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Subject: My Step-Brother Jacob – Chapter 20 DISCLAIMER: The following story is FICTIONAL. It contains descriptions of sexual activities between teenage boys, and teenage boys and girls. If you are not over 18 years of age, or if you find this type of story offensive, or viewing this material is illegal where you are, then please DO NOT READ IT! If you choose to read it, then – I hope you enjoy it! My Step-Brother Jacob Chapter 20 ————————————————————————– Jacob and I sat and stared at Elizabeth incredulously. “I’m not sick,” she said, “I’m pregnant. The vomiting is just morning sickness.” Then she got out of the car and walked to the house, leaving Jacob and I gaping after her. We jumped out of the car, and followed her into the house. “You’re pregnant?” I asked, as she took her coat off. “Yes, I’m pregnant, and now I’m a widow,” she said, looking at me, wiping away some tears that were running down her cheeks. “I’m also very tired,” she continued, “so I’m going to lie down.” “Can I get you anything?” I asked. “No thank you,” she said, as she ascended the stairs. A moment later, we heard the door to her room close. Jacob and I looked at each other, as the realization of what Elizabeth had said set in. We were going to have a baby brother or sister, who wouldn’t ever know his or her father. We looked at each other, miserably. I knew Jacob was feeling the same thing I was – that it was our fault that the baby would never know its father. “Now what?” Jacob asked, looking at me. “I don’t know,” I said, “I suppose I should make a few phone calls though.” “Can I call Harry?” Jacob asked. “Yeah, go ahead, but don’t be on too long,” I said. “And Jacob,” I added, “Don’t tell anyone about what happened here this afternoon, you know, with Mike’s letter and the fight with Dad. It’s better if you and I are the only ones who know about that. Not even Harry, OK?” Jacob looked at me and nodded. I went to the bathroom, and then went to the livingroom and poured a large Scotch for myself from the liquor cabinet. Jacob finished his call, as I walked back into the hallway. “Harry’s really sorry,” Jacob said, “He says he’ll come by tomorrow.” “OK,” I said, “I’m going up to the Study to call a few people.” “OK,” Jacob said, and turned toward the Kitchen. “Shit, I’m sorry, are you hungry?” I asked. “No, not really. Don’t worry about it, I’ll just eat some cookies,” he said, as he disappeared into the Kitchen. I went up to the Study. As I sat down behind Dad’s desk, the phone rang. I picked it up. It was Andy. Harry had called him and told him what happened. “I’m so sorry John!” he said. “Thanks,” I said. “Do you want me to come over?” Andy asked. “No. I’m kind of busy. Calls to make and all,” I said, distantly. “Oh,” Andy said. There was an awkward silence, then Andy finally said, “Um, I guess I better let you make your calls then.” “Yeah, thanks,” I said. “OK. Bye then,” Andy said, sounding sad. “Bye,” I said, and hung up. I stared at the phone. I knew I’d hurt Andy’s feelings. I felt bad for having done that, but I just couldn’t talk with him. Not now. In fact, I wasn’t sure when I’d be able to talk with Andy. It was because of my feelings for him that Mike had killed himself, and now Dad was dead too, because of my feelings for both Andy and Jacob. How was I supposed to relate to Andy now, knowing this? I’d forever link Mike’s and Dad’s deaths to my feelings for Andy and Jacob. Oddly, I didn’t feel like I needed to distance myself from Jacob though, like I did with Andy. That confused me. I guessed, after some thought, that it must be because Jacob and I were brothers first and foremost, while Andy and I were primarily lovers. I reached into my pocket and took out the picture of myself that the Ambulance Driver had found in Dad’s hand, and looked at it. What had Dad been thinking about when he was hit? Was he still angry with me? Tears filled my eyes as I realized I’d never know what Dad had been thinking, and how we’d never get to talk about it and straighten things out. If only I hadn’t freaked out when I finished reading Boob’s letter! If only I’d gotten it away from Dad, or if I’d never gotten together with Andy, or … – there were a lot of ‘if onlys’. The bottom line was, that if certain things had never happened, my father wouldn’t have gotten distracted on his walk, or he wouldn’t even have been out walking, he’d still be here with us, sharing Elizabeth’s good news! I took a gulp of scotch and pushed all these thoughts from my mind, then reached for Dad’s rolodex and started to work my way through it looking for people I should call. First I called the army and spoke with his commanding officer, since Dad was scheduled to be on duty later that evening. He was shocked and extended his condolences. I called the hospital where Elizabeth worked too. It was a different one from where Dad died. I explained what happened, and that she’d be out for a while. They said to call if we needed anything. Then I called several different people in the UK from Dad’s rolodex. The people from the US would have to wait, as it was the middle of the night there. I’d call them the next day. When I was through, I stepped over to Elizabeth’s door and listened. I heard muffled crying. I tapped lightly and asked if there was anything she needed. There wasn’t she said. I went downstairs and let Jack out for a few minutes, then locked up and went back upstairs, and got ready for bed. Jacob was in his room, with the TV on low. I told him I was going to bed, then went into my room and shut the door. I stripped and crawled into bed. A few minutes later, there was a tap on the door. “Yeah?” I said. The door opened, and Jacob slipped in and closed it. “Can I sleep with you?” he asked. In the moonlit darkness, I looked at him. “That’s kind of what caused this mess, don’t you think?” I said. Jacob began to weep. “I’m sorry,” I said, “it’s just that I can’t stop thinking that it’s my fault, because of my feelings for you and Andy.” Jacob began to cry more. “I’m sorry Jacob, I love you! But -” “And I love you, and I need you right now! I’m still your brother!” he interrupted. “OK, c’mon,” I sighed. Jacob stripped his pants and briefs off and crawled quickly into bed, and snuggled up to me. “I’m sorry,” I said, “I do love you – very much! But I need for us to just be brothers for now – no sex – OK?” “K,” Jacob said, turning on his side to face me, and draping an arm over me, as I lay next to him on my back. His soft penis pressed up against my hip. After a couple minutes of silence, broken only by his sniffling, Jacob finally said, “John, it’s not your fault. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t yelled at him and said I was gay, and you were fucking me, he wouldn’t have gone for that walk!” “No Jake! You can’t ever think that way! It was NOT your fault! It was my fault. There were things in Mike’s letter, that you don’t know about. It wasn’t what you said that caused this. It was what Dad learned about me. It’s my fault, and nobody else’s!” I said. I felt a tear hit my chest, as Jacob started to weep again. “You and I were both there,” he said, “he didn’t leave until I hollered at him!” Then he began to sob in earnest. I wrapped my arms around him and tried to calm him down. Eventually, his crying abated, and he lay snuffling in my arms. “It wasn’t your hollering at him,” I said, “it was the realization of what I, as the responsible, older brother allowed to happen between us, and the realization of what I was doing with Andy that caused him to leave. It wasn’t you! It was me!” “Well, maybe you had a little to do with it,” he finally conceded, şişli travesti “but I was involved too. It was probably both of us!” “Dad loved you, Jacob, he wouldn’t want you blaming yourself for this!” I said. “Well, he loved you too, and wouldn’t want you to blame yourself either!” he retorted. “Yeah right,” I said, “Let’s drop it OK? Try to get some sleep if you can.” “K” he said, and squirmed around, getting more comfortable. A few minutes later, Jacob’s slow deep breathing told me the boy had fallen asleep. He splept peacefully in my arms the whole night. I never even dozed off though. I just laid awake, unable to fall asleep. The next morning, while Jacob still slept, I slipped out of bed, pulled my clothes on, and went downstairs to make a pot of coffee. I grabbed Dad’s rolodex on the way. After the coffee was brewed, I poured myself a cup, and sat down at the kitchen table with the phone, and started making calls to the US. After I’d called everyone I had to call for Dad, I called Van Gogh, and told him what had happened. He told me he’d call the other guys in the band, and Boob’s family too. I winced, when he mentioned Mike, but thanked him. I called Grandma and the twins last, so the boys would be home from school, and I could talk to them. I talked with all of them for some time. They all wanted to come to England for the funeral, but I talked them into waiting for Spring Break, like we’d planned on. I told them I’d need their visit more then, than right now. Finally, they agreed, but made me promise to call them each day for a while. I said I would. When I was done with my calls to the US, I called our school and talked with the headmaster, telling him what had happened. He expressed his condolences, and asked if there was anything he could do. I asked him to please have our teachers get our homework together for us, and send it and our books home to us with Harry and Laney. He said he would do that. I chose them, because Laney had a car, and they wouldn’t have to lug them on the bus. And I still didn’t know what to do about Andy. Elizabeth quietly walked into the Kitchen, as I was finishing my call to the school. “Oh Shit!” she said, her hands flying to her mouth, “I forgot to call work last night!” “I called them, and I called Dad’s CO,” I said. “Oh, Thank you,” she said, looking at me sadly. Her eyes were all puffy and red. “Did you sleep at all?” I asked her. “No, you?” she asked. “Nope!” I replied. “How’s Jacob?” she asked. “Better than us,” I replied, “he slept all night.” “Was he with you?” she asked. “Yeah,” I said, looking down at the table. “I’m glad he has you,” she said, “he so loves you and looks up to you!” I looked at her as my eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry,” she said, walking over and stroking my hair, “I didn’t mean to upset you.” “I know,” I said, clearing my throat and trying to think of something else. “Would you like some breakfast?” I asked finally. “No, I’ll just make a pot of tea I think,” she said. Then she busied herself setting a pot of water to boil. Jacob stumbled into the kitchen then, still half asleep. He poured himself some juice and sat down at the table across from me. Elizabeth, watched him gulping the juice, and suddenly ran for the bathroom, holding her mouth. “Damn! That’s got to be miserable!” Jacob said looking toward the bathroom, as we heard Elizabeth getting sick. “Yeah, I hope it doesn’t last the whole nine months,” I said. “John?” Jacob said, looking at me questioningly. “What?” I asked. “Um, I’ve been thinking, and well, um, since Dad’s gone now, um, are you still gonna stay here with me and Mum?” he asked, looking at me nervously. “Of course he is,” said Elizabeth, who’d reappeared from the bathroom, “this is his home, and we are his family.” I looked at Elizabeth and smiled, “I hadn’t actually thought about it. I guess I’m legally an orphan now.” I said sadly. “No, you’re not!” Elizabeth said. “Your father signed a document, just after you arrived here, making me your legal guardian, until you’re 18, if anything happened to him,” she said, “I guess then, that for the next few weeks, until you’re 18, I’m your guardian.” I looked at her blinking, “he never mentioned that to me,” I said. “I can show you the document,” she said. “No! I believe you,” I said, “It’s just that he never told me, that’s all.” “Oh,” she said, “Well, since I’m your guardian, I’m telling you that you have to stay here with me, at least until you’re 18. I know that’s coming up soon. But, also John, even after you’re 18, you’re welcome to live here with us as long as you’d like. I’d like that, and I know that Jacob would too.” I felt tears welling up in my eyes again, as I got up and went and hugged Elizabeth and thanked her. “So will you stay after you’re 18 then?” Jacob looked at me, still quite nervously. “Probably,” I said, “Especially since there’s a baby on its way. You guys are going to need some help I think.” Elizabeth looked at me sadly, as tears filled her eyes, “We’d like that very much. I’d so thought we’d be having a happy time now, with the baby coming, now – poor Alan never even knew…” her voice trailed off, and she sank down in a chair, sobbing. I knelt next to the chair and held her, and Jacob came over and knelt next to me, putting an arm around her as well. “We’ll still be happy about the baby anyway Mum,” he said. She wrapped her arms around us, hugging us both. After a few minutes, I stood up and told Elizabeth and Jacob to go sit at the table. I made eggs and toast for all of us. I skipped the bacon, given Elizabeth’s condition. As we were eating, the doorbell rang. I answered it. It was the Army Chaplin. I let him in, and he joined us for a cup of coffee. He offered his and the Army’s condolences, and said a couple of prayers for Dad, and for us. Then he gave us his card, and told us to give it to the Funeral Director, so that arrangements for the military portion of the funeral could be arranged. Then he left. The phone started ringing soon after. It rang on and off all day. We all showered, and got dressed soon after breakfast. It was a good thing too, as people kept showing up at the door. Neighbors with food, florists with bouquets, other deliveries, and so on. At 1:00, I took Elizabeth to the funeral home and we made arrangements for the funeral and selected a coffin. We also gave them the Army Chaplin’s card. They promised to coordinate everything, so that Dad would have a full-blown military funeral. When we got back home, Elizabeth said she was going to take a nap. Jacob and I were sitting in the livingroom, making lists of people to thank for the various deliveries we’d received, when the doorbell rang. Jacob answered it. It was Harry, Laney, and Andy. Laney had driven them over after school. Laney was the first one through the door. She gave Jacob a hug and a kiss, and said how sorry she was. As I stood up, she ran over and wrapped her arms around me, and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. She held me in her arms and told me how sorry she was. Andy gave Jacob a hug and a kiss, then stood in the doorway, looking miffed. Harry came over then and said, “C’mon, give the rest of us a turn, Laney!” She smiled, and backed away so Harry could give me a hug. He said he was sorry. I hugged him and kissed him quickly on top of his head. Andy stepped over to me then, and put his arms around me. I let him hug me. He whispered in my ear, “I’m so sorry John! And if Laney wasn’t here, I’d be more demonstrative!” “Thanks, I know,” I muttered, breaking our hug. We all sat down then. I sat on the couch, with Laney on one side, and Andy on the other. Jacob and Harry sat in the high beylikdüzü travesti winged-back chairs. Quietly, Andy said, “So, do you know anything more about what caused the accident?” Jacob and I looked quickly at each other, a miserable look passing between us. “No,” I said, “nothing more than we’ve told you.” “Um, you’ve gotten a lot of pretty flowers,” Laney piped up, in an attempt to change the subject. We began to talk about the funeral arrangements then. After a few minutes, Jacob asked Harry to go up to his room for a few minutes, he wanted to hear about school, he said. Andy and Laney started telling me about things at school then too. After a while, the clock struck 4:00, and Laney said that they’d have to get going. She had to get to work soon. Andy looked at her and said, “well, Laney, you can probably take off. John can drive me and Harry home.” “Actually,” I said, quickly, because I really didn’t want to have to talk alone with Andy yet, “I have to hang around here today – lot’s to do yet, so, Laney, can you drop Andy off?” Laney looked like the cat that swallowed the canary, as she said, “Sure! No problem!” Andy sat looking at me with a hurt, confused look on his face. Noticing Andy’s look, Laney, quietly got up and excused herself to use the bathroom a moment. “What gives John?” Andy asked me, sounding hurt. “I told you,” I said, uncomfortably, “I got things I have to do.” Andy looked at me and said, “No, there’s more. What’s wrong?” “Andy! I just lost my father for Christ’s sake! Can’t you cut me some slack?” I said. “I’m sorry,” he said, looking at me, his blue eyes watering up, “Sure, No problem.” “I just need to be alone,” I said. “Alone, without me?” he asked, his voice filled with pain. “For now, yeah,” I said. Andy got up and went to get his coat. “Andy!” I said, “I’m sorry! Please! Just, can you give me some space for a while? It’s not you! It’s me! OK?” “Yeah, sure John,” he said despondently, “I just would’ve thought you’d have wanted me to be around for you. It’s how I’d want it if it was me who was in your situation.” “I know, and I’m sorry!” I said, “I’m serious, it’s not you – it’s just the way I have to have things for now.” “OK, no problem,” Andy said. He looked at me with tears in his eyes. To make matters worse, Jacob and Harry tumbled down the stairs then, and it was obvious from the looks on their faces, that they’d been having a quickie up in Jacob’s room. Just then, Laney appeared again, and said “Oh good, we’re all ready to go then.” She turned and faced Jacob and me and said “I’m so sorry guys. If you need anything, just call me!” Jacob thanked her. She mussed his hair, then wrapped her arms around me and gave me a sensual kiss. Sensual enough to cause me to pop a boner! Andy looked on in utter misery, and headed for the door. “Andy!” I said, as Laney let go of me. He stopped. Laney looked at us, then herded Harry out the door, telling Andy not to dawdle. Jacob, surreptitiously disappeared into the livingroom. “What?” Andy asked, looking at me, his eyes obviously filled with pain. “I’m sorry! It’s not you!” I said. “I love you!” Andy said. “I know,” I replied, not able to say it back to him, nor being about to move any closer to him. I saw tears of pain fill his eyes, as he stood looking at me. I couldn’t move or say anything else. I just stared at him, as I felt an intense pain begin to burn in my stomach. Finally, he turned and walked out the door. Laney beeped her horn as she pulled out the driveway. Through the window, I saw Laney and Harry waving. Andy was looking the other way. My chest hurt too now, as well as the buring feeling in my stomach. I loved Andy and hated myself for hurting him, yet, I was overcome with guilt over my father’s and Mike’s deaths. My eyes started to brim with tears. Jacob snuck back into the hallway and wrapped his arms around me, hugging me. He looked up at me and said, “It wasn’t your fault, or Andy’s fault that they died. You gotta stop blaming yourself!” I started to cry then. Jacob held me in his arms, while I sobbed on his shoulder. When I finally stopped, I still felt miserable, but at least the pains in my chest and stomach had gone away. Jacob snored in my arms again that night. I only dozed on and off for one or two hours. The next day there were still a lot of phone calls, deliveries, and visitors. I also spent a few hours, alone in Dad’s study, with the decanter of scotch, writing his eulogy. The Army Chaplin called and asked me to do it. So I didn’t really have much of a choice. That evening was the wake. It was hard to look at my father, laying in the coffin. Elizabeth stood near the head of it, and rarely took her eyes off him, which made it even harder for me and Jacob. The undertaker had done a nice job making Dad look good. He was dressed in his full-dress military uniform, with all his medals on his chest. The Flag was folded and tucked in next to him. There was a small military service and a prayer service as well. I didn’t know most of the people who attended, other than a few army officers, and our neighbors. Harry, Laney and their parents came shortly after the wake started. Harry looked dapper in a black suit. Jacob must’ve noticed too, as it appeared he developed a slight bulge in his crotch, once Harry arrived. Laney had on a pretty black dress, and red lipstick. Both gave Elizabeth, Jacob and I warm hugs, and told us how sorry they were, and offered whatever help they could. About twenty minutes later, Andy arrived with his parents. Andy had on a dark gray suit, and his blonde hair looked gorgeous against it. I felt my cock begin to harden a bit at the sight of him. He looked extremely nervous though, especially, whenever our eyes locked. Jacob sidled over to me and whispered to me, “Try to say something nice to him. You were pretty rough on him yesterday.” I looked down at Jacob. He looked back into my eyes with one of those, ‘you know I’m right’ looks. When it was Andy’s turn to speak with me, he looked at me nervously. I could see he was still awfully hurt. Jacob nudged me toward him, so I stepped closer to Andy. Uncertainly, he put his arms around me. I hugged him. As he hugged me back, I whispered into his ear “I’m sorry about yesterday. I know I hurt you. It’s nothing you’ve done. It’s me. I have some issues I have to work through. But, I do love you! You just have to be patient with me and give me some time. OK?” I felt Andy squeeze me harder then. I squeezed him back. Tears filled my eyes. As we parted, I saw Andy had tears in his eyes too. He smiled. I smiled back, then he moved on, as the line was backing up. Jacob smiled up at me, as I looked down at him, wondering if things would ever be the same again between me and Andy. I didn’t see Andy anymore at the wake, as his parents had to get home. They were all at the funeral though the next day, as were Harry, Laney, and their parents. The funeral was long and drawn out. It began at the funeral home, progressed to the church, and ended at the cemetery. It was a mixture of religious and military prayers, ceremonies, and honors. At the church, after the mass itself was over I delivered the eulogy. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do. I started out OK, talking about how I remembered him from when I was a little boy, but as I got nearer the end and talked about our recent relationship, it got harder, especially with my hidden knowledge of how everything ended. It didn’t help to see Jacob sitting in the pew in front of me with tears running down his cheeks. By the final paragraph, I was crying openly as I read from the paper I’d written. My grief caused istanbul travesti many of the people in attendance to begin crying as well. Finally, I finished, and made my way back to me seat, where I sat, hung my head and sobbed. The military service at the cemetery was rough too. The bugle playing “Taps” got a lot of people crying. And I flinched at each volley of the rifle salute. When they folded the flag and presented it to Elizabeth, she started sobbing uncontrollably. And, finally, as they lowered Dad’s coffin into the ground, as a bagpiper piped “Amazing Grace”, all three of us were sobbing. After the funeral, we had a reception at the army post. Many military people were there, as well as friends and neighbors. Harry and Laney’s parents invited Andy to come to the reception with them, as his parents had to leave after the burial. He accepted. Jacob and I sat at a table with them, much of the time. I was utterly exhausted, and could barely stay awake. I’d only had about 2 hours sleep I figured, since Dad had died. We were all glad when the reception was over, and we could go home. The next few days, we just laid around the house, not doing anything, other than writing thank-you notes for everyone’s kindnesses. Harry and Laney stopped by each day after school. Andy didn’t come with them though. I never asked why. Jacob and Harry usually disappeared up to Jacob’s room or down to the cellar, and Laney and I sat in the livingroom and talked, or watched TV. Sometime later, Jacob and Harry would reappear, both smiling, and flushed. Laney never caught onto what was going on. I, however, realized they were having sex. On Sunday afternoon, Elizabeth was invited to a friend’s for tea. She accepted, and went. Jacob and I were home alone. Harry and Laney came by. As usual, Jacob and Harry excused themselves to go down cellar to “play with Jacob’s trains”. Laney and I were left alone. We were sitting on the couch together. Laney moved her leg over, so it was up against mine, and leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I hadn’t had sex or even jacked off in days, so I popped an instant boner. Laney lost no time, groping for it. As her hand massaged my hardon, I felt hornier than I’d been in a long time. I kissed her hungrily, and squeezed her breasts. She quickly removed her blouse and bra. I tore my T-shirt off. We kissed again, as I fondled her pert breasts. Then I nibbled the nipples of each one. “OH GOD!” she groaned. She stood up and pulled her jeans and underpanties off and stood naked in front of me, rubbing her hand seductively up and down her bush, her middle finger disappearing as it pressed between her labia. I stood up and moved toward her. She reached out and unbuckled my belt, loosened my jeans and pushed them and my brief’s to the floor, releasing my stiff rod. She gasped and smiled with glee as she saw my tool, aimed straight for her. Laney dropped to her knees, and hungrily swallowed my cock into her mouth and began sucking up and down on it. “OOHHH!!!!!!” I exclaimed. Her mouth felt wonderful. After a minute, she stopped and told me to lie down on my back on the floor. I did as she told me to. As I laid there, my dick pointing at the ceiling, she straddled my hips and lowered herself down onto my cock. “Wait!” I cried, “We don’t have a condom!” “Relax! I’m on the pill!” she said. Ordinarily, especially after my experience with Lynn, when Dylan was conceived, I’d have stopped her. Given my current state of mind though, I didn’t care. I let her lower herself onto me. Moaning sedcutively, Laney slowly lowered herself onto me, until my entire 9″ was buried deep within her hot, dripping vagina. Then she began to slowly fuck up and down. “SONOFABITCH! This feels great!” I exclaimed, as she humped up and down on me. I reached up and fondled her tits, gently squeezing her nipples between my forefingers and thumbs. She was making mewing sounds, and humping away on me, while I moaned with pleasure, as suddenly we heard Harry yell “LANEY!” from the doorway. We stopped and looked. There stood Harry and Jacob, their mouths hanging open in shock. Standing behind them, with tears in his eyes was Andy! Laney covered her breasts, as I stared at them in horror. Andy was the first to move. He bolted out the front door. Jacob ran upstairs then. Finally, Harry, who looked angry, stalked out the front door. Laney and I looked at each other. After a few seconds, she said “I’m too ‘close’ to stop now.” And she started fucking me again. I felt miserable, but soon forgot, as my passion began to mount again. Jacob had run up to his room, and was lying on his bed, with varying emotions passing through his mind. He was hurt and angry. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he began to cry. Harry got in the back seat of Laney’s car, fuming with anger. He was mad at both Laney and me for hurting Andy, and at me, because he felt eventually, I’d hurt Laney. He too succumbed to tears of anger and frustration. Poor Andy had run down the street. Blinded by tears, he ran behind an empty house. He slid on some ice and fell, badly bruising and slicing open his knee. There in the snow, he curled up into a fetal position, and lay sobbing, clutching his hurt, bleeding knee. Meanwhile, Laney was riding me like wild. We were both, fast approaching our climax. As the three miserable boys each lay alone crying, Laney and I exploded, having a mutual spine-shattering orgasm. I emptied my balls deep within her, filling her with my seed. Laney squealed with delight at each spasm of her orgasm. When it was over, she collapsed on top of me. We both lay breathing heavily. After a minute, I pushed Laney off me, and said miserably, “We shouldn’t have done that!” Laney looked at me. “Wasn’t it good for you?” she asked. I turned onto my side away from her, so she couldn’t see the tears of misery fill my eyes. I couldn’t get the image of Andy’s agonized face out of my mind. Finally, I said, “Yeah, it was! But you need to find Harry and talk to him, and I have to find Jake, and Andy if I can.” “I know,” she said. I wiped my eyes dry, and got up. Laney got up too. We silently dressed. Laney, looked hurt, and I could tell she was confused. “You were great. Really. Just bad timing.” I said. She stretched up and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then left. I saw her getting into her car. Harry was in the back seat, looking miserable. She pulled out of the driveway and left. I scanned the area for Andy, but didn’t see him, so I went to look for Jacob. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me, down the street, Andy’s crying finally abated somewhat. Slowly, he got up out of the snow and brushed himself off. Then he limped back out to the road. He glanced miserably back at our house, then turned toward his own house. It would be a long 8 km walk, especially with a hurt and bleeding knee. Tears started running down his face again. After he’d limped along a while, it began to snow, and it got dark. He was almost hit by a Lorry, as it sped by. Scared, that he might get hit, his knee throbbing, and his heart crushed by finding me and Laney having sex, he sat down off the edge of the road in the snow and gave into his sobbing again. A few cars passed by. Then one slowed down and stopped. “HEY!” called a gruff voice. Andy looked up. It was the bully from school who’d called him a fag back in November, the one whose nose I had broken. Another kid from school was driving. They looked at Andy and the bully said “Hey Fag! We’ll give you a ride, if you suck us both off!” Andy stared at them, as they laughed at him. Then he got up, limped over to the car, opened the back door and got in. “Fine!” he said. The two guys looked at each other in surprise. Then the boy who was driving, stepped on the gas, and they started to drive down the road. ————————————————————————- The next chapter in this series will be published shortly.

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