Date: Thu, 29 May 2008 19:20:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: Larry_c_@excite.com
Subject: My Brother's Kids, chapter 15

Same warnings and admonitions as always. This is a FICTION work; I do not
support doing things with under-aged youth in real life! Hope you don't
either! ENJOY!

We left off:

      "Joey ... since you must have found another bed to sleep in, I hope
you enjoy it! Because I'm through hiding your secrets for you. I've ignored
the truth too long! Since I'm so unimportant that you can't even call to
let me know you're safe...then you're on your own! I give up! I can't help
because your father left me for another woman! I knew you always held me
responsible for his leaving when you were so young...and that you always
sought other male figures in your life to replace him. But I was hoping I
meant enough to you that I wouldn't lose you too. Now I can see that
someone else is more important to you than I am. Good-bye! ... Mother!"

Joey sat on the porch and completely crashed emotionally!

My Brother's Kids Are Now Mine
Chapter Fifteen

Needless to say, Joey felt like someone just plunged a knife into his
belly! Up until this moment, he had no idea that his mother knew his inner
secret. He really thought he had hidden it quite well from her. Now, to
find out she knew, and that she had kept it hidden from others on his
behalf literally floored him. To add to that, she figured out that Joey
blamed her for his dad's disappearance and lack of interest in keeping
contact with him as a son.

But ... Joey's head was swimming with thoughts and questions ... Now what?
She threw me out!  The bitch! I'm not eighteen yet ... How the fuck can she
do that to me? It ain't legal ... is it?  Maybe I can ask Mr. F ... uh,
Larry. Oh God ... what if he can't or won't help me, because I love Korey?
Shit ... I don't wanna be a part of all that Social Services crap! DAMN!
What am I saying ... Larry isn't that uncaring ... I gotta at least ask
him!

All Joey's clean clothes were locked inside the house, and somehow he had
left his cell phone at Larry's place when he headed to his own house. He
knew he had to talk to Larry somehow, but his clothes smelled too bad to
wear them to school, and there was no way for Joey to call him for
immediate help. So, he headed to the park to wait out the school day before
walking back to Larry's house in the early evening ... hoping to find Lar
as soon as he came home from the day's work.

Larry arrived around 5:30 PM, and found Joey sitting on the back porch
steps ...

      "Hey, Joey ... missed you in classes today! What on earth happened to
you? I knew you weren't ill, since you left my house in good health."

      "Mr. F ... shit ... sorry! Larry ... I gotta ask you a few
things. I'm in trouble, and I hid back here till you got home because I
didn't want to be seen by anyone at school or whatever. I need some real
help!"

      "Come on inside, Joey. I'll do whatever I can to help ... you know
that I will! Have you seen Eaton or Casey yet?"

      "Uh ... I saw them leave the house about an hour ago. Don't know
where they went. Didn't want them to see me either!"

      "That's strange, Guy! I would have thought you'd want them to see you
and let you in to wait for me. Oh well ... so talk to me ... what's all
this about?"

Joey handed Larry the note that was stuck to the door earlier, and sat
there staring into space and shaking from nerves while Larry read it. Larry
finished reading and then drew Joey's quivering body close to his own ...

      "Listen to me, Joey! First of all, you being still a minor, she can't
just throw you out on the street, whether or not she feels that way right
now. She is still legally responsible for your welfare. As far as the rest
of her feelings, I'll be glad to go with you to work out differences and
help restore some bonds that will help allow things to be on the level till
you're old enough to leave on your own. I'm sure she still loves you as her
son ... even if she is in a shock mode right now. But first, you need to
clean up. Go shower while I find you a sweat suit or something that you can
put on, and then I'll go with you to your place and see if I can get her to
let us in. OK?"

      "Yeah! Guess that's a good idea. But Larry ... what if I don't want
to live with her any more? Is there any alternative if she still wants me
out on my ass?"

      "There are only three possibilities that I'm aware of, Joey. First,
the obvious ... being a foster kid in the system, which I don't really
recommend for a guy your age. Secondly, some other adult might volunteer to
be responsible for your welfare for the year left before you're old enough
to be on your own ... someone well known and respected who would be
approved by your mother to act in her stead. And thirdly ... emancipation
comes to mind. That's when a young man can prove himself able to support
himself and wise enough to be considered as an adult before his
chronological age is such that the law recognizes his coming of age. I
suppose that after we chat with your mother, we can follow any one of the
three directions that seems best for you to pursue."

      "Well, Larry ... you know who I'd ask my mom to approve! That is...if
you'd be willing to ... uh ... unless it'd be too much to ask with Korey
and all ... uh..."

      "We'll cross that bridge when the time comes, Joey. Personally, I'd
be more than glad to be responsible for you, but I still need to figure out
my limits about you and Korey, plus I'd have to ask the school ... and you
might already figured what they'll say as soon as Korey moves in here with
me this summer. I don't think I'll be able to hide that fact from them. Who
knows, maybe they'll never get the idea that Kor and I ... especially
knowing I have two young sons now. But I won't even guess at this
point. So, let's see your mother before we worry what comes next."

Larry and Joey hopped into Lar's car and headed to Joey's house. Upon their
arrival, Larry knocked on the door, hoping that Joey's mother would see him
through the glass, and answer the doorbell.  No answer ... two, three, four
attempts ... and still nothing! Not a sound ... but wait! There was a
certain smell coming through the cracks in the door ... yes it was ... GAS!
Larry immediately got on his cell and called 911 ... mentioned the smell,
and asked for the fire department to get there fast.

Three minutes later, the engine pulled up and a couple firemen jumped out
and ran to the front steps ... took one sniff ... and ordered Larry and
Joey to stand back as they chopped their way into the house. Sure enough,
the stove knobs were turned to high, but the pilots had blown out. They
began opening windows to air out the fumes ... front and back windows
... and any exit door they could find. It didn't take too long to make the
rounds, until ...

      "Mr. Freeburg ... will you please follow me into this room, sir
... not you, son, just Mr. Freeburg right now."

Larry followed the fireman into the master bedroom, and suddenly stopped in
his tracks. Although he had never met Joey's mother, he knew immediately!
He turned away and headed back to the living room where Joey was waiting,
as asked to do...

      "Joey ... sit down, son! I'm afraid I have something to tell you."

      "AWWWWWWW FUUUCKKKKKK ... you don't mean...?"

Grabbing Joey into his arms, and holding him tight, so as to not allow him
to jump up and run to the bedroom ...

      "Yes, Joey ... I am so sorry ... but ..."

      "MMMMAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaammmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaa! NOoooooooooooooo! You
didn't! ... You couldn't!  ...  That's not the good-bye I thought you
meant! God, Larry ... it's all my fault! I did that to her! Mama...I'm
SORRY!"

Then Joey passed out on the couch ... fainted! The fireman asked Larry if
he ought to call an ambulance and transport Joey to the ER to make sure he
was still OK, and Larry approved. The ambulance came, and Joey was placed
on a gurney and whisked off to Carmel Community as a precaution. Of course,
Larry rode there with Joey and the EMT as the siren pierced the air along
the Old Holman Highway.

Meanwhile, the firemen called The Paul Mortuary about making the removal of
the mother's body, but were told that since it was an apparent suicide, The
County ME needed to take her first. The fireman seemed a bit embarrassed
that he hadn't thought of that himself, but after all, this was his first
month in the field, and had not yet experienced a death situation on his
job.

By the time the ambulance made it to the Hospital, Joey revived from his
fainting spell and had become very agitated over it being his fault that
his mother had killed herself. Larry tried to calm him, to little
avail. The ER nurse called for permission to sedate Joey so that the ER
team could more easily examine him. Larry left the room and called Korey
while the team did their work-up ...

      "Kor ... I need you to go to my place and make sure the boys are OK
... and then stay there till I get home. It's an emergency ... but no, I'll
tell you all about it when I get there. No ... I'm fine. Kor ... don't ask,
please wait till I get there! Just go ... thanks!"

Larry hated to keep things so secret, knowing Kor would be extra curious,
and upset by the facts ... but since another person coming to ER would
cause more grief than being of help ... and that the boys needed to have
someone there with them as a safety item ... it was his best choice of the
moment.

It took about two hours for the sedation to wear off enough that Joey was
able to talk and listen coherently. When he came to ... Larry was right
beside him, holding his hand and assuring him that things were under
control. Larry also expressed the fact that it was not Joey's fault that
this happened ... that actually, she made her choice because of her own
desire to be free from everything ... Joey hadn't pushed her to it ... she
chose on her own to feel release ... that even if Joey had never caused a
single worry, she felt imprisoned from so many other things that she would
have done the same thing.

      "God, Larry ... if I could only believe that ... but her note..."

      "Joey, I read it too, remember ... and as I see it, she was trying to
spare you of even seeing it all. She wanted you with someone else so you
wouldn't have to find out what she had decided to do. In her own way, she
loved you enough to allow you to have freedom that she couldn't have
... probably feeling her bondage and pain since the day your father
left. She wasn't saying that it was your fault ... she was trying to spare
you."

      "What now, Larry? What am I gonna do now?"

      "Well ... for tonight, the Dr. has asked to keep you here for
observation. I need to go check on the boys, but I'll come back in an hour
or so, and spend the night in your room so you won't be left alone. Can you
handle an hour or so?"

      "I guess I can if I know you're coming back. Don't fail me,
Larry...don't leave me alone all night...please!"

      "Have I ever promised you or any of my students anything I haven't
done? I will be back! Count on it! Try to relax enough so the nurse doesn't
need to put you under again ... I'll trust you to do that for me, and you
trust that I'll be back! Got that?"

      "Yes, Sir! And Larry ... thanks for being here for me!"

Larry notified the nurse that he was leaving for an hour or so, but that
he'd return as close to that as possible. He asked if a recliner might be
brought into the room so that he could stay the night comfortably. The
nurse asked him if he was family to the young man, to which he replied ...

      "I'm the only family he has. Let that be enough reason to have the
chair for the night!"

... And out the door he went, calling a cab because his car was still at
Joey's house.

During the cab ride home, it suddenly dawned on Larry that no one had yet
even thought of Joey's younger brother Billy. Where is he? Has he been home
yet and discovered a broken front door and no one there? OMG ... He's just
a thirteen year-old kid! What will happen to him? ...

      "Cab driver, we need to go past 310 Grove Acres Avenue before we pick
up my car...hurry, please."

      "Yes sir ... we're close to there anyway!"

The cab pulled up to Joey's place, and Larry jumped out ...

      "Wait here ... I'll be back in a moment or two!"

Larry got to the door, and it was put back in place, covered with a
temporary wooden sheet, and a police tape blocking entrance ... and no sign
of Billy. So back to the cab ...

      "To my car ...  oh crap! Sorry! My car is parked right across the
street. Here's an extra $20 for your patience. Thanks for sticking around."

Larry could hardly believe he was so upset over Billy that he forgot where
his car was parked. But with no sign of Billy yet, he still was quite
concerned. So Lar called home to ask Korey if any of the boys had heard
from Billy in the last hour or so ... just hoping maybe Billy might think
of Eaton and Case being trained in scouting by Joey occasionally, and call
to speak to Joey. Korey asked Eaton, who said nope ... but that he saw
Billy at the team meeting right after school, and that he said something
about going over to Mikey's for dinner and maybe some MII game play.

By the time Larry got that part of the answer, he was home already and
heading inside. So he found Eaton and asked ...

      "Mikey who ... for goodness sake?"

      "Oh ... uh, Mikey Gillis I think. He's the center on our team, Dad!
Why?"

      "Because I have to find Billy right away!"  (Looking in phone
book...)

      " Gillis...Gillis...uh, on Pine Avenue?"

      "Yeah, Dad...he lives on Pine."

Larry calls the Gillis residence ...

      "Hello, Mrs. Gillis?  Larry Freeburg here ... yes, the High School
Music teacher, is Billy there with Mikey? ...  He is? Great!  I need to
talk to him ... May I come over, please?  No...don't call him to the phone
... I have to talk to him face to face.  Please don't interrupt his fun
till I get there. I don't want to upset him. I'll explain when I arrive,
Mrs. Gillis ... Thanks a lot!"

Mrs. Gillis meets Larry at her front door, and invites him to the family
room at the other side of the house from where the boys are. She seems
worried about Billy, since she is aware of a few things Larry doesn't yet
know ...

      "Mr. Freeburg, before I even tell Billy you're here ... may I ask
what it is that seems so important that his time with my son, Mikey needs
to be interrupted?"

      "Please call me Larry, Mrs. Gillis. The situation is this ... his
brother, Joey is in the hospital for the night, and there's no one at home
right now. So I came by to tell him why."

      "Call me Phyllis, Larry ... and he is more than welcome to stay here
tonight, if you can see your way to waiting till tomorrow to bring up the
bad news of his brother. Billy came over this afternoon because he was
upset and needed to feel like someone cared about him. I really think it
better not to overload him with more negative input tonight. Can you
understand that?"

      "Yes I can, Phyllis ... but I'll share with you what needs to be
told, and then let's decide the where and when part. Fair enough?"

      "That's reasonable! Please explain!"

      "Evidently, Joey spent the night away from the house and didn't call
his mom to keep her informed. So, when he did get home to get ready for
school ... the front door was locked, and a note was on the door. Long
story short ... Joey came to me for help after school. We went to his place
to see if I could get his mom to let him in, only to discover she had
passed away in her bed from gas inhalation ... still being investigated as
to being on purpose or accidental. Joey freaked and passed out; thus, the
trip to the hospital for the night. I was so concerned for Billy that I had
to find him before he went home and discovered an empty house and the
reasons behind that fact."

      "His mother is dead? OMG! Larry, you're right, he has to know ... but
if it can wait till tomorrow morning, I feel it's to his best benefit. He
was so worked up when he arrived here today ... something about being
beaten and so angry over it ... that if he can have a peaceful night of
enjoyment and rest ..."

      "Alright, Phyllis. I will trust your judgment. Do you want me to come
by in the morning and help, or do you want to handle it alone?" I certainly
don't want the issue to be handled at school. There's no telling how he
might react there."

      "Let me see what his mood is in the morning, and may I call you if I
think it might take two of us to handle it then?"

      "Of course! My cell number is 408.555-9811, and I keep it on
24/7. I'll make sure I'm ready early just in case you call before
school. Thank you for allowing me to come over tonight. At least I know
Billy is safe for the night."

Meanwhile ... upstairs in Mikey's bedroom ...

(( Maybe even before we join the boys there, it might be important for you
to know a little about Mikey!  Mikey Gillis – Billy's classmate; also on
football team as Center; knows Eaton as well, but one grade ahead of
him. 14 ½, be 15 in a month or so; even though he's in 8th grade, he
started a year late because of his b'date not allowing him to begin K until
he was 6; also large for Jr. Higher – looks more like a HS football
player; 5'11" tall, weighing 220 lbs; blonde hair in military cut, light
blue eyes; built like a tackle, rather than like a runner; has full 7" cut
cock, medium thickness, entire length;))

      "Dang, Mikey, your mom is so cool! If she hadn't said I could spend
the night here tonight, I don't know what I would have done! I'm so pissed
at Mom right now! She's been a bitch for a long time, but to beat me raw
just because she found you and me playin' more than just puter games in my
room! She had no fuckin' right to barge in like that!"

      "You got that right, Billy! My mom at least knocks first! Fortunately
she does, or she'd know just how good buddies we really are! Hell ... you
can take my whole 7" better'n anyone else on the team! And you're sure the
best at hittin' that spot inside me! Your mom totally freaked at simply
catching us jerkin' together! You sure didn't deserve those welts and open
wounds! Did that ointment I put on you make it feel better?"

      "Helped a lot, thanks! But what helped more is to know someone gives
a shit about me and my feelings ... well, of course Joey does, but ... I
shouldn't say this, but sometimes I wish Mom wasn't around any more and all
I had was Joey! All I can think about right now is her yelling as she beat
the snot out'a me: `Little bastard! I won't have you turning out like Joey
or your asshole of a Dad! Why are all the males in my life gay! I won't let
you become that way too! I'll beat it out of you before it's too late!'
Too late, hell ... already is, and has been for at least three years! Joey
knows that, and he's fine with it... and so are you, Mikey! Why can't Mom
accept me for who I am!"

      "Easy Billy! You're accepted here. I'd tackle the world to have you
stay here if you ever had to run away from home to keep from getting' beat!
I'd hope my mother would take you in at a moment's notice. If she knew how
bad your back looks right now, she'd go to court on your behalf...I know
she would! Now, cuddle up and let's get some sleep ... unless of course,
you feel like letting some of your tension off first! We haven't spooned in
a while!"

      "God, I'd love that! On your side, Mikey! I need to plug you from
behind! I need to have a little shot of being in charge after bein' so
deflated by Mom's tirade!"

      "Anything you need tonight, Billy. Just don't take out your anger on
my ass! You know I can take it rough, but I like the way you treat me when
we're both in a tender mood! And remember ... I may not get mad, but I can
sure get even!"

Both guys laugh over that comment, which got Billy to relax a bit and let
some steam off before the main event began. Even at the tender age of not
quite 14, Billy was no stranger to foreplay. Joey had taught him several
techniques in the art of readying a partner that made the other beg for
cock ... and he knew just which ones worked best on Mikey! And tonight was
now going to put to use every item in Billy's bag of tricks for the benefit
of both parties ... for Mikey because of his compassion and acceptance of
Billy, and for Billy's own good for venting and restoration of self esteem.

Billy spent at least twenty minutes bringing Mikey to the point of
demanding to have his butt entered. Hands caressed and excited ... tongue
licked and mouth kissed ... bodies touched and grinded ... fingers prepped
the doorway ... leakage moistened ... teeth teased earlobes and bit into
shoulders ... a pillow muffled some very strange sounds coming from the big
guy's most inner being ... and then, the time was right for 5.5" of the
stiffest, hottest, and wettest shaft of life to creep into the most desired
lair of choice ... but certainly not to simply rest for the night!

Once Billy's mushroom passed through Mikey's anal opening, and the vocal
recognition of the entry made its way into the silencing pillow ... the
tenderness previously requested began to manifest itself as lovingly as
Billy knew how! Carefully and smoothly, he inched forward into the awaiting
tunnel ... searching for that spot that would turn Mikey into Jello and
cause him to push backwards to get more and more of the invading
shaft. AAHhhhhhhh...there it is! Right on target! Now to move just
right...back and forth ... pressing, massaging, stimulating ...so
artistically that ... that Mikey shot off his first power wash clear to the
bedroom wall he was facing.

Billy snickered because he knew that Mikey could recover in a very short
time and continue to at least two more expulsions of his seminal glory
before Billy would blast his own juices deep inside Mikey's guts! And as
Mikey kept unloading his first round of bullets, his ass kept pulling and
sucking Billy's cock deeper and deeper until pubic hairs prickled ass
cheeks, and balls pressed against hot flesh.

A few moments of recovery time were allowed before the real action began
with slow long strokes out and back in ... out ... in ... each pass
contacting the prostate gland with precision and expected results. Joey had
trained Billy well ... not to mention the few practice sessions Billy had
with Eaton on camp-outs or school trips in recent weeks. ( I'm not sure if
Mikey has had the privilege yet to get to know Eaton this well, but one
could bet it will happen soon, if it already hasn't! Away games next
football season will tell!)

Needless to say, Mikey was not passive in his efforts to aid Billy's
release of tension. Mikey's ability to receive never took second place to
his skill as a giver! I don't know where he learned his techniques, but
they were taught well and used to the greatest advantage. He was able to
bring Billy right to the edge several times without allowing things to go
too far too soon. And yes, before he allowed Billy to let fly, he had two
more fantastic orgasms of his own ... one caused by Billy's mastery, and
one from his own causes ... still no hands!

But that third series of spasms milked the very toenails out of Billy's
body and sucked every drop of fluids as deep into Mikey's intestinal track
as physically possible. Grunts, gasps of air, muffled screams and moans
filled the room almost as much as the tell-tale smells of teen sex before
both boys became frozen in the final moments of ecstasy.

Time stood still for both boys until their tense bodies finally relaxed and
breathing returned to normal. Billy was so drained that his dick seemed to
melt and flow back outside its protective shield of boy flesh almost as if
it had been forced to move by a river of hot white lava which followed it
through the gaping eye of Mikey's orifice. Then, Mikey turned toward Billy,
pulling the smaller younger boy onto his chest in a bear hug, and welcoming
the now-sleepy body to stretch out and doze off into a blissful rest
... leg-on-leg, nose into neck, and groin to groin to emphasize the safety
of Mikey's strength given to Billy in close companionship. From outside the
room, there was heard a faint sound of slippers slapping heels as hallway
boards creaked slightly from someone walking away from the boys' doorway.

As planned the night before, Phyllis called Larry and asked for him to join
her for breakfast, so that when the boys came down fresh for the day at
school, the news could be shared in a more relaxed atmosphere than if Larry
had not arrived until Billy was ready to shoot out the front door ...

      "Hey, Billy ... Sleep well? Joey wanted me to check on you since he
was unable to get back home early enough to be there for you. I did tell
him you were in good hands with Mrs. Gillis here, and not to be concerned
about your well-being."

      "Gee, Mr. F., how'd you know I was here?"

      "Eaton told me you said something about it before you left campus
yesterday, so I just called and asked ... and found it to be true. So I
asked if I could come by on my way to school, and give you guys a ride."

      "Is Eaton with you ... and Case too?"

      "Nope! Korey took them to campus with him this morning. Uh, Billy
... mind if I take a couple minutes to share something with you?"

      "Don't mind at all, Mr. F.  You're a cool guy! I'm glad you've let me
be a friend to your boys, especially since Joey brought me to your place by
surprise the first time. What's up?"

Larry explains as easily as possible that Joey was in the hospital
overnight, and that he wasn't hurt by a car crash or anything like
that. However, when the real reason for his being there was told, Billy
just stared and said nothing! As things began to sink in a little, Billy
asked Mrs. Gillis for a glass of water, and almost stumbled to the kitchen
chair closest to where he was standing. Then he looked at Mikey ... lip
quivering ... eyes watery ...

      "Mikey, what I said last night ... you know, about hoping she'd go
away ... uh ... it's happened! She's gone! I ... uh ..."  (then silence
again!)

Mikey was petrified by Billy's lack of reaction and silence. Larry reached
for Billy, but it was evident that Billy wanted no hug, no response from
anyone at this point, so Larry sat close by but made no further effort to
comfort until he saw an indication that it was welcomed. Phyllis made one
statement ...

      "Billy ... if you need a place for a while, you know this home is
yours if you want it."

      "Thanks, Mrs. Gillis ... I'll let you know. Mikey said you'd say that
if ... if ..."

Then, after two minutes of pure agonizing silence ...

      "Mr. F., Can I see Joey before we go to school? I wanna talk with
him, please!"

      "Of course, Billy. We have time to make a visit. And after we do
that, if you don't feel like going to school, we can figure out what to do
then."

      "I'm ready ... car out front?"

      "Sure thing! Mikey ... you go with him. I'll be out in a sec."

      "Y...es ...Sirrrrrrr..."

When the boys headed out the door, Larry and Phyllis tried to figure out
what to make of Billy's reaction. Surely the young man had deep feelings
about what had happened. He's never been so quiet and reserved with his
feelings before now. The question was raised about a delayed reaction if he
went to school. Larry said that he'd get back to Phyllis if anything rose
to the surface as Billy chatted with Joey. Right now, it seemed as if limbo
was his state of mind ... that worried both adults a great deal!

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End of Chapter Fifteen