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A Stepbrother's Desire - John and Tyson 8
Friday morning I awoke alone. Ty must have slipped out early. He was going to school for half the day then coming back. Principal Dillard had been thoughtful to let him do school from home for the week to stay with me but today would be the last day. Next week he would go back to full time. Not trying to focus on that right now. I heard Bill coming up the stairs. He peeked his head into my room.
"Hey champ, how do you feel this morning?" he asked.
"I'm good, just waking up."
"May I come in?"
"Sure," and he slipped in and shut the door. He sat in the chair by my bed. That chair was getting a lot of sitters these days it seemed.
"LIsten Josh, I'm glad to see you awake more and you seem somewhat relaxed. Are you doing ok? I'm trying not to pester you but I swear I have worried myself to death this week," he said admittingly.
"Hey Dad, I'm ok. You don't need to worry. Save your energy for when I have to go back to school. That's when it's going to hit me. Like a car," I said, adding the pun.
"Josh," and he leaned in close to my bed, "I will never forgive the forces that caused all this. I have talked to Ty and tried to get the monkey off his back. The investigator called me last night and told me they know where the perpetrator is. He's out of state and they are on their way to get him. It's one time I want to see the prosecutor win victoriously over the defense lawyers. I mean it, too. At least he fled and didn't stick around to do more damage."
"I know you do. So do I. I hope no one from your firm takes the case," I said, trying to be humorous but failing.
"Can't do. Your mom and I working there prevents that. He couldn't afford the firm and we are not looking for pro bono cases. Anyway, how are things going with Ty? He has been up and down so much this week. I don't know when to push him or leave him alone. He seems, well, comfortable with you these days. Is he ok?"
"Oh yes, we are healing together," and he smiled. "There is one problem that may require elevated attention, however," I said. Bill's eyes opened wide. "You see, he has this notion that he can come in here and tickle my damn feet when he wants to and says he can get away with it because I can't fight back. Dad, this tickling feet thing, well, I won't be in this bed forever!"
Bill was laughing so hard. He leaned back in his chair and just roared. "Humor in the face of adversity! Pardon my language, Josh, but damn it, you are going to be just fine." He calmed down a bit and added, "I'm going to let you handle this foot tickling thing on your own but be gentle is all that I ask," he said snickering some more. "Josh, your mom and I have a cocktail party tonight and the charity ball tomorrow night. Are we leaving you alone too much? Is our schedule a problem for you?" he asked.
"No sir, mom has already talked it over with me. Please go. Life goes on, right? Mom is loving this stuff and the dress she got for tomorrow night is incredible. She is so pretty, isn't she?"
"Josh, I can barely contain myself. I almost want to ask how the Wellsley Ladies ever got along without her, but you have to remember, Ty's mother was involved in all that as well. I never wanted your mother to fill Melinda's shoes and she hasn't. She has come in strong all on her own. This life suits her, don't you think?"
"It sure does, Dad. It sure does," I said. "Hey can you tell mom I don't want more pizza tonight? I don't care what she gets us, I just can't eat another piece of pizza!" Ty could prepare something because he is awesome in the kitchen but he won't want to cook with Tristan over.
"Absolutely. I'll see what we can do! I'm heading out. Ty will be home after lunch. I'll talk to you later, and Josh, I have hesitated saying anything but let me say before I go, I don't know when the "dad" thing kicked in but I love it. I really do and I love you too. See ya," and he was out the door.
"Well, there's that," I thought. My mom gets the grand life while I get hit by a car. You are all going to tell me that I get Ty but even that comes with a price like deception and secrecy. It does take the edge off, though. I have to be so careful to not let him feel the brunt of my anxiety. He's sensitive and I cannot take it out on him. God, please don't let me make that mistake, I prayed out loud.
The morning went by fast. I napped but became restless. I got out of the bed and hobbled around on my crutches. I was able to clean myself up a bit. Leg cast comes off next week and possibly the hand cast. The ribs are stable and it takes more pressure to cause discomfort than at first. The crutch isn't terrible but I feel awkward on it. I got downstairs and made some toast with butter and dropped onto the sectional to watch some tv.
I heard Josh come home. He came in through the front door. I was hoping to surprise him by being downstairs. He went straight up. When he found my room empty, I figured he would come down and find me. I sat there for a while and he didn't say anything. I heard him put on some music in his room. It was a bit loud too. What, had he decided to have a private party? He surely wasn't playing hard to get, I know. Annoyance was spreading over me fast.
With all the effort it takes to climb off the furniture, I got up with my crutch and heaved myself up the back stairs. I didn't dare call out to him. I could get this much done on my own. When I finally got back to the top, I walked into my room then through the bathroom to discreetly see what he was doing. I peeked through the door and he was in there standing in front of his mirror dancing around in those silky boxer shorts he wears. He knows they are sexy as they show just bits of his ass cheeks. I have no idea where guys get underwear like that because they aren't at Macy's! God, I was turned on. He looked so good messing with his hair, fiddling with things on his dresser.
I couldn't stand it any longer and I walked in.
"Josh, where were you? I didn't see you in your room," he said, turning around quickly.
"I was downstairs. I thought you would have come down and said hey or something," I said with a little bark. "I mean, I got down there all by myself. Would have been nice," I said.
"Well," he said defensively, "I had to do a couple of things to get ready for Tristan when he comes over. We have a surprise for you and well, Josh, I'm really nervous about what we did last night. I mean, I really stepped over it and I didn't know how you felt. You didn't wake up when I got up this morning. I have been worried all morning," he said.
I said to him, "oh I'm mad alright," and I added enough to my voice to sound like it. I dropped my crutch loudly on the floor and he shuddered. I walked toward him and he backed up against the dresser and maybe I had frightened him. I smiled and he looked down. When I got to him I said, "I'm mad that I had to come all the way up here on my own to find you. I don't ever want to have `look for you'" and I took him by the arms and turned him around and pressed myself against his backside. I ran my hand down his side and kissed him on the neck. He pressed his head into my shoulder and leaned back. I gently caressed his ass with my hand, trying to keep balanced on my good leg.
"Josh," he whispered. "You feel so good. I don't know why I was so worried," and he turned around and put one arm around me and one over my shoulder and he kissed me. I surely would never get tired of his wet soft lips. Hearing his soft moans as I increased my grip around him. My hands met behind his back. I could feel my bandaging around my hand. He led me to his bed. He thought he was going to go back down on me but I had other ideas. I stopped him and pulled him down beside me.
"You have been good to me, babe, and now I'm going to give it back," and i leaned forward and released his cock him his silky undies. He was hard and aiming upwards which turned me on so much. I didn't have much to compare it to but I liked it and my passions took over. I took him in my mouth and tried everything I could think of having watched porn for so long. He tensed. He moaned. Then I laid back on my back and he climbed up and mounted my face. I ran my fingers along his crack and pressed against his hole. He shuddered hard and told me he was going to cum. I didn't stop him. He shot a bit in my mouth which was my first then shot more on my neck. It went multiple places. "What a mess," I said. "That was hot," and he rolled onto his back. I climbed on top of him gently to not upset my side. It felt so good to be on him like this. My erection was pressing against him with his legs spread. I saw something in his eyes.
"You're not ready. For me to do this, I mean, are you?" I asked.
"No."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not. You'll think it's stupid if I say why."
"I will?"
"Because Josh, I gave myself willingly to some guys who didn't really deserve it. They were hot and I wanted a release. I didn't envision someone like you coming into the picture. You deserve this and I want it to be yours but I need some time."
"Time for what?"
"Time for it to clear out. To not be sloppy seconds. To not be so, um, used," he said and he looked toward the ceiling, not at me. He wanted to be pure for me. So maybe I like the romantics. It doesn't take anything away from me.
"Hey, Tyson, I'm not worried about that but I understand what you're saying and it means a lot to me. I'm respecting you until you're ready then so I will be too. I know I love you because I feel it all over but just so you know, once I put myself in there," pressing my finger to his hole, "it will be mine. Nobody else is going to get any of this. You get me?"
"Oh yes I get you. Give me just a little while longer. I promise I won't take long," he said.
"So what are these plans for tonight? What do you and Tristan have up your sleeves?" I asked, prodding him.
"We are going to do a little show for you. Some little skits," he said laughing. "You might think we're stupid but we want to keep you cheered up, that's all," he said. "And Josh, I have to tell you something else. I don't want you to get mad."
"Ok. What is it?"
"Tristan knows."
"Knows what?"
"About us."
"Huh?"
"He knew it before I told him," and sensing I had become annoyed, he added, "he is ok. Said he didn't blame me and had hoped it would turn out like this even though its complicated. He's been my best friend for years. He won't be a problem, I promise," he said pleadingly.
"It's ok but Ty, this is serious. We have to be so careful. I mean it. I like Tristan too. He seems like loads of fun but if he ever turns on you..."
"That's not happening," he said.
"Then can you help me back to my room? I want to take a little nap. You have worn me out today," I said crawling out of his bed.
"As long as I can lay down with you for a few minutes," he said.
"Deal. Set your alarm for 4. Parents will be home to get ready for their party tonight." We laid down on my bed, Ty taking his favorite spot next to me and we dozed off.
Ty's alarm woke us up and I have to say that was a good power nap. We got cleaned up and dressed. I still had crusted cum on my neck from Ty. Tristan got there around 4:30 and he just bounded through the door like he owned it. I heard him come upstairs with Ty and when he saw me in my room, he asked Ty if he could talk to me alone for a minute and he came into my room.
"What do you want with my stepbrother?" Ty demanded.
"That's one way of putting it!" Tristan spat back.
"You and I are gonna fight," Ty said laughing as Tristan shut my door.
He looked at me with those flashing glossy eyes. Well, he looked me over, rather. He came and sat down on my bed.
"Josh, I am so sorry you have had to go through this. You have been so fabulous and didn't deserve this at all. Some of the guys at school that Ty and I are friends with labeled you a hero. The fact you came running to save Ty like you did, um, not every guy would," and he looked down as he played with his nails.
"Tristan, it's you and Ty who are fabulous. And you're survivors. There's nobody around here who can pull you down. If that had been you out there I would have done exactly the same thing and, it wouldn't be so I could be called a hero. I'm just above putting up with that kind of shit. Especially to beautiful people like you," and I leaned up and kissed him on his cheek. I could just see his glitter that he likes to wear on Friday nights. He blushed.
"Oh my god, that was awesome," he said. "Thank you. And Josh, I know it won't be long before you go back to school. Ty and I will need to go over some things with you when that happens. Things may not be the same when you return. We want to feel out the mood before that. Got it?"
"Yep and I figured as much. Football game is tonight and QB2 has taken over. Depending on how he does is going to reflect on me, isn't it?"
"Yeah, we think so. So anyway, I just wanted to see you for myself and tell you how sorry I was. I really am too, Josh. That guy was a real fucker!" and he leaned forward and kissed me back. "Amazing," he said in response. And no, I didn't feel the slightest threat to Ty and me. These guys are not afraid to show their love and quite frankly, I wasn't going to turn it away.
Tristan hopped up and trotted back into Ty's room. As they were getting their stuff together, we heard Bill come in shouting "dinner is ready!" Mom came out of her room about the same time we did and Tristan screeched. "Oh my God! Mrs. Breck. You look amazing and I love that dress with the bow on the back."
"Thank you Tristan. I'm always glad to have one fan around."
"Two," said Ty.
All this fuss over a dress. "Gracious!" I thought to myself. When we walked down into the kitchen, Bill had three dinners on the counter and they smelled so good. We knew instantly but had to open the carton to see three steak dinners with baked potatoes from Rube's, a local place just up Broad Street.
"PTL!" I said. Everyone looked at me like i had danced in a tutu. Sorry, I was feeling the flame from my boys. "Praise the Lord!" I exclaimed.
"Ok that was hot," replied Tristan and my mom laughed. Ty rolled his eyes, way too cool for this animation. We set the plates out and transferred our dinner from the cartons. Ty cut my steak up for me which was really cute. Tristan loaded my baked potato with butter and sourcream.
"Where's the wine?" asked Tristan.
"You wish," said mom.
Bill came down in a blazer and a bowtie and they were ready to head out.
"Stay put, boys. We'll be home late," and with that they were gone. Ty went into the family room and pulled out a bottle of Menage a Trois red wine from the wine cooler. "This should go nicely," he said. He pulled out a corkscrew and poured us each a glass. It did go well and we were having a grand time. Tristan was so cute the way he leaned the glass against his face when he was listening to our banter. Ty looked so sophisticated as if he'd been drinking wine for years. A little buzz certainly wasn't going to hurt.
Once our dinner had settled, Ty and Tristan trooped upstairs to get their things for their show. They said the production was being put on by TriTy Productions. A little while later they came down wearing skimpy little bathing suits. Where do they get this stuff? And oh my God, a man such as myself can only take but so much. I mean butts and bulges! Nothing shy about these two. Me and two 16 year olds for the night. Gonna be trouble, that's all I can say.
So Tristan introduced the first skit as "A Day at the Beach" He took a towel and spread it out on the kitchen floor just outside the family room. He laid down on it. Ty was hanging out somewhere else. Tristan pretended that he was applying lotion. He pressed his curly hair back but it just snapped back into place which was funny. He rested on his elbows like you do at the beach. He lowered his sunglasses like he was checking out someone walking by. He rolled over onto his towel. His very fine, medium rare, ass was sticking up and just a bit of his cheeks were showing. Ok, I might have gotten a little aroused. Actually, "Fuck!" I thought. Dreams are made from images like that. I think he knew too. It had to be part of his act.
He rolled back over wiped his forehead as if he were sweating. Obviously, these were not subtle actions. Everything was pronounced like choreography. He got up, pulled his suit from his crack and wandered into the water, splashing onto his legs. He skipped once as if he had stepped on a sharp shell. He had thought of everything. Then he lunged forward into the family room as if swimming. He did this, acting like he was dodging waves. He used his arms to propel around the room. Then, I heard a musical thing from Ty down the hall. It was the Jaws theme, "Da dum! D, Dum!" I got really tickled. Just then Ty came in with his hands pressed above his head like a shark fin. I screamed with laughter!
"Time out!: I shouted and they froze. "Can I get another glass of wine please?" Ty ran into the kitchen and brought the bottle out and poured me a glass then they resumed. Ty swam around behind Tristan for a bit and Tristan stopped, as if he sensed something. He looked around like you do thinking you can see over the surface of the water. He swam some more and he just lifted his leg out and Ty reached down and slapped his foot and Tristan screamed with a surprise gasp that actually startled me.
"Uh oh," I said. They tried to keep straight faces. This happened a few more times and Tristan began to panic and thrash around. He started kicking and screaming "help!" Ty came on stronger and grabbed Tristan's side and tickled him with his nails. Tristan made gulping noises. I couldn't bear to see Tristan get eaten by Ty the shark so I jumped into the play.
"Over here oh helpless one! Come to the island. You'll be safe here!" I shouted. Ty looked impressed that I was using imagination, creating improvisation. Tristan swam to the sofa.
"Come to my island, helpless one. You'll be safe from that shark!" and Tristan crawled up on the couch panting for air. His puffy lips were exhaling air. He laid down beside me. I shook him to be sure he was ok.
"Who are you?"he asked.
"I'm Lord of the Island," I belted.
"Oh thank you, Lord of the island. I was terrified. It was a shark. A big shark!" Then he acted like he fainted.
Between wine and horniness, I pushed the envelope. I started mouth to mouth resuscitation and the wine and saliva mixed on his lips and he tasted so good. This was trouble I know but we were having so much fun. Suddenly, Ty jumped up from the end of the couch and yelled, "Roar!" It scared the shit out of Tristan and I which was hilarious.
"Seriously, does a shark yell `ROAR? I don't think a shark can "roar" do you Lord of the island?" asked Tristan. I screamed with laughter.
"Well what the fuck does a shark say?" asked Ty. Tristan laughed and then was silent. "I don't know," he said and we all cracked up.
"Oh you bad shark,. Be nice and you can join us on the island!"
"Oh may I?" he asked.
"You better be nice," said Tristan. And Ty joined us on the couch and we made a heap.
"I better make sure you have good oxygen," I said to Ty and I leaned forward and kissed him. He tasted so good too. He bit my lip and I yelled, "Bad shark! You bit me!" Tristan fainted again and I proceeded to give him mouth to mouth again. I had them laying on each side of me. I really felt like I was the lord of something. Didn't know what to call it.
"Ok, enough of all of this. The island is too crowded. There must be a test to see who stays and who must swim away!" and they looked at me in utter surprise. All I could see were bodies and skimpy silky bathing suits.
I told them they had to stand in the water. Only the best kissers were allowed on my island and only one would be able to stay. They took their places next to each other and I crawled up on my good leg. I hobbled closer to them. I leaned forward and took Ty first. They were both hard and it was showing. I was too so I couldn't blame them. I took his lips between mine and his tongue jutted into my mouth. No teeth this time but some suction.
"Nice," I said as I pulled away. I stepped over to Tristan and looked down at him. His eyes were dancing like fireballs. He lifted his chin, which really turned me on. It was like he kisses with his mouth only, you can't nuzzle with his face. He swiped with his lips and tilted his head slightly. Ok, and yes, I really had to pull away. I was moments from disaster. I stepped back and yelled in a strong voice, "The Lord of the Island is prepared to make a declaration!"
Just then Tristan stepped forward and said, "Oh thank you Lord of the Island but I concede to the shark! I have a good life back home and so I will return. The shark needs you more. He needs to learn how to be good!" and with that he proceeded to swim away, back to the kitchen.
I took Ty in my arms and kissed his neck. Tristan yelled from the kitchen that we were hot! He came in with the wine glasses and poured some wine for him and Ty.
"You ok with this?" I asked Ty. "This is all play right? No threat?"
"No, Josh. We are all good as long as you are. You can't have Tristan," he whispered.
"I can't?"
"No, he's a virgin; no way he could take you so, yeah, there is no threat."
Ok then, we settled on the couch and drank some more wine. I gave them feedback on their performance which I thought was just hilarious. You all may think this was some stupid shit and my friends would have thought so too. I talked to Ty and Tristan about hat a trusting environment they had made, where it won't get told to everyone the next day. They agreed. We drank some more, almost finishing the large bottle.
It was soon time for the second production. Tristan got a pot from the kitchen. Tristan put a big shaggy wig on his head and sat on the floor with his pot and miscellaneous props. Ty went and stood in the corner with his hands clasped in front of him. "The Plight of the Knight!" exclaimed Tristan.
"Double bubble boil and trouble," Tristan sneered. Ok so he is a witch
"Hair of the dog, lips from a frog!" and he laughed. Ty yelled out that she was a dumb witch and this plan would not work. Tristan told him that it was only the biggest and bravest knight who could release the evil inside of them both and he needed to be quiet. Tristan went on with his potion adding this and that finishing with a "Leg of lamb and a condom from a wham-bam-thank you-maam." I belted out a laugh.
Finally, the witch raised her hands over the pot and yelled out, "Hocus Pocus Dominocus!" and then nothing happened. Ty screamed with laughter, sort of maniacal, actually. He told the witch he knew it wouldn't work, that she was stupid and should give up and she needed to set him free. She looked up at him and said "You won't get the stud if the potion's a dud!" and he walked over to Ty and emptied the pot on him. He lowered to the ground and hissed like a spirit I guessed. He came to me and started telling me this tale about how an evil spirit got into him and his friend and it needed to be gotten out. Only a brave heart could release the spirit.
So a couple of things came into mind. First, I was a little drunk, second, I was very horny, third, my boys were begging for my attention.. I got up from my seat and wobbled a little. The witch laughed. I grabbed the witch, well Tristan, and pulled him to me. He yelped in surprise. I told Ty, the cursed prince, to get behind me. I was about to go overboard with their play but we would deal with that later.
I put my arms around the witch and pretended to shave that ugly wig off. Tristan's hair glistened with sweat. He was drunk I could tell. I felt down his body. I reached those sexy undies and felt his bulge. His cock was already stiff. I reached behind me and coaxed Ty into the same condition. I thought it was just me all these years. All you have to do is touch a guy he gets hard. I totally get it now.
"Ou,t out damn spirit! Be gone!" I yelled and gripped Tristan's hard cock. He was stiff as a board. Ty was poking into my backside and yelled, "Oh no Josh! What are you doing?" I whispered into Tristan's ear and told him to release the demon and I licked his neck and his ear and it was only a few moments and he came. His body shivered as it pressed against me. I was all but holding him up. He panted and said, "Awe fuck!" Fortunately, that towel was down and caught it. It was a good load. I was proud of him. I would have preferred to have been in front and not behind but this was safer.
Then without hesitation, I turned around and kissed Tyson and turned him away from me and did the same thing. Tristan kicked the towel in front of Ty who came as well. "Oh God, Josh! I'm cumming!" as his load shot out and landed on the towel.
"Jesus Christ, that was hot!" said Tristan. "Didn't see that coming," he said laughing. I was glad this was so casual to them. I would have been freaked out if this had happened back at home. We relaxed on the couch for a minute and finished the last of the wine. My head was swimming. We cleaned up and I mean we cleaned up good. We settled on the couch, each one on either side of me and watched tv and sort of passed out.
I was startled when the back door opened and mom and Bill came in. Mom was startled to see us there. "What in the..." she started.
"My boys couldn't outlast me mom. Can't hang with the big guys yet," and she laughed.
"It's sweet honey. You all look so comfy. You ok?" and she tapped Ty and Tristan on their shoulders to wake them. They were wearing normal gym shorts and t-shirts now. I asked Ty to help me upstairs. We all said goodnight to the parents and headed up the stairs.
They eased into Ty's room to climb into Ty's bed. I climbed into mine. I was so tired but my mind was flooded with memories. I made Tristan cum, ok that was something I would never forget. To trust me so much was a huge thing for Ty. He knew I wasn't going anywhere or with anyone.
Bill stepped in, "Uh Josh, there is the matter of a large wine bottle in the recycle can out back. Next time bury it so its not so conspicuous! Doesn't appear any harm done so I grant you amnesty, this time," and he winked at me and closed the door.
"Of course," I thought. "I'm Lord of the island!"
The news reported that the team won the game but noted that organization was off and several plays were "fortunately" executed. At least, there's that.