Counting

Chapter 36 Happy Birthday Brother

by Tux


This is all fantasy fiction. None of the events are real.

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I appreciate all the emails, suggestions, offers, and support that I get and for those who haven't emailed yet and are waiting or don't feel comfortable or safe emailing let me, let me express my gratitude for reading my story and tell you a little bit about my story. I've been reading nifty for many years about two months ago I just decided to start emailing people and let them know how much I appreciate their stories. I got replies almost instantly. The responses were supportive, encouraging, and some even held spoilers. I struck up a friendship with Andrew and it grew with my confidence and now Andrew is my most trusted editor. I cannot do this without him. Other authors like Lucas and Eric Murphy offer advice and support with my stories and it means the world to me. So, take a leap email an author and tell them how you feel, did you like the story did you not like it, all opinions matter to the author. Do you have suggestions on where you think the story could go, all suggestions interest the author. So take that leap and email your favorite author, you can change his day for the better, and might even influence or change the story. Thank you to all those that were supportive to me and I can't wait to show you the rest of... Counting.

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Beau and Colt originally show up in Boys of Grizzly Valley 3 - Go Bag Find it here

They then show up in Andrew's Trust, chapter 6 for a few chapters. Feel free to read about them here They will be regulars here in Counting.


Chapter 36: Happy Birthday Brother


Beau

Waking up with the light from the sunrise shining through my eyelids, I groan and cover my head with the pillow. My body is pleading for me to go back to sleep. My hand slides over for Colt, and when it doesn't find him, I realize that AJ is gone also. Sitting up, my pillow flops off the bed. It's quiet in here, so they aren't playing on the floor. I force my eyes to switch to daylight mode and confirm what my ears already told me; they aren't here. As I squirm out of bed, I notice that on the foot of the bed are three small stacks of clothes. Each is a different color and style. A small tear passes my smile before I notice its presence. I'm not sure why I'm crying. Zack must have laid out clothes for me and Colt when he did AJ's. I'm not sure what to say or think. I just feel so... accepted.

I head down the stairs and see Colt bolt out of the shower, and I expect to see AJ right behind him, but a naked Zack comes out and says, "Good morning, Beau, we saved some hot water for you." His body is ripped, and I can feel my dick react. It's already hard, but it starts to move on its own when Zack's six-inch cock swings by my face. All I can think about is, `He used to fuck AJ with that. How is that possible?' He walks by, and I can't help but stare at his ass either. It's wrapped in muscle and formed by hard work on the farm. Then, before I knew what I was thinking, I thought, `I wonder what it would be like to be fucked by him?'

I quickly shake those ridiculous thoughts from my head and proceed into the bathroom. After my well-deserved pee and a quick shower, I spend a little time spanking my little, and I do mean little, sigh, monkey as I think about what it must look like to see Zack fucking AJ.

AJ would be on the bed with his legs spread wide and his head moving wildly as Zack's fingers moved about inside his hole with careful and loving movement. AJ's hard cock would be moving about as if it were trying to Jack itself off. Once Zack was sure that AJ would experience more pleasure than pain, he would get as close to AJ's hole as he could and then lean over him, pinning his legs by his head. Zack would lower his head so the two could kiss deeply and passionately. Their tongues would wrap, slide, and tease each other. Then I would barely see it as Zack's tongue slid from AJ's; he would slowly thrust his hips, and his large cock would enter AJ to his delight. AJ's back would arch as the last few inches of Zack's cock would stretch his pink star. Zack's strong arms would cradle AJ, and with one movement, he would spin AJ on top of him and force AJ down on the rest of his pole, making AJ moan in bliss as the first of AJ's orgasms would take place.

My body jerks and my fists clench my dick hard as the euphoria of a dry orgasm floods my body, leaving me drained and breathless. I sat on the shower bench, panting as the water falls on my head. I did it. I jacked off without a memory. What... what did I do differently?

I thought about it the whole time I was drying off. I poke my head out of the bathroom door and look around. No one is up here, so I step out of the bathroom naked and plan on heading upstairs to get dressed before someone sees me, but the noise downstairs has me paused at the handrail. I listen to the morning commotion and know that my brother and AJ are down there naked and having a good time. I look down at my little willy and curse it for not being bigger. I am bigger than Colt, but not by much. I really want to run down there naked too, but my embarrassment is just too strong to bear, so I hurry upstairs to get dressed.

Soon afterward, I enter the kitchen and see everyone except AJ. I take my seat next to Colt, and Jack makes me a plate of pancakes and some sausage. "Good morning, Beau. Today's going to be crazy busy, so let me fill you in. It's the twins' birthday weekend. I've got a big surprise for them this afternoon, and then ten of their friends will be over and spending the night. We own a huge tent they will be sleeping in behind the house."

I look over to the twins sitting on their stools at the bar and smile, saying, "Happy Birthday, guys. That sounds like a nice party."

"Thanks," they say in unison in between mouthfuls of pancakes.

Looking back at Jack, I ask, "Where's AJ?"

The room falls silent except for the random clink of silverware on the white ceramic plates. Nobody even moves, and it starts getting uncomfortable, then Zeke says, "He's in his thinking chair."

"Zeke!" Zack says harshly.

"What! He is," Zeke says, shrugging. "There's nothing wrong with it."

Colt's and my confusing looks are noticed by Jack, and he says, sighing, "The way it's explained to me is that AJ is very smart. He is so smart that he gets through the day by predicting how things will go. If something doesn't go according to plan, he reacts and shuts down until he can rethink how it changes the plan. When he found out that his dad is not in jail and was even here in the house last Christmas. He must have walked down here to sit in his chair in the middle of the night. That is where I found him when I got up to do chores with Hoss and Parker."

Jack gets up and begins to clear the table while I finish my breakfast. Colt is playing with Gomer next to me. He's cleaning loose pieces of pancakes off his chest and scolding him for eating like a pig. I see AJ sitting across the room in a folding chair in the corner of the living room. He's naked, with a blanket sitting on his shoulders. A plate with a half-eaten sandwich is sitting next to him. A tapping sound on my plate brings me out of my thoughts. Jack stands over me with his hand out for my plate. I shove the last of my pancakes into my mouth, and then I put my fork on my plate, so he can take it. "Sorry," I apologize with my mouth still full.

"It's okay, kiddo," Jack says as he offers his hand to help me slide out of the booth. With a loving hand, he messes up my combed hair, reminding me that, "Alice is waiting for you in the office, Beau."

"Okay, can I go see AJ first?"

"If you want, but make it short, and don't be too worried if he doesn't say anything."

I hurry over to AJ and look into his emerald eyes. For some reason, they seem dark and joyless. "AJ," I whisper, "it'll be alright. I missed you this morning," and then I kiss his cheek, but he doesn't move. His eyes are locked onto a point on the horizon, and his face is cold. I fix the blanket around his shoulders and give him a little hug.

"Come on, Beau; you can sit and talk to AJ later. It's going to be a crazy weekend, and I'm going to need your help," Alice says from the doorway of her office.

AJ doesn't move an inch, so I kiss him on the cheek again and head into the office. Alice closes the door and follows me over to the desk. Instead of sitting across from me in her desk chair, she goes to sit next to me in the other fluffy chair. I giggle a little seeing her flop in the chair and say, "So, what do we talk about today?" But before I can answer her question, she interrupts me, "Well, first things first. Why don't you go over to the desk and pick a new color? We'll redo your nails."

Yes! I was hoping she would have time to do that today. I've kind of beat up the purple and red we put on two days ago. It's all chipped and scuffed while I did, you know, boy stuff. "Awesome, I think I'm going to use blood red today." I can tell by the look on her face that the color isn't called that, but it looks like blood to me, so that's what I call it. "So, during our talks, I can talk about anything, right?"

Alice nods her head as I sit down with the small bottle of fingernail polish. Taking my hand, she inspects the fingertips, saying, "Hmm, we'd best trim these. It might help the polish stay longer. First, let's get this little old color off before we do that. Was there something on your mind?"

Alice begins to wipe my fingernails with the remover, and the cotton ball turns purple. I watch her as she concentrates on getting it all off my small fingernails. Patiently, she waits on me to get up the nerve to ask, "What's wrong with AJ?"

Alice looks up at me, and suddenly it feels like it's a hundred degrees in here. Switching back to my fingers, she says, "You mean physically?"

"Um, no," I whisper. "I mean, um, it's like he doesn't think the same way I do. Sees things that I don't see. Can do things I can't." Alice smiles and takes my other hand to clean the rest of my nails. I feel that I might have insulted her, or worse, AJ. "I'm not saying it's bad, but, I mean, it's just more noticeable the longer I'm with him. Like, what's with the counting?"

"Blow on your fingertips, honey. Beau, what do you do when you're nervous? When you're not sure what to do?"

I think about it as I blow lightly on my fingers. Alice picks up the ruby bottle and begins to shake it, mixing the polish. "Um, when I get nervous, I guess I get hot." It's not a lie; I feel like I have a three-hundred-degree temperature. She takes my hand and begins to clip my nails.

After cleaning up the cut nails, Alice takes my hands and blows on the tips for a few seconds, then answers me, "Yeah, that's what I do, also. AJ's mind doesn't react that way. He relaxes and handles stress with puzzles, math problems, and just general counting. If he was counting in front of you, that means one of two things: he was mad at you, or he really likes you and was nervous." She lets that sink in as she starts to paint.

"Then how does he become so calm?"

"What do you mean?"

"Last night, when that guy kidnapped us, AJ, knew exactly what to do. He was so brave."

Once she's finished with the first hand, I begin to blow on it as she paints the other hand. "Well, I'm very proud of all my sons on how they handled themselves last night."

"I didn't do anything but freak out," I say with a little crack in my voice from a sudden feeling of uselessness.

Alice stops painting and looks at me crossly, saying, "You didn't do anything? You refused to leave AJ's side. You kept him calm and helped him by watching his back. Beau, I'm just as proud of you as I am of him." We sat in silence as she finished. Putting the cap on, she smiles again at me and says, "Anything else?"

"I really like it here. I really like AJ."

Alice sits and thinks about it, and I kind of shrink a little in my chair. She opens her arms to give me a hug, and I practically jump into her arms. "I'm going to need a lot of help cooking today. What'cha say? Can you help me in the kitchen?"

It's my turn to smile and say, "You bet."

Zack

Aidan looks nervous as I play with his belt buckle. I look around to make sure no one has followed us and proceed with what I'm doing. His face keeps distracting me. He looks so nervous, almost scared, as his thin bottom lip quivers with anticipation. His eyes searched the woods right after I did. I'm guessing he's looking for the same thing as I was. "I don't think I can do this. Couldn't you pick something else for your birthday?"

"Oh, come on, this will be fun. You're going to enjoy yourself so much," I tell him as he takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, trying to calm himself down. "You're doing great. Zeke and I used to do this all the time."

"Does it hurt? I heard it was quite painful."

"No," I lie, "Of course not. Would I lie to you," I answer him sarcastically, and Aidan slaps my arm for teasing him.

"Stop, you're making fun of me."

"Am I," I laugh, but my laughter is short lived, and I say harshly, "Be careful with the balls!"

"Shh," he says, looking around, and I take a minute to search the woods once again.

I check my watch, then my equipment, then his, and we decide we're ready. "Okay, I'm going to use my finger. Get ready." Aidan and I shift our bodies to where they are more comfortable, and I hold up one finger.... Aidan bites his bottom lip and nods that he's ready. He looks around at the movement of the forest, looking for anything that might not be a tree limb in the breeze. His amber eyes stare deep into my soul, and I almost feel sorry for him. The second finger... His breathing is speeding up, and I place a hand on his chest. He leans forward, and we lock lips. Our tongues touch, and electricity shoots through my body and makes my already hard cock throb. They slide back and forth, giving me a relaxing, more intimate connection. We part, and he gives me a little nod, telling me this is okay with him and that he's ready for whatever happens. I check my watch again and give him.... the third finger.

The two of us bolt from behind the tree, with our paintball guns in hand and make our way towards the front of the abandoned house. Aidan rushes next to me, making a lot of noise. It's so obvious that he's never done this before, but he's cute in his shorts and tee shirt covered in paintball pads. The kicking of dead tree branches and leaves alerts me that Dad and Hoss are right behind us. As we cover the right side of the doorway and windows, Dad and Hoss are assaulting the door. Aidan and I make it to the door with only a few paintballs whizzing over our heads.

Dad and Hoss make it also, and they take positions at the door, also watching certain windows, and then Dad whistles very loud. The whistle tells Zeke and Parker, who have been shooting the back of the house to get the Lunch Table Boys' attention so we can assault the front, that we're ready. So, the plan is that we assault the front, and when they switch to the front, we hold their attention so Zeke and Parker can enter the rear. This is what is called a pincer attack. Dad and us twins did this when we used to play in teams of three.

It goes as well as you would think. We took the house, but Aidan's paintball cherry was taken when he was shot in the shoulder and took two in the chest making him out. Hoss, too, was taken out during the door entry. When the game was all done and we took the house, we all headed back to the trucks to get energy drinks and water. We talk about the fight and swap stories about what we were thinking during the attack. I take this time to give Aidan a congratulatory kiss for having his cherry popped, and if he wants the other cherry popped, I'm totally interested. He laughs, and our kiss becomes deeper. Our hands begin to roam, and soon I forget that everyone can see us making out--until I'm rudely interrupted by three paintballs on my ass from Zeke's gun. I jump and spin around, rubbing my ass while everyone laughs at me. I'm not sure what made me do this--rage, embarrassment, or vengeance--but I grabbed my gun off the truck's tailgate, and right before I pulled the trigger, I saw Zeke's eyes go wide as he read my thoughts, but his hand couldn't move from rubbing the pain in his ass away to protect his junk fast enough, so he got three shots to the balls, and we both screamed out in pain and went down holding our balls, moaning and choking on our pain. The Lunch Table Boys go quiet as what happens sinks in for what seems like minutes before they erupt in laughter.

"Why would you do this? Fuck it hurts so bad," Zeke moans and rolls back and forth.

Fighting the urge to throw up, I wheeze out, "You deserve it, making it totally worth it. Happy birthday, brother!"

Zeke looks up and sees Aidan helping me to my feet. Parker, still laughing his ass off, kneels down to comfort his boyfriend, saying, "You two are hilarious!"

After some time to joke around and for everyone to finish making fun of us, we all begin to get ready for the next game. I sit up on the tailgate with Dad, and his hand pats my leg, making me smile.

"How's your birthday so far, kiddo?" He asks as he watches me take extra care spreading my legs so my balls can relax a little.

"It's been great, thanks; this was an awesome surprise," I tell him, and I begin to fill my reload containers with paintballs.

We sit in silence working on our gear for a little bit, then he says, "Are you, um, going to make me ask, or are you going to tell me what's on your mind?"

I look up to him and sigh. Am I that easily read? Even though he's not my twin, he seems to be able to read me like a book. "I'm worried about AJ. Why isn't his dad in jail? Why does he want AJ? Is he going to hurt or kill him if he gets him?"

"Hey, hey, calm down. I can't answer your questions if you don't let me talk," he sighs and gives me a weak smile. I start to think I've asked the questions that can't be answered when he takes a deep breath and lets it out. "Zack, parents are odd things. It's the hardest job I've ever had, and even after all these years, I still make mistakes. And when I make them," he looks into my eyes, then gives me a one-arm hug. "....it leaves scars, in both of us." He hops off the tailgate and gets in front of me and says softly so that only my ears can hear it, "AJ's mom was told that he was going to jail. That she or AJ wouldn't have to testify, then a week before the trial, some mysterious asshole burned all the evidence they had on that monster." He takes a break and let's go of my hand to wipe a tear from his eye, then continues, "They were going to put AJ on the stand and make him relive it in front of the man that betrayed him. Can you imagine that? It wasn't even a guarantee he would be convicted, so AJ would have to relive that hell, and it probably wouldn't work. Alice did what she thought was best, which was best for AJ. She packed up everything and ran."

"Ran?" I'm a little upset. "Is that why he's chasing AJ? Because he is the only one that can put him away. Does that mean he wants to kill him!" I shout.

Dad looks around at everyone around us who has stopped and is staring at us. I don't know what to say. I don't know what to do, so I hop off the tailgate and run off towards the abandoned house. I can hear Aidan call out to me, but I can't talk to him right now, or anyone for that matter. How long have they known? Has AJ been in danger this whole time?

Beau

What'da say? Can you help me in the kitchen?" Alice asks as she puts the blood red nail polish back on the bookcase next to the purple one, she bought for me.

It's my turn to smile and say, "You bet."

Suddenly, the door to the office burst open, and AJ was standing there naked as a jaybird with so many tear tracks on his cheeks that it gave his face a contorted look. His emerald eyes search the room; as if he doesn't see us, his head snaps to me, and he rushes to my side. I flinch, expecting the worse, and instead he grabs my head and softly places his lips on mine in the deepest, softest, and most passionate kiss I've ever had. His tongue massages mine as his lips move, and he begins the whole kiss over. Our boners meet, and mine begins to ache as his rubs on it with the shorts' fabric in between them.

Not knowing what to do or why he's kissing me, I just go with it. My arms wrap around his chest and rub his back as he probes my mouth. After what seemed like hours but was probably only a minute, I hear, "Are you two finished?" and suddenly I remember that Alice is in the room. AJ slowly pulls off my lips, and spittle stretches from him to me, connecting us. His eyes open and pierce into me, and for a few seconds, I almost forgot Alice is watching us again. He turns to face her, and I can't seem to move after that kiss. It's hard to jumpstart my brain, and all I can think of is, `That was the best kiss I've ever had.'

AJ stares at Alice for a few minutes until she finally gives up and says, "I feel you want me to say something, but I'm not sure if it has something to do with the kiss or if the kiss was for my benefit or Beau's."

Then, with his fist clinched, AJ whispers, "Why isn't my daddy in jail?"

Alice thinks about it for a little bit and then asks him to sit down. AJ, ever defiant, says he'll stand. She shrugs and asks, "Beau, can you give us the room?"

"No, he stays. This includes him also; he's family, and after yesterday, he's as neck-deep in it as I am now."

Wait! Am I? Oh, shit, he's right--those crazy men have seen me and Colt. I can't help but instantly get upset. Wait, are those men coming back? Will they come for Colt next?"

Alice hurries around the table and squats down in between us as I take one of the chairs and sit down. She takes each of us by the hand and says calmly, "They are not coming for you; the police saw to that. You three are safe."

"What about Daddy?" Or the guy that ran from dad?" AJ says it as a matter of fact.

"He might come! He is probably really angry! What do we do if we see him?" I blurt it out as I shift in my chair.

Alice squeezes my sweaty hand and tries to calm me again, "Shh, Beau, your safe here. I promise, you and Colt are protected. There are police watching the house as we speak, and they aren't going to let anyone get to the house."

"What about Daddy?" Isn't he coming for me?" AJ's tone is calm and monotone. He doesn't seem scared or bothered by this whole clusterfuck like I am. How can that be? He almost seems more robotic than a little boy. Like he's wanting data.

"I can't answer that. All I can say is that we are doing everything we can to make sure your three are safe. I can't believe your daddy is willing to kidnap or wants you hurt. He has been so close to you time and time again without kidnapping or hurting you. That tells me you have nothing to be afraid of. The police will find him. It's a small town."

"Why isn't he in jail?" AJ asks again, then screams, scaring the shit out of me, "He fucking raped me! Why isn't he in jail forever!?"

"Oh, honey," Alice says, and she lets go of my hand so she can hug AJ, who is crying uncontrollably. "Honey, there was a fire, and the evidence was burned up. The lawyers told me they could still win, but I had a bad feeling about the whole thing. They wanted you on the stand, to testify, and I couldn't do that to you. Make you relive that night! So, I filed for divorce, left the papers with the lawyers to be signed, packed our bags, and ran. I changed our names; I thought we'd be safe. That he wouldn't want anything to do with us after what he did to you."

AJ is sobbing so hard that I can see the dark spot left by his tears on Alice's shoulder growing. I feel real out of place sitting here and watching this. AJ's daddy sounds terrible, and I wonder why he's here in Cut Bank if he isn't going to kidnap AJ.

Before too long, I find myself crying also, so I get up to get the Kleenex box and bring it over for everyone to use. Alice sees it in my hand and kind of chuckles with tears in her eyes at me, saying, "Bless your heart," and she includes me in the hug. Then we all take a step back and grab a tissue. "Beau, I'm sorry you and your brother are sucked into our family drama. This isn't the perfect family I wanted to give you and Colt."

"It's okay, Mom," I whimper out as I sob into my tissue. I'm not even sure why I'm crying, but I can't seem to stop. Am I scared, regretful, sorry, angry, or just plain confused?

AJ takes my hand and looks into my eyes. He just stares and tilts his head as if he's staring at my soul, and then he walks out of the room, pulling me behind him. We exit the office and cross the living room to the huge black framed windows. He sits me down in the folding chair near the window, then goes and gets himself another chair. He places it as close as it can get and sits next to me. Our bodies are touching. He gently takes my hand and holds it as he stares out the window.

Soon, I recognize his breathing pattern telling me he's asleep. So, I release his hand and tell Alice. She comes out of the kitchen and carefully picks up AJ. She says soft, relaxing things to him as she climbs the stairs, like, "I'm so proud of you." "You're such a good boy," and "You're safe and loved." It is nice to see a mother act like a mother. I wish ours did.

Zack

We played four rounds of paintball, and it was real fun. I think we will be doing that with Dad every other weekend like when we were younger. The Lunch Table Boys had a good time, too. Between the two pickup trucks, ours and Hoss's, we got everyone back in one trip. Mom had lunch all ready, and with Beau's help, they had everything sitting on the patio tables for us to fill our plates. And we did! I can't talk about the others, but I know for a fact that Zeke and I are starving. Hamburgers, cheeseburgers, chips, sloppy joes, fries, and these little taco things are outside, and soda, lemonade, and tea jugs were inside on the bar.

I go inside to get a soda; my eyes instinctively check on AJ, but he's gone. "Where is AJ, Beau?" I ask as he climbs on the step stool to get a box of Cheez-Its from the pantry.

"He's in your parents' room--our parents' room--sleeping. He came out of it and asked a bunch of questions about his daddy; did you know that fucker isn't in jail?" He cusses as he hops off the stool. I'm a little shocked to hear that kind of language from a nine-year-old, but something tells me he could really make a sailor blush if he wanted to.

"Yeah, I just found out too. How did he take it?" Beau walks up to me and gives me a hug. I take the crackers from him and pick him up, so I can hug him properly. He latches on, and it feels good to have his head lean on my shoulder. "Hey, everything will be okay. From what I've heard, our dad is way bigger than that asshole, and if he comes around here, he'll be sorry, right?" I give his body a little shake, and Beau leans off my shoulder and wipes a rogue tear away with a smile. He releases a little giggle at the thought of Dad kicking AJ's sperm donor's ass. He looks into my blue eyes as I ask, "You good now?" And he just nods. I set him down, and he turns to head outside. "Don't forget your Cheez-Its," and he hurries back to get the box off the bar.

"Thanks, thanks for the hug," he says and quickly slips out the door. I will admit it, I wasn't a fan of adding Beau to this family because of his past, but I'm sure glad I was wrong. He's just a little boy and something tells me we'll end up needing him as much as he needs us now.

I get my drink and take a minute to separate the noise outside from the silence in the house. I can't stop myself. I have to see if he's okay. Putting my soda down on the bar, I head up to my parents' room. I creep up the stairs, trying to be as quiet as I can, so I don't wake him. Slowly and gently, I open the door till I can see my little brother sleeping on the bed. I walk over to him and comb the blonde curls out of his face, whispering, "You need a haircut." He rolls onto his back to get more comfortable, and the Colter ring on its chain is pulled out of his hand as he rolls over. I pick it up and feel the warmth from AJ's hand from the ring, then gently reposition it in the middle of his chest, so it will be perfect. That's how he would want it. If he knew it was off center, he'd freak out, and I chuckle at the thought. I lean over and kiss his forehead before pulling the blankets up over his chest to keep him warm. A small tear trickles down my cheek, and I whisper to him, "I will always be there for you, no matter what."


I hope you are liking the last few chapters of Counting. If you have extra time, check out my other stories:

"Fire" is about a time when Zack, Zeke, and Alice share a quite time on the back porch one evening. I used to know what chapter it took place in but I've written so many, I just don't remember now. It was too short of a story to post on Nifty, but I thought it was interesting. https://archiveofourown.org/works/44356165

"Not Capable of Love" https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/not-capable-of-love/

"Jaded" https://archiveofourown.org/works/46783999



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