Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 15:12:29 -0700 (PDT) From: Thomas Gaige <togaige@yahoo.com> Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob - Chapter 27 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys. 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 27 ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- After classes were over, I was a little surprised to see Evan waiting for me at my locker. For some reason, I'd figured he wouldn't show up. I was happy he did. He looked a little nervous. I grinned as I walked up to him. He shot me a nervous smile. I said "You OK?" "I guess," he muttered. "So where should we go so we can talk alone quietly?" I asked. "Do you know a pub on Thames Road - The 'Bell & Crown'?" he asked. "Yeah, I think so," I said. "Can we go there?" he asked. "Sure," I said, "but I have to pick up some homework for Andy, then drop my step-brother and his friend off at my house. Do you wanta ride with us, or meet me there?" "I'll meet you there," he said, "how long will it take you?" "Bout 30 - 40 minutes," I said. "OK, I'll be there," he said, and took off. As he was walking off down the hall, Devon Lankford came around the corner, and stared loathingly at me. I glared back at him, and he finally diverted his eyes and moved on. I went and got Andy's homework, then met Jacob and Harry by the door to the parking lot. As we were standing by the door and I was telling them I was going to drop them at our house and go out a while, Laney came dragging along. She looked white as a sheet, and was yawning. "I don't know why I'm so tired," she said, covering her mouth to stifle a yawn as she walked up to us. "You look terrible Laney!" Harry said, with concern. "I'm fine, just exhausted," she said, "I'm glad I don't have to work today. I think I'll go home and take a nap." I told her I thought that was a good idea, and that I was taking Harry over to our house, and that I'd bring him home in the evening, after supper. She said that would be good, then she wouldn't have to cook. Her parents were going to be out too, so she'd just nap she said. She mussed Harry's hair and told him to behave, then smiled at Jacob and I and left. "She really doesn't look good!" Harry said, watching out the window in the door, as she made her way to her car. "Yeah, hope that nap helps," Jacob said. "If not, she may be getting the flu," I said, "how're you feeling Harry?" "I'm fine," he said. "OK then, let's go," I said, and pushed the door open. I stopped at home long enough to drop off Andy's homework and, help him to the loo. Elizabeth was sleeping. Jacob and Harry said they'd help Andy with a little of his work, as soon as their's was done. I told them I'd be back in time to make supper, and left. I got to the 'Bell & Crown' exactly 40 minutes from when I'd spoken with Evan. He was sitting alone at a small table in the back corner, sipping a pint of ale. He didn't look very happy. I got a pint for myself and joined him. He smiled weakly at me when I sat down. "Cheers" I said, holding up my glass. He clinked his to mine, and we both took a good chug. "Mmm, good," I said smacking my lips and smiling. Evan flashed a quick grin at me. "Nice place," I said looking around. "Never been here before, then?" Evan asked. "Nope, haven't had the opportunity till now," I said. Evan took another swallow of his ale, and eyed me nervously. "So, you wanta tell me your story?" I asked, smiling warmly at him. He looked at me, and I could tell he was confused and nervous. "I don't know why it's so important, but if you wanta know, I guess I can tell you," he said. "Good," I said, "because I would like to get to know you better - the real Evan - not that bullying facade you've been hiding behind at school." He looked at me again, only this time he looked a bit annoyed. "You should take it as a compliment that I want to get to know the real you," I said. His annoyance vanished then, and his nervousness returned. "Whatever," he said. He looked at me and said, "OK, I'll tell you all about me, but you gotta promise you won't ever tell ANYONE!" I looked him in the eye and promised that I wouldn't tell a soul! "Not even Andy!" he said. "I promise! Not even Andy," I said. He looked at me warily, took another swig of beer, then as he stared into his glass, he began his story. "Well, you already guessed that that guy who was living down by the river where Andy was, is my father," he said. He continued then, "Things were pretty good when I was little. I don't have any brothers or sisters. It was just me, Mum, and Dad. Dad had a good job, and we lived in a nice house. When I was 9, Dad lost his job. He got laid off, because the company he worked for went bankrupt. Dad couldn't handle it. He felt like he was a failure. He tried to find another job all that fall. He couldn't get anything. There were a lot of unemployed people then. Dad got more and more depressed. He started to drink - a lot. Christmas was miserable that year. We had no money. We couldn't afford to even buy a tree. Mum and I went out in the forest and cut down a small tree and brought it home. We were like the Cratchets in Scrooge! Of course there was no money for presents. I didn't care. I still believed in Santa Clause, and knew I'd get some from him. Then one night before Christmas, Dad blurted to me in a drunken stupor that there was no Santa Clause, that he was Santa Clause. I was crushed. My whole holiday was ruined. See, I'd just written to Santa and asked him instead of bringing me presents that year, to give Dad a new job instead." Evan paused. He swallowed, and wiped his eyes. Then he took a swig of his ale. He glanced at me, and I could see he was upset. He looked back at his beer and picked up his story. "Things went from bad to worse. By Easter, all Dad did was sit around all day in his underwear, drinking cheap cider. Mum had gotten a job as a cashier in a grocery store, but she only brought in enough money so we could eat. We couldn't pay the bills, and Dad spent his whole measley little Dole for being unemployed on cider and smokes. The bank was threatening to take the house. Mum had had enough, and one day she packed our suitcases and we moved in with a friend of her's. My grandparents were dead already. I had to sleep in a bed with the woman's son - Derek. He was almost 13. He resented us being there and didn't like me. Often, he beat me up - but not so I had bruises that were noticeable or anything. And he did worse than that!" Evan paused and I could see he had tears in his eyes. He brushed them away, took another drink, and forged ahead with his story. "We hadn't even been there a week, when one night Derek crawled into bed quietly, while I was asleep. I woke up suddenly, when I felt someone fondling me. It was Derek! He had his hand down my pajamas and was feeling my cock and balls! I didn't know what to do, so I just laid there, hoping he'd stop. He didn't, and soon, I was hard. He kept on playing with it. I hated that he was doing it, but it felt good. Finally, I said 'Derek! What are you doing?' I guess I scared the hell out of him. He told me to shut up, and said if I ever told anyone what he'd done, he'd kill me. Then he grabbed my hand and shoved it down his pajamas. I could feel his dick. It was hard like mine, but bigger, and he already had pubic hair. It was the first time I'd ever felt pubic hair. He said 'there, you did the same thing I did, so you'll get into big trouble just like me if you tell!' Evan paused to sip his beer. "Shit, what an asshole," I said. "You don't know the half of it yet!" he said, as he looked into his beer and continued. "After that, he decided he wanted me to suck him off! He took off his pajamas and forced my mouth over his cock, and made me suck on it. He held the back of my head so I couldn't pull off of him, even when he spunked in my mouth! I thought I was going to vomit! And he yelled at me - 'Swallow you little faggot!' I had no choice. I had to swallow his spunk. So I did, just in time for him to shoot more of it into my mouth." Evan stopped, and wiped his eyes. "Oh man, I'm sorry about that Evan. That asshole! I'd like to kill him!" I said. "You and me both," Evan said, regaining some of his composure "but wait, it gets worse. He made me do it every night! It was strange though. A couple times he actually sucked my dick too. I didn't understand why he did. I couldn't shoot anything yet, I wasn't old enough. He sucked me till I had a dry orgasm though. Even though it felt good, I hated it, and I hated him for making me feel good when he was being so disgusting." "I can understand that," I said, as Evan wiped his eyes again, avoiding looking at me. "The crowning glory was one of the last nights we stayed there," Evan said, "He threw me down on my back and shoved my feet up in the air, and pressed my knees to my chest. My arse hole was sticking right out at him. He licked his finger and shoved it right up inside of me! It hurt like hell! Then that bastard put some jelly on his dick and stuffed it up my arse! He slammed it up into me really hard, and started fucking me, just like I was a girl! He covered my mouth with his hand so I couldn't scream from the pain, and he fucked me hard!" Evan had begun weeping quietly now, and stopped to wipe his eyes with a napkin, and blow his nose. He looked at me then. He was so angry he'd finally gotten over any embarassment he'd been feeling. He looked into my eyes and said, "and the worst part was, that bastard's prick started rubbing my prostate, and what I was feeling changed from pain to pleasure! That bastard fucked me so hard, he caused me to have an orgasm!" With that, Evan began to cry openly, and buried his face on his arms. Tears were running down my own cheeks, as I reached over and squeezed Evan's shoulder and told him how sorry I was that that had happened to him. I told him it wasn't his fault, and that if he did get any pleasure from it, it wasn't because he wanted to, it was just a physical reaction to his prostate getting rubbed by what the bastard was doing. After a couple minutes, Evan collected himself and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He blew his nose again, and looked at me through wet eyes. "I'm sorry, I upset you too," he said, realizing, I'd been crying along with him. "It's OK," I said, "that's an awful thing that happened to you! I'd love to find that guy and kick his ass good!" "Well, the whole thing only lasted about a month, and he only fucked me that once, because I threatened to tell, then we moved out," Evan said, "and just recently, I ran into the asshole in a pub. He didn't see me, but I saw him. I followed him to the loo. As luck would have it, we were alone. As he stood pissing, I kicked him in the back and sent him smashing against the plumbing. Then I threw him to the floor and I beat the shit out of him. He ended up in a quivering heap on the floor, crying, begging for mercy. I swear, if I'd had something that would've worked, I'd have ripped his trousers off and rammed it up his arse! But I didn't, so I settled for stomping on his ballocks with my boot really hard!" "Wow! Go you!" I said, "I'm glad he got what was coming to him! Just too bad you didn't have a broom handle with you!" Evan grinned then, and said, "or a beer bottle!". "OUCH!" I said, and we chuckled. "Anyway," Evan said, more seriously, "this is why I didn't want anything to do with trying to make Andy suck us off that night me and Devon picked him up. Nobody should ever be forced to do something like that!" I nodded grimly, and took a swallow of beer. "So, what happened after you moved out of their place?" I asked. "Well, Mum got a new job at a bank," Evan said, "so we could afford our own apartment. Things went along OK for about a year, then this guy Edward started working with her. They got friendly and he started dating her. I hated him then, and still do. I hated hearing him shagging her every night on the other side of my bedroom wall. I don't think she wanted to be with him really. But they ended up married. He's my step-father now. After they were married, his mean streak showed itself. He hit Mum, and me, anytime he didn't like something we said or did. One day he hit Mum really hard. I attacked him. He beat the hell out of me. After that, he'd beat me whenever he felt the urge." "Holy Shit!" I said. "Well, he doesn't anymore," Evan said, "I'm bigger than he is now, and about a year ago he hit Mum hard again, and I'd had enough. I beat the hell out of that arsehole, and that's the last time he's ever touched either of us!" I grinned and told Evan that was great! He grinned then too. "Hey! You hungry?" I asked, eyeing a little advertisement card on the end of the table, that had a picture of a plate of little sausages wrapped in dough and baked. They were called "Doughed Bangers". "Well, yeah, but I only have enough for one more pint," Evan said, looking a little embarrassed. I grinned and called the waitress over. "Two more pints," I said, when she got there, "and a couple 'Doughed Bangers' too please!" "Very good," she said, and left, as Evan hissed "JOHN!" I chuckled and told him to relax, it was my treat. He tried to argue with me over it, but I shut him up by asking him to tell me what had happened with his dad. "Oh yeah, that's what started this whole conversation to begin with," he said grinning. "Well, there's not much to tell about my dad. He was thrown out of the house soon after we left. I guess he ended up living on the streets right after that, probably begging for shillings for food and liquor. We didn't hear a thing from him, until I ran into him down by the river, where we found Andy. Erm - I told you I have to do community work, as part of my punishment for snitching a Christmas gift for Mum from a store." He looked at me questioningly, as the waitress arrived with our order. "Yeah, you told me," I said, as I dunked a banger in some mustard and bit into it. "Mmmm" I said, "these are great!" "I know, I've had them before," Evan said, "and thanks." I smiled, "anytime." We ate silently a couple minutes, then I said "so does he know you're his son?" "No, and I'm not telling him," Evan said, "And, please don't you tell him either, OK?" "OK, but isn't there something we can do for him?" I asked. "Well, I keep bringing him clothes, food and money, but not too much money," Evan said. "How about the shelters?" I asked. "They're all full," Evan said, "I already checked." "Well, we'll have to think about this," I said. Evan looked at me questioningly, but went on eating. A couple minutes later, he said, "so what's your story?" I chuckled, then told Evan about myself, leaving out only the parts about my being bisexual, and being in a relationship with Andy. I told him Andy was my best friend. "I knew you were straight!" he said, grinning, when I'd finished, "Everyone at school's been wondering - cause you hang out with Andy all the time! But Jaysus - you're even a father already!" "Well, biologically at least," I said ruefully. "I'm sorry you can't be with Dylan," Evan said. "Me too," I said, "and please, not a word to anyone, OK?" "Certainly!" Evan said. I looked at my watch and realized it was time to go home and cook dinner. Evan looked disappointed. I invited him back to the house to eat. He hedged, while I badgered him to come home with me. Finally, he agreed. I paid the waitress, and gave her a good tip. She smiled and her eyes twinkled when she saw it. Then we got up to go. "I have to hit the head first," I said. "What's that?" Evan said. "The loo - I have to use the loo before we go," I said. "Oh," Evan chuckled, "not a bad idea." Evan followed me to the men's room. It was small, and empty. The urinal was a porcelain trough, just wide enough for the two of us. I unzipped, pulled out my penis and started peeing. Evan followed suit. As we'd had a couple pints, we both had a lot of pee. We both stared straight ahead at the wall, but after a few seconds, out of my peripheral vision, I saw Evan looking at my eyes to see if I was checking him out. We both started to laugh, when he realized I saw him looking at me. I shook off, after I finished and turned toward Evan and said, "OK - get it over with - check me out!" "No Reall- HOLY SHIT you're huge!" Evan burst out. I roared, as Evan turned red in the face. Then he too shook off. He hesitated a couple seconds. Then he turned even redder, and turned toward me, showing me his equipment. "You're not so small yourself," I said, grinning, "But tell me. Doesn't anyone over here come without a turtleneck?" We both got hysterical laughing then. We put our penises away just as an older man came in to pee. Still chuckling, we washed up, then Evan nodded toward the man who was peeing and said, "so - you gonna ask him about his collar?" "NO!" I said, turning red, and shoving Evan out the men's room door! We both were laughing hysterically as we left the pub. It had started snowing while we were inside, and there was already an inch of snow on the ground. Evan was parked near me. I suggested he follow me, which he did. When we got there, I pulled into the driveway, and Evan followed me. As we got out of our cars he said "Damn you've got a huge house!" "It matches my dick!" I said snickering. He roared at that. Just then Jack bounded over to us. "Your dog?" Evan asked. "Yup, this is Jack," I said, as I noticed that Jacob and Harry were standing in the doorway looking at us. I made a snowball for Jack and threw it and he chased it, and crushed it trying to pick it up. As usual he looked confused, but then bounded back to us barking. We laughed, and went into the house, with Jack following us. Elizabeth was in the kitchen, setting the table, as we walked in. She looked at the clock, then at me. "Sorry," I said, as I went over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and took the plates from her. "No, it's OK, I can set the table at least, and you're not really that late," she said, taking them back. "OK, I'll get cooking, cause we're starved too. By the way, this is Evan Rothbard, And Evan, this is my step-mum, Elizabeth Wilder," I said. They exchanged pleasantries, as Jacob and Harry wandered into the kitchen. The boys and Evan knew each other from school, and said Hello. "C'mon Evan," I said, "I'll be back to start cooking in just a minute Elizabeth." "It's OK," she said. I went to the livingroom, with Evan following behind me. Andy was resting on the couch, with an afghan tucked around him. He looked surprised to see Evan. Evan said Hello to him, and asked how he was doing. Andy thanked him for asking and said, "I really want to thank you for helping John to find me the other day too. If it wasn't for you, I might not be here right now. So thank you - very much!" "You're welcome, but it was nothing, really!" Evan said, blushing pink. "Yes, it was!" Andy said, "you quite probably saved my life! So Thank you!" Evan was completely red in the face now, and just managed to mutter, "Well, you're welcome." I said, "Andy, you need anything before I go cook?" "No, I'm fine," he said. I suggested that Evan sit and visit with Andy then, while I went and cooked. As I left, Evan was settling into a wing-backed chair opposite Andy, and was asking him about his injuries. In about a half hour, dinner was cooked. I'd made shake-and-bake chicken, brown-and-wild rice, green beans almondine, and unmolded a gelatin salad I'd made the night before. As Elizabeth was already at the table visiting with me as I cooked, I went and called the boys down from Jacob's room, then went into the livingroom to get Evan and Andy. They were talking quietly, and both smiled when I said dinner was ready. Evan looked a bit surprised as I scooped Andy up off the couch and carried him into the kitchen. I sat him between Jacob and myself, and put Harry and Evan opposite us, leaving Elizabeth in her seat at the end of the table. Jack of course took up residence under the table, hoping for scraps. Evan watched curiously as Jacob and I took turns feeding Andy, until he realized it was making Andy uncomfortable. We all enjoyed the meal, especially Evan. For dessert I put out a pumpkin pie I'd made the night before. Evan had never had pumpkin pie before and fell in love with it. He raved about it, and the whole dinner. "You have to come to Thanksgiving then if you think this is good - Thanksgiving's really great!" Harry said. We all looked at Harry, and he blushed profusely when he realized he'd just invited himself and someone else to our house for dinner. I grinned and looked at Evan and said "yeah - we do the whole American Thanksgiving thing in late November - and of course you're invited!" "Great! I'd love to!" Evan said, grinning. I winked at Harry, who blushed again, but grinned shyly back at me. After dinner, Elizabeth went upstairs to take a bath. Jacob and Harry went back up to Jacob's room, and Andy stayed at the table visiting with me and Evan, who'd insisted on helping pick up. After we'd cleaned up, I got a bottle of Drambuie and 3 glasses off the bar, and returned to the kitchen. I poured us each a drink, and we sat visiting a while. "I want to thank you guys for being so nice to me and having me over for supper," Evan said, as he sipped his Drambuie. "Well, you're a nice guy and we enjoyed having you here," I said. Andy agreed. "You guys sure do have a 'different' family, but I like it. I like all of you," Evan said, blushing. "We like you a lot too," I said, looking at Evan. Absently I reached over and began massaging Andy's shoulder, which he was trying to stretch. There was an awkward pause, as Evan looked at us curiously. Andy looked back and forth between us, then looked at me and nodded imperceptibly. I looked at Evan and said "I hope you still feel the same way, after I tell you what I'm going to tell you." He looked at me a couple of seconds, and I could tell he was thinking quickly. Finally, he smiled and said, "if you're going to say what I think you're going to say, I'll still feel the same." I smiled and said "This is going to stay just between us right?" "Of course," Evan said. "I didn't tell you everything about myself back at the pub. See - I'm bisexual. Andy's gay. And we're a couple." I said. Evan looked at us for a couple seconds, then said "Well, all the kids at school have wondered. I'm sorry Andy - but they all think you're gay. Nobody thinks John is though. They all just keep wondering. But watching you guys together here in your house, the way John feeds you, and takes care of you, yeah - I can tell you two are more than just best friends, without having to be told. And, I know this might surprise you - but it's OK with me, and I still want to be friends with you, and I won't tell anyone. I just wish I hadn't flashed my dick at John in the men's room though," he said, looking at Andy and waggling his eyebrows. "What?" Andy asked, as Evan and I roared with laughter. As soon as I stopped laughing, I related to Andy what happened in the loo back at the pub, and he started laughing then too. Of course he wanted me to describe Evan's dick to him then, which caused Evan to blush, especially when I told Andy that Evan was hung pretty nicely. We all laughed some more then. Eventually, Evan had to leave, and I had to drive Harry home too. The snow was still coming down, and a little was on the road and driveway. I told Evan to drive slowly. He said he would, and that he didn't have far to go. He told me to be careful too. I handed him our number on a piece of paper and told him to call us when he got home. "Yes Father!" he said, but then he snickered and said he would. He gave me his number then too. Then he left. I hollered upstairs to Harry that it was time to go, as I carried Andy back to the living room couch. Harry bounded down the stairs looking flushed and happy. Andy and I laughed as we realized Harry had his shirt buttoned up wrong. He turned beet-red when I pointed this out to him. He rebuttoned his shirt, then stepped over to a mirror to check his hair, which was a waste of time, since I grabbed him and mussed it up again afterward. He complained bitterly, but was grinning the whole time. He and Andy said goodnight to one another, then I finally drove him home. Harry leaned over and hugged me before he got out of the car. I hugged him back and kissed him on top his head. The phone rang just as I walked back in the door. I picked it up. It was Evan, he was letting us know he'd gotten home OK. Then he thanked me again for everything. He said, "nobody like you's ever wanted to be friends with me before. I want to thank you for that too." "You mean no bisexual guy's ever wanted to be friends with you?" I asked incredulously. "You arse!" he said chuckling. I laughed, then I said, "Well, I'm glad we've gotten to know each other, I think you're a nice guy and I'd like to get to be good friends with you!" "I'd like that too," he said, "you know, I've only ever been friends with straight guys, and they're all jerks, complete opposite of you guys. If all gay and bi guys are like you, I'd like to trade in all my straight friends for gay and bi ones!" I laughed and said, "well, unfortunately, I think there are gay and bi assholes too!" "Yeah, I figured there were," Evan said, laughing, "guess I'll just stick with you guys then." We both chuckled and said our good-byes, agreeing to talk at school the next day, and hung up. Andy was just turning the television off as I walked into the living room. He looked tired, and I was tired myself. He said that both Elizabeth and Jacob had gone up to their rooms for the night. I let Jack out to pee and locked up, then carried Andy upstairs. I got us both washed up and we snuggled together in bed, best as we could. Andy was asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, and I drifted off right afterward. The next day, I got to the cafeteria early, just as Evan arrived. I invited him to join me for lunch. He did. Laney and her friends, and my friends from my maths class weren't sure what to do, until I invited them to join us. At first things seemed a little strained, but by the end of lunch, everyone was including Evan in the conversation as well. I noticed Devon sitting alone off to the side. He looked livid. After school, we found that someone had let all the air out of all four of my tires. The same thing had happened to Evan's car too... --------------------------------------------------------------------------- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.