Date: Sun, 16 Dec 2001 18:28:37 -0800 (PST)
From: eagle 42 <eagle42scecp@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tanner & Robert, Chapter 6 (Incest)

Disclaimer:
This story is a fantasy of my own creation. The
characters are not real; they were born of my
imagination. If a consensual relationship between
two of-age males bothers you, then do not read
further. If you are under the legal age in your
area, stop reading now.

Any similarities between a character and a real
person, living or dead, are purely coincidental.
Any actions the reader takes as a result of reading
this story are not the responsibility of the author.
You may not reproduce, post, or distribute this
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are agreeing to the above guidelines.

Many thanks go to Hal and Jason for volunteering
their time and expertise to edit this story.

NOTE:
A special comment to one of Tanner & Robert's
reader's who's a college freshman "deep in the
South", as he puts it. "T-baby" has been inspired to
write a story and get it posted to Nifty soon. Let's
wish him well & hope that he has as much fun writing
as we Nifty writers do -- but, keep the grades up!
LOL

Chapter 6 is a Holiday gift to you, the readers,
from Tanner, Robert, and me, their "biographer".
Chapter 7 will be posted early in the new year.

May the Holidays be good to you and yours.

Comments from readers are encouraged. I appreciate
your constructive criticism and comments. Enjoy --

Tanner and Robert - Chapter Six

Deja vous

Tanner
Robert and I decided that we were comfortable
sleeping in the raw so we hit the sack soon after
our shower and the shenanigans in front of the wall
mirror.

"Damn, he's cute," I thought. "But when I say that,
it's like saying I'm cute too. I mean, we're almost
twins. Weird! Just hope I don't throw a boner just
because I'm so near to him now. That could possibly
create all sorts of problems -- maybe resulting in
my being asked to leave even before I get to know my
new family."

Before drifting off to sleep, I offered a prayer to
God thanking Him for leading me to this wonderful
family. He truly works in mysterious ways.

Chapter Six

Robert
I awoke to the alarm clock sounding off and said
softly, "Damn, it can't be time to get up yet. Feels
like I just hit the sack." Then I remembered that I
was not sleeping alone and looked over at the
slumbering beauty next to me. He, too, was
attempting to open his eyes and return to the land
of the living.

Tanner, rolling over and facing me, quipped, "Good
morning, little brother. I sure hope you don't feel
like you look."

"Whatta you mean? You're not exactly Mr. Stud
yourself this morning. Take my advice. Don't look in
the mirror right now or you just might realize that
you need lots more beauty sleep. In fact,
hibernation just might be what the beauty doctor
would recommend." I retorted.

"Well, one thing's up for sure," Tanner said as he
threw off the covers and exposed our morning boners.
We both laughed, hopped out of bed and headed to the
bathroom to take a leak. "Wonder if we inherited
these lead pipes from our dad too?" he joked as we
continued our morning toilette, completely
comfortable with our being around each other in our
birthday suits. It was as though we had grown up
together as brothers rather than just having met.

We decided to take a "quickie" shower -separately-
to help us wake up. Just as I was getting soaped up
I heard a knock on our bedroom door.

"You guys up yet?" Dad asked.

"Yes, sir, we're taking our showers and will be down
very soon. Our bags are ready so we have very little
else to do. See you and mom shortly," answered
Tanner.

"OK; meet you two in the kitchen. Mom's already has
breakfast ready. Don't let it get cold," dad
responded.

In the absence of Karl, Mom had prepared a marvelous
breakfast -- pancakes, scrambled eggs, turkey bacon,
Creme of Wheat and freshly baked homemade biscuits.

I commented, "To what do we owe this virtual feast
this morning? Tanner, you need to drop by more
often!"

"Very funny, Robert. How would you like to relegated
to just a box of cold cereal -- with no milk?" mom
retorted, with a grin on her face. She continued,
"Boys, from the sounds emanating from your room last
night, it seems you two were having a great time.
Hope you got some sleep. It's going to be a long day
for all of you."

I responded, "We sure did. (pause) Mom, you know
that birthmark I've got on my butt? Well, guess
what! Tanner does too, and exactly in the same
place! What got us to laughing so much was the
comment that both of us must have inherited the
birthmark gene from Dad." Turning to dad, I
continued the banter, "You don't have one there, do
you?

Dad quickly retorted, "Ask your mother!" and laughed
heartedly.

"Well, your father has already filled me in on the
source of the mirth." Then with a wicked grin
spreading across her face, mom zinged us both.
"Sounds to me like you two were playing your own
version of 'Show me yours, and I'll show you mine.'"

Tanner and I turned ten shades of red as I blurted
out, "MOM, I can't believe you said that! What's my
new brother to think of this household? That we're a
bunch of 'preverts'?"

Tanner just grinned and said,"'Preverts', don't you
mean 'perverts'"?

With a smirky smile on my face, I retorted in a sort
of pseudo-irritated manner, "Whatever, you know what
I mean!"

Dad pointedly looked at his watch, a hint that we
should be leaving soon. Driving the Towncar "tank,"
Mom took us to the airport where we held "goodbye
court" at the drive-through area. She couldn't come
in because of an early meeting at the district court
house this morning that she was obligated to attend.

Tanner
As we entered the flight operations building for
private aircraft, I spotted Captain Reynolds who is
the head pilot for my uncle's firm. J. Kingston and
Associates operates three aircraft and employs nine
crew full time.

He waved to me as I lead my entourage over to
introduce him and the rest of the crew. Our bags
were placed on a cart and taken out to the aircraft
while Captain Reynolds filled us in on the flight
plan. We would be departing in about fifteen
minutes, stopping over in St. Louis to pick up one
additional member of the firm and for refueling. Our
ETA was estimated to be around 10 a.m. California
time. Uncle Jason would meet us at the airport, with
our going immediately to the hospital.

When Captain Reynolds announced that the aircraft
was ready for boarding, we walked out of the
operations building and onto the tarmac. There,
waiting for us was a new Gulfstream GIV-SP with
ample seating for twelve and a crew of three.
Several gentlemen were standing beside the steps as
we approached. They were introduced as members of
the firm who had been involved a court case in
Boston and were returning home to California.
Captain Reynolds escorted us aboard and showed us
where we were to be seated. Within just a few
minutes we were airborne.

Robert
When we exited the flight operations building I
immediately took note of the beautiful dark blue and
silver aircraft we were approaching.

"Damn, bro! That's one hell of bird. Look's like
we'll be traveling first class today. This is really
cool. Whatta you think, dad? Not bad, eh?" I said
excitedly.

Dad chuckled and commented, "Try not to act like
you're fresh from the sticks, son. Tanner wouldn't
want the passengers to think you're his brother if
you keep this up."

Tanner picked up the banter, "Yea, little bro. Keep
this up and we'll store you away in the baggage
section. Remember, it's not heated or cooled down
there."

I looked around to see that no one was watching
flipped him a quick "bird".

Dad just laughed and said, "His answer for
everything, Tanner."

During the flight Tanner and I really had the
opportunity to become more than just acquainted. We
were amazed at how much our tastes in food, clothes,
music and movies were alike, even though we were
raised in different homes on opposite sides of the
country. Sure, there were some differences, and part
of that was because of our ages -- 16 & 19. We both
enjoy classical music, Motown hits from the past,
Harry Connick, Jr. and his band, and most top-40
stuff. I like some country music while Tanner
doesn't. Neither of us like rap or hip-hop.

Tanner and I both swim competitively, love soccer,
and run cross-country also. We're not into weight
lifting for bulk, only for the general workout and
to give our bodies that "buff" look. Just between
you and me, he looks great from head to toe -- in
all the right places, if you know what I mean.

Like our dad, we have a light olive complexion, ice-
blue eyes and black curly hair. Tanner wears his
hair longer than I do, with his head sporting a mass
of curls done in almost the style of the early '70s
'afro" look.

However, all my female friends tell me they would
'kill' for hair like mine -- the natural curly part,
that is. Since I'm too out of it in the morning to
spend time messing my hair, I wear it in what I call
the 'natural' look; that is, I don't do anything to
it - just let the curls lie naturally. Dad & Mom attribute it
to laziness, also.

I stand right at six feet while Tanner towers over
me (as he has reminded me) by two inches. He weighs
in at about 200 pounds while I hit the scales at a
mere 175.

As I discovered this morning when he pulled the
bedcovers back so rudely, Tanner is a bit larger
than I am in another category. I'm proud of my uncut
6.5 inches of manhood standing proud, but he sports
a good 8 inches of beautiful manmeat, uncut also.

And those buns, those tight bubbly buns -- aaahh!
Enough of this!!!!!  No place for relief without
being obvious.

The last two hours of the flight were spent with our
catching up on lost sleep from last night.

Dad, in the meantime, brought his laptop, working on
a presentation he was giving at an upcoming medical
conference -- something about some new research he's
been doing at the university biotech lab regarding
the interfacing between artificial intelligence and
bio-mechanical devices. Did I mention that he also
holds a Ph.D. from MIT in Biotech something or other
as well as being Professor of Neurosurgery at the
medical school?

Tanner
Uncle Jason met us at the flight terminal of the
small county airport used by many privately owned or
corporate aircraft near La Jolla. He drove one of
the company's 8-passenger vans. I guess he figured
we would have several pieces of luggage and suitbags
and that his car wouldn't hold us and our bags too.

He introduced himself, "Dr. Worthington. Good to see
you again. Thank you so much for coming with
Tanner."

"I'll call you Uncle Jason, unless you call me Bob."
Dr. Worthington said with a smile.

Returning the smile, Uncle Jason agreed.

Turning to Robert, he said, "There's no question in
my mind whom this young fellow is. So very nice to
finally meet you, Robert."

"Tanner, you were right! He's your twin, for sure,"
Uncle Jason continued.

And turning back to Dr. Worthington with a broad
grin on his face, he asked, "Bob, are you sure the
world is ready for these two?"

"The world? I'm still wondering if Dorothy and I
are," he responded, with a wicked smirk on his face.

Then Uncle Jason's mood turned serious as shown by
the transformation on his face -- from smiles to that
of deep concern.

"Kyle's condition has not changed so his doctor's
have decided to place a stint in the skill to drain
the excess fluid from the cranial cavity. They
believe that the fluid pressure on the brain is
what's keeping him from regaining consciousness."
Then catching himself continued, "What I am telling
you this for, Bob. Of course, you're a neurosurgeon,
yourself, aren't you."

"Yes, but fill me in on what his doctors' know on
our way to the hospital," Dr. Worthington replied.

Robert
When we arrived at the hospital, we were met at the
main entrance by the hospital administrator, Charles
Watson, an old friend of my uncle's.

"Charles, it wasn't necessary for you to meet us,
but thanks for the courtesy," Uncle Jason said.

He continued, "Bob, this is Charles Watson, the
hospital administrator. Charles, this is Dr. Robert
Worthington. He's Tanner's father. Tanner is, Of
course, Kyle's half-brother."

Mr. Watson responded, "It's nice to meet you all.
Perhaps we should go up to Kyle's room. Dr. Gamac,
the attending, is on the floor now and has just
completed his latest evaluation of Kyle's
condition."

As we approached the nurses' desk on 600 East, Mr.
Watson pointed out Dr. Gamac and said. "Dr. Gamac,
this is Kyle's brother, Tanner. And these two
gentlemen are Dr. Robert Worthington and his son,
Robert."

Dr. Gamac responded, "Dr. Worthington, it's good to
see you again."

My father's face broke into a big smile and he said,
"Jesse, damn, it's good to see you again. I didn't
know you were out here. The last I heard about you
was that you were Associate Chief of Neurosurgery at
St. James General in Fort Worth."

"That's right, Bob. I was there for five years and
came here two years ago, wasn't it, Charles? I lose
track. Been Chief of Staff here for the last year."

Turning to the rest of us, he continued, "Bob was
one of my professors in medical school, and I was
one of his residence for 2 years in neurosurgery
much later."

Dr. Gamac paused, his countenance changed and his
professional demeanor returned. Speaking seriously
now, he intoned, "Let me update you about Kyle's
condition. I'm afraid he's taken a turn for the
worse."

I saw Tanner and his uncle Jason turn pale as they
drew in a deep breath and held it. Perhaps they felt
that by doing so, time would freeze and they
wouldn't have to deal with Kyle's situation.

My dad turned to me and momentarily wrapped his arm
around my shoulder, released me and then went to
Tanner, enfolding his first-born in his arms.

Tanner cried openly.