Date: Sun, 11 Nov 2001 20:46:31 -0800 (PST)
From: eagle 42 <eagle42scecp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tanner and Robert, Chapter 3 (Incest secton)

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Tanner and Robert Chapter Three

Deja vous (Robert)

He (Kirk) also was mumbling some obscenities that one
doesn't normally repeat in polite company ending with,
"Eat me big time!"

"In your wildest dreams, buddy. In your wildest
dreams," I retorted.

Chapter Three

Robert
Tanner waited patiently in the kitchen for Kirk and me
as we did our morning oblations. That took only a few
minutes.

While I was brushing my teeth Kirk came in the
bathroom and approached the urinal, unzipped his
pants, took out his seven inches of man tool that he's
nicknamed the "Big K", and began to take a leak. (My
dad and I both have wall-mounted urinals in our
bathrooms at mom's insistence. She claims we don't
know how to aim properly at "little" targets like a
normal toilet.)

Seeing each other totally naked is nothing new for us
since we were practically raised together -- like
brothers. We took baths and showers together when we
were little kids and still skinny dip in the pool when
our parents aren't at home. The fact that I'm gay
doesn't bother Kirk when it comes to our being naked
together. We just don't take showers together anymore.
That's just as well because I would probably spring a
full-fledged woody right there in the shower in front
of him. I wouldn't want to embarrass him or me, for
that matter.

"What do you think, dude?" he questioned as he stood
there peeing. "You two sure look alike. That's not by
accident, is it? I really do believe that you two are
half-brothers. Kinda exciting to contemplate, isn't
it? Damn, the implications are staggering."

"Yea, and scary too," I responded. "Exciting at the
same time, though -- a real mixed bag of emotions if
the truth be told. Imagine the courage it took for him
to want to connect up with a totally strange family or
unfamiliar family, that is. (pause) I'm ready to go if
you are. Got 'Big K' reeled back in ok? Need any
help?"

"Pervert, you know you couldn't handle something this
big," Kirk retorted. "You're so accustomed to little
things."

"You've been peeking again, haven't you?," I
immediately shot back.

"Don't flatter yourself, needle dick," came his
response as we walked out of the bathroom and headed
for the kitchen.

Tanner stood up as we entered.

"Let's take my 'stang. The weather's nice outside so
the top will definitely have to come down," I
suggested. "It'll be a little crowded; but, hey, we're
family. Right this way to the garage, Tanner."

Turning to Kirk, I couldn't resist saying, "Keep your
hands to yourself once we get in the car this time,
buddy. Remember, we're got company with us. Wouldn't
want my new brother to get the wrong impression about
the neighborhood asshole."

"Up yours, pencil dick," Kirk responded. "If I
remember correctly, you were the one arrested for
driving this car with the top down wearing only a
raincoat."

Kirk turned to Tanner and continued the banter,
"Tanner, the sun was even shining at the time. The
only reason he's not under the jail is because his
mom's a big-time judge. She got him off! You sure you
want to lay claim to this family member? There's still
time to change your mind."

Tanner laughed. "I may have to rethink my strategy now
that you've pointed out that my brother may be a real
pervert, a flasher! Imagine that! I hope it's not in
the family gene pool."

Kirk continued at my expense. "No, his gene's came
from the shallow end of the gene pool. Yours are
obviously from the deep end."

"Ouch! that really hurt, especially coming from my
bestest buddy. I may have to reevaluate that
relationship myself," I retorted.

The three of us continued laughing as we got in my
car, Kirk in the passenger seat and Tanner in the back
seat. I pushed the remote control button to open the
garage door.

Just at that moment Tanner remembered that he had
parked his car in the driveway and realized that it
was blocking our way out.

"Opps, let me move my wheels. Sorry about that," he
commented.

Kirk

"Dude, take at look at his so-called wheels, a red
Porsche convertible," I exclaimed to Robert. "What
bank did you hit?"

Robert couldn't believe his eyes. "Damn, that's some
set of wheels, as you call it."

As he moved the car Tanner quipped, "No bank, just my
parent's bank account." He hopped back in the 'stang.

Tanner

"When you two are finished ogling over my car, let's
hit the road. I want to be here when your folks return
from their shopping," Tanner responded with a grin and
continued. "Hey, I've had the car over a year and I
must confess, I ogle over it almost every morning
myself. It was a present from my parents when I
graduated from high school last year – as
valedictorian of my senior class -- and received a
full academic scholarship to Stanford, in Pre-med. I
don't want you to think I'm bragging -- my parents did
not spoil me -- I studied and worked hard for my
scholarship."

I began to unload my story, "My home is in La Jolla,
California. Nine months ago my mom was diagnosed with
terminal bladder cancer. She took a leave-of absence
from her law firm that she had worked for since
receiving her law degree. My mom was a fighter. She
believed resigning would have been a sign of defeat.

Robert interrupted, "Your mom's an attorney? So's
mine. Wow!"

I continued, "Dad decided also to take a leave-of-
absence from his medical practice to care for mom --
he's an obstetrician. In fact, that's how they met.
She was pregnant with me, and my Dad has just opened
his Ob/Gyn clinic. She was one of his first patients."

Robert again interrupted, "A doctor in the family too?
This just can't be a simple coincidence. Must be
'Karma'; (pause) sorry, I won't butt in again."

I hesitated a moment, took a deep breath, wiped my
slightly tearing eyes with my sleeve and continued,
Guys, this is hard reliving the past 9 months. My life
has really been turned upside", I lamented.

"When mom finally realized that her cancer was truly
terminal, she called me one night at my apartment at
Stanford and asked me to come home for the weekend.
She and dad had something very important to speak with
me about. Naturally, the first thing I thought was
that she was nearing the point of death. Luckily, that
wasn't true. By the way, my mom's name was Nan, Nan
McGarity.

"As far back as I can remember I had known that dad --
his name is Russell, Russell Kingston -- was not
really my biological dad. He's from right here in
Virginia, by the way. Still has lots of relatives in
Richmond and Charlottesville. My parents had always
been up front about that. When I came home that
weekend, mom told me the whole story for the first
time.

"A little over 20 years ago when she was in college,
she met and fell in love with a man named Robert
Worthington -- your dad, Robert. She told me that he
had recently broken up with his longtime college
girlfriend. And, mom, too, has just gone through a
painful breakup. They were both emotionally vulnerable
at the time, mom said, and both on the rebound -- as
the expression goes.

"Anyway, they started dating, becoming emotionally
involved very quickly. Their somewhat torrid affair --
to hear her tell it --lasted less than six months. At
the end they mutually agreed to go their separate
ways, parting on a friendly basis. However, Mom soon
discovered that she was pregnant. She dropped out of
college, moved back to her home in California, and met
dad at the clinic.

"Dad said that it was love at first sight. They were
married two months before I was born. So, he's the
only dad I've ever known. She never told your dad
about being pregnant. In fact, he never saw her again
after they broke up."

"That really does make us half brothers!" exclaimed
Robert with tears of joy and love appearing in his
eyes as he comprehended the implications of what I
just said.

I continued, "Mom put up a good fight, but the cancer
finally spread everywhere near the end. However, on
Monday after the weekend I with them, Dad and mom were
on their way home from the cancer clinic – May 1st, it
was. I can't believe it's been 6 months."

My voice broke a bit and after a short pause, I
regained my composure and began again,  "A car being
driven by a drunk driver crossed over the median and
collided head on with my parent's car. They were both
instantly killed as was the driver of the other
vehicle."

The quiet in the car was deafening!. I realized after
a few moments that Robert and Kirk had each reached
out and were touching me. Tears filled the eyes of us
all.

Robert spoke first, "My God! I am so sorry."

Kirk echoed Robert's words also but continued softly,
"It took some real balls to come out here by yourself
to confront -- oops, poor choice of words -- to meet
your real dad after all the shit you've been through
recently."

"Guys, you know, it's been six months since my
parents' death. I thought I was pretty much through
the grieving process, but last night at the hotel,
when I thought about finally meeting my dad at last --
that it really was going to happen -- all the pain
surfaced again. I realized that I hadn't really dealt
with it, that it's just been lying there under the
surface, gnawing at me. I literally came apart last
night."

"Anyone in the room next to mine probably wondered
just what was happening. I'm sure the wales of anguish
and crying permeated the walls and hall. Images of mom
and dad at my birthday party when I turned six; their
sitting in the stands at the high school football
games -- so proud of their son, the star athlete in
their eyes; the graduation party at my house -- it all
came back to me, and I grieved like I've never done
before."

"I suddenly felt so alone last night, so all alone.
Both mom and dad -- gone. The one saving grace that
helped me thought last night was knowing that I was
lucky enough to still have a father out there -- and
with a family. I just prayed that he would be
interested in me -- in establishing a relationship
with me."

"God! He doesn't know that I exist," I sobbed. Then
continuing, "I finally fell asleep emotionally
exhausted sometime after three."

Coming to grips with my raw emotions, I continued,
"Robert, I have a younger brother, Kyle. He's sixteen,
your age. I guess technically he's my half-brother
since Russell is, or was, his dad. We're really very
close though. In fact, it was all my uncle and I could
do to keep him from coming out here with me. Granted,
it would have been nice to have someone to talk with
on this long trip; however, he had already made a
summer commitment to attend the Governor's school of
the Performing Arts in San Francisco. He's a very
gifted organist -- very advanced for his age, we're
told.

"One of the last wishes my mom had was for me to find
my father - - my biological father, that is. Even
after all these years she maintained a special place
in her heart for him –- I guess because of me. My dad
had no objections to her desire that I search for him.
Dad and I were very secure in our relationship, and in
no way did he feel threatened by my mom's wish.

 "My uncle Jason, dad's younger brother who is single,
has been living with us since the accident and has
been so supportive in all kinds of ways. He's also an
attorney and is handling all of the legal matters that
Kyle and I are facing. In fact, he's become Kyle's
temporary guardian. I don't need one since I'm 19.

"When we decided to begin the search for my biological
father, Uncle Jason hired a top-notch detective agency
that has an excellent reputation for finding "lost
relatives"  with complete discretion. Within a week
they had located your family. They even were able to
compare your dad's DNA – taken from a glass in the
hospital cafeteria -- with mine. We wanted to be 100
percent sure about our relationship before I attempted
to contact you. That's how I knew your name."


Turning to Kirk, "Your family showed up in the report
also, Kirk. I knew who you were even before our being
introduced. The company did a thorough background
check, to say the least. They earned their high fee."

I continued, "I left home last week and have been on
the road for 8 days, stopping overnight in Richmond to
visit with my dad's parents. They know and approve of
my family quest. To tell the truth, I think they're
almost as excited about my finding you as I am. They
know how I've looked forward to this day for a long
time."

Robert

I had just turned into the shopping center parking
lot, found a spot near the entrance and shut off the
car when Tanner finished this part of his story. We
all sat there a moment in absolute silence. It was
evident from the look on our faces that our emotions
were just below the surface and, with the slightest
nudge, would burst forth in ways teenage boys were not
accustomed to displaying – especially in front of each
other.

However, I threw caution to the wind, turned a bit in
the car seat, placed my hand on Tanner's knee and with
a shaky voice said, "Welcome to the family, my
brother!" That was all it took. Anyone walking by my
car at that moment would have been puzzled why three
teenage hunks were sitting there bawling their eyes
out.

After a bit of time we regained control of our
emotions, entered the mall, completed our shopping
tasks and finished our errands by picking up Kirk's
little sister at her friend's house. Kirk introduced
Tanner to Katy as a friend of the family -- for the
moment. This was neither the time nor the place for
Katy to know the real story behind Tanner's sudden
appearance in our lives.

We returned to my house and found that my parents had
beaten us home. Tanner's face took on a look of
apprehension as he turned to face me.

He began, "I know this is the moment I've been
anticipating for a long time, but, I must admit, I
nervous as hell. Any idea how your dad is going to
react to finding out he has a "bastard" son? And what
about your mom?"

My temper quickly rose to the top. I blurted out
stronger than I meant, "Don't you ever refer to
yourself as the "bastard" son again! In the first
place that term has no meaning in our society -- maybe
it did in the medieval period, but not now. If you
want to label yourself -- and I'm not sure why you
would -- maybe you might consider yourself the
"prodigal" son returning home. In my way of thinking,
you're my prodigal brother." I walked up to Tanner as
my outburst cooled and gave him a big hug; he returned
it with vigor!

Walking up the front steps, I turned to Tanner and
Kirkand said, "Tanner, I think it best that Kirk and I
go in and get mom and dad to come to the library where
we usually sit and have family meetings. You wait in
the foyer until I come and get you. Is that ok with
you? It won't be long."

Tanner almost whispered his reply, "Sure, that's fine
with me. Let's just get this over with -- don't know
how much longer I can stand this waiting."

My parents were in the kitchen munching on some
snacks. As we entered mom spoke, "Hey, my sweet hunks.
Been breaking the girls' hearts at the mall again? (If
only they knew.)

I blushed slightly and responded, "MOM!"

Kirk was enjoying my discomfort and picked up on mom's
comment, "Your hunk here had all the females of the
opposite sex that worked at the sporting goods store
drooling, or maybe they just did that naturally. That
why you wanted to go in there so badly, brother?"

I rejoined, "Up yours, Kirk. Opps! Sorry, mom.

She and dad just grinned at my continued red face and
tactfully ignored my comment to Kirk.

I gathered my wits about me and, with a more solemn
tone, said to my parents, "Can we go into the library
for a few minutes? I have something we need to talk
about. And, it's ok if Kirk comes along. He already
knows."

The jovial mood in the kitchen changed to one of a
serious nature as we entered the library. There was a
look of concern on my parents' faces so I immediately
commented, "Nothing's wrong. No one is sick, hurt or
injured; but, our lives, as we know them, are about to
change. Please sit down."

I nervously began, "Mom, Dad, I met someone today that
I want you to meet. Believe me, you're going to find
him interesting, to say the least!"

I walked to the foyer door and opened it. Tanner
walked in and approached the sofa where my parents
were sitting. He extended his hand to shake with dad.

"Hello, my name's David Kingston, sir. But most people
call me Tanner. I think you knew my mother back in
college.  Her name was Nan, Nam McGarity.