Don’t Push Your Luck By Dave Disclaimer
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This story deals with a gay relationship between minors. If this does not interest you then please leave now. If this does interest you then do read on.
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Part 35 – Reality Strikes!
The alarm clock went off as usual this morning. I woke to the morning show on the radio playing some crappy song I hated the sound of. There was not much I could do about it though. The alarm clock was behind me and Steve was still snuggling me nice and close. What to do? Move and break away from this lovely cuddle or just wait for the song to finish?
I waited for the song to finish and hoped a better one would follow. I preferred the hug I was getting from Steve!
As the next song started I could tell Steve was waking up. His breathing changed and I could feel his cock swelling!
“Routine is restored!” I thought to myself happily. Thankfully I liked the song being played on the radio as well.
I felt Steve move slightly and the pillow sank slightly, then rose again as his head returned to where it had been a few seconds ago.
“Good morning little brother.” Steve purred in my ear.
“Good morning my horny big brother!” I replied. I could feel that Steve’s cock was full size and was even pulsing in time to Steve’s heartbeat.
I felt Steve’s right hand move down my tummy and down to my groin. It then gently rubbed over my “privates” making me shudder at the wonderful sensations.
“I am not the only one who is horny this morning!” Steve whispered into my ear.
I chuckled. Steve chuckled with me.
“Can we do anything before breakfast?” I asked.
“Don’t know.” Steve replied honestly. “If my parents are up we might get caught.” He added letting me know what he was thinking.
“That might be a problem!” I replied smirking. “That would get you into a little trouble!” I added, my smirk turning into a broad smile.
“I don’t want to know what it might mean for me, well us.” Steve replied.
“Shame that.” I replied. “Can I get up to use the loo?” I added.
“I need to go as well, so of course.” Steve replied.
We both got up. Steve picked me up and we headed to the bathroom. Once in the bathroom Steve put me down and I stood ready to urinate expecting Steve to stand beside me.
“You not going?” I asked Steve as he was now standing away from me by the sink.
“I will.” Steve replied. “I need to sit though.” He added, trying to be as polite as possible with the subject matter.
We both blushed slightly and I simply nodded my head in response.
I finished, flushed and washed my hands as Steve made himself comfortable. I made sure I closed the bathroom door as I left so Steve could have some privacy.
I was about to head to “our” bedroom when I heard giggling coming from behind a bedroom door. My ears pricked up as I heard some growling noises as well. This got me so curious I silently moved along the landing to the door that led to Steve’s parents’ bedroom.
The door was closed but I could hear little snippets of noise. There was a lot of giggling, happy moaning and a few other odd noises.
Realising Steve’s parents were probably doing something VERY intimate I slowly straightened up to sneak back to the bedroom I shared with Steve as silently as possible. As I turned around I walked straight into Steve!
Before I had a chance to squeal or anything Steve had clasped his hand over my mouth, silencing me. Steve then pulled me back to “our” bedroom. I was busted!
As soon as we returned back to “our” bedroom and Steve had taken his hand off of my mouth I sank to my knees and started to apologise, tears streaming down my face.
“What did you hear?” Steve demanded of me, his face very stern. This stern face I was facing was one I was totally unfamiliar with, and with Steve’s piercing green eyes it actually scared me as well!
“Just your mum telling your dad to nibble her neck as she liked it when he did that, some growling, laughing, and some happy moaning!” I replied as quickly as I could.
“What kind of happy moaning?” Steve replied.
I gulped.
“Do I have to say?” I asked. This was so embarrassing.
“Yes.” Steve replied, his face unchanging.
“You are punishing me!” I stated to Steve in despair at what was happening.
“Yep.” Steve replied. “Now, what moaning.” He insisted, knowing full well this would really make me uncomfortable.
“Please don’t make me!” I begged. My plea fell on deaf ears.
“You can tell me, or you can tell me and my parents at breakfast!” Steve replied, his face still stern and his manner unwavering.
Steve knew I was uncomfortable. I was still on my knees, now looking at the floor, my face a very deep red colour.
I looked up at Steve, my eyes filled with tears.
“Please.” I begged.
“What kind of moaning?” Steve demanded again. He was not going to move on this. I was going to have to say.
“The sort of moaning when a woman and a man are making love!” I squeaked in response. My face was totally red and I felt totally humiliated.
“Apology accepted.” Steve replied. “Now stand up.” He added.
I stood up and Steve embraced me.
“Now please stay away from my parents’ bedroom if the door is closed.” Steve requested with firmness. “I thought you knew by now you only went there when the door was closed if it was an emergency.” Steve added, his voice much kinder now.
“I promise, and I do.” I replied, still quite upset. “Will I have to say anything to your parents?” I then asked as Steve had made the threat to tell his parents if I did not confess to him what I had heard.
“No.” Steve replied. “What just happened never leaves this room.” Steve insisted now looking directly at me. “I just want you to realise it is something you do not do.” Steve then informed me.
I nodded my head. I had just been taught a big lesson.
“Well, seeing as my parents are still in bed and having fun, would you like to do the same?” Steve then asked me.
I shook my head.
“Not when they are home.” I replied. “I don’t want to get you into any trouble.” I added. “I value you and our friendship too much.” I finished.
“My little brother cares!” Steve replied smiling. I had not missed the sarcasm in Steve’s comment and in the tone of his voice.
“You meanie!” I replied giving Steve a playful punch.
Steve laughed at my retaliation. This got me laughing with him.
“Let’s go have some breakfast instead then my little brother.” Steve said, my telling off forgotten about already.
“Good idea.” I replied.
We quickly pulled on the tracksuit bottoms and t-shirts we had been wearing yesterday and then quietly headed downstairs for breakfast.
It seemed odd to me that Steve and I were the first ones downstairs. It was so quiet with us being the first ones to enter the kitchen.
Steve switched on the radio player in the kitchen and started to fill the kettle with water. I helped by getting the fruit juice out of the fridge. I then grabbed bowls, cereal and spoons. I started to lay the table as Steve made us cups of tea. Steve then filled a jug with milk and put this on the table.
“Have I missed anything?” I asked Steve before we sat down to breakfast.
“One thing.” Steve replied.
“Yes.” I replied, wondering what it was.
“A good morning kiss!” Steve replied. “We have not had one yet today!” He added.
I smiled broadly and moved right up to Steve. I then wrapped my arms around his neck and Steve stooped so our lips could meet. We shared a tender gentle good morning kiss.
“That’s much better!” Steve stated smiling.
I giggled and smiling broadly myself I stared to pour cereal into our bowls.
Steve and I had finished our cereal and were almost through our toast when we heard Steve’s parents moving about on the landing before we heard them come downstairs and enter the kitchen in their dressing gowns. If Steve and I had started to play with each other, the odds are we would have been caught!
“Afternoon!” Steve greeted his parents with.
“Evening!” I added, getting in on the general insults.
“Morning.” Steve’s mum simply replied smiling warmly.
“Morning little ones who are pushing their luck if they want their new computers today!” Steve’s dad replied. If it were not for the broad smile on his face it could have been taken as a serious threat!
“Don’t be a meanie!” Steve’s mum gently scolded her husband. “We have got the pair of them with comments all week, so it would only be a matter of time until it was their turn again.” She added as she squeezed her husband’s hand.
Steve’s dad wrapped his arms around his wife and started to feed them into her dressing gown.
“Not when we have very impressionable children present!” Steve’s mum stated implying me. Even as she said this she was smiling broadly.
With great reluctance Steve’s dad withdrew his hands.
“You can do that one later on!” Steve’s mum promised, giving Steve’s dad a devilish smile at the same time.
“I’m going to be sick!” Steve announced with sarcasm. This got his parents attention.
“Can’t even express love in the kitchen!” Steve’s mum moaned with loads of sarcasm. I was now ready to burst into laughter here with all the teasing that was going on.
“Go on sweetie.” Steve’s mum told me. “We can all tell what you want to do.” She added.
I burst out laughing. I was holding my sides, and really had trouble not falling off of my chair I was laughing so hard.
“Now that makes the day sound so much better.” Steve’s mum stated. “The sound of happy children.” She added, as much to herself as to the rest of us.
“Anyone want a drink?” Steve’s dad asked as he started to fill the kettle.
While Steve’s dad started to prepare everyone’s requested drinks, Steve’s mum got their breakfasts ready. This morning that would be toast and a fruit salad made with banana, apple, grapes, raisins, apricots and melon. As I watched Steve’s mum prepare the fruit salads I could not believe how good it looked.
“Would you like some sweetie?” Steve’s mum asked as she could see me practically salivating as I watched her.
“Please.” I replied. Even though I had already had some cereal and toast I was willing to give it a go.
“Steve?” Steve’s mum asked.
“Why not?” Steve replied. “It looks good.” Steve added.
Soon all four of us were eating the fruit salads. I was right; it did taste as good as it looked. You had a different taste combination with every spoonful. I could get used to this!
Steve’s mum announced that today we would all have to go grocery shopping as we needed to refill all the cupboards as well as buy more fresh fruit and vegetables.
I resigned myself to walking around the local supermarket. At least with Steve with me it would not be too bad. We could easily keep each other entertained!
The phone started ringing.
As Steve’s parents were still eating Steve went into the hallway to answer the phone.
“Matthew, it’s your aunt Meredith.” Steve told me as he poked his head round the door and pointed to the cordless phone in the holder.
“Hello auntie.” I happily chirped into the phone after I had picked it up and hit the “talk” button.
“Hello my special nephew.” My aunt replied just as happily.
As Steve’s parents were still eating I walked into the living room to continue with the phone call.
My aunt had called to let me know my mum had got there safely. My aunt then had me in fits of giggles as she told me just how much my mum was driving my aunt mad with frustration. My mum had been so emotional and demanding that she had spent the night in one of the “residents” rooms as she was that determined to spend as much time as possible with Daniel. That was the tip of the iceberg!
I was so engrossed with chatting with my aunt that in order for Steve’s parents to tell me they were going shopping without me and leaving me and Steve here that they had to physically put their hand on my shoulder to get my attention.
I chatted with my aunt for a full two hours before we finally said goodbye to each other. We had spoken about everything and anything. To be honest I had no idea how much time had passed either.
“I thought women could chat!” Steve stated with sarcasm as I walked into the kitchen to replace the cordless phone in the charger. I had a lovely broad smile on my face.
“What do you mean?” I asked confused.
“You have been on the phone a little over two hours!” Steve announced.
“Nnnnnnnnnnnnnoooooooooooooooo!” I replied, not believing it could be that long.
I looked at the clock.
I was stunned to see the clock stated it was almost eleven am! I had been on the phone that long!
“Wow!” I simply said.
“I am glad you had a good chat with your aunt.” Steve said. There was no sarcasm in his comment. Steve meant what he had just said.
“I will have to thank you for sticking around bored while I chatted.” I replied.
“Sounds good to me.” Steve replied. “I have not been bored though.” He added. “I simply used the time to catch up with some emails and stuff.” Steve finished with.
“Do we have time for some fun?” I asked, glad that Steve had not been sitting about bored while I had chatted with my aunt. I had no idea how long it took Steve’s parents to do a big grocery shop so I needed to know it was safe for Steve and I to do sexual stuff and not have to worry about getting caught.
“Not just yet, but we will soon.” Steve replied.
I looked confused. What did Steve mean?
“Mum and dad will be back any moment with the shopping. While we put that away mum has several other things she wants to do in town, so we will have the time then if we do not go with them.” Steve informed me so I knew what he had meant by his last comment.
“Sounds cool to me.” I replied. “It will be nice to have some secret fun with you!” I added with a very devilish smirk on my face.
“My little brother wants to corrupt me again!” Steve replied with a big smirk on his face, the sarcasm rolling thick and fast.
“I thought it was your turn to corrupt me!” I replied, playing tit for tat. “I need my big brother to teach me the lessons I will need for life!” I added, the sarcasm pouring from both of us now.
“We will need a lot of time for all of those lessons!” Steve exclaimed at me. Steve was just about fit to burst into laughter by now, as was I.
“Just have to make space in your diary for me then!” I exclaimed back sticking my tongue out as well.
“I will have to smack your bum for sticking your tongue out at your teacher!” Steve replied. This was becoming a very fun game!
“Got to catch me first!” I replied as I dashed out of the kitchen.
Moments later I could hear Steve running behind me up the stairs. I ran into “our” bedroom and around the beds. Steve tried to grab me as we circled the beds, missed and ended up in a heap on the floor. I left the bedroom laughing and charged downstairs. Steve was soon in hot pursuit again as I could hear him thundering down the stairs behind me as I darted through the kitchen on my way to the garden.
Steve carried on the chase around the garden. I ran around the shed, the pool, the washing line pole and the pool filtering equipment, basically anything to force Steve to go around the same obstacle so he could not grab me! This continued until I finally ran out of breath and started to slow down. Steve was slowing down as well, just not as fast as I was.
Steve wrapped his arms around me and we both collapsed onto the grass panting wildly.
“Gotcha!” Steve panted.
We did not move for a couple of minutes as we attempted to catch our breath.
“You are not easy to catch you know!” Steve finally managed to tell me. “You really have recovered quite well compared to when you first arrived here.” He remarked, both of us still panting.
“You are welcome!” I panted in response. I could not think of anything else to say.
We lay panting a bit longer.
“Do I get my spanking now, or later?” I then asked.
“Pardon?” Steve replied. He had forgotten the reason for the chase!
I started to laugh. Steve joined me. This had become such a fun day.
“I don’t have the heart to spank you now.” Steve announced. “You have made my day so much fun already I don’t want to change that.” Steve added.
“Can you give me a gentle spanking while we have our naughty fun then?” I enquired. “You did promise me a smacked bottom and you have never broken a promise to me yet.” I added, really adding the sarcasm as I did so.
“You have such a dirty mind for an eleven year old!” Steve replied. “At this rate I think you will be teaching me!” He added, loads of sarcasm in the tone of Steve’s voice. “Of course I will turn your butt cheeks a nice shade of red if that is what you want.” Steve then finished with, the tone of his voice still laden with sarcasm, but nowhere near as much as before.
“Thank you.” I replied as I managed to roll over within Steve’s grasp to face him.
“Here is something to keep you entertained until then!” Steve then announced.
Steve quickly grabbed at my t-shirt and pulled it up over my face. As my hands moved up to attempt to pull my t-shirt back down again I felt Steve’s mouth attach itself to my belly.
I wanted to shout “no” but it was already too late! The next moment Steve let loose with a massive raspberry on my tummy that had me laughing and screaming in equal measure. A second and a third raspberry followed. I desperately wanted to flee, but Steve’s body was pinning my legs down and his arms still had my t-shirt over my head so I could not move as my hands were occupied with trying to get my t-shirt back down over my head, or trying to get Steve’s mouth off of my tummy! I did not have the strength to do either!
Suddenly I heard Steve squeal and all the weight came off of my body. Before I had managed to sit up and pull my t-shirt down so I could see I heard a raspberry being blown and Steve squealing and laughing and screaming. What was going on?
I pulled my t-shirt down to see Steve being pinned down by his dad, his mum blowing raspberries on his tummy and then tickling him! Steve was powerless to do anything. Even though Steve was strong he was no match for his dad!
I burst out laughing!
“Your turn sweetie.” Steve’s mum invited me as she gently patted Steve’s tummy.
“Oh no!” Steve exclaimed as I came over, Steve really trying to struggle free as he knew how light my touch was.
I knelt down over Steve’s muscular tummy, licked my lips so they were nice and wet took a deep breath, clamped my mouth over Steve’s belly button and blew!
A big deep powerful raspberry rippled out over Steve’s tummy as he burst out laughing and screaming as I blew! I followed with a second and a third before I decided it was time to really make Steve squirm!
I straddled Steve’s waist and made a show of flexing my fingers.
“Oh no, please don’t, please, no!” Steve pleaded with me. You could see the expression of worry on Steve’s face. Both of Steve’s parents were highly amused and confused at the same time. Their confusion would disappear in a couple of seconds.
I grabbed at Steve’s lower ribs and started to tickle!
Steve burst out laughing, harder than he had done all day as I lightly tickled his ribs with a vengeance. Both of Steve’s parents struggled to hold Steve still as he desperately thrashed and squirmed to escape as he laughed, screamed, and pleaded for the delightful torture to end. This time it was me having none of it.
When I stopped tickling Steve’s ribs I moved up to his armpits and tickled them with wild abandon. I then tickled Steve’s neck before I jumped off of Steve and started to tickle his bare feet. Steve was laughing and screaming and pleading throughout as I really went to town tickling just about everywhere I knew he was ticklish. Steve was sweating from head to toe by now!
I gave Steve’s ribs a final little tickle before I blew another raspberry on his tummy. I then collapsed back onto the grass next to a panting, sweating, spent Steve.
Steve’s parents released their grips on Steve and all four of us sat or lay on the grass to get our breath back.
“That was so unfair!” Steve stated as soon as he had the energy. “Pinning me down so Matthew could half kill me!” Steve added, still panting.
“Never mind sunshine.” Steve’s mum started. “We had no idea Matthew had such a light touch when it came to tickling.” Steve’s mum added, honestly enough.
“You do now!” Steve replied, finally able to sit up, the sweat still plainly evident all over his forehead, chest and tummy.
“Yes!” Steve’s dad replied, his tone one of deep thought. “A very useful weapon that.” He added. “Can have Matthew here tickle you if you are naughty!” He added, just to see the expression on Steve’s face.
The trick worked. Steve’s face changed to one of shock and terror.
I burst out laughing, as did Steve’s parents. Steve finally followed as soon as he realised it was a joke to see his reaction.
“Okay.” Steve’s mum said as soon as we had all stopped laughing. “I am going to leave you two boys to put the shopping away while we do the other things we need to do in town.” She stated, just as Steve had said she would earlier. “Don’t snack as I will do us a late lunch when we get back.” Steve’s mum then requested.
We all got up off of the grass and headed back into the house. In the kitchen there were numerous bags of shopping on the table to be put away.
“Back soon.” Steve’s mum said to Steve and I.
“Bye.” Steve and I replied in unison as Steve’s parents left.
“Do the shopping first, or fun first?” I asked Steve.
“Shopping first.” Steve replied. “If my parents get back quicker than expected we will have time to dress if we are upstairs.” Steve added. “We will get a telling off if this lot is still on the table when my parents return, especially as there is chilled and frozen stuff here as well.” Steve continued with as he quickly scanned the contents of the bags. “I still need a little more recovery time from that ambush in the garden as well.” Steve finished with.
“Okay.” I replied. It all made sense to me. I could see that Steve was still breathing heavily from the ambush.
Steve and I spent the next five minutes putting all the shopping away. I had the job of getting everything out of the bags and onto the table so Steve could put them all away wherever they belonged. I had no idea where most things went so it would have taken ages doing this the other way around.
As we got down to the last few bags, Steve got a cloth wet with hot water and put it on the table. I knew what this meant, wipe the table over as soon as it was clear. I wiped the table thoroughly as Steve put the last few bits away and bundled all the bags together to be used again for whatever. Steve and I both dried the table with some cloths and we were done.
“Time for some fun if you would like.” Steve told me.
“Oh, I would like!” I said, the tone of my voice very saucy!
With that, Steve picked me up to take me upstairs.
As soon as we entered the bedroom I threw my clothes off and proceeded to pull off Steve’s tracksuit bottoms as he removed his t-shirt. Within thirty seconds we were both naked. We were both rock hard as well.
“So what lesson for life are you going to teach me?” I asked Steve as I bounced up and down on the bed, my boy erection bouncing up and down with me for all to see.
“Well, I thought I would give you the lesson I should have given you the first time you paid a visit here.” Steve replied.
This got me so interested I stopped bouncing on the bed.
“Oh?” I said, the tone of my voice letting Steve know just how much he had got my attention.
Steve sat down on the bed, leant back against the headboard and patted the space between his legs as an indication I was to sit there.
“Face away from me.” Steve told me as I moved to sit between his legs.
Steve had pulled his big hard cock up against his stomach as I sat down between his legs and leant back gently against him. Steve then wrapped his arms around me.
“This is so nice.” I purred into Steve’s ear.
“It is.” Steve simply replied.
“So what is my lesson?” I asked, still intrigued beyond all my expectations.
“I think today I will teach you several ways to pleasure yourself, which is what I should have taught you first instead of teaching you the joys of getting pleasure from other people.” Steve told me.
“But I like getting pleasure from other people!” I replied quickly. “Why would I want to pleasure myself instead?” I added with innocence.
“But who will pleasure you when we are both back at school and cannot be together every day?” Steve asked so I knew why he wanted to teach me how to pleasure myself.
There was a pause as I tried to think of an answer to this question. There was of course no answer I could give. There was no way either of my parents would pleasure me (as if I would even ask them!) and most of my friends would probably freak or run away screaming if the subject matter was brought up.
“Bugger!” I exclaimed as I realised that when we returned to school, if I was to get horny I WOULD have to pleasure myself to relieve the frustration.
“You could not think of anyone who could pleasure you?” Steve asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“No.” I replied bitterly. “I would have to make myself happy if we cannot spend the time together.” I added. “This is a lesson I will need to learn!” I exclaimed.
“No worries.” Steve replied. “All men have to learn this, whether it is with a friend, a family member or alone.” Steve told me. “It is always better to learn with somebody else there with you though.” Steve added.
“Who taught you Steve?” I asked interested.
“All of my brothers.” Steve told me without any hint of shame in his voice. “Everyone has a different way of achieving the end result.” Steve added.
“Sounds cool.” I replied.
“It was quite cool.” Steve replied, remembering the time spent with his various brothers discussing the subject. “I am just lucky that I have lots of brothers who I can approach about anything.” Steve added. “I am sure they will do the same for you if you asked them.” Steve finished with.
“You think?” I asked, surprised that the whole family would accept me so openly.
“I know.” Steve replied. “When you meet all my brothers you will get an idea just how close and playful we all still are.” Steve added.
“Cool.” I replied. Meeting all of Steve’s brothers sounded like lots of fun now.
“Okay.” Steve said. “Let’s get back to the lesson for life.” Steve added returning to the reason we were sitting on his bed naked with rock hard erections.
“Please.” I replied, my excitement barely containable.
Steve gently wrapped his right hand around mine and then wrapped both our hands around my boy erection.
“Grip your cock snugly but gently.” Steve told me.
I did as Steve asked and felt the snug warmth in my hand, and a lot of snug warmth in my erection.
“Nice!” I purred.
“When your cock gets a bit bigger you will be able to wank it like that as well.” Steve purred in my ear in response.
“Is it good?” I asked.
“Very good if you want a long slow wank.” Steve replied. “I have done it that way several times when watching a sexy film.” Steve added purring as he replied.
Steve went on to show me several different ways of holding my cock. He then went on to showing me different ways of pleasuring myself with my ball sac, from cupping it and gently tickling to stroking and rubbing. Steve then offered to show me how to stimulate my prostate.
“Where is that?” I asked, as I had never heard of that part of my body.
“Inside you, along your anal canal.” Steve replied innocently.
“So how would you stimulate it?” I replied, not really putting two and two together.
“By putting a finger up inside you.” Steve replied innocently.
Alarm bells went off inside my head!
I shook my head.
“No way!” I replied, suddenly getting a little upset as well.
“Okay.” Steve simply replied. “When and if you are ever ready we can do that one.” Steve added so I knew there was no pressure.
There was a short pause while we both put that minor incident behind us.
“Would you like to wank to orgasm?” Steve then asked me.
“Yes.” I lisped back. We had both been totally hard for well over half an hour and I was feeling really horny by now having tried wanking for a short time using all the different grips and ways of touching myself Steve had shown me.
“Turn around then and we can watch each other as we wank.” Steve lisped back.
With some reluctance I pulled myself away from Steve’s embrace (and hard cock rubbing my back) and turned around to face him. Steve’s face was as flushed as mine was.
“And I thought I was the only one who was horny and feeling hot!” I exclaimed at Steve.
“Never!” Steve replied, loads of sarcasm in his voice. “You don’t honestly think I could not get hot and flustered with my little brother showing me his crown jewels and giving me such a nice show!” Steve added.
I blushed at the praise.
“Did you enjoy the show?” I asked, lots of sarcasm in my voice now.
“Oh yes.” Steve replied. “Hopefully I get to see the shows climax!” Steve added. The double meaning of what he had said was not lost on me either.
“You are hoping for a big climax then?” I asked, the sarcasm really flowing now.
“Oh yes!” Steve replied lisping. He was so excited his cock was pulsing in time to his heartbeat.
I wrapped my thumb and first two fingers around my cock as Steve wrapped his right hand around his swollen rock hard erection.
“Let’s bring this show to its explosive climax then!” I exclaimed, almost shaking with the excitement.
Steve grinned at me and slowly started to wank his big tool.
We both watched each other as we slowly wanked. For Steve this was a big big thrill as he got to watch me trying a couple of different grips on my erection until I found the one I liked the most. As well as this I was also tickling my little nut sac. This was driving Steve as wild as it was driving me.
“I am getting close!” Steve lisped at me. “Where do you want the mess?” Steve then asked me, wondering if I would like to be coated in Steve’s cum, or whether I would prefer it all over him.
“In my mouth!” I replied, which took Steve by surprise a bit. “I want to have it as a thank you to you for everything you are doing for me.” I added.
“My pleasure.” Steve replied as he increased the pumping of his cock dramatically.
Knowing Steve would soon shoot a big load I slowed the wanking my own cock and bent down slightly so my mouth was only a few inches from the tip of Steve’s cock.
“I’m gonna!” Steve exclaimed.
Steve took in a deep breath as his hand froze. As soon as this happened I wrapped my open mouth around the swollen deep purple head of Steve’s cock. The next moment I could feel the cum jetting out of Steve’s cock and into my mouth.
Steve whimpered in pure bliss as he felt his orgasm fill his body with joy. His cock filled my mouth with seven big jets of sweet thick juicy cum as Steve did indeed blow a big load straight into my mouth. I whimpered myself, as I tasted Steve’s thick cum sloshing around in my mouth.
As Steve’s orgasm slowly started to subside Steve wanked his cock slowly to milk the last of the cum into my waiting mouth.
“Your mouth feels so so good there.” Steve told me panting.
I did not say anything as I was still taking in cum, but licked the head of Steve’s cock a few times as a response. Every lick brought a gasp from Steve as he was very sensitive at the moment. Steve then moaned with a massive amount of lust.
As Steve’s cock started to go soft he squeezed the last of the cum out of his cock into my mouth. Steve then gently grabbed my head and planted his lips over mine. We exchanged a passionate kiss.
Steve stuck his tongue out. As soon as I felt it on my teeth I opened my mouth and we started to trade spit and cum. This was getting very intense and made me increase the speed I was wanking my own cock. I could feel the pressure building in my balls very quickly and desperately wanted to orgasm as I shared this kiss with Steve. My wish would be granted.
As my orgasm took hold I shrieked into Steve’s mouth. Knowing what was happening Steve grabbed me around my chest with one arm, his other hand grabbed my head, so that even if my body went limp I would not collapse from Steve as he was now holding me firm.
I whimpered several times into Steve’s mouth as my orgasm took control, my whole body tensing in time to the pulses deep within my groin. All the while I was trading spit and cum with Steve. This was wonderfully intense and fun!
Finally I started to come down from my high and we broke the kiss.
“Good?” Steve asked a little out of breath, a big broad smile on his face.
“Excellent!” I replied panting, a smile just as large on my face.
There was a short pause as we caught our breath.
“It is not as good as someone else pleasuring you though.” I observed.
“True.” Steve replied thoughtfully. “When you are on your own though it is the best way to relieve the frustration.” He added.
I leant forward and embraced Steve.
“I will just have to find as many reasons as possible to spend time with you then so I do not get too frustrated!” I exclaimed, purring into Steve’s ear.
Steve chuckled.
“I would like that.” He replied.
“I hoped you would say that.” I replied. I could just imagine the fun possible with Steve when his parents were not around and quickly got hard again.
“Are you happy, or have you reloaded your gun already?” Steve asked me with loads of sarcasm as he could feel my erection poking him in the tummy.
“Both!” I replied chuckling. “Would you do me the honour of firing my gun this time?” I asked, the sarcasm flowing just as much as the love I felt at the moment.
Steve chuckled loudly.
“It will be my pleasure.” Steve replied smiling so broadly I swear his jaw was getting bigger. “Turn around my loaded stud!” Steve added, the sarcasm and love flowing thick and fast.
I turned around within Steve’s legs so my back was now once again resting on Steve’s stomach and chest. Steve wrapped his arms around me and gave me a short hug that had me purring with contentment. Steve’s right hand moved down to my groin and I felt Steve’s thumb and first two fingers gently grip my still hard cock.
“Tell me if I am being too rough.” Steve whispered into my ear.
“I promise.” I purred back.
Steve started a slow wanking motion on my reasonably sensitive, rock hard boy erection. Steve managed to guess very well how hard to grip because even though it was a bit rougher than my last wank it was not hurting me. In fact it felt very nice to have the extra stimulation and feeling.
Steve steadily increased the pace of his wanking and within five minutes I was whimpering non stop every time I breathed out. I was also trying to hump into Steve’s hand. I had lost control of my body, which was now doing whatever it wanted to, to maximise the pleasure I was getting from Steve.
“I’m!” I managed to blurt out between whimpers as I felt the pressure in my little nut sac reach critical mass. A couple of moments later I hit my second orgasm in fifteen minutes.
I shrieked out in joy as I felt my whole body go stiff. I sat shaking from head to toe as my second orgasm literally ripped through my body. My second orgasm lasted a lot longer than the first one as well as Steve knew how to manipulate my cock to keep me stimulated longer than I knew myself. It was so wonderfully intense.
As the pulses from my cock started to get further and further apart Steve slowed down his wanking motions on my cock and started to gently release the grip he had on my cock as well. I was literally panting and shaking as I sat there, well and truly spent.
“Good?” Steve asked me a couple of minutes later, the sarcasm still rolling very thick and fast.
“The best!” I simply replied panting, no sarcasm or anything. It was time to be genuine now.
It was at this point that I could feel Steve’s erection on my lower back.
“Your turn now.” I stated as I looked up into Steve’s eyes.
“You are in no condition to do anything!” Steve accurately stated.
“Face fuck me!” I offered, well instructed really with the tone I was using.
“Sure?” Steve asked, always giving me the chance to be sure.
“Positive.” I replied. “Now get up so I can flop down on the pillows!” I ordered smiling broadly but still out of breath.
I sat forward a bit and Steve lifted himself up onto his feet. I flopped down onto the pillows, grabbed one, folded it and used it to prop my head up. While I did this Steve turned around, his massive erection now only a few inches from my mouth.
I licked my lips so they were nice and moist and opened my mouth.
“Not too deep.” I reminded Steve as he straddled my chest.
“As I enter the first time tap my tummy when I am in as deep as you want me to go.” Steve stated.
I nodded my head and Steve’s hot cock entered my mouth. The bell end of Steve’s cock went past my teeth and I wrapped my lips around Steve’s cock in a gentle grip as Steve slowly fed more of his cock into my mouth.
I think about an inch and a half beyond the bell end was in my mouth when I tapped Steve’s tummy.
“Cool.” Steve purred to me. He then withdrew his cock until his bell end just tapped the insides of my teeth before he pushed back in.
I had started to lick and suck on Steve’s cock as much as I could by now. Steve obviously liked the stimulation as he was very soon whimpering and panting and slurring whatever he wanted to say he was so out of it.
Steve set a nice steady pace. I was really enjoying this and was so grateful Steve was such a considerate lover. I do not know how he managed it but he did not make me choke or gag once!
I could not tell you how much time had passed before Steve announced that he was just about ready to cum, and to tap him if I did not want it in my mouth. I did not tap Steve to say no. I wanted this. Steve just started to whimper even louder.
When Steve hit his orgasm he simply froze, whimpered VERY loudly once and then simply panted as if he had run a marathon as he filled my mouth with cum for a second time.
There was nowhere near as much cum as the earlier orgasm, but for Steve it was much more intense. As soon as Steve started to come down from the high of his orgasm and his cock had gone soft enough for me to squeeze the last of the cum out Steve literally collapsed on top of me.
“Oooooooffffffffffffff!” I moaned as Steve’s weight pinned me down to the bed.
“Just one minute!” Steve requested. “Then I will roll over.” He panted.
“Okay!” I wheezed. I had forgotten just how heavy Steve was!
Steve did only lie on me for a minute so he could catch his breath a bit. As soon as he had done this he shuffled over on the bed so he was so snuggling me, one arm and one leg draped on top of me, with Steve’s mouth within an inch of my right cheek.
“Thank you.” I whispered to Steve.
“Thank you too.” Steve whispered back.
We lay like that for a good ten minutes as we got our breath back and recovered from the sex we had both just enjoyed.
“We are going to have to stop doing these double orgasms!” I whispered to Steve smiling. “They really wipe you out!” I added.
“You don’t look wiped out to me!” Steve replied. “You are hard again!” He added.
“Eh!” I replied, shocked at the revelation. I looked down the bed.
I was hard!
My cock was pointing at the ceiling!
“Would you like a round three?” Steve asked me, his voice as full of sarcasm as it was love.
“Thanks, but no.” I replied “Despite what my cock thinks I can feel that I am still too sensitive.” I added. “It really has got a mind of its own!” I finished with.
“Welcome to how your cock will behave for the rest of your life!” Steve told me, a big smirk on his handsome face.
We both laughed. I felt so happy.
“Time for a swim to see if we can get my cock to behave and cool off?” I asked Steve.
“Sounds good to me.” Steve replied. “There is one condition.” He added.
“What’s that?” I asked, even though I think I knew what the condition would be.
“I carry you.” Steve replied. My guess was right.
“Go for it my handsome hunk of a brother!” I replied with loads of sarcasm and love. I was smiling so broadly you must have been able to see most of my teeth!
Steve picked me up and both still naked, me still hard as well we headed out of the bedroom towards the garden and the lovely bliss that would be Steve’s swimming pool.
We were out in the lovely warmth of the garden a few moments later, the sun beaming down as much as we were beaming at each other. I felt so at peace and so loved I was sure nothing could spoil my day.
“Deep breath little brother.” Steve told me lovingly as we neared the pool.
We both took a deep breath. Literally two seconds later we were submerged in the pool. It felt so cooling it was wonderful.
“Bliss!” I exclaimed as soon as I had wiped the water from my eyes so I could see again. “I really enjoy all the time I am with you.” I then told Steve.
“I enjoy it just as much.” Steve told me. He was still smiling broadly.
Steve and I then spent a little time diving into the pool with Steve teaching me how to improve my diving into the pool. I was getting quite good now compared to the clumsy first attempt I had made a few weeks ago. I had a better posture, poise and hit the water making less than half the splash than that first dive had.
“You are going to be very accomplished by the end of the summer.” Steve stated as I did another dive into the lovely cool water.
“All thanks to you big brother.” I replied. I was so grateful that Steve never seemed to mind teaching me anything I wanted to learn. He really was just like a big brother to me. I also loved playing the role of being Steve’s little brother.
“You would have spoilt a real little brother completely, wouldn’t you?” I asked Steve as we floated in the pool near each other.
“I hope so.” Steve replied.
I looked at Steve a little confused.
“I had waited fifteen years for a little brother before you came along.” Steve started. “You were the one who was wonderful to me first, so it was easy to be wonderful back.” Steve continued. “I don’t know if it would have been the same if I had a little brother from when I was just a few years old, especially if he was a little brat.” Steve finished with so I knew exactly what he had been thinking.
“Then I am glad I stole your heart.” I replied being cheeky.
“But you gave me your heart in return.” Steve replied instantly.
This was so true. Steve was my everything at the moment. I just hoped I was what Steve wanted as well.
Steve grabbed my face and gave me a passionate kiss.
“Thank you for being here all the time, even if it is for the wrong reasons.” Steve told me as soon as we separated from the kiss.
“Thank you for being my everything!” I replied, my eyes filling with tears of joy as Steve and I shared a wonderful tight embrace. My world really was complete here.
After that nice hug Steve grabbed the inflatable loungers and we both enjoyed floating and feeling the sun at the same time. We both had wonderful suntans by now and were both a lovely bronze colour. I was going to look so wonderfully healthy when I went back to school that no one would remember the state I was in at the end of the last school year.
“Hello boys.” Steve’s mum called from the kitchen window.
“Hi.” We both called back in unison.
“Come on in for some lunch.” Steve’s mum called back.
We did not need inviting twice and both jumped into the water and from there dashed towards the house, wrapping towels around our waists as soon as we reached the conservatory.
Steve’s mum had brought a mixture of cakes home from town. As well as this she had brought some pate and chicken and made a mixture of chicken, pate, cheese and salmon sandwiches using crusty white bread. A mixed salad was also sitting there ready to be consumed.
Steve and I both looked at the food before us and our stomachs grumbled in unison.
“Feeling peckish are we my bottomless pits?” Steve’s mum asked with love and sarcasm in equal measure.
Steve and I both chuckled at our stomachs grumbling together and Steve’s mum’s comment that had followed and simply nodded our heads.
The four of us sat down and ate our fill. I asked Steve’s mum if she would get some of the crisps I had bought and she had hidden so we could have them with this lunch as well. Between the four of us we consumed three packs. They did complement lunch.
“How about you two little scamps have a quick shower before we head out to get your computers from Roy’s?” Steve’s dad announced. “I am sure you don’t want to be stinking of chlorine!” He added with a smirk.
With broad smiles on our faces Steve and I headed slowly upstairs to shower. Normally we would have bounded up the stairs but we both had full stomachs and really did not feel inclined to rush at the moment.
Steve and I enjoyed a quick “wash and rinse” shower together. As usual we washed each other. Once again it was not until we had finished drying ourselves that our erections finally went soft. I went into the guest room to get some clothes while Steve dressed himself in his bedroom. As it was a warm day I decided I would not wear any underwear and stayed “commando”. I was dressed in a t-shirt, tracksuit bottoms, and white gym socks. Steve looked identically dressed but was also wearing boxer shorts. Happily attired we headed back downstairs for the drive to Roy’s and the new computers we would be using as soon as they were set up and ready.
A thought suddenly crossed my mind.
“How am I going to pay for this computer?” I asked Steve and his parents when we got back to the kitchen. “I have little money here and I don’t have a blank cheque from my mum or dad.” I added.
“I am paying for them today.” Steve’s dad announced. “As soon as you know how much you will need you can sort it out with your dad tomorrow.” Steve’s dad added.
“Thank you.” I replied warmly.
“Everyone ready?” Steve’s dad asked.
Getting three “yes’s” Steve’s dad motioned towards the front door where everyone put on trainers or sandals. We were all soon in the car heading to Roy’s.
It did not take long to get to Roy’s and before I knew it we were all standing at the front door.
Mike answered the front door and after giving us all a very warm welcome showed us into the kitchen where six large and two small boxes were ready and waiting. The six large boxes were for the computer towers, screens and the printer/scanners. The two small boxes contained keyboards, mice, program disks; portable drives for doing backups and instruction manuals.
My eyes bulged a bit at everything I was getting. They bulged even more when Steve’s dad took a wad of fifty pound notes out of his pocket to pay Roy.
“Sort that out in a minute.” Roy insisted to Steve’s dad. “Please go through and make yourself comfortable while the boys have a quick look at everything and ask any questions they want.” Roy added.
Both of Steve’s parents headed towards the living room with Mike. This left Steve and I with Roy.
“Any questions?” Roy asked us both.
“Nope.” Steve replied.
“Nope.” I replied as well. “I am sure Steve will help me set up my computer as soon as I get back home.” I replied dropping a hint that was not subtle in any way, shape or form.
“Of course.” Steve replied.
It was at this point that we all heard people coming down the stairs. A few moments later the hairs rose on the back of my neck as I could tell the two girls were behind us.
“Hello boys!” They “chanted” in unison.
Steve sighed. He had already guessed that the girls were up to their usual tricks and had not heeded his warning from last week.
“Don’t even think about it!” Steve warned the two girls, the tone of his voice full of authority. I knew Steve was warning the girls off from me more than himself. They were not in the mood to listen this time. I was going to be teased this time round, they had decided on that one already.
Roy had already filled the kettle to make everyone cups of tea or coffee. At this moment the kettle clicked to state it had reached the boil. As soon as Roy turned his back to fill up the teapot it happened.
The two girls quickly stuck their hands down the back of my and Steve’s tracksuit bottoms. As Steve was wearing boxer shorts this was not really a problem for him. I, however was “commando” and so the hand went straight down my ass, the middle finger tracing straight down the middle of my ass crack.
I tensed up instantly, the colour started to drain out of my cheeks and I sucked in a big breath through my teeth.
Before Steve could yell, “stop” it happened.
The girls both squeezed our butts. For Steve this simply meant his butt got a squeeze. For me it was much worse. I felt a thumb and three fingers grip. I also suddenly felt a very nasty sharp stabbing pain coming from my ass crack.
My eyes were forced to close because of the excruciating pain.
Immediately an image appeared in my minds eye.
It was Daniel!
His face, contorted with rage filled my mind!
His fist was clenched!
He was inside me!
He was raping me again and was about to hit me, hard!
I could feel the sharp stabbing pain in my ass! He must be raping me!
I freaked!
I let out a blood-curdling scream and threw myself backwards to avoid Daniel’s fist!
My head connected with something hard that then gave way instantly!
I do not remember anything else until the next morning!
Mike tells this part of the story.
Steve, his parents and Matthew had arrived to pick up the computers that had been built for them. After I answered the front door to them all I took them through to the kitchen.
I was now in the living room with Steve’s parents. I was about to ask them what they wanted to drink when I got a text through. I quickly read it. It was nothing important and so I asked our guests what they would like to drink.
Before Steve’s parents could give their reply there was a terrifying scream from the direction of the kitchen. I have never heard a scream like it. It made all the hairs stand up on the back of my neck! It also made all three of us shudder.
The next moment there was the noise of a commotion in the kitchen.
Literally a couple of seconds pass by and then Matthew is suddenly at the entrance to the room. His face is as white as fresh snow!
Matthew quickly scans the room. He sees the big cabinet in the corner that houses our large TV and entertainment stuff and dashes towards it.
I try to stop Matthew by tackling him but he is much too fast and the next moment he had literally dived onto the top of the cabinet, slid along the surface and come crashing down behind the cabinet.
The TV and everything else in the cabinet all rapidly shift backwards as Matthew pulls every single cable and electrical lead as he falls and lands behind the cabinet. There is a loud bang as Matthew pulls all the electrical cords and fuses goodness knows how many of them. Matthew had now tripped the circuit breaker and knocked out the electricity to the whole house!
“Matthew!” Steve calls out in a panicked voice.
“In here dude!” I reply to Steve.
Steve enters the room looking visibly shaken and distressed. He sees me on the floor and now looks puzzled as well.
“Behind the cabinet.” I tell Steve.
Steve jumps up onto the arm of the armchair just by the TV cabinet and look over the top. When Steve steps back down his eyes are full of tears and he looks even more distressed.
Wondering what on earth could make Steve pull such a terrible face I quickly jump up onto the same chair and look over the top of the cabinet. I look down to see Matthew.
Matthew is on the floor with wires and cables wrapped all around him. His face is totally white, as are his hands that are wrapped around his legs and locked tight if the colour of his white knuckles is anything to go by. Matthew is also rocking forwards and backwards and is quite literally whimpering. The thing that really gets to me though is the fact that Matthew is shaking. He is shaking violently!
Now looking shell shocked myself I step down to see Steve is in a mad panic trying to work out how to help Matthew.
“We have to get him out of there.” Steve states, the tone of his voice showing the panic he feels. “How heavy is that cabinet?” Steve asks me.
“We would be able to pull it out between us, but it will still be a big struggle.” I tell Steve.
Steve wastes no time and moves to one side of the cabinet and takes a grip.
“Let’s go then!” Steve tells me with a lot of authority in his voice.
Steve’s dad and I join Steve. Between the three of us we manage to pull one side of the cabinet forward. We then all move to the other end of the cabinet and pull that forward. Once again we go back to the first side and all pull again. There is now just enough room for someone to squeeze inside and get Matthew.
Steve is about to start to squeeze through when his mum stops him.
“Talk to him first or he will freak out even more.” Steve’s mum tells her son.
“Matthew.” Steve calls out.
No response from Matthew. He is still white, still rocking forward and back, whimpering and shaking violently.
“Matthew!” Steve tries again, louder this time.
Again, no response from Matthew.
Steve’s mum puts her hand on Steve’s shoulder.
“Matthew honey.” Steve’s mum calls to Matthew.
“Mummy?” Matthew replies in a whimper. His eyes are totally glazed over so I doubt he can see whom he is talking to but the response is what we want.
“Yes honey, I am here.” Steve’s mum replies taking on the role of Matthew’s mum.
“Daddy?” Matthew asks, obviously wanting his dad as well.
“Right here son.” Steve’s dad replies, now taking on the role of Matthew’s dad.
“Where’s Daniel?” Matthew asks, totally terrified as he asks this question as his shaking gets even worse.
“He has been taken away son.” Steve’s dad tells Matthew.
I do not have a clue what all this is about and why Matthew is so terrified of Daniel. I will have to find out about this, as it seems to be the reason Matthew is having family problems.
“Where are you daddy?” Matthew asks, terrified and obviously wanting comfort.
“Right in front of you son.” Steve’s dad replies. All three of them are close to tears so they know something I don’t here.
“Come out from your hiding place and I will give you a big hug son.” Steve’s dad then tells Matthew. It seems as though Matthew has no idea where he is.
Steve and his mum move at this point so the only person Matthew will be able to see is Steve’s dad.
Matthew lifts his head up a bit and looks around. His vision must be less than brilliant as he has tears streaming down his face. He manages to work out he is surrounded on all sides except where Steve’s dad is waiting for him.
Without warning Matthew unlocks his hands from around his knees and dashes straight into the arms of Steve’s dad. Steve’s dad is literally bowled over by the force Matthew has as he runs into him. Steve’s dad doesn’t worry about that for the moment and simply wraps his arms around Matthew, who looks absolutely terrified and is still totally white, shaking and bewildered.
Steve’s dad slowly picks himself up and manoeuvres himself and Matthew onto the sofa where he sits down. This is the only way he can keep hold of Matthew who is shaking so violently he keeps threatening to simply slide off of Steve’s dad’s lap.
“Panic pills.” Steve’s dad asks. Now I am really determined to find out what has happened to poor Matthew. If he has got pills for panic attacks it must be something serious.
At this point my dad enters the room.
“What the…” My dad starts until he sees the state Matthew is in. My dad realises very quickly there is more to Steve and his folks taking on Matthew than we actually know.
“Let me explain later please Roy.” Steve’s dad requests as he desperately tries to keep hold of Matthew. This is no easy task as Matthew is still shaking very violently. It is actually quite distressing.
Steve’s mum gets a little pot out of her handbag. From this she tips out four pills, intending to give Matthew whatever the dose is.
Before either of Steve’s parents can stop him, Matthew has grabbed the hand of Steve’s mum and stuck all four pills into his mouth. He then swallows them!
“Crap!” Steve’s mum exclaims. She was not expecting Matthew to grab her hand.
“Will Matthew overdose?” Steve asks in near panic.
“He will, but nothing that will be dangerous or life threatening;” Steve’s mum replies. “He will just be really out of it for the rest of the day now!” She adds. “Might even do poor Matthew a favour!” She then states. This really makes me worry about the poor little guy still shaking on the lap of Steve’s dad. What on earth has happened to him to make him freak out like this?
Mum then walks into the room.
“Caroline needs to go to the hospital as her nose is busted pretty badly!” She states, clearly really annoyed. “I hope there…” Is as far as my mum gets.
I know my mum was going to finish with “is a damn good reason for what has happened” but looking at Matthew I think she knows there is.
“Pop around tomorrow morning and we will ask Matthew to let you know what happened;” Steve’s mum states. “We can’t tell you unless Matthew says it is fine first as it is very serious.” She adds so my mum knows she is not being mucked around.
“Can’t you ask today?” My mum asks in general curiosity.
“Not now;” Steve’s mum replies. There was something in the tone of Steve’s mum’s voice that seemed to state this was not a matter to be discussed.
My mum nods her head.
“I will stay, you and dad take the girls to the hospital.” I state. “I think Steve and his folks will leave as soon as Matthew has calmed down enough to travel.” I add.
Steve’s parents nod their heads.
My parents leave the room to start getting the girls ready for the trip to the hospital.
A couple of minutes later we notice Matthew is not shaking so badly. The pills Matthew swallowed must be starting to take effect.
A few moments later Matthew simply passes out and goes completely limp. This takes Steve’s dad by surprise as he has to suddenly support a lot more weight and he almost drops Matthew!
As Steve’s dad recovers and manoeuvres Matthew so they are both more comfortable I notice Steve’s face going white.
“Dad!” Steve exclaims, clearly very distraught. “There is blood on your leg where Matthew has been sitting on it!” Steve adds, clearly very distressed as well.
“Mike, a big towel please.” Steve’s dad asks.
I run upstairs and fetch one of my old beach towels. These are large but old so they are perfect for this. I bring one back downstairs and lay it on the floor.
Steve’s dad gently lays Matthew face down on the floor. He then pulls down Matthew’s tracksuit bottoms.
“Oh fuck!” Steve exclaims. “He came here commando!” He added. “No wonder he freaked when the girls played their joke!” Steve finished with.
“What did they do?” I asked, suddenly feeling deep rage that my sisters had caused this problem.
“They shoved their hands down the back of our tracksuit bottoms and gave our butts a squeeze!” Steve explained.
“That doesn’t explain the blood.” Steve’s mum stated.
“My sisters were getting ready to go out.” I replied. “They often wear false nails as they keep their own fingernails short for gymnastics.” I added.
“You don’t think?” Steve stated out loud. It suddenly dawned on us all Matthew might have a false nail wedged in his ass crack!
Steve quickly went out into the kitchen, where Caroline was still lying on the floor being prepared for the trip to hospital. Steve checked her hands. Sure enough one hand had five false nails on the fingertips. On the other hand there were only four nails. The middle finger had lost the false nail and the natural nail it had been glued to! Steve returned to the living room.
“Matthew HAS got a nail stuck in him!” Steve exclaimed. “No wonder he freaked, the pain must have been terrible.” Steve added.
“Have you got a first aid kit?” Steve’s mum asked me. I shook my head.
“Steve.” Steve’s dad quickly called to his son. Steve was then given some car keys.
“In the boot.” His dad told him.
Steve bolted out of the house to the jag. In a matter of a few moments Steve was back with a reasonably sized first aid box. From this his mum pulled out some tweezers, bandages, padding and tape.
Steve’s mum gently removed Matthew’s trainers and tracksuit bottoms completely so his legs could be spread wide open.
“Steve honey, I would like you to pull Matthew’s bum cheeks apart nice and slow please.” She asked her son.
Steve nodded his head, knelt down by Matthews now exposed bum and gently pulled his butt cheeks apart.
Steve’s mum could see what she was looking for. Sure enough you could see the very tip of a nail sticking out of Matthew’s ass crack! It all looked very sore!
Steve’s mum grabbed the nail with the tweezers. She then summoned her husband.
“Put your hand under Matthew’s tummy and give a gentle squeeze please.” She asked. “I want Matthew to pass wind if he has any or simply make the muscle flex.” She then asked.
As requested Steve’s dad put his hand underneath Matthew. He put his other hand on Matthews’s lower back and gave a firm but gentle squeeze.
I guess Matthew was in luck! He did have some air in him as he did indeed fart! As soon as he started to pass wind the muscle flexed and Steve’s mum pulled the nail out.
This was more than Steve could take. As soon as the nail was out he let go of Matthew’s butt cheeks and ran into the kitchen. A moment later we could hear Steve being sick! I have to admit Steve’s parents looked on the green side as well! I probably did look pretty ill, as I did feel queasy.
I was filled with loads of emotions at the moment. The overriding one was to murder my sisters! They had caused this problem and I was going to make sure they paid for it later!
While Steve was busy being sick in the kitchen, his parents quickly cleaned, padded out and then taped a dressing to Matthew’s ass crack.
“Poor, poor child!” Steve’s mum exclaimed, clearly upset as soon as she had finished.
“Mike, do you have a spare set of bottoms or anything we can dress Matthew with for the journey home?” Steve’s dad then asked.
“Sure.” I replied. “I will grab them as I get some stuff for myself!” I added.
This got me some confused looks from Steve’s parents. I would explain in a minute I was going home with them so I could help with Matthew. My sisters helped make this crisis happen, but I was going to help lessen the burden as much as I could.
As I returned downstairs I could see my parents in the living room. Both of my parents looked very unhappy as they were now examining the nail that had just been extracted from Matthew’s bottom. They both noticed the tracksuit bottoms I had brought down for Matthew and the fact I had packed a bag.
“You are going to play the willing helper?” My mum asked me. She knew me very well.
“Yep.” I replied.
“See you tomorrow morning then.” My mum responded. My parents then quickly said goodbye to Steve and his parents. Matthew was still lying unconscious on the living room floor, the dressing clearly visible in his ass crack.
My dad picked up Caroline. She was in no state to walk anywhere. As well as her busted nose she already had two black eyes! She would look a mess!
I entered the living room. Steve and his parents both noticed the fact that I had a bag with me as well.
“We could not possibly ask you to.” Steve’s mum stated.
“You are not asking, I am insisting.” I replied. “There is a lot I do not know about with regards to Matthew but I do know there is a good reason he reacted the way he did today.” I added. “I want to help out, as much with Steve as with Matthew!” I finished with.
Steve shot me a look of real surprise.
“This little guy means a lot to you, so I know you will not stop fretting unless someone you trust is keeping an eye on him while you are taking a break.” I replied.
Steve simply nodded his head. He knew I was right.
“You also need a break NOW!” I added. I knew Steve was very upset at the moment.
Once again Steve only nodded his head in response.
“Time to go home.” Steve’s dad stated as his wife had now dressed Matthew in my tracksuit bottoms.
“Give me two minutes to lock up and I will be ready.” I replied.
While I locked up the house Steve’s dad carried Matthew out to the jag. Matthew would be spread out across the back seat. Steve had got in the jag as well and had Matthew’s head on his lap.
Having locked up the rest of the house I returned to the living room. I quickly pulled every electrical plug out that belonged to the TV and all the stuff we kept in the entertainment cabinet and flicked the main trip switch in the fuse box. The electricity supply returned to the house. The mess of the electrics that went to the entertainment cabinet and all the appliances could wait until I returned home tomorrow.
I closed the windows in the living room, grabbed Matthew’s trainers, locked the front door and headed to the jag where three very distressed people were waiting for me.
“You know you don’t have to do this.” I was reminded as I entered the car.
“I know.” I replied as I lifted Matthew’s feet up so I could sit and then placed them down on my lap. “But this little guy means a lot to you so I want to help fix this mess he is now in because of my sisters.” I added.
After nodding his head with approval Steve’s dad gently pulled the jag out from where it was parked and started the drive back to their house. We were all subdued and Steve’s dad drove very carefully. Both Steve and I had a grip on Matthew but Steve’s dad was not taking any chances.
I noticed that for the whole journey that Steve was gently stroking Matthew’s face cheek and running his hand through Matthew’s hair.
I realised with great alarm that Steve was VERY attached to Matthew! Steve’s mum could see what was happening through the internal mirror. We locked eyes for a moment and she simply gave a quick barely noticeable nod. She knew Steve and Matthew were very attached to each other. That is why Steve’s parents were so distressed! They knew just how bad Steve was going to be until Matthew improved.
What has happened to bring all these things together? I would have to find out.
We soon arrived at Steve’s.
“I will carry Matthew in.” I stated as soon as the car had stopped.
Steve looked at me as if he was going to argue the point.
“Not the state you are in!” I said to Steve, gently but with a lot of authority.
Steve nodded his head, took Matthew’s trainers and my bag and helped me get a good grip on Matthew.
“Bloody hell, he is heavy!” I exclaimed as soon as I had picked Matthew up.
Much to my surprise Steve chuckled at this.
“You should get more exercise then!” Steve shot back at me.
I carried Matthew into the house, shucked off my trainers and then carried Matthew into the living room. I then gently lay Matthew on one of the plush sofas and covered him with a sheet that happened to be on top of the sofa.
“How long will Matthew sleep?” I asked.
“At least a couple of hours, he will be groggy for the rest of the day as well as he has taken double the dose he should have.” Steve’s mum replied.
I looked at Steve.
“Go away and work off that rage!” I told him point blank. “I will stay here and watch over Matthew.” I added.
Once again Steve looked as though he was going to argue the point. He thought it over for a moment and then looked at his parents. They both looked back at him and nodded their heads at him. They knew as well as I did that Steve was not in the right frame of mind to really help Matthew if he needed any help.
As soon as Steve had gone into the basement gym Steve’s mum entered the room with a small bell. This she put on a small table right beside Matthew.
“Come on into the kitchen and we will all have a cup of tea and talk.” Steve’s mum told me. “You need to know about Matthew and Steve.” She added.
I felt a little guilty about not being in the same room as Matthew. I was told that I was not to worry; Mathew would not come round for at least an hour.
As we all drank at least two cups of tea each Steve’s parents filled me in on the relationship Matthew and Steve had together. It surprised me immensely that Steve and Matthew were effectively behaving as if they were brothers and I was even more surprised to find out they were almost inseparable as well.
“They are that close?” I had to ask.
“Every morning Steve either carries Matthew down to breakfast or they are hand in hand or playing chase.” Steve’s mum replied with a wry smile.
I looked astonished.
“Every bedtime Matthew asks Steve to carry him to bed.” Steve’s dad added smiling himself.
“They are really that close?” I asked astonished.
“They live for each other and dote on each other completely.” Steve’s mum replied, completely serious with her response this time.
“I know Steve wanted a little brother, but this seems to be even more than that.” I replied.
“It is.” Steve’s parents replied together.
“I think if we told them they could not see each other again they would either defy us immediately or both kill themselves.” Steve’s dad added. “I think they would both happily die for each other as well.” He stated as his wife nodded her head in agreement.
I scratched my head. All this information was a lot to take in.
“Are you sure you still want to help out?” Steve’s mum asked me. Now I knew more of the full story this was a reasonable question.
“Yes.” I replied. “It is not going to be easy though as Steve must be very protective towards Matthew.” I added.
Steve’s parents both nodded their heads.
I then went into the living room to watch over Matthew while Steve’s parents went upstairs to change and went into the garden. I insisted they have a break and unwind as they both looked harassed at the way the day had gone.
I had been in the living room listening to some CD’s for a good half hour when Steve popped his head around the entrance to the room.
I had expected Steve to be a bit of a mess, but this was something else!
Steve was literally soaked with sweat! He was panting and breathing as fast as he could! His legs looked as if they may give out at any moment as well!
Now realising fully just how much Matthew meant to Steve I just shook my head and put it in my hands for a moment.
“Am… I… that… bad?” Steve asked as he panted.
I nodded my head. Steve was REALLY upset with what had happened to Matthew.
“Just go and shower.” I requested. “Matthew can’t see you like this.” I added. I wish I had not just seen Steve as I had.
Steve nodded his head and slowly headed upstairs.
This was a lot to take in for me. The last time Steve had been so messed up had been five years ago. I had been there for him then, along with many other people had for him and his family but this was different.
Was Steve in love with Matthew, and Matthew with him? Steve didn’t strike me as being gay. Matthew is younger than Steve as well. Steve wouldn’t, would he? He wouldn’t be grooming Matthew would he?
“No!” My mind screamed at me. “Now you are being silly.” I said to myself.
“He is very cute though sleeping there.” My mind then said to myself as I actually spent a few moments studying Matthew.
I could hear movement in the kitchen and pots and pans being moved around. I knew Steve’s folks would be getting some food ready. Despite everything that had happened today I found I was actually hungry. Well, Steve’s mum was also a wonderful cook! Every time I had eaten here I had really enjoyed it.
Steve soon returned looking presentable. He came and sat on the floor next to the sofa Matthew was sleeping on and tenderly took Matthew’s hand. What was the deal here?
“Steve?” I enquired.
“Yeah.” Steve replied, looking at me directly. I could see the distress in his piercing green eyes. I had to find out the full story here.
“What’s the deal with you and little dude here?” I asked. “Are you gay?” I added before I got too afraid to ask this very hard question.
Steve chuckled at my question. Steve then thought for a moment.
Steve must have thought it was important, because he got up off the floor and came over and sat next to me.
“No, I am not gay.” Steve stated, answering my second question first.
“It is not easy to explain, especially as I cannot tell you what brought Matthew here to live with us without his say so.” Steve added.
Before Steve could get any further we heard Matthew moving about. He then opened his eyes and looked at us through bleary eyes.
Matthew tried to get up but the effect of the overdose meant he simply keeled over and almost fell off the sofa.
“Need to wee!” Matthew exclaimed groggily as he tried without success to sit up again. He was well and truly out of it.
Steve and I both came over to Matthew and quickly loaded him into my arms. “Crap, this kid is heavy!” My mind said again as I quickly carried Matthew upstairs as Steve opened the bathroom door and lowered the toilet seat.
Steve quickly pulled down the tracksuit bottoms Matthew was wearing, chuckling as we suddenly remembered they were mine and much to big. I lowered Matthew onto the toilet seat.
Matthew opened his eyes again, worked out where he was and just let rip. He didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that both Steve and I happened to be there.
“Back in a sec.” Steve told me. Steve then headed to the guest bedroom and fetched a pair of tracksuit bottoms for Matthew that were his own and returned. By now Matthew had finished.
Visibly blushing Steve squeezed the last of the urine out from Matthew’s little cock and gave it a good wipe to make sure nothing was left. I wondered why Steve was being so through. Then I noticed it!
There is bruising!
It was hard to see with the suntan, but it was there!
Steve pulled my tracksuit bottoms off of Matthew and replaced them with his own. I then picked Matthew up again and carried him downstairs while Steve washed his hands and followed.
“You are heavy little dude!” I told the barely conscious Matthew as I carried him.
“Mike?” Matthew asked, still stuck in the deep drugged state he was in.
“Yep.” I replied.
“Steve?” Matthew asked, still groggy but concern showing on his voice.
“Washing his hands and then he will join us.” I replied.
“Okay.” Matthew replied.
I got Matthew back to the living room and instead of laying him down on the sofa I sat him on the sofa. This had the problem of lifting up Matthew’s t-shirt as I positioned him so he was comfortable yet still reasonably upright.
His ribs are bruised!
“What the fuck!” My mind screamed.
I have got to find out what happened to Matthew.
Steve returned and looked Matthew over.
“My bum hurts!” Matthew stated, still groggy but at least he was aware.
“That’s because of my sister.” I replied.
Matthew looked at me confused.
“She played a joke on you and scratched you with her nails by accident.” I replied, being honest but omitting anything potentially harmful.
“You have got some padding there just until the cream soaks in;” Steve added for me.
“Okay.” Matthew said. He was still out of it as he was swaying about as if he was drunk.
Steve gently pushed Matthew backwards so he was now leaning back on the sofa. At least now he would not fall off and hurt himself.
“Steve.” I started.
“Yeah.” Steve replied.
“I have seen the bruises, now what is going on?” I asked. I had to know.
Steve went pale.
“Matthew?” Steve then asked the drugged up child on the sofa.
“Yeah.” Matthew replied.
“Do you mind if I tell Mike what happened to you because of what happened at his place today?” Steve asked Matthew.
“What happened at his place?” Matthew asked confused. He obviously did not know.
“You had a full scale freak out.” Steve gently replied.
“No details, just the bare minimum.” Matthew replied before he passed out again with effect of the drugs he had taken.
Steve and I quickly moved Matthew about so that he was lying again. Steve then led me into the kitchen where his mum was cooking. Steve grabbed a box of tissues.
“What I am about to tell you cannot leave this room, ever!” Steve told me. “It is not nice, well very nasty, shocking and something Matthew will have to live with all his life.” Steve added. “So the fewer people who know the better.” Steve finished.
“It never leaves this room.” I solemnly vowed. I could tell Steve was being deadly serious and what I was about to hear was to be kept quiet.
“Matthew ended up here because he was beaten up and raped!” Steve told me.
My jaw dropped open in real shock.
“Matthew was beaten up and raped in his own home, in his own bedroom!” Steve continued.
I was well and truly dumbfounded. I was also going white as the colour drained from my cheeks!
“Matthew was beaten up and raped by his older brother who then left him for dead!” Steve finished with.
“What!” I exclaimed. This was simply too much for me to comprehend.
Steve nodded his head solemnly. He had tears rolling down his cheeks.
“You are not lying to me!” I exclaimed. “You are being totally serious!” I added, deeply shocked. I looked over at Steve’s mum.
She now had her hands on Steve’s shoulders, gently kneading them in a comforting way, but I could see the tears in her eyes as well as the tears running down Steve’s face.
“How?” I asked.
“But!” I added.
“Why?” I asked well and truly shocked to the core.
“None of us know Mike.” Steve’s dad replied from where he was now standing beside me. “His brother has no mental recollection of that day.” He added.
“But little dude is…” I started, still shocked to the core.
“A wonderful child.” Steve’s mum finished for me.
“Well, yeah.” I replied.
There was a momentary silence.
“This is so fucked up!” I exclaimed, taking some tissues, as I was getting very emotional.
“Yeah.” Steve replied. “It is.” He added.
“Poor little dude.” I responded as soon as I had blown my nose and wiped my eyes.
“The physical injuries we have been able to easily deal with. It has been the mental injuries we have not been able to help Matthew with.” Steve then told me.
Suddenly Matthew’s massive freak out made sense!
My face lit up in understanding and complete shock and terror.
“My sister’s prank!” I exclaimed.
Steve and his parents nodded their heads.
“Her nail going inside Matthew caused a flashback!” I exclaimed.
Again, three heads nodded.
“Oh crap!” I exclaimed, now remembering just how much Steve’s mum disapproves of bad language. “That little prank could send Matthew over the edge!” I added.
Both of Steve’s parents nodded their heads. Steve burst into tears!
“Come here sunshine.” Steve’s dad told his youngest son.
Steve jumped up and grabbed his dad and cried hysterically on his shoulder as his dad embraced him tightly yet tenderly.
I put my head in my hands and shook my head. This was all too much.
“How have you all dealt with all of this?” I asked.
“It has not been too bad.” Steve’s mum told me over the noise of Steve’s sobbing.
She went on to tell me that Matthew must have decided very early on that he was not going to allow what had happened to him to beat him. Matthew had relished Steve’s one on one attention to him, his joking about, his nurturing care and the fact that Steve had treated Matthew as if nothing had happened. As Matthew had quickly reclaimed his mobility as all the swelling had gone down he had been a near normal child. There had been some pretty dramatic mood swings but overall Matthew had spent more time laughing, smiling and screaming with joy than anything else.
“And now?” I asked, unsure what would happen next.
“Mentally, Matthew is screwed!” Steve blurted out before he returned to sobbing on his father’s shoulder.
I looked at Steve’s mum for guidance.
“We don’t think Matthew has dealt with the emotional side of his attack, only the physical.” She started. “After your sister’s prank we don’t know what he will do!” She added with real concern in her voice. “We are going to have to watch Matthew twenty four hours seven days a week for a while.” She finished.
“I will take the night shift!” I immediately stated. “That way at least you can all sleep at night knowing Matthew is being looked after.” I added. “And don’t try to refuse me!” I finished with authority in my voice.
Steve’s dad chuckled.
“Your offer is accepted on the condition you can retract it at any time.” He told me.
“Done.” I replied.
I took a deep breath.
“When will we know the damage?” I asked.
“Not until the effects of the pills have worn off, so tomorrow morning probably.” Steve’s mum stated. “That reminds me.” She added.
Steve’s mum went to a cabinet in the kitchen. She took out a few of the panic attack pills and put them in the little tub in case they would be needed somewhere else. She then moved all of Matthew’s pills and put them in another cabinet that Matthew would not be able to reach.
“He has enough of anything here to fatally overdose if he wanted to.” Steve’s mum stated as she closed the cabinet.
“I hope he won’t feel the need to do that.” I stated with feeling. Everyone nodded their head.
“Okay, enough with the doom and gloom.” Steve’s mum stated. “Everyone out of my kitchen while I cook.” She added.
Steve and I went back into the living room where Matthew was still asleep and out of it. Steve’s dad had stayed in the kitchen to make us both a drink. He soon entered with a pitcher of drink and three glasses, one with a straw.
I had to chuckle. Even though Matthew may be out for the rest of the day he was still having drinks fetched in for him.
Steve’s dad sat down and Steve gave his dad a look. I knew that look. It was a look that said, “I need to be reassured.”
“Come on my dear son.” Steve’s dad simply replied, his arms extended to offer a hug.
Steve sat on the sofa right next to his dad and let his dad hold him close. I think they both needed it, but Steve more than his dad.
We had not been sitting like that for long when Matthew came around again. He opened his eyes, looked around focusing slowly and moaned.
“Hello there little dude.” I said to Matthew as happily as I could. I was going to continue the pretence that had been used for a while now that nothing was wrong.
“Mike?” Matthew asked.
“Yeah.” I replied.
“Why do you have to have such bitches for sisters?” Matthew asked me point blank. Both Steve and his dad were shocked at his question, not to mention the language Matthew had used.
“Language!” Came the disembodied voice of Steve’s mum.
Matthew sat up.
“Sorry.” He called back.
Matthew then looked at me directly with his bloodshot eyes. He was livid!
“I wish I knew why my sisters were so unfeeling towards other people.” I honestly replied. “I will make sure they pay for this one little dude, don’t worry about that.” I then added looking directly at Matthew as I said it.
Matthew nodded his head. There was something wrong though, the look in his eyes told me that and it made me shudder.
“Can I go out into the garden and enjoy the sun?” Matthew asked.
“Sure.” Steve’s dad replied.
Matthew tried to get up but was still very unsteady on his feet. I grabbed Matthew and wrapped an arm around him to take some of his weight and keep him balanced.
“Lead the way.” I instructed.
I was hoping for a small smile but got nothing. Matthew was not happy!
Together we managed to get Matthew out to the garden and I helped him to one of the sun loungers.
“Can I please be left alone?” Matthew asked me.
“You sure little dude?” I had to ask, the concern in my voice obvious, even to the drugged up Matthew.
“Yep.” He replied. “I need to think alone just until we get called in to eat.” He replied.
I nodded my head and after giving Matthew the little bell in case he wanted anyone sooner returned indoors. I was worried!
I returned to the living room and Steve looked positively distraught.
“Matthew wants to think.” I told Steve. “He promised only until we get called in to eat.” I added.
“You must leave him be.” Steve’s dad told Steve gently, knowing he would probably try to go out and tend to Matthew.
We were soon called in to eat. I went into the garden and helped a very hot feeling Matthew back inside. After a good drink Matthew joined us all at the table.
Because of the pills Matthew had taken he was finding any sort of coordination very difficult. As Steve’s dad was sitting closest he ended up feeding Matthew, as Matthew simply could not make his body do as he wished.
“Do not worry little dude.” I quipped warmly. “Only until the pills wear off.” I added.
Matthew nodded his head but you could tell he was frustrated at the effect the pills still had on him.
We all ate and then retired to the living room. Try as much as possible Matthew could not get comfortable sitting normally and had to lie across a sofa instead. Steve and I happily sat on the floor as we all watched some TV. We were all subdued and were oddly quiet. While we watched TV Matthew kept on almost going to sleep. The overdose of the pills Matthew had taken earlier on today still taking their toll as the effects were taking a long time to wear off.
“I want to go to bed please.” Matthew announced. It was only just after nine!
“You sure?” Steve asked Matthew.
“Yep.” Matthew simply stated.
Steve went into the kitchen and got Matthew his pills for the night with a glass of milk.
“Do you want the sleeping pill as you are so groggy?” Steve asked Matthew.
“Yep.” Matthew replied. It was an emotionless response and I could tell it was concerning all of us.
Steve looked very concerned.
“It is okay sunshine, it won’t cause an overdose.” Steve’s mum told her son.
Matthew quickly took all his pills. He then insisted he went to the bathroom and bed alone tonight.
“You keep Mike entertained, I will be fine.” Matthew insisted before he left the room, still very unsteady on his feet.
We all heard Matthew moving about upstairs. We could tell by the noises that Matthew had ended up crawling so he would not bump into anything. We then all heard Matthew haul himself into bed, then quiet.
“Matthew didn’t say goodnight to anyone!” Steve exclaimed. He was more worried than offended by this.
Steve’s parents were deep in thought.
After a short pause Steve’s dad stated that Matthew probably has a lot on his mind and it was merely an oversight. Matthew had after all been “off” since he had woken from the panic attack pills.
A little after ten we were all startled by screaming noises coming from Steve’s room. All four of us dashed up the stairs to the bedroom to see Matthew sitting bolt upright, sweat on his forehead breathing frantically. Matthew’s eyes did not seem to be focused either.
“Matthew?” Steve asked, gently taking Matthew’s right hand.
“I want to see the shrink!” Matthew stated.
“We will call the counsellor to book an appointment on Monday, I promise.” Steve replied as he rubbed Matthew’s hand to calm him.
“Ring him now!” Matthew pleaded loudly, tears forming in his eyes again.
“But it is after ten at night on a Saturday.” Steve tried to explain as gently as possible.
“Ring him now!” Matthew again pleaded, this time frantic and clearly very distressed.
Steve looked at his dad.
“This is going to cost me a bottle of the good stuff!” Steve’s dad exclaimed. “I will go and call him.” He added as he left the room.
“My dad is going to make the call.” Steve told Matthew.
Matthew simply sat there looking intently at the bedroom door. It is as if he did not notice the three of us there with him!
“You are booked in at nine Monday morning.” Steve’s dad told Matthew as he entered the room.
Matthew simply went limp, his eyes closed and he flopped back down on the bed.
“Matthew!” Steve screamed in a blind panic in case Matthew had just had a stroke or heart attack or something similar.
Steve’s mum came over and took Matthew’s pulse and temperature.
“Normal.” She stated. “He just went back to sleep.” She added to Steve who was still frantic with worry.
“You are sure?” Steve asked.
“Yep.” His mum replied. “Matthew must have just had a very bad nightmare to wake up from the sleeping tablet.” She told Steve.
We all left the room to recover ourselves and to let Matthew settle. It had not escaped my attention that Matthew was still fully dressed.
Steve’s parents then tried to get Steve to sleep in the guest room so I could watch over Matthew for the night. Steve was not having any of it.
“I am going to use the inflatable and sleep on the floor tonight.” Steve insisted for the umpteenth time. “I will use the guest room tomorrow night onwards when Matthew is used to Mike being around and he knows Mike will be watching him and not me.” Steve added.
Steve’s parents relented. They did not have much choice really and we all had a bedtime drink. Steve’s dad had a double scotch on the rocks as well.
“I am going to have to go and get a bottle of the good stuff as a thank you for getting young Matthew that appointment and calling at this time of night.” Steve’s dad told us all.
“Okay honey.” Steve’s mum replied. That would mean her husband being away overnight soon if they did not have a bottle stashed away in the basement.
“Okay you two, no being heroes. If it is bad, call us!” Steve’s dad gently told us both as he motioned that it was time we all headed off to bed.
While Steve got his bed inflated I used the bathroom. We then swapped rooms and I stripped to my boxers while Steve used the bathroom. When Steve returned he stripped down to his boxers and made himself comfortable in his sleeping bag on the inflatable.
“Steve.” I gently called out.
“Yeah.” Steve replied.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yeah.” Steve replied. I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was not.
I sat up in bed and looked down at Steve on the inflatable on the floor.
“Steve, don’t fib.” I gently scolded him.
Steve looked up at me. I could see the tears in his eyes. I extended my arms.
“Come on.” I offered.
Steve got up as fast as he could and wrapped his arms around me and cried. I knew Steve was hurting as he really cared for little Matthew. He hated to see Matthew in the state he was in. I was right; I was not just going to be here for Matthew, I would be here for Steve just as much.
“You are a good friend.” Steve told as he started to calm down from his cry.
“As you have been for me.” I replied. I won’t forget what you did for me.” I added.
Steve recovered himself and gave me a quick embrace. He then settled himself back down on the inflatable in his sleeping bag and tried to settle himself to sleep.
I stayed sitting up and watched the two of them. Steve managed to settle to sleep, as his breathing grew even and rhythmic. Matthew was asleep as well but was not settled. He was moaning and fidgeting and tossing and turning.
Once I was sure Steve was sound asleep I allowed myself to settle down to sleep myself.
My sister’s prank had caused a great deal of trouble. Today was just the start. Tomorrow could be a lot worse!
I decided that my sisters were really going to pay this time! Enough was enough!
With 1,001 thoughts and emotions spinning through my head I settled down to sleep. I had discovered lots of things I could have done without knowing today and these were all playing on my mind.
I did settle to sleep but it took over an hour.