Don’t Push Your Luck

 

By Dave

 

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Disclaimer

The usual disclaimers apply. If you are underage, or are offended by the contents of this story, or cannot mentally handle the contents then leave now. I am not responsible for any problems you may encounter by reading this story. This story is entirely fictional, and any reference to real places, people, or locations is pure coincidence. Nothing depicted in this story has actually happened.

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.

This is my first attempt at a story like this and all constructive comments are welcome and should be emailed to: - davesstories@hotmail.com

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Part 21 – The First Weekend of The School Summer Holiday, Saturday

 

Please note this chapter has several incidents of swearing within.

As programmed the alarm clock went off at 8 am. This woke Steve instantly and he reached across and switched it off. I was still sound asleep because of the sleeping pill. Steve did not mind, as he liked a couple of minutes to wake up properly before he had to deal with anything.

Steve let himself wake up properly, got up and did everything he wanted to in the bathroom, fetched some clothes for me, all whilst I carried on sleeping. I had not even noticed the alarm clock, the sleeping pill had taken such effect.

“Poor little bugger!” Steve thought to himself, as he looked at me still asleep in bed after he returned. “So confused and full of worry,” his mind said to himself.

“Matthew.” Steve gently called as he shook me to get me to wake up.

“Uuuuuuuhhhhhhh!” was all Steve got out of me as he slowly dragged my conscious mind out of its very deep drug induced state of sleep.

“Time to get up sleepyhead!” Steve gently informed me as he continued to gently shake me so I could not return to sleep.

“Ten more minutes!” I moaned feeling very tired despite the fact I had slept soundly for over nine hours.

“You have had nearly half an hour while I have dressed, washed and fetched your clothes.” Steve gently informed me, “Now UP!” He demanded raising his voice a little and adding an air of authority at the same time.

There was no arguing now, and with great reluctance on my part I slowly sat up and forced my body to attempt to wake itself. One part of my body did awake fast. Unfortunately it was my bladder! It also instantly told me it was overdue an empty and before Steve’s eyes, my eyes suddenly bulged and I charged out of the bedroom to get to the bathroom. While I was in the bathroom I thought it a good idea to brush my teeth and wash etc to save another trip after I had got dressed.

Steve had a good laugh to himself while I was gone and was still smirking broadly when I returned, an air of calm showing itself very acutely on my face.

“Okay, I know!” I stated to Steve who was having a quiet giggle to himself.

I put on the clothes that had been lovingly brought in for me by Steve, and after a quick tickle fight (which not surprisingly I lost, but really did not mind that in the slightest) we were heading downstairs for a light breakfast.

Steve’s dad had already gone to his golf match, and as it was almost nine by now Steve’s mum was almost leaving as we arrived in the kitchen.

“Morning boys,” Steve’s mum happily chirped as we entered. We were then given a few instructions about not being too noisy, and not to snack as Steve’s mum would be back to do us lunch, and to be good. After agreeing to all of this we were both given a loving kiss on the cheek, and Steve’s mum was on her way to her friends.

“What would you like for breakfast?” Steve asked innocently expecting me to reply with the name of a breakfast cereal or a request for toast.

“You with a glass of milk!” I stated which took Steve by surprise.

“Sorry, I am not on the menu yet!” Steve replied after a moments thought. “I need stuffing with some breakfast before I am ready for consumption!” He then added smiling broadly at me as he said it. “What would you like as an alternative until I am ready for munching on?” Steve finished almost laughing out loud at his choice of words.

“Frosties please.” I replied between laughs. I had found Steve’s reply brilliantly funny and had not been able to stop myself laughing at it.

“Am I that good?” Steve asked knowing full well what I had found so funny.

“Oh yes,” I started, “And I know what part of you I really want to munch on the most!” I added which took Steve aback a bit.

“Ooooooooohhhhh, will I enjoy you munching on that part of my body?” Steve asked. He knew the answer but was enjoying the fact that I seemed so very happy this morning that I was being quite blatant and crude about what I wanted and had decided to indulge me, as we were alone in the house.

“Oh I certainly hope so!” I replied, “Thanks,” I added as Steve put my breakfast in front of me. “I am hoping that part of your body will weep and spurt with joy!” I added. This took Steve by surprise, as I had never really been that graphic before.

“Okay, enough with the crudeness, for now.” Steve insisted as we enjoyed our breakfast. “I am surprised at you though, you have always been so nice and polite, what has brought on this show of honest but crude intentions?” Steve asked.

I did not have an answer for this and merely shrugged my shoulders. I also had a mouthful of breakfast and did not want to shower Steve with it. I never thought that Steve would be shocked as it seemed he was about this, and made a mental note to remember that Steve still thought of me as a charming young lad who was always nice and polite, pretty much innocent, and that obviously endeared me to Steve. I also made a mental note that Steve enjoyed that polite, dare I say very innocent side of me, and to keep hold of it for as long as possible.

We soon finished breakfast, washed and wiped up all the breakfast dishes and cutlery, and even went round the downstairs of the house to open all the windows for fresh air as the day was rapidly warming. I was not too keen on doing this but it made me realise just how proud Steve was of the home he lived in. He was happy to tidy as he went, keep the house aired and do 101 little errands without thinking about it as a chore. I was slowly beginning to realise just how well Steve, his parents, and all his brothers would have got on and felt a pang in my heart as I suddenly realised just how fragile my home life was at the moment.

“Okay,” Steve started after all the windows had been opened to keep the house cool, “I am on the menu now!” He added, “Where would you like me to be served?” He finally asked.

“My bed, stretched out as if you are sunbathing naked please.” I genuinely asked, suddenly getting very excited, which instantly showed in my shorts. Steve of course noticed this and playfully grabbed at the bulge in my shorts and gave my hard little boy cock a playful but firm squeeze.

“Mmmmmmm!” I said without really realising it.

“You really are excited and feeling better aren’t you?” Steve asked me.

“Yes, much.” I replied. “Seeing me look like me again in that mirror was so wonderful it felt as if what had happened can be forgotten.” I added. “I am healing, I am getting better, and I am (at least physically) going to be fine soon.” I continued getting lost in my thoughts. “I just don’t know how I will sort out what is going on in my head.” I finally finished.

Steve knew something I didn’t here, but at least he wasn’t going to keep it from me.

“Then after we have had our fun there is something I need to have a chat with you about.” Steve started, and upon seeing a look of mild concern on my face. “Nothing to worry about, just something everyone would like you to think about, and I have been given the job of discussing it with you.” Steve finished. “Follow upstairs in one minute!” Steve then gently instructed, gave me a gentle kiss on the forehead and headed off to “our” bedroom.

To be honest I really didn’t want to wait that single minute. I knew it would be worth it, but still wanted to run upstairs right behind Steve. As soon as the minute was over I bolted up the stairs two at a time and ran into the bedroom I shared with Steve.

Steve was laying on the bed, stark bollock naked with his head propped up on his arms and a pillow.

“As per request!” Steve started. “What part of me do you want to feast on?” He then added with a big heavy load of sarcasm.

“All of you, but your big sausage the most!” I honestly replied, adding a big load of sarcasm of my own. I could not hide the big smile on my face, which Steve also had on his.

Steve was starting to get excited now and his flaccid cock pulsed a couple of times. Thankfully it did not get hard. I wanted to do that myself.

I quickly stripped all my own clothes off. My cock was standing at full mast and was pulsing visibly I was that excited.

“Steve?” I gently asked.

“Mmmmmm.” Steve simply replied.

“Can I tie you to the bed, then touch you all over and do what I want without you being able to do anything about it?” I enquired with a pleading look in my eyes.

Steve’s eyes bulged a bit, but there was also a spark in his eyes as he spent a moment thinking about my request.

“As long as I can do the same for you afterwards.” Was the reply from Steve.

“Done!” I squealed with pure joy.

Steve got up off the bed for a moment and went to his desk. He took out a small box that had a combination lock on, undid the lock and took a key out. Next Steve went to a box in the bottom of his wardrobe and using this key opened the box. Steve then pulled out a few restraints.

“Here we are!” Steve stated as he gave them to me. “Enjoy!” He added as he returned to the bed and lay down ready and waiting for me to restrain him.

With my hands shaking visibly I quickly secured Steve’s ankles to the bottom corners of the bed so his legs were spread. I then went to the top of the bed with the intention of doing the same to Steve’s wrists.

“You wont try to make this hard for me will you?” I asked with a little apprehension.

“No chance!” Steve exclaimed. “I know full well I am really going to enjoy this so I want to be properly bound so we can both have all the fun!” He added.

Smiling broadly I quickly tied Steve’s wrists to the top of his bed and then took a moment to look him over. It really was an awesome sight!

Steve’s wrists were strapped to the top of the bed. As my eyes slowly moved down the bed I took a moment to look at Steve’s powerful, but not overly muscular arms. Steve’s amazingly gorgeous face was nestled between his arms. His piercing green eyes were full of love and caring, and with his small ears, nose, and those amazing lips that begged to be kissed 24/7 he looked truly wonderful. Steve also had a big smile on his face, as he knew full well I was admiring his body, which he took as a compliment, (he had obviously had several lovers do the same and knew why). I carried on slowly passing by Steve’s nice tanned neck, past his armpits, which had a little blond fuzz in them that I had not noticed before (it was hard to see it was so light). Steve’s broad chest, which was slowly rising and lowering as he breathed, filled my vision, with those wonderful pecs and those nipples I could happily play with for ages. This led me onwards to Steve’s lovely abdomen which had just the right hint of a six pack, but which was also very tender. This carried me on towards Steve’s slim waist. There in the middle of it all was Steve’s flaccid cock. A full four and a half inches when soft, and over double that length when fully hard. I was going to have a lot of fun with that in a minute, I knew it, and so did Steve. Nestled below his cock was Steve’s ample ball sac, which would be another wonderful play toy for me in a minute. This whole area had a little hair, but with Steve’s all over body tan the blond hair was almost invisible, and also so soft and silky to the touch. My eyes slowly carried on further down to Steve’s powerful and reasonably muscular legs. Again the blond hair was very hard to notice in the right light as Steve had a wonderful tan. My gaze finally took me down to Steve’s shackled ankles and beyond that Steve’s tanned feet. As always Steve’s nails (fingers and toes) were as short as possible. I had come to learn since living as a patient and guest that Steve believed in looking after every aspect of his body, and this certainly did show. The whole sight really was wonderful. I really do struggle to properly describe Steve when he is naked, as I do not know the words to really express how wonderful a sight it is. I hope I am doing him justice with what I have just stated.

I don’t know how long I was ogling over Steve’s physical appearance, but I must have stalled for a little while as Steve decided to bring me back to reality.

“Where would you like to consume first?” Steve enquired. This question was laden with sarcasm.

“If I could, all of you!” I answered instantly blushing a very deep red. I had not realised just how long I had been looking Steve over.

Steve gave a hearty laugh at this. He knew how good his body looked. He spent time on making it look good, and was always open to being praised for his hard work.

Having been brought back to reality I then simply jumped full length onto the bed landing squarely on top of Steve. This managed to knock the air out of him (usually a very difficult task). Steve did not mind though. He knew I did not do it to hurt him in any way.

I quickly got myself comfy and looked into Steve’s eyes. They looked so full of love, care, and that sparkle that I loved that I just had to kiss him.

With Steve powerless to stop me I planted my lips on top of his and kissed him with such passion he was quite taken aback. Steve’s first urge was to wrap his arms around me to share this moment embracing me, and he tried to do just that. Of course, being shackled he could not. This caused some major irritation to Steve who whimpered in frustration, but simply had to submit to the fact that he could not embrace me as we carried on kissing passionately. Soon we were both whimpering into each others mouths as we enjoyed a wonderful exchange of the feelings we had for each other. It was a good five minutes before I broke off the kiss with both of us panting from our exertions.

“Steve?” I asked still panting.

“Yeah.” Was the simple response.

“I have to ask,” I started, “What did you and my brother actually do when you fooled around with each other?” I finished.

“You really want to know?” Steve asked with surprise.

“Yep, odd as that seems.” I replied.

Steve flashed a big smile across his face. “And what if I don’t want to tell you?” He asked almost laughing.

I knew Steve was having a laugh and joke and simply retorted “I will have to tickle you into submission!” And gave Steve’s ribs a gentle tickle just to show I was willing to tickle him.

“Do your worst then as I’m not saying anything!” Steve shot back at me. I knew he was simply playing around and decided to play as well.

The next instant Steve was screaming with laughter as I started tickling his ribs with a vengeance. Steve had forgotten that I had a very light touch when I wanted it, and was using it very well to really get Steve going. He was really struggling against the restraints that held him to the bed, but they held firm and he could do nothing but carry on laughing and screaming out for me to stop as I tickled him to the point of submission.

“Okay!” Steve screamed between laughs. “I submit!” he continued, “I submit!” he almost screamed, as I had not stopped tickling him.

I finally stopped tickling Steve and gave him a moment to collect himself.

Steve then told me that all he and my brother had done was play with each others cocks while they were both still fully dressed. They had got each other hard but it was obvious that Daniel was not happy about things. Steve did not know whether it was because Steve was so well endowed (my brother does not have a small cock, but is nowhere near the size of Steve’s) or whether Daniel simply did not like the thought of doing anything with someone of the same sex. After a couple of minutes they stopped and went on to doing something else. Steve had not mentioned the subject since to Daniel as other things had got in the way, and also did not want to push him as to what he did not like.

“Is that it?” I asked a little surprised. I was expecting at least nudity and possibly an orgasm, as I did not think of my brother as being that self conscious, especially with Steve who was as open minded as anything.

“Yep.” Steve simply answered.

“You are not trying to save my brother’s, or my feelings?” I asked still sceptical.

“Nope.” Steve simply replied again.

“But it took me longer to tickle you to submission, than the time it took you to tell me about the whole episode between you and my brother taking place.” I retorted, mildly put out at the effort it had taken for such a feeble story. “You will pay for that!” I then added and restarted my tickling assault on poor Steve who could do nothing about it.

“I will teach you to be such a tease!” I added as Steve laughed, screamed and begged me to stop again.

I carried on tickling Steve for a full ten minutes with him laughing, screaming and pleading non stop before I stopped, and then collapsed on top of him with us both puffing and panting wildly. Steve had a sheen of sweat covering his body from top to toe, he had tried (without success) to free himself from the restraints that much.

“That is the last time I tease you unless my arms and hands are free!” Steve stated between pants. “I thought you would never stop!” He slowly managed to add. “It was as if I was several years younger and my brothers were all giving me a tickle. I never stood a chance then either!” Steve finished still panting madly.

“Glad I could bring back happy memories!” I gently purred in Steve’s ear with a big smirk on my face.

Steve had a good laugh at that comment. To be honest it was a happy memory as Steve and his brothers had always had a very close loving relationship, and Steve missed the love and affection he and his brothers shared now they had all moved out or were away at university studying. That was part of the reason Steve was so happy all the time I was around. I was company for Steve as much as a playmate and lover. The fact I was younger was also a bonus for Steve, as he had always wanted a younger brother but never had the dream realised. He was the last child his parents had conceived.

“Now then,” I started, “Lets get back to doing what I wanted to do this morning.” I added and started to kiss Steve passionately again.

Steve returned my kiss and we traded each others mouths for a few minutes. I could feel Steve’s cock growing hard underneath me and moved it slightly so I did not hurt Steve by squashing it.

After this couple of minutes of passionate kissing I told Steve I was going to munch on everywhere else I wanted to and started to kiss all over his body. Steve was in heaven as I began my conquest of his body. Throughout all the kissing and licking I was also running my hands all over Steve’s body near to where I was kissing and licking to really get him going.

I started by kissing and licking all over Steve’s neck, taking special interest in his Adam’s apple, which Steve tried very hard not to move as I kissed and nibbled at it. Steve’s breathing was getting very rapid and deep as he was really enjoying all of this, and his cock was rock hard and looked as if it desperately wanted attention itself. It would be in for a long wait! After covering the whole of Steve’s neck in my saliva I slowly moved down and started on Steve’s chest. He was moaning out loud in pleasure now as I slowly covered every square inch of Steve’s chest in kisses and licks. I left his nipples till last and Steve really started to squirm as I nipped, licked, tweaked and kissed his very erect little nipples in turn. Steve’s eyes had glazed over he was getting that worked up and was that sexually excited. To be the one giving him all this pleasure was an absolute dream for me. I was finally able to say a big thank you for all the care and love Steve had given to me recently, and by the moans and gasps of pleasure it was being VERY well received. I slowly moved down to Steve’s stomach and enjoyed kissing and licking everywhere possible there. I left his belly button till last, and happily stuck my tongue inside and gave it a dam good licking. Steve gave out a very loud gasp as my tongue worked out his belly button and his breathing really speeded up. I knew Steve would enjoy what I was doing but he was really getting off on this. What happened next though surprised us both.

I was just about to stop licking Steve’s belly button when he suddenly gasped very loudly and froze. Next thing I knew I could feel Steve’s cock pulsing underneath me, and being spattered with his cum as Steve had an orgasm. I involuntarily sat up a bit and the rest of the cum ended up all over Steve’s chest and stomach as he panted and gasped out loud several times.

“Holy shit; that has never happened before!” Steve exclaimed panting, as he returned to reality and his mind started working again after the orgasm subsided. “Sorry!” He added seeing my cum covered neck and the generally bemused expression on my face.

“Am I that good?” I asked surprised that you could have an orgasm without touching your cock.

“Oh yes!” Steve exclaimed still not really able to believe it himself. “I have never felt so turned on as I have been this morning.” He added which really made me feel good.

“Want me to continue?” I asked aware Steve may be spent and not really want me to carry on.

“Oh PLEASE!” Steve replied really putting an emphasis on the please. “Do whatever you want to.” He continued. “As you can tell I am enjoying it!” he finished unable to hide the happiness he felt, as there was a big broad smile on his face.

“Okay then.” I started as I shuffled up the bed. “Lick your cum off my neck and I will carry on enjoying myself.” I added with a big broad grin on my own face now.

Steve obediently licked all his cum off of my neck. I left all the cum on his chest and tummy and shuffled and rubbed over it on purpose so we were both covered with it now.

As soon as Steve had cleaned my neck to my satisfaction (which took a little while as I was enjoying the sensations of feeling his soft silky tongue on my neck) I duly shuffled back down the bed. I then finished kissing just above Steve’s groin and then moved right down to the bottom of the bed. To my surprise Steve was already hard again and his cock was pulsing with the thrill of all the pleasure I was giving him.

I did not want to kiss at Steve’s feet but happily caressed them as I started kissing and licking at Steve’s shackled ankles and slowly worked my way up Steve’s powerful and wonderfully smooth legs. Even though there was some hair on his legs it was still very soft to the touch and I actually enjoyed the sensation of it on my tongue as I slowly edged my way closer and closer to Steve’s waist and his pulsing erection that was looking very angry with all the blood being pumped into it. You could tell it would not take much stimulation to make it spurt again.

Steve was continually panting and moaning and pulling against the restraints as I slowly moved up his legs leaving them wet from my tongue as I slowly advanced to my ultimate quarry. Steve’s genitals would be the last place I would pleasure as I intended to linger there as long as possible.

Steve was panting loudly as I eventually got to his groin. I slowly lapped around Steve’s ball sac and his hard pulsing cock allowing it to gently brush against my face. The heat coming off of Steve’s erection was amazing. I kissed slowly around Steve’s genitals savouring the tastes and hearing Steve moaning and panting as he was desperate for another orgasm but knew I would take my own sweet time, as had been agreed.

I decided both Steve and I had waited long enough and started lapping at Steve’s ball sac. Steve instantly took in a sharp intake of breath and panted and moaned all the louder as I slowly and gently covered every possible part of his ball sac with my tongue teasing Steve like mad as I drew him closer to orgasm, but thankfully kept him in suspense as I was going quite slowly. I was really enjoying myself, and I knew Steve was as well. I spent a good ten minutes slowly manipulating Steve’s ball sac with my tongue while my hands kept on rubbing the top of Steve’s smooth muscular thighs. Steve was continually squirming but could do nothing to stop me from enjoying myself and pleasuring him more than he knew how to deal with. Then came the best part for us both.

I came up from Steve’s ball sac and gently nipped at Steve’s cock. He gasped out loud at the sudden sensation from his cock. Again and again I gently nipped at his cock slowly moving up and down and all around the long wide shaft of Steve’s erection. Steve was whimpering madly as he was now desperate for the release an orgasm would give him, but was still out of his reach. He actually started pleading with me to give him the release he was totally desperate for. I was having none of it, and carried on enjoying myself nipping, nibbling, licking and kissing Steve’s cock nice and slowly as Steve pleaded ever more desperately as time went by. He was truly desperate for an orgasm and could do nothing about it. He was really pulling against the restraints again (to no avail) as he was that desperate.

I decided that I wanted Steve’s cock in my mouth as I wanted him to enjoy the feeling and knew he deserved the release he was truly desperate for. I knew it would not last long once I took Steve’s cock in my mouth but I really wanted his cum by now, and I was also getting desperate for an orgasm myself. I had been rubbing most of my body over Steve’s for a while now, and all the time I had been pleasuring Steve my own cock had been hard and had been rubbing all over Steve’s body as well, and by now I was quite close to an orgasm myself.

Without warning I suddenly took the deep purple head of Steve’s rock hard erection in my mouth and started bobbing slowly up and down. This was all it would take. Steve moaned very loudly, whimpered even louder and then launched his groin upwards and froze. The next instant my mouth was being filled as Steve enjoyed his second, and an amazingly powerful orgasm. I had never heard Steve yell out as loud as he did on this occasion and was worried someone may hear. I was not moving though as I was too intent on taking all of Steve’s cum as he shivered and shook wildly as the orgasm took control of his body.

Without warning Steve started breathing again and slumped down on the bed totally spent. I decided to take a chance and quickly shuffled up the bed and stuck my cock right in front of Steve’s face.

“Please!” I merely asked with a pleading look on my face.

If Steve was totally worn out it did not show as he launched his face forward and took my erection in his mouth in one quick motion. I grabbed the back of Steve’s head and rabbit fucked Steve’s face as fast as I could to relieve the immense pressure I felt in my own ball sac. Steve quickly started sucking on my cock and using his tongue to push my cock to the top of his mouth so it rubbed across his top palette to further stimulate me. The orgasm would come quickly.

“Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!” I shrieked out several times as I let my orgasm take hold. Oh how I wished I could produce cum as I felt all the muscles work to push the cum that simply wasn’t there out of my erect boy cock.

After a minute I came down off the high of my orgasm and looked at Steve. His forehead was dripping with sweat and he looked absolutely amazing. His piercing green eyes were filled with love and adoration and exhaustion and almost looked blank Steve was so filled with emotions. I could not help myself.

I quickly moved my body down the bed and planted my mouth over Steve’s and kissed him with a passion I had never felt for anyone else before. While we were kissing I undid one of the wrist restraints that Steve had on. He quickly undid the other one and brought his arms down and grabbed me in an embrace that resembled a bear hug and refused to let me go all the time our lips were locked. We were both whimpering into each others mouths again as we shared passion I never knew existed until that day.

Eventually we had to stop, as our jaws were getting sore. We were both panting wildly and the sweat was now pouring off of both of us.

“I take it you have really enjoyed me having my wicked way with you!” I exclaimed to Steve gently in his ear. I was smiling broadly (even though he could not see that).

“Oh yes!” Steve quietly exclaimed back still panting and breathing very heavily.

“Good.” I replied very happily. “You will be able to return the favour sometime,” I added.

“As soon as we get these ankle restraints off me I will repay you now!” Steve insisted. “I have no intention of you not having a wonderful time!” Steve exclaimed, totally shocked I would not consider letting Steve do for me what I had just done for him. “Mum won’t be back till the afternoon anyway.” he finished.

“But it is already afternoon!” I replied which made Steve stop dead in his tracks and look at me very intently.

“No!” Steve said. I nodded my head.

“Please say you are joking!” Steve then demanded, quite shocked that so much time had passed by without him realising it in any way.

“Sorry, but I am serious.” I replied. I was as well. I moved so Steve could sit up a bit and he looked over at his alarm clock. It was almost a quarter to one in the afternoon!

Steve’s eyes bulged as it suddenly dawned on him that I had been pleasuring him for almost three solid hours without stopping once! For the first time since I had met him, Steve was totally speechless. He still had an answer of sorts though.

Without me being able to stop him (not that I would) Steve grabbed me in a powerful embrace and gave me a gentle loving kiss on the lips. Nothing long and lingering, but very tender and heartfelt all the same. It was Steve’s way of saying a thank you, and letting me know what I had done that morning was greatly appreciated.

“I will have to find a free morning or afternoon to repay you then, as if I started to now we would get busted for sure.” Steve gently told me. “Lets have a quick wash and then have a quick dip in the pool to cool off.” He then added. “And you are going to let me carry you all the way to the bathroom and then on to the pool.” Steve finished insisting on spoiling me again.

I smiled a big warm smile, untied Steve’s ankles and then moved up to his waist so Steve could put his hands under my little bum and carry me wherever he wanted to.

I was very tenderly carried to the bathroom with my head resting on Steve’s shoulder. It felt nice there and Steve even leant his face over towards mine so our cheeks could gently touch. It was such a small thought, but so nice, and just another example of how much effort Steve was willing to put in on anything for somebody he cared about.

Once in the bathroom Steve let me use the toilet while he filled a sink with warm water. Steve then used the toilet and asked me to wait by the sink for him. Steve quickly grabbed a face flannel and gave me a quick wipe over to remove the worst of the sweat, and all the cum off of my body before I did the same for him. We were damp but did not bother drying ourselves as we were now going to the pool as we had taken most of the “muck” off of ourselves.

As insisted in the bedroom Steve once again picked me up, gave me a quick kiss on my forehead and briskly headed off to the garden with me resuming my enjoyable hug of Steve and putting my head on his shoulder. You could almost believe I was asleep the way it must have looked. I did not care, I was happy, contented, having a wonderful day in good company and felt as if I didn’t have a care in the world.

The sun was shining brightly in the garden. It was also very warm and we were glad it was only a short walk to the pool.

“Deep breath.” Steve gently purred into my ear as the pool neared as we were heading for the deep end.

I took a deep breath as requested and the next instant Steve had as well and he quite simply jumped straight into the deep end of the pool totally submerging us both. As soon as we hit the water Steve released his gentle grip of me and we both surfaced just a couple of feet away from each other.

“I am jealous you know!” Steve said to me, which took me by surprise.

“Why?” I asked totally confused.

“I have got to wait to give you the same pleasure you have given me this morning.” Steve started. “I was really looking forward to giving you the same thrills and joys and intense pleasure that you brought me today.” He continued. “I never realised just how long you had been going, it was that amazing.” Steve added. “When you get a little older and you have a full size working cock you are going to make one amazing lover in the bedroom.” Steve finished making me blush all the deep shades of red you can think of.

Our heart to heart conversation was abruptly ended by a call from Steve’s mum from the back door of the house to state that she had just returned from her friends. We were told we could stay in the pool, and that she would call us when lunch was ready and to carry on enjoying ourselves. If only she knew how we had been enjoying ourselves she may not have said that.

Steve and I happily splashed in the pool until lunch was called. Still naked we wrapped a towel round our waist and ate in the garden with Steve’s mum. Steve told a little lie and informed his mum that we had spent the whole morning in the pool after we had let breakfast settle. The day was hot, sunny, and so far the weekend had been totally wonderful. What more could you want when you are on holiday?

As we had dried, Steve fetched both his and my shorts, which had been discarded in the bedroom earlier while we enjoyed lunch, which was two light courses. I was feeling really spoilt when it came to all mealtimes. All the meals were so nice, tasty and a great deal of care had been taken in their preparation. I was really starting to understand what it meant to have pride in everything you do, and the results that came from that pride. I really envied the sort of upbringing Steve and his brothers had obviously received from his parents. My upbringing had been good as well but I did not have the pride in myself, the house I lived in and my close family to the extent that Steve and his family did. I made a mental note to try to emulate what Steve and his family had as soon as my family life had some resemblance of stability again.

Our lunch was disturbed by us all hearing the doorbell sounding. I offered to answer the door and Steve ambled behind as I jogged to the front door to see who was there.

I opened the front door. To my surprise it was my dad standing the other side of the front door. I felt my heart sink and then shatter as well as my world implode around me as I saw the state my dad was in.

My dad was in the same suit he must have worn to the court appearance yesterday. His eyes were very red and had rings around them. He was dishevelled and was not able to stand without leaning against the wall that was beside him. I knew my dad was blind drunk as I had seen him in this state when I had been a bit younger and Daniel and myself had been “babysat” while he and mum had gone to a “no children” function to do with work. This could only mean one thing. The court appearance had gone badly and my family life as I knew it was about to be ripped apart.

I spent a couple of seconds taking in the appearance of my dad, turned around, and with tears already filling my eyes and getting ready to roll down my face I ran towards the stairs and rushed up them as fast as I could to “my” bedroom. I heard my dad say something as I ran and then heard a noise and Steve say something before I entered the bedroom, slammed the door closed and threw myself on the bed wailing!

Steve tells this part of the story.

I had followed Matthew to the front door but was several feet behind him by the time the door was opened. To both our surprises Matthew’s dad was the other side of the door, and he looked a right mess. He was also drunk, hung over, possibly both. Matthew froze for a couple of seconds as he took in the sight of his dad, turned round, and with a face that showed more despair than I have ever seen before in my life (the sight made the hair rise on the back of my neck) ran upstairs.

“Matthew, stop!” Matthew’s dad exclaimed extending the arm he had been using to lean against the wall to reach out to his son and then promptly falling flat on his face in the hallway as he lost his balance completely.

“Oh for fuck’s sake!” I exclaimed out loud in pure exasperation, and then heard a door slam upstairs. I knew it had been Matthew who had slammed the door and would now be crying hysterically in our shared bedroom.

My mum came out from the kitchen upon hearing my exclamation and wondering why we had not returned or announced who had been at the door.

I was expecting a reprimand from my mother (mum strongly disapproves of bad language). She took a moment to look at the situation and gently told me I was excused on this occasion as she was feeling quite exasperated and put out herself at having Matthew’s dad flat on his face, blind drunk in her hallway, and instantly realising Matthew would be upstairs crying like there was no tomorrow.

Luckily dad returned home at this point and looked at the scene with a look of pure confusion on his face. We all exchanged shrugs and decided on the course of action to take. We could not comfort Matthew until we knew what was going on and decided to sort that out first. Mum went into the kitchen and poured Matthew’s dad a strong cup of coffee as my dad and I lugged Matthew’s hung over father into the living room to inform us as to what had happened in court yesterday.

Matthew’s dad was close to tears himself as he realised just how badly Matthew had taken his appearance at our doorway. Matthew’s dad was not drunk, but was hung over, and admitted that he had already had a few drinks before getting the taxi here. After taking a few mouthfuls of the coffee he quickly related to us what had happened at the court appearance, and also what he had been required to do afterwards, and the price he had needed to pay. Matthew’s dad was still half drunk, as he needed to ask Matthew to do something and was terrified as to what Matthew’s answer might be.

Armed with this information I went upstairs to Matthew. For the first time in my life I knocked on the door to my own bedroom and then entered. Matthew was there on “his” bed still crying like there was no tomorrow. He had not even heard me knock on the door as he jumped as I gently put a hand on his shoulder.

In his surprise Matthew stopped crying for a moment and I took the chance to tell him that his dad had given us brief details about what had happened in court and why he was so drunk. Matthew listened intently and was surprised that his dad was blind drunk because he had to ask him an important question and was scared about the answer that Matthew may give.

“Now let’s wash your face and make you presentable so you can chat to your dad properly, and then we can get to the bottom of this mess that is your family life at the moment.” I gently told Matthew wiping a tear off of each cheek.

We both went to the bathroom, and while Matthew used the toilet I filled a sink with some warm water and gave Matthew’s face a gentle wash. You could still tell he had been crying, but he was at least presentable. We then went downstairs.

Back to me telling the story

After Steve had cleaned me up we both went downstairs. I was still upset, but nowhere near as much as I had been. We both entered the living room where all three parents were sitting.

As I entered my dad tried to get up again, so I rushed over to him and told him not to, and embraced him. He looked to be almost as upset as I had been when I saw him in the doorway. His eyes were also filling with tears, and he looked so much older than I remembered from a few days ago.

“I need to tell you what happened yesterday.” My dad started. “Please don’t interrupt and I will answer every question you want to ask as soon as I am done, okay?” He finished.

I nodded my head and all four of us sat back to listen.

Daniel, my mum, and dad were all there in the court building for the hearing as well as legal representation. The formalities were all carried out as usual. The charges against Daniel were then read out and Daniel was asked to register a plea. Because Daniel could not remember anything about that day he registered a plea of not guilty. It was then time to request bail. This was denied on the grounds that even if Daniel pleaded not guilty there was too much evidence to tie him to the incident and he could not stay in the same house as me as he was clearly a danger to me. Daniel was going to be put into secure accommodation until the trial date. Daniel instantly broke down in tears and my mum went berserk. She charged towards the judge swearing and screaming and had to be forcibly restrained by court officials and police. This resulted in her being sent down to cool off in the cells. This did nothing to help matters. Thankfully my dad stayed calm. There was no way my dad wanted Daniel sent to a young offenders institution to sit out his time until the trial as that could be several months away. My dad asked if he could approach the bench to talk to the judge. This request was granted and my dad asked the judge if Daniel could be sent to a school for troubled youngsters that his sister presided over if she said it was okay. My dad gave the judge the name of the school (which was a boarding school with secure grounds surrounded by high walls so it might as well be a prison). The judge knew of this school and the work it did, as well as the security measures in place. The judge also knew it was about 500 miles away. My father’s request was granted and a hearing would be held Monday to give my dad a chance to ask his sister about getting Daniel admitted. If the answer was a yes the judge could see no reason as to why Daniel could not be sent there. The judge asked the prosecuting barristers if they had any objection as to where Daniel was held and they replied that as long as it was secure and Daniel would not be able to contact me in any way, there was no objection. The judge then adjourned the case, Daniel was taken back to the cells, and the judge had my mum recalled to the courtroom. As soon as my mum was brought back she went berserk again. The judge then had my mum sent down for contempt of court to spend the weekend in prison, and to be brought before him again on Monday. My dad did not need this, but was not going to argue. Too much relied on him being able to organise several things.

My dad left the court building alone after having a quick chat with my mum to let her know what he was going to try to organise. Mum was now rueing the fact she had gone berserk in court. She knew just how difficult it would be for my dad to pull off what he needed to, and she would not be there to help him. She apologised to him, and merely asked him not to stress, just do the best he could, and that she really loved him.

My dad arrived home soon afterwards and had a double whisky without ice or anything, which he drank in one quick movement. He was dreading this phone call. It would mean trying to bury a twenty year feud with his sister, who may well just tell him to take a running jump.

Even with the whisky my dad’s hands were shaking, so he had another double whisky, which he drank in one quick movement as well. He contemplated having a third, but could already feel the effects of the alcohol and decided against it. He would need to have a half clear head if he was going to make progress with his sister.

My dad went to the phone again and dialled the number in the little phone book my mum always kept. His sister answered.

“Hello Meredith.” My dad had said.

“You fucking bastard!” Was the response from my auntie Meredith.

“Please don’t hang up!” My dad started. “My family is about to fall apart and you are the only one who can save it, please!” My dad responded with total sincerity in his voice. Auntie Meredith must have noted the sincerity and true concern in my dad’s voice when she responded.

“Okay you bastard!” She started. “You have one minute to plead your case.” She added.

“Daniel is in prison after raping and beating Matthew almost to death, my wife is in prison as well for going mad at the judge, Matthew is too scared to come home and is living with a friend, I am alone, and if Daniel goes to prison the family will tear itself apart completely.” My dad blurted out. “Will that do?” he asked sincerely.

There was no answer from the other end of the phone line.

“Meredith, please.” My dad pleaded.

“Okay you bastard!” Auntie Meredith started, “Tell me the whole story and how I fit in here.” She finished.

My dad then spent the next three hours telling my Auntie Meredith the full story about what had happened recently. She listened intently and never interrupted until the end of the story. She knew full well where she fitted in and greatly enjoyed tormenting my dad making him spell it out to her in no uncertain terms just how much he needed this.

“Okay.” She finally stated. “I will take Daniel on.” She added. “But not for your sake you bastard, or that bitch you have for a wife, but for the sake of your two sons.” She finished.

“Thank you.” My dad replied close to tears.

“Not so fast you bastard!” She snapped back. “There is a condition.” She added.

“What is the condition?” My dad asked with sincerity although he wanted to put his fist through the nearest inanimate object he was that cross at the moment.

“You will need to make Matthew Daniel’s legal guardian and get him to sign the paperwork to commit Daniel here until the court appearance!” Auntie Meredith informed my father.

My dad wanted to go mad! He wanted to scream down the phone every swear word he knew. He wanted to reach down the phone and throttle his sister. He was going to have to ask me to be Daniel’s legal guardian and sentence him to months in a secure school for troubled youngsters. The rage was all consuming and my father almost ripped the phone from the wall.

“Would you give me one minute please?” My dad asked his sister hiding his rage.

“One minute and then I hang up bastard!” Was the reply from my auntie Meredith.

My dad put a cushion over the phone receiver and ran out to the kitchen where he screamed out loud as loud as he could. He then returned to the living room feeling a little bit better.

“Deal!” He replied. “I will ask Matthew tomorrow and Daniel and my wife on Monday in court.” He added.

“Good.” My auntie Meredith responded. “I will make arrangements this end and will fax the paperwork to the court.” She added.

My dad told my auntie which court Daniel would be appearing at, and what time the hearing was. My aunt told my dad everything that Daniel would need and the forms that would need to be completed by me (as I would be committing Daniel). This all discussed my dad could finally end this torturous phone call.

“Thank you Meredith.” My dad said sincerely.

“By the way,” Meredith started, “You are still a bastard and I am only doing this for your sons, and not for you or the bitch!” She replied and the phone line went dead.

My dad put the phone down and then spent the next five minutes swearing, screaming and cursing as loud as he could to release the great mass of frustration he felt. He punched the sofa and armchairs as hard as he could and then finally collapsed on the floor exhausted. My dad then phoned his solicitor and told him what had been said about getting Daniel into the school. The solicitor was surprised to put it mildly but said that the legal guardianship could easily be sorted out as long as both he and my mum signed. The solicitor did not foresee any other problems. My dad hung up the phone again and he then saw the bottle of whisky on the side. That was all he could remember until he woke up on the living room floor this morning.

Even though he felt terrible my dad had consumed another two drinks before he got the taxi to here, as he was terrified I would not want to be Daniel’s legal guardian and commit him to the school for troubled youngsters. It would also mean I would have control on most aspects of Daniel’s life, and my dad was scared I may try to exact revenge by making Daniel’s life as hard as possible as I would also be able to decide who could and could not see Daniel.

“And that is it.” My dad stated blowing his nose and wiping a tear from his eye.

“When do I have to decide about being Daniel’s legal guardian?” I asked.

“Monday, for the court appearance.” My dad quietly replied.

“Mum is going to flip isn’t she?” I asked knowing the answer already. My dad merely nodded and another tear escaped from one of his eyes and rolled down his cheek before landing on my lap.

I embraced my dad closer and we both cried into each other as we both knew just how fragile our family life was becoming and how close we both were to losing everything.

Being good hosts all of Steve’s family left the room and closed the door to give us a moment to ourselves to sort ourselves out.

After a couple of minutes both my dad and I composed ourselves. I told my dad to stay where he was so I could fetch him another coffee. I went out to the kitchen where Steve’s family were chatting and embraced each in turn.

“Thank you.” I said with total sincerity.

“You are very welcome.” Steve’s mum replied.

“May I ask a small favour?” I then requested.

“Go ahead,” Steve’s dad responded.

“Do you mind taking my dad home so he can get some changes of clothes and then take him to my aunt who lives nearby so my dad can stay there this weekend. I don’t want him to be alone this weekend, but I need some space to think as well so as much as I love him I don’t want him under my feet here.” I asked with even more sincerity.

“Of course.” Steve’s dad replied. “Let’s get some food inside him and some more coffee so he is presentable and I will take him.” He added.

I gave Steve’s dad a big hug, filled my dad’s mug with another coffee and went to tell him what we had just organised.

My dad was going to argue the point about staying with his little sister for a few days but seeing how concerned I was relented. He drank the coffee, had some food and then said a very loving heartfelt good bye to me. He was then taken by Steve’s dad home and then on to his sister.

“Are you okay?” Steve asked me as soon as the car left the driveway, putting his arms around me and holding me close as he asked the question. The closeness felt nice.

“Yes,” I started, “Just worried about Monday.” I added. “I don’t know what happened all those years ago but my aunt Meredith really hates my mum and dad, but always sends cards and money to my brother and me every birthday and Christmas and everything.” I continued. “It is so confusing, but nobody will tell me what it is all about, I just get told it is family politics, and to leave it at that.” I finished.

Steve gave a little chuckle.

“It is the same with every family.” He gently told me and gave me a gentle squeeze.

“When would be a good time to sit down and chat with you all about this legal guardianship thing as I do not really understand the implications?” I asked Steve.

“Sunday evening.” Steve answered. “I want you to forget about it until then as well as I don’t want you to worry yourself about it and make yourself sick.” He added pulling me even closer so I knew Steve was worried about me. This attention to my care made me feel better and I decided to let Steve know this.

“I think I need a good dip in the pool to help me forget, but I can’t remember where it is!” I stated with a lot of sarcasm, which Steve fully understood.

“I think I had better show you where it is then!” he exclaimed.

The next moment Steve picked me up, hugged me close and started off towards the back garden with us both smiling. Steve’s mum was smirking as well at our antics, but knew it was all to lighten the mood after the depressing news that my father had been forced to inform us all about.

Less than thirty seconds later I was naked and soaked from head to toe as Steve had once again thrown me into the pool after pulling my shorts off of me. He had followed me into the pool as soon as he had pulled his own shorts off and we spent a fun hour splashing about and swimming and floating in the pool.

When Steve’s dad returned he went upstairs, changed into some swimming trunks and simply bombed the pool to join us. He then did what he had been enjoying for many years now and started a water fight with Steve and myself and the water was going everywhere. There was of course laughing, screaming and squeals (mostly from me) as we all unwound. Steve’s mum had also gone into the house to change and was in a very revealing bikini sunbathing.

Steve’s dad then showed me where Steve had got his wicked streak from. He got out of the pool and sneaked over to his wife. He shook his wet hair all over his wife, which got her attention.

“Don’t you dare!” She warned him. This had happened before and she knew what her husband was thinking.

Steve’s dad took no notice whatsoever and picked her up and then ran towards the pool. Steve and myself moved out of the way as fast as we could as Steve’s parents both came crashing into the pool together in one almighty big splash.

Steve’s dad was laughing loudly as his wife of many years came up and wiped the water and hair from her face. She also had a smirk on her face though.

“Boys, dunk him!” She instructed smiling widely.

Steve and I needed no other hint and both jumped onto Steve’s dad and dunked him under the surface numerous times while Steve’s mum smiled and laughed.

After several dunks Steve’s mum came up to us all and gave her husband a kiss. “You are still a big kid after all these years, you lovely big softie!” She gently informed her husband after the kiss. Steve’s dad smiled warmly and whispered something into his wife’s ear that neither Steve or me could hear but it must have been good judging by the expression on her face.

“Later.” She simply replied which confused Steve and myself, but we were not worried.

“I am going to get things ready so we can eat soon.” Steve’s mum then announced. “You three kids carry on playing!” She added making both Steve and me laugh with the joke about Steve’s dad being as childish as we were.

As soon as Steve’s mum was away from the pool Steve’s dad turned around to face us both.

“If I am going to be accused of being a kid I might as well live up to the charge!” He announced and pounced on both Steve and me and dunked us both under the water. We both came up for air and much to my surprise I was grabbed around the waist by Steve’s dad and thrown upwards and backwards to land with a massive splash in a deeper part of the pool.

“No fair!” Steve exclaimed upon seeing this. “That is my job!” He added.

“Not today!” Steve’s dad replied grabbing his youngest son round the waist at the same time and doing the same to him. Steve landed with a huge splash as he had been taken by surprise as well.

Steve’s dad then grabbed me as I had moved out of the way so as not to get squashed by Steve and I went flying again. This continued for a bit with both Steve and myself being thrown here there and everywhere in the pool. We tried to run away but Steve’s dad was surprisingly fast in the water and always caught us and threw us about in the pool again. It really was great fun. We also dunked each other, had water fights and really did play around like three little kids without a care in the world.

“Okay you three!” Steve’s mum announced making us all jump, as we had not noticed her approach from the house. “Biggest kid can light the barbecue to cook the food that needs cooking, and the other two kids can get the table, chairs and plates and everything else ready.” She gently instructed.

All three of us gave a mock sigh.

All four of us laughed, as we could not have done that any better if we had planned it. Still smiling and smirking we all pulled ourselves out of the pool, dried off with towels and Steve and I put on our shorts. Steve’s dad went inside and came out wearing a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms and instantly busied himself with getting the barbecue ready and lit.

Steve and myself quickly got the table cleaned, chairs in place, plates, cutlery, sauces and everything set out and approved by Steve’s mum before we had a quick shower.

As always we had a shared shower and I really enjoyed lathering Steve all over (and making his cock hard) before he lathered me all over (making me hard as well) before we rinsed and dried each other. We then went into “our” bedroom and picked up a pair of tracksuit bottoms each to wear, and also picked up a t-shirt each for later if we felt a chill. Before we left the bedroom Steve told me to stop in front of the full length mirror in his bedroom.

“You are going brown very fast aren’t you?” He gently purred into my ear.

I looked myself over in the mirror and then raised my arms so I could see how much darker I was compared to the white skin under my armpits. Steve was right. My skin looked as if I had been on a long holiday in a hot sunny country I was going that brown.

“I had better thank you then for my all over body tan!” I purred back to Steve. I turned around so I was facing Steve and put my arms around Steve’s neck. I then gently pulled him down to my lips and gave him a gentle but passionate kiss on the lips.

We spent a good minute in this embrace and kiss before Steve gentle pulled away.

“My pleasure!” He gently purred at me smiling. Steve then gently took me by the hand and led me back to the kitchen so we could sort out drinks for everyone, and then relax in the garden while we waited for the food to be cooked.

We only had to wait five minutes before the food was served up from the barbecue, and we all sat and ate our fill. As it was a lovely evening we all elected to stay outside and Steve’s dad turned on the stereo and switched on the outside speakers and we listened to the CD’s chosen by us all as we whiled away the evening chatting, laughing, having drinks, and enjoying each others company. The cares and concerns from earlier in the day were forgotten, and I once again felt very happy and contented. I also felt loved and involved with a family who truly cared for me and wanted the best for me. I had got to the point now where I did not see Steve and his parents as a separate family. I saw them as part of my family I was that content to be around them.

The sun slowly vanished from the sky and Steve and I put on our t-shirts as we could feel the drop in temperature. It was dark before we all decided to clear the table and get sorted out ready for bed.

We all helped out clearing up everything except the barbecue, which would have to be done in the morning, as it was still too hot to sort out now. The washing up would also wait until the morning.

Steve and I headed to bed while Steve’s parents sorted out the house and turned in as well. After doing what we needed to in the bathroom Steve made sure I took my pills and we quickly got ready for bed before the pill knocked me out.

We stripped naked, locked the bedroom door but left the windows wide open as it was another warm night. I got into bed and turned onto my left side and waited for Steve to join me. He quickly did and put the thin sheet over us so we did not get a chill but would not be too hot either. With Steve now spooning me, the warmth from him as well as his rhythmic deep breathing, and the sleeping pill I was rapidly losing my fight to stay awake any longer. In a couple of minutes I was asleep.

Steve lay there listening to me sleep, watching my chest slowly rise and lower and looking at my cute little face. He was concerned about all the worry I was going through, and that I would still have to go through. He decided that tomorrow he would ask me about speaking to the counsellor so I could chat to someone who was outside family and friends to get some objective answers about things. Steve would happily listen to anything I wanted to talk to him about, but he simply did not have the answers I would probably need and that worried him as it could leave me in an even worse state.

Steve decided to get some sleep and hopefully there would be no disaster tomorrow that would stop him mentioning it as had happened today. Steve wrapped his right arm over my chest, and as he expected my right hand sought it out and our right hands entwined. Steve sighed a happy sigh at this. He enjoyed the close contact, especially as there was nothing sexual about it. It was just the pair of us exchanging our care and love for each other. It meant more to Steve than any sexual act ever could.

Steve felt his eyes getting heavy and happily surrendered himself to sleep.

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Part 22 – The First Weekend of the School Summer Holiday, Sunday

 

The sun shone in bright and strong as the alarm clock went off telling Steve it was eight in the morning.

As usual Steve switched off the alarm clock and woke himself as I slept on. Again I had not even noticed the fact that the alarm clock had gone off. Steve went to the bathroom, washed, brushed his teeth and did everything else he wanted to and then returned to “our” bedroom to wake me.

Much to Steve’s surprise I had woken while he had gone and was sitting up in bed rubbing my sleepy eyes as I was still trying to wake up from the deep drug induced sleep I had been in.

“Morning little bro.” Steve happily chirped at me as he re entered the bedroom we were sharing.

“Morning big bro.” I replied, still half asleep but slowly waking all the same.

“Do you want me to dress you now, or wait until you have come back from the bathroom?” Steve gently asked me as he ruffled my already messed up hair.

“After please.” I replied and slowly stood up and staggered off to the bathroom still surprisingly asleep. It would soon wear off.

After a leisurely wash and doing everything I needed to in the bathroom I returned to “my” bedroom, now feeling much more awake and with it than I did twenty minutes earlier. As promised Steve dressed us both in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt. As usual for lounging around the house and garden we were “commando” and were soon in the kitchen where both of Steve’s parents were sitting with their morning cups of coffee.

A large round of “mornings” echoed around the kitchen as all four of us exchanged the pleasantries of the day. Steve got me a glass of milk and made both of us a cup of tea as well. I did not like coffee and Steve only drank it occasionally.

Steve’s mum finished her cup of coffee, rose and got a couple of saucepans and frying pans out of the cupboard.

“The usual?” She asked us all. I had a puzzled look on my face, which Steve noticed.

“Most Sundays we have a full fried breakfast.” Steve informed me. “Would you like a fried breakfast or something else?” He added.

Before I could answer my stomach grumbled loudly, making me blush and everyone else laugh.

“Full fried breakfast it is then!” Steve told his mum on my behalf as my face stayed a deep crimson red colour and I giggled as well.

All four of us were soon tucking into a massive breakfast of sausages, bacon, eggs, hash browns, beans, tomatoes, mushrooms and toast. I surprised myself with how much I ate and felt very contented and quite bloated by the time I was done.

“What would you like to do today?” I asked Steve who had just finished his breakfast and third cup of tea by now.

“Well first I need to have the chat with you I did not have yesterday, and then we all thought it would be nice to go to the park and have a round of putting, a round of miniature golf, and a nice long slow walk to see the morning away in a nice lazy way.” Steve informed me.

“I don’t like the sound of the chat, but the rest sounds good.” I replied having forgotten about that chat Steve had mentioned yesterday.

“Come on! Lets get this over with!” Steve gently instructed offering his hand to me while his parents started getting ready to do all the washing up.

I took Steve’s hand and with our drinks we walked out into the garden, where the bright summer sun had made it a very warm day already.

Once we had got sat and settled Steve gently leaned towards me so he could look me directly in the eyes.

“This is not something I want to do, and am very uncomfortable with, so please don’t get upset with me.” Steve requested.

I nodded my head and Steve began.

“One of the things that was mentioned to us when you were discharged from hospital is that you may need some counselling because of what Daniel did to you.” Steve started. “I agreed that if you had any problems that I would talk to you about it,” he continued. “Until you had that bad dream a few nights ago I was hoping it would not be needed, but I was wrong in that respect and I now need to ask you to think about seeing a counsellor to talk to about what happened with Daniel as they have no knowledge about you, Daniel, your family or anything.” Steve carried on. “They only know what you want them to know and can offer you answers and opinions without the restraints that friends and family do when you try to talk to them about very difficult nasty aspects of life.” Steve added. “I would happily discuss anything with you, but may well not be able to give you answers or opinions that help whereas they might, and so I am merely asking you to think about letting us take you to counselling.” Steve finally finished.

I could tell that Steve had not been comfortable about mentioning this as he could well imagine my response.

“You think I should see a “shrink” because of what has happened!” I exclaimed.

“No, not a psychiatrist, a counsellor.” Steve replied. “You do not have a mental illness, you just need someone independent of family to help you more than we can, and who can give you an honest independent answer.” Steve responded.

“How long do I have to think about this?” I asked still very dubious about the whole thing.

“As long or as short a time as you need.” Steve answered honestly.

“No demands or anything?” I asked still not sure that was simply it.

Steve shook his head to let me know there was nothing else, which made me feel happier about the whole situation.

“And if I never ask?” I asked just to make sure.

“Then nothing happens.” Steve replied. “I will not bring up the subject again now I have spoken to you about it.” He added.

I smiled at this reply. It showed me that Steve would not force me to do anything I was not happy to do.

“Okay, I will think about it, just because it is you and you want nothing that is not in my best interest,” I replied, which brought a smile to Steve’s face.

We then stayed in the garden chatting about everything and nothing until Steve’s parents called out to us as they had now finished the washing up. They informed us we had five minutes to get ready and then we were heading off to the park to have the walk and play golf etc.

We quickly got up, headed into the house, went upstairs and put on underwear, socks and our tracksuit bottoms again. We also put on our t-shirts and I grabbed some money with the intention of buying everyone an ice cream while we were in the park.

Five minutes later we were all on the way to the park. I was in high spirits and happily skipped along with Steve playing little tag games as we went. Steve loved the attention and happily played along as we ran around his parents and ahead of them and behind them as we went. Steve’s parents were happy to simply walk at a slow amble, holding hands and enjoying each others company on a gloriously hot sunny summer morning.

Before I knew it we had arrived at the park and were all heading to the counter where we could get the clubs and balls we would need.

By chance it was the same person behind the counter that Steve and myself had encountered the problems with the last time we were there. As soon as they saw me coming they looked to see if there was anyone else who could take their place at the counter and their face dropped as they realised they were on their own and I not only had Steve with me but two adults as well.

Before we had even got to the counter there were four golf clubs, four balls, four sets of score sheets and a pencil left on the counter and the person who should be staffing the counter had vanished.

“Free game again.” I said to Steve and passed everyone their golf club and other stuff.

Steve’s dad gave us a puzzled look and we spent a moment explaining what had happened the last time we had visited.

Steve’s dad gave a wry smile when we had finished explaining the story and then simply shrugged his shoulders and headed off to the first hole on the putting course. We all soon arrived at the first hole and Steve’s dad got a scrap piece of paper and tore it into four. He wrote the numbers one to four on these pieces of paper and then put them behind his back to shuffle them a bit and then put them on the ground upside down so nobody could see the numbers.

“Whoever picks one goes first, then in order.” He simply stated.

Steve went first and picked two. I went next and picked the piece of paper labelled three, Steve’s mum picked four, which left Steve’s dad going first.

“That went wrong!” Steve’s dad mused and went up to play his first shot. We all started playing in turn and were all soon getting into the game, generally insulting anyone who played a bad shot, doing a victory dance if we got a hole in one, and thoroughly enjoying ourselves.

It came as quite a surprise to me when we reached the end of the putting course and we went onto the miniature golf course. I had not noticed the fact we had played all eighteen holes of putting. Just shows how much I was enjoying myself.

We all quickly settled down to playing the miniature golf and were soon behaving just the same as we had for the putting. It was great fun to see just how competitive Steve’s parents were with Steve’s mum happily nudging her husband’s arm as he prepared to make a putt or anything to put him off. All four of us were having a good laugh and joke as we slowly went round the eighteen holes.

All too soon the game was over and we returned all the clubs and balls to the counter (the assistant vanishing again). I then took Steve by the hand and dragged him to the little café that was in the park. I went into the shop and purchased four “99” double cone ice creams for us all, with flakes and strawberry sauce. Steve’s parents were not surprised I had taken Steve to buy us all ice creams, but were bemused as to why I insisted upon doing it every chance I had. They decided not to ask me, as they already knew the answer I would give.

We soon consumed the ice creams and then bumped into one of my classmates. They had been told by Sam I was doing a lot better and now they had seen me they came bounding over to say hello, just to see how well I was really doing.

We had a five minute chat during which time they marvelled over how much better I looked without all the stitches, how brown I was going with all the sun I must have been in, and they made Steve blush by asking to shake his hand to show their appreciation of how well he was looking after me.

My friend had to go as their parents were calling and asked me to call them when I had a chance to keep them updated with how I was doing as they did not want to lose touch over the summer break.

“The day just keeps getting better,” I mused to myself as we walked over to where Steve’s parents were sitting on a bench enjoying the sun holding hands.

All four of us walked out of the park for a leisurely walk on a route Steve and his parents had probably done numerous times over the years they had all been together. Steve pointed things of interest out to me, and as soon as he realised exactly where he was going his face lit up. He looked back to his dad as if to confirm where we were going and his dad nodded his head.

Steve’s hunch was right and we were soon in a big old fashioned pub where the smell of hot tasty food blasted our nostrils making our mouths water.

“Hello you old git!” The barman half bellowed as he embraced Steve’s dad in a big hug which Steve’s dad returned.

“Hi there you scrawny little toe rag!” Steve’s dad replied after they separated from their embrace. “Have you got space for the four of us?” He then asked.

“For you, of course.” The barman bellowed out again and gave us the best table in the pub, just by the bar, and a lovely big window, cool and comfy.

No sooner had we sat down than the barman’s wife came up and handed us a menu each. We had not even ordered drinks when a pint of coke was laid out before both Steve and myself, a big glass of wine was given to Steve’s mum, and a pint of real ale was set down in front of Steve’s dad.

I had never seen anyone get served this way before and was truly confused.

“Dad and the barman went to school together, and their friendship goes back a very long way,” Steve whispered in my ear. “Every time we have ever come here we get spoilt as the barman and my dad still do a lot of good business together.” Steve added so I fully understood just why we were getting preference over everyone else.

The barman’s wife came over and took our orders and exchanged pleasantries with Steve’s mum at the same time. I was introduced and much to my embarrassment was given a kiss on the cheek by the barman’s wife (as was everyone else) before we had finished placing our orders.

Our food came in due course and we all enjoyed a fantastic lunch. After we had finished our main course we were not offered the standard desert menu but were instead given a homemade jam sponge with custard as a desert. This was not on the menu, and had been made especially by the barman’s wife, as they knew we were coming. The size of the portion was truly amazing and all four of us were struggling to finish the desert, very nice as it was.

With all four of us stuffed to the gills and the lunch rush over and done with, the barman left his other staff to run the bar and came to join us. He brought with him another round of drinks and my eyes bulged as another pint of coke was put in front of me.

The barman sat just by Steve’s dad and looked at me quizzically as he knew I was not one of his friend’s children. A quick explanation was given and the barman offered one of his big hands to shake. I of course accepted and shook hands with the barman.

“Can’t get enough of kids so you start taking in waifs and strays eh!” The barman bellowed out in his loud voice at Steve’s parents and started laughing. We all joined in the laughing, myself included, even though I was blushing, and I am certain Steve’s mum was as well but could not really tell as she already had red cheeks from all the wine she had drunk.

This started a series of jokes and general sarcasm between the barman and Steve’s dad. Everyone was having a good time. Suddenly the barman turned his attention to me.

“What do you think of my little place then?” he asked putting me on the spot.

“It’s great.” I replied honestly suddenly feeling very shy. This made the barman laugh as I was blushing as well.

“This is the important question.” He then said surprisingly quietly. “What do you think of my wife’s jam sponge and custard?” he added. I did not mind answering this question, as the answer would be praise.

“Brilliant.” I answered truthfully. “It was moist and fluffy and light and really tasty.” I added believing the single word answer was not really adequate.

“Excellent!” boomed the barman. “We will have to pack some into a container so you can take it home and enjoy again later.” He added in his loud booming voice.

The barman then excused himself for a moment. He quickly returned and placed another drink in front of both of Steve’s parents (who still had not finished the drinks they had already) and gave a handful of little blue tokens to both Steve and myself.

“Go and enjoy yourselves on the machines lads,” he started in his loud booming voice. “I want to catch up with my chum and his wife for a while and I don’t want you to be bored.” He added with that booming voice echoing in my head.

Steve and I grabbed our barely started drinks and headed off to where all the machines were and started playing. We noticed the barman’s wife join him at the table with Steve’s parents and heard laughter and the barman’s loud booming voice as the four adults had a laugh and a joke together.

“You have been here often then?” I asked Steve as we settled by the machines and used the tokens to play.

“We have come here at least once a month for as long as I can remember.” Steve replied. “We always get a good meal, the adults have a chat, joke and a few drinks, and all the bar staff know me and my brothers and give us as many tokens and drinks as we need until we are told it is time to leave.” Steve added. “There is also a garden out the back so when we are not feeling as full we can have some fun out there as well.” Steve finished as we played the machines.

I don’t know how I managed it but I put a couple of tokens in the machine, played, hit a few skill buttons and ended up winning the jackpot. The next thing I knew tokens were spilling out of the machine like there was no tomorrow. They filled the cash tray and started spilling out onto the floor and the machine let rip with lots of noise to inform anyone who was within earshot (most of the pub it was that noisy) that the jackpot had been won.

I had no idea of the value of the jackpot, but it must have been quite large judging by the number of tokens that spilled out.

Steve had gone to the bar and had returned with a handful of tankards to put all the tokens into.

“Look.” Steve then remarked. “You have a chance to repeat.” He added. “Go for it!” he finished as he scooped the great mass of tokens into the tankards he had brought over.

I hit the button to repeat the win, hit the skill button, hit another button that was flashing with several options (most of them lose) and the alarm to state the jackpot had been won sounded again. Next moment another cascade of tokens started pouring out of the machine (much to my surprise) and started showering over Steve (who was even more surprised) as he was collecting the last few tokens that had spilled onto the floor from the first win.

I put my hands in the way to stop the tokens spilling onto the floor and Steve scooped them up as fast as he could and put them into the tankards (which were running out fast). The barman had noticed the alarm sound the first time and let it be, but upon hearing it again had come over and was handing Steve more tankards as the tokens poured out of the machine. Steve’s parents had also come over.

“You are trying to bankrupt me!” The barman exclaimed to Steve’s dad jokingly at my good fortune. “You bring in this little whiz kid to empty all the money out of my games machines hoping I would not notice!” He added in his loud booming voice, still joking, but I was blushing anyway.

All the adults were laughing as the stream of tokens finally finished and were all collected together in the tankards. These were all taken to the bar.

“You are a very lucky lad!” The barman told me. “Not a single person has ever won that machine and then taken the repeater as well.” He added.

I looked at him with surprise.

“But I don’t even know how to play that machine!” I honestly told him. “It was a pure fluke.” I added honestly.

“Then that deserves a celebration drink.” The barman bellowed out and poured out a whisky for himself and Steve’s dad. A “Baileys Irish Cream” for Steve’s mum and his wife and a half pint of local cider for Steve and myself to drink.

“To pure blind luck!” The barman toasted.

We all joined in the toast and everyone partook of their drinks. I had never experienced cider before and was dubious but took a sip anyway. I found I really liked the taste and had a couple of big mouthfuls before Steve could stop me.

“Don’t rush it please!” Steve told me. “This stuff is the barman’s own brew and will blow your brains out if you try to drink it too fast!” he added.

I heeded Steve’s advice and did not drink any more for a moment. A thought then crossed my mind.

“As I am underage for that machine I don’t suppose I can keep the winnings, can I?” I asked the barman.

“I am afraid not.” The barman answered knowing there were numerous people in the pub, but he did give me a sly wink as he said this. I would have to wait and see what that wink meant.

The adults went back to enjoying their chat and jokes, and Steve and I went outside to enjoy the sunshine and the play area that was outside as well.

Steve and I spent a happy hour or so on the slides, swings, and climbing frame that were in the pub garden. I was glad Steve was happy to play at being younger than he really was and we both really enjoyed ourselves. We slowly drank our cokes (the ciders we had left inside as we did not want them to get warm). It came as a surprise when the barman gave us a shout in his booming voice to say we would be off soon.

We returned inside the pub to be told we were getting a taxi home as Steve’s dad was a little worse for wear having had several drinks, including a whole pint of the barman’s special cider. Steve’s mum was also worse for drink having had over a bottle of wine without really realising it.

Steve and I both finished our cokes and ciders in the five minutes we had to wait for the taxi. I had forgotten about the machine I had been playing on, and had taken the jackpot out of as we said a fond goodbye to the barman and his wife.

I was given a plastic container, which had something inside to carry as Steve helped his mum to the taxi, and the barman helped Steve’s dad to the taxi. I thought it quite funny seeing both of Steve’s parents very merry and quite drunk being helped into the taxi, which Steve and I quickly entered as well.

About half way through the taxi ride I started to feel the effects of the home made cider and commented to Steve that it really was quite powerful stuff.

Steve laughed at this and made the comment to state that was the reason his dad was the worse for the drinks as he had consumed a pint of the cider as well as several pints of real ale, which also had a high alcohol content.

Steve and I giggled to ourselves as the taxi quickly took us home. Steve took his dad’s wallet and paid for the taxi as I opened the front door to the house and took the container into the kitchen.

I then returned to the taxi and helped Steve’s mum to the house as Steve helped his dad. We deposited both of Steve’s parents onto the sofa. Steve and myself went into the kitchen and made a big pot of tea for everyone to drink.

We returned to the living room carrying our own cup of tea, and one for each of Steve’s parents. Upon our arrival Steve’s dad gave me a sealed envelope.

With a confused look I opened this envelope and my eyes bulged as I saw a big wad of twenty pound notes inside. I quickly counted the notes and there was five hundred pounds in the envelope.

“From the pub.” Steve’s dad informed me, as I could not work out why I had all this money in my hands.

I was speechless. I just stood there with my mouth wide open. Steve’s dad explained.

“My mate could not work out what had possessed us to take you in, so I told him what had happened to you recently upon his swearing to keep it secret.” Steve’s dad started. “He agreed with our sentiments that you had been hard done by, and deserved better, and then you took the jackpot out of the machine and the repeater as well.” He continued. “He knew full well that he could not make it look like he was going to let you keep the winnings as he would probably get reported to the licensing authorities if he did so, and so he quietly put the money in the envelope and gave it to me with a wink as I paid for lunch. I had no idea how much was inside it until now.” Steve’s dad finished.

“Can we give it back?” I enquired honestly feeling guilty about having this huge sum of money (for the average 11 year old) in my hands.

“I did ask that.” Steve’s dad told me. “My friend said there was no way he would take the money back as you won it fair and square, and he would rather you simply spent it on ice creams and anything else that took your fancy over the summer holiday with Steve.” Steve’s dad told me.

“But my dad has already promised to supply me with all the money I want for things like that over the summer.” I responded feeling very awkward about the whole situation.

“The money is yours.” Steve’s dad gently informed me. “If you want, Steve will go to the bank with you, and you can deposit it into your account after court tomorrow if you do not want to spend it now.” He gently added smiling as well.

Steve gently hugged me at this point and told me there was no reason to feel guilty and to merely accept the money I had won, and to simply enjoy it however I wanted to. I thanked Steve and then approached his dad and gave him a big tender hug.

“Would you please give that to your friend with my deep gratitude if you see him again before I do?” I enquired.

“Happily.” Steve’s dad replied, pleased that it had meant so much to me to try to return the money, and effectively being forced to take it. It showed Steve’s dad just how honest I was.

I then took the money upstairs to the guest bedroom and put the money into a little moneybox I had brought with me from home. Once the money was secure there I returned to the living room where Steve and his parents were relaxing.

I sat with Steve as we drank our cups of tea to help counteract the effects of the cider (which was strong). Both of Steve’s parents had dozed off and I whispered to Steve that we should go and enjoy ourselves in the garden and allow his parents an hour or so of peace and quiet.

Steve agreed to this and we went into the kitchen with the intention of passing through to the garden. Steve then noticed the big plastic container and paused to open it. He did so, and a big smile came across his face.

“My dad’s mate has taken a shine to you!” Steve warmly exclaimed and beckoned me over.

There in the big container was a complete jam sponge ready to be reheated and a selection of sandwiches we could eat later on. The barman’s wife had lovingly made all the sandwiches, and Steve told me that if past experience was anything to go by, they would all taste lovely.

Steve put all the food in the fridge to keep fresh, and we made our way into the garden, stripped naked and basked in the sun for a bit as we were still feeling quite full from the large meal at the pub.

Steve had switched on the stereo unit in the living room. As the system had already been set to transmit to the outside speakers we were able to listen to the radio station without the noise disturbing Steve’s parents asleep in the living room.

We chatted about anything and nothing while we listened to the music coming from the speakers and let our stomachs settle from our very large lunch and drinks.

It may well have been an hour or so after walking into the garden that Steve announced that he was feeling too hot and was having a swim and invited me to join him.

I stood up, took Steve’s hand and we both ran to the pool and bombed it together. We spent a while simply floating and relaxing in the water as we let the tail end of the weekend simply flow by. We were relaxing and didn’t care about the passing of time. We had each others company and that was all we needed at that moment in time.

We were suddenly brought back to reality by Steve’s mum calling out to us to see if we wanted anything to drink. We shouted out our replies and were told to stay in the pool and the drinks would be brought out to us. Steve’s mum also asked where the big container I had carried in was and Steve answered.

Ten minutes later Steve’s mum appeared and set up several plates on the outside table. She also brought out two towels for Steve and myself and set our drinks down on the table.

Steve and I did not need telling to come out of the pool and made our way to the table where we wrapped a towel round our waist each, sat down and waited for Steve’s dad to appear from the house.

Soon all four of us were eating the sandwiches that had been made by the barman’s wife from the pub. Steve was right about how good these sandwiches would taste and we all ate with gusto.

Steve’s mum then went back into the house and fetched the jam sponge that she had reheated in the microwave, and also carried a big tub of vanilla ice cream to go with the jam sponge.

”You must have made a very good impression on my mate!” Steve’s dad exclaimed at me seeing the jam sponge. “He only gives these away to very deserving people!” He added making me blush a very deep red.

We all ate our fill and settled back in our seats to watch the sun slowly dip lower in the sky.

“What time do I need to drop you two off tomorrow?” Steve’s mum asked after a while.

“Nine please.” Steve answered.

“What is that for?” I asked not putting two and two together.

“Court I am afraid.” Steve answered grimacing as he remembered I had forgotten about it and he had inadvertently reminded me.

“That reminds me.” I piped up. “What am I letting myself in for if I do agree to become Daniel’s legal guardian tomorrow?” I asked all three of them.

Steve’s dad groaned. He knew it was a long complex answer. He also knew he was half drunk and this would make his brain hurt. He also knew we did not have the luxury of time and he would have to answer now.

What followed was a long conversation about the fact I would be responsible for deciding things of great importance to Daniel. As Daniel was only fifteen I would be the one to decide whether Daniel received treatment if he became gravely ill, I would be the one to decide if Daniel could visit our parents while he was awaiting trial, I would be the one to decide if Daniel could have any visitors while he was being held at the boarding school as my parents hoped. I would be the one to decide if Daniel was allowed to live or die if anything happened to him and he was on life support machines. I would have all these powers as well as the same responsibilities as regular parents basically. The thought of this responsibility terrified me.

“So if a car that Daniel was in was to be involved in a nasty crash and Daniel was on life support I would have to make the decision as to whether he stayed on life support and received all the drugs and everything or had it switched off and let him die?” I asked. Steve’s dad nodded his head to confirm the answer was yes.

My stomach baulked and I went quite pale at this concept that the same brother who had almost killed me would be relying on me to decide his ultimate fate if the situation came up. This thought really did scare me.

“And if I refuse to take the legal guardianship?” I asked.

“Then Daniel will be held in a young offenders institution until the date of his trial where he will get beaten up and abused daily because of what he has done to you until the trial or he has killed himself.” Steve’s dad answered in a matter of fact way.

This did nothing to make me feel any better. My stomach baulked again and I went almost as white as a sheet I was that worried.

“I am dammed with deciding my brother’s ultimate fate whichever decision I make aren’t I?” I asked them all.

All three of them bowed their heads with a reluctance to answer, but Steve at least managed a nod.

“I will need to think hard about this.” I announced. “Is it okay if I have some time to myself in the living room?” I asked them all.

“Of course.” Steve’s dad replied. “We will sort out the garden and wash up everything to give you some time to think things through.” He added. “If you want anything, just ask.”

I gave them my thanks and went into the living room with a thousand and one thoughts running through my head. Steve and his family tidied up the garden and did the washing up as I tried to work out the best decision for my family, Daniel, and myself.

The problem was, whichever decision I would make there would be major repercussions for everyone. If I say no, Daniel would enter a living hell, if I said yes, the fact whether he lived or died would be solely in my hands.

To be honest neither option was palatable to me and I was getting very worked up, frustrated and stressed that I would have to choose one. I got so worked up I simply yelled out and then burst into tears.

Steve and his parents had heard me yell out. Steve looked at his parents who simply nodded and he then ran into the living room to comfort me.

I told Steve through my sobs that neither option open to me was acceptable, and Steve told me that he agreed with me, but could not really offer me any advice as he had none he could give. Steve simply told me to take the option I was “happier” with in my head and that my family would support me regardless.

I collected myself and said that I needed to go to bed and sleep on the matter. Steve asked me if I wanted him to join me. I thanked him but said it was too early for Steve to go to bed, and to join me when he was ready for bed. He simply had to promise me he would join me in the same bed when he did come up.

Naturally Steve promised and he set off to sort out my pills while I went into the bathroom and took a quick shower and got ready for bed. I took my pills and settled down to sleep with Steve comforting me all the time as I was getting tearful again as I was still battling with the decision I would have to make tomorrow.

Because of the sleeping pill I soon fell asleep and Steve went downstairs to join his parents. They had a long conversation and it was decided that if things kept on being so rough for me Steve would have to spend occasional days away so he could have a break as he was getting as wound up and stressed as I was and deserved a break.

Several other things were discussed as to my future, amongst them getting me back home, getting me back into my bedroom, sorting out my bedroom, and working out a way to get me to sleep in my own bedroom again somehow.

Lots of theoretical ideas were put forward to discuss with my parents and me, and the best ones would be brought up as soon as the situation with Daniel was sorted out. There was no point trying to organise anything until after the court appearance, as the result of that would determine everything anyway.

Steve then bade his parents good night and went upstairs. He had a quick shower and then entered his bedroom. Steve quickly locked his bedroom door and joined me in bed. Steve was so mentally exhausted by the conversations of the evening he fell asleep very quickly.