Date: Mon, 13 Feb 2006 18:35:43 -0500
From: Miss Meehan <lilliluthor@hotmail.com>
Subject: Roman's Customizing - Chapter 13

Warnings: This story depicts an incestuous relationship between two
brothers. Non-con depicted in this chapter.

Disclaimer: See Chapter One.

It had been a year since Joe Roman had shown up at his father's auto body
shop to claim his inheritance. When he arrived a year after his father's
death, he had meant to collect some money and go. Instead he ended up
becoming part of the family his father had abandoned him for. Joe had
resented Claire for stealing his father and having children that took his
father's love away from him. And now, a year later, he was thankful for
Claire's generosity and love. She had offered him a job, then a partnership
in Roman's Customizing. She gave him a stable place to live and a sense of
family. In some ways all this made him feel guilty about the one thing
she'd given him unintentionally; her eldest son.

Matt and Joe had managed to conceal their relationship for nearly as long
as Joe had been there. Stolen weekends and secret nights when Claire was at
school obtaining a degree in Business Management. No one was more surprised
than Joe that the forbidden affair with his underage half-brother had
blossomed into a relationship. It was more than sex for both of them now.
Some weekends, Matt would come to Joe's room and they'd talk about school
and music and plans for the future. Joe had always regretted dropping out
of school and running off at the age of sixteen. It was Matt who encouraged
him to get his GED, even though it would take time away from them. In fact,
the opposite proved true, Matt spent hours helping Joe study, quizzing him,
encouraging him not to give up. When Joe finally got his certificate, he
and Matt had a private celebration after the one Claire had arranged with
the family.

Joe used Matt as a sounding board. He could tell him anything, bounce ideas
off of him. Matt was wiser than any sixteen year old he'd ever known. Wiser
in many ways than Joe had been. Joe remembered those first few weeks after
he left home. He was going to race cars like his father, only he was too
young and didn't have a license. Instead he ended up doing grunt work
around the tracks. Sleeping in garages and scrounging up money anyway he
could.

He was young and good looking and even in the macho world of auto racing,
Joe found that other skills were equally appreciated. Off the tracks, in
side alleys, behind the filthy stands, Joe earned a living servicing dirty
old men and thrill seeking young men. He spent so much time on his knees,
he thought sure his kneecaps would be shot by the time he was twenty. Joe
recalled the incident that led him back to Philadelphia and his father's
shop. He recalled how Matt had wept and held him when he recounted the tale
to him. It was the first in a long line of times that Matt took over the
role of caregiver and comforter.

Joe had traveled down to Tennessee. It was his first opportunity to
actually race. He was nineteen and a promoter had invited him down to join
the tryouts. One of Joe's steady customers had gone down with him. He was
sponsoring his car and had arranged things for Joe to race. Joe recalled to
Matt how excited he had been. He had seen a win as a chance to escape out
of the life he had boxed himself into. He and Clay had arrived in Nashville
and checked into a sleazy motel filled with truckers and bikers and other
guests just passing through. Although Joe protested, he and Clay ended up
sharing a room. The rotund man had protested about all the cash he was
laying out for Joe to be there in the first place.

Clay had told Joe that they were going to dinner to meet some other
sponsors and promoters. He ushered Joe into the shower and instructed him
to hurry because they were running late for their appointment.

Joe was thrilled. He was finally on track. He would put his past behind him
and follow in his father's footsteps. He hoped in some small way, even
though his dad was dead, he would somehow be proud of him and earn the love
and respect he'd lost when he had remarried. When Joe emerged from the
shower with just a thin cheap hotel towel wrapped around his waist, he
stepped out into the room to find it filled with at least five men, each
equally as repulsive as Clay. Joe thought nothing of it at first. He
apologized thinking these were the men Clay was talking about. He promised
to be ready shortly and reached in his bag for his clothes. That's when
Clay stepped up behind him and told him he was ready now.

Matt had gasped when Joe recounted the horrors of that evening. Each man
had taken a turn with the nineteen year old. After, Clay had announced that
they'd earned their entry fee and left to get something to eat. Joe
gathered up what little money he had, dressed quickly and fled. As much as
he had wanted a shower, he wanted even more to get away from Clay. That's
when he made up his mind to seek out Claire and his share of the family
business.

Matt had held Joe tight against his chest as tears he never got to shed
before broke out of him like flood waters over a dam. Matt stayed with him
until he fell asleep and early in the morning he was there waiting for him
to wake up. Joe had never shared that story with anyone. He knew when he
shared it with Matt and woke to find Matt there beside him, that their
relationship was much deeper than stolen kisses and hurried sex.

Now a year later, Joe was looking forward to their planned weekend of
celebration. After the time Matt had gotten hurt, Claire was hesitant about
the two of them going off together. This time they were going camping.
Unfortunately Claire had insisted they take Andy and Lloyd had somehow
ended up inviting himself too. Matt had insisted it was even better if
Lloyd came. Lloyd could stay at camp with Andy while they stole away
someplace and celebrated their anniversary. Matt was so enthusiastic about
it that Joe grudgingly accepted the situation. His mind was already working
overtime on how he could be alone all night with Matt.

Lloyd had gotten a hold of his mother's RV.  He had to pay for a trip to
Las Vegas for her to give up her treasured vehicle but it was well worth
it..  The weather had changed considerably as they prepared to head to an
RV resort and campground in Lake George, NY.  It would take several hours
of driving so the plan was to leave around midnight.  Mrs. Burwell's RV
wasn't bad as far as RV's went.  Towards the back was the bedroom area
complete with two twin beds and a sliding partition to divide the area off.
It was decided that Lloyd and Andy would have the sleeping area.  Coming
further up was a slightly gaudy sea foam green imitation leather sofa on
the left wall behind the driver's side and a Formica table with matching
seating to the right. A small kitchen with range top, sink and fridge were
on the left of the cabin door.  A makeshift closet to the right.  There was
very little privacy to be had in the vehicle.  Joe hoped he could convince
the group to camp out one night and then steal away back to the RV with
Matt in tow.

They didn't lack for food as Lloyd, Matt, Joe and Andy took inventory.
Claire prepared a feast of fried chicken, potato salad, homemade pie and
fresh lemonade.  She took into consideration that besides her growing boys,
Lloyd would also be traveling.  Lloyd on the other hand provided all the
junk food they could handle. From potato chips to twinkies, Joe imagined
Lloyd had cleaned out the supermarket shelves for their four day trip.
Matt had been more sensible.  He had been working after school at an
Italian restaurant.  With the money he saved he purchased fruit, nuts,
bottled water and healthy snacks.  Joe opted for camping stables like
beans, beef jerky, tortillas and dip. By the time the fridge and the
cabinets were packed, there wasn't a space left.

Joe was going to drive and Matt would be his copilot.  With their bags
finally loaded, Claire hugged and kissed them goodbye, issuing final
instructions before finally stepping out of the RV.

"Take care of my boys Joe," called out as the pulled out of the garage well
past midnight.

"I will," he said, knowing one of her boys he planned to take care of very
well.

The drive to Lake George was uneventful.  Andy had only lasted an hour
playing go fish with Lloyd.  Matt carried his younger brother to the
sleeping quarters and got him ready for bed.  He sat with him for awhile
before returning to the cab.  Lloyd was sitting in the passenger seat
chatting away. Matt snickered when he caught Joe's eye in the side mirror
looking rather pissed.  In spite of the food they had, Lloyd had spotted a
rest stop with a dunkin donuts and insisted Joe turn off. An argument
ensued until Matt spoke up suggesting that Joe could use a cup of coffee.

Joe acquiesced and they sent pulled into the parking area and sent Lloyd
off with an order for a Box of Joe and a dozen donuts.  As soon as Lloyd
was gone, Joe joined his brother on the sofa, checking to make sure the
hideous green drapes were fully drawn. They both instinctively looked
towards the rear of the cabin before focusing their full attention on each
other.

"This was a horrible idea," Joe whispered, slipping a hand between his
brother's legs.

"It will get better, I promise," Matt whispered back, quickly unzipping his
pants and giving Joe full access to his semi-hard cock.

"This is like being home. No privacy," Joe spoke, between nibbles at his
brother's neck.

"Stop complaining and kiss me," Matt demanded.

If it hadn't been for the fact that Lloyd loved to sing and hum while he
walked, he would have been in for quite a surprise.  Both Roman's had
gotten carried away by their passion and Joe had ended up on his knees
trying to give Matt the quickest and quietest blow job ever. Matt's arms
were sprawled across the back of the sofa and his legs were spread wide for
his half-brother.  Joe had barely gotten three good licks along the
pulsating vein of his brother's shaft when they heard Lloyd whistling
happily as he approached the vehicle.

"Shit," Matt cried out before clutching his mouth with both hands.  Joe
scrambled to his feet head whipping from the door to the back area where
Andy slept.

Matt fumbled to stuff his hard cock back into his pants.  It was painful
but he got it done.  He adjusted the jacket to cover his protrusion and Joe
seated himself as casual as possible against the draperied window of the
the kitchen area.

Matt kept telling him things would get better.  Joe wasn't so sure.  Right
now more than a cup of coffee, he needed a cold shower.  As always, Lloyd
was oblivious when he entered. Joe force a smile on his face and filled his
cup with coffee and grabbed a donut.  He headed back to the cab looking
over his shoulder at Matt.  The younger Roman took his cue, quickly making
himself a coffee and grabbing the least sugary donut before taking his
rightful place beside his brother.