Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2001 18:28:37 -0800 (PST) From: eagle 42 Subject: Tanner & Robert, Chapter 6 (Incest) Disclaimer: This story is a fantasy of my own creation. The characters are not real; they were born of my imagination. If a consensual relationship between two of-age males bothers you, then do not read further. If you are under the legal age in your area, stop reading now. Any similarities between a character and a real person, living or dead, are purely coincidental. Any actions the reader takes as a result of reading this story are not the responsibility of the author. You may not reproduce, post, or distribute this story in any way without the author's expressed written permission. You may print out one copy or save one copy of this story for your own viewing and entertainment. By reading further, you implicitly are agreeing to the above guidelines. Many thanks go to Hal and Jason for volunteering their time and expertise to edit this story. NOTE: A special comment to one of Tanner & Robert's reader's who's a college freshman "deep in the South", as he puts it. "T-baby" has been inspired to write a story and get it posted to Nifty soon. Let's wish him well & hope that he has as much fun writing as we Nifty writers do -- but, keep the grades up! LOL Chapter 6 is a Holiday gift to you, the readers, from Tanner, Robert, and me, their "biographer". Chapter 7 will be posted early in the new year. May the Holidays be good to you and yours. Comments from readers are encouraged. I appreciate your constructive criticism and comments. Enjoy -- Tanner and Robert - Chapter Six Deja vous Tanner Robert and I decided that we were comfortable sleeping in the raw so we hit the sack soon after our shower and the shenanigans in front of the wall mirror. "Damn, he's cute," I thought. "But when I say that, it's like saying I'm cute too. I mean, we're almost twins. Weird! Just hope I don't throw a boner just because I'm so near to him now. That could possibly create all sorts of problems -- maybe resulting in my being asked to leave even before I get to know my new family." Before drifting off to sleep, I offered a prayer to God thanking Him for leading me to this wonderful family. He truly works in mysterious ways. Chapter Six Robert I awoke to the alarm clock sounding off and said softly, "Damn, it can't be time to get up yet. Feels like I just hit the sack." Then I remembered that I was not sleeping alone and looked over at the slumbering beauty next to me. He, too, was attempting to open his eyes and return to the land of the living. Tanner, rolling over and facing me, quipped, "Good morning, little brother. I sure hope you don't feel like you look." "Whatta you mean? You're not exactly Mr. Stud yourself this morning. Take my advice. Don't look in the mirror right now or you just might realize that you need lots more beauty sleep. In fact, hibernation just might be what the beauty doctor would recommend." I retorted. "Well, one thing's up for sure," Tanner said as he threw off the covers and exposed our morning boners. We both laughed, hopped out of bed and headed to the bathroom to take a leak. "Wonder if we inherited these lead pipes from our dad too?" he joked as we continued our morning toilette, completely comfortable with our being around each other in our birthday suits. It was as though we had grown up together as brothers rather than just having met. We decided to take a "quickie" shower -separately- to help us wake up. Just as I was getting soaped up I heard a knock on our bedroom door. "You guys up yet?" Dad asked. "Yes, sir, we're taking our showers and will be down very soon. Our bags are ready so we have very little else to do. See you and mom shortly," answered Tanner. "OK; meet you two in the kitchen. Mom's already has breakfast ready. Don't let it get cold," dad responded. In the absence of Karl, Mom had prepared a marvelous breakfast -- pancakes, scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, Creme of Wheat and freshly baked homemade biscuits. I commented, "To what do we owe this virtual feast this morning? Tanner, you need to drop by more often!" "Very funny, Robert. How would you like to relegated to just a box of cold cereal -- with no milk?" mom retorted, with a grin on her face. She continued, "Boys, from the sounds emanating from your room last night, it seems you two were having a great time. Hope you got some sleep. It's going to be a long day for all of you." I responded, "We sure did. (pause) Mom, you know that birthmark I've got on my butt? Well, guess what! Tanner does too, and exactly in the same place! What got us to laughing so much was the comment that both of us must have inherited the birthmark gene from Dad." Turning to dad, I continued the banter, "You don't have one there, do you? Dad quickly retorted, "Ask your mother!" and laughed heartedly. "Well, your father has already filled me in on the source of the mirth." Then with a wicked grin spreading across her face, mom zinged us both. "Sounds to me like you two were playing your own version of 'Show me yours, and I'll show you mine.'" Tanner and I turned ten shades of red as I blurted out, "MOM, I can't believe you said that! What's my new brother to think of this household? That we're a bunch of 'preverts'?" Tanner just grinned and said,"'Preverts', don't you mean 'perverts'"? With a smirky smile on my face, I retorted in a sort of pseudo-irritated manner, "Whatever, you know what I mean!" Dad pointedly looked at his watch, a hint that we should be leaving soon. Driving the Towncar "tank," Mom took us to the airport where we held "goodbye court" at the drive-through area. She couldn't come in because of an early meeting at the district court house this morning that she was obligated to attend. Tanner As we entered the flight operations building for private aircraft, I spotted Captain Reynolds who is the head pilot for my uncle's firm. J. Kingston and Associates operates three aircraft and employs nine crew full time. He waved to me as I lead my entourage over to introduce him and the rest of the crew. Our bags were placed on a cart and taken out to the aircraft while Captain Reynolds filled us in on the flight plan. We would be departing in about fifteen minutes, stopping over in St. Louis to pick up one additional member of the firm and for refueling. Our ETA was estimated to be around 10 a.m. California time. Uncle Jason would meet us at the airport, with our going immediately to the hospital. When Captain Reynolds announced that the aircraft was ready for boarding, we walked out of the operations building and onto the tarmac. There, waiting for us was a new Gulfstream GIV-SP with ample seating for twelve and a crew of three. Several gentlemen were standing beside the steps as we approached. They were introduced as members of the firm who had been involved a court case in Boston and were returning home to California. Captain Reynolds escorted us aboard and showed us where we were to be seated. Within just a few minutes we were airborne. Robert When we exited the flight operations building I immediately took note of the beautiful dark blue and silver aircraft we were approaching. "Damn, bro! That's one hell of bird. Look's like we'll be traveling first class today. This is really cool. Whatta you think, dad? Not bad, eh?" I said excitedly. Dad chuckled and commented, "Try not to act like you're fresh from the sticks, son. Tanner wouldn't want the passengers to think you're his brother if you keep this up." Tanner picked up the banter, "Yea, little bro. Keep this up and we'll store you away in the baggage section. Remember, it's not heated or cooled down there." I looked around to see that no one was watching flipped him a quick "bird". Dad just laughed and said, "His answer for everything, Tanner." During the flight Tanner and I really had the opportunity to become more than just acquainted. We were amazed at how much our tastes in food, clothes, music and movies were alike, even though we were raised in different homes on opposite sides of the country. Sure, there were some differences, and part of that was because of our ages -- 16 & 19. We both enjoy classical music, Motown hits from the past, Harry Connick, Jr. and his band, and most top-40 stuff. I like some country music while Tanner doesn't. Neither of us like rap or hip-hop. Tanner and I both swim competitively, love soccer, and run cross-country also. We're not into weight lifting for bulk, only for the general workout and to give our bodies that "buff" look. Just between you and me, he looks great from head to toe -- in all the right places, if you know what I mean. Like our dad, we have a light olive complexion, ice- blue eyes and black curly hair. Tanner wears his hair longer than I do, with his head sporting a mass of curls done in almost the style of the early '70s 'afro" look. However, all my female friends tell me they would 'kill' for hair like mine -- the natural curly part, that is. Since I'm too out of it in the morning to spend time messing my hair, I wear it in what I call the 'natural' look; that is, I don't do anything to it - just let the curls lie naturally. Dad & Mom attribute it to laziness, also. I stand right at six feet while Tanner towers over me (as he has reminded me) by two inches. He weighs in at about 200 pounds while I hit the scales at a mere 175. As I discovered this morning when he pulled the bedcovers back so rudely, Tanner is a bit larger than I am in another category. I'm proud of my uncut 6.5 inches of manhood standing proud, but he sports a good 8 inches of beautiful manmeat, uncut also. And those buns, those tight bubbly buns -- aaahh! Enough of this!!!!! No place for relief without being obvious. The last two hours of the flight were spent with our catching up on lost sleep from last night. Dad, in the meantime, brought his laptop, working on a presentation he was giving at an upcoming medical conference -- something about some new research he's been doing at the university biotech lab regarding the interfacing between artificial intelligence and bio-mechanical devices. Did I mention that he also holds a Ph.D. from MIT in Biotech something or other as well as being Professor of Neurosurgery at the medical school? Tanner Uncle Jason met us at the flight terminal of the small county airport used by many privately owned or corporate aircraft near La Jolla. He drove one of the company's 8-passenger vans. I guess he figured we would have several pieces of luggage and suitbags and that his car wouldn't hold us and our bags too. He introduced himself, "Dr. Worthington. Good to see you again. Thank you so much for coming with Tanner." "I'll call you Uncle Jason, unless you call me Bob." Dr. Worthington said with a smile. Returning the smile, Uncle Jason agreed. Turning to Robert, he said, "There's no question in my mind whom this young fellow is. So very nice to finally meet you, Robert." "Tanner, you were right! He's your twin, for sure," Uncle Jason continued. And turning back to Dr. Worthington with a broad grin on his face, he asked, "Bob, are you sure the world is ready for these two?" "The world? I'm still wondering if Dorothy and I are," he responded, with a wicked smirk on his face. Then Uncle Jason's mood turned serious as shown by the transformation on his face -- from smiles to that of deep concern. "Kyle's condition has not changed so his doctor's have decided to place a stint in the skill to drain the excess fluid from the cranial cavity. They believe that the fluid pressure on the brain is what's keeping him from regaining consciousness." Then catching himself continued, "What I am telling you this for, Bob. Of course, you're a neurosurgeon, yourself, aren't you." "Yes, but fill me in on what his doctors' know on our way to the hospital," Dr. Worthington replied. Robert When we arrived at the hospital, we were met at the main entrance by the hospital administrator, Charles Watson, an old friend of my uncle's. "Charles, it wasn't necessary for you to meet us, but thanks for the courtesy," Uncle Jason said. He continued, "Bob, this is Charles Watson, the hospital administrator. Charles, this is Dr. Robert Worthington. He's Tanner's father. Tanner is, Of course, Kyle's half-brother." Mr. Watson responded, "It's nice to meet you all. Perhaps we should go up to Kyle's room. Dr. Gamac, the attending, is on the floor now and has just completed his latest evaluation of Kyle's condition." As we approached the nurses' desk on 600 East, Mr. Watson pointed out Dr. Gamac and said. "Dr. Gamac, this is Kyle's brother, Tanner. And these two gentlemen are Dr. Robert Worthington and his son, Robert." Dr. Gamac responded, "Dr. Worthington, it's good to see you again." My father's face broke into a big smile and he said, "Jesse, damn, it's good to see you again. I didn't know you were out here. The last I heard about you was that you were Associate Chief of Neurosurgery at St. James General in Fort Worth." "That's right, Bob. I was there for five years and came here two years ago, wasn't it, Charles? I lose track. Been Chief of Staff here for the last year." Turning to the rest of us, he continued, "Bob was one of my professors in medical school, and I was one of his residence for 2 years in neurosurgery much later." Dr. Gamac paused, his countenance changed and his professional demeanor returned. Speaking seriously now, he intoned, "Let me update you about Kyle's condition. I'm afraid he's taken a turn for the worse." I saw Tanner and his uncle Jason turn pale as they drew in a deep breath and held it. Perhaps they felt that by doing so, time would freeze and they wouldn't have to deal with Kyle's situation. My dad turned to me and momentarily wrapped his arm around my shoulder, released me and then went to Tanner, enfolding his first-born in his arms. Tanner cried openly.