Date: Fri, 5 Jan 2024 02:00:00 -0700 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Ry Chapter 19 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at http://donate.nifty.org/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 18, with scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children, and sibilings. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you're a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading this. If you're not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 19 With Rick's signature, it made processing the guardianship paperwork faster. After explaining the situation to the court clerk, they were able to see a judge the next day for the hearing. Without any objections, the judge signed off. With Christmas a few days away and Ry's birthday the following week, the night before Charlie's admission into rehab, Ronda, Ry, Charlie, Joey and Bethany had a small going away party. Ry considered inviting the others, but he felt it might have been too soon for Charlie and Ronda; plus, there were still Charlie's objections regarding Bethany to consider. "Why can't I go next month?" Charlie complained for the hundredth time. "Again," Ronda said sternly, as she was losing her patience, "the sooner you get into rehab, the sooner you'll get out. And, the sooner you get out, the sooner you can get back into school, get your diploma and go to college like your brothers." "I'm not in college," Ry said. "Fine," Ronda conceded, "like Billy and Trevor." "What if I don't want to go to college?" Charlie asked. "What if I want to be a stay at home dad?" "Good luck finding a wife who'll let that happen," Ronda said with a chuckle, while the boys blushed heavily. She looked around the table and asked, "Have I missed something?" Charlie shared significant looks with Ry and Joey. He set down his fork, slowly finished chewing his pork chop and turned to properly look at his mother. "I don't think that'll be a problem...I just need to find a sugar daddy." Ry spit wine out of his nose, which caused Joey to laugh. Without missing a beat, Ronda replied, "Regardless of whose dick is being sucked, you still need a college education." Ry looked from Ronda to Charlie very unsure about what he was witnessing. Meanwhile, Joey was trying hard not to choke while laughing. Charlie looked irritated and said, "I just told you I'm gay, and you want to make a dick joke." "Charlie," Ronda said, also irritated, "My eldest born son is gay and is engaged to his current boyfriend. One of his ex-boyfriends, whom I've been living with since I got out of prison, is sitting across from me. At least once a week, another gay boy comes by for dinner. I think I was more shocked that you knocked a girl up, if I'm going to be honest here. I love you with all my heart, and I don't care if you're gay...but I do care if you get a college degree or not, okay?" Charlie got up and gave his mother a hug for the first time in a couple of years. Of course, Ronda gladly accepted and returned the hug. Ry couldn't help but get teary-eyed. Mother and son separated and went back to eating dinner. "There is something else I want to say, though," Ronda said, her tone sounding a lot more serious. "Charlie, if you're serious about finding yourself a sugar daddy, he better be good to Bethany, and you best have a damn good reason for breaking up with Ry." All three boys froze. Oh shit, they collectively thought. Ronda looked at Ry and said, "Don't even try to lie to me about it, Ryland. I'm not as ignorant as you all think I am. I've seen the looks and awkward moments between you and Charlie. I remember how concerned you were when he left and the look on your face when he came home. That wasn't just a sibling being worried. That was genuine, honest love. I'm not going to lie and say that I'm entirely happy with it, given the age difference, let alone Charlie's age, but Ry, I know you'd never do anything to hurt Charlie in a million years. In fact, I'm more worried that Charlie will hurt you, given how he's acted in the past." "I would never hurt Ry," Charlie insisted. "You did when you ran away," Ronda said, not at all happy with her son. "You hurt all of us, but you broke Ry's heart the most. You weren't here to see him looking out the windows every time he passed them, just in case you were walking by. You weren't here after he'd come home from wandering the streets looking for you. You weren't here to see the frightened look on his face every time the phone rang, in case it was the police saying they found you dead." Charlie was crying by that point. He felt so ashamed. He knew he had hurt Ry, but he never knew to what extent. He looked at his brother and said, "I'm so sorry, Ry." Ry got up and pulled Charlie into a hug. "It's okay. You're home now. That's all that really matters." He wanted to kiss Charlie, but he didn't want to push things with Ronda. The rest of the meal was very pleasant. Joey stayed the night, so he could see Charlie off to rehab. They watched some movies. Ronda went to bed early, putting down Bethany along the way. Charlie and Ry were curled up on the couch, with Joey sitting on the floor in front of them. After another movie, Ry decided it was time for everyone to go to bed, since they had to get up around six. Ry went up stairs first, and Charlie stayed behind making himself busy with couch cushions. Joey stood up and asked, "Are the blankets still in the hall closet?" Charlie replied, "I think so, why?" "Um, because it's like mid-December, and I'd like to not freeze if possible." "Oh," Charlie said, as if it had never crossed his mind. "Well, I suppose I could get you a blanket. Come on. I'll see if there's a better one in my room." Joey shrugged and followed Charlie upstairs. Joey made to turn into Bethany's nursery, but stopped once he saw Charlie walk into Ry's room, then he remembered that Ry and Charlie were sharing a room. Charlie stepped to the side as Joey entered, then closed the door behind them. "Okay," Joey said, feeling something not quite right was going on. "What's up?" Charlie slowly approached his friend and said softly, "It's my last night before I go away again." "Yeah?" Joey's heart was racing. "Well, I was hoping that...we could...pick up where we, you know, left off last time?" Joey's heart was beating faster. He gave Charlie a coy smile and said, "Yeah, I'd like that, but I thought Ry didn't want us messing around on his bed." "That won't be a problem." It was then that Ry walked into the room. Joey's eyes widened, afraid that he was going to be yelled at by the older man. Ry looked at Charlie and asked, "Have you asked him yet?" "Yes and no," Charlie replied. "I don't want to do it, unless you're okay with it," Joey said nervously. "Why wouldn't I be okay with it?" Ry asked. "I already told Charlie I was cool with it, as long as you were." "Oh," Joey replied, shocked. "Well, yeah, of course I'm okay with it. I just thought you didn't want us using your bed again." "Well, the couch is out of the question, in case Ronda wakes up. That would be a very awkward moment I don't want to have, you know?" "Yeah," Joey and Charlie said. Ry looked at his phone and said, "Better get started. I didn't realize how late it was." "We can make it quick if you want?" Joey offered. "There's no need to rush," Ry said, with a slight chuckle. "I mean it can't go all night. I still need to sleep, since I'm driving in the morning and going to work not too long after that." "I understand." Joey said. While the other two were talking, Charlie took off all of his clothes and sat on the end of the bed. Joey watched in shock as Charlie began to stroke himself despite Ry being in the room. "So, are we doing this or not?" "Yeah," Ry and Joey said at the same time. Joey's face spun towards Ry, who was removing his shirt. "Wait," Joey said, very confused. "What's going on?" Ry paused, as he was about to unzip his pants. He looked at Joey then at Charlie and said, "I thought you talked to him about this?" Charlie giggled and said, "I said, 'Yes and no.' Yes, I talked to him about me and him hooking up, but no, I didn't get to the part where you'd be joining us." He had to stifle a hard laugh at the look on Joey's face. "You--you--you mean a threesome?" Joey asked. "Joey," Ry said, unsure of how to proceed, "I can go sleep on the couch if it would make you feel more comfortable. I don't want you pressured into doing anything you're not ready for or into." Joey was so confused. He had never given any thought about having sex with Ry. Joey looked at Ry like a brother, especially since his actual brother died at a young age. Charlie stood and walked up to Joey. He leaned in and kissed his friend, who closed his eyes in response. They parted lips, and Charlie said, "We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with. I know this is a shock, but you're really the only other person I'd want to share Ry with. I understand if you'd rather not. No-one here will hold it against you." Joey leaned in and kissed Charlie passionately, running his hands up and down his friend's naked back and ass. "Can we just see how it goes?" Joey whispered. "However you want it," Charlie whispered back, kissing Joey once more. He gave Ry a covert thumbs up, which Ry took as a go. Ry watched as his baby brother and their friend made out. He removed his own clothing fully aware of his hard-on. Since his accident almost a decade prior, he had issues getting and maintaining an erection. Charlie was the one person who really turned him on, and seeing him naked and kissing Joey got Ry very hard indeed. As they kissed, Charlie began removing Joey's clothing. As he did so, he'd ask if it was okay. Charlie didn't want to do something Joey wasn't ready for, and after the experiences he had with Justin and others, Charlie felt it was better to be annoying and ask permission than just assume it was okay. Joey didn't mind giving consent with each request. It made him feel like he was in control and cared about. "Can I join?" Ry asked, as he stood to the side, completely naked. "Yes, please," Joey said, breathless. Charlie was a good size as six inches, but Ry's cock was a monster by comparison. Joey guessed it was around 10 inches and thick. He had only just started exploring anal sex as part of masturbation, and he wasn't sure he was ready to do it for real. Ry couldn't help but notice the scared look on Joey's face as he approached. "Hey," he said softly, gently taking Joey's face in his hands. "Nothing has to happen that you don't want, okay? I'm sure this is scary. I know I'm scared." "Really?" Joey asked. "Yeah, really. I've never done this either, especially with your guys a lot younger than me, so if I do anything you're not comfortable with, please say something. I won't be offended." "Okay," Joey said, believing Ry. "Can I kiss you?" Ry asked. Joey nodded his head, and Ry leaned in and tenderly touched his lips to Joey's. Joey almost melted at the soft, delicate touch. He felt his knees begin to shake, as the light kiss slowly grew more passionate. Before he knew it, Ry's tongue entered and lightly caressed his own. Joey had kissed a few boys before, but none, not even Charlie, could compete with Ry's skills. Charlie watched his brother and friend making out. He noted how methodical Ry's movements were, how much passion and emotion was being poured into the kiss, while not doing a whole lot in the process. In a way, he was rather jealous, but he reminded himself that he was only sharing his brother for the night. Once the pair broke apart, Charlie took hold of the very lost in thought Joey and moved him to the bed. "Can we have oral sex with you?" Charlie asked. "Yes," Joey said, breathlessly. "Can I also with you guys, too?" Both Barton brothers approved. Charlie laid Joey on his back, with his legs hanging off the end of the bed. Ry got on his knees between Joey's thighs and began to stroke the boy. He waited as Charlie climbed onto the bed and held his dick to Joey's drooling mouth. Joey lifted his head, opened his mouth fully, as Charlie teased then slid his cock into the boy's mouth. Ry kissed the circumcised head of Joey's dick before licking some of the precum from it. He slowly moistened the head with his tongue and soft lips, causing Joey to twitch at the sensations. The more Joey's penis got wet the lower Ry slid his mouth down Joey's shaft. Soon, Ry was deep throating Joey's seven inches, resting his stubbly chin on the 14-year-old's well trimmed scrotum. Charlie watched as Ry blew Joey. A part of him wished it had just been him and Ry, especially after Charlie said he wasn't ready for it just being the two of them. After Justin, Charlie found it extremely difficult to have intimate sex with anyone. He didn't consider himself aromantic. He wanted romance and intimacy, but Justin used those as tools to abuse Charlie, and he was having a hard time not associating the two. He wanted to have sex with Ry before going to rehab, to show Ry that he loved him, but knew he couldn't and not be emotionless. So, he came up with the idea of adding Joey to the mix. Charlie rationalized that, with Joey being part of it, he could focus on Joey when he felt uncomfortable, while giving something special to Ry. "Okay, my turn," Charlie said, as he pulled out of Joey's mouth. Ry removed himself from Joey, as the two teens switched places. Charlie sat down in front of Ry, leaned in and kissed his brother. Either years of loving each other finally came to a head in that warmest of embraces. As where the kiss with Joey was to help the boy relax, Ry took a different turn and gave into his most basic instincts. Love and lust were one, as the brothers clung to each other, tongues darting around as if they'd never have another opportunity again. Ry pulled Charlie off the bed and held him against his own naked flesh. "I love you so much," Ry said, as he stopped to breathe. "I love you, too," Charlie declared, himself just as breathless. Joey felt like a third wheel. As much as he might have wanted to, he knew in that moment that he would never be on their level. Charlie was his first love, though even back then, they knew it wasn't anything serious. They would always be friends with benefits at best. Charlie laid back, legs dangling from the bed. Joey got on his knees and held his dick against Charlie's lips, as Ry stroked his little brother's rock hard cock. "I love you, too, you know," Charlie said to Joey. "I know," Joey said, knowing that he'd never be able to compete with Ry. "I love you, as well." He pressed the head of cock into Charlie's mouth, hoping to get lost in the sensation, so he wouldn't have to think about what he couldn't have. Charlie nearly lost his load as Ry took him in. He had had many blow jobs in his life, but nothing could compare to what Ry was doing. Billy was a moron for letting him go, Charlie thought, as he tried to not shoot down Ry's throat. Ry wrapped his tongue around Charlie's cock and stroked it, while bobbing up and down the shaft, going balls deep. Ry had also taken some of his own precum, wet a finger and started to tease Charlie's hole, while rubbing the boy's taint with his other hand. Charlie put his legs over Ry's shoulders, while running a hand through his brother's hair. Charlie used his other hand to play with Joey's balls, while trying to deep throat his friend. Ry lifted his head off of Charlie's dick, looked at Joey and said, "How about you sixty-nine him for me." Joey repositioned himself on top of Charlie and began sucking Charlie. Ry lifted Charlie's legs and moved in. "Sweet Jesus," Charlie mumbled around the penis in his mouth, as Ry licked his asshole. His moans were stifled by Joey's buried phallus. Ry went to town, remembering the few times he ate pussy. Though he was bisexual, he liked eating Charlie out more. Ry looked up and gave Joey a little wink of encouragement, as Ry bore his tongue into Charlie. Charlie slid off of Joey's cock and said, "I'm gonna cum." Not wanting to miss out, Ry moved his mouth up to Charlie's cock, so he and Joey could work their magic. Their tongues battled for control of Charlie's orgasm, sliding around the shaft and making out on the head. "Fuck!" Charlie cried out, hoping his mother wasn't able to hear anything from across the hall. To Ry's great yet pleasant surprise, Charlie, like Billy, was a heavy cummer. Unfortunately, Joey wasn't at all prepared for the geyser of jizz that erupted all over his face and chest. Rope after rope after rope after rope after rope of cum shot from the teen's dick, as Charlie was lost in ecstasy. Ry got up, grabbed a towel and started to clean up Joey, who looked like an elephant with a sinus infection sneezed all over him. He could only chuckle as Joey sat on Charlie's face, with a mixed look of pleasure (at being eaten out) and disgust (at being covered in cum). Once the majority of Charlie's mess was cleaned off the boy, Ry asked, "Can I suck your dick while Charlie rims you?" "Yes," Joey panted, his hips and ass grinding on Charlie's face. Ry laid down on top of Charlie and began to blow Joey once more. It didn't take much longer for Joey to also cum, but it wasn't nothing compared to Charlie's. Ry swallowed every tasty drop Joey produced, before licking up some of Charlie's that he had missed earlier. Both tasted pretty good, but of course, Ry liked Charlie's more. Once Joey was able to catch his breath, he went to take a shower, leaving a very satisfied Charlie cuddling against Ry. "When Joey gets back, we can finish you off," Charlie offered his brother. "I'm good," Ry said, gently stroking Charlie's back. "What do you mean?" "It was fun, but I think I would've prefered it being just you and me. Don't get me wrong. I love Joey, but I could tell he wasn't as into it as you and I were, at least with each other. Joey and I just don't have that chemistry, you know?" "I guess," Charlie conceded. "I could get you off now if you want." "Again, I'm good. I don't need to get off. I just need you." Charlie felt like he could cry, but happy tears. He leaned up, kissed Ry once more then asked, "Who tastes better: me or Billy?" "Seriously?" Ry said, playfully pushing Charlie away. "You're lucky I love you." "I know...and I love you, too; more than you will ever know." ***Coming Soon, Chapter 20***