Date: Mon, 26 Mar 2018 02:27:45 -0700
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Your Romeo, chapter one

Hey guys!!

Some of you have asked if I have written other stories for Nifty. Yes, I
have. I'm listed as a Prolific Author on the site, so just click on the
Prolific Authors section and search for "Ryan White".

I live in South Africa now, but I read about something like in this story
happening in America, my home country, a few years ago. A young guy found
out his entire life had been a lie, and when he actually met his true
family, he fell head over heels for his biological sister.

Since this is a GAY archive, I've used the same idea, but I've changed the
genders and the ages of the characters involved. Hope you enjoy reading it
as much as I did in writing it.

Wanna chat about the story?? Anytime xx
Just send me an email to liciousryan@gmail.com
Or follow\DM me on Twitter @LiciousRyan1


YOUR ROMEO
CHAPTER ONE

"Been waiting for you. What the hell went on yesterday? I called you like
three times and you didn't answer?"

Brady was angry at his best friend for ignoring him but naturally he would
probably forgive him for anything. Himself and James have been friends for
over five years now. You can't just throw that away because someone didn't
call you back. But he would really like an answer because he had waited for
James the whole late afternoon, when he could have visited his mom. He even
forgot about an appointment he had with his life coach because he knew
James was counting on him.

"Dude...you need to chill. I was busy, okay? I can't be where you want,
when you want all the time. Just...you have other friends. I mean..."

"Yeah James, what exactly do you mean? Because this sounds like Jemima is
actually speaking through you. Dude, what has happened to us? Ever since we
met her, you've treated me like dirt!"

Brady didn't wanna cry. He really wanted to show James he wasn't a weak
pussy. But damn, James had been there for him when he really needed a
friend. However, suddenly at the start of the new school term, a transfer
student called Jemima turned up and made her way into their lives. From the
moment Brady and James met her, they saw the other girls appeared to shun
her. She wasn't "girly" enough for them. She didn't gossip or worried where
her next shopping binge would be happening. She wanted to be one of the
boys it seemed because mostly, she spent lunch times at school chilling
with them. All in all, Brady really liked her at first.

But little, by little, Jemima seemed to try her best to phase him
out. Subtle things, like getting two tickets for the new Jumanji movie,
claiming it was sold out, so only she and James could go...not telling
Brady about James and her having earned detention and having him worry
where the hell his best friend was all afternoon...and finally, he began to
notice that James started to do the same. Jemima would post pictures of
them on Instagram hanging out or check into places on Facebook without
having told him they had plans. Oh wait...not exactly true.. Jemima's half
ass attempt to use the excuse that they "didn't wanna bother Brady before
his doctor's appointment" was ALMOST believable.

REALLY??

And the reason he was so angry with James now, was that the latter promised
that they would go and see Brady's mom in hospital. She had a bad accident
a couple of days ago, and even though James was there for him during this
difficult time, you could see that his body might have been with Brady, but
not his brain. Like he really wanted to be somewhere else, but because
Brady's mom was in hospital he HAD to be there, kinda way? He was supposed
to go and see his mom yesterday, because she wanted to tell him something
important, but he had already arranged to meet up with James, and his mom
understood that, and knew the two friends had to talk. But James never
turned up. Never called to say why. He couldn't even bother with sending
him one message on WhatsApp, even though James had been online most of the
afternoon. He really wanted to talk to James alone, without Jemima
interfering, like they used to. They had been through so much. He was
losing his best friend. He knew it.

"How many times have we been through this, can you leave Jemima alone? She
has done nothing to you. You know, she's right. You don't want me to have
other friends, much less a fucking girlfriend..."

"Wait what? When did I say that? I didn't even know you guys were dating
now!" Brady ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. What the hell
was happening?? Now they were dating?

"Dude...never knew you could be such a good liar. Jemima said she told
you. Said you didn't look happy. Now I know why," James said, his voice
cracking with anger. Brady was stunned. Jemima was pure evil. This was
insane.

"James, listen to me. Listen carefully because I'm only saying this
once. Jemima never, ever told me you were dating. She's lying! How can I be
upset with something which I didn't even know about?"

"Dude, whatever. Why would Jemima lie? She's been nothing but cool with
us. Anyway, we're dating. Get used to it," James said before turning around
and walking away. Something inside Brady broke. He clenched his fists until
they resembled miniature rocks.

"Hey James..."

James stopped walking, but he didn't look back at his former best friend.

"Next time you kiss your girlfriend, remember to tell her that you told me
only two weeks ago that you loved ME."

That made James turned around. He looked at Brady with what could only be
described as hate of the very purest kind. Brady's chest heaved. His heart
rate quickened. He had never been so angry. James walked towards him and
looked directly into Brady's eyes.

"You tell her anything, and I will ruin you. This is not five years ago
when we needed trauma counciling. This is not when you were the only friend
I had. I was confused. You MADE me confused. Know why me and Jemima started
to ignore you? Because being gay is a sin. God hates people like you. And
so do I. I never wanna talk to you again."

Jemima. Suddenly it all made sense. Her father was a reverend. A man of
God. It all fitted. It was like she had possessed him. James jogged away
from him. Along with their friendship.

*****

His fists were raw. It was bleeding all over the living room carpet. He was
crying so badly, that snot was all over his face. He had never felt pain
like this before. Five years ago, his mom insisted taking him to a child
psychologist, because at the age of 10, he started having the same terrible
nightmare over and over. He dreamed he was in a giant pool of water with
screams that could be heard for decades. Suddenly warm hands encircled him
from behind and it was pulling him away from the cries for help. Every time
he had that dream he woke up in a cold, manical panic. All that could
reassure him that it was just another bad dream, was the sound of his
mother's voice. As a young boy, her soothing tones always somehow managed
to have him drift back to sleep. That's how he and James had met. The
latter boy had too, experienced trauma in his young life when his dad was
shot and killed right in front of him during an armed robbery at the local
pet shop.

When they were old enough, they were referred to the same life coach, to
talk about their problems. Eventually the two boys was destined to meet and
eventually become friends. Even at 13 years of age, Brady knew that James
was a special guy. He always tried to force a smile, and when he did, Brady
would experience a warm feeling in his chest. The first time they knew
there was more than friendship between them was during their first
sleepover at James's house. He hadn't experienced a bad dream for so long,
that his mom didn't worry about having Brady sleeping over at another
house...but it happened. Since they were at James's house, for the first
time since he started having these dreams, his mother was not there to calm
him down.

Instead it was his best friend, James, who placed his arms protectively
around Brady, and gently rubbed his back, whispering that everything would
be okay. Took a while for Brady to calm down, and when he did, James was
there. He saw the love the boy had for him in the latter's youthful
eyes. The two boys couldn't help themselves. They had grown as close as
only best friends could. And somehow, that evolved into way, way more. The
kiss was out of this world, the first kiss for either boy in their
lives. James held him so gently and lovingly, Brady leaned his forehead
against his best friend's and immediately fell back asleep. The following
morning, when he woke up, his head was on James's chest. James in turn was
running his fingers through Brady's hair. The two boys realised what love
was in human form. It was the best time of their lives.

That same best friend was the bastard who just dumped Brady as a friend and
boyfriend because his girlfriend's father pumped a load of crap into
him. Brady cleaned up his fists and blotchy red face as best he could. His
mom was still not ready to come home. When the car hit her during the
accident, she landed on her head, and had been in a semi coma for two
days. Luckily the doctors didn't seem too worried about her brain receiving
injuries. But he did wonder why his mom wanted to see him so urgently.

As he locked the front door and slammed the safety gate closed, he saw a
boy who looked kinda his own age, watching him. He didn't take his eyes off
of Brady once. Brady looked away after a while, creeped out just a
little. He didn't think much of it until he was seated at the back of the
bus on his way to the hospital, when he saw that the boy had also gotten
on. Just a few moments before the bus stopped at the hospital, the boy got
up and asked the driver to stop. Brady slowly blew out his breath. What the
hell was the kid's deal? He was all for making new friends...well...new
boyfriends maybe...after all the kid was fucking sexy to say the least but
no...he was creepy as horse shit. But still, if the boy wanted to speak to
him, why didn't he? Why follow him and then just...STARE at him? Brady
shook his head. After James, he couldn't deal with this right now.

As he entered his mother's hospital room, he immediately saw something was
wrong. His mother was crying and holding a piece of paper in her hand.

"Mom?" Brady walked over to her and gave her a hug.

"Brady...I didn't want you to see me like this. I asked Pat at work to send
me this email. Look, sit down. I have to tell you this before its too
late."  Brady's heart sank.

"Too late? Is something wrong? Are you dying? Oh my god, are you dying?"

The fifteen year old was displaying all the classic symptoms of a panic
attack. His mom reached over and placed her hand on his arm. She gently
caressed it, slowly and lovingly. Flashes of his mom calming him down
during his nightmares drifted through his brain. His mom was here. He was
safe. Slowly, but surely, Brady started to calm down. His chest was still
heaving but it was slowing down by the minute. His mom pulled him into
another hug and gently rubbed his back.

"Baby...listen. Carefully. Nothing to be worried about, but the
neurosurgeon found a small lump at the back of my brain during the
examinations. If that car hadn't hit me, I'd still be walking around
without knowing I have a brain tumour. Relax sweetie...They can fix
this. The tumour is small enough to operate on. I'm lucky, baby. They
caught this early and its treatable. The only thing is..."

Suddenly his mother was quiet. Brady looked up from the hug and once
against noticed the paper in her hand.

"What's this?" He croaked out in a broken voice.

"Baby listen. Whilst the doctor doesn't think I'm in any sort of life
threatening danger, removing the tumour can mean me losing some of my
memory. And if that happens, I dunno if I can look after you. Its not that
something WILL go wrong, but there is a fairly good chance my memory will
be affected after the operation. Its just how it works with these things
and where the tumour is. And if so...I probably won't remember who you
are. Or...or about this."

She handed Brady the paper. It was a printed email sent to a South African
email address.

"I don't understand. What's it about?" Brady didn't wanna cry. His mom
could be losing her memory permanently after the operation, he wasn't
thinking clearly. He didn't know what to do.

"You read it. I'm too tired, baby. You read that, and we'll talk later. I
promise. I love you, baby."

*****

The boy was back. Brady didn't even notice. He was reading the same few
sentences over and over and still the email refused to make sense to his
fifteen year old mind. The boy however had an idea of what was going
through Brady's soul right now. Because only a week ago, he had probably
received the same news as what Brady was reading right now.

Brady blew out his nose and started to read the email one final time.

"Dear Van der Linde family.

I hope this email reaches you, and finds you well. For fifteen years I have
done you an incredible injustice, and I need to tell you the
truth. Fourteen years ago, your family vacationed in the United
States. Michigan to be exact. During your stay you hired a boat at the
amusement park where I worked at as a server. That afternoon a huge
thunderstorm appeared and before we could get back to shore, it struck the
boat, causing it to capsize. I saw two babies being washed away from you,
they were so small and fragile. I managed to grab one of them, but the
other was too far away. Rescue teams eventually arrived and flew took me to
shore in a helicopter. I was dazed and confused, and I left the park before
anyone noticed. I read about the incident in the newspaper days after. How
the baby's parents had died and only one baby was found alive. The other
was presumed missing and had possibly drowned. A representive of the family
came from South Africa to claim the bodies aswell as the baby who survived.

Why am I writing and confessing this now? Because I have an operable brain
tumour, however if something during the operation goes wrong, I may lose my
memory, and I don't want to take my son...your missing baby boy, away from
getting to know his real family. He is a beautiful boy of fifteen years. He
looks exactly like his father back then. It is time for him to get to know
you, his true heritage, his real family.

I am ready to accept my fate and punishment, and in time, I hope you can
forgive a young woman, who medically, was told she could never have kids,
and thought this was the only way she could ever be a mother.

PS...he kept on saying "Braddy" as a small child. So I decided to call him
Brady.

Kind regards, Mary Thomas Michigan United States of America

***** Brady dropped the email. Mary Thomas wasn't his mother. Brady wasn't
his real name. He wasn't even American. He once spoke another language. He
was South African born, his real family died here whilst on vacation...yet
he never left the country. Instead Mary Thomas, the woman who he known as
his mother all his life, was a fraudster who stole a baby simply because
she couldn't have one of her own. He was shaking with rage, as a few tears
fell from his eyes.

His true last name was Van der Linde. Sounded Dutch to him. He knew there
was Caucasian people living in South Africa. They thought he drowned as a
baby all these years. He closed his eyes as he relieved the awful, horrible
dream which has haunted him for years. Now it made sense. The water around
him, the warmth of something pulling him away from it all...only it wasn't
a dream. It was reality. He was etched in an ocean as a baby and Mary
Thomas saved him only to claim him as her own.

Brady saw a shadow before him and he looked upwards. That boy...the sexy,
handsome boy from before was kneeling before him. God...his eyes were
green...and so beautiful. Where did he come from? The boy reached out and
grabbed Brady's shoulder. The latter shuddered as electricity swept through
him. The boy smiled.

"I've finally found you. Your mom sent an email to us. I think its
you. Yes. You have granddad's eyes. I'm your twin brother...Romeo.


****

CLIFFHANGER!! Well you must have wondered why this story is in the INCEST
archive and now you know hahahaha

If you enjoyed it please lemme know?? That way I have some idea what
direction to go further.

liciousryan@gmail.com