Date: Fri, 7 Apr 2023 00:00:00 -0800 From: John Henry Subject: Growing Up Ry Chapter 2 (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 2 "The baby is alive," Ronda declared, tears streaming down her face. "Thank God," Ry said. He moved to Charlie's side and opened his brother's eyes. His pupils were dilated. Fuck, he swore in his head. Not wanting to stress Ronda out anymore than she was, Ry half-pulled/half-carried Charlie up the stairs. Charlie didn't weigh very much. Ry assumed it was the drugs keeping the 14-year-old thin, remembering how his own birth mother looked while hooked on heroin and cocaine. "What have you done?" He muttered bringing Charlie into his room and over to the bed. Ry checked his brother's pockets and found Charlie's paraphernalia. He knew Charlie would be pissed, but Ry flushed the drugs and hid everything else, until he could find a way to get rid of it after the storm. He removed all of Charlie's clothing and put the boy under the blankets. Ry rolled Charlie on his side and put a garbage can nearby, just in case Charlie threw up. Once the boy was settled, Ry went back downstairs. Ronda was in the kitchen cleaning a half-dozen baby bottles with one hand, while holding the baby in the other. The contents of a diaper bag were scattered on the table. Ry saw an assortment of baby items, including formula, dirty clothes, a blanket and a few documents. Before Ry could grab the birth certificate, Ronda said, "It says Charlie is the father." Both of their hearts sank. "Can we even be sure of that? He's only 14." Ronda gave Ry a look conveying her annoyance. "I know you don't want it to be true, but there's no point falling into wishful thinking. She looks just like him when he was her age." "She?" "Yep," Ronda said with a sigh. "He's got a baby girl." Ry looked over the certificate. His niece didn't have a name and was about a week old, and the mother was listed as Samantha Armstrong and gave her birthday, making her 19. Ry shook his head and rummaged through the rest of the paperwork. Samantha's I.D., birth certificate, social security card and public assistance paperwork were among the documents, but it was her death certificate that brought him shock. It said that she died from complications of the birth, with the possibility that her drug history was a factor. "What are we going to do?" Ry asked, passively, knowing the answer before speaking. "First, he's going into rehab," Ronda replied. "I know he's high. I saw his eyes, too. Then, he's getting a DNA test. If he's the father, we'll have to sort out custody of him and the baby. If he's not the father, we'll have to find her grandparents or next of kin and go from there." "Does he need to go right away?" Ry asked, almost too desperately. "He's been gone for over a year." "I know you miss him, as have I, but he can't be the father this baby needs while he's actively using." "I guess not." Ry helped finish the bottles, said good night and took a cup of hot tea up to his brother. Charlie was still on his side, snoring. Ry couldn't help but smile, as he set down the mug. He went to the bathroom and got the things he needed to give Charlie a sponge bath. It was too late to have clean sheets for the night, but he wasn't about to sleep next to his brother while Charlie smelled. Ry pulled back the blankets and got to work. The last time he had seen Charlie naked, the boy was barely starting puberty. Charlie had been excited about being able to finally cum. He demanded that Ry check out his boner which made Ry feel awkward. There were so many secrets within their family, and Ry was having a hard time dealing with what he knew. It made everything he felt for Charlie that much more difficult, but he couldn't bring himself to tell the teen. Instead, he slowly distanced himself physically and sexually. Eventually, Charlie began to notice, which led to fights and hard feelings. Charlie started abusing sleeping pills again and getting drunk. The fighting got worse and worse, as Charlie took to running away. He wasn't gone for very long, often just a weekend at his best friend's, Joey Bell. Then came the day he tried stealing Rick's truck. Everyone was fighting and nobody noticed that Charlie vanished till it was too late. Ry teared up seeing the track marks on Charlie's arms. He never wanted this for his brother. Charlie had been through so much in his short time on Earth. Not only had Charlie witnessed a suicide, he had also been kidnapped and brutally, sexual assaulted, all before the boy had turned 11. Ry couldn't blame Charlie for turning to drugs. His kidnapper had gotten Charlie hooked on sleeping pills, which lead to other drugs and intoxicants. Ry and their brother, Billy, along with their mother, tried getting Charlie help, but Charlie just bucked every attempt at rehab or counseling. Ry made his way from head to foot. Charlie was warming up, and Ry couldn't see any signs of frostbite. Between rinses of the washcloth, he forced Charlie to drink the tea, knowing the warm liquid and caffeine would help prevent hypothermia. When Ry got to Charlie's genitals, he closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Charlie was circumcised. The last time Ry had seen his brother's penis, the boy still had foreskin. By the looks of the scarring, it was a rough job, and Ry suspected it was self-inflicted. He couldn't figure out why the boy would get his foreskin cut off. Ry did his best to clean Charlie's groin without risking waking him. The water was a dark gray by the end, but Charlie was clean and looking peaceful. Ry covered his brother back up and put everything away. He went back downstairs and found Ronda burping the baby. "I think Charlie will be okay," Ry declared. "He feels warm and is snoring like crazy." "He's always been a fighter," Ronda said. "We'll need to get a crib and other supplies tomorrow. I called Trevor for a ride." "Are you sure that's the smartest move?" "He's got a truck with 4-wheel drive, so he's the only option at this point, and we can't put off getting her more formula, diapers and other necessities." "I was more concerned with him telling Billy and Rick, actually." They shared a knowing look. Although Ronda didn't know the full extent of their falling out, she knew that Ry and Charlie had issues with her ex-husband and their brother, which started after Billy's father's death. She hated her ex-husbands, but she did at least try to get the boys to remain on good terms. "I think they have the right to know that Charlie is home and safe. As far as the baby goes, I did ask Trevor to keep it to himself until the paternity test came back. I think Billy could handle the news, but you know how Rick is." "Yeah," Ry relented, "I do." Shortly after their conversation, Ronda said that she'd watch the baby over night, so he and Charlie could get some sleep. "I think you'll have the harder job," she said, hugging him. Ry briefly questioned his sleeping arrangements. He contemplated sleeping on the couch or in Charlie's old room, but ultimately, he decided that he had to sleep with Charlie. He couldn't risk Charlie rolling on his back and potentially choking on his vomit. He closed the door and stripped naked. Ry justified the act in his head, believing he had to keep Charlie warm through skin-to-skin contact. However, he acknowledged that he wanted to feel Charlie's naked body against his own. Ry wasn't interested in other men or women, despite being bisexual. He considered himself demisexual, requiring an emotional connection for his attraction, and the only person he felt that way towards was the 14-year-old he pulled into his arms. Ry kissed Charlie's bare shoulder and whispered, "Good night, my love," before turning the light off. *** Ry woke up from the blinding, white light of the Sun reflecting off of the snow outside. He looked down and smiled. Charlie had curled around him, resting his head on Ry's bare chest. Ry slowly stroked his brother's hair, remembering the many nights, when Charlie was a little kid, he held his baby brother. Charlie stirred under Ry's gentle touch. He hugged his brother then slid his hand down Ry's body, under the blankets to stretch and stopped once he felt Ry's penis. He removed his hand and looked up at his brother. "Did I do anything to you?" Charlie became aware that he, too, was naked. "No," Ry said, kissing Charlie's head. "You were pretty fucked up." Charlie rolled away and said, "Sorry." Ry pulled his brother back into his arms and said, "I'm just glad you're alive and home." Charlie turned his head and looked deep into Ry's hazel eyes. He missed looking into them. Ever since he was in kindergarten, Charlie had found comfort and love in them. "I've missed you," Charlie whispered. "I've missed you so much," Ry replied in kind. Each brother leaned in, closing their eyes just as a baby cried out from somewhere beyond their intimate space. "Fuck," Charlie said, moving away from Ry. "I wish she'd stop crying." "Yeah," Ry said, shifting his hard on as he rolled onto his back. "We need to have a serious talk about that." Charlie didn't respond as he took around for something to wear. *** Charlie went down stairs in a pair of Ry's gym shorts and a t-shirt. He slowed his pace as he saw his mother on the couch. He heard that she had moved in, but Charlie hadn't set eyes on his estranged parent in over a year. The last conversation they had had, Ronda demanded that Charlie get into rehab for his pill addiction. "Morning," He said, making his way toward her. "Morning, Charlie. Did you sleep well?" "Yeah, I guess." In fact, he hadn't slept that good in a long, long time. He fought thinking of Ry's naked body, fearful that he'd get hard in front of his mother, which was made worse by the fact that he was free-balling. Charlie reached out to take his daughter; however, Ronda pulled the baby away from him. "What the fuck, Mom?" "Watch your language," Ronda rebuked. "You're not old enough to swear under this roof." "For starters," Charlie snapped, "it isn't your roof. The house technically belongs to Ry, and I lived here long before you did, and second, you don't get to pull my kid away from me, so hand her over, now." Charlie put heat on the last word, making it clear that he wasn't in the mood to deal with her or her attitude. Ronda opened her mouth to counter what she felt was the most base form of disrespect when a calm voice called out from the kitchen. "Ronda, you legally can't keep Charlie from his daughter." Charlie looked around and smiled, as he saw Trevor walk into the living room. Charlie walked over quickly and hugged his friend, who returned the gesture. "It's been too long," Trevor said. "Billy and Rick will be glad to hear that you're alive, though I don't know how they'll feel about being an uncle and grandfather, respectively." "I'd rather you not tell them," Charlie said, his smile faltering. "I honestly don't think it's any of their business." "That's up to you, but I disagree. As of right now, Billy technically has a claim of custody on you." "'Technically', my ass. He only has guardianship over Dad, who has custody of me. Billy has dick when it comes to anything I do." Trevor just shrugged. He was never one to argue once he's said his peace. Trevor walked over and handed the bottle he had prepared to Ronda, who still looked defiantly at his youngest child. Of her two birth children, Charlie was the most like her: stubborn as hell. Ry came downstairs shortly after and looked upon the tense scene. A part of him wanted to make a wisecrack about how good it was to have the family back together, but thought better of it. Instead, he sat down on the love seat that sat where Rick's chair had once been. Charlie sat next to him, while Trevor took a seat next to Ronda. "What's the plan?" Ry asked, hoping to change whatever subject was causing the bitter silence. Ronda went down a list of essentials for the baby, including a crib, stroller and a car seat. Charlie didn't bother protesting. He hadn't had the time nor money to get any of those times. Sammy had appointments and vouchers for a lot of what his mother named, but Charlie couldn't risk going to DHS after what happened at the hospital. "How is she?" Charlie asked his mother. "She's fine. Thanks for finally asking," Ronda replied, unable to hide her displeasure. "Does your daughter have a name?" Trevor asked. "No," Charlie replied, dropping his head, the shame on his face was evident. "Her mother couldn't make up her mind, and I've been too busy to think of one." "She'll need a name sooner than later," Ronda said. She got up and handed the baby over to Ry, intentionally missing Charlie's outstretched arms. "You also need to get and stay sober. You killed what childhood you had by becoming a single, teen parent." Charlie began to cry. It wasn't entirely his fault that he was in the mess he was in. He didn't know Sammy had used before going into labor; in fact, he was certain they had remained sober the entire time they knew she was pregnant. Ry put his arm around Charlie after shifting his niece. "I don't think now is a good time to have the 'tough love' conversation. The mother of his child is dead, and he and his daughter could've died last night." "No, I suppose not," Ronda relented, feeling her own shame. "Is there anything you need while we're out, Charlie?" "I lost everything last night," Charlie replied, clearing his face. "We'll see what we can do," Trevor said. He did his best to take Charlie's measurements. Once Trevor and Ronda left, Charlie seemed to relax. Ry handed the baby over to his brother and watched as Charlie rocked the infant to sleep. "How about Bethany?" Ry blurted. Charlie looked at him confused. "For a name, I mean." "Yeah, I suppose that works," Charlie said. "Did you make it up or something?" "It was my sister's name, actually." Charlie looked sadly at Ry. His big brother rarely talked about his life before being adopted. "Yeah, we can name her Bethany." Charlie leaned in and kissed Ry on the cheek. Ry put his arm around Charlie's shoulder. He had the briefest memory of a dream and didn't feel as sad. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 3***