Date: Fri, 3 Jan 2014 17:32:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Ben Ezra Jacobson <ben_ezra_jacobson@yahoo.com>
Subject: HENRI, Chapter 4

				   HENRI

				 Chapter 4

     Maurice and Hank drove to the airport to pick up Tom when his flight
landed.  They got him situated into the front seat of Maurice's SUV and the
three drove home to the Chateau Dairy Farms.

     Tom had a white cane and two weeks of instruction on how to use.  His
therapy would start again next week and he would have to make a three hour
trip to the city for counseling, therapy and medical treatment.

     At the front gate, Maggie was waiting for them.  She kissed Tom on the
side of the face and told him that he would be staying in Hanks old
room...and Hank would take the attic.

     "Maggie, if it is OK with you and Maurice...until I adjust...could
Hank stay in his own room...and I would just stay there with him..?  Until
I get used to the white cane and the layout of the house again...I am going
to need some help getting to the bathroom."

     "Well of course dear...what ever you want.  Hank won't mind a bit,
will you?"

     "Not at all.  It's good to have you home with us again," Hank
responded.

     "Maurice, I should have listened to you.  There is no use kicking
ourselves for past mistakes now...but you were right and I was wrong...and
I want you to know that I am man enough to admit it."

     Maurice went over to his younger brother and gave him a light Dutch
rub on his scalp...before thinking that it might be painful yet...but Tom
never flinched nor made a peep.  He extended his hand and Maurice shook it
firmly.

     "Tom...I wish you could have come home under different
circumstances...but I am glad to have you here with us again."

     "Thanks," he said...and smiled...setting everyone more at ease.

     At dinner, Tom asked Hank to describe the table setting layout...so he
would know where the eating utensils were.  His beverage was at the 2 O'
Clock position by his plate.  It seemed strange to describe it as such, but
knowing before hand kept Tom from knocking over his glass.  During the
meal...he would ask Hank many times how far to reach and in which
direction.

     It was nearly 9:00 PM when the table was cleared, dirty dishes were
placed in the dishwasher...and after sitting to visit for quite a
time...Tom announced that he was really tired and needed to get some sleep.
Maurice walked him to Hank's room and told him good night.

     "I'll turn your care over to Hank now, Tom.  If you need anything in
the night and Hank can't take care of it...send him to fetch me...and I
will come help."

     "Thanks, Maurice.  I think Hank and I can take it from here.  Good
night."

     "Hank, if you can take my clothing as I remove it and lay it across
the chair near by...and then guide me to the bath room...I think when I get
back... I will be ready to sack out."

     "Sure thing," Hank responded.

     Tom stepped out of his uniform and socks...and pulled his tee shirt
over his head and passed them to Hank.  He sat there for a minute trying to
decide whether or not to take off his boxers.  He had to wear them while in
the military...and had gotten used to it...but now, he stood up...and
pushed them down...kicking them in the direction of Hank's voice.

     On the return from the bath room...Hank led him to his old side of the
bed and then helped him get between the sheets and settle back.  Hank went
around to his own side...peeled off all of his clothes and also slid in
between the sheets.  He turned the knob on the lamp and plunged the room
into total darkness.

     "Slide over here kid...and put your head on my shoulder," said
Tom...and Hank did not waste any trouble doing just that.


     "I have missed you Hank.  It sure is good to be home and to feel your
body close to mine again."

     Tom ran his right hand through Hank's hair and over his face.

     "Still as handsome as when I left,' he said as he maneuvered around
Hanks nose and chin and ears.  "It is so good to touch you and feel you
next to me."

      He ran his hands over Hank's chest, pinched him lightly on the
nipples, moved down to put his finger in his belly button and then down to
run his fingers through the abundant brown pubic hair.  Hank started
getting an erection.  Tom massaged his cock with his fingers, then rolled
his balls around in his hand.  He moved down a ways onto the hair on his
upper thighs.

     "You've grown," He said.

     "I have," Hank affirmed.  "You said I would, you know."

     Tom moved his hand back to Hank's cock and put his fingers around it
and just held them there.  Hank was hard as a rock.

     "I sure would like to spend more time with that monster all over me
Hank, but I am just too damn tired this evening.  Will you forgive me if I
put this reconnoiter on hold till morning?"

     "That's OK, Tom.  As good as it feels...I can wait.  You sleep.  We
will amuse each other in the morning."  Hank turned and kissed his uncle on
the side of his cheek...and Tom pulled him close and kissed his forehead
and then kissed him on the lips.  Hank returned his head to Tom's out
stretched arm, turned on his left side, and scooted back against him...and
went to sleep.

                                           .  .  .  .  .  .  .

     Maggie had fixed a large country breakfast for them.  Hank came down
the stairs with Tom holding onto the banister railing on one side and
holding onto Hank on the other.  He had learned to count the steps so that
he was not so likely to miss a step and take a fall.  It was about 8:00 AM.
Hank and Tom had woken up early and had had a shower.  Hank had gotten into
the shower with him to keep him from slipping and taking a fall.  He had
helped him dress.  And now the two were ready to chow down on some
breakfast.

     Tom ate a healthy helping of everything.  He said that it was funny
how getting home improved one's appetite.  In the military, he said
everyone was always hungry after an early morning work out...and then he
blushed.

      He hoped that his comment did not suggest that he had had any kind of
work out before breakfast this morning.  He and Hank had had a very good
work out.  He had not had any sexual encounters since he joined the
military and he was not used to spending a half hour on his hands and knees
while someone else penetrated him.  The sensation was so good...that he did
not want his orgasm and ejaculation to come as quickly as it did.  Hank had
not hosted anyone of Tom's size other than Pete, since he left...and in
Tom's zeal to get in and get going...he now was a bit sore from the hurried
entry...even though the end results were spectacular.

     It was time for Hank to go to school.  He didn't want to ...but Tom
insisted that he get going.  He would see him when he got home this evening
after working at the store.  Tom talked with Maggie most of the day as she
went about her chores and preparations for the evenings supper.  She
related to Tom about Hank's faint at the Loggins' and how it was brought on
by him being over wrought with fear when they had not heard from him during
the three week silence.  She told him Pete Loggins had taken care of Hank
and even worked for him at the store...sending his money to Pete so he
would think that his salary was not altered because of the accident.  She
told him of Pete inviting Hank to the university for a week end...and how
he returned better contented for all their talking about him.

     "All the time you were gone...it was you that Hank thought about.  He
talked of little else but your safe routine.  You know...it might be time
for you to tell him the truth," she said.

     "I don't think that is a good idea Maggie.  I can't risk hurting
him...and it would kill me if he turned against me," he answered her back.
"No... I can't do it...at least not for some time."

       "OK dear...but at some point...he deserves to know."

       "I know...but promise me that you and Dad will let me tell him."

        She did not respond back...just smiled and resumed her work.

       Tom stood up and with his white cane...tapped his way to the front
door and went out to sit in the porch swing and enjoy the morning air.  He
could not see the lay of the land...but the air smelled of cows and the
juniper evergreens that surrounded the large porch.
                                                          .  .  .  .  .  .
.  .

      Thanksgiving was getting closer.  Pete would be coming home on
Wednesday for a four day break from college.  Hank could hardly wait to see
him.  There was much to talk about.  Marietta was also looking forward to
her brother's return and was hoping that Tim Kotter would be coming with
him...but the Kotter's were having their own family celebrations and Tim
was expected to be there.  So Pete caught the train for home and arrive on
Wednesday afternoon.  He asked Hank to meet him at the train station.

     "Pete...it is so damn good to see you again.  I have been excited to
tell you all that has happened at the farm since I saw you back in
September."

     "That goes double for me Hank.  I wanted you to meet the train so that
I could talk to you about an idea I have," he responded back.  "What is the
chances of you getting Friday after `bird-day' free and the two of us go
over to the lake house for the day.  My family is going to be hosting my
grandparents and several aunts and uncles...and Marietta has been invited
to go shopping with Peg Paisley for the day.  I would like for us to just
go hang out at the lake house...what do you think?"

     "Sure sounds great.  Will your folks care." Hank asked?

      "No...the place needs to be cleaned up...the patio furniture put away
for the winter and the house winterized.  I thought we could tend
that...and still have some time to spend together," Pete suggested.

       "I'd like that.  Let's plan on it.  My uncle Tom will be busy with
the family who will be at our house for a few days...so there should not be
any problem with me getting away for a few hours."

      "That's great," Pete replied.

      "Let's go get some burgers at the diner...and then I'll drive you
home."

      "Fantastic...both of them," he said, "Let's get going."
                                                    .  .  .  .  .  .  .  .

      The Thanksgiving Day Celebration in the Chateau family was a big
affair with a lot of the extended family present.  The weather had turned
remarkably cooler...much like an early preview of winter.  A fire was
burning in the fireplace in the living room and another one in the fire
place in the dinning room.  The atmosphere was cheery.

     During the dinner that Maggie had prepared, the conversation turned to
things that we are most thankful for.  In turn, each told of the blessings
they had had during the last year.  When it came around to Hank...he said
that he was most thankful for the safe return of his Uncle Tom Chateau from
Desert Storm.  When it was time for Tom to share his thoughts he said, " I
am thankful for my family...all of you and for the good care you have given
me."

      Desserts were passed around...and the favorite seemed to be Maggie's
Pecan Pie.  Lunch took a couple of hours from start to finish.  By the time
it was done...the men adjourned to the living room to watch a football
game...and the older ones to drift off into a nap...the kind that comes
upon one from having too much to eat.

     "Hank," said Tom...will you help me get upstairs.  "As much as I would
like to listen to the football game...I think a nap would suit me better
right now."

     "Sure thing," Hank responded.  He took his uncle to the stairs and
helped him get his foot on the first step...and up they want...counting the
steps.

     "What you going to do with your afternoon Hank," Tom asked.

     "Dunno, may be stretch out here with you," he said and patted Tom on
the butt.

     Hank kicked off his shoes and started to pull his shirt over his head
but Tom stopped him.

     "Listen kid, I have something to talk to you about.  Sit down."

     "That sounds ominous...is something wrong?"

     "Good job Hank...your vocabulary is really improving.  I am
impressed."

     "That's well and good, but what do you want to talk about," Hank
queried?

                                         TOM TELLS THE TRUTH

     "I wish I could ask you not to over react, but that would be kind of
silly.  I don't want to hurt you or have you think that I have perpetuated
a lie and withheld facts...which I have.., but most of all, I don't want
you to turn away from me," Tom told him.

     "Shit...what did you do...rob a bank when you were overseas," Hank
asked, chuckling.

      "Hank...I am not your uncle.  And Maurice is not my brother."

     "Yeah, sure," Hank answered back, "what's the punch line Tom?"

      "No...I'm not bull-shitting you kid.  I have kept this from you too
long...and you are old enough to know the truth.  Maggie and Maurice agree
with me...and they think I am the one who should tell you this."

     Hank's face went instantly sober.  "Go on."

     "Maurice is my dad.  The same as he is yours.  You and I are half
brothers.  He got my mom pregnant when they were seniors in high school.
She wouldn't marry him.  She took me and left the area.  Dad...,
Maurice...married Maggie several years later and you were born a year and a
half after that.  When you were five...we moved back into the state...and
my mother started letting me come to visit.  We thought it best if you
thought I was your uncle...and so the family went along with the
lie...because we thought we were protecting you from embarrassment.  Mom
died just before I graduated from college.  We told you that I went to
school on scholarships...but Maurice paid for all my college expenses and
that is why he and Maggie have had a struggle with the farm.  That's why he
wanted me to come live on the farm and work for him.  He paid me a lot more
than a common field hand...because I was his son too.  The more time I
spent with you...the more I wanted to spend with you.  You became my little
brother.  You
 were my little brother.  I learned that I loved you...oh not in a sexual
sense...that came much later...but I loved being around you and trying to
help you.  Then when the sexual element became part of the equation...I
told myself that this shouldn't be...but I couldn't help it.  That is the
real reason I tried to stop it the night you tried to tie me up."

      Hank sat quietly and listened.  His expression did not change.  His
countenance went just blank.

     "Hank, can you forgive me for the wrongs I have perpetrated against
you," he asked?

     "Tom, is all of this suppose to change how I feel about you," Hank
asked?

     "I would hope not, but I am not omniscient," he answered back, " you
are going to have to tell me."

     Hank got up and walked to the other side of the bed, sat down on the
edge and placed his hand over Tom's heart.  "We always jokingly called each
other brother.  Thank you for telling me the whole story.  I need to go
down stairs for a bit.  Will you be OK up here by yourself, for a little
while?"

     "Sure kid...I feel sleepy...and a little snooze will be welcome."

     Hank leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, patted his shoulder
and left the room.

     Maurice saw him come down the stairs.  Their eyes met but Hank
continued to the door and went out and sat in the porch swing.  The air was
cold...but it felt good to escape the heat from the house.

     Maggie looked at Maurice and with her head, nodded towards the door.
He got up and went outside and sat down in the swing next to Hank.

     "Tom told you, did he," Maurice asked?

     "Yes."

     "Son, I hope you don't feel betrayed...but we just couldn't find a way
to tell you.  Tom has always been a good boy.  I wish I could have been
more a part of his life...but until a few years ago...I had given up all
hope of that happening.  We used the uncle story to try to spare you
embarrassment."

     "I know Dad...and I am OK with that."

      "Are you sure," Maurice asked?

     "Yeah Dad.  Hey, thanks for doing the right thing by Tom.  He thinks
the world of you," Hank answered back.

     "I love him too, Son...just the way I love you...and Mom.  She took
him in as if he were her own."

     "I know it, Dad."

     Maurice stood up, "You are a bit young yet...but you will learn that
there are a lot of people in this old world that have secrets, son.  We are
imperfect people in an imperfect world...trying to do the best we can, with
what we have to work with.  Does that make sense?"

     "Thanks Dad...I understand."

     With that thought, Maurice returned to the house.

     Hank walked down the lane to the lake and sat on the beach where he
and Tom had gone skinny dipping.  He remembered Tom spitting into his hand
and jacking him off.  It had been the first time he had been stimulated to
an ejaculation by someone else's hand other than his own.

     Sex with your brother would be called `incest'.  He was going to have
to think about this.

     When he got back to the house...the football game was still underway.
His mom and some of the other ladies were sewing on a quilt in the den.
Hank mounted the stairs to his room and found Tom asleep.  He locked the
door and lay down on the bed.  Tom rolled over on his left side and
extended his left arm.  Hank re-positioned himself on his left side so he
could have Tom's arm under the crook of his neck.  Tom placed his right arm
over Hank's shoulder and pulled him close.  Hank scooted back towards him.
He lay quietly next to his brother, listening to him breath.

     " I love you Tom," he whispered.

     Tom leaned forward and kissed the back of his neck.  They slept.