Date: Sun, 18 Sep 2011 03:41:25 -0400 From: Mr.Five Mr.Five Subject: The Marvelous Fortunate: Origin Story Issue #1 Author Notice: The characters and worlds involved in this story are fictional, but belong to me as they are part of my continuity. I reserve them under my own creative copyright 2011. This story contains sex, drugs, violence and all that good stuff, be warned this may disturb sensitive readers. It also includes incest and same sex sexual intercourse so please be advised of this if you still choose to read this story. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I saw my life flash before my eyes; painful as the pain in my side got I endured. There were a dozen of images flipping back and forth rocking before my eyes, finally withdrawing the willpower I had left I gave into the pain and let it cruelly put me down. In that state I could've sworn that all my troubles were behind me, but like the terror of dying and that lingering unknown horizon I was scared to let go that final line of my life. Awaking I found myself in the hospital, it was in the middle of the night and I had no one with me, I sighed deeply as I swallowed hard against the dryness in my mouth. Looking around I saw I was in a two person hospital room, no one was in the empty bed beside me, and there was no one in my room. Moving my arm I searched for a button that usual called the nurse, I haven't been in the hospital since I had my tonsils removed. I was such a little brat back then; I kept on clicking pressing the nurse's buttons literally. My parents let me know that behaviour was not tolerated in their home, not through spanking but through very choice words. They apologized later having said some things that made me really look at myself but I don't regret it, it made me a better person for it. I am 23 now but when I was 8 and younger I was a little terror, I wasn't the worse kid but I could've been taught my `please and thank-you's'. I was blonde haired little kid with a little tummy my mom would tease when she would talk about my youth. If you saw what I looked like now you've would never believe it, I was 195lbs, about 6'2" with a build that would shame my high school football team. Lean body, with trim muscles, I never exercised or played sports I usually just sat around the library at school reading. That really pissed off the school football couch who found my body a waste just sitting around learning. Of course he didn't value football over education but how he tried to recruit me made it seem like it, getting the team to talk to me and try and befriend me, offering me a college recommendation. I just didn't like football or any sports so I passed flatly, besides I like reading my science fiction books about aliens, spacemen, and when no one was looking my super hero comics. It was then sitting in that library 16 years old while looking at a half-naked super human saving two good looking police officers that I had a hard-on every time I read them. After talking with my school councillor who I found to be a very unorthodox but responsible school official that I was a homosexual, I knew about homosexuality before I just wasn't interested in sex much. I was glad to find out I was normal in the category of sex compared to my peers I just liked men instead of women in a sexual way. The councillor suggested I go to a gay youth group if I wanted to meet others who were gay; I turned it down not wanting to really hook up with anyone or socialize beyond the group I role play with. During breaks between classes I was a sight for the jocks and good looking kids, the most physically fit guy in school whose blonde hair is turning a wonderful deep gold, and from the love notes I collected almost daily from my locker `the most absorbing green eyes'. I looked like a college kid because of my manly build and mature attitude and there I was sitting with `nerds' playing what most at the school called `kids games'. We would sit there every Wednesday and Thursday me and the other three members of the `Omega Sector Federation' which was our groups name playing roleplaying games and trading card games. I graduated high school with an average grade so I wasn't going to college without some money; my dad owned a company and was looking for one of his kids to work with him. So being the oldest with no aspirations of higher educations I took the job of supervisor, for the last five years since I started working for my dad I have been living a boring life. Work, home, sleep basically without my video games and comic books I'd die from boredom. I still lived at home living in the basement of my parents' house having completely grown into the man I was then. My hair became black, my muscle tone got harder and more defined. Although my parents couldn't brag about me to their friends or relatives about my educational values or promising work ethic they could and would always say `he's got the family looks'. Which kind of put undue stress on my younger sister and younger brother, there weren't ugly but they were more pressured to succeed beyond my own young adulthood still living at home lifestyle. My brother was 15 years old and the palest, skinniest brother anyone ever had, I cannot even remember his original hair color because he dyed it so many times and those black depressing clothes were disturbing. Lonnie was one of those `Emo' or `Goth' kids I read about on fan fiction sites, a life style I didn't approve of but it wasn't my place to judge as long as he doesn't start cutting his wrists. Beyond his pale depressing out looking appearance he is very sociable and has friends over almost every single day, and does great in school. Although my parents don't like his hobby of illustration and his aspiration to being a freelance artist, but it's his life and they support his dreams and will help him when he falls flat on his face when chasing them. Angela of course is the real hope for the family for promise of praise and recognition, being the middle child she received the blunt end of our parents expectation. Being 18 years old and the classic blond haired blue eye daughter your parents wish they had who excelled in sports, extracurricular activities, charities, education and whatever you can think of she can do better than me and you. The brain tank of the family who plans on getting her PHD and maybe into politics, I'd say she had a good shot of being president one day for her wonderful personality. Mom and dad loved us all but like all families they have their favourites. Moms favourites his little Lonnie being the baby of the family she couldn't help but be extra motherly to him. My dad's favourite is his Angela daddies little angel. I am not cynical or angry for this, I noticed it but beyond that I recognize their human faults and accept it, after all they accepted me for being `gay' and if they accept me and love me even then I can do the same back. Besides I know their proud and love their first born, hell they named me after dad Derrick Junior, they haven't taken it back so I assume I lived up to their minimal of expectations. Even though I live at home, I am a great help around the house, I do all the grocery shopping and paying, I don't cost much, and I am a promising vice president in the waiting at my dad's boxing company. Even though my dad makes some of the best packaging boxes this side of the worlds he is getting older and I may be the one to take on the family business. Remembering those days up to that fateful day that caused me to end up in that hospital room made me aware I was lying there wide awake remembering my life. It was a pleasant distraction but I needed some answers, clicking the button I heard immediately after a loud peeping noise. "Hello mister Feenstra, are you awake"? I couldn't speak right away but after swallowing hard I was able to say with a cracked throat, "yes can I please have a glass of water and know what happened". I knew what happened to me before I got to the hospital I just needed to know the particulars, after all considering how I ended up there anyone would be curious about the who, what, where and why. The nurse came in with water in a plastic cup; I took it anxiously from her hand feeling suddenly parched. She looked at me surprised that I was able to move so quickly, I kind of surprised myself at how quick I've become. I was fast before but now, it seemed almost unreal how I darted up into a sitting position snatched the water while she was three steps away to where I was laying down, then laid my head back and downed the cup. Placing the cup on the tray next to the bed all in half a second she couldn't believe her eyes. I guess she ruled it out as just staying up a little later working overtime as she rubbed her eyes wearily and looked at my chart. "I must say I'm surprised mister Feenstra. After what you've been through I would expect you barely able to breathe let alone sit up to take a glass of water". The nurse spoke in a very polite and cheerful tone with no sign of sarcasm the kind of voice that always brings a smile to my face. "Well considering what happened to me Miss I was a little surprised myself, mind if I know how come I'm not... in intensive care right now"? That question made the nurse looked puzzled at the chart as she looked through it carefully. "I don't know what to tell you darling, after the explosion you were the only survivor even though you were inches away from the blast with no cover and not even a scratch on you. Oh but don't worry we checked you over and you're fine. I'm surprised the media hadn't picked up on this news but since the bombing throughout the city I guess they think you surviving a dead on blast is unimportant". I was relieved but still confused as to how I survived and unharmed. The nurse told me I could call home on their phone and I can have them visit me tomorrow. Then if nothing is wrong with me I can leave the day after tomorrow. So she set up the phone for me I called home got the expected tears and praise to god that I'm alive and after over an hour of talking to my family individually the nurse came in and urged I get some more sleep. The nurse had to scold my mom for keeping me on the line but I finally was able to get some sleep. I spent some time thinking back to early that day, I was off of work for lunch and as I went into the bank to withdraw money because I was going to go to my favourite food stand but they only accept cash. There a group of thugs broke up they shot a couple of people and then things got a little hazy they looked at me and I saw they were firing around me so I dashed forward unaware that I was charging head first into gunfire. I punched one guy out and proceeded to beat the others up; it seemed like super slow motion. At the time I can only remember their ski masks, they all wore then with sunglasses to hide their eyes. Then I heard screams I looked at the entrance and there was a giant of a man he held some sort of black box in his hand he threw it at me, then I remember lying down and fire was all around me, it even was starting to envelop my entirety. That's when I passed out; those flashbacks seemed so monstrous when I looked back on my life. I didn't understand why my mind misconstrued my memories like that, everything just seemed so terrible. Every little think was reimagined as me as a victim of some universal life long struggle. When I looked back at it, it didn't make sense why I would see it like that, my family loves me, I have a great job, and my life besides the casual misleading and a terrible time where my grandmother was dying of cancer everything seemed fine. I finally gave in to my weary eyes and went to sleep glad that in another day I can go home. *** After a day of my family lazing about my hospital room until the nurse told them visiting hours were over I was allowed to go home. With a clear warning that if I experienced any problems I should come back and have it checked out. I was a little irritable and sleepy as I got into the car; it was like I haven't slept a wink. I didn't let it show though as Lonnie pestered me for my opinion on his sketchbook. I liked it a lot, but I didn't have it in me to give a more accurate review, I told him I liked it but I was a bit tired he looked a little let down and if I wasn't so damn worn I would've tried and cheered him up. Boy how I hated Lonnie's sad face, those brown eyes got to me like needles in my heart and in a disturbing way made me horny. Luckily I was too tired to get a boner, I was wearing my worn blue jeans and even though they were a little free around the crotch my 8 inch hard cock would peek its head out. When we got home I went to my room and undressed down to my birthday suit and got into bed. I guess I must've done another unreal super-fast movement because my dad was knocking on my door. "Hey son, how did you do that"? I was almost asleep before I heard those damnable knocking sounds on my heavy wood door. "Did what"? I questioned not bother to hiding my annoyance. "Sorry son didn't mean to disturb you if was just as soon as we pulled into the driveway and came to a stop you shot out of the war and into the house before we could get out seatbelts off". I took a moment to regain some of my conscious thinking power then I after regaining as much thought power I could process at that moment I answered my dad's question. "What"? It wasn't the best I could do but I was just too worn out over a sudden and I couldn't help but lose my concentration. "Never mind son, sorry I didn't know you were that tired just go to sleep and don't worry about work I am giving you the week off". I smiled as I laid my head back down and was about to slip into a nice sleep state when I heard a little tap at my door. Lifting my head up I glared a hateful stare at the door, then I said in a tone of dead seriousness, "what is it now"? I guess I was a little too harsh because I heard my brother's shy voice on the other side of the door. "Sorry DJ I didn't mean to disturb you". I called back with a mournful voice pleading him to come in; I didn't mean to make my brother feel bad. He maybe more socially inept than me at time but he can be pretty timid. Angela told me one time he admires me and I happen to be his personal hero but at times I scare him, I guess with a muscular body like mine I am bound to scare a few people at times. Lonnie poked his little face in the door and I gestured eagerly for him to come inside, he quickly walked inside and quietly closed the door. "Sorry DJ I did not want to wake you up". I saw he was really timid then, he was always like that with me he'd be like a little kid one minute and then a coward the next with me that made me worry about him. With anyone in the family I spent most of my free time with him, I enjoyed being around him and was starting to suspect my sexual desire for him. He was also the first to call me DJ; it was short for Derrick Junior before people called me just Derrick or Junior. I guess he was the one who got that nickname rolling. He started calling me that in grade school and since then everyone who knew me called me DJ, I hated the nickname and told people not to call me that, the only person I actually liked calling me that was Lonnie. Who was standing near my bed in his green shorts and black sleeveless shirt twiddling his black nail painted fingers. "What is it Lonnie? Come on you can tell me, I know you want something" I made my voice sound soothing and caring even though I was a tired I didn't let it show in my voice. After a moment he stood in place for a moment then he took a deep breath and asked me very shyly with a blushed face, "can I lay down with you please"? I looked at him for a while unsure what to say, we haven't done that since he was seven and only then we occasion didn't that when he fell asleep on my bed during a movie he was watching in my room and those were rare. Then I figured he almost lost a brother two days ago and it maybe him trying to find comfort. If I almost lost Lonnie I would try and spend time with him also, even if it wasn't the result of a near death experience I properly would've let him. Rolling to the other side of the bed I left room for him, Lonnie smiled cover his face a bit hiding his blush. He then asked if he could sleep all natural too, I had no objection but I pulled a separate blanket so we wouldn't be doing something `totally wrong'. I never thought of it as wrong but I wouldn't want to wake up finding us naked in a very... `unorthodox' position. I covered my eyes until I felt Lonnie get into bed with me, he covered himself up pretty quickly but I got to his hard cock. It was about 5 inches and what surprised me was he was hard, I was hard of course but I'm gay. Lonnie as far as anyone in the family knew was into girls especially since he had three girlfriends over, all on the same day. So I had some suspicions he maybe wanting to experiment. "Comfortable"? I said as I got myself comfortable. "Yes thanks DJ". I smiled at him and covered myself up again went to sleep, I felt Loonie curl up next to me so I of course held him close to me with one arm as I drifted off to sleep. *** I awoke to an odd sensation, I never felt it before but it was familiar I opened my eyes and looked down to Lonnie who was had his eyes closed and his mouth sucking my cock. Lonnie had peeled back the blankets so he could suck at me my now raging boner, I knew it wasn't a dream even though it reminded me of a few dreams I had before. Smiling I wrapped my legs around Lonnie and pulled him closer. That caused my little brother to pull back and look at me in horror, he looked like then he was about to cry. I didn't want him to feel like he did something wrong and because I wanted more of his mouth on my now moist cock. Pulling him to me I didn't want him running off, I did it too quickly like I did before when we got home because he gave a little yelp when I pulled him to me, he looked shaken a bit from the sudden movement. He tried to pull away from me but I held him to me, I just couldn't let him go no matter how hard he would've struggled but he didn't after the shock wore off. Confusion was in his watery eyes as I let my emotions do what they wanted to do and kissed him, but not in a family way, I put my tongue in his mouth and wrapped it around Lonnie's. When I think back to that day, I remember how I was shaking, how I seemed to get sweat all at once and my hands explored Lonnie's body feeling parts I never dared to think I could touch. The way he shook in my arms was faster and more vibrant than my own, he was slipping from my touched because he seemed to get even wetter from his sweat than me, and his hands just felt me just to see I was real. We broke the kiss because Lonnie needed to take a few gasped breathes. He rested his head on my hairless chest he settled down a bit, then he looked at me right into my eyes. Those eyes they weren't never so strong, I just didn't know what to do I figured I was sick at first from the feeling my chest. It just was never so hard; it hit my insides with its pounding and made me shake. I just didn't know what to do all I saw were those eyes even when Lonnie broke our gaze to continue pleasuring my cock. It scared me till I couldn't breathe anymore; even today I am unsure whether that sight was my damnation or my ascension. If anyone offered me a pill that would make me what I was before I would've taken it, it was just too powerful for any man to handle. I felt good all over; it was playing me like a piano making me make any sound it pleased. Moans, deep breaths, and gentle cries, it was a disease and it was fatal. Once it grabbed me and crawled into my skin my legs jerked and my arms pressed onto Lonnie's head pushing his mouth tighter down on my cock. My cock pulsed and a small amount of cum shot into his mouth, I did it by accident because I couldn't help it but after that my body forced me to withhold my load against me will making it more painful than pleasurable. My cock was squeezed into Lonnie's mouth he didn't take it all but made my whole body bear onto him from what he was doing to me, it was too strong for me to handle. My entire body tensed up and I rolled on my back grunting and swearing, my body was swelling up and my cock was somehow plugged up completely as a flood of cum built up inside of me trying to burst out. Lonnie's mouth left me cock but he had his own hard cock which he started to rub but gave dissatisfied whines. He rolled himself on top of me and tried to lift my legs, I obliged by holding my legs back. I was a virgin and I had wanted for a while to have my ass fucked royally during my really horny moments. Lonnie looked at me to see if it was okay and I gave an urgent nod to him to proceed, I couldn't take the anticipation anymore and it was killing as the pain made my insides tighten. His tongue lapped on my ass it sent quivers up my spine and I could've died from feeling his cock head began to enter my ass. Then I felt the built up pressure shoot out from me as my body shook and I suddenly woke up. *** I was sitting up in my bed, Lonnie was beside me snuggled beside me and I felt my blanket against me legs soaked with my own cum. I discarded it on the ground and went to put on some underwear. I went out of my room and found it was in the middle of the night so I didn't have to get worried getting caught I rushed to the washroom, cleaned off the cum and went back to my room. Discarding my underwear I went into my drawer and fetched a pair of satin underwear and put them on, then I got a spare sheet on my bed I wrapped it around myself and laid back down in bed deciding to disregard the very vivid wet dream I got about my brother. I rolled over in bed and closed my eyes and went to sleep. ...to be continued.