Date: Fri, 21 Jul 2023 01:00:00 -0700
From: John Henry <niftyjhenry1988@gmail.com>
Subject: Growing Up Ry Chapter 8 (Gay/Incest)

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Chapter 8


The city finally got around to clearing the streets, and Ry was able to
go to work. Charlie wasn't thrilled by the idea. Not only did that mean
he'd be entering rehab sooner than he'd like, it meant that he'd be stuck
at the house with his mother, who worked from home. Ry felt bad for his
baby brother, but given his time off, he was far behind at work and
couldn't take anymore time off.


"Please, call in sick!" Charlie begged that morning.


Ry held Charlie close and kissed the teen on the forehead. "You know I'd
love nothing more than to lay here with you all day, but my boss is
counting on me. It's a small, family owned business, and they can't
afford it. Besides, you'll be fine. It's not like Mom will be horrible to
you because I'm not here."


"I wouldn't count on that," Charlie muttered, as Ry got out of bed.


Ry grabbed a pair of boxers from his drawer and put them on. "She just
has an intense way of caring, is all. She means well, Charlie." He then
took some money out of his wallet and put it in Charlie's. "That's for
bus money only. Come by the restaurant at 2 o'clock. I'll buy you lunch
then take you to get new shoes."


Charlie just nodded his head and finished watching Ry get dressed. He was
sprouting a rather stiff boner and wanted to take care of it after Ry
left the room. They both silently agreed that sex was off the table for
their own reasons, but it didn't change how Charlie felt about his eldest
brother.


Ry left the room, guessing what Charlie was going to do, since he had
felt Charlie's now circumcised cock poking and dripping all over his own.
For his part, Ry was respecting Charlie and the situations the boy had
been in and didn't want to take advantage, but sleeping naked with
Charlie over the last few nights had given him a major case of blue balls
that masturbation wasn't curing.


"I'm going to be home late," Ry told Ronda in the kitchen.


"Okay, Sweetie," she said, handing him a cup of coffee. "Charlie ask
you to stay home?"


"Yes, but I told him no. I'm needed at the restaurant, and I'm counting
on both of you to get along and not fight. The last thing I want is to
come home to either the house being destroyed or Charlie having left. I
don't think I could take that again."


"I promise to be on my best behavior," Ronda said, giving Ry a hug.


"Good." Ry explained his plan for Charlie and shoes. He fought rolling
his eyes at the look of concern on her face. "I only gave him enough to
catch the bus, I swear. Could you watch Bethany during that time? We only
have the one car seat, and if you need it before I get home--"


"--Yes, I can gladly watch my granddaughter. It's still very weird
saying that, since I still think of you boys as little kids."


"But you're already so old," Ry joked. Ronda playfully slapped his
shoulder. They hugged one more time before Ry walked out the door.
Charlie had been bored and desperate to be away from his mother the day
before, so the boy spent a good hour shoveling the driveway and sidewalk.


Ry gave a small prayer that neither Charlie nor Ronda would be dead by
the time he got off work and pulled out of the driveway. The drive to
work was slow going. Despite the clearing of the roads and the sand that
was laid down, the roads were still slick and everyone took their time
getting around.


Ry pulled into the parking lot just before eight. He was an hour early
but wanted to get a start on his day to make up for the time off. Being
the first to arrive, he turned on the lights, started the ovens, grills
and fryers. He went to the office and got his paperwork and read the
shift notes for the day before. He was in the middle of prep when the
actual openers arrived.


The restaurant was usually open from six in the morning to about
midnight; however, the snow storm pushed everything back. Instead of
breakfast, they were going to open for lunch and get everything ready for
dinner. Ry barked orders to the kitchen staff and discussed the specials
with the head waitress, a woman named Maddy. They didn't always get along
but had respect for each other.


Marcus, the owner, came in around 10. He was a sweet yet easily high
strung individual. He acted as the manager and would often resolve
disputes between the front and back of the house. Maddy resented that Ry
was Marcus's second-in-command. Ry knew it was because of his age and
lack of work experience. He didn't really care. For him, what really
mattered was the quality of the food. It was Maddy's responsibility for
quality of service.


"Ryland, my boy, I'm glad you could come in," Marcus said, hugging Ry.
Marcus was an old world, elderly man nearing his 70th birthday.
"Christian did a good job yesterday, but he still lacks your skills."


"I'm really sorry I couldn't come in, Marcus. I wanted to but it
wouldn't be impractical."


"None sense," Marcus said, waiving away Ry's apology. "I wouldn't want
any of you risking yourselves for this job."


"Marcus," Maddy called out as she entered the kitchen. "We're down two
servers for lunch, but they said they'd be here for dinner."


"Can you manage with whom you have?"


"I could use another pair of hands if we get into a rush."


"Take Michael," Ry offered. "He knows the menu and he has a good
memory."


Maddy slightly scoffed. She had planned to take Michael, but she didn't
like it being Ry's idea.


"Is there something wrong with Michael, Maddy?" Marcus asked, choosing
not to ignore her passive aggression.


"Not at all, but I wasn't talking to Ry."


"You probably should, since it's his crew you're borrowing from. In any
event, Ry, Tabor was let go last night for stealing. You'll need to set
up some interviews for a new dishwasher."


"Yeah, I can do that." He wanted to hire Charlie but kids under 16
couldn't work in the state.


Lunch wasn't too busy. Michael only had to help a few times, which gave
Ry enough time to look through some resumes. None looked appealing. A
couple had food handling experience but never stuck around their jobs for
more than a few months. Ry wanted someone he could move up in the
business. Marcus had talked about opening a new restaurant, and Ry was
eager to get away from Maddy.


Charlie arrived early and waited at the counter. Ry had one of the
waitresses get his baby brother a Shirley Temple while he waited. Ry
called a few prospects he thought were the best options and arranged
interviews. He then asked Marcus for an extra hour for lunch, promising
to stay till close. Marcus, of course, agreed.


"Ready?" Ry asked, putting on his jacket.


"You really work here?" Charlie asked, amazed.


"Yeah, why?"


"I just never imagined you working in a restaurant. You seemed against
it years ago."


"Things change, Charlie; people change."


"I guess."


Their first stop was a shoe store. Even though Charlie's hygiene had
dramatically improved since coming home, the smell of his footwear had
not. It didn't take long to find shoes for Charlie. What took long was
Charlie's refusal to let Ry buy the various shoes his big brother
suggested.


"I don't need dress shoes, Ry," Charlie grumbled. "I don't even own a
suit."


"You never know when you'll need them," Ry insisted.


"And I don't need two pairs of tennis shoes, either."


"Again, you never know."


Charlie rolled his eyes. He conceded to the boots, since it was still
winter and more snow could fall before spring. Ry also bought Charlie a
pair of replacement socks, since the ones his brother was wearing were
soaked through due to the gaping holes on the sides and soles.


"Feel better?" Ry asked as they left the store.


"So much better," Charlie said, bouncing a little in the stiff leather
of his new boots. "Thank you, Ry."


"You're very much welcome." Ry put his arm around Charlie's shoulders
and gave him a quick hug. "So, where do you want to eat?"


"How about your restaurant?"


"No," Ry said, with just a hint of an attitude, which Charlie knew
wasn't directed at him.


"Why not? It seems rather silly to eat somewhere else when you work at a
restaurant."


Ry sighed. "I work at a diner, and I want to take you to a fancier place
than the one I work at."


"I don't need fancy," Charlie said, coming to a stop. He looked Ry in
the eye, admiring his brother's beautiful gray eyes. "As long as I'm
with you, I don't care where we go."


Ry's heart melted. He pulled Charlie into a proper hug and held his baby
brother, not giving a shit if anyone saw them. He pulled away and said,
"That's probably the sweetest thing you or anyone else has ever said to
me...but we're not eating at the diner."


"Damn," Charlie said, chuckling. "I still meant it, though."


"I know you did," Ry conceded, opening the car door for Charlie.


***Coming Soon, Chapter 9***