lydia and Terry came over around noon. The boys were playing in the
living room, while Rick was in the kitchen, glad for the rescue. After a
few corrections and a quick store run by Terry, dinner was served. The
adults ate in the living room, while the boys ate at the table. Charlie
was more subdued than normal, and Kyle guessed it was due to their
mother's absence. Pie was served to everyone in front of the TV, so they
could watch the football game. That night, Charlie slept with his dad,
while Kyle and Ry slept together. Kyle's room was rather spars in order
to make room for the new bed that Rick had ordered online. Everything
except his bed and dresser were moved to the garage. Kyle loved Ry, but
all the new changes in his life was creating some resentment. Kyle felt
that Ry was invading his space a little too much lately. He hoped that
the bigger bed would make things better.


Kyle woke up early the next morning feeling sick with nerves. He still
didn't want to go to the visit and couldn't understand why he wasn't
given a choice. After all, he hadn't seen his mother in weeks, and she
hadn't abused him.


Rick and Kyle left the house around half-past-noon, leaving Ry to watch
Charlie. Rick hoped he had a house when he returned, though he assured
the boys that Terry was going to check on them at least once.


Rick parked the truck and saw Parker's car. He took a steadying breath
and held Kyle's hand as they entered Rebecca's office. Antonio met them
at the door and said that Rebecca needed to see Rick before the visit was
to start. Kyle took a seat in the lobby, as Rick entered the conference
room. Rick entered the other room, and Kyle could see the man from the
other day sitting across from Rebecca. He looked at Kyle, smiled broadly
and waved, just before the door was closed again.


Kyle couldn't believe that Will Parker was his father. It was still too
foreign for him to grasp. He had spent years wondering who the man was,
what he was like, and why his mother left. Now, Kyle had his answers, at
least most of them, and all he wanted was to go home.


The time passed slowly. Antonio had flitted in and out of the room. He
was nice enough, but hovered a little too much for Kyle's liking; it made
him suspicious. Usually when adults fussed, like Antonio was, it meant
that something was wrong, like the time Ronda kept fussing over him
before mentioning that his dog had been hit by a car. Kyle wished they
were upfront and honest with him. He was already there against his will,
so there couldn't be anything worse coming...or was there?


"Kyle," Rebecca said, poking her head out of the door, "We're ready
for you now."


Kyle gave a quasi-huff/sigh as he stood. His anxiety was climbing, and he
felt like running out of the office. Instead he walked into the
conference room like a good boy. The tension was thick and most of it was
coming off of Rick, who kept his eyes on Will Parker. Parker, on the
other hand, was all smiles, greeted Kyle warmly and shook the boy's hand.


"I have waited a long time for this moment, so I apologize for my
nervousness," he said, taking his seat across the table from his son.
Kyle didn't reply, but took his seat next to Rick, who quickly wrapped an
arm around Kyle.


"Who would like something to drink?" Antonio asked.


"I would love a cup. 2 creams, 2 sugars, if that's alright?" Parker
asked, never once dropping his smile.


"Anyone else?" Antonio seemed annoyed. Rebecca requested a pitcher of
water with glasses.


After Antonio arrived with the drinks, he took a seat at the far end of
the table, and turned on a camera. Kyle looked puzzled, and Parker said,
"I requested that all our visits be recorded. I hope you don't mind."
Kyle started to object but let it go. "Okay," Parker continued,
"before we get too far along, I have some gifts for you."


"We didn't agree on presents," Rick aggressively stated.


Parker chuckled and said, "I wouldn't necessarily call these presents.
More like I'm returning items stolen from our son." Kyle shook his head
at the words "our son." It was one thing to hear his mother and Rick
use that phrase, but to hear it used so casually from a total stranger
was just too weird. Rick ended his protest, but held his tongue at the
ready. Parker grabbed a large box from behind him, opened it and pulled
out an old photo album. He slid it across the table towards Kyle, who
reluctantly accepted it. "Those belong to you, and I'm glad we have the
time to go over the contents together."


Kyle opened the cover and the first page was a large picture of a baby.
"Is that me?"


"It is; taken the day your mother and I brought you home."


Kyle turned the page and saw a birth record from a Nebraska hospital. The
name on it was William Henry Parker IV. He had Kyle's birthday, and
seemed small at birth. "Who's this?" Kyle asked, though he guessed
before he asked.


"That is you, also. That's your birth name. You were named after your
great-grandfather, who I was also named after, as my father before me. I
called you Billy. You mother didn't like the name and wanted to name you
Kyle, after her favorite uncle."


"So my real name is Billy?"


"No," said Parker, giving a sad, little sigh "No, you're Kyle. I lost
my Billy a very long time ago." The sadness broke through Parker's
genial visage.


Kyle and his father continued to go through the album, much of it was
empty. Kyle saw pictures of family members he didn't know existed. There
were pictures of his parents in college, where they had met. He had never
seen his mother look so young and happy. There were pictures of Parker
from when he was Kyle's age, and the similarities were unnerving; they
could've been twins.


Parker continued to remove items from the box, including Kyle's first
pair of shoes, an old teddy bear named Mr. Snuggles, and a few other
trinkets and toys. Parker's face lit up with each item presented. Once
the box was empty, he passed it over to Kyle, so he could take the items
home.


"I suppose we should address the elephant in the room," Parker said,
his demeanor changing from joy to business. He looked at Kyle and said,
"I suppose you want to know why I abused you." Kyle was taken aback,
but he nodded. Rick protested, but Parker held up his hand. "I believe
Kyle has the right to know the truth, or at least my side of things. I
respect and appreciate everything you're doing for our son, Rick, but I
believe the choice should be Kyle's, and Kyle's alone."


Kyle hated being put on the spot, but he needed to know. "Why did you?"


"I didn't," Parker said plainly.


"But you went to prison for molesting me?"


"Yes, I was."


"So you must have done it!" Kyle demanded.


"I did a lot of things, Kyle, but that was not one of them."


Rick interjected, "Your file is thick with charges. I've seen it with my
own eyes."


"That file," Parker replied, "is a copy of the original court filings.
What it doesn't reflect the appeals that overturned almost all the
charges, except for those relating to two victims: Kyle and one Emily
Ross."


"See!" Rick said triumphantly. "The higher courts said you did it."


"That's because my appeal is still active," Parker said, his tone never
wavering. "New evidence has come to light, so I'm waiting for my next
court date to present it. I believe I will have that conviction
overturned, as well. Which reminds me," Parker said, grabbing his
briefcase from his side. He opened the case and handed a thick envelope
to Rebecca. "Here's a copy of my brief. You'll find the relevant
motions, so take your time reviewing them."


Rebecca, looking perplexed, opened the packet and started to go through
them. Her eyes widened a little as she perused the forms.


"What is it?" Rick asked, almost demanded.


"They're custody papers," Parker replied. His cheerful demeanor
returned.


"I'll be damned if you think I'm going to give you custody," Rick
snapped.


Parker said, "I wouldn't expect you to, which is why I'm signing over
full custody of Kyle to you."


"What?!" Rick, Kyle and Antonio said.


"I want to make this as clear as I possibly can," Parker said. "Even
though I know that Kyle and Billy are the same person, it doesn't change
that Kyle is not my Billy. Rick, you have raised him since he was a
toddler, and you're the only father he has ever known. It would be
foolish of me to think that I could possibly have that relationship with
Kyle. It only makes sense that the best course of action is for you to
retain custody of Kyle, at least until Kyle is old enough to make that
choice for himself."


"What's the catch?" Rick asked.


"There really isn't a catch, per se. There are caveats and requirements
that will need to be in place, but so long as we come to an agreement, I
don't see why Kyle can't continue living with you."


"What are your demands?" Rick asked. He was very skeptical and his tone
didn't hide it.


"For starters, the paperwork can't be filed until after Ronda gives you
custody. If she ever found out about this meeting, she'd do everything in
her limited power to make sure that Kyle is taken from both of us." Rick
nodded his agreement. "Second, I want visits, similar to the ones
currently in place. I'm also wanting to revisit the visitation order upon
the disposition of my appeal." Rick agreed. He didn't really want to,
but he wanted to see what else Parker was offering, because it was
sounding too good to be true. "Third, I will continue to pay child
support as we discussed the other day. I think it's only right, given
that you're doing it all on your own. I will also add that if you need
something that the support can't cover, you're to contact me, and I'll
see what I can do."


"Why are you doing this?" Kyle asked.


"Because," Parker said, "You're our son, and it's your fathers' duties
to make sure you and your brother are taken care of."


"Leave Charlie out of this," Rick warned.


Parker laughed, "I don't expect to have a relationship with Charlie,
Rick. However, as someone who has been in Charlie's position, you have to
be careful. You don't want him resenting you or Kyle for the gifts and
benefits Kyle will receive from this arrangement. I want to make this as
smooth and painless as possible for everyone."


"Is there anything else?" Rick asked.


"Aside from technical, legal details and matters, that should cover the
basics." To Kyle, Parker said, "I know I'll never be your dad again,
and the best I can hope for is an acknowledgment that I'm your father.
So, you can just call me Will. I don't like being called Mr. Parker, and
I think it would be too weird."


"Okay," Kyle said. "Can I ask you another question...Will?"


"Absolutely, Kyle. You can always ask me anything."


"Why did you find me?"


"Because, I'm your father. You were my everything when you were born,
and you were what kept me going in prison. From the day I was arrested,
all I wanted to was see you again. I needed to know that you were safe,
taken care of and most importantly, loved. I'm very happy to see that
your mom and dad have taken very good care of you while I was gone.


"You have to understand that I never thought we'd be in this situation.
I always thought you, your mother and I would've moved to Boston or New
York, and sent you to private schools. I thought you'd have a sister by
now, as well. However, we can't always get what we want."


"Are you rich?"


Rick admonished Kyle for his rudeness, but Will only laughed. "No, I'm
not rich.  Your great-grandfather was rich.  Most of the family fortune
was squandered before you were born.  I own a small business that does
very well, with a few jobs on the side.  "


"What do you do for work?"


"I own a private computer security business. I make sure people can't
hack corporations and other businesses."


"Wow," Kyle said.


"Wow, indeed." Will looked at his watch and said, "Look at the time. I
believe our first visit is over. Rick, if you have time, I believe
Rebecca and I have arranged for Friday in two weeks."


"I'll need to check, but I think so."


"Excellent."


"Rebecca," Rick said, "Since Will has given me a large enough child
support payment, I can start paying you."


"Oh, there's no need for that," Will said dismissively. "My brief
requires me to pay all legal fees associated with Kyle's custody
arrangements. You don't have to pay a dime, and any expenses Rebecca has
incurred will be billed to me."


"I don't know what to say," Rick said. For the first time since the
meeting started, his tone was almost normal.


"You don't have to say anything. I'm doing what's best for our son. I'd
do anything to make sure he's safe and taken care of."


Rick only nodded. He and Kyle started to make their way towards the door.
"Rick!" Will called. Rick and Kyle turned to see Will walking towards
them with another box. "I know you said no gifts, but I couldn't help
myself." He handed the box over to Rick, who accepted it. "There's
something in there for Charlie and Ry as well. See you in two weeks."


Rick drove in relative silence. The visit was nothing like he expected,
and he could tell that Kyle thought the same thing. It unnerved him that
Will was being so nice, and he hoped that Rebecca was smart enough to
find any loopholes in the documents she was given.


When they pulled into the driveway, there was a loud crash. Kyle was the
first to jump out, and he ran towards the door. Rick got out and called
after his son. What he saw dropped him to his knees in near hysterical
laughter. Ry was tied to a chair, which appeared to have been tipped
over, and he was gagged. Sitting next to the restrained boy was Charlie,
who was applying his mother's make up to Ry's struggling face.


"What the hell, Charlie?" Kyle yelled, as he ran to Ry's rescue. Rick's
eyes teared up from laughing as he halfheartedly told off Charlie. Barely
managing to hold himself together, he helped Kyle untie Ry, who was
fuming. Apparently, Charlie had made a bet with Ry that Ry couldn't get
out of Charlie's knots. What Ry didn't know was that Charlie had learned
the double fisherman's knot (also known as the impossible knot) from
Rick's uncle. Ry lost the bet the second he sat in the chair. According
to Charlie, the loser had to wear make-up until Rick and Kyle returned.
Despite his bruised ego, Ry took it in stride once untied, but he did
insist that Charlie cheated, which Kyle let go to spare his friend.


Kyle's and Ry's new bed arrived just before dinner. Rick got the boys a
queen sized bed. Rick figured it was plenty big for the two of them and
Cody when he stayed the night. After it was put together, Rick gave a
valiant effort to keep all three boys from jumping on it but to little
effect.


At dinner, Kyle showed the others his photo album and told them the news
about Will not seeking custody. Ry, like Kyle and Rick, didn't understand
Will's motives and was suspicious; however, Charlie hugged Kyle and cried
tears of joy, which made the already hormonal older boy start to cry, as
well. After Charlie sat back down, Kyle remembered that Will had given
them presents.


Inside the box was the latest (and most expensive) video game system,
with four controllers and 10 games, one for every year Will missed in
Kyle's life. The boys begged Rick to install it. Rick did so, knowing
that there was no hope of finishing his meal until he did. He also made a
mental note to buy a second TV.


At bedtime, Kyle and Ry got naked and climbed into their new bed. Ry's
bruises still looked bad, but he said that pain was mostly gone. Ry
pulled Kyle into his arms, leaned in and kissed him. Not wanting to miss
the rare opportunity, Kyle kissed Ry back. This time, Ry gingerly slipped
his tongue into Kyle's welcoming mouth. Ry was rather awkward at it, but
Kyle knew that Ry had never French kissed anyone before.


Ry pulled his lips from Kyle's and kissed the boy's cheeks, making his
way to Kyle's neck. Kyle desperately wanted to grab Ry, but didn't dare
out of fear of hurting him. Ry kissed his way down Kyle's hairless chest
and stomach. Ry took hold of Kyle's hard cock, licked it and started to
suck on it. Kyle stiffened, trying not to cum too quickly. They hadn't
had sex since Ry's attack, and he didn't feel it was right to even jerk
off. Kyle, instead, focused on running his fingers through Ry's shaggy
hair. Unfortunately, Ry changed tactics and started to lick Kyle's head,
while still going down on him. Ry did the best he could, but he couldn't
swallow everything Kyle's cock shot out. With a face covered in cum, Ry
moved up and kissed Kyle again, this time he slipped his tongue and some
of Kyle's cum into the boy's mouth. They continued kissing like that
until they had swallowed Kyle's jizz.


Kyle repeated the act on Ry, who held out a little longer than Kyle. Ry
couldn't produce nearly as much as Kyle did, but it was enough for the
two to taste while kissing. They fell asleep, facing each other, lips
lovingly locked.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 38***