Date: Mon, 28 Oct 2019 19:20:09 +0000 (UTC) From: anthony scordato Subject: I didnt pee the bed part Seven gay male incest This story contains sexual situations between two bothers and other males. If you are under the age of 18 and are legally not allowed to read this story, or if material of this nature is offensive to you, then you should skip this story. The author claims the copyright to all parts of this story and no duplication or publication of this story is allowed except by the author. This is my second story for NIFTY. The first is in High School, Danny's First Love. Last posted on June 27th. I'm not a writer, but I thought I'd again try my hand at fiction. The seeds for this story were planted by an ex-lover. I'm a college graduate who majored in the hard science, did post-graduate work in medical research. English has always been my worst subject. So here goes. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think. Please donate to Nifty! I Didn't Pee The Bed, part seven By Anthony Scordato We walked down the main hall and exited the school. The social worker and I sat in the back of the police car. As we drove away, I said, "What happened to my mother?" All I could think about was Andrew, but I didn't know if I should mention him to them or not. I knew that soon he'd be waiting for me outside his school. "We'll talk about it when we get to the police station," the social worker said, "How long is this going to take?" "Let's talk when we get there." "What time is it?" She looked at me and said, "We picked up your brother this morning, so no need to worry about him." My arms began to tremble. I pulled them against me and stared out the car window. "Is my brother at the police station?" "No, he's at the hospital." "What?" "He's fine. After interviewing him this morning, we took him there for a physical exam. It's standard procedure for a child endangerment case." "Endangerment. He's not in danger. I've been taking care of him." "And you've been doing a great job considering." "I want to see my brother. He needs me. He gets scared." "We are almost at the police station now." We exited the car and walked into the station. I was escorted to a room with a desk and a mirror and chairs and left alone except for a police officer who stood and stared at me. When the social worker and police officer entered the room, I said, "I want a lawyer." "SonÉ" The police officer said. "I'm not your son. My name is Jason." They sat down opposite me. "Jason," the police officer said, "Your mother was found dead of an overdose." I just stared at them. The social worker said, "How long has it been since you seen her?" "I want to see my brother." They stared at me. "You're going to have to answer our questions before you see him." "I don't remember." The policeman said, "We found her two weeks ago. She had no ID on her, so it took a while to identify her and then a while to find out where she lived. This morning we went to your apartment. We made contact with the landlord and he told us of you and your brother. So, we know that you haven't seen her for at least two weeks." I just glared at him, but my insides were shaking. "Fine two weeks." "And you didn't think to call the police?" "It's happened before. Then she shows up." The social worker said, "Your brother said she comes by and leaves food and pays the bills." My teeth clenched. "I want to see him." The social worker said, "When was the last time you actually spoke to your mother?" "What difference does all this make now? She's dead. What are you going to do with us? And why can't I see Andrew?" "Jason, you're not in trouble," the policeman said. "But being truthful with us will help us help you." "Look," I said. "You're not going to help me. You're going to put us in some home someplace. So, just let me see my brother so that he'll be okay and put us wherever you're going to put us." "Your brother said that the two of you haven't actually seen your mother since Christmas." I sighed. I wondered why they needed all this information from me since they already had it from Andrew. "I guess. Yeah, Christmas." "And before then?" "Months." "So," the social worker said, "She actually doesn't live with you and your brother." "Right. And he and I were fine with that. We were doing fine." "Rice and hot dogs and catsup isn't fine, Jason." "We had other stuff." "Food she got from the food bank." "I don't know where she got it from, but we are just fine. We even had pizza last month." They glanced at each other. The social worker said, "Jason, for how long has this been going on?" "Years." I leaned forward and said, "I've been taking care of Andrew. He's doing fine. He has mostly A's in all his classes and so do I. There are a lot of kids that have parents and they're doing a lot worse than us." "That's true, Jason," she said. I hated that she kept using my name. "What's your name?" "Ms. Rolland." "Ms. Rolland. I want to see Andrew." "Jason," the policeman said. "Look, do you think I don't know who I am. Is there anyone else in this fucking room besides me that you are talking to? Stop saying Jason and take me to the hospital so I can see Andrew." "Jason," the social worker said. I glared at her. "Sorry. Ah, like I said, he's being given a complete physical as you will be give one later. Right now we need to gather facts so we can make recommendations about what will be best for the both or you." "Like you really care, Ms, Rolland. We both know exactly what's going to happen." "Do you have grandparents? Did your mother ever mention brothers of sisters?" I sighed. "If she had, don't you think I would have contacted them and asked for help, Ms. Rolland." The policeman said, "Drop the attitude, son." I glared at him and said, "Are you my father? I mean you could be. Anyone in this town could be. Should I call you Dad?" "Your mother never talked of relatives?" Rolland asked. "I've seen my mother about a dozen times in the past five years, Ms. Rolland. And we never talked. She beat on my brother and she beat on me." "You did the laundry, the shopping, the cooking?" "Yes, Ms. Rolland" "What if one of you got sick?" "Aspirin for fever and a lot of liquids. That's what they say on TV. And, Ms. Rolland, we don't get sick." She stared at me and shook her head. "JasonÉ" "Ms. Rolland." She smiled. "I'm absolute amazed at how well you did. You are quite a resourceful young man. Your brother was lucky to have you care for him under these circumstances." "Was? What do you mean was? I'm still going to take care of him. You better not even be thinking of separating us. I want to see him." Ms. Rolland received a call. She and the policeman left the room. They returned. The policeman said, "We are going to take you to the hospital." "To see my brother?" "You'll need a physical before we can place you," Ms. Rolland said. "Ms. Rolland, will I then be able to see my brother?" "We first have to have you seen by a doctor before we can make any decisions." I thought about refusing, but I imagined that would lead to dire consequences, like not seeing Andrew. I followed them to the car. At the hospital I was told to undress completely and put on a gown. A male young doctor and a female nurse entered the room. "Andrew, I'm Dr. Freeman and this Nurse Carlin. So, we are going to do a complete physical as mandated by the state of California." I sighed. He started at my head Ð eyes, ears, nose, throat, etc. He listened to my lungs and heart. "Can you drop the front of the gown? I want to check your back and chest." He looked over my chest, back and arms. "Okay, I'm going to ask you to stand without the gown on. I can ask Nurse Carlin to turn if you feel uncomfortableÉ" "I don't care," I said and stood naked. He had me turn my head and cough. Then he tugged at my penis. "I'm checking for discharge. And there is none. Jason do you know how to check yourself for testicular cancer?" "Cancer? No." "Okay. Try to watch what I am doing." He took hold of my scrotum and ran his fingers over each of my testicles. "Everything looks fine. Okay, Jason, take one of your testicles and feel it." I did. "You see how there are no nodules or growths or bump. It's smooth." "Yes." "Well, if you ever feel anything you should tell someone." He said to the nurse. "He looks to be well developed and normal." He said to me, "We'll do a complete blood work up checking for STDs." "You won't find any." "I'm sure you're right, but we have to check. Get back up on the table." I reached for my gown. "Not yet," he said. "Now lay on your right side and pull your left knee toward your chest. I'm going to check for hemorrhoids and your prostate." I felt him smear something on my butt. "Okay, this may feel a bit uncomfortable," he said as he slipped his finger into my ass. He poked around and then withdrew his glove-covered finger. "Okay, you can sit up and put your gown on." I did as he said. "Did you examine my brother?" He sat and then looked up at me. "Yes, I did. But I can't tell you anything." "He's here?" "Sorry, Andrew. That's out of my hands. I really don't know where he is. But I do have some questions for you." "What?" "Are you sexually active?" I stared at him. "Yes." "And is that with a boy or a girl?" I sighed. "Why is this important?" "I have to ask." "Boy." "Do you consider yourself bisexual or gay?" "Gay." "The sex you had. Does it include you being anally penetrated? "Yes." He glanced up from his notes. "How many partners have you had?" I felt my face warm. "One." "Older, younger?" "My age. Friend, just messing around. He says he's bisexual and don't ask me who he is. I won't say." "No, I'm not interested in who he is." "So, a boy your age. A best friend." "Yes." "Anyone else?" "No." "Was this sex protected? Was there an exchange of fluids?" "We kissed." "What I mean is was there an exchange of seminal fluid?" "Yes." He put down his pen and gave me a lecture on safe sex. I said, "He had never been sexual with anyone else, neither had I." "I understand. But you're going to be put into the foster care system and there will be boys your age that you will associate with. Boys you don't know." "I understand. It won't happen again." He nodded. "Okay, you can dress and Nurse Carlin will be back to take a blood sample." He stood and put out his hand. "Jason, thank you for being so cooperative and honest. I hope all goes well for you and your brother." I dressed. Nurse Carlin took blood. They took me to a room where I waited for over an hour. Then the policeman and Ms. Rolland entered the room. Ms. Rolland said, "We talked to the doctor and he said you're in good health. Your blood work shows that you are negative for all STD's." "When do I see my brother?" "He said that you identify as gay. Is that right?" I stared at her. I thought about not answering any more questions, but I was sure they'd not let me see Andrew if I did. "Right." "Do you know that your brother says he is gay?" "Yes, he told me recently." "Told you?" "Yes, told me." Here was my rehearsed lie. "So, he was all nervous and when he gets like that, well, I know something is up. So, I asked him what was going on. He said he was worried that I'd be angry at him or hate him. I asked him if he could remember me ever being angry at him. He said, `No, but this is different'. I told him I'd never hate him. Finally, he told me that he and a friend of his had had sex and that his friend was a boy and that he thought he was gay." Ms. Rolland said, "And you told him you were also." "Yes. I wanted him to know that I didn't care and that I understood why he as scared to tell me." She nodded. "Who was the boy?" "I'm not telling you that." "Is he older or younger?" "Neither. He's Andrew's age. Well, a few months older." "And you've been active?" "That's what I told the doctor and I'm not going to tell you who he is?" "Is it the same boy?" "No. Absolutely not." The policeman said, "We searched your apartment andÉ" "My apartment?" "Your mother's apartment. We found urine stains on the mattress." "Andrew, when he gets stressed, pees the bed. He probably will tonight." "How old is the mattress?" "It's been there since I can remember." He stared at me. "We found semen stains, do you know what semen is?" "Cum, jizz, cock juice." "Yes. We found semen stains on the sheets." "I'm sure you did." "You boys slept in the same bed?" "Since I can remember." "How did those stains get there?" I stared at him and then looked at Ms. Rolland. "Jerking off. It's what teen boys do. You're not going to tell me that you didn't do the same thing when you were my age." I noticed Rolland glance at the policeman. "Yes, okay. But I'm not sure I get the complete picture." "When I started jerking off I did it in the bathroom with the door locked. But Andrew goes into a panic if he can't be around me. He was afraid the cops would break in, people like the two of you, and take him away, which is exactly what you did, while I was locked in the bathroom. So, no locks. So, I'd be in there beating my meat and he'd walk in. I had to explain what I was doing. He started beating his meat. SoÉ" I knew I had to be careful here. "We'd turn off the lights in the bedroom at night, put a pillow between us and jerk off." "Did you boys ever do anything else?" "Homework, cook dinner, make lunch, wash sheets andÉ" "I mean anything else sexual." "Yes, I told you. I had sex with a friend and so did he." "With each other?" I stared at him. "No." The interview continued. They wanted to know about Andrew wetting the bed. I told him about my mother beating him and me when I tried to stop the beating. I explained that Andrew was constantly dealing with his fear of the dark, of being taken away and my mother. They kept coming back to questions about sex. Finally, I said that I would no longer answer questions and wanted to see Andrew. Ms. Rolland said, "We've decided that for the time being that the two of you spend time away from each other." "No. Don't do that," I demanded. "Andrew is already on his way to a foster home." I stood and tried to leave. The policeman grabbed me. "Take your hands off me." "Sit down, Jason. I know you're upset butÉ" "Am I under arrest?" "No, but social services has placed you in the system and you are now under our supervision. You are not going to be allowed to leave." "Well then you'd better lock me up, because as soon as I get a chance, I'm leaving." And that's what they did. They took me back to the police station and put me in a locked cell. I heard Ms. Rolland say to a guard, "Under no circumstances is he allowed to leave and under no circumstances are you to place another person in that cell. He is not a criminal. He is not under arrest. He is on hold for me until I can get him settled." "Yes, Ms." "I've had this put into writing and you are going to sign it." I paced the cell for hours, my arms wrapped around me. My insides began to shake almost violently. Then my arms began to shake. I felt like I couldn't breath. My heart started pounding. I broke out into a complete sweat. I lay on the floor and curled up into a ball. I heard the cell door open. I felt a hand on me. "Jason, are you okay?" I pulled my knees closer to my chest and began rocking. "Jason. Jason, what's wrong?" I moaned. "Some one get in here. There's something wrong with him." I was strapped to a gurney and put in the back of an ambulance. The EMT put an oxygen mask over my face. A policeman sat beside me. He asked, "What's wrong with him?" "My guess is that he's having a panic attack, but we'll know more when we get to the hospital." And that was what they decided at the hospital. I was put into a bed and sedated. When I woke, Ms. Rolland was seated bedside. She said, "I'm so sorry, Jason. You've had a lot to deal with in the last twenty-four hours. We should have been more sensitive to your mental health. I think we saw you adult-like because you basically raised your brother. You are the only parent that boys knows and you've not known one." "How is Andrew?" "He's struggling, but you have to trust me that for now, this is the best for both of you. It's going to be tough for a while, but this will be for the best." "Will I ever see him again?" "Of course. But for now, this is for the best." I spent the rest of the day being guarded while in a hospital bed. The next morning, Ms. Rolland and the policeman escorted me to a group home in Berkeley, California. When we arrived, Ms. Rolland said, "This is called, `Corbin House'. It's a wonderful place. I really worked hard to find you the best placement I could find. It is privately funded. Each boy has his own room. You will be tested to find out where you scholastically. If you are behind in any subject, they will get you a tutor. There is a very good high school nearby. It is associated with the University of California, Berkeley. Most of the boys who are here are headed there." I looked out the window of the car and stared at the building. I sighed. "I know this is tough. Also, this is a placement that is gay friendly." I glanced at her. "Some of these group homes are not a good place for gay boys. No one will give you trouble here. Not all the boys here are gay. But no type of bullying or harassment will be tolerated." I exhaled loudly. "Jason, I'm sorry for what you've had to go through. I've done my best." I nodded. I glanced at her and said, "I was almost out of money. A few more days and we would have been out of food and we couldn't pay rent for April. I knew something was going to have to happen." Tears sat in my eyes. "I hoped that we could stay together. I really miss him and I know he misses me." "He misses you terribly. But the people he is with are wonderful and will help him through this." "Is he in a home like this?" "No. He is with a husband and wife. They have a very nice home on several acres of land. They keep horses. They have adult children, so they've raised boys before. They're very loving people." I nodded. Tears fell. "He'll have a mom and dad." "Yes." "They won't be angry that he is gay?" "Absolutely not. I made sure of that." I started sobbing. "I really want him to be happy. I tried. I really did my best." "You did well, under the circumstances." She walked me into the group home. I was introduced to Mr. Paul Maxwell. He looked to be in his late twenties, almost six feet tall, and attractive. He put out his hand, "Hi Jason, I'm Paul Maxwell. I'll be your counselor, the person who will be responsible for your well being while you are here." I shook his hand. "Hi."