*~*This story takes a bit of a dark turn in this chapter; I'm not exactly sure why, it's just what flowed out so I went with it and did the best I could (Possibly colored by my person fantasies on rape and incest). I tried my best to convey emotion without diving too deeply into it. I did wrap up the ending in what I hope is a steamy bit of storytelling.
As a forewarning: If depictions of forced incestuous encounters, even only lightly touched upon, or the emotions of dealing with said incestuous rape are troubling for you, please skip this chapter.*~*
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I lay sandwiched between Jon and Jamie, my head in the crook of Jon's shoulder while Jamie lay spooned against my side, his leg draped across mine; all of our hands rubbing and caressing each other.
I never would have thought my little adventure to the adult arcade would have ended with me going home with anyone, nor that I'd end the night well fucked and laying naked with these two brothers. Brothers. Well, technically step brothers, but brothers nonetheless.
"Stepbrothers, huh? How did that happen?" I asked, looking from one to the other.
They looked at each other, smiling. "Well," Jon said. "That's an interesting story..." He paused and looked across me at Jamie, who turned his face away from us and rested his head on my shoulder. He seemed almost shy all of a sudden and I was becoming very intrigued. I felt Jamie's head slowly nod against my shoulder, giving his approval, and Jon started telling me their story.
"We met about twelve years ago, when I was sixteen and Jamie was twelve, when our parents started dating.
"My parents divorced when I was eight years old. My mom stayed single for a while, but eventually started dating off and on, but nothing very serious for quite a long time.
"Jamie's mom passed away when he was quite young and his dad had a hard time dealing with it. He mourned and started drinking and he got angry at his wife over being left alone. He loved Jamie's mom deeply and for the longest time he couldn't see himself with another woman, so he just stayed drunk and angry. Unfortunately he started taking that anger out on Jamie."
I felt Jamie nuzzle closer into my side, it was obvious it still bothered him pretty deeply. I wrapped my arm around his back and pulled him into me as Jon continued.
"Our parents were set up together by some of their friends and they went out on a few dates and then started getting serious with each other. They got along really well from the beginning, they seemed very much in love. Naturally, we did things together as a family; movie nights, dinners out, little vacations together, that kind of stuff. Jamie and I hit it off right away since we learned we had quite a lot in common. I knew right away that he was gay, but I also knew there was something going on in his life that had him sad and withdrawn. I started doing my best to be a good big brother for him, someone he could trust and that would always look after him, but he would never open up to me about his sadness.
"Our parents got married about a year after they started dating. Just a small ceremony with family and close friends. They bought a house together, big enough for all of us, and we settled into a nice little family unit.
"Jamie and I became really close, closer than just brothers. We explored our sexuality and each other, nothing heavy at this point, I could tell he was reluctant to let things get too heavy, so it was just touching and petting and jacking each other off. He would sneak into my room at night and sleep cuddled up against me, and it didn't take me long to realize that my protective nature over him was because I was falling in love with him."
Jon reached across my body and took Jamie's hand in his, resting then on my belly, and his thumbs started tracing little circles on the back of Jamie's hand.
"Just before my eighteenth birthday, my grandfather passed away. In his will, he left me a good bit of money and a piece of commercial property downtown. I'd always been pretty level headed, so instead of going crazy with the money I started planning a business. I always wanted a cafe or something like that, so the idea for the coffee and sandwich shop was birthed. I started doing research on business licenses, taxes, fees, health inspections...all that stuff that is involved with opening a business like that."
"I had turned eighteen and was close to graduating and I had taken a day to go to the county commissioners office to start the application processes and just after lunch time I came back home."
"I came upstairs and was heading to my room to get a folder on menu items that I was going to need for a meeting with a food distributor when I heard a soft crying coming from Jamie's room, so I crept across the hall and listened at the door. It was definitely Jamie crying, but I could also hear a deeper voiced, this angry grumbling, and I got concerned so I cracked open the door and froze where I stood."
There was a pause as the memories hit him and obviously had an effect even after so long. He looked over at Jamie and their eyes met. I looked and saw that tears were forming in Jamie's eyes.
"Jamie looked at me standing in the door, his eyes pooling with tears. That look on his face still haunts me. He was begging me to help him with just his eyes."
"His dad was laying across his back, pressing him down on the bed by his neck. He was sweating and grunting, fucking him savagely as he mumbled something about Jamie's mom left so now he owes him. He meant that Jamie owed him sex, he owed him his body to fuck since his mom was no longer there."
"My heart broke hearing him make excuses for raping his own son. I wondered how long this had been going on, and I knew immediately it was the reason Jamie always seemed sad and withdrawn. I got so damned angry, I ran at the bed screaming and I punched his dad in the head and I kept punching until he fell over off of Jamie, and then I punched him some more. Jamie had curled up on himself, laying there crying, and I pulled him up from the bed, grabbed his clothes and we left."
"I swore to him then that no one would ever hurt him again. I swore I would love him and always treat him like a prince, if he would let me."
I wiped tears from my eyes and saw that they were both crying as well. This was so much more than I expected to hear when I asked about their story. A gentleness towards both of them opened up in my heart and I was very glad I had decided to go home with them tonight.
"I rented a room at the motel in Gastonville a few miles out of town. We tried going about like things were normal; we went to school, Jamie to his job at the grocery store, at least until his dad started going there and harassing him, trying to make him come outside to his car and talk. I finished up all the applications for the coffee shop and while I waited for them to be approved we had a bunch of our friends help us and we turned the office space above the coffee shop into a little apartment and we both moved in there. It was tough convincing my mom to let Jamie come with me, we didn't want to tell her about the reason why, she was confused about why we both just sort of took off but it was hard enough for Jamie that I knew, we didn't want him to have to face her and knowing she knew as well. We tried playing it off with her that we were just sleeping over with friends or whatever, but I wouldn't let Jamie step foot in that house again, not with him there. I went back for anything we needed during times I knew neither of them would be there, but after about a month we were living full time in the apartment and mom came by with gifts for us for the new place, chatting about how independent we had become and that she was proud of us."
"I don't know if it was shame, or guilt, or remorse, or whatever, but his dad left a few months after I opened the coffee shop without a word. One day he was just gone and none of us have heard from him since."
"We made our way in that little apartment for a few years. We grew together and we healed." Jon said, squeezing Jamie's hand again. "It took a lot for Jamie to overcome his reluctance to accept the fact that sex wasn't always like what he'd learned from his dad, that it could be beautiful and fulfilling, that it could be about mutual pleasure, not just pain and shame."
"The coffee shop has done very well over the years, eventually we bought this house and moved in. As far as we know, no one knows that we're lovers; not that we care if they do. We're happy in ourselves and with each other." Jon looked at me and grinned. "And we are comfortable enough in what we have together to have little adventures, like finding you."
Jamie turned his head to look at me and propped his chin on my chest, grinning. "Do you know how many dicks we had to suck before you showed back up at the arcade?" He said.
Jon chuckled and swatted at him. "Like you minded!" He said. "It's not like you'd turn down an anonymous dick through a hole."
Jamie took on a mock shocked expression. "Well, I had to do something to occupy my time while we waited on Stephen to finally show up."
