Counting

Chapter 15

by Tux

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Hey guys it's Tux and I can't express the joy that I have that you all love reading my story. I wasn't really sure in the beginning but working with Andrew, he built my confidence and I wrote my story down. I'm so excited to keep writing the story and bringing you more emotional connection, drama, and victories for young AJ and Zack. After writing so far into the story, I've become very attached to AJ and Zack, more than I thought I was going to be able to, and I look forward to sharing the rest of his story with you.

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Chapter 15 - Rule One

AJ

Waking up, I pick up Zack's arm, and scoot myself from under his weight with one thought... I have to pee. I grab my glasses and put them on while I pinch my penis tip, so I don't pee my briefs, again. Twenty-three steps later, and I reach the second floor. My knees are pinched as tightly as I can, and I'm not sure I can limp down the hall without peeing myself. I hop up and down and decide to make a break for it... and... I make it, sort of. I peed a little in my briefs, but not much. I hope no one is up because I didn't have time to close the door. "Aaaaaaahhhh," I sigh with relief.

Shaking my penis like Zack showed me, no more than three shakes because others will think you're playing with it. I inspect how much of a mess I make in my underwear and realize I have to change them back in the room. So, I tuck my penis in my briefs. At least I don't have to worry about the dribble dripping down my leg like it does when I wear boxers. There is always dribble, Zack says, and I shouldn't worry, but what he doesn't know is that on nights like tonight, I would have peed everywhere if I was wearing boxers. Feeling better with an empty bladder, I walk myself out of the bathroom as I fix my glasses to fit my face better, and I run into someone in the hall and fall down.

Reaching for my glasses and putting them back on, I realized I had run into Zeke. He is apologizing, but I don't have my hearing aid in, so it's nothing but mumbling to me. I groggily whisper while yawning, "It's okay, Zeke." After my yawn, I get a better look at him. Zeke is naked and holding an arm full of clothes. His penis grabs my attention. I look at it and it seems longer than normal, but orange. Suddenly, it became longer and longer, pointing at the floor. Then it splits in half and the orange part falls to the floor with a plop, like a snake shedding its skin, and it splats out some cum.

"Why are you naked?" I say, a little louder than I should.

Zeke begins to panic and grabs at my legs, trying to pull me closer to him. "Shhhhh little bro, be quiet!" He whispers, and I can't make out what he's saying, but his meaning is unmistakable.

Panic wakes me up instantly, and I shout, "Why are you coming out of Missy's room!" Her head pops out of her door and... SHE IS NAKED TOO!! "No, no, no, but you're supposed to be my brother?!" I shouted.

Zeke drops his clothes and grabs at me with both hands as I kick him back. Missy quietly enjoys the show until he turns back to her and says something to her. She laughs and goes back into her room.

I take this moment to get up, run down the hall, slipping in the cum and hurting my messed up leg, but I reach the stairs anyway. As I climb, I count the stairs. At nineteen steps, the room begins to spin from the pain in my leg and it buckles. I crash into the handrail and fall a few steps. Over my shoulder, I can see Zeke beginning to climb the stairs. I get up and rush up the remaining steps on all fours, shouting the whole way, "No, no, you're supposed to be my brother! You're supposed to protect me! No, no, no!"

Zack

"AJ!" I wake up yelling in response to his screaming. I searched the bed, and he's gone! "AJ, where are you?" I ask out loud and jump out of the bed in a hurry, tumbling to the floor. I hear something falling down the stairs, and I untangle my legs from the sheets and head to the stairs. As I got to the bedroom door, AJ burst through it, knocking us both down.

His glasses landed on the floor over by me, and I sat upright, picking them up. "AJ, are you okay?" AJ sits up on his knees with his hands in his hair. He is shaking his head back and forth, crying. He is most definitely not okay.

I rush to him and he slaps me across the face as he yells real loud, "No, no, no, you're supposed to be my brother!!" He quickly crawls over to the balusters, feeling his way there. He begins to count the rails and mutters the numbers. To make things even more confusing, Zeke comes through the door and tries to talk to AJ, but is slapped away also.

"Zeke... Zeke? Why are you naked and why do you stink?"

"Ummm, well AJ was using the bathroom... and I was coming to use it too..."

"Why would you use the upstairs bathroom?" I ask as I check back with AJ. He seems content with counting the balusters, and I'm thinking I need to do something soon.

"Well... I might have been... upstairs already..."

"Upstairs, where would you be sleeping upsta...," The dominos begin to fall into place: him upstairs, the way he smells, and the rush of feelings from him that I'm having a hard time ignoring. "YOU FUCKED MISSY AND AJ SAW YOU WITH HER!!" I lost my mind and I leaped on him and started swinging. We roll over and tip over a table by the coat rack, causing AJ to scream and grab his hair. Zeke swings and connects with my nose, and I strike him in the eye. I knee Zeke in the nuts and then two giant hands grab us by the arms, pulling us apart.

"What is going on up here?" In his boxers, Dad asked. "Alice is trying to sleep... Zeke why are you naked?"

"Cause he fucked Missy and AJ saw him!" I yell out of anger! "Now look at him!" I pull my arm from dad's grip and wrap up my boyfriend and hold on for dear life.

I scowl at Zeke and dad says, "Try to keep him quiet and calm him down. If you need help, come get me. If you can do it, put him to bed, and you..." He jerks Zeke's arm, making him drop his clothes. "...are coming with me."

AJ thrashes in my hug and is yelling, "Sixty-two, Sixty-two, Sixty-two, Sixty-two..." as he tries to keep counting the rails.

"I know... I know, please calm down AJ." I plead. I take hold of the silver chain around his neck and hold the ring in front of his face, "Look AJ, look at the ring." He takes it from me and begins to count the times I spin the ring on the chain. Soon I began to feel him slow down. I said right in his ear, "You're okay, I've got you. It's me AJ. I love you. Please calm down."

Eventually, he lays his head on my shoulder and whispers, "Zack... Zeke loves Missy more than me..." AJ begins to cry harder, "...he doesn't like me anymore."

"It's okay. Let's get you in bed." I release him from my grip, and he turns around, wraps his arms around my neck, and lays his head on my shoulder. I pick him up and carry him the short distance to the bed. Taking off his glasses, I put them down on the nightstand. I laid him down on the bed gently. I get the covers off the floor, and make sure he has enough before I crawl in next to him. He automatically scoots into me so we can spoon. We cuddle up and he mumbles a little before trailing off and crying himself to sleep.

Three hours later, I walk down forty-eight stairs after I empty my bladder and brush my teeth, thirty-five times on each side. This counting habit is driving me nuts. Maybe I should talk to Doctor Ford. Walking past the couch, I feel the cold chill of the main floor and I take the blanket that rests on the couch's back, wrapping it around my shoulders. Getting to the stool next to AJ's, I hike my butt on it and fix my blanket to cover me. I crossed my arms on the bar and laid my head on them. Soon, the kitchen door opens and dad walks in. He shakes the snow off his jacket and hangs it up. On his way to get more coffee, he greets me, "Good morning, Zack."

"Morning dad," I mumble as I raise my head a little. "Can I come out and help with the chores?"

He comes over with his cup of coffee and looks me over, "You know, you're not cleared to do chores yet, but soon. Hold on." He comes over and sits across from me. Then he reaches over and rubs my head. "You look terrible. How's AJ?"

I give an exhausted sigh, "I just got him to sleep for the third time. He's up every thirty minutes or so," I move my head into position so I can watch dad as he drinks. "I'm exhausted, I didn't get any sleep after Zeke's stupid sex romp. Man, he's lucky you pulled me off."

Dad sets his coffee cup on the bar and says, "Sex romp--that's not how he said it happened." My curiosity peeks and I sit up and I ask him what his story is. "Zeke claims he was sound asleep when Missy came into his room and woke him up, telling him she had something to show him. He says he didn't want to go, but she was... convincing..." he leaves the sentence hanging and raises his eyebrows, leaving me to figure it out. My face wrinkles in disgust, "Oh yuk, not first thing in the morning, please." Dad laughs at me and continues, "Anyway, he eventually agrees, and she leads him by the hand up to her room. She claims her bed is bigger and that was the reason that convinced him that it was best if they did it in her room. He heard somebody in the hallway, he... finished, and then hurried out, trying to get downstairs before he was seen."

"...and then he literally ran into AJ." I interrupted him finishing his sentence. I'm thinking it over and can see it happening just like he said. "Wait! Doesn't that mean Missy could be pregnant?" I ask disgustingly.

"Nope," says dad definitely. He puts a box on the bar and looks at me with a grin.

"Hey, those are my orange rubbers! I was wondering where those were?" I say reaching for them.

But dad slaps his hand on the box, stopping me from getting it. "...Zack, why did you keep these?" He asks just before he drinks from his cup.

Looking embarrassed, my eyes shift around the room so as not to make eye contact with him, but I am drawn to his eyes just the same. "I don't know," I answer with a shrug. "I just wanted to have them, I guess. They're for sex, right? I just thought me and AJ... would... you know, play with them. Can I have them back?"

He grins and holds my gaze, then laughs a little and says, "That's a no, you sex-crazy teenager. "They're too big for you anyway," he says, taking them and giving me one last look before laughing again. He puts his coat on and slips my rubbers into his pocket and heads out to restart his chores, but he stops at the door. "You know, the funny thing is, Missy says Zeke just showed up in her room, bare naked, and forced himself on her... Does that sound like your brother?"

The door closes and I hold the blanket tighter around my body as the cold Montana wind sneaks in past him. I think his words over, `No, that isn't what I felt. When I woke up, disgust and shame washed over me and then quickly turned into panic.'

I hike the blanket higher on my shoulders and slide off the stool. Going over to the pantry, I retrieve the cereal, Captain Crunch of course, the only cereal that's a challenge to eat, and a pop tart, cinnamon, the only good flavor, and put them on the bar. Mom walks into the kitchen and gives me a hug as I return from the fridge. I lean into her and accept all the affection I can get right now.

I don't show any willingness to pull away. Memories of being held by my mother whenever the world is weighing my shoulders down flood my mind. My tears begin to fall and soon my breathing becomes unstable and my fear of losing AJ last night, my betraying brother, and that bitch for starting it all comes out for the world to see. My body begins to shake and I feel hysterical.

Mom tightens her grip and says soothingly, "I know, I know...," she takes the milk and sets it on the bar. I wrap both my arms around her and continue crying. "It's hard to always be strong in front of someone, isn't it." That's all it took for the walls to come down, and she kneels, holding me properly. I can't stop crying and the tears are blurring my vision. I feel betrayed by my brother, not strong enough to protect AJ, and lost on how to keep AJ from hating Zeke or even if I should try.

I mumble, "Zeke didn't do what you think he did."

She pulls me from her and looks into my eyes and wipes them so I can see. "I know you want to protect your brother..."

"No ma'am, I gave him that black eye and I would have given him another one to match the first one if dad hadn't pulled me off. But I'm telling you... I can't really explain it, but we're connected and I can feel his strong emotions. He's always disgusted when he's with Missy. He's as gay as I am, mom, I swear. Having sex with Missy couldn't have been his idea. All I'm asking is, give his side some thought. You've been so nice to our family. Like me, he'd never lie to you."

She studies my eyes and says, "You know what, how about some real breakfast. Put the cereal and that nasty pop-tart away. How about pancakes?" Mom dries my tears once again, and gives me a loving swat on the butt, pushing me towards the bar to get the cereal.

I'm not back on my stool for very long, and AJ climbs on his and leans over onto my shoulder. His eyes are heavy and his lips are pouty, like at any minute he could start crying. Noticing he isn't wearing his hearing aid, I sign to him, `Hey buddy, still can't sleep?' I ask, stating the obvious. Mom looks over at us and watches AJ shake his head.

`I can't sleep without you in bed with me,' AJ states plainly.

I give his leg a little squeeze and sign, `After breakfast, we can try again. Did you brush your teeth after you peed,' and he shook his head `No.' `Well, you know you can't eat breakfast with morning breath and I'm definitely not going to kiss you.' He huffs and slides off his stool, causing his briefs to be pulled all the way up his butt-crack, showing me those two perfect globes. He groggily walks back upstairs, all bow-legged as he tries to pull it out.

Mom looks at me and smiles. I look embarrassed and say, "Kids," as if that answers everything. I get up, get the orange juice, and two glasses. I poured us two glasses and put it back in the refrigerator. About the time the pancakes are placed in the bar, AJ is back, and I pull his face to mine and kiss him passionately.

"Okay, come on you two, your pancakes are getting cold," mom says with a little laugh. We pull apart slowly and a single string of spittle of proof of our intimacy hangs in between our lips, and we both smile. When it breaks, we erupt in giggles. "Eat, you two," she says one more time and we dig in.

Jack

I heave another hay bail up on the stacked hay in the corner of the barn. Zeke grabs the bail and hikes it up in place. I can tell he's dying to talk about him and Missy, but he keeps losing his cool and talking himself out of it. I drag the last bail to the stack and see he's not paying attention, lost in thought, so I toss it up and it collides with him knocking him and the bail back.

"Something on your mind there, sex machine?" He gets to his feet and already looks embarrassed.

"Uncle Jack... I'm so sorry," he says as he sits down, "She told me she would... she said it felt different than gay stuff and I would thank her later. I figured, since I was using a rubber, I was safe to just do it and get it over with . She has a..." he trails off and is hiding something.

I look at my oldest nephew and study his face with its black eye. He is sorry and it isn't embarrassment. His whole body shows shame. He almost acts and looks as if he was raped. "Do you even like Missy?" There it is, the same look of disgust that I get from Zack when he talks about her. "Zeke, are you unsure if you are gay?"

He thinks and says, "Not any more."

I decide to hit him with Missy's story, "Missy says that you were just standing at the foot of her bed, naked, and raped her. Is that what happened?"

He jumps down to me and begins to cry, "No, that isn't what happened. I'm telling the truth! I swear! I would never do that! I didn't even want to fuck her! She made me do it! You've got to believe me!" He's freaking out. He's telling the truth. That's for sure. I wrap my arms around him and try to comfort him, but he's letting it all go. I move him over to a hay bail and sit him down. He won't let me go, and he's sobbing uncontrollably. He's always the strong one, the one that Zack always leans on. I think he's at his limits. The connection we have is a strong one, heck, it's like my mini-me. He tries so hard to be as emotionally strong and as responsible as I am, but doesn't understand that hiding your emotions isn't healthy. He's dealing with an adult-sized problem, and it's crushing him.

"Look, it was smart of you to wear the rubber, but your brother is pretty upset that you took them without asking."

He sits up and wipes his tears, wincing as he wipes the black eye, then says, as a matter of fact, "Yeah, his right hook showed me how upset he is. Well it's too bad, I wasn't going to stick my dick in Missy's cun... I mean... pussy?" He waits and prepares for the slap of my hand, but when it doesn't come, he continues, "...without a rubber, even if it made her angry." He seems to be collecting himself from his breakdown, for now at least. Taking a deep breath, he sighs and says softly, "Everyone hates me now, don't they?"

I put my arm on his shoulder and pulled him closer. "No one hates you. I won't lie to you, some family members are pretty mad, but we'll see what we can do to fix some of it at least." We stand up and I fix his winter coat by brushing off the hay dust and random hay that clings to it. "I've going inside, you fill the troughs, feed and saddle the horses, and get the steers out of the barn. We're taking out the herd at sunrise, then I have to hurry back to the estate. I'll ride back in the afternoon to help you bring them back." I mess up his hair and place his cowboy hat on his head. He hugs me one more time and then rushes off to start on his chore list.

Putting on my cowboy hat, I head back to the house to talk to Alice. I open the door and the cold wind follows me in. Zack reacts quickly and covers up the almost naked AJ with his blanket after he gets off the couch. "Sorry, sorry," I say and I take my cup from the countertop and fill it with coffee. I take a drink, then set it down to take off my jacket and hat.

"Morning Jack," Alice says, but I can hear that there is something missing from her voice this morning. Her eyes shift to the boys at the bar, then back to me, "Can we talk?" She asks and leads me out of the room, and I give AJ a little hug, then mess up his bed head worse than it is. He giggles and engulfs a forkful of pancakes, dripping syrup all over his chin. Spinning around to tell the boys, "Hey, Zack, make sure you two take a shower," and when AJ turns away, I mouth `Pee' and point at my crotch. Zack moves his head closer to AJ's crotch and sniffs. He sits up real quick and reacts when he smells it. He gives me a nod and mouths `Okay'.

I hurry to catch up with Alice. She takes me into the bedroom, and I shut the door. I begin to talk as she walks over to the large picture of the kids over the fireplace. "Hey, I know the last thing you want to hear is me sticking up for my boy, but I've raised this kid for seven years, I know when he's lying..."

Alice feels under the picture frame, and I hear a click, then it moves to the right. I lock the door and she says, "...oh I know he's not lying, watch this." Behind the picture is one big monitor and three little ones underneath the larger one. She picks up a remote and clicks it. The big monitor comes to life with a view from over Alice's door down the hallway on the second floor. Then the three smaller ones click on, and one is the kitchen, covering the back door, the middle screen is the living room and front door, and the last one is the front of the house.

Suddenly, Zack is yelling for me from the hall, and I roll my eyes as Alice laughs a little. I open the door and poke my head out so Zack doesn't see the monitors. "What? Why are you yelling?" He hurries to me and my eyes look down at the extremely hard dick under his towel. I look up at Zack's eyes and see the lust in my teenager's eyes. I ask, with a sigh, "Really? In the shower?"

Zack's little face is so cute when he begs, "Please! I need this, we need this!"

My hand goes to my face, and I laugh to myself, and decide, "Fine- go! But no screaming!" Reaching out, I took him by surprise by grabbing his towel. He tries to grab it, but then he lets go and hams it up by moonwalking backwards, causing his hard-on to bob up and down, and giving me a fist pump.

"Yes! Thank you!" He cheers, then turns and hurries back into the bathroom. He's the emotional twin, and I'm so thankful for the connection we have. Out of the two twins, he is the one who has every emotion written on his face.

I close the door and I'm sure I look embarrassed, "Sorry about that, Rule One."

She laughs at me and at our situation, then adds, "My daughter and your son, my youngest and your other son... well at least Zack asked." Then her laughing turns to crying. I rush to her and hold her.

"It's okay, we'll get through this. What are you going to show me?"

Alice wipes her tears away and gives me a nod that she's okay. She motions to the screens, saying, "Watch the second floor camera," she says, and we both concentrate on it. Soon, Missy comes out of her room and heads downstairs. The time stamp says 3:00am. We watch her walk through the living room and kitchen. Alice gives me a look and says, "Sorry, I didn't mean to jump all over you last night. Keep watching." At 3:15am, the monitor shows her coming into the kitchen, and pulling behind her is a very groggy Zeke. In the living room, he pulls his hand away and turns to go back to bed when Missy re-grabs his hand, pulls up her nighty, and places it on her girl parts. Soon as this happens, he wakes up enough to realize where his hand is, he turns back and pulls it away, wiping it on his pajamas in a horrifying way . "Look, he is disgusted, poor guy," Alice says with a sympathetic tone.

"Well, he is gay," I say and give her a little shrug.

Looking back at the monitors, Alice says, "This is the best part." Out of her nighty pocket, Missy pulls out a piece of paper. Zeke looks at it, then grabs it, and rips it up into pieces. They argue for a few minutes and then he just stops. His body shows defeat. Missy kisses him on his cheek, then takes his hand, putting it between her legs, and he just stands there. Then, after she laughs a little, she points up the stairs, and a defeated Zeke heads up the stairs.

"Well, I wasn't expecting to see that," I said, a little shocked. "What does she have on him?"

Alice shrugs and tells me, "After I talked to Zack this morning, he made me think I needed to check to see whose story was true." She closes the picture frame and sits on the bed. I follow her and she lays her head on my shoulder, "Now, I'm afraid I have to do something, I never thought I'd have to do." Then she begins to cry on my shoulder and I hug her.

Zack

I swat AJ's butt, making him giggle as he holds it and does his spanking dance for me as we enter the second floor bathroom. I sit on the toilet and take AJ by the hands, pulling him closer to me. "Look little bro, I need to know if we have a problem. Did you pee your underwear last night?"

"No-" his answer is a regular nine-year-old lie. As soon as it leaves his lips, his face is draped in shame,

I sigh and let go of his hands. Hooking my thumbs under his waistband, he watches me pull his briefs off. I hold them up to my nose and sniff. My eyebrows go up questioning his answer. He starts to cry and admits, "...I'm sorry, Zack I tried to hold it and I didn't make it. I was going to change them like I normally... I mean... I was..." His tears increase, and I hug his naked body and rub his back.

"There, there, come on. Some kids your age have this problem. It's nothing to worry about or be ashamed of. How long have you been having a problem?"

He sniffles and pulls away and looks at me. He wipes his nose with his arm and snot smears across his face. "About since I was in the hospital, but the bathroom was close enough I could make it, sort-of, or Michael would clean me up if I made a mess."

"I bet he would. This all started when Michael was molesting you. He was forcing you to do stuff the whole time you were there, wasn't he?"

AJ's reaction on his face was horror. "How long have you known?" He is ashamed.

"Since the night he molested us both. You were horrified and scared out of your mind that night. You seemed to know what was going to happen. Michael was also acting as if he was doing this every night," I tell him softly. "Oh AJ, I love you so much..." I take him into my arms and hug him again. "...I just wish you would trust me."

"I'm sorry Zack..." he sobs.

I push him away and kiss him quickly on the forehead. "Now, let's get you cleaned up. You smell like pee."

"I do?" He asks and I tickle him till I get the correct high pitched laughter that I absolutely love. I picked him up and put him in the shower. I take off my boxers and his face lights up. "We're taking a shower together!?"

"Well, I might as well take mine too." I take him by the head as I step in and kiss him passionately and intimately. He accepts my tongue and begins to feel the muscles in my chest. He pulls away, drops to his knees, and --

"Whoops... wait...!" I hop out of the shower stall, grab a towel and leave the bathroom. "Dad! Dad!" I yell over the railing to the first floor. Mom's bedroom door unlocks and opens a little.

Dad's head pops out and he says, "What? Why are you yelling?" I hurry to him and his eyes look down to the extremely hard dick under my towel. I'm not even embarrassed, not even a little. He looks up into my eyes and says with a sigh, "Really? In the shower?"

My face pleads with him, "Please! I need this, weeee need this!"

He looks like he's about to laugh, and says, "Fine- go! But no screaming!" And he reaches out and takes my towel.

I try to stop him then figure it doesn't matter. I moonwalk backwards and fist pump the air. "Yes! Shower sex! Thank you!" Then I turn and hurry back into the bathroom. ***AJ

I leaned against the shower wall in a warm shower spray and wondered, `Why did I lie to him again?' I'm just so afraid of disappointing him, I'll say anything. I'm so much smarter than that! Why do I do that? I pick up the ring that hangs from my neck by the silver chain and look at it, wondering if I'm worthy of what it stands for? Inside the ring it says, `Forever Begins Now.' I grip the ring and say a little prayer that I never lose it, either the ring or Zack's love.

The door opens suddenly, and Zack rushes through it, closing it behind him. "Dexter, play playlist Zack-Volume 10." Music fills the bathroom and spills over into the hallway. I can barely hear myself think here. He practically leaps over the shower wall and pins me. His eyes are excited and almost out of control as the water rains down matting his hair. His passion mimics his roughness with me, and for some reason, it excites me more than I've ever been.

His piercing stare conveys lust, the word in its purest form, until I can't take it anymore, "Take me, fuck me hard, please!" Even I can hear the want and need in my voice.

At first, he is surprised at my language, but he smiles and kisses me passionately and intimately. Zack's leg slides in between mine and moves them about shoulder width. His left hand grips my neck and his right slides down to my boy-bits. After a good feel, his hand slides underneath and I suck in some air and my eyes roll to the top into my head. By the look in his face, he's pleased with my reaction to two fingers slipping into my butthole. Suddenly, I know this isn't going to be a normal shower.

End of Counting - Chapter 15 - Tux

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