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Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 90 Nifty: Please add this chapter to my story under your "Gay - Incest" section. Thank you. Copyrighted 2006: This story is protected under US copyright law. No part of it may be reproduced in any way without the express written consent of the author. The author grants fty and its mirror sites permission to post the story on their websites. DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of homosexual activities. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then - I hope you enjoy it! My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter 90 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When we left off with the last chapter... Boner and Julian had been forced to share a bed at Rufflet's Hotel, as there were no rooms left with two twin beds, and no single rooms available either. After they'd gone to bed, both of them had become extremely horny. Each realized the only way they were going to get any sleep was to jack off. At that point though, neither felt like getting up and getting dressed to go down the hall to the shared bathroom. The room they were in was small, and offered no private area for them to use either. Although neither boy would ever have dreamed they'd do such a thing at this point in their lives, finally, out of sheer sexual desperation, they'd given up and begun jacking off under the bed covers, while lying next to each other. Of course, as they pleasured themselves, each became even more aroused, and physically hot. Due to their mutual discomfort, and the elevated level of arousal each was at, they'd given up and thrown the covers off, and masturbated openly in front of each other. Then, one thing had led to another, until finally their desires had become so ardent, that Julian had suggested they "do" each other, and to his, and Steve's own surprise, Boner had agreed! They'd ended up masturbating each other to orgasm then, as they lie side by side in bed, their upper arms, and portions of their legs, touching each other. Afterward, their sexual tension drained, both were confused. And while neither would admit to the other that they'd enjoyed having hand-sex with another guy, and both earnestly declared it was only a one-time thing, they did both sheepishly admit that it had felt good. Once they'd cleaned themselves up, and settled for the night, it had taken both of them some time to fall asleep, as each privately did admit to themselves that they'd enjoyed what they'd just done much more than they'd let on to one another. As a result each brooded despondently, thoroughly confused about his own sexuality. Boner had fallen asleep first, and as Julian lay next to him, still worrying about his desires, he was shocked when, in his sleep, Steve rolled over and wrapped his arm around him, snuggling up against his back and clasping his breast in his hand. After desperately trying to figure a way out of Steve's embrace, Julian finally gave up and admitted to himself that he liked being in Steve's arms, and allowed himself to relax. Finally, he too fell asleep. Julian's sleep was troubled though, and he had a nightmare, in which, he dreamt that Steve was butt-fucking him, and his organ was so long that it had burst out his navel! Julian woke up crying out, startling Steve awake as well. After they'd relaxed again, Steve again fell asleep first, and again rolled over and pulled Julian into his embrace. Eventually Julian too had fallen asleep again. Elsewhere in the hotel, Jacob, Harry, and Evan were sharing a room together. Jacob and Harry had, with little trouble, seduced Evan, and the three had ended up making an Evan Sandwich. Happily, they'd all finally fallen asleep together. Craig and Julian, had, as expected, spent the night together happily making love. Pete and Mitchell, having closed the pub below the hotel, had each collapsed into their twin beds and fallen soundly asleep. The following morning, back at Andy's Auntie Doreen's house, I'd woken to find Andy sniffling and weeping quietly. When I opened my eyes, I'd chuckled, because he was sitting up in bed next to me, reading Van Gogh's copy of the short story "Brokeback Mountain" that the movie by the same name was based on. To cheer him up, I'd suggested that we make love like Ennis and Jack did in the story. I couldn't bring myself to be quite so rough with Andy though as Jake Gyllenhall was with Heath Ledger in the movie, and ended up making passionate love to Andy's hole with my tongue, before fucking him ever so slowly and gently until I couldn't stand the pressure, which caused us to each blow huge loads of cum - mine flooding Andy's bowels, and his, causing a huge wet spot on the bed, which he was embarrassed about his Auntie eventually seeing. Afterward, we'd laid together resting, and Andy was just about to tell me about his adventures with his boyhood fuck-buddy Gavin McClure, whom Auntie Doreen had spilled the beans to us about. He never got to tell me though, as Auntie Doreen had knocked on the door and asked us to go to Claren's farm, to get fresh eggs, cream and butter for breakfast. The twins who'd slept together on a pull-out sofa in Auntie Doreen's living room had woken, horny as usual, and decided to have sex. Unfortunately, Auntie Doreen had walked in on them just as Scott had John on his back with his legs splayed, and was pounding in and out of him. John's hand was busily flying up and down on his own dick as well. Luckily they'd been a bit chilly, and had the sheet and blanket pulled up over them. As Auntie Doreen stared at them in shock, Scott had fibbed that they were practicing their wrestling moves. Auntie Doreen skeptically asked what the name of the move was they were practicing, and John said "the splayed chicken", just as Scott at the same time said "the human pretzel". Auntie Doreen had told them then that she'd be in the kitchen if they needed anything. Mortified, the twins had gotten up and decided to shower. Although they were both extremely horny yet, as neither had gotten off, they realized they couldn't shower together, as it would cause even more suspicion. So Scott had gone and showered. Of course he'd "enjoyed himself" in the shower. While he was showering, John had devilishly done a "drive by" and left the bathroom door open, causing Scott some embarrassment, even though nobody noticed. Of course while John was showering, Scott did the same in return, only John was caught by Andy and myself, who'd hoped to take a shower, but because the twins were using the bathroom, and we needed to get to Claren's we couldn't. As the chapter ended, Andy, the twins and I were in the kitchen, and the conversation had shifted to Auntie Doreen mentioning how she'd found the twins practicing a wrestling move she'd never heard of a little earlier. This surprised Andy, who'd told us Auntie Doreen loved to watch wrestling on the television, and knew pretty much everything there was to know about wrestling. This of course led to the twins deep mortification. We pick up now with the next chapter... * * * The sun was shining brightly through the cracks in the curtains over the windows of Boner's and Julian's room at Rufflet's Hotel. The two boys were still both sleeping. Each had been so tired, and apparently comfortable as well, that they hadn't shifted their position at all from the one they'd fallen asleep in. Steve was still snuggled protectively up against Julian's back, with his arm wrapped around him. Julian was snuggled into Steve's embrace, spooned up to his warm body, with his left hand covering Steve's hand, which was still clasping his right breast. Both were breathing slowly and deeply, each sleeping peacefully yet. * * * As birds began to twitter cheerfully in the trees outside, the hotel guests began to wake up. A couple who were on their honeymoon were in the room next to Boner and Julian. They had fallen asleep together, naked, after having made passionate love the night before. As the young groom woke, he realized his penis was, as usual, stiff as a board. Unfortunately it was also bent double, so that it was pointing downward as he lay sprawled on his stomach, which was quite uncomfortable! Quickly he raised his hips up off the bed, and reached down and adjusted his manhood, so that it would lay comfortably sandwiched flat between the matress and his lower abdomen, pointing up at his navel. As he relaxed back down onto the bed, the underside of his penis slid across the sheet, giving him a thrill. He looked over at his bride, and smiled. She was lying sprawled comfortably on her back, still asleep, but she'd begun to stir a little, due to his motion. She must've felt warm too, as she pulled her hand out from under the bed covers and pushed them down a little, exposing her ample and firm, left breast. As the colder air hit it, the nipple grew noticeably pointier, which caused the young man's dick to flex. He grinned and began humping his pelvis up and down off the mattress a little, so that the underside of his dick rubbed back and forth on the bottom sheet again, as he watched her breast rise slowly up and down as she breathed, and her nipple become even more pointed. As she stirred some more, and he continued grinding his penis against the bed, he reached over and gently began to run his fingertip ever so gently over the very tip of her exposed nipple. "Ohhhh!!!" the girl gasped, as a surge of pleasure traveled through her body. She began to wake up then. The boy giggled and tweaked her nipple a little then. "OH!" she cried, her eyes flying open. As her eyes fluttered open and closed a couple of times, as she woke, her husband began fondling her nipple, gently squeezing and rubbing it. "OH Robert!" she cried, smiling and looking at him, when she realized her husband was fondling her. "Are ya ready fer another go at it then Luv?" Robert asked, in a low, sensual growl. "Ohhhhh...." she cooed, smiling, as his handling of her boob became more insistent. Suddenly Robert abandoned his wife's nipple and shoved his hand below the bed clothes, reaching for her womanhood. "Ohhhhh...." she moaned, quickly spreading her legs, as his hand cupped her mound of pubic hair, and his middle finger slipped between her already somewhat damp cunt lips. "OOOhhhh!!!" she groaned a second later, as he grinned and flicked his finger back and forth through her crack, over her quickly engorging clitoris. Within seconds, he noticed his fingers were dramatically wetter. "Mmmmmm...." she moaned happily, smiling, as his finger plunged slowly into her hole a moment later, and he began sliding it in and out of her, working her over, to stretch her open enough to easily take his penis. Robert finger-fucked his wife for several seconds, then realizing she was open enough, and dripping with vaginal secretions, he grinned and crawled over on top of her, between her legs. He pointed the head of his penis at her damp muff, and slowly lowered his hips downward. They each groaned with pleasure then, as Robert's stiff 7-1/2" of manhood entered her tunnel. "OOOOOhhhhh..." she moaned, passionately, as Robert began moving his hips up and down, sliding his rod in and out of her. Robert fucked his wife slowly for a minute, then as he felt her hole was stretched fully open, he sped up. A minute later, Robert was slamming his hips up and down, and his wife was crying out loudly with each of his downward strokes. The headboard of the bed began tapping at the wall as well. As Robert became more and more excited, his strokes became stronger, and both of them were groaning and gasping with pleasure, as the head board slammed rhythmically against the wall. Suddenly, the girl's orgasm swept over her, and she began yelling "OH! OH! OH!" very loudly. As soon as his wife's orgasm began, Robert climaxed as well. Groaning loudly he blew a fountain of semen deep within her vagina. For the next several seconds, as Robert continued pounding in and out of his wife, the two experienced a glorious mutual orgasm! As they did, they both moaned, and cried out happily, and the headboard continued pounding on the wall. * * * "What the fuck?" Boner groaned, waking up to a pounding on the wall behind his head. Then he heard the cries of sexual ecstasy as well, and he smiled. "Mmmmmm... who's pounding?" Julian growled, waking as well. Boner's eyes became huge as he realized then that he and Julian were sleeping snuggled up to each other! Worse still - they were both naked as well. On top of that, all the sexual sounds coming from the room next door, had caused Steve's already semi-hard penis to begin to stiffen up completely, and it was pressing firmly into the groove between Julian's ass cheeks! "What -" Julian started to ask, twisting his head to look groggily to look behind him. He stopped suddenly in mid-sentence, and his eyes grew huge as well as he reliazed the position they were in together. For a moment, the two looked at each other, mortified. "OH FUCK!" Boner cried, looking even more horrified as he felt his penis pressing further into Julian's ass crack. Instantly, he pulled back as if he'd been burned by something. "I'm sorry man! I - I don't know how ..." As Julian looked at Steve, still mortified himself, Steve looked so upset, almost to the point of tears, that Julian momentarily forgot his own discomfort and embarrassment and said, "It's OK!" Steve's expression turned to confusion, and he looked at Julian curiously for a couple of seconds, then he said "Huh?" Realizing that Boner thought he meant he liked being cuddled up with him, which in reality he did, but he didn't want Steve to know, Julian's face flushed bright red. "NO!" he cried desperately. "I just mean... I mean I know you must've been asleep and thought I was Cindy! That's all!" "OH!" Boner said, suddenly feeling a little relieved. Again Julian had provided him with an out! He thought for a minute, wondering if maybe what Julian had said was true. In fact though, Steve couldn't remember what it was he was dreaming about, but he was pretty sure that Cindy hadn't visited him in his sleep that night. As Julian looked at him, Boner smiled nervously and said, "Yeah. That's what it was!... um... but who'd you think I was?" Julian blushed deeper, but quickly replied, "Well, it was you who was snuggled up to me! I was asleep and didn't notice!" "Oh!" Steve said. The two looked uneasily at one another then for a minute. Each sensed that the other wasn't telling the complete truth, and they each had a whirlwind of thoughts spinning through their own heads as well. "What the fuck was I dreaming about?" Boner wondered desperately. "Why did I let him sleep with me like that?" Julian wondered. "Why'd I get boned like that?" Steve wondered. "And how could it have felt good to sleep with him like that?" "Why did I like it?" Julian thought. His own self-mortification deepened as he thought about how Steve's hardon had felt nestled up against his butt, and he realized his own dick was suddenly throbbing over the memory. "I'm gonna go shower!" Boner declared, suddenly. He reached for the floor and picked up his jeans, then spun around and dropped his legs over the edge of the bed, and sat up facing away from Julian. He did this all without pushing the covers off, in hopes that Julian wouldn't see that he still had an erection. "OK," Julian said, pulling the covers around him a little more tightly. Just as Julian glanced over his shoulder, Steve stood up, and bent forward to pull his jeans on. As he did, his ass cheeks flattened and spread apart enough so that Julian caught a glimpse of Steve's ass hole. A sudden shiver of excitement raced through Julian's body, and his penis flexed, as he stared at Steve's tight, dark pink pucker with it's fringe of fine dark brown hairs surrounding it. "Fuck!" Julian thought, horrified at his reaction. He couldn't deny though that the site of Steve's most private area had excited him. Again his dick flexed. Steve quickly pulled on his jeans and straightened up. Then, he grabbed the key to the room, a towel, and his shampoo. Quickly he pulled the door open, stepped into the hallway, and pulled the door shut behind him. * * * In the hallway, Steve closed his eyes and let his breath out, and leaned softly against the door jamb. "What the fuck is going on with me?" he thought to himself. He knew what the reactions he was having over Julian meant, but he hadn't had such feelings for another guy, except maybe for Sal Frizzoni when they were kids. Still... here he was, all grown up, and the previous night he'd jacked off another guy, and let that guy masturbate him as well. AND! He'd liked it!... Then - although granted it had happened while he slept, but still... he'd snuggled up to Julian and taken him in his arms, and slept so intimately with him. And he'd woken up with a hardon pressing into his ass! He knew damn well he hadn't been dreaming about Cindy either. He remembered tiny bits and pieces of his dreams and the only people he remembered being in them were Julian, me, and Andy! He remembered dreaming at one point that he and Julian had walked into our hotel room, and caught me and Andy having sex together. He had a clear vision in his mind of the two of us fucking doggie style on the bed! As he and Julian watched, Julian's hand had searched his crotch, and found his penis and given it a squeeze. Almost immediately it had gotten hard, and he'd let Julian continue fondling him, as he watched me and Andy. He also thought he remembered reciprocating - groping and fondling Julian too! Was it this dream that had gotten him hard? "What the fuck? Am I turning gay?" Boner thought, incredulously. A look of despair washed over him as he realized his penis was still hard. In fact, it was throbbing! He snorted angrily then and shoved himself away from the door jamb, and stalked off down the hallway. * * * As soon as Steve had left their room, Julian had rolled onto his back, and stared miserably up at the ceiling. "Fuck! Am I gay?" he thought, as he replayed the past several hours' events in his mind. As he laid there thinking about how he and Steve had masturbated one another the previous night, he jumped slightly when he heard a thud in the hallway just outside their door, and sudden receding footsteps that sounded angry. As he looked toward the door, he noticed the tent his penis was making under the sheets. "Fuck!" he muttered, scowling to himself. A moment later though, he sighed resignedly and reached under the covers for his manhood. Still another moment after that, he closed his eyes and the disgust left his face as his hand began sliding up and down his shaft, sending shivers of pleasure throughout his body. * * * Down the hall, in the shower, Steve was trying, unsuccessfully to ignore his sexual arousal. As he soaped up his body though, he necessarily had to wash his genitals and crotch. The moment his hands slid over his cock and balls, he knew he was beaten. Heaving a heavy sigh, he gave in and let his well-lathered hand wrap around his manhood and begin stroking up and down, as his left hand cupped his scrotum, and gently began fondling his testicles. He closed his eyes, and breathed in deeply as waves of pleasure washed over him. As he stood with his back under the spray of the shower, but the front of his body out of the water, he tried desperately to think about having sex with Cindy. It didn't work though. His mind continually returned to the previous night, as he and Julian laid together, side by side, pleasuring each other. "Fuck!" he gasped, disgustedly, as he felt his orgasm beginning to build. Although he was disgusted that it was thoughts about having sex with another guy that was exciting him at the moment, Steve was far enough along the road to his climax, that he couldn't stop. Just wanting the whole thing to be over with, he began sliding his fist up and down his rod even faster, which sent even more pleasureful feelings ricocheting throughout his being. Steve's breathing became faster and heavier, as his soapy hand flew up and down the entire length of his stiff cock, and he gently kneaded his testicles. He could feel his entire crotch starting to tingle as his semen started to churn. Squeezing his eyes shut tightly, Steve tried desperately to recall his last encounter with Cindy. After a few seconds, as he wildly masturbated, a vision of Cindy's bosom flashed through Boner's mind, and he recalled how whenever possible, he would lean down and lasso one of her nipples with his mouth and suck and nibble on it. As he tried to focus on this, and kept his hands moving, he felt the pressure inside him building more and more. A couple seconds later, as he was nearing the brink of pleasure, while trying desperately to keep thinking of Cindy and her nipples, the memory lying with Julian wrapped in his arms, his nipple in between his thumb and index finger, and his hardon pressed into the groove of his ass flooded his mind. "AAAAwwwwww!!!!" Steve gasped, as a river of semen shot from his cock, and painted the tiled shower wall. At the same time, his eyes flew open both in passion and horror, as in his mind's eye, he saw Julian gasping, just as a huge rope of cum shot from the tip of his dick, which he, Steve, was pumping away on. "Fuck!" Steve gasped, as he came again, and in his mind, he caused Julian to cum again as well. "MMmmmmmm...." Steve moaned, his hand still moving swiftly up and down, pumping his own jism from his body, while his memory showed him pictures of him doing the same to Julian. Lost in a mixture of passion and self-disgust, Boner continued masturbating, until he'd shot all of his pent up love juice from his dick. Even afterward, as he basked in the warm pleasant after glow of his orgasm, and wallowed in self pity over how he'd achieved such a great feeling, Steve continued sliding his hand slowy up and down his rod. "UUhhnnm..." he moaned softly a few seconds later, as a last bit of cum pulsed through his urethra and oozed from his piss slit. "Shit!" he muttered disgustedly as he finally took his hand off his gradually softening dick. He took a long deep breath, held it a moment, then let it out and stepped under the water to finish his shower. * * * At the same time Steve was masturbating in the shower, Julian was back in their room, lying in bed. After having played with his hardon for a minute, as he dwelled on his sexual desires, he'd given in and found his tube of lubricant in his bag. Quickly he'd applied some to his penis, and he hand quickly began sliding swiftly up and down his rod. After a few seconds, he'd scooped up a little with the middle finger of his left hand, and spreading his legs apart and pulling his knees upward, he'd reached for his asshole. "Mmmmmm..." he moaned lowly, as he'd pressed his lubed finger firmly against his pucker, and begun massaging it, as he continued masturbating. "Oh!" Julian gasped a few seconds later, as he pressed harder, and his finger slid through his anus, and traveled up inside his rectum, directly to the place where his prostate was located. With thoughts of the previous night running through his mind, Julian quickly got into a swift rhythm with both hands, and shortly, as his right hand flew up and down his slick stick, and his finger slid in and out of his hole, pressing against his prostate with each inward thrust. Within a minute or two, Julian felt his orgasm building up, and doubled his pace. Shortly he was writhing about on the bed, as his finger slammed in and out of his asshole, and istanbul travesti his hand flew up and down his dick, combining to provide him with the utmost in delightful sexual sensations. When Julian realized he was at the point of climax, he tried to hold off for as long as he could, and he was successful for a few seconds! But then, suddenly, with a gasp, he'd exploded joyously, blowing a huge rope of semen from his cock, which, because of the angle he was holding his cock at, flew upward and landed in a string across his face, and neck. Julian didn't have time to think about it, as all too soon, he blew another load, that coated his neck and chest. His third volley landed on his chest and belly, and each subsequent spasm of joy deposited its results still further down his body, until his last one, just made a bit of cum ooze from his dick and run down it, over his thumb. "Damn!" Julian muttered, as he let go of himself and glanced downward. He was coated with streaks of semen, and could feel a long streak lying over his cheeks, nose, and just past the left side of his mouth. Worried that Steve might return soon, Julian quickly grabbed some tissues and cleaned himself up. When he was finished, he got up and looked at himself in the mirror. Finding a couple drops of cum on his right temple, he quickly rubbed them off as well. Then, he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on. Just as he was pulling on his T-shirt, Boner stepped back into the room. The two looked uneasily, and guiltily at one another and both blushed. "I-I'm gonna go shower!" Julian said. Steve nodded slightly in reply, and Julian grabbed his shower supplies and quickly left the room. * * * Steve was still packing his things when Julian returned after showering. He quickly began packing too. They worked silently, each lost in their own thoughts. As they packed their bags, and thought about all that had occurred since the previous evening, each periodically glanced furtively at the other. Finally, at one point, when Steve looked up, he realized Julian was staring right at him. Julian blushed, and looked away, but when he glanced back, Steve was still looking at him. Steve blushed then too. They continued looking at each other, both feeling mixed emotions. Finally unable to stand the tension, steve said, "Look! I'm not gonna lie to you. You were there, and would know I was. What happened last night was OK I guess. I mean, obviously, we both got off, so it had to be OK in some way. Hell... maybe it was better than just OK! But, it was just a one time thing! It has to be! OK?" He turned red then and looked away from Julian. Inside, he finally felt a little relief. At the same time though, he was shocked to realize that he also felt a little sad. As he reflected on this, he realized that a part of him would have liked to see what else might've happened. Feeling a little relieved as well, that Steve was at least speaking to him, and sadness as well that Steve was putting an end to their closeness, Julian stoically lied and said, "I know. I feel the same way." "Really?" Steve asked. Instantaneously he felt relieved that this wasn't going to get messy. Yet, his relief gave way almost instantly to a feeling of surprise that Julian felt that way, and moreover, a sense of sadness both for Julian, and for himself, that he might. Julian looked at Steve and shrugged. The two studied each other carefully for a moment. Then, their eyes connected, and for a split second each caught a glimpse into the other's mind and soul. Each recognized that the other was feeling guilty. At the same time though, each saw that the other did possess a sense of desire to continue! Additionally, they each saw some self-loathing, and of course a great deal of confusion. As they looked at one another, each realized the other probably had different feelings than they'd just admitted. They also both recognized that the other realized this about them, as well. Slowly, their expressions turned to mutual misery. Finally, they each blushed, and began to look guilty. Quickly, Steve looked away, and busied himself with his luggage. Julian followed suit a moment later. * * * Neither spoke again, and they worked silently for a few minutes, until there was a knock on the door. "Julian? Boner?" Jacob's voice came through the door. Quickly Steve stepped over to the door and opened it. "Hi Guys!" he said, trying to put on a happy face. "Hello!" Jacob said. "Hi," Harry said. "Are you ready to go yet? Evan sent us to ask," Jacob said, walking into the room. "I'm ready!" Steve said, zipping up his last bag. "I will be in just a minute," Julian said, hurrying to shove the last of his things into his luggage. "How was the pub last night?" Harry asked. "Excellent!" Boner said. "Unfortunately they all close too early over here!" "What'd you do afterward?" Jacob asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "NOTHING!" both Steve and Julian answered urgently, and in unison. Jacob and Harry looked at them, then at each other, as Steve and Julian glanced quickly at each other with strange looks on their faces. "How'd you like sharing a bed?" Harry asked, grinning devilishly and wiggling his eyebrows up and down, hoping to lighten the mood. Steve and Julian glanced again at each other, and both tinged red. Looking almost miserable Steve said in a somewhat soft, raspy voice, "It was fine." As Jacob and Harry looked curiously at them, Julian looked away so they wouldn't see the guilty look on his face. He didn't realize though that the boys could see his reflection in the mirror. When they did, they exchanged curious looks again. "C'mon, let's get going!" Steve said suddenly, in a brusque tone. "We don't want to be late!" "Right!" Julian said. The two quickly picked up their bags and stepped past the boys and walked out of the room, leaving the boys looking at each other with raised eyebrows. "What's with them?" Harry asked. "I don't know, but something's not right!" Jacob said. "I wonder if it had to do with them sharing a bed?" Harry said. They looked at each other a moment. "You don't suppose...." Jacob started to say. They looked at each other a minute yet. "Not Boner!" Harry said. "True!" Jacob agreed. He thought a moment then added, "But... Julian's never mentioned any girlfriends!" "Yeah, but Boner'd never do that!" Harry said flatly. "I know," Jacob said. "But... maybe Julian tried?" Harry furrowed his brow a minute, and thought. "Well... knowing Boner like we do - would you ever think to try anything with him?" Harry asked. Jacob thought a moment, then grinned and started to laugh. "No way!" he said. "I don't want my head ripped off and stuck up my arse!" Harry laughed then too. "Must've been something else," he said. "I guess," Jacob said. "I hope they get over it whatever it is quickly though!" "Yeah," Harry said. "C'mon!" Jacob said. He got up and headed for the door then, and Harry followed him. When they got down to the street, Pete called, "We were gonna leave without ya! What took so long?" "Jacob needed the loo again!" Harry said, laughing. "Did not!" Jacob cried, and he whacked Harry in the arm. "Alright, alright, whatever! Just get in the car and let's go! I'm starved!" Mitchell called from the driver's seat of the nearest car. Grinning, Jacob and Harry jumped in the back seat behind him. They were surprised to see Boner sitting next to him. "How come you and Julian aren't riding together?" Jacob asked. "We don't have to do everything together all the time, just because we share hotel rooms!" Steve said, testily. As Mitchell put the car in gear, he looked over at Steve. It was unlike him to be cranky like that. Steve turned and looked out the side window. As they watched him, the boys noticed that his ears had tinged red. When Mitchell glanced in the rear view at them, they just shrugged. Mitch glanced at Steve a moment, but Steven just continued looking out the window, so Mitchell eased off the clutch and down on the gas, and they pulled away, heading toward Auntie Doreen's. * * * Meanwhile, back at Auntie Doreen's... As I realized the gravity of what Andy had just said about Auntie Doreen knowing all about wrestling, my eyes grew huge as I stared at the twins, who both looked ready to die. I even felt myself blush deeply over what, I realized from the names of the "Wrestling Moves" Auntie Doreen had said the boys were practicing, she must've walked in on them actually doing. As I stared at them incredulously, both boys' faces grew darker purple/green, and they appeared to be trying to slide under the table. "If you were doing what I think you were doing, where you were doing it," I said, "I'm gonna kill you!" "OH MY GOD!" Andy shrieked, as the realization suddenly hit him! Auntie Doreen chuckled and winked at the twins and said, "Oh, it's alright laddies. I know just what it was you were doing, and it wasn't wrestling! If that's what you want from life, it's alright!" "And you lads leave them be!" she added, looking at me and Andy. "Oh My God!" Andy cried again, a little softer this time, his face a little less incredulous, but suddenly bright pink with embarrassment. I stared at the twins for a moment, as they cowered guiltily in their chairs across the table from me. I could see they realized how angry I was. "Fine!" I hissed, finally, glowering at them. "She's right it's OK if that's what you both want. You know we've always felt that way. All I'll say is, as I was saying about the drive-by's - there's a time and a place for everything! Auntie Doreen's couch in the middle of her living room is NOT the place for 'Wrestling moves!' I know you get my point. From now on - be more careful about where you're doing things! DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" "Yes," they chorused, each in a deflated tone. "good," I said, relaxing a little. "They're just lads John! You needn't be so stern!" Auntie Doreen said, smiling at me. "There are certain things even lads should realize though," I said. Before she could reply, Scott suddenly smiled slyly and piped up "I have a question for you Auntie Doreen." "Yes dear?" she said, turning and focusing on him. "Do you think out in the open in a grave yard is a good place to... 'practice wrestling moves'?" he asked, looking at me, and grinning smugly. As I felt myself turn red from both embarrassment, and anger. I thought poor Andy was going to sink into the floor. Auntie Doreen looked first at Scott, who was grinning like a cat that swallowed a canary, and nodding his head in Andy's and my direction, then at John who looked horrified that his brother was playing such a dangerous game with me. Then she looked at Andy and I. "OH MY!" Auntie Doreen cried, suddenly looking incredulously at Andy. "OH DREW - IN A CHURCH YARD? SAY YOU DIDN'T LAD! HOW COULD YOU?" Poor Andy looked more mortified than I'd ever seen him look. In fact, he looked so upset I thought I could see tears welling in his eyes. Scott noticed too and realized then he'd made a huge blunder. His grin dissipated instantly, to be replaced with a worried look. Furtively he glanced at me. "I didn't say it!" John squeaked and got up and moved behind Auntie Doreen. "OUTSIDE NOW!" I growled through bared teeth, glaring at Scott. Scott suddenly looked scared. He leaped up and ran out the back door. "JOHN!" Andy said sharply, looking alarmed. "It's -" "I'll handle it! It'll be fine!" I snapped, and I quickly followed Scott. * * * When I entered the garden behind Auntie Doreen's house, Scott was halfway across it, heading for the back gate. I quickly sprinted after him. Before he reached the gate, I'd caught up with him and grabbed him by the arm. "WHAT THE HELL IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?" I hollered, as I spun him around. At first he looked terrified as he looked up at me, but after a moment, when I didn't make a move to hit him, not that I ever had in the past, his fearful look disappeared. "I'm sorry! I didn't think it'd be such a big deal! I mean she saw me fucking John on her couch for Christ's sake!" he cried, both belligerently and defensively. "You have fucked up repeatedly this morning!" I snapped. "First you have sex in the livingroom, and Auntie Doreen walks in on you! Then you do a drive-by while your brother is showering - again - in someone else's home! And now you purposely embarrass the hell out of me and Andy, in front of his aunt! You keep telling me you're growing up! I don't see any evidence of that! What were you thinking???" As I was lecturing Scott, the guys all pulled up along the side of the road behind the back stone wall, and disgorged from their cars. As Scott and I stood glaring at each other, they reached the gate. "Well you think you're so fucking grown up! You did it in the grave yard - right out in the open! At least we were doing it inside a house! How were we supposed to know she didn't sleep in?" Scott cried more belligerently. "YOU WATCH YOUR MOUTH!" I said, loudly. Before I could say anything else, the guys walked up and side-stepped around us, looking a little uncomfortably at us. "Um... Problem?" Boner asked, stopping just as Scott yanked his arm from my grasp and glared angrily up at me. "I can handle it!" I snapped. Boner looked from me to Scott, and back. "Well," he said. "I'm sure you can... but... maybe you wanta give it a rest for a few and let someone fresh step in. Why don't you go get a cup of coffee. Pour me one too please. And Scott, you and me can have a little talk, OK man?" Scott didn't reply, but he didn't look very happy that Boner wanted to take over. I shot Boner an annoyed look. He looked evenly back at me with a "you know I'm right" look. "Fine!" I said, tensely! "YOU Go ahead and try to knock some sense into him!" Scott scowled at me, as I turned and stalked back to the house, following the others. * * * "What the hell's goin' on man? I never seen you and Horse have a problem like this before!" Boner said, putting his hand on Scott's shoulder and giving him a gentle squeeze. Scott looked up at Steve. He didn't want to discuss what had happened with him, anymore than he'd wanted to discuss it with me either. "C'mon! You know I'll find out eventually anyway. What happened?" Boner said. "I don't want to talk about it!" Scott said, determinedly. "Well... you're gonna have to talk to someone about it, cause John's obviously pissed as hell at you about whatever it is!" Steve said. * * * Nobody spoke when I stalked into the house. Quickly I poured a couple mugs of coffee, and threw a little cream in them, and headed for the back door again. "Excuse me for a minute - again," I said, and I backed against the screen door and exited the kitchen again. As I headed back to Scott and Boner, with mine and Boner's coffee, I heard Scott shouting angrily, "I don't have to talk to anyone about anything if I don't want to!" I was mildly aussaged that Steve wasn't having any better luck than I had had. Looking up and seeing me coming again, Scott scowled nastily, spun on his heel, slammed the garden gate open and ran off down the road, away from us, leaving Boner looking after him with a bewildered, and somewhat hurt expression on his face. Myself, I felt exasperated, and a little worried too that he might get lost. I didn't realize it, but Andy followed me out of the house, and was right behind me. As we reached Steve, he looked at us and shook his head. "Go drink your coffee - I'll take care of Scott!" he said. We both looked at him, surprised. He just smiled at us and headed for the gate. As we watched him, he opened the gate and turned in the direction Scott had run, and set off down the road after him. In the distance, I saw Scott who'd finally stopped running. He was trudging along away from us yet, his head hanging down. Boner looked at me and said "So... Andy's trying to help 'father them' now too?" "A little," I said, smiling wryly. "He's not too bad at it either - slightly different perspective than our's at times." "Cool!" Boner said. "Sounds like that's what's needed right about now!" I handed Boner his mug of coffee and motioned to a bench at the side of the garden. We walked over to it and both sat down. Neither of us said anything, as we were both lost in our own thoughts. I was worried about how I was going to handle Scott, who was obviously becoming rebellious now that he was getting older. I assumed Steve was thinking the same thing, but he wasn't. His mind had wandered back to his dilemma over what had happened between him and Julian, and his worries about his sexuality. Both lost in thought, we sat in companionable silence for a while, sipping our coffee in the warm early morning sunshine, as bugs and butterflies buzzed and drifted around Auntie Doreen's flowers. * * * Andy followed Scott at a distance for a couple minutes. Finally, he jogged up to him, then slowed down and fell into step alongside him. After a minute of walking along silently together, Scott said, "So they sent you to try and fix me now?" "No," Andy said. "I'm on my way to Claren's to get our breakfast. I don't suppose you'd walk there with me? I could use the help carrying it all back to Auntie Doreen's." "I can't go back there," Scott said, trudging miserably along next to Andy, scuffing his feet on the dirt road. Andy smiled and put his hand on Scott's far shoulder, squeezed it, and hugged him for a moment as they walked. Easing his hug, but leaving his hand on the boy's shoulder, Andy said, "Yes you can Scott. Auntie Doreen understands, and isn't mad at you." "Is she mad at you for doing it in the grave yard?" Scott asked. "By the way, I'm sorry for telling her. I didn't think it was such a bad thing - not compared to what me and John did." "Well, thank you Scott for your apology!" Andy said, brightly. "And no, Auntie Doreen isn't really upset with me or John. She's not upset at all with you either. She likes you and your brother very much! Claims you remind her of me a bit!" "Really?" Scott asked, looking up at Andy, surprised. "Did you have sex on her couch too?" "N- ... well... um... No!," Andy said, suddenly tinging pink and appearing flustered. "Um... let's just say... well... let's just not talk about ME just now! Let's talk about you!" Scott grinned, "So she caught you too huh?" Andy blushed deeper, and smiled stupidly and said, "Let's just say that apparently she witnessed me doing something similar with a friend when I was growing up too, but caught herself in time before she walked in on us!" Scott's grin widened, and he said, "That's so cool! Who was it? Tell me all about it!" Andy chuckled and said, "Like I told you Scott, we need to get YOU all sorted out now. Now isn't the time to be discussing me!" "Oh alright!" Scott said, his smile fading. "Right then!" Andy said. "So... what seems to be the problem? Oh, we turn left here." As they came to a small cross roads, Andy turned left. Scott followed along. "I don't know," Scott whined. "All I know is that everything I do lately is wrong! I know we shouldn't have had sex on your aunt's couch, and I know I shouldn't have done a drive-by on John, and I know I shouldn't have told about you and John in the grave yard... and I know I shouldn't have talked like I did to John and Boner. All I keep doing is fucking up! It's not like I want to! I want everyone to think I'm grown up, and to like me, but all I do is fuck everything up! Everyone's gonna hate me!" "No they won't!" Andy said. "And actually, fucking everything up is absolutely normal for boys your age! Used to happen to me all the time! It's hormones! They're RAGING out of control at your age, and that causes you to want to always be doing outrageous things! That's all. It'll stop when you get older." Scott stopped walking, so Andy did too. He looked at Andy for a minute, then said, "Is that true, or are you bullshitting me?" Andy chuckled and said, "It's actually VERY true!" "Really?" Scott said, smiling a little. "So... I'll outgrow this?" "Yes you will!" Andy said, smiling. "Cool!" Scott said, looking relieved. Suddenly he frowned again though and said, "But what do I do about the messes I made just now?" "Well... that's not too difficult to figure out really. I'm sure if you think about it, you'll come up with the answer," Andy said. "Come along now." Andy started walking again, and Scott followed him. They walked along for a minute or so in silence. "Do you think I should apologize?" Scott asked softly, finally. "Well... if you're not sure, I think it's the wisest thing to do. Anyway, in your case - yes, I think an apology... or apologies, are warranted." Andy said. Looking sheepishly at Andy, Scott said, "I apologize for all the things I did this morning. I know I embarrassed you in front of your aunt, and I'm sorry." Andy smiled and said, "Thank you Scott. Apology accepted!" Scott smiled then too. They walked along quietly for another hundred yards or so, until they'd come abreast of what looked like a farm yard where there was a small stone building near the road. "What's this place?" Scott asked. "This is Claren's," Andy said. "DREW?" A woman cried from within the little stone building, before either could say anything else. "Drew MacDoogle?" "Aye, 'tis me Mum!" Andy said, smiling, as a tall thin woman rushed out of the building and over to him. When she reached him, she instantaly threw her arms around him. The two hugged each other for a moment, then the lady began questioning Andy, who answered all her questions. After a couple minutes, her quest for knowledge of what Andy had been up to began to become sated, and her gaze fell on Scott, who'd been standing patiently by Andy's side, waiting. Andy introduced the two and explained how Scott came to be in Scotland with him. Then he told her that they'd come for breakfast for everyone, and they fell to the business of Auntie Doreen's order. Shortly, Andy and Scott set off back to the house, laden with eggs, butter, cream, and milk. * * * About 15 minutes later, Andy and Scott reached Auntie Doreen's house again. Boner and I were still sitting on the bench in the garden, talking. Scott's demeanor became very apprehensive when he saw the two of us look up. "Give me your things and go on," I heard Andy say softly. Looking very nervous, Scott turned and piled his packages on top of Andy's in Andy's arms, then turned toward us, while Andy continued on to the house. Boner and I watched then as Scott made his way slowly toward us with a look of trepidation on his face. When he stopped in front of us he gulped and looked down at his shoes. In a barely audible voice he said, "I'm sorry I talked to you guys like I did earlier, and I'm sorry for all the things I fuc-screwed up this morning." Steve and I looked at each other, and Steve smiled at me. I smiled back. "Thank you for your apology," I said. "I understand that you didn't purposely try to do or say anything that would upset anyone. In the future though, you need to think before you act or speak! OK? Before you do something, just consider whether what you're about to do or say can cause a problem for anyone. That's all." "I really didn't mean to get anyone mad at me," he said. "I know you didn't Scott, and for the record, nobody's mad at you. A little annoyed maybe, and a little embarrassed, but we all still love you!" I said. Behind the hair that was hanging over his face, I was pretty sure I saw Scott's face relax a little. "And when we try to talk to you about something you've done that might not have been the best thing to do, we're only trying to help you, so you understand, and don't do it again," Boner added. "I know," Scott said. "OK then," I said, standing kadıköy travesti up. "I expect breakfast is cooking by now. How about we go see what's happening inside." "Guess I need to apologize to Auntie Doreen too," Scott said. "Probably a good idea," I said, as Boner got up too. Scott looked up at me then, searchingly. "I'm sorry for being such a pain in your ass," he said. I grinned and reached out and pulled him into a hug, squeezing him firmly. Immediately I felt his arms encircling me, as relieved that I obviously wasn't upset with him anymore, he squeezed me in return. "It's OK, I know it's all part of growing up," I said. "Just remember, I'm on your side! I just wanta see you grow up happy and respectable, so give me a break!" Scott squeezed me harder and murmured "I will!" I kissed him on top of the head, then let go of him. He released me as well, then turned to Boner and looked uncertainly at him a moment. Steve smiled slightly and winked at him. Impulsively Scott smiled and threw his arms around Steve and hugged him too. Boner looked a little surprised, but a wide grin spread across his face as he hugged Scott back. "Alright, enough mushy stuff, let's go eat!" Steve said, chuckling and pushing Scott off him a minute later. Smiling, the three of us headed into the house. * * * "Ah!" Auntie Doreen said, as we walked in the door. "There you lads are! And you're all smiles! Brilliant!" She smiled broadly. Shyly Scott walked over to her. He tinged pink as everyone quieted down and watched him. "Um... I'm sorry about the um ... 'wrestling', and ... well... about everything," he said extremely softly, looking down at his feet. "Well thank you Laddie. It's quite alright!" Auntie Doreen said, and she patted his cheek. Then, so as not to prolong his embarrassment, she quickly changed the subject. "Now! How does everyone like their eggs cooked?" There was a chorus of various styles of eggs for a moment and poor Auntie Doreen suddenly looked a little daunted. "We ALL like scrambled eggs Auntie Doreen!" I said. A couple of the guys glanced strangely at me, but suddenly caught on. "Yeah!" "Scrambled's great!" I love Scrambled!" and various other such comments were called out from everyone. Auntie Doreen smiled and said, "Now really Lads, I can cook all types of eggs!" There was another chorus of various "scrambled is fine!" and other such comments, so chuckling Auntie Doreen reached for a larger bowl. "Well, fine! That's what you'll get then, she said, smiling, as she began cracking eggs into the bowl. "Hey!" I said to Andy, sidling up to him. "Thanks for whatever you did with Scott!" Andy smiled and said, "Oh John! I didn't do anything! We just talked on our way to Claren's!" "That's right!" I exclaimed. "You and I were supposed to go to Claren's together!" Then in a lower tone I added, "You still owe me the story of you and Gavin McClure!" Andy grinned and said, "There's plenty of time for that later!" * * * Auntie Doreen cooked up a huge batch of scrambled eggs, to go with the platefuls of bacon and sausages she'd fried earlier, and the sheets of scones that were baking in the oven. Shortly we were all sitting and/or standing around her tiny kitchen, eagerly devouring the delicious meal she'd cooked, as she looked on nervously apologizing for not having enough seats for us all. "Don't worry about it Auntie Doreen, we're used to sitting on the floor and eating. We do it all the time a home in the living room!" John said, between bites. He and Scott, and Jacob