Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2012 19:17:21 -0700
From: B.E. Kelley <hailcaesar2011@hotmail.com>
Subject: Keys to the Kingdom Chapter 19

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The Keys to the Kingdom

Chapter 19: Miracles, Great and Small

Seconds seemed like years; time itself felt like it had stopped.  Police
officers stormed into the house almost in slow motion. All around us were
the sights and sounds of total chaos, police sirens, flashing lights, Cam
calling out for the boys.

I held my breath and bit my lip, I think I was on the verge of passing
out. And then, out of the chaos emerged a police officer with Ethan under
one arm and Aiden under the other.  Cam and I broke free of the officers
holding us back and ran across the yard, Cam threw his arms around Ethan
and I reached for Aiden.

"No, no, don't" said Aiden, holding up his bloody hands as a warning not to
touch him.

I stopped short, all I wanted to do was hold him in my arms but I had to
settle for putting my hand on his shoulder and kissing the top of his head.
When Cam let Ethan go, I took his place and held on tight.

"Are you ok?" Cam asked Aiden.

"I think so, I don't think it's my blood, but I'm not sure," said Aiden.

Behind us, an ambulance pulled up and two paramedics headed toward the
house.

"Nothing you can do for the two in the house," said the officer who had
brought the boys out, "but take a look at the kids."

"Come on, let's get a look at those hands," said Cam, putting his arm
around Aiden's shoulder and leading him to the ambulance.

Aiden walked along holding his hands up and out least he inadvertently
touch someone with his infected blood.  I released Ethan and held him out
at arm's length, looking him over.

"Are you ok, they didn't hurt you?" I asked.

Ethan just shook his head no, and I pulled him in for another hug.  In that
moment, I felt like I wanted to hold on to him for the rest of his life,
but I knew there were things that needed to be taken care of.  I
reluctantly let him go.

"Go wait with your brother, let dad check you over, ok?" I asked.

Ethan still didn't say anything; he just nodded his head and headed for Cam
and Aiden. I was a little worried about that; the last major trauma Ethan
had experienced was the death of his father.  When that had happened it was
almost a week before he started speaking again.  I just wanted to get them
home.

"Don't worry, he's just shaken up," said the officer who had brought the
boys out.

"Thank you for getting them out," I stated, extending my hand.

"You're welcome, my name's Matt Davis."

"What happened in there Officer Davis?" I asked.

"Best we can tell, the perps had the boys tied up in one of the bedrooms,"
Officer Davis began, "Somehow they got loose and when Terry Peterson went
in to check on them, the boy with the bloody hands jumped him."

"That's Aiden, the other one is Ethan," I explained.

"Right, well Michelle must have come in with the gun when she heard the
commotion and Ethan jumped her.  While they were fighting over the gun it
went off, she took it in the heart at close range, probably dead before the
smoke cleared," said Officer Davis.

"My God," I shuddered.

"Yeah, when Terry saw what happened to his wife, he made a move on Ethan
and he shot him, right in the forehead," said Officer Davis.

"Ethan's not going to be in any trouble is he? I mean they took him and..."
I began.

"Relax, if that wasn't a case of self defense I don't know what is.  Look,
if we hadn't gotten here when we did, they were probably going to kill
those boys, Ethan probably saved their lives," said Officer Davis.

"Well, I guess that's a relief," I stated.

"And the not talking thing, I don't know your boy but I've seen that
before, he's just shaken up, he'll be ok," said Officer Davis.

I thanked Officer Davis again, then walked across the yard to join Cam and
the boys.  Cam had cleaned the blood off of Aiden's hands, most of it
hadn't been his, and was now wrapping them.  His knuckles were bruised and
cracked from the pummeling he'd given Terry Peterson.  Now that it was
safe, I hugged him tightly.

"It's ok Daddy," said Aiden, "Ethan saved us."

I held on to Aiden and looked over at Ethan, he was sitting quietly, his
arms folded across his chest.

"Ethan, are you alright?" I asked.

Again just a nod.

"Come on, let me hear you say it baby," I prodded gently.

"I, I'm ok," he croaked.

Cam and I both hugged him again and then I looked for Detective Singer.  I
found him talking to the officer who had coordinated the raid on the house.

"Detective Singer, we'd like to take the boys home now," I stated.

"Dr. Clark, we've got two dead bodies in there, we need to talk to
those..." began the officer.

"It's alright Doc, put them in my car and I'll drive you guys back to
Wallingford," said Detective Singer.

"Look Singer, this is my crime scene and..." the officer started.

"And you can investigate it all you like, but this is my case and if I have
any questions for these boys I know where to find them, right Dr. Clark,"
said Detective Singer.

"Absolutely, shall we leave now?" I asked.

We piled into the detectives car and headed out with as little fan-fair as
possible.  The boys sat between us, I held on to Ethan tightly, reassuring
him that it was over, he was ok and we were going home. By the time we
pulled up to our home, the officer who had camped out there were gone, only
academy security guarded the house.  When we walked in, Jack and
Mrs. Pennybaker were waiting in the foyer.

"Oh my angels," said Mrs. Pennybaker as she hugged the boys.

Jack didn't say anything but I saw a tear run down his cheek as he hugged
his cousins.  I think he was afraid to say anything least his voice break.
You know kids that age, still just a boy but trying to be a man.  With all
the noise we were making we woke Nicky, he was rubbing the sleep out of his
eyes when he saw Ethan and Aiden.

"Ethan!" Nicky shouted, as he charged down the stairs and jumped at Ethan.

He threw his arms around his big brother and held on tight, he even kissed
him a couple of times, once on the forehead and a couple of times on the
check.

"I was so scared, I love you so much, I thought I was never going to see
you again," Nicky whined.

Seeing Nicky seemed to release the tension that Ethan had been holding on
to since coming out of that house.

"I'm glad to see you too squirt, I was pretty scared," said Ethan, letting
tears fall gently down his cheeks.

When Nicky finally let Ethan go, he attacked Aiden in the same tight
embrace.

"I was worried about you to Aiden, I was afraid they were going to hurt
you, what happened to your hands?" asked Nicky.

"It's ok Nicky, I'm not hurt bad, I got to hit that son of a bitch and it
felt really good," said Aiden.

I hadn't thought about that, but in a way, Aiden got a little payback for
the cruelty the Peterson's had inflicted on him.  They were dead now, and
would never hurt him again, but he got a few licks in.  More importantly,
he didn't feel like a victim anymore, whether he acknowledged it or not, he
had helped to save their lives just as much as Ethan.

"Are you boys hungry?" asked Mrs. Pennybaker.

"I wasn't, but I am now," Aiden admitted.

"Come on dears, I don't think the police ate everything in the kitchen,"
said Mrs. P.

Mrs. Pennybaker lead the boys into the kitchen, Nicky had his arms wrapped
around Ethan's waist, making it awkward for them to walk, but Ethan made no
sign of wanting his little brother to let go.  Jack followed behind with
his arm around Aiden's shoulder. I held Cam back and hugged him tightly.

"Rough day huh?" said Cam.

"I think that's putting it mildly," I agreed.

"Well, it ended just fine, they're safe and they're home," said Cam.

"Thank God," I agreed, "Do you think they're ok?"

"Yeah, I've seen trauma cases in surgery before, I think they're both just
shaken up.  We'll take Ethan to Aiden's next therapy session but I think
they'll be just fine," said Cam.

"Thank God," I repeated.

I didn't sleep well that night, I kept tossing and turning, thinking about
what might have been.  If the police had carried two dead boys out of that
house instead of returning them to us, safe and sound, I don't know what I
would have done.  The idea of life going on, without Ethan and Aiden, was
abhorrent, I think the only thing that would have gotten me through it
would have been Nicky, he would have still needed me.  It was that thought
that woke me from my troubled sleep. It was well after midnight and the
moonlight was shining on Cam's face, I was momentarily struck by the fact
that even after all these years, just looking at him takes my breath away.
I didn't want to wake him so I kissed him on the cheek, climbed out of bed
and wondered down to the kitchen.  When I turned on the light, I was
surprised to find Ethan sitting at the table alone.

"Couldn't sleep?" I asked.

"No, not really," Ethan replied.

"It was only a few hours ago, it's ok to still be scared," I comforted.

"Thanks daddy, but it's not that, not really," said Ethan.

"You wanna talk about it?" I asked.

"Well, it's like this," Ethan began, "They were going to kill us, right?"

"That's what the police think," I sighed.

"I couldn't let that happen," said Ethan.

"Of course you couldn't, you did what you had to do to protect yourself and
your brother," I agreed.

"But that's not what I've been thinking about since it happened," Ethan
admitted.

"Ok, what have you been thinking," I followed.

"All I can think about is the night I met Aiden, how he was hurt and scared
for me to even touch him.  Then I think about coming home from our camping
trip and that thing you and dad fought and I think of the look on Aiden's
face every time he has to take his medication," Ethan explained.

"Well, you love Aiden, its hard not to think of all the things those people
did to him," I reasoned.

"Exactly, but see, I think about all that and well, daddy, I'm glad they're
dead and I'm glad I'm the one who killed them," he explained.

"Ethan..."I began.

"I know I should feel bad but they were going to kill us and they've
already hurt Aiden so bad, I can't help feeling glad that they're gone, do
you think, does that make me evil?" asked Ethan.

"Ethan, come over here," I instructed.

Ethan walked the few steps and I pulled him onto my lap.

"Don't you think I'm a little big for this?" he asked.

"I don't care how big you get, you're never too big to sit on my lap,
besides it's been a hard day and I just want to hold you for a minute," I
explained.

Ethan relaxed and rested his head on my chest, I held him tightly and
rocked him a bit, then kissed the top of his head before I answered his
question.

"Ethan, you are not evil.  You did what you did because you had no choice
and you feel good about it because you have a greater capacity for love
then those people..." I started.

"Yeah but..." Ethan interrupted.

"You love your brother, you didn't want to see him hurt anymore and your
conscience doesn't feel guilty because it knows what they did.  You might
feel differently later, but even if you don't, you're not evil," I
explained.

"Yeah, I guess so," said Ethan.

"Look, dad and I already talked about it, we want you to come to Aiden's
next therapy session.  You can talk about it with the doctor but I'm sure
she'll tell you the same thing," I stated.

"Ok, I guess that's a good idea," Ethan agreed.

It was quiet after that, I held Ethan a little longer, still rocking him
slightly.

"Daddy, I'm feeling kinda tired, I think I should go to bed," said Ethan.

"Good night champ, I love you," I said, kissing him one last time on the
top of his head.

"Hey Ethan," I called, as he was about to turn the corner.

"Yeah daddy?" he asked.

"You are the light of my life, you and your brothers, always remember that
your dad and I love you more than life itself, okay?" I stated.

Ethan walked back over and gave me a hug.

"I know daddy, and we love you guys just as much, we're family, right?"
said Ethan.

"Damn right we are," I agreed, "you go get some sleep."

When Ethan got back to his room, he found Aiden sleeping soundly, clutching
his pillow and dreaming who knows what.  For what seemed like the millionth
time, Ethan looked at that face, the face so much like his own, and felt a
warm sensation wash over him, he could only describe it as love.  He leaned
over and kissed Aiden, softly on the cheek.

"I would walk through fire to keep you safe from harm," Ethan said to the
dark, then slipped into bed next to Aiden and joined him in dreamland.

After Ethan went upstairs, I had a glass of milk, then went back to my
room.  The truth of the matter was I felt the same way Ethan did.  The
Petersons hurt my babies, first with all the torture they put Aiden
through, then they kidnapped he and Ethan with the intent to kill them.  As
far as I was concerned, they could rot in hell. My only regret is that
Ethan had to be the one to do it, it's not fair that his gentle soul should
be burdened with that but I was glad to see that he wasn't being consumed
by guilt, after all, they had it coming.  Still, I think seeing the
therapist will be healthy for him.  I was still upset with the situation,
but at least I was able to get some sleep.

Ethan and I weren't the only restless ones that night. With all that had
happened today, Nicky didn't want to sleep alone and though he wouldn't
admit it, neither did Jack.  After the twins had eaten, Jack and Nicky both
hugged them, and hugged them, and just to make sure Ethan and Aiden knew
how much they loved them, they hugged them again. Now, alone in Jacks bed,
Jack somehow managed to rest peacefully while Nicky struggled.  Nicky
wasn't sure exactly how he felt, early in the day he'd been terrified, he
was sure that he'd never see Ethan and Aiden again.  Then when they came
home he was overcome with joy, now he just felt restless, the emotional
rollercoaster having thrown his system out of whack.

As often happens with boys that age, with nothing to occupy his mind, his
thoughts turned to sex.  Nicky hasn't figured it out yet but he is a true
bisexual, he loves girls and he'll probably marry one someday but his
sexual experimenting with his brother and his cousin had opened his eyes to
the beauty of other boys.  The moonlight was also shining on Jacks sleeping
form and as Nicky watched him, his preteen boner began to tent his tighty
whities.

Nicky lifted up his t-shirt and slowly stroked the soft skin under his
belly button.  He didn't know why he liked that spot so much but feeling
the soft flesh sent shivers of pleasure through his body.  He brushed his
fingers across the waistband of his briefs then slipped them inside where
he fondled his semi-hard dick.  Nicky stroked himself to full mast and
turned his attention to Jack.

Jack is as sound a sleeper as they come, he didn't even flinch when Nicky
placed his hand on his chest and slowly stroked the hard muscles.  Nicky
continued to masturbate while his hand explored Jacks body, his fingers
dancing along his cousin's well defined abs, circling around his belly
button and finally coming to rest just above Jacks waistband.

Nicky was slightly conflicted, he'd never touched Jack's dick without
permission but he'd grown so close to the older boy, he really didn't think
he'd mind.  Nicky let out a deep breath then groped Jack through his
boxerbriefs.  Nicky fondled the big cock, felt him his balls then massaged
his package.  Jack may have been a sound sleeper but his cock was wide
awake, Nicky's menstruations brought Jack to full erection.  Nicky tucked
the waistband of Jack's underwear under his balls then he wrapped his
fingers around the beast and stroked it slowly. Nicky loved Jacks cock, it
was big, it felt good inside of him, he even liked the taste of it.  Jack
started to leak a small amount of precum and Nicky massaged it into his
head with his thumb.  Jack began to leak a little more, Nicky licked the
juice off of his thumb then returned to his stroking, stopping to taste
more of the fluid as he stroked.

Finally, when he could no longer resist, Nicky gently pushed Jacks legs
apart, maneuvered his body between them and lowered his lips on to the tip
of Jacks throbbing manhood.  Nicky's lips enveloped the head and his tongue
tickled at the cum hole, feeding the younger boy the juice he craved.  Jack
murmured in his sleep and Nicky held his breath, but when the older boy
didn't wake, Nicky resumed his sucking, eventually bobbing up and down on
the shaft.  Nicky was hungry for Jacks cock and took it down his throat
until his gag reflex kicked in.

When Nicky recovered from choking on Jacks cock, he gave it a few more
licks, then took off his underpants.  Nicky straddled over his cousin and
felt his cock come into contact with his tight boy hole.  The contact sent
a shiver through Nicky and he slowly rocked his hips back and forth,
spreading Jacks precum on his opening.  Dressed in nothing but his socks
and t-shirt, Nicky impaled himself on Jacks cock, slowly taking it all the
way inside of himself.  That was a trick that had taken Nicky a little time
to master, but he went slowly and before he knew it, he felt Jacks neatly
trimmed pubes tickling his smooth bottom.

Nicky rocked his hips back and forth, slowly brushing the head of Jacks
cock against his prostate.  As Nicky moved, his gyrations shook the bed and
Jack began to stir.  Nicky was happily ridding Jack when the older boy
suddenly woke.

"Huh, what the heck..." said Jack, coming to wakefulness.

Nicky froze, he was on Jacks cock, the head still in his ass, but he had
been about to lower himself back down when his cousin woke.

"Nicky, what the hell?" groaned Jack, groggily.

Nicky lowered himself slowly, eliciting a moan from Jack.

"Are you mad?" asked Nicky.

Jack brought his hand down and stroked Nicky's ass, then put both hands
behind his head and relaxed.

"Nope," Jack grinned wickedly.

Nicky returned the grin with one of his own, then continued to ride his
cousin.  Nicky took off his t-shirt and threw it on the floor with his
underpants, he ran his hands over his body, from his budding pectorals down
his future abs and then he began to jerk his cock while slamming his butt
up and down on Jack's erection.  Jack lay back and enjoyed the ride.  After
a few minutes of the hard fucking, Nicky shot what little bit of cum he
could produce, all over Jacks washboard abs.  Nicky slumped forward, held
in place by the 8 inch cock inside of him, Jack wasn't done yet.

Without pulling out, Jack rolled Nicky on to his back, lifted his legs over
his shoulders and fucked him hard.  Jack boned the little boy, grunting and
sweating like a man possessed.  Nicky, being 12, instantly grew hard again,
and stroked his slippery cock while Jack wailed on his bottom.

"Mmm, oh God, fuck me Jack," moaned Nicky.

Jack was only to pleased to oblige, and fucked Nicky even harder, the
younger boys tight opening feeling like a vice holding his cock. Jack
leaned forward and licked Nicky's neck then kissed it.  He kissed his way
up the thin neck, stopping to nibble on his collar bone, then up, until
their lips met.  Nicky accepted Jacks kiss gratefully and eagerly sucked
his tongue while his butt was pummeled.

"Mmm, are you ready Nicky?" panted Jack.

"Yeah Jack, give it to me," Nicky moaned.

"You want my cum?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, give it to me," said Nicky.

"Ask for it, I want to hear you say it," moaned Jack.

"Cum in me Jack, fuck, I want your cum," Nicky panted.

That was exactly what Jack wanted to hear, Nicky's pleading moans sent him
over the edge.  He buried his cock deep in Nicky, practically lifting the
boy off of the bed as he blasted shot after shot of hot cum into his little
cousin.  Nicky hadn't stopped jerking off and when Jack collapsed against
him, the tingle from Jacks smooth tummy touching his sensitive head, sent
him over the edge.  Nicky shot his second dribble of cum onto Jacks abs,
gluing their bodies together.

"Fuck little man, that was so damn hot," Jack panted for breath.

"You're not mad I just did it, instead of waking you up?" asked Nicky.

"No, I'd love to wake up like that more often," Jack laughed.

"Oh, I thought you were punishing me, the way you fucked me so hard," said
Nicky.

"But, I thought that's what you wanted," said a confused Jack.

"It was, you've just never done it that hard before, I loved it," said
Nicky.

Jack laughed then kissed his cousin.

"Think we can get some sleep now?" asked Jack.

"Yeah, I'm really tired now," Nicky admitted, while he wrapped his arms
around Jack.

Jack held the smaller boy close and stroked his back affectionately.  It
didn't take long for the rhythmic sounds of sleep induced breathing to fill
the room.

Over the next few days, we watched the boys and were surprised at how
quickly things returned to normal.  Detective Singer came out to the
academy to interview both Ethan and Aiden, about their experience and even
that was fairly straight forward.  The detective took their statements and
assured us that it was only a formality, with both suspects dead, he would
file his report and that would close the case.  He then shared some good
news with us.  The trucker who had raped and beaten Aiden, had decided to
plead guilty to the crime.  Evidently he was wanted in two other states and
in order to avoid being extradited he copped to the crime against Aiden.
Apparently he would rather spend the rest of his life in prison in
Connecticut then in hotter climates like Arizona and Texas, where he was
also wanted. Aiden seemed to revel in the good news, to his way of
thinking, justice had been done.

That afternoon I asked Aiden to take a walk with me and Zoe.  I put my arm
around my son and we set off on a brief tour of the academy grounds.

"So what do you think of all this?" I asked Aiden.

"I don't think I've ever felt better in my life," Aiden smiled.

"You're sure?" I followed.

"Yeah daddy, I feel great," said Aiden, "it's hard to explain but I just
feel this huge sense of relief.  Terry and Michelle are in hell where they
belong, that horrible bastard that broke my arm, well, he belongs there
with them but I'll settle for him never being able to get out and hurt
another kid.  Besides, Jack told me that guys who abuse kids have a really
hard time in jail and I like the idea of him having to go through some of
the stuff he did to me."

"It seems like you have this all figured out," I smiled.

"Well, not totally, I mean, I hate going to those appointments but I still
need to see Dr. Marshal," he admitted.

"Really, I figured you couldn't wait to be done with that," I stated.

"I can't, but, well, I still have nightmares sometimes and I still don't
understand why this all happened to me, she's really helping me work all
that out," said Aiden.

"Well, I'm glad you see that it's helping, do you think it will be good for
Ethan?" I asked.

"Yeah, he needs to see her," said Aiden.

"Oh, has he said something?" I asked.

"No, but he still needs to go, it's a big thing that's happened and I think
he'll feel better after talking to her," said Aiden.

"When did you get so smart?" I smiled and gave him a squeeze.

"I've always been smart," he smiled back, "I think that was part of the
problem, I was smarter than Terry and Michelle and they couldn't hack it."

"Well, don't worry, your dad and I are happy to have a family full of such
bright little boys," I laughed.

"Excuse me?" said Aiden in mock annoyance.

"Sorry, sorry, bright little men," I replied.

"That's more like it," Aiden smiled.

We walked along in silence as Zoe pulled on her leash and sniffed at
everything she could find.  A few minutes later, Aiden spoke again.

"Daddy, I love you, you and dad," said Aiden.

"We love you too son, more then you'll ever know," I admitted.

"You've given me a whole new life, I just want you do to know how grateful
I am," said Aiden.

"Aiden, honey, you bring new joy into our life every day, trust me, we're
the ones who are grateful," I told him.

"Thanks," said Aiden, squeezing me tight.

 We finished our walk and Aiden went off to join the boys in the family
room with the PS3.  I went to my study and tried to do some work but my
eyes kept being drawn to our new family portrait that hung over the
fireplace.  I sat there and looked at those bright smiling faces and
thought about how lucky I was to have each of them in my life.  Back in New
Haven, Cam was counting down the hours until his shift came to an end.  He
was happy to be back at work but he missed us and was looking forward to
being home with me and the boys.  He was done with his rounds and with no
procedures scheduled for the afternoon; he sat at his desk doing what he
hated most, paperwork.  Just when he didn't think it could get any more
boring, his phone rang.

"This is Dr. Tucker," Cam said into the receiver.

"Hi Dr. Tucker, this is Dr. Harris from the lab."

"Oh, what can I do for you?" asked Cam.

"I'm calling about your son Aiden's blood work," said Dr. Harris.

"Oh, of course, I'm sorry, I almost forgot, we've had a busy few days at
home," Cam explained.

"I know, I heard," said Dr. Harris, "Is Aiden alright?"

"He's ok, thanks for asking," said Cam.

"Great, well the reason I'm calling is we got his blood work back and we
noticed a problem I thought you would want to know about right away,"
Dr. Harris explained.

"A problem?" asked Cam, nervously.

"Yes, it's the damndest thing, we got the results and compared them to his
original HIV test, then reran the test three times," said Dr. Harris.

Cam listened to Dr. Harris for the next three minutes, asked questions and
when he was assured that the results were absolute, he raced out of his
office and to his car.  When Cam came into the study, the look on his face
said it all.  Great, what now, I thought to myself.  I listened to
everything Cam had to say, hugged him tightly, and then we called for the
boys.  We had to tell them right away.