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THE JOCK AND THE TUTOR 12
When did my little brother become my protector, my comfort? The little twerp I hated. The one that always wanted to do what I was doing, always wanted to follow me, was always a pain in the ass. I loved him but hated him at the same time. I mean he was my brother so I was supposed to love him but he always bugged the shit out of me.
Do you know what I mean? If you have a little brother you know exactly what I mean.
But here he was, when I awoke in the morning, with his arms around me, holding me as we both slept. Protecting me, giving me comfort.
I opened my eyes staring into his face.
Oh God, his breath. He was sleeping with his mouth open and it was inches from my face. He hardly ever, unless I tell him to, brushes his teeth before going to bed. I don't know what he ate for a snack last night but it must have been sardines.
Well I know it wasn't sardines because he hates them just like me but it sure smelled like sardines.
I pushed him away. He rolled over to face away from me and stayed asleep.
It was 5:00 in the morning, my usual wake up time. I thought for a minute, `It's Sunday, I don't have to get up.' I thought about how much my life has changed. I thought about how bad I had to pee.
I crawled over Robby and went to the bathroom. After draining the bladder I went down the hall to check on Troy.
Quietly opening the door, I peaked in. He was under the covers, on his side, holding the pillow again. I so wanted to be in his arms again. Going in I quietly closed the door. Walking to the other side of the bed I laid down.
As I moved the pillow he jumped up moving to the door. As usual he was naked. He was hard. My mouth watered to where I had to swallow. Gulp would be more like it.
He opened the door and pointed to the hallway.
"I promised your dad." He said.
First I was shocked from his jumping up so fast, and then I was surprised at his reaction, then angry and finally hurt.
"Please." He said, "We will talk in the morning."
I was still fully dressed from yesterday. I didn't see how it could hurt to just hold each other. As I walked towards the door I reached out to hug him.
"I can't," he said as he pushed me away, "I won't be able to stop."
Now I was really angry. I was angry at him for not hugging me. I was angry at my parents for not understanding.
I went downstairs to the kitchen. I got a bowl out of the cupboard and slammed the door. Getting cereal out of the pantry and slammed the door. I got a spoon out of the drawer and slammed it closed. I poured cereal in the bowl put it back in the pantry and slammed it again. The only thing I did not slam was the refrigerator door after getting the milk out.
"My, aren't we in a good mood." Mom said as she came into the room.
Picking up my bowl I moved to the table without saying anything. I was still eating when my dad came in around 6:00. He sat on the left end of the table with his coffee and mom came over to sit opposite him on the other end.
A few minutes later Troy came in fully dressed. His hair was wet so he must have showered. He got a cup of coffee and sat across from me.
I wasn't hungry anymore. I got up and threw my bowl into the sink. It was a good thing it was Tupperware.
"SIT DOWN!" my dad yelled.
I didn't. I stood at the sink. I knew if I sat down I would cry and I was too mad to cry.
"You're too young," he said.
"NO I'M NOT" I yelled.
Troy said softly, "Will you let him finish. Please."
I stood there by the sink staring out the window.
"Do you realize Troy could be put in jail for a very long time?" my dad went on. "He is 17, over the age of consent. You are 14 and more than 2 years younger than him. In this state that would be statutory rape. It would not matter if you gave consent, even if we gave consent, he would go to jail."
To say I was shocked would be a gross understatement. I spun around, with my mouth hanging open and looked at my dad. I couldn't say anything. I could barely breathe.
I think Troy was as surprised as I was. Mom sat there holding a Kleenex and dabbed her eyes.
"I understand you love him and he surely loves you. We can see it in the way he protects you."
Mom looked at me and smiled.
"Even if you kept it in the house and didn't tell anyone you can't chance someone finding out and saying something to the wrong person. I have to demand that you not have sex until you are 17."
"Well can we sleep together?" I asked.
"Do you think you can refrain from sex?" my dad asked.
"NO!" Troy shouted.
"It's not fair." I said.
"Life's not always fair." After a few minutes of silence my dad went on. "Here at home and at Troy's house you can show affection for each other but no sex until you are 17."
Troy said, "It's only a couple of years."
"It's two and a half, almost." I pleaded.
My mom pushed Troy's arm and moved her head towards me. Troy got up, came over and held me. I cried. Why do I have to be only 14?
I realized this was fruitless. I was not going to win this one. I sure didn't want Troy going to jail. I stopped crying, pushed away and went to my room to shower and get ready for church.
We went in two cars because Troy and I would be going to the hospital right after church.
Can I ride with you?" Robby asked.
I don't know if he was asking Troy or me but I nodded yes. Nothing was said. Robby rode in the back seat and I sat against the passenger door in the front. I didn't want to be tempted to place a hand on Troy.
We were barely out of the driveway when Robby started.
"So what's going on? Can you sleep together? Are you going to do it anyway? They can't stop you. You love each other. You can run away and be together. I'll help you."
He is always talkative but when he was agitated it was nonstop. For him it is a nervous condition.
"Robby shut up."
Robby looked shocked. I am sure I looked shocked because I was. I think Troy was afraid Robby was going to upset me.
It was dead quiet in the car the rest of the way to church.
It was Troy, me, Robby, my mom and then my dad on the end of the pew.
Don't ask me what the sermon was about. My mind was totally on the problem at hand. I love Troy. Troy loves me. We meld together as one when we have sex. No, that is the wrong word, when we make love. We are so one that I don't know where I end and Troy begins. I don't think it does because we are one. He moves and I move as one object, one body, one being.
I know I shouldn't be thinking about sex in church but how can you not think about it. It just shows up in your brain and won't go away.
I got hard. Not just a hard on but my penis was pulsing. I could feel every heartbeat against my underwear. We were standing and singing. I put my arm around Troy. Pushing my penis against Troy's leg I, I, I,
"Oh, Oh OOOHHH."
I'm sure everyone thought I was singing off key except Troy. He put his arm over my shoulder, looked down at me and smiled. I was still in the throes of my climax and I know he could tell what had happened.
It took Robby about 10 seconds to understand. He laughed. My dad reached behind my mom and smacked Robby on the back of the head. Dad then scowled at me for holding Troy the way I was. I don't think he knew what had happened.
I pulled back from Troy and he dropped the arm from my shoulder. I could feel the wet in my underwear and was worried it would soak through.
As we left church I kept my hands in front of me to hide my crotch. When I got the chance I checked and luckily it had not soaked through.
Mom said, "We are going to breakfast. Are you joining us?"
"We can't," Troy said, "Rodger has to report to Doctor Patterson for rounds at 11:00."
"For rounds?" she said. She was flabbergasted.
"Can I go too?" Robby asked.
"You need breakfast," dad said, "We'll go after breakfast."
I will say one thing about Robby; he doesn't pout or whine when he doesn't get his way. All the time I picked on him and wouldn't let him tag along he never got angry about it. I don't think I have ever seen him cry. For sure he is not like me. Oh he looks disappointed but does not throw a tantrum.
"We can get breakfast at the hospital." I said. I couldn't believe it myself. Was I inviting Robby to go with us?
Robby went from looking at me to looking at our dad. His neck must have hurt he turned so fast.
"It's up to Troy." Dad said.
Robby jumped and pumped his fist in the air. To him that was the same thing as saying yes.
Dad pulled out his wallet and gave Troy $40.00. "That should cover breakfast and don't let them get junk."
Neither Robby nor I were junk food eaters so I don't know why he said that. In fact our mom would tell us that we ate broccoli before we ate candy and given the choice would choose the broccoli.
On the way to the hospital we sat the same way as we did going to church. Robby asked the same questions then as he did before.
"So what's going on? Can you sleep together? Are you going to do it anyway? They can't stop you. You love each other. You can run away and be together. I'll help you."
I amazed myself at how I kept it together. "No, we can't sleep together. We couldn't keep from having sex if we did. Troy could go to jail if anyone found out so we have to somehow keep from doing it. Yes, we love each other so we have to make sure that Troy doesn't get arrested for rape."
"It's not rape." Robby said, "I hear you two and I can tell its love."
"It doesn't matter," I replied, "With our age difference it would be statutory rape. It wouldn't help to run away it would only make things worse."
It was 10:55 when I walked into Doctor Patterson's office. Troy and Robby went to see Mary and then John before they went to breakfast.
Four interns came in right at 11:00. Doctor Patterson handed me a lab coat and we left for the first patient. A fifth intern was already in the room. Doctor Patterson asked for an update.
The intern, looking at the chart, gave a rundown on that patient. Doctor Patterson asked him what the treatment plan would be and praised him for the answer.
At the third room the patient's left leg was swollen 3 times normal size. I asked how long it would take for the swelling to go down. The interns all laughed.
"Be careful," Doctor Patterson told them, "Someday you might be working for him. Although he is still in high school I expect him to finish his medical degree in 4 years instead of the 10 it has taken some of you. He has already saved a woman's life by recognizing a change in her condition and recognizing it as a problem."
They got very quiet very quick. He then asked one of the interns to answer the question. Of course I blushed because I was embarrassed that I asked a dumb question. I won't make that mistake again. I can do my own research.
The rounds took much longer than I expected. Two and a half hours later I was walking back to John's room. Being up 81/2 hours and not having anything to eat in a long time had me dragging.
I think I barely made it to John's room.
"Holy shit," Robby said, "What's wrong with you."
Troy didn't say anything. He picked me up and carried me to the cafeteria. I'm sure he figured it out right away. Sitting me in a chair he first got some orange juice for me to drink while he went to get me some lunch. After having soup and a sandwich I felt much better.
When we got back to John's room Doctor Patterson was there.
"Don't let that stop you from asking questions." He said to me as soon as we walked in the door. "The biggest problem I have is interns who don't ask questions they should."
"Intern? INTERN?" Troy said.
"Shut up!" I returned.
"He will be." Doctor Patterson replied.
"What happened?" Robby wanted to know.
"The interns laughed when he asked a good question." Doctor Patterson said then turned to me, "And it was a good question. It's a question that most first year medical students ask."
Both Robby and Troy smiled.
I still had the lab coat on. I went over to John and asked, "How is our patient today?"
Everyone laughed, even doctor Patterson.
"Terrible," he said, "Everything itches under this dam thing."
We all laughed, even John.
"You are going to have to put up with patients like this when you become a doctor." Doctor Patterson said.
I took the lab coat off and gave it to doctor Patterson and he left.
We were talking about universities when my parents came in. Mom had a glow and happy look I don't think I ever saw on her. Dad had a happy step going also. John picked up on it right away.
"When the kids are away," John said, "The parents."
He was cut off by mom saying, "JOHN"
I didn't get it but it looked like Troy did. He laughed. Robby and I just looked at each other.
Mom and dad talked with John about the plans for him going home tomorrow. Mom wanted him to come to our house to stay in the spare bedroom. I got a warm feeling thinking that would put Troy back in with me. But John said no he wanted to be in his own bed.
After about an hour mom, dad and Robby left for home so mom could start supper.
"I'll text you when to come home to eat." She said as they left.
We sat and watched Pro football on TV. Of course John was in bed. Troy was sitting on the lounge chair and I was sitting on his lap. Troy had his arms around me. It gives me such a good feeling when he has his arms around me.
It surprised me that I now understood what was going on. I even made comments a couple of times to which John and Troy agreed with me. The only thing that made them laugh was when I complained they were so big and hit so hard they were going to hurt someone.
I felt a lump start to poke at my bottom. I knew what it was right away. I could have gotten up and moved but was enjoying it so much. I wiggled back and forth a little.
Troy picked me up, adjusted himself and sat me back down. Now I really felt it. I started a slow movement back and forth. Troy pulled me back to lie on his chest. I could feel his nose buried in my hair. The warm breath as he breathed sent goose bumps down my neck.
I have no idea what was going on with the game. My full concentration was on my butt, the feeling of his cock rubbing me. I wanted it in me.
Troy held me tighter and moved his hips so he was rubbing me harder. Then he started moving faster.
It wasn't long before he "Uuuuugggghhhh."
He kissed the back of my head. He kissed the back of my neck. He kissed and then sucked on the side of my neck just below my ear.
I took a big breath and slowly let out a sigh. I was content.
"You two are ridiculous." John said.
Troy laughed but I got burning hot from blushing.
John's supper tray came so I got up on the bed on the other side of the tray and fed him. It was sliced roast beef and there was no way he would have been able to cut the meat himself. Doesn't the hospital cafeteria know that and cut it for him?
I had just finished when I received the text from my brother to come home for supper. I moved the tray and gave John a goodbye hug.
Troy said to John, "We won't be back after supper unless there is a change in mom. We have homework to do."
Troy kissed his dad on the cheek and we left to check on his mom before leaving.
I had forgotten all about homework. It was hard to believe Troy was reminding me.
A different nurse was at the ICU desk. We scrubbed and gowned and went in her room. She was about the same but I did notice more movement to her head. She was moving it back and forth a little like she was shaking her head no. I don't think Troy noticed.
On the way out I stopped at the desk and said to the nurse, "I want her drainage tube checked at least every 30 minutes. It clogged once and I don't want that to happen again."
"Yes doctor, it's on the chart." She had seen me earlier in the day when I had the lab coat on and I guess she thought I was a doctor.
As we were going out to Troy's car he said mockingly, "Yes doctor."
I punched him in the arm.
I love Troy so much and I know he loves me just as much. How are we going to not have sex when we have tasted the fruit? I shuddered just thinking about it. We can't keep our hands off of each other.
As Troy was driving us home my hand went to his leg. I rubbed up and down slowly. My hand went higher. I wanted to feel the stickiness in his boxers. I wanted to get some on my fingers and taste it. My hand went under his shirt and I started working my fingers into his jeans.
He grabbed my hand and said, "No! We have to wait. We can't let anyone know."
He pulled my hand out and moved it to my own lap. I turned away from him and faced the window. I was a pouty bitch and knew it but I couldn't stop. I folded my arms together and huffed. I know, I know I'm the one who didn't want anyone to know but all I wanted to do was taste his cum.
Troy laughed and that just made me madder.
When we got to my house I slammed the car door. I slammed the front door before Troy got to it. I went in the downstairs bath, closed and locked the door to wash my hands for supper. Troy tried the door and then I heard him going upstairs to wash.
I stood at the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't like what I saw. I heard Troy and my brother come down the steps. I asked the mirror why I was such a bitch. It didn't have an answer. He's right you know. I'm acting like a ten year old. Well maybe not a ten year old. My brother is not like that.
I wet my face, dried it with the hand towel and looked in the mirror again. I smiled and went out of the bathroom.
I thought I was over it but when I got to the dining room I picked up my place setting and moved to the other side of the table where my brother was sitting. Troy looked hurt and I instantly felt bad.
My dad looked at me, then Troy and then my brother. Robby shrugged his shoulders.
Troy recovered, smiled and said, "I'm starved."
Mom had a 5 course meal for Sunday Supper as usual. And as usual Troy ate 5 times what I ate. Robby tried to keep up with him but he stalled half way through the third helping. I stopped at one.
When we finished eating we went to my room to do homework. Robby came in and lay on my bed while he was reading a book. I was propped up using the headboard while he was lying across the foot of the bed. Troy was at my desk.
I finished and was watching Robby read. I wondered why I used to hate him so much. He really is a good kid. He had to be the best little brother a brother could have.
"I'm sorry I used to yell at you so much." I don't know what made me say that but Robby stopped reading and looked at me.
I think he was as much surprised of it as I was. We smiled at each other. We both knew our relationship just changed. I think I am going to be closer to him than I am my sister and I never thought that could happen.
I checked Troy's homework and everything was correct.
Troy said, "I'm tired. I'm going to bed and I'm locking my door."
I grunted. Robby laughed.
I went back downstairs. I needed to talk to dad.
I found him alone in the den watching Sunday Night Football. I sat on a footstool that he had his feet on. I didn't say anything but my back was to the television and he knew I wanted to say something. I just couldn't think of what I wanted to say.
He was very patient. He pretended to watch the game but I could tell he was concentrating on me.
"Dad." I finally said.
He turned towards me and gave me his undivided attention. Even though I didn't say anything more for several minutes his attention never left me.
"Umm, you know," That is as far as I got. It just wouldn't get straight in my head.
Another minute and I said, "I just"
Two more minutes and he said, "I know it's hard. There is no pill for being a teenager."
The funny thing is I know exactly what he means. I just wish I could go to sleep and wake up being twenty.
I put my head down on my arms which were across my legs. I didn't cry I was just trying to put my thoughts together.
"Dad." I finally had enough clarity to start. "I know I am gay and I know I love Troy. I just don't know how I can survive 3 years until I can show that love."
"You mean have sex?"
"Yes."
"There is a lot more to love than sex. You can show that love by not tempting Troy to have sex with you. You don't want him to go to prison for years and have to register as a sex offender for the rest of his life, do you?"
"No but."
"There is no but. If someone was to find out it doesn't matter. He would go to jail. You have to think of more than your instant gratification."
I nodded. I knew he was right but I didn't want to accept that.
"You can't let anyone think outside this house or John and Mary's that there is anything but you are best friends. If he was your age or you were his age it would be different."
It was a couple of minutes before anything else was said.
"Do you understand what I am saying?" He asked.
"Yes sir." I didn't like it but I understood. "What am I supposed to do?"
"It's what you are not supposed to do. You're not supposed to have sex." He responded. "There are many ways to show your love for another person. Your mom does not like to put gas in her car so when it gets low I fill it for her. I drop my clothes as I get undressed; she picks them up without complaining. Has she every asked you to fix dinner because she doesn't feel like it. No she does it because she loves us. You have to figure out what you can do for Troy, I can't do that for you."
I thought `WOW' I never noticed those things. Then I wondered what I could do for Troy. I didn't come up with anything.
"Tomorrow is a school day." He said, "You better get to bed and try to get some sleep."
I guess he knew I would have trouble sleeping.
As I went upstairs I tried the door to the spare room. I was going to say good night to Troy. Really that is all I was going to do. Well unless I couldn't control myself. It was locked. I could have gone through Racheal, my sister's, room but I didn't. So there I do have some control.
When I got to my room the light was on and Robby was in my bed. Not just on top but under the covers. I got undressed and in bed with him. This would be only the second time we slept in the same bed. As soon as I was in bed he cuddled up to me. I was asleep in just a couple of minutes.
I awoke, like I normally do, 5 minutes before the alarm went off. It took me a minute to remember that today was Monday and a school day. I was still wrapped in Robby's arms and his leg was over my stomach. I eased out from under him and made my way to the bathroom.
I turned the hot water on in the shower and then drained my bladder. By the time I finished the shower was hot. I was in the middle of the shower when Robby came in to piss. When I finished and got out Robby got in.
I was getting dressed before I remembered Troy was down the hall in the spare bedroom. After getting dressed I knocked on Troy's door but did not get a response. I tried the door and it was unlocked so I went in.
The first thing that hit me was Troy's smell. I stood there and took a deep breath. He was not in bed. I checked the bathroom and he was not in there either.
When I got to the kitchen he was sitting at the table drinking a cup of coffee with my dad. As soon as they noticed me they stopped talking. Mom was at the stove making pancakes.
I went to the refrigerator and poured myself a glass of tomato juice then sat down at the table across from Troy. He did not look at me. He just stared at his coffee cup.
My dad looked from me to Troy, back and forth, I guess waiting for one of us to say something. My emotions were boiling up inside me. I knew I was going to start crying any second.
Then Troy finally looked up and smiled at me. My heart jumped to my throat. I smiled back. I was all better now. It's funny how just a smile can make you feel so good.
Neither one of us blinked. We were still looking at each other smiling when mom brought pancakes over for Troy and I. That broke the moment but not the feeling I had.
We both started eating. Every once in a while I looked at Troy. He would look at me and we both smiled then went back to eating.
Robby came in just as Troy and I were finishing. Mom brought Robby some pancakes while we were putting our dishes in the sink.
Going up the stairs to brush our teeth Troy pinched my butt. I screamed and then started laughing.
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