Date: Mon, 19 Apr 2021 00:59:26 +0000 From: Mobius Subject: The Brothers Next Door - 8 (gay, M/tt, inc, oral, anal) THE BROTHERS NEXT DOOR: by Mobius Necessary Disclaimers: * This story is fiction; none of characters represent any persons in real life and none of the events described actually happened, at least to my direct knowledge. * This fictional story depicts sexual activity between adults and youths under the age of 18, including themes of incest. Do not read if this matter offends you, or because of your age or region of residence, it is illegal for you to do so. * "The Library is Open!". Help keep the Nifty library open by donating at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html * (c) 2021 Mobius Loop w/ permission for Nifty Archive Alliance. Chapter Eight: After Danny stormed out of my house, I quickly chased after him. When I saw the look in his eyes before he bolted, he looked spooked. Shocked even. This had not been the plan; his mother and I were going to tell both boys the truth about their father together in a way that would answer all their questions. Yes, we knew the boys might be upset when they learned that Carol forced their father to leave, but they needed to understand it was for their safety. But even with my efforts to follow him out the rear door, I quickly lost sight of him. Once in the backyard, I couldn't tell which way he went -- whether it was towards his house or around the side of the house toward the street. If Danny was fleeing, it was dubious he would be running home. During my chase, I had Carol on the phone explaining that Danny had overheard our conversation -- at least the last part about how all evidence suggested his father had intended to introduce him into the same kind of sexual games he was already playing with Ethan. Danny was young when his father left and the likelihood that he remembered any specifics about his father was slim. But he was already an angry boy and I didn't know what this news would do. If Danny went nuclear, one of his first moves might be to finally forward those photos of me and Ethan to his mother. I might only have minutes left before my secret love affair with his brother was put into the hands of the cops and the nightly news. Carol said I should come over immediately; we should talk to Ethan before Danny showed up or did anything that might make matters worse for his older brother. I was torn -- I wanted to find Danny first and talk him down before he did make matters worse for everyone. But I couldn't exactly explain that to Carol and I was certainly partly responsible for this emergency. I rushed my way across the back yard to their property and crossed their lawn to their house. Carol ushered me inside and, luckily, Ethan was back from school and up in his room already. I offered to go up and get him and as I padded down the soft carpeting of the upstairs hallway, my eyes caught an open bedroom door. I glanced inside and took in the view of a messy teenager's room... used bed with sheet and blankets crumpled up, clothes strewn across the floor, bookcase with school trophies and some photographs of Danny with his friends, and a desk with some school work strewn about next to a sleeping laptop. A typical boy's bedroom. I noticed on the bookshelf some framed photographs of a younger Danny with some other boys in Scouting uniforms. In one of the photographs, he was smiling with an unfamiliar friend and an older adult... but the adult's face had been cut out. As I turned to leave, my eye caught someone on the floor beside the bed. I carefully stepped into the room and looked closer. It was a pair of underwear -- but they were for a boy much smaller than Danny. As I considered their size and color, I suddenly recognized them as a pair of Adam's! Danny must have swiped them the night he fucked me on Adam's bed. I picked them up and noticed they were damp and had a very familiar heady scent. Danny had definitely been using it as his cumrag. Damn, I would have to work overtime to protect Adam from his influence! I stuck the underwear back in my jacket pocket and slipped back into the hallway and over to the closed bedroom door. I rapped at the door frame very gently. "Yeah?" I opened the door and looked inside and there was my beautiful Ethan in his t-shirt and shorts reading a book on his bed. His face instantly lit up. I slipped into his room and closed the door as he hopped up from the bed and slipped into my arms, kissing me urgently. "Is it my birthday again so soon? Is this my present... are you going to fuck me in my own bed?" I kissed at my boy's sensual lips, feeling his tongue poking at my own, wrapping my arms around him. Pulling him close, I could feel his hardon was already as solid as steel and was poking against me. My own cock was growing quickly, but I knew we had no time for dalliance. "Hey, baby, can you come downstairs? Your mom and I want to talk to you about something that's happened." He stepped back from me, still smiling but a look of concern in his eyes. The fact that I was in his bedroom and he was being summoned by his mom, he pondered the significance. "Uh, okay," he said. "But I'll need a minute." He glanced down and I could see his obvious bulge. I reached down and grabbed it through his clothes as he sighed in excitement. "That's not helping," he hissed at me, stepping away from my touch. I laughed gently and slipped back out of his room. A few minutes later, Ethan had come downstairs and sat in the living room with me and Carol. His mother looked antsy and didn't know what to do with her hands. From the look in her eye, I could tell she would have preferred to have this conversation with a drink in her hand, but I had encouraged her to push through without it. The boys would need her to be strong as they dealt with this truth together. Eventually, after a few false starts, Carol was able to begin the talk with Ethan about the time his father left. I sat there in the corner chair, staying quiet and just supporting her with my eyes. She explained carefully to Ethan about the day she had come home and found him and his father in bed together, and then finally explained to him what happened during the part of the evening after he went back to bed. Carol nervously explained that in order to save him and Danny from the unpleasantness and shame that prosecuting his father would entail, she had given him the ultimatum to leave forever or talk to the police. That was the real reason why his dad had left, and that she had secretly divorced him over the course of the next year. Ethan listened to his mother with wide eyes. He nodded his head when she talked about offering his father the ultimatum, but shook his head in disagreement when she talked about the divorce. "No, wait," he finally interrupted, "Are you saying you knew where he was all that time?!" "Only when we were doing the legal process," Carol admitted. "But I didn't know exactly where he was. Everything was done through a lawyer's office." Ethan chuckled in disbelief, "All that time, not knowing whether he was alive or dead... feeling guilty that we drove him away, and that because of what we did he might be dead in a ditch somewhere... and you knew he was alive and well all that time!" Carol looked anxious. She hadn't anticipated how much guilt Ethan had carried about the fate of his father after his disappearance. "Honey, you are entitled to be angry with me for keeping that secret from you. I had no idea you felt so guilty about your dad leaving. But try to understand, I had to keep that a secret. To protect you, to keep you out of his life so he couldn't continue hurting you..." "He never hurt me, MOM!" Ethan shouted, standing up. "I know dads aren't supposed to do that with their sons, but he never hurt me! It was the nicest times we ever had together!" "Baby," Carol said, starting to choke up, "if I am grateful for anything, it's that your dad didn't give you any pain or suffering when he got sexual with you -- but I couldn't take the risk that it wouldn't harm you in other ways. Your dad had become a drunk and had an anger problem. Maybe you don't remember how he would explode at you boys for no reason, or spank you. Whether or not he physically hurt you in the process of sexually using you, I couldn't allow him to stay and potentially make things much, much worse!" Ethan had tears in his eyes, "Do you know where he is now?" Carol shook his head, "No, honey. After the divorce was concluded, I let it all go. I didn't want to know. I just wanted the three of us to try to move on and make a good life." Ethan sniffled, wiping his eyes with his arm, "I can't believe you've been lying all this time! How am I supposed to believe you now?" Carol wept as she sat on the sofa. I noticed her hands were clenching and unclenching in her stress. "Ethan, I understand you are upset with me and will probably be angry with me for a long time. But please believe me, I only did it to protect you. You and your brother. I just hope someday you can forgive me." And in Carol's words, it came to me. For the same reason that Ethan was now angry at his mother, Danny had fostered his anger at Ethan. Ethan - who had an extra-special relationship with their father and spent his energy keeping their dad away from Danny until the day he disappeared - had stolen Danny's father. Hadn't Ethan issued his own ultimatum to their father, to keep him away from Danny? Ethan did it to protect Danny from being exposed too young to something so overwhelming, but Danny would never understand that. Danny just knew that he didn't have a father, and it was in part Ethan's fault. I cleared my throat, "Ahem. Carol, there is the... other matter." Carol nodded as she turned back to her son, "I had wanted to wait and do this during a time when you could take some time to really process what happened with your father... like during the weekend or something... but then something happened and I felt I needed to discuss it immediately. The thing is, while I was talking to Todd on the phone and planning for what we were going to tell you both, well... Danny eavesdropped. And ran. So right now, your younger brother has heard only part of the story and, well, you know him when he gets upset." Ethan shifted his teary gaze from his mother to me, a look of worry and shock on his face. I could tell we both had the same worried thought: the pictures! "Well," Ethan said, "I just don't know what to say. I... I... I don't want to say anything because I know if I do, it will be hurtful. I need a break right now. I'm going to stay at Todd's tonight." Carol looked surprised, "Ethan, I know you are angry but you just can't leave. We have a lot to talk about!" "Look," Ethan said, on the verge of tears, "I'm trying really hard right now, but I need some space from you tonight. I can't think about helping Danny because right now I am so angry I just want to smash something, and I really don't want it to be you." Ethan's honest confession startled Carol, who had never heard her eldest son threaten violence before. She was about to stand and challenge him, but I quickly stepped in between them. "Okay, okay," I said. "I think it might be a good idea, Carol. Everyone needs some space to cool down and to think about next steps handling this with Danny. Ethan, why don't you grab your bag and head over to my place. You can stay in Adam's room tonight." That was bald-faced lie, but I figured this lie was the lesser of two evils at this point. Ethan left the living room and went upstairs. I took the opportunity to sit down with Carol. "All in all, you handled yourself really well," I said. "I know how hard that was for you to do." Carol gave a sharp intake of breath, "Yeah, but now we have the worse problem with Danny. God knows what he's thinking with just that snippet he overheard." "Do you know his friends? Can you contact their parents to see if Danny is around?" I asked. She shook her head, "I know a couple of them, but he's got a lot of friends and I don't know all their names or their parents. All I can think to do is drive around to Danny's favorites spots and see if I can find him." Ethan came down with his backpack and quickly came to my side. His mother looked up at him guiltily. "I'll see you tomorrow," he said, turning from her and heading out the sliding glass door into the back yard. "I love you," Carol said, but I wasn't sure Ethan had heard based on how quickly he crossed the yard. I smiled at her and I could tell she was struggling. "I'll talk to him," I assured her, "I'll help him understand." "Thank you, Todd," she said, taking my hand earnestly. "I really appreciate everything you've done for me and the boys." I smiled and nodded, and forced myself not to think about how I was now just as guilty as Jack for being sexually involved with them. I turned and left the house, following Ethan across the yard. Once we were back at my house, he dumped his backpack on the floor and probably the first time ever didn't try to throw himself at me. He just sort of stood there, hanging his head in overwhelmed exhaustion. I rubbed his shoulders gently as I recommended we ordered pizza. He offered a weak smile in return. Dinner was a very quiet affair. We sat eating pizza in the living room, Ethan sitting beside me on the sofa as we watched some mindless sitcom reruns. He only had a couple of slices before he stopped eating. I asked if he wanted anything, and he just shook his head no. So, we continued to sit together watching TV together. Suddenly, halfway through a rerun of Modern Family, Ethan just broke down and started crying. I put my arm around him and held him as he cried against me. The years of Ethan's guilt and fear about his father's circumstances came flowing out of him. I kissed the top of his head and encouraged him to let it out. He would stop and start over the course of the next few hours. Finally, as it approached 11, I decided it would be a good idea to get ready for bed. He still had school the next day and I knew I would have to really get to work. I asked if he wanted a shower and he nodded but slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him. The message was clear. About 20 minutes later, Ethan stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, his wet hair matted down on his head. As I passed him to enter the bathroom, I stopped him and held his chin gently in my hand and leaned in to give him a gentle kiss on the lips, which he accepted. I slipped into the bathroom as I saw Ethan go into my bedroom. At least he wasn't going to be by himself in Adam's room (and thank God, as the sex-filthy sheets from my fuck with Danny were still on the bed). After a quick shower and a vigorous tooth-brushing, I left the bathroom in 15 minutes, shutting off the lights. As I entered the bedroom, I saw Ethan sprawled out, seemingly asleep. I moved over to the other side of the bed -- luckily next to my phone charger -- and saw I had a text message. From Carol. PHONE COMPANY WAS ABLE TO HELP ME TRACE DANNY'S PHONE. IT LOOKS LIKE HE'S AT A FRIEND'S HOUSE TONIGHT. AT LEAST HE'S IN A SAFE PLACE. < > I WOULD LET THINGS SETTLE, MAYBE CALL HIM OR MESSAGE HIM TOMORROW. HOW IS E? < > HE'S BEEN QUIET. WORKING IT ALL OUT. LOOKS LIKE HE'S ASLEEP. OKAY, TALK TO YOU TOMORROW THEN. < With that, I put down my phone and slipped into bed. As I pulled the blanket around me, I felt a jostling movement as a nude Ethan turned and spooned up against my side. I snapped off the lamp and the room fell into darkness, as I felt Ethan's press against my chest. "This isn't what I thought our first overnight would be like," he whispered quietly. I moved my arm to wrap around him again, and he cuddled up closer against me. "That's okay, Ethan. I'm happy just to hold you," I said, leaning over and kissing the top of his head. For a sixteen-year-old high school track athlete, he had the uncanny way of shrinking down to the size of a small boy when he was in my arms. "It's just... not fair. Can you imagine what it's like not knowing if someone you love is dead, and whether its partially your fault?" "Hey, enough of that," I said, holding him tightly. "Do you remember our conversation in the car yesterday? I told you that your dad made a choice, and he knew what the consequences would be of what he did. Being forced to leave the family was one of the consequences. And maybe it wasn't fair that your mother hid the truth from you all this time, but you have to believe she did it to protect you and your brother." "Protect us from what?" he asked incredulously. "Baby, you yourself risked your brother's anger to protect him from your father, because you knew he was too small to handle the kind of sexual activities your father was having with you. And while you remember the fun and the orgasms with your dad, you were six at the time and may not be remember everything. Important stuff like his drinking and his instability. Your mom made her decision with a much better vision of your dad than you may remember right now." The arm Ethan had draped over my chest lifted up slightly as his hand started stroking at my nipple. "You know, when my mother wouldn't accept that he hadn't actually hurt me, or that I had enjoyed the sex I had with my father, it felt like she wasn't accepting..." he said softly, trailing off. "... that you're gay?" He nodded his head into my armpit as I cuddled him. My hand reached and stroked softly at his lower back, gently touching the top of his firm ass. "Well, maybe that's a conversation you might like to have with your mom. Help her understand it wasn't something done to you, but something you discovered along the way. I think she'll understand, and I know she just wants you to be happy." I leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips. In the dark room, I could still see him looking up into my eyes before pushing himself forward to kiss me. Longer. Fuller. Suddenly our lips were dancing together sensually, tasting and licking at each other. Within a couple of minutes, our kissing was deep and urgent. Ethan's deep need was suddenly erupting to the surface as he started dominating our embrace. With my arm around him, I pulled him on top of my body. His lean, taut body was splayed against me as we kissed eagerly. It had been our first real time in over two weeks without the pressures of Danny hovering over us. I thought that Danny could still be sending out those photos right now and I could have the police knocking at any moment. But if so, I would be damned whether or not I was making love to my Ethan right here and now. Ethan gently rubbed his body against me. I felt the rigidness of his cock slipping against my own, now thick and starting to drip precum. I could feel the wetness from Ethan's cock against my stomach, making thick squelching sounds as we mashed together. Unexpectedly, he grabbed me and pulled me on top of him! Now I was pressing against his hungry body as I allowed my lips to travel from his mouth, down his chin, and across his throat. He moaned in soft ecstasy. "I... I want..." he panted. "I want to drown in you." I had no idea where he got this language, but he used it so naturally, it never felt contrived. My arms wrapped around him as I kissed and licked his jaw, neckline, and collarbone. He grunted in urgency, opening his legs and shifting his hips upwards. From all our months together, I knew that was his sign he was ready and if I didn't obey, he would get very angry. I began kissing down his smooth chest, allowing my mouth to divert and suckle on each nipple for several minutes. He gasped as I nibbled and licked at his small pert tits, grabbing my head with his hands and pressing me against him. But as he got more and more stimulated, his hands stopping pulling at me, but pushing me onwards. I kissed down his breastbone, and licked my way down the center line of his abs. For a few moments, I paused to kiss his belly button, but his hands on my head were insistent and pushed me forward. I couldn't blame him, I could already smell his familiar delicious maleness as I approached his pubes. I knelt back on the mattress between his legs, hunching over him as I pulled my hand forward and inserted two fingers into my mouth. After I got them dripping with my saliva, my mouth continued its journey south until I was finally bumping against his foreskin -- strained by the throbbing glans concealed within and dripping with sticky wet fluids. Before he could take a breath, I positioned my fingers beneath him at his hole as my lips danced along his piss slit, and then simultaneously engulfed his cock with my mouth as my fingers pushed inside. He gasped in surprise and delight. As my mouth licked and sucked him in, his foreskin was retracted and a gush of precum splattered onto my tongue. As I suckled on his cock, my forefinger and middle finger was soon deep inside him. They slipped in easier than I remembered from the past, but then again, Danny's ongoing attention over the last few weeks may have Ethan a bit more open than he had been before. As I sucked on his cock hungrily while gently thrusting my fingers in and out of his hole, Ethan was mewling and making noises I had never heard before. His hips began a small rocking motion that both thrust his cock in and out of my mouth while also fucking himself on my fingers. In the heat of Ethan's deep pocket, I finally found was I was looking for. As I tapped on the small nub deep inside his ass, he squealed in appreciation. His hands were resting on my head and urged me to go faster, taking his cock deeper than before. It pressed at the back of my throat and made me gag slightly, but I pushed onward, letting him fuck my mouth. Strum, strum, strum... each time I tapped his nut, he gasped and cried and shout. For the first time, we were alone and would not be disturbed, so I was not worried about him being vocal. I loved him being vocal. Without warning, his hands clutched at my head, pulling me deeper than before. As his cock swelled in my mouth, I urgently tapped at his prostate while urgently finger-fucking his ass. With a choked gasp, his whole body rose up in an arch, his head rolled back as he bucked his hips forward and a flood of his teenage nectar flooded my mouth. I swallowed deeply, but didn't worry if any drooled from my mouth onto us. I wanted to sleep in our own filthy tonight, a delight I had never experienced. After a minute, his body returned to the bed again and his spurts had become trickles. He lolled his head from side to side, out of control over the massive orgasm I had just given him. His breathing began to return to normal as he tried to form words again. "Todd, fuck me!" he cried. "I need you. I NEED you. Put it inside me." My own cock was heavy and stiff like marble as I withdrew my fingers and shifted forward between his legs. He rolled his hips up higher, exposing his used hole. My dick was drenched in my own precum and I could hear slippery wet noises as I teased him, running my head up and down against his ass. "Fuck, get it in there! Stop teasing you me, you asshole! Fuck Me!" Without a moment of hesitation, I leaned forward, letting my full-length slide into him. Despite the repeated fucking from his brother, I was both slightly longer and thicker, so Ethan gasped in shock and pleasure as he felt me press into him. Soon, I was all the way inside, his hips rolled up to meet me. I leaned over Ethan's body, holding him tight in my arms. Ethan's face was wet with perspiration as he gazed up at me, his mouth open as he breathed heavily against me. He was tight and burning hot around my cock. Looking deep into his eyes, I began slowly rocking our bodies together. Rocking into him, he would give out a short gasp, feeling me pressing against his inner spot again. And again. And again. Slowly, we rocked and our breathing fell into pace. Gazing deeply into each other, we moved together, clinging to one another with a hunger I had never felt with another woman or man. His arms wrapped themselves around his shoulders as he held onto me. But I never got forceful -- I just kept us rutting together slowly and deeply. My sweat dripped onto his body and his body dripped onto the sheets below. We floated in this timeless delirium for untold minutes. Could have been minutes, could have been days. I didn't care anymore. I didn't care about anything. Just Ethan. Always Ethan. He was silent under me, gasping with each push, his head rolled back in my pillow accepting me. Finally, in the quiet of the room only filed with the sounds of our breathing and the squeaking of the bed, I heard Ethan whisper quietly. "I... I... love you," he breathed. "I love you," I said, extending my neck and bringing our faces together. I said the words, and it wasn't lost on him. I didn't know what it would mean, but I didn't care anymore. I kissed him, his mouth breathing into mine, as I increased my pace. I rocked us faster. And faster. It was bringing us perilously close to the edge. Until we plummeted over. Ethan's body locked itself against me, clenching at my throbbing cock as I simultaneously started to blast powerful jets of my cream deep against him. Then a sharp pain as Ethan cried out, biting down on my lip as he was caught in the throes of his own orgasm. I could feel his cock between us spurting out a fountain of his own juices. As we kissed one another, I could taste the salty, metallic tang of my own blood between us. We both seemed to drift away into unconsciousness. The next thing I knew, it was 20 minutes later -- after midnight. I was still laying over Ethan's body, my softened but still chubby cock inside him. Moving slowly, I started to disentangle us, which Ethan resisted. I knew he had woken again when his legs wrapped around me, holding me to him. I chuckled softly as I tried to wrestle away from my lover, finally getting his legs open and slipping myself out of him. Nothing ran out of him immediately, so I imagined it would still be deep within and wouldn't make its appearance until his morning routine. The sheets were wet and filthy from our previous ejaculations, but I moved behind Ethan and spooned up against him. He clutched at my arm, wrapped around his stomach, as we both drifted into a deep sleep. Despite our athletic evening, we both woke with the alarm at 5:30. I held him tightly, kissing the back of his neck. "Good morning, baby," I said. "Good morning... how I'd love to hear you say those words every morning I wake up." He sighed, following it with a yawn. "You better grab a shower, and I'll drive you to school," I said to him, kissing his salty skin. He turned over in the bed to face me and kissed my lips. I had never seen him so content and I had never seen so much love in his eyes. "You know..." he started, "I meant what I said. Last night." I nodded. "Some people just say it because they think it sounds sexy or romantic when they're making love," he whispered. "But you need to know I really feel that way." I nodded again, smiling at him. "I know. I've always known, sweetheart," I said, kissing him briefly. "We have a lot to figure out what that will mean for us going forward. It's not going to be easy, and we still have a hell of a lot of problems to work out. But I love you, and in time we'll know how to make that work out." He nodded. I was always impressed with him; he seemed to have a rather mature grasp of the complicated nature our romance, which was unusual for a person of his age. Usually, young people have to move through their first flickers of love going from the Disney delusion that "true love conquers all" to a more real-world perception. Adults know that sometimes love itself just isn't enough to make a relationship work -- and Ethan knew he and I had obstacles to overcome. Ethan slipped into the shower and quickly cleaned himself up from the night before. We dressed quickly and he grabbed some fruit from my kitchen before we headed to the car. As we approached the school, I had to ask him an important question. I would be getting a call from my brother in a few days' time, after all. "Ethan," I asked. "I know you have to work through your anger at your mom and I'm not going to tell you what you should do, but if you had known about your dad and where he was, what would you do with that knowledge?" He sighed as we pulled up to the drop-off area, the same area I had picked him up on Monday, "I don't know. I understand why mom made him leave and I understand why she kept him a secret. I guess if I knew where he was, I would want to find out why he did what he did. And whether he still thinks about us." With that, Ethan opened the car door and quickly stepped out onto the sidewalk. Through the window, he winked and waved at me. I smiled back at him and watched him navigate his way into the crowd of students entering the building. With that, I pulled the car away and proceeded home. Once in the house, I put on a pot of strong coffee and got myself logged in quickly. I had lost my opportunity last night of pushing through the challenging code that my Project Director needed to be resolved. When we had our web meeting, at first my Project Director didn't seem all too thrilled when I explained I had to have custody of my son the following week. But once I explained I would be resolving the biggest of the code debugging problems before close of business Friday, they were much happier. I slipped into the fugue state of coding and debugging for the rest of the day. Holed up in my office, silent except for a little easy-listening music in the background, I pushed myself onward. I took a bathroom break with a short lunch at 2, but then went right back to it. I felt bad that I had to be so distant from Carol today as she tried find her youngest son. She texted me that she had sent him multiple texts during the day which he had not returned. But the phone GPS showed he was at the middle school, so at least he was in a safe, controlled place. She toyed with the idea of going down there. I suggested that she should hold off or else Danny would just get embarrassed and it might bring the school authorities into the situation. I wrapped up work by 7 pm, finally having to stop because of hunger pangs. But by the time I logged off Wednesday, I had a good feeling that I would have everything at work neatly wrapped up before the end of the week. That would mean I wouldn't have any urgent issues hanging over me during my time with Adam. I got up from my work station, and stretched my back. I figured I would gorge on some left-over pizza from the night before, saving me the time of having to cook at this late hour. I walked from my office to the kitchen to grab the pizza, but as I looked around, I couldn't find the pizza box. I know I had left it on the kitchen table from last night (I like cold pizza -- don't judge me), and there had been four slices left. I checked the fridge, but it wasn't there either. This was peculiar. Then I heard it -- music. I could hear some nondescript music from a distant part of the house. Slowly moving through the first floor, I caught it coming from the stairwell and the second floor. I went up the stairs and my theories were confirmed when I saw my son's bedroom door closed. I always left Adam's door open when he wasn't around to ensure that air was circulating and it didn't get stuffy. Just then, my cell phone blipped with a text announcement. I CAN'T TAKE THIS ANYMORE. I'M CALLING THE POLICE. < > I DON'T THINK YOU HAVE TO. I THINK HE'S HERE. THERE? CAN YOU SEND HIM HOME? < > TELL YOU WHAT, LET HIM SPEND THE NIGHT HERE AND I'LL SEND HIM HOME IN THE MORNING BEFORE SCHOOL. I DON'T KNOW, TODD. I THINK WE'RE CATERING TO HIM. < Normally, I would have agreed, but I needed time with Danny to sort out his situation before I let Carol get involved. > LET'S GIVE HIM ONE MORE NIGHT. MAYBE HE'LL LET ME TALK TO HIM. THEN TOMORROW, YOU CAN GO FULL HURRICANE CAROL ON HIM. I GUESS IT SEEMED TO WORK FOR ETHAN. HE SEEMS IN MUCH BETTER SPACE TODAY. BUT DON'T COME CRYING TO ME IF HE TRIES TO BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN. < I put my phone away and quietly crept down the hall to Adam's room. As I opened the door, I saw Danny was sitting in the middle of the floor, his back to the hallway. An open and empty pizza box was beside him. His cell phone was on the carpet beside him playing pop tracks I didn't recognize. He seemed to have his head in his hands. I walked over and stood a few feet in front of him. "Ugh," he moaned. "What?" "We've all been worried about you, Danny." "Oh, you've been worried? Well, fuck you." "The fact is," I said, "there is a lot more to that story you overheard yesterday. Your mother has been desperately trying to talk to you about it." "Pffft," Danny spat out derisively, "I already know the whole story, so you can all save your breath." "I doubt it," I said gently. "Not even your mom knew the whole story, not until she talked to Ethan about it. That's something you never did as a family -- talk about it together." Danny squirmed on the floor, "There is nothing to talk about. I know what happened, even if the rest of you don't want to wake up." "Well, then tell me, Danny," I said, "tell me what you know happened. I've heard everyone else's version. If they are wrong, then tell me what is right." "I remember my dad was distant," he said very matter-of-factly, "One day my brother starts spending a lot of time with him. A lot of private time. I remember catching them both nude when my mother wasn't around. Ethan started getting really possessive and started threatening our dad if he spent any time with me. Then there was a night where my mother was yelling about something he and Ethan had done together. Then he was gone." I tentatively reached out my hand and put it on his shoulder. He flinched and pulled away. "Your father... started sexually using Ethan. That's why they became so close. Now, Ethan may have allowed it, but he didn't want your father to start using you, too. He knew you were too young, too small, and you would been hurt if your dad tried to use you that way. So, he did everything he could to keep your dad from bothering you. That's the only reason you were pushed away. Ethan only did it because he wanted to protect you. Because you were his brother and he loved you." As his head was tilted down, I couldn't see his facial expression. But he was silent for several moments, before he stood up from his spot on the floor. "No," he finally said, spitting his words carefully as he glared at me. "You really believe that? Our dad may have had some problems, but in this whole story they sold you, did no one explain that Ethan started the whole thing? He started it. Yeah, our dad had some weaknesses, but Ethan wrapped that man around his finger. He was constantly asking our dad for private time, and our father -- who was scared that Ethan was going to tell someone about what happened -- had to go along. Ethan's constant need ground him down, and then when our dad couldn't take Ethan any more, he left us all." Danny became more emotive, the anger in his voice rising. "Ethan seduces men and then takes them hostage. He did it to our dad. He did it to Craig. And he's doing it to..." But Danny quickly stopped talking. His eyes were aflame in his anger, staring me down as he spoke. Craig. Who is Craig? Wait -- I remembered: it was his old Assistant Scoutmaster from the Boy Scout Troop he belonged to. I remember that Ethan mentioned he had a few encounters with him, but why would that matter to Danny? Unless... "It's all Ethan!" he snarled. "He's gets a hard on for someone and then leeches onto them and uses them up until they run away. I am so sick and tired of watching him take and take and take! Well, I am the one who is taking now! If this is what it takes, then I can play his game, too! So, you will do what I say, and I will take and take and take anything I want -- from both of you -- and if you don't, then I'll tell them everything!" Danny's anger had turned into outrage. I finally grabbed his shoulders. "Danny, stop! You've understood everything all wrong!" I cried desperately, "He didn't do those things in the way you imagine!" Danny's arms flailed up and broke my grip on his shoulders. He stepped forward aggressively, hitting against me with his hands in a hard shove. It pushed me back a bit; his compact, wrestlers body had the strength to overpower my soft middle-aged dad-bod. "What the hell do you fucking know anyway?" he demanded. "You think you can come in here and just take charge of my family? Make my mother and Danny love you, and then try to dictate that I'm the one who is wrong? I've had to live in the shadow of him all my life, losing the people I care about because of him -- and you have the fucking nerve to tell me I have it wrong?!" Danny hauled back and punched my shoulder, hard. I staggered back again, in shock at his outburst. "Motherfucker! Don't fucking care about anything else or anyone else... you're just waiting for the next time you can fuck my brother's insatiable pussy! You're all alike!" He shoved against me violently, knocking me back. Luckily, I was close enough to Adam's bed that I was able stagger and fall to the mattress. That didn't seem to stop Danny, as he quickly straddled me in a dominant position. "Well, fuck Ethan! Fuck my dad! Fuck Craig! And, fuck you!" He raged hysterically, spitting down onto my face as he continued pounding his fists against my chest bitterly. It was becoming painful, and I tried to get my arms to grasp him, but he kept knocking them away. He was flushed red with excitement and anger as he beat against me, and I noticed tears in his eyes. "Danny..." I gasped, out of breath from his assault on my chest. "NO!" Danny cried out, shaking his head, squinting his eyes shut, "You are NOT going to make my cry! I will NOT (slam) allow myself to CRY (slam) over YOU (slam)!" I was short of breath and was starting to feel light headed. But I also felt Danny, straddled over me, starting to quake. His fists landed against me softer and slower until he just sat there, his palms flat and holding himself up. As I regained my breath, I heard Danny gasp raggedly on top of me, his head thrown back. He looked like he was locked in a silent scream. Finally, my auburn-haired beauty let out a wail of grief and sorrow that seemed to rattle the glass in the windows. As the call of his scream faded at the end of his breath, he collapsed defeated on my body. I felt his body shake from sobbing as the tears ran from his eyes. Still in pain, I slowly raised my arms and wrapped them around his quivering form. He flinched from my touch the first few times, but finally relaxed and allowed me to hold him. I must have embraced him for twenty minutes as I waited for him to calm down. His sobs died down to gentle weeping and after several more minutes he just lay there and sniffled. God, I thought, how many years of anger and frustration had he been holding in, all because of the beliefs he had about his brother. How easy it had been for his young mind to misinterpret the events around his father's actions, and how it had all warped and turned against Ethan as the author of his woe and loneliness. As Danny seemed to go quiet, I finally mustered the courage to speak. "Danny...." But before I could go further, Danny seemed to snap back into the present moment and remember where he was. Trying to collect his thoughts, he quickly rolled off me and stood. "I.... I have to go..." he said quickly, the heaviness of shame in his tone. This would be my only opportunity: I quickly sat up on the edge of the bed, reached out, and grabbed his wrist. Suddenly stopped, he turned towards me, his eyes full of conflict -- he couldn't decide if he should be mean or embarrassed. Before he could speak again, I pulled him towards me and kissed him. I held him firmly as I allowed my lips to press against his. I grabbed onto his arms as he struggled against me, trying to break free. But finally, after a minute, his body gave up its fight and he started relaxing into my grasp. His lips tentatively pressed against mine and then with the gentlest of movements, started kissing me back. Within minutes, he was now urgently and hungrily kissing me, his tongue starting some tentative explorations against my own. I dropped his wrists, which he then brought up to either side of my face, holding me still. Feeling him against me, finally unleashed of his anger and channeling all of his passion into our first kiss, I had never felt so aroused. With Ethan, he was experienced. But here was Danny, animalistic and throwing himself for the first time into his desires. This young alpha was now giving himself ardently and I felt his hard panting in my mouth as he tried to catch his breath. Finally, I reached up and cupped his cheeks and separated us briefly so I could gaze into his tear-streaked eyes. "Danny," I said quietly. "I'm not running away." His eyes locked onto mine, but they were flickering as he struggled to understand what I had just said. Finally, with a quiet sob, he asked, "Why? After everything I've done...?" Holding his gaze as steadily as I could, I admitted the truth. "Because I love you." His eyes were suddenly aflame again, and my compact, muscle-bound 13-year-old alpha-bully seemed to explode with a burst of energy and threw me backwards onto the bed again. He straddled me again, only this time ripping my shirt open. He ripped my shirt open! Ethan had never approached such abandonment even in the deepest of our passionate embraces. Once my chest and stomach were bare, he lay down on me again and continued our eager, devouring kisses. But he didn't stop there. He slobbered and kissed his lips up my jaw line, nuzzling and breathing into my ear. Then biting at my earlobe. Quickly, he moved to the other side and did the same, jutting his hot, wet tongue into my ear. It would have been tickling if hadn't been so forceful. He then returned to my lips and continued his desperate kissing. He was moving so quickly, it was as if he didn't know what he wanted to taste and wanted to everything at once. He broke our kiss after a few minutes, leaving me gasping and breathless as he dropped his head into the right side of my neck where it met the shoulder. First, he pressed himself against me and started sucking at my neck. He was sucking so hard, I was sure to have a deep purple hickey by tomorrow. But just as I got beyond the electric shock of his lips pressing against my neck, he suddenly shifted again and brought himself to my left side. Wrapping his mouth against the top edge of my shoulder, I could feel his tongue and -- suddenly -- his teeth! Sharp pain burst from my shoulder as Danny started biting into me. I gasped out loudly in shock, and I was left with the feeling that I was just some piece of carrion that a starving predator had now just discovered. Gasping heavily, Danny released himself from my shoulder, and I actually checked to see if he drew blood. Thankfully he hadn't, but in the meantime, he had slinked his way down off of me and the bed, and was settling on the floor by my feet. He was all over the place, as if he couldn't get enough! "Danny??" "Shut up," he muttered breathlessly. "Just shut up." His hands deftly went for my pants and in a flurry of movements had unlatched and opened my belt, my button, and had my fly almost ripped open. My throbbing cock made his movements difficult, but he finally grabbed the waistband of my pants and underwear at the same time and roughly yanked them down. The sudden pull and release on my aching hardon made it snap back into its free and upright position, sending a trail of precum flying through the air and landing on Danny's beautiful auburn hair. He roughly pulled down my pants and at my ankles above my shoes, my bare cock now standing before him for the first time. His eyes were wide as he took me all in and then reaching out to hold me in his left hand, leaned in close. Before I could adjust to what I was feeling, I felt the broad flat of Danny's wet tongue sink into the soft sweaty skin at the base of my balls and start a long, slow lick across my skin and up the shaft of my cock, until the tip of his tongue seemed to scoop up a gathering dollop of my precum. I collapsed backward onto my son's bed and surrendered to Danny's lust. After all his anger and resentment, he was unleashed. He licked at the tip of my dick a couple of times before pursing his lips and allowing the spongy bullet of my head slip into mouth. He didn't waste time tasting or exploring the way a new lover would; he pushed himself down as far as he could get it to go. I heard him gag deep in his throat before he pulled up again. My cock was enveloped in a hot wet suction, so hard it almost hurt. Quickly plunging himself up and down on my erection, eliciting fresh groans from me on each descent, I couldn't help but think that his boy I had always known as an anger-driven alpha bully who would stop at nothing -- not even violence -- to get what he wanted now only wanted one thing: my dick. My hands rest gently on his shoulders as his mouth worked athletically on my cock. Occasionally he seemed to choke on it, but he seemed to do it deliberately. Did he do it for himself? For me? Danny gave little whimpers as he sucked on me. His technique was unrefined and rough -- much like most of his sexual antics -- but his enthusiasm and desire were putting me over the edge. It was maelstrom of sensation around my cock and I was quickly building up to a massive orgasm. But suddenly, Danny pulled himself off of my cock, leaving it drenched with his saliva. As if he suddenly remembered he still had his clothes on, he stood at the bedside and pulled off his t-shirt and dropped his basketball shorts. There I once again saw his smooth alabaster cock, hard as steel, before me. Was this Danny's plan? Was he going to fuck me again? He wouldn't be able to open me up with my pants around my ankles. But no. Before I could consider what was happening, he was on the bed again and climbing over me, astride. That's when I understood his intentions. "No!" I gasped, "Danny... not like..." "I said, shut-up," he said, slapping my face. It was a firm slap, but not hard. It was playful. Danny was playful... but he knew what he wanted. As he stood over me, he reached back and took my dripping wet erection in his hand until I felt him pressing me up against him. I could feel a slick, slippery bump as my knob rubbed against what could only have been Danny's perfect ass, the hole I had eaten out deliriously on multiple occasions. Danny tentatively pressed me against him, and ever so slowly began sinking back onto me. There was a moment of resistance and it became so bad I was going to warn him he would hurt me. But before I could take in a breath to say the words, his hole gave way and my tip sank in. Two things happened at once: the head of my cock was enveloped in one of the tightest, clutching, and burning hot asses I had ever known, and Danny gave out a shriek of shock. I looked up at him pleadingly; I didn't want him to hurt himself in some effort to prove something. But he wasn't looking at me. His head was held high and back, his eyes closed, a complex expression of pain and relief dancing over his face. He was frozen for a minute, using the controlled breathing he had learned for weightlifting. I lay there, my own breathing haggard, wondering if I would be able to hold off long enough to make a few successful strokes before I exploded. Soon enough, I felt Danny quaking as he straddled me and started pressing himself down further onto my cock. I tried to say `no' again, but he just slapped me a second time. I could see his intense concentration as he slowly buried my prick deep into his ass. Possibly his virgin ass. I couldn't believe this... Danny was actually forcing his ass onto me, making me fuck him, here on my son's bed where he had roughly fucked me only a few days prior! Soon, I felt Danny's ass resting on my hips. He sat there quiet for a moment until he finally sighed a long "Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuccckk." And he did. First, I could feel his muscles deep inside tugging at me, clenching on me. He was flexing. It felt amazing -- I thought I would faint. Then his body started to grind against me. Finally, with the smallest of movements, I could feel him lift off ever so slightly before sinking down. Then again. And again. Bigger movement, deeper drop. I was fucking him. I was fucking Danny! I wasn't really, I knew. Danny was fucking himself on me. Even in this state, giving himself in ways he had never shown me before, Danny was still in the driver's seat. In control of every step, every flex, probably every drop of sweat pouring down his smooth teen body. Man, and I thought Ethan was a power bottom! He had nothing on Danny. Within a few minutes, Danny was bouncing on my cock, grunting and groaning. It felt tremendous, and I was surprised I had not already cum. But his movements were so forceful, there was a small edge of pain with the pleasure of each thrust, so it kept me from finishing too quickly. I was glad, as I was desperate to see where Danny took this. We writhed on my son's bed, his scent on the dirty sheets around us. But I didn't care. I gripped Danny's hips and helped to stabilize him as he fucked himself vigorously on me. His head was soaked with sweat, dripping from his bangs onto my body. "I want... I want you on top," he said out of nowhere. His voice was deep and assertive, but also full of need. With that, he stopped his motions and carefully lifted himself away from me. Beyond warnings, beyond caring, I rolled off the bed and stood, kicking off my shoes, my bunched-up pants, and the tattered remains of my shirt until I was naked. Danny had laid down after I got up, and took his position fully on the bed with his head resting on my son's pillow. I climbed up between his legs and as I got in close, Danny reached up with his hands and clutched at my chest. With a look of wildness in his eyes, suddenly he bared his nails and scratched his way down my chest to my tummy. Long red scratches immediately flushed against my skin as I slipped my hard cock inside him again. He gasped loudly as I rolled his hips up and sank into him all the way. "Fuuuuck," he sighed breathlessly. I began pumping into him, my body leaning over his, staring down at his face, wet with perspiration, his eyes still slightly puffy from his earlier tears. Without the force of Danny's thrusts, that edge of pain that held me off before was gone and I was sure I wouldn't last long. But while I could make love to Ethan - with long, languid strokes at a slow pace -- that was not the order of the day. In everything he had ever done or said, Danny was an animal and he wanted to be treated like one. I suddenly thrust into him hard, making him cry out in pain and pleasure. I did it again and again, Danny crying out each time. Then I started to quicken my pace, fucking him hard and fast with my swollen cock. Danny was gasping and so was I -- at my age, I wasn't used to this kind of marathon endurance. I was coated in sweat, and we were dripping all over my son's sheets. "I... I had.... No idea..." he whimpered, reaching up for me. I bent over, my face in the crook of his neck. While I knew I couldn't mark him before he went home to mom, I couldn't help myself but give him a quick love bite -- a junior version of what he gave me. He yelped. "Do... you... like... this... Daddy?" he whimpered at me, struggling with his breath. His role play was back, but I was too hot to worry about it. "I love this," I said, punctuating my feeling with a hard thrust of my seven-and-a-half inches into his opened 13-year-old ass. He yelped again. "What do... you love?" "Holding you so close ... kissing you... feeling you... tasting you... fucking you." "Who am I?" he begged, punctuated with little grunts. Even in the thralls of sex, quickly building to climax, he had the games playing in his head. "Danny," I said absent-mindedly. "No!" With his assertive tone, I remembered what he wanted to hear. He had taught me the other day. Even now, he was still in control. "My son. I love fucking my son!" With those words, Danny squealed in release as I felt his load splattering between us, our bellies rubbing together. The spasms of his orgasm made his already tight sphincter clench and milk at my cock, and was the last straw before I saw stars. My ears were ringing as every ounce of fluid inside me was rocketed deep inside him. I was shuddering. I was gasping. And I couldn't stop fucking. "My baby boy, I love fucking you. I love fucking my beautiful boy!" I gasped as I continued my thrusts, a thin froth of churned cum coating my steel hard cock. The words seemed to cause Danny to spasm again, and his second orgasm triggered my own. Another wave tore through me and suddenly in the heat and rush of our animalistic rutting, I felt an ache deep down in my balls. They felt pummeled, and I wondered if the well had gone dry. I was suspended over Danny, our bodies desperately trying to come down from the ecstasy of our double-orgasms. I was pressed deep into Danny as his legs fell slack to the side. Our breaths started to slow until he lay there quietly. Finally, he opened his eyes and smiled at me. Without a word, he pulled me to him and we kissed again. This time it wasn't the frantic urgentness of our first time. We were slow, sensual, and I allowed Danny to relax into the pleasure that was around us. But as we relaxed, the tiredness started to overtake us. I gently removed myself from his now well-used, red and swollen anus. I climbed up beside him, forced close to him by the narrowness of the twin bed, and we kissed again. I looked down and saw Danny's belly -- it was shiny with a copious load of his cream. I reached down and swiped up large streak with my forefinger and brought it to my mouth, sucking at his flavor. It tasted of his rank, musky body and the pungent sweet-salty tang of his ejaculate. I swiped another finger and this time brought it to his mouth. Looking right at me without a moment of hesitation, he sucked my finger into his mouth and his tongue lapped it clean. As I removed my finger, I saw a twinkle of mischievousness in his eye. Lifting a leg, he reached down and slipped two fingers into his dripping hole. After finger-fucking himself for a few moments, he lifted his sticky hand to his face and quickly slurped them up as he continued to look right at me. Once clean, he drove them into his ass again, once again finger-fucking himself. After a groan of pleasure, he lifted his fingers and, staring right at me -- daring me, lifted them to my face. Not looking away, I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers inside me. I was lapping up my own thick and well-churned load from his fingers, tinted with the flavor of Danny's deepness. Since that time Danny had forced me to eat his own cum from his brother's ass, I was a little less skittish about the idea of anal tastes. I could have nursed on Danny's fingers for hours, but once they were clean, he pulled them from my mouth and replaced them with his lips. Our mouths smashed together urgently as we tasted one another's loads from our tongues and lips. In a final gasp of exhaustion, Danny fell back from our kiss and his head relaxed into the pillow. His eyes closed gently, and I relaxed beside him. Our juices were all over the bed... dripping from Danny's stomach as well as what was dripping from his hole. The sheets were soaked in our sweat, and beneath that I could still smell my son. My head was floating in our post-coital bliss and I didn't even care I could smell my 10-year-old Adam on us. I felt the roller-coaster with Danny may finally have been over and after two weeks of being tossed around in the chaotic storm he had brought into my life, perhaps the clouds were now starting to break up. As I slipped into sleep beside this beautiful strong boy, I felt like finally I could relax. Little did I know. Author's Note: This chapter was a little longer than usual, but I hope it was worth it. More to come! -- Mobius (mobius2021@protonmail.com) Other Nifty Stories by Mobius: The Brotherhood - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/the-brotherhood-redux/