The Martyr of Antar-COMPLETED

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Chapter 110


Michael came out of his room dressed for riding and knocked on Laurie’s room. She came out in a t-shirt, jeans and sneakers.

- Oh you meant a walk on horseback? - Laurie said, surprised.

- Yes, I want to say goodbye to the horses. Ok? - He asked.

- Let’s go. - She took hold of his hand they walked over to the stables. Michael got the horses ready and gave Laurie a leg up. He got on and took the trail going past the schooling ring. Laurie reached over and placed her hand on Michael’s thigh.

- I hope you’ll accept my invitation to come back here anytime you want for as long as you want. I know it’s been a suck spring break with all that has happened to you, I just hope it doesn’t keep you from coming back. -

Michael covered her hand with his and gave it a squeeze.

- When things are going to happen, it doesn’t matter where you are, they just do. I’m glad it was where I had all of you there for me. I’d love to come back if you will have me. - He assured her.

- Michael, this is your home as much as it is mine. I feel bad that you can’t live here with me, I’d love you to. -

- Yeah, that would be cool, maybe eventually I will, but right now, we’re still in the middle of some conflicts and problems because of who we are, and we don’t want to put you in danger by overexposing you to us.I want to be sure it’s totally safe before I come back here. -

- Thanks for worrying about me, but now that you leave it will get kind of lonely, you know? -

- Well what are you up to? You’re going to college? - Michael tried to change the subject, feeling sorry for her. He knew what it was to be lonely.

- I’ve got to graduate high school first, I’ve lost many years, so I’m working full time to catch up. I’ve done two years in one, with the help of the teachers and I’m trying out the same next time, too, to see if I can make it by next year.- She sounded a little doubtful. - It keeps me busy. -

- You’ll make it, you’ll see. - Michael told her confidently.

- I sure hope so, it’s so hard, like it was when I was a kid. I had no friends, when the other kids found out I was wealthy, they automatically thought I was a snobby jerk and avoided me and looked at me like I was some kind of freak. - She shook her head in disgust. - They still do. -

- Yeah, I know what you mean. It was the same at the orphanage when they found out I had been found buck naked in the dessert. Kids are mean, you know, they’d go: “Why did your folks abandon you?” “What’s wrong with you, huh?” I hated it! - Michael shuddered.

- At least I went home after school, to tag along with Grandpa. Mom and Dad were never home, he was always on business meetings till late at night. Now I know he must have been with his real love. - She scoffed.
- Mom was too busy with her friends, Aunt Mere and Uncle Bobby didn’t like kids and made it quite clear. I guess that’s why I found it so hard to relate with other kids. - Laurie remembered.

- And Sylvia? - Michael asked.

- Anita and Rubén didn’t live here, Rubén came to work every day and went back home to them. Anita and Sylvia came over on the weekends. -

- And Grandmother? -

- She was a sweet old lady, always with an apron, cooking. She kept herself busy with her church. They said she was doing some kind of penance for Grandpa’s lunacy with the UFO’s which embarrassed the whole family to no ends. Grandpa hated the church, called them retarded hypocrites. - She giggled. - Now tell me about yourself, how bad was it at the orphanage? -

- I’ve never told anyone about that. - He sighed. - But you’re family…-

- Max and Isabel are also your family, they’re your cousins, right? -

- Yes, they’re family on my alien side, you’re on my human side. You know? They’ve never asked. - He shrugged.

- Maybe they didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. Sorry, I didn’t mean to…-

- No, it’s ok. I want you to know. Hey, let’s go there. - He turned his horse to a narrow track on the right, and her horse followed him.

There were some trees just ahead and a small pool in the middle, it looked like an oasis. She’d never been there before.

- Where did this come from? - She asked smiling.

- Oh, I found it the other day, I brought Maria here. She loved it. I wanted to show it to you before I left.
He slid down and helped Laurie, receiving her in his arms. He took her hand and led her to the side of the pool under a big tree, leaving the horses to graze contentedly. He lay on the grass on his good side and patted the ground beside him. Laurie sat with her back against the treetrunk. Michael reached for her hands and he let her see him, like he did with Maria on the night he thought he was leaving. The connection was immediate.

Laurie saw sheriff Valenti carrying the boy, covered with an adult sized wifebeater, over his shoulder and laying him gently on his side on the couch of what looked like an office. The woman at the desk called loudly for someone named Maggie, and she came and gently coaxed the boy to his feet. The wife beater fell to the ground, and he stepped out of it and she took his hand. Michael went willingly with her. She had him lie down on a bed and when she started examining him, he rolled over on his stomach and grabbed the sides of the bed. She couldn’t make him turn over, so she did what she had to like he was. She managed to get a blood sample from his leg, looking ready to jump aside if he decided to kick her, but he just shut his eyes tight, gritted his teeth and took it. She checked his rectal temperature and gave him two shots before she returned and told them the boy seemed quite healthy. She told them she had given him a polio vaccine and a flu shot just in case. She would check his blood type to maybe determine where he came from, cause he definitely didn’t speak English, but everything was normal. The other woman told her to get him some clothes and let him stay with her for the rest of the day. She went back and helped him into some shorts, t-shirt, socks and high top basketball kind sneakers because they were the only ones his size. The other lady joined her and they both tried to communicate with him. They pointed to themselves and said: “I’m Maggie.” “I’m Janet.” Then they pointed at him and he understood what they wanted and said clearly: “Rath-Michael”. They thought “Rath” must be “I’m” in his language so it was clear his name was Michael. But that was all he said. They fed him and gave him books full of pictures and he slept most of the afternoon. They fed him again and he slept until next day. Maggie gave him a bath, dressed him and took him to a room where Janet and a man dressed in white were waiting. He gave him many tests with picture sequences and Michael caught on real fast and got them right on the first try. The three adults looked at each other arching their eyebrows in surprise. Then they took him to a classroom and introduced him to the kids there, but once they were outside, at the playground, they surrounded him and started asking their nasty questions which he didn’t understand then. The teacher came over and kept him by her. Later he was taken to a large room with the other boys and he just lay on the bed and grabbed it like he had at Maggie’s and ignored them even when they poked him, until they left him alone. In the evening, the lady in charge of that room, tucked him in, but when she left the room, he pushed and kicked the blanket all the way down to his knees. Next day they all went to a bathroom with a line of showers and the guy there showed him how to open the taps and graduate the water. Michael was taken to the man in white to get assistance with the English language. Then Laurie saw Michael with the doctor and Janet and Maggie, and the doctor told them he was amazed at his progress in the last three weeks, so he just thought he must have been through a traumatic experience and was quite quickly recovering from it. He was now talking as any 6 year old was expected to but he couldn’t remember what had happened to him, who his family was, and where he came from. He was now left alone with the other kids in the playground but the first time, he saw two of the bigger boys bullying a girl and he went over and grabbed one by the hair and threw him back on the ground. As the other one turned to see what was going on with his friend, Michael grabbed him by the throat and wouldn’t let go even though he was kicking out at him and the other boys were hitting him trying to make him let go. It was the teacher who finally got his hand away when the boy was beginning to turn blue and he sat on the floor coughing and wheezing.
Michael was back with the shrink one hour daily, drilling into him that it was wrong fighting and attacking other boys, even if he thought what they were doing wasn’t right, that he should just call a teacher. But he couldn’t help himself, everytime he saw the bullies at work, he just had to go over and they took off. The girls stuck to him cause they felt protected and they were his friends. A few boys his age, but small and skinny stuck to him too for the same reasons. He had been placed in what they called the “maybe” group: the ones up to 5 years old, were easier to get adopted, from 6 to 12 it was possible but not that easy, and from 13 on, nobody wanted them.

Michael felt Laurie had a question so he stopped the connection letting go of her hands and opening his eyes.

- What is it? - He asked her.

- You never used your powers when you got pissed at those boys? -

- No, luckily I kind of did during the first days, when I passed by a room and saw this bigger boy pulling at a girl’s hair. I shouted the only word I had caught up yet which was, of course, Hey! And I raised my hand at him and a spark shot to his hand. I guess that was the best I could do then, but it scared the shit out of them. The boy took off screaming and the girl stared at my with her eyes and mouth open wide, and then she started screaming too. I didn’t know what was wrong with them, and the boy came back running with a teacher saying I had thrown a lit match at him. The boy had been looking the other way, but the girl had seen what had really happened. The teacher whacked me hard on the butt and took me to a room and locked me in there until Janet came and showed me a picture of a lit match and screamed NO! three times and whacked my butt again. I didn’t get it, so I just looked down cause I was frustrated and she took it as if I was sorry, and let me out of the room. I went back to the other kids, and the boys stared at me kind of like scared but not wanting to show it. The girl came over and took my hand and told me she was sorry, and thanked me for helping her. I decided to watch what the other kids did, and do the same, to be safe. Later, when I could speak, she asked me how I had done it, when I asked what, she said “send that spark to the boy’s hand.” I sensed that she found it unusual so I remembered what the teacher had said, and I told her it had been a match. She just shook her head and didn’t ask me again, but she stayed by me so I guessed she was still my friend. I never tried it again. -

- So Hank took you in? -

- Yeah, but that was much later. About three years. I went to other places before. - He shook his head. - Weird experiences. -

- Tell me. -

- Ok. - Michael took her hands again and connected.

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Chapter 111

Amy, Maria’s mother had come once and they took him to her, hoping she would take him in, but she just caressed his face and said no thank you. Michael was disappointed cause she seemed a nice lady. It made him sad.
It was mid-February, almost four months after he had arrived at the orphanage, and they thought it was safe to try to find him a home. They had decided he was defensive, not aggressive, so they found a family who wanted a boy. They had an 8 year old boy and thought a kid brother would give their son some sense of responsibility. They had seen most of the 6 and 7 year olds, and chosen Michael. Once they had done all the paperwork, they introduced themselves as Nina and Brad and took him to their car. Their son had wanted to stay there The parents introduced him to Michael and he just stared at him, so Michael did the same. At their insistence, the boy, Joey, said “Hi” so Michael did the same. The kid was sullen, he seemed to dislike the whole idea, and the trip to their home was uncomfortably quiet. It was about 4 pm on a Sunday.
From what little Michael had seen of him, he had a paunch, and he thought he was a fat slob. But when he got down, he was a weird looking kid, he did have a paunch, like an old man, but the rest of him was thin, with spindly legs like a stork. They were taken to their room, where a second bed had been added, and Michael found new clothes and sneakers on top of a wooden chest at the foot of the bed. The lady told him they were his now. Michael thanked her and she told him he would share Joey’s toys.
When they were left alone, the boy told him he wouldn’t share his toys and he didn’t want a brother. Michael shrugged and lay down, with his face in the pillow and closed his eyes. He didn’t want to be there either. When the mother came back in, Joey was sitting on the floor playing with his toy cars.
He told his mother the kid didn’t want to play with him. She shook him thinking he was asleep, and he pretended to wake up. They had dinner and they sat on the living room watching TV. Michael was bored, he stretched out on the floor and buried his face in his arms. Nina was worried and went to him and touched his cheek thinking he was feverish, but he was ok. He said so when she asked him. He said he just missed his friends. Next day she drove them to school, took him to the principal, who already knew of the new kid, he was given a locker for his books, and as soon as the mother left, Joey took off and left him on his own. He followed some kids into a class but the teacher told him it was the wrong one and sent him to his classroom with another kid. He managed fairly well during the day, had lunch alone until Joey and a couple of other kids came to tease him and he grabbed one by the front of the shirt and tossed him to the ground like a rag and was sent to the principal. Joey defended his friend, of course, and Nina had to pick him up from the detention room. Michael told her what had happened and she knew Joey was jealous, and she had a talk with him at home. The week went by ok, cause now they knew they couldn’t mess with him, but he was on his own. On Saturday Brad and Joey went for a jog, and took Michael along. He stayed behind checking the place which was kind of nice, with trees and a fenced highway. A scruffy looking older boy passed on a bike and a dog was running after him. It came to Michael and they started playing. The others were gone, and Michael decided to turn back home and the dog went with him. By the time he arrived, Brad and Joey were already back at the kitchen drinking lemonade and Michael went in through the front door wanting to show them the dog. Nina was sitting on the couch reading a magazine when Michael came in with the dog and closed the door. Nina jumped up when she saw the dog, and the second the door closed, the dog went nuts. It started running all around the place, its feet were muddy and it jumped on the ivory coloured sofas, couches and carpet leaving them all filthy. Nina was screaming her head off. Brad and Joey came in and Brad went as nuts as the dog chasing it all over the place. Michael stood by the door totally confused by the whole thing, until they started yelling to him to open the door. He did so and the dog ran out to the road where the kid on the bike had come back looking for it. Brad slammed the door shut and Michael could tell both him and Nina were furious. Joey looked totally smug, as if he had been expecting the whole thing. Brad grabbed Michael’s arm and dragged him to couch, put him over his lap, bared his ass and spanked him until his arm cramped. Then he dragged him to the car and simply took him back. As Brad drove out into the highway, Michael pushed up from where he had been tossed into the back seat and looked back, wanting to say to Nina he was sorry, and he saw Joey and the boy with the bike laughing together, and he knew they had set him up. Michael had had no way of knowing that the dog belonged to the boy on the bike. He thought it was lost, and maybe it needed a home too. He told Janet what had happened when she asked him, and she just shook her head and scoffed. Michael then broke the connection and Laurie looked at him with sad eyes.

- That kid was just a stupid brat! And the father was definitely a jerk, you were better off away from them. - She reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

- I know, but I found it hard to understand why the kid had to be pissed at me. I didn’t ask them to choose me anyway. -

- Probably the parents decided and insisted on it, the kid was obviously jealous and took it out on you. He just wanted to get rid of you. -

- The second time was worse… - He grabbed her hands again.

It was now the end of July, it had taken almost 6 months to get him another family. This one had a 15 year old girl and a 10 year old kid. They said their boy was very shy, he had flunked and was really embarrassed of having to repeat with younger kids so they wanted him to have a playmate at home. There were only 9 and10 year old girls at the orphanage so they took Michael. This time the parents came alone, they were Shari and Tim, and they had a lovely house, with a swimming pool. When they arrived, the girl came running and hugged Michael giving him a big kiss on the cheek. He liked her, she reminded him of one of his friends at the orphanage. The boy came behind her, and grabbed his hand and led him to their room. There were those bunk beds, one over the other and the kid told him the top one was his, but now it would be Michael’s. He asked him: “You sure?” because he thought the upper one was cool. And the kid said: “Yes, cause when you fall from it and kill yourself, I will be able to see it right in front of me.” “I’m not falling.” “We’ll see.” The kid was a prick! Then the girl came in and she said: “Oh, Freddie, you let him have the top one, how come you’re suddenly so nice?” But the kid just grinned like an idiot. She cupped Michael’s chin and kissed him on the lips. “Hey, Michael, I’m Cheryl” she told him. The kid got pissed and called her a slut. She yelled at him to shut up and he said he knew that’s what they called her at school. She snapped at him that he wasn’t even in her school so he didn’t know shit, and he shouted back that his friends’ brothers and sisters were, and that’s how he knew. In the middle of the racket, Michael just climbed into his bed and placed the pillow over his head not to hear them. The boy started screaming to her to get out of his room and she left shouting back that he was a retarded piece of crap. The boy slammed the door after her, and turned on his TV set and sat with his back against the bed muttering to himself. Michael was wondering if all the human families were this crazy. The mother, Shari, came to call them for dinner, had them wash their hands and then they went back to their room, the kid to the tube and Michael to bed. A couple of hours later, she came to have them change into pyjamas, and tucked them in, she kissed Michael’s cheek and when she went to do the same to her son, he turned his face away and said he was too old for that. She just shrugged and left the room. The kid went back to the tube and Michael preferred to sleep. Next day Michael spent the day floating on a raft in the pool. The girl had two friends along and they kept rubbing Michael with suncreams every so often. He liked the way their hands slid down his back and legs, but the kid was disgusted, calling them all kind of names getting the same in return. He was in the water all the time, coming out and diving in, non stop. He yelled at Michael to come and dive with him, but Michael ignored him. He shouted back some insults and in return he got every dirty word possible from the girls. Then it was lunch, pool, dinner, room. The girls were at Michael every chance they got, and he kind of enjoyed their attentions. He didn’t understand why the kid was pissed. He didn’t seem to like the girls at all, so he couldn’t be jealous. Another nutty brother prospect, Michael thought. The next two days were the same, more girls came, and Michael had them all over him. Then on Saturday, the girl told her parents she was having a pyjama party so to go away and let them be. Just like that. They said ok, they would go to a great hotel and have some time on their own, and left the number in case of emergencies. The kid was ordered to stay in his room and let her sister and her friends be, and Michael was just told to be nice and behave. An hour after they left, the girls came into their room and the kid started yelling his head off at them, but they paid him no attention and they got Michael out of his bed and took him with them. They slammed the door on the kid and when he came after them, his sister grabbed him by the neck of his pyjama shirt and dragged him to the bathroom and almost drowned him in the toilet. Then she told him “You open your fucking mouth again and I’ll lock you up in the basement!” That got him scared to death and he went back to his TV and stayed put. They stripped Michael and touched him all over and played with him, and kissed him and made him kiss them and touch their breasts. Then Cheryl went: “Look at that cute round butt!” and she grabbed him with both hands and squeezed them. Then another one said: “Come here.” And she patted her lap. The others pushed him down over the sitting girl’s lap and took turns spanking him, not mean, like Brad had, but kind of nice, a little hard sometimes but it made him warm there, and it felt good, and he knew he had been through this before, but he couldn’t remember when. He fell asleep with them, hands all over him. Next morning, they put his pyjama shorts back on and left him sleeping on the couch. He finally woke up at almost 11 am, went to the kitchen to have o.j. and milk with corn flakes. Then he went to the bedroom and found Freddie hooked to the tube in one hell of a temper. Michael changed into swim wear and went to the pool. He just wanted to lie on the raft but they kept dunking him down and stripped him naked and they would hug him to them taking turns in the water, their hands everywhere. Michael decided he really liked it there this time, the stupid Freddie could go to hell, he didn’t give a damn but the girls were ok. Then the parents returned home for dinner and the guests went home. Next day the family spent it together at the pool, Freddie was in mute mode, and Cheryl behaved herself, just rubbing Michael with the sunscreen a few times, but mostly keeping her hands to herself. Michael got off the raft just for lunch and then to shower before dinner. During the week, Shari went shopping a couple of days and took the boys with her. She let Michael get anything he wanted. She was surprised he didn’t care about toys, he just got a few t-shirts, shorts and jeans, and high top sneakers, which he seemed to favour. Shari thought the kid was weird, going for clothes instead of toys. Freddie kept giving him these disgusted looks. Next Saturday they had another pyjama party. Shari wondered why again at their home when they usually took turns in the other girls’ places, but Cheryl said it was because of the pool, no one else had one. So Shari and Tim went to the hotel which they seemed to enjoy, and it was Freddie in his room, quiet as a mouse this time. Michael went with the girls, again the fondling, spanking and poking and prodding which he didn’t seem to mind. Only this time sneaky Freddie had hidden himself so he had seen the whole thing. He told his parents and they didn’t’ believe him. They were about to call Cheryl to hear her side of the story, when Freddie cunningly convinced them not to say anything and if next Saturday they insisted on another party there, to come back and watch through the windows. That’s just what they did, and burst in through the front door in the middle of a vigorous spanking. The girls were sent home, Cheryl was grounded, Michael was sent to his room where Freddie spent the night kicking up into his mattress trying to make him fall. He was taken back next day, but at least they packed a duffel bag with the clothes they had bought for him. They told Janet it wasn’t Michael’s fault, but they were having problems with their daughter, and it wasn’t a good time to have another boy with them at all.

Laurie opened her eyes when she felt Michael letting go of her.

- Those girls were really sluts! How old were they? 15? Wow! -

- I didn’t find it wrong then. I didn’t understand what was going on, but it was ok with me, cause it was pleasant. So they just let me be for the rest of the year. They kept insisting with Amy, but she never wanted me. - He shook his head.

- I think it was for the best, if you had been raised as Maria’s brother, it would have been weird when your feelings came out later on, don’t you think? Maybe not Maria, but Amy would have sure freaked out. -

- She sure freaked out when he found me in bed with Maria once…-

- Yeah, Maria told me. - Laurie giggled. - Go on. -

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Chapter 112


- Maybe we should just leave it there. You have a pretty good idea of what it was like. -

- Why? C’mon Michael, go on, where else were you sent? Oh, you went to Hank’s after that? -

- No, that was about a year later. It’s just that it really got worse, weirder, you know? - Michael looked down, obviously uncomfortable.

- Oh, I get it, you mean sex was involved…- Laurie guessed.

- Well, yeah, kind of…- Michael frowned. - I don’t want to make you upset. -

- Michael, I’m the eldest here, remember? I’m your big sister, you’re my kid brother. I’ve sustained a lot of damage, but it was all psychological. I’ve been very protected all my life in the physical sense. That seems to be mostly your area, you’ve suffered very much physically. Although I haven’t had any experience at all in that matter, I’ve heard about it and whether we like it or not, I will be exposed to this stuff one way of another, hopefully just seeing, hearing or reading about it. The best way to protect myself from living it, is knowing what it’s like so I can prevent it. I’d rather learn about it from someone like you, who has suffered it and I can completely trust. No one better than you, cause you’re my brother and I love you, and I can feel your love for me too.You can trust me Michael, I won’t say anything if you don’t want me to. - As she spoke to him, she reached out and took his hands in hers.

He finally looked up into her eyes and she was shocked by what she saw there. What had they done to him? To a little boy? What’s wrong with people? He nodded and closed his eyes.

Next he was chosen by this family of one of these religious sects who didn’t celebrate Christmas and New Year and other usual festivities. This was fine with Michael because he hadn’t found much sense in all the noise and bustle of the previous year. They were William and Mary Ashton and they had two children. Eddie and Lucy. They had both been widowed with a kid each when they married. Eddie was two years older that Lucy. They were 18 and 16. They were both rather shy and went to a community school of their faith. Lucy was average height and weight, with dark blonde hair and brown eyes and Eddie had the same colouring, a little taller and very thin, with very short hair and glasses. The house was comfortable without much luxury, and when they arrived, Eddie and Lucy gave him the tour of the place. The first floor had the typical living room, guest bathroom, dining room, and kitchen. The bedrooms were on the second floor, right after the stairs, the door to the left was the parents’, the door straight ahead was the bathroom with a tub which was shared by the parents and Eddie, whose bedroom was the first on the right. Then there was a door leading to a back staircase which ended in a garage and a little garden. The next door on the right was the father’s study, and turning again to the right was another bedroom, as large as the parents’ and right beside it with a communicating door and a bathroom with a shower. It had originally been shared by the two children, but when Eddie turned 14, he decided he wanted his own room so he was given the sewing room which was really used as a deposit. It was much smaller and he had to share the bathroom but it was his alone. An extra bed had been put in Lucy’s room cause it was larger, where Eddie’s bed had originally been. Then they were given supper with a lot of blessings and prayers by the parents which Michael just listened to and made nothing of it, and they went to their rooms to do their school work. Michael went to take a shower and Lucy went in and asked him if he needed help. She didn’t give him time to answer and started soaping him. Then he rinsed himself, also with her help and she received him in a towel and dried him. She dressed him in a warm sweatshirt, pants and socks and he slid into the bed. She kissed his cheek and rubbed his back and went to her little desk to do her homework. The parents came in about an hour later to check in on them and found her still working and the boy fast asleep. Michael woke up to absolute darkness and hands caressing his body under his clothes. He thought Lucy was like Cheryl and that was fine with him.

- You’re ok? - She whispered.

- Yeah…- He whispered back.

- You’re missing someone, right? -

- My friends at the home…-

- Come here, it’s cold, we’ll keep warmer together. - She coaxed him to her bed and she got in first and reached out for him. Michael got in and snuggled into her arms, his cheek on her breast as her hands slid up and down his back.

- Telll me about them…-

He told her their names and a little about each one.

- Most of your friends are girls, just two boys. -

- Yeah, the other boys are bigger and mean but I’m not afraid of them, they don’t mess with me, so the girls and the two boys who are afraid of them stick with me to be safe. -

- So you’re the tough kid! I like that, but don’t say anything to my mom and dad about it.They have their funny ideas, the religion, you know? -

Michael didn’t but he just nodded as if he did.

- It’s nice here, right? Just go to sleep, I’ll wake you up early so you can go back to your bed or the nuts will freak out. - She whispered kissing his cheek again.

- The nuts? - Michael asked.

- Yeah, my parents, they’re so into the church and stuff, but we cool guys think different. We all get together at school during break and talk things as they should be. Away from the adults. They would drop dead if they heard us. - She giggled and went on rubbing his back all over, starting at his shoulders as far down as she could reach, halfway down his thighs. Michael was soon asleep and he woke up when she started shaking him and nibbling at his hair. He must have turned in his sleep cause now he was on his other side with his back to her and she was spooned against him. He pushed up slowly and crawled back into his bed. It was barely light. Soon after, the door opened and the mother came in to “wake them up”. She shook Michael until he opened his eyes and told him to get up to be on time for the school bus. As soon as the door closed, Lucy rushed by him and wrapped her arm around his chest, whisking him with her into the shower. He complained about the hot water and she cooled it, frowning. When she turned it off, she smiled and nodded.

- Hey, you’re right! It’s not so cold after just warm water. I freeze when I turn the hot water off. Great idea! - She kissed him and dried him hurriedly and pushed him out of the bathroom.

- Quickly, get dressed before mom returns! She whispered and closed the door.

When the mother came back in, he was in his jeans and high tops. She helped him with his sweater and jacket and Lucy came out of the bathroom fully dressed. They went together to the dining room where the two men were already sitting down. They had o.j. and oatmeal, and toast with butter and jam. Then Mary gave each a lunchbox and sent them off. The schoolbus arrived just as they were coming out of the house, and it was full. Lucy went to sit with her friends and Eddie took Michael with him and sat him on his lap. At least Eddie sat by the window so Michael spent the trip checking out the houses and neighbourhood.

Michael was introduced to the class and they were very polite. No fighting or nasty behaviour was allowed so he just managed fine. He was very eager to learn and loved the books with pictures. He didn’t see any of his new “brother and sister” during the day because the older children were in another building. He rode back on Eddie’s lap and they arrived home to help whichever parent needed them. William had the boys giving him a hand with wood for the chimney and Lucy helped her mother with the cooking. Then supper, homework and bed…with Lucy. That went on for the rest of the week, he had arrived on a Wednesday. On Saturday, the women went shopping, and had church activities in the afternoon, William checked around the house for anything that needed repairing with the help of the boys while the women were out and went to church activities in the afternoon too. Eddie and Michael rode the schoolbus to sports activities which were mostly for the boys. Sometimes the girls attended as an audience, but didn’t take part. Sunday was spent at the church, with a picnic and sports activities in the afternoon with the participation of the adult males too. All the females, the elderly and the young ones were the audience. Michael fell asleep on the ground in front of the bench where the kids were sitting and they just let him be. Eddie came with his father to get him, and William draped him over his shoulder and carried him to their van. That was their life, during the next week too, and then, there was going to be some event involving the females, and Lucy stayed in school with her parents and came to a late supper everyday and straight to bed. The first day Michael went to the bedroom alone, and he lay on his bed doing his homework. Eddie came in and told him he could come to his room and work there with him. He had a small TV set that had been given to him for his birthday some months ago and had been programmed to the few channels allowed by his parents. Eddie worked at his desk and Michael lay on Eddie’s bed and did his stuff. Eddie would come every now and then to check how he was going and each time he would pat Michael’s butt. When they finished working, Eddie turned on the TV set mostly to sports, and sat on a comfortable armchair by the bed. Michael stretched out on his belly and watched with him but fell asleep soon after. Then when he went next day, Eddie had re-arranged his room so that Michael couldn’t see the TV set from the bed and had to sit on Eddie’s lap to watch. Eddie’s hands were wrapped around his body and lay on Michael’s thighs. He didn’t touch him or anything…yet. Michael had noticed that Eddie’s lap got kind of lumpy and hard soon after he sat down on it as they rode to and from school, so he fidgeted to get comfortable and Eddie did so too until the lump was lodged between Michael’s thighs and didn’t seem to bother him much there. It started happening when they watched TV too. On the second day, Eddie told Michael to change into his sleeping sweats to go to his room. When the boy arrived, Eddie closed the door behind him and locked it. He got the boy on his lap, then he opened his fly and already had a condon on. He pulled Michael’s sweat pants down and eased his erection between the boy’s thighs and rubbed himself there.
- Why do you do that? - Michael asked, curious.

- Because it makes me feel good, it’s something just guys do The girls don’t do this and the adults don’t like it, so it’s a secret between us, ok? Promise you won’t tell anyone, and we can always do it together, just us. -

- Ok, I promise. -

- Better still, swear! -

- Is that alright? Your father says it’s wrong…-

- Nah! He says doing this and feeling good is wrong too! He also did it and liked it when he was young. It’s not for old people, that’s why. -

- Ok then, I swear. Can I do it too? -

- Not yet, you’re too young, perhaps when you’re 13 or 14. It will work better then. -

- I can’t do anything now? - Michael sounded so disappointed.

- Well, yes, but you’re too young to like it, and I don’t think you’re brave enough…-

- What do you mean? -

- It would make me feel very good, but it will hurt you, and you have to be very tough to do it. I don’t think you can. -

- How do you know? I’m sure I can, I wasn’t afraid of the bullies at the home, I beat them even if they hit me and kicked me. Now they’re afraid of me. I’m not scared. - Michael insisted.

- But you mustn’t make a noise, and nobody must know. I know my friends do it, but I don’t know who they do it with because that is their secret and I respect it as they will do with me. Is it clear? You can’t talk about it with anyone, cause if you do, you will turn it bad, and we won’t be able to do it again. You are now my brother, and I love you, that’s why I want it to be with you. -

- You really love me? - Michael was very touched. So far he had heard from his friends at the home that only those who had real fathers and mothers were truly loved. And that some brothers and sisters did too, but that was very lucky, cause usually they hated you and couldn’t even stand to be in the same room with you.

- Yes Michael, I wouldn’t do it with you if I didn’t love you. -

- Then I love you too, I want you to do it with me. - He assured him.

- There’s only one way to know if you really love me. -

- How’s that? -

- If after I do it, and after it hurts you, you still love me, then it’s true. -

- Why must it hurt? -

- I don’t know, with women, when they marry, they say it hurts only the first time. But with boys, it may hurt less after the first times. -

Michael nodded and then asked: “How do you do it? Show me. “

Eddie pulled it out of his fly and showed his erection to the boy.

- I must put this inside your body and we will be joined and become as one, to prove how much we love each other. Here…- Eddie prodded him with his finger where he wanted to be.

- The nurse at the home put something into me there when they found me and took me there…-

- She was checking your body temperature to make sure you weren’t sick, that was all. That’s just medicine, not love. -

- Cheryl and her friends did it there to me like you just did but went in when they were playing with me. They were nice to me. Did they love me? -

- Who are they? -

- The girl at the house I was sent before I came here. -

- Why didn’t you stay there? -

- Because the Mother and Father got angry with the girls for playing with me, and she hated her brother, just like you said. -

- You see? The parents think it’s wrong, but they had to do it to get their children. It’s only good when you’re young. -

- Did the girls love me? - Michael insisted.

- It’s different with women. They liked you, sure, but they don’t have this…- he pointed to his cock. - So they can’t love you like another man can. They have to use their hands, but so can we guys, only it isn’t the real thing. Love can only be given with this, and only men have it. -

- You mean a woman can’t love me? -

- Yes, but it’s different, she can’t give it to you, she receives it from you, her love is more spiritual. It’s different. It can never be like a man’s love because she isn’t a man. Do you understand? - Eddie knew he had him totally confused and was just taking advantage of the situation.

- Sure…- Michael said, shrugging. It did make some sense, he had seen Cheryl and her friends naked, and yes, they were different, they didn’t have what he and other men had. Eddie was telling the truth and he wanted him to love him. He didn’t care if it hurt, he would do it to prove that he loved him too.

- Come here…- Eddie sat on the bed and reached out his hands for Michael. He walked and stood between his legs and Eddie pulled up his sweatshirt and pushed his pants all the way down to the floor.

- Step out of them. - He told him and Michael obeyed.

- Are you cold? - Eddie asked.

Michael shook his head no and Eddie wrapped his arms around him. He grabbed his ass with both hands and threw himself back on the bed with the boy over him. Eddie chuckled and spanked him gently a couple of times, making the boy chuckle too. Then he shoved him aside and sat up. He maneuvered him on his hands and knees and gave him his pillow telling him to hold it to his chest and face. He placed the two cushions of the armchair under him to keep his hips raised. He fished a Vaseline jar from under his bed and greased his finger. As he slowly and carefully pushed it into him, Eddie felt the boy’s compact body go even harder. He felt his finger forcing open the tight passage and shivered at the thought of his cock fitting snugly into the boy. He couldn’t wait to be inside him, but he had to make sure he would be able to do it again, as many times as possible. Somehow he sensed the boy would take him and brave it out, he was sure he was a tough kid. He knew he was big, and it was the boy’s first time, so he had to make sure Michael could take the pain he was going to put him through. He slid it in and out several times, the boy gripping him hard as he went in and relaxing a little on the way out.

- Are you ok? Can you take it? - Eddie whispered, kissing the small of his back and each buttock.

Michael nodded and sighed. The kid was tough alright. He had no way of knowing how much he was hurting him, nor that the boy’s mind was gradually adapting him to something he had already gone through in his other life. Eddie’s whole arm felt on fire as his finger was now burying to the knuckle every time, as he watched, hypnotized, his finger disappearing into the boy and his young muscles rippling under the velvety skin of his butt and thighs. Eddie’s left hand was enough to keep the boy open for him, and he was experiencing much less resistance now.

- Does it hurt? -

Michael nodded but kept still and quiet. He wasn’t backing down, or trying to get away, making him stop.

- Do you think I can really love you now? Are you ready for me? - He wanted to be sure he wouldn’t be lucky just once.

Michael didn’t answer in any way, he was just breathing hard, and then, he started kind of shuddering and pushing back when he pushed in. Eddie had to hold his hips still as he pulled his finger out of him. He heard the boy give a soft moan into the pillow.

- You’re ready. - Eddie decided.

He greased up the already lubricated condon he was wearing and rimmed the boy with what was left on his finger, pushing a little into him and pulling out when the boy pushed back. Now he used both hands to spread him, and placed his cock against him. He was so aroused, that it kept sliding upwards so he had to use his thumbs to keep it aimed where he wanted it. He placed the head against the impossibly small opening, and started pressing it in. The boy pushed back tentatively, and it went in a little. The boy gasped and lay still. Eddie kept pushing it in steadily and felt it sliding in. He saw the boy’s back bead with sweat as he shuddered and grunted into the pillow. Eddie had to give it to him, he wasn’t begging him to stop or crying or reaching back to stop him. He was just taking it, and Eddie couldn’t believe his eyes or his pleasure as he felt himself forcing his way in. His eyes were glazing and he thought he was imagining the whole thing. He was just jerking himself off, thinking he was doing the kid, it couldn’t be really happening. Then he felt his body jamming against the boy’s and he almost came.

- Don’t move…- He whispered, as if the boy could move at all.

He froze, slowly gaining back control of his body, which felt ready to explode. When he finally got himself together, he dared speak.

- Do you want me to stop loving you? -

Michael shook his head no, his sudden intake and release of breath sounding between a gasp and a sigh.

- I can stop right now, and I will never love you again. - If the boy would have agreed with him, he would have just had to rape him, there was no way he could stop the storm that was barely in his grasp.

Michael again shook his head no, and this time he definitely moaned.

- If you don’t want me to love you anymore, then, I will come out of you…-

- No! I want…you to love…me. Don’t leave…me…please…- The boy whispered, haltingly, his voice husky with pain.

- It’s going to hurt some more…- Eddie warned him.

- I know…I want you…to do…it…-

Eddie had just received his answer. Nothing could stop him now. He pulled out an inch and pushed it gently back in. The boy’s breath hissed through his teeth. He pulled it halfway out, and pressed slowly back in. Michael gasped and shuddered. He pulled almost out and slid in again, slick and unstopping until he was completely sheathed again. The boy squeezed each inch all the way in. Eddie knew if he did it again, he would come. He stayed buried deep, and just ground it in a circle. The kid whimpered and hanged on. Eddie had it back again. He pulled out completely but remained pressed against the boy’s resilient flesh. When he started thrusting it in again, it was as tight as the first time. Once the head was all in, he shoved in smoothly all the way, feeling the young virgin muscles gripping him like a vice. He could hear the boy sobbing into the pillow.

- Do you want me to stop? - He lied blatantly, as if he could do it. Nothing could stop him now. He was feeling it coming like the tide.

Michael writhed for all answer and simply pulled the trigger. Eddie rode him hard, as he felt wave after wave of incredible pleasure shaking his frail body with such intensity he thought he would pass out. Michael felt Eddie was tearing him in two, he also felt Eddie knew how much he was hurting him but simply couldn’t stop because his “love” for him was just so much, it was literally overflowing out of his body into him. Michael knew how much pleasure he was giving Eddie, and knew that was the way he was giving him back his love. Something inside him told him he had gone through this pain and much more for someone he had loved very much, before. He felt Eddie pulling him away from the cushions and ended lying spooned sideways on the bed. Eddie was clinging tight against him and Michael’s hands grabbed Eddie’s forearms hard, not trying to pull them away, but pressing them tighter against his chest. They shuddered together, one from pleasure, one from pain, and both too, from the mutual shared satisfaction of giving. When Eddie started sliding out, Michael whimpered: “No, don’t stop loving me, I don’t care how much it hurts!”

- Hey, it’s alright, this is how it is. Now I will love you forever, but our bodies must rest until we’re ready to love each other like this again, ok? I have to regain my strength and you have to heal from your pain. It’s ok, now we need to take a bath, because Mom and Dad should be bringing Lucy home very soon and we must be clean for supper. C’mon. - Eddie peeled away from the boy and pulled his pants over his underpants, closing the fly and then zipping up. He buttoned up his shirt and went quietly to the back stairs checking out the garage and making sure the van wasn’t still there. Then he went to the bathroom and started filling the tub. He returned to the room and pulled Michael over his shoulder, surprised how heavy the kid was and barely making it to dump him in the water. It was too cold for him, the hot water just kicking in, and when Michael hissed, Eddie wrongly guessed it was because of it. The boy complained, when the water started heating up, and Eddie adjusted it to Michael’s request. The boy lay in the water with his back to the taps, grabbing the edge of the tub and resting his face on his hands. This was perfect for Eddie to examine him for any damage he may have done. He reached under him around his belly and pulled his hips up breaking the water.

- Stay there. - He ordered, and Michael braced himself on his knees.

Yes, he had definitely torn him a little on the outside and there were thin red lines of blood disappearing into the water. He brought the peroxide bottle.

- I must do something to get your body ready for the next time, but it will sting a little bad, ok? - Eddie warned him.

- Ok. -

Eddie tilted the bottle and held Michael so that it poured right where it was needed. The boy jerked and gasped, so that Eddie had to hold him tight against him, as he leant over the side of the tub and hanged on to him until the bubbling burning substance cauterized the broken tissue. When the boy’s shudders started subsiding, Eddie poured some of the warm water on the damaged area, cleaning away the white foam left, and saw the bleeding had stopped. He rinsed him a couple more times and made sure he would heal alright.

- Sorry? Forgive me? - Eddie crooned, kissing Michael’s butt and nipping at him playfully.

Michael just nodded and Eddie, who was looking the other way froze in fright at the boy’s silence.

- Hey? - He added as he realized what had happened and turned to see him nodding for an answer as he had done before. Eddie breathed in relief. He soaped the boy and rinsed him, then he received him in a towel and dried him. He went to the cabinet behind the mirror over the washbasin, and got a tube of ointment his mother used for burns and cuts. He sat on the toilet and made Michael lie over his lap. He scooped a glob of the stuff with his finger and rubbed it on the torn skin, leaving an extra glob spread all over the tears. That should help, he thought, and dressed him back in his sweats and socks.

- Go to your bedroom and do your homework, ok? This is just between us guys, it’s not for girls or old folk right? - He smiled and passed his finger over the boy’s soft lips, drawing a smile on them.
Michael managed to smirk bravely, and winced as he turned to the door. Eddie knelt on the floor and hugged the boy to him, pushing his hands up his sweatshirt over Michael’s stomach and chest and pressing his back into his own bony chest. He rested his chin on the boy’s shoulder and turned his head to kiss his cheek.

- You ok? Are you sure? I don’t like to hurt you. - Eddie whispered against his face.

- It’s ok. I’m glad you gave me your love. Did you feel mine? - Michael whispered back.

Eddie suddenly had a vivid flash of himself pressed against the boy as he was coming and felt all over again the pleasure the boy’s pain was giving him. Eddie gasped in surprise at the bonus. “Where did that come from?” He thought, yes it had been amazing. He was sure a little boy’s ass was even tighter than a virgin girl’s pussy. And yes, it was true, he had definitely loved him when he was coming. Eddie heard the car roaring into the garage and let go of Michael, giving him a pat on the ass and pushing him to the door.

- Go, go, they mustn’t see you here now or they won’t let you come back to me and punish you! - He watched Michael trying not to limp all the way to the bedroom he shared with Lucy.

When he heard his father calling him from the stairs, he opened the door and came out of the bathroom telling him he had fallen asleep watching a football game. Lucy rushed up asking him about Michael and Eddie said the last time he had seen him he had been doing his homework on his bed. Lucy found him apparently asleep and shook him awake telling him to come down to have his late supper. Michael was sore, and he knew he wouldn’t be able not to limp and then they would never let Eddie love him again, and maybe even take him back like it had happened with Cheryl, that’s why he understood why Lucy got him out of her bed before her mother came in. He told her he was too sleepy and not very hungry. Lucy kissed him and told him she would bring him something up there. Mary sent him up a tray with Eddie and told him to take his own food there too and make sure Michael had his supper. They said it was their fault because they had arrived later than they thought and Michael needed his food. So Eddie got their tray and they ate together on Michael’s bed as he lay on his side, too sore to sit up. Next day was a Saturday and Lucy and Mary were going shopping. Eddie convinced his father to go with them, because there was nothing to fix at home and they had more than enough wood for the chimney. He said he would wait for Michael to wake up and take him to the skating rink. They thought it was a good idea and Mary told Eddie to make sure he dressed him warm enough. Eddie waved at the door until the car disappeared and then rushed up to Michael. He pulled the boy’s sweats down and unceremoniously spread him and checked to his relief that he was almost completely healed. Michael moaned and snuggled but didn’t wake up. Eddie got more salve and squeezed it thick on the boy’s hurts and left him sleeping. He went to his room and turned on his TV to watch some basketball, and jerked off thinking about yesterday. By the time the rest of the family arrived, Eddie told them he hadn’t wanted to wake Michael up since it was a Saturday, and had gone to work on some homework waiting for him to wake up and he still hadn’t finished. Lucy and Mary went downstairs to fix lunch and William went to wake Michael up. The boy just seemed sleepy, he had him take a shower, helped him dry and dress and they went to get Eddie and then to lunch. Eddie noticed Michael sat carefully but apart from that he seemed ok, and they all went to the skating rink in the afternoon. Michael caught on real fast and they had a great time. The rest of the day and Sunday was spent together between their usual activities, giving Michael enough time to heal. Now he knew exactly what the lump on Eddie’s lap was, and he was showing him how he loved him. Michael sat on it and squirmed driving Eddie out of his mind. That Monday he had to go jack himself in the boy’s bathroom when they arrived at school, and after the ride back home, finding the house empty again, he had the boy to enjoy all to himself. He was surprised on Tuesday, to see how well the peroxide and the salve worked for the boy, but he didn’t want to risk it, so he just spooned him from behind with his cock between the boy’s thighs, using one of his hands to jerk himself and the other to bury his finger in the boy’s tight ass and get where he wanted it, saving him for next day. On Wednesday he pushed the reclinable back of his armchair as far as it went, almost on the bed and jackknifed the boy over it and had the perfect position he needed for a deep penetration. The pain was just as bad and Michael wondered if it would ever be any better. Eddie had swiped a syringe from the school lab and had shot it full of baby oil into Michael, making him extra slick apart from the Vaseline, and he wore no condon now that he was sure, this third time, that the boy wouldn’t tell on him. He wanted to shoot into him and had already planned what to do about it later. The oil and Vaseline did their job and soon he was sliding in and out of him
deliciously. Michael felt something quite different inside him when Eddie’s throbbing cock shot his load into him. Then they went to the tub and Eddie this time got in behind Michael, sitting between his legs. Only Michael’s head and hands were out of the water, even though Eddie had him raise his hips braced on his knees. He used his finger to pump most of his cum out of the boy, but just to play it safe, he used the syringe to rinse him out completely. Michael sensed these feelings inside him trying desperately to wake up but his body was still too young for them. Still the pain of the friction forcing open his insides made him wait eagerly for the next time, as if he wanted to know how much pain he could take. Eddie couldn’t believe his luck at having the boy go willingly through all that suffering for him. Nobody at school gave a damn about him, he just had another couple of geeks who barely considered him their friend except when it came to having to do some project with a partner, or a group, and the girls ignored him completely. They could go to hell now, he didn’t need them. He wasn’t a virgin any longer and the knowing way he now took part in their sex talks plus the cocky way he looked lately, had them all wondering. Unfortunately for him, it wouldn’t last long, as good things never do. Thursday was a jerk day but this time he jerked himself between the boy’s buttocks holding him tight against him and when he felt he was ready, he just pushed the head, slick with pre-cum into him and shot his load. Michael felt every single drop shooting into him and sliding deep inside him. Eddie rushed him to the bathroom and as the tub started filling, he sat down and had Michael stand with his back to him, his legs apart and his upper body a little bent forwards as he held himself in place with his hands on his thighs and his round butt jutted back in front of Eddie’s face. He spread him with both hands and watched fascinated, how his cum slid out of the boy down his thighs. Then he rinsed and washed him thoroughly getting rid of all the evidence. Friday came and it was the date of the awaited event at school. The only males allowed were the fathers, so Eddie and Michael were safe to play their sex games. Eddie rushed up and did it right away to have time for a second one before the others came back home. He was sure the boy would take it with no problems. Everything had been perfect, the position over the back of the armchair, the lube, the fucking itself, cause now, somehow, Eddie could take his time and didn’t rush to it, he did it slowly, enjoying it to the utmost, entering the boy from different directions, from one side, then the other, from over, from under, with long lazy strokes, or short fast stabbing deep ones, the boy took it all, he was amazing, Eddie thought he couldn’t get a better lover in the whole world, no matter what they said of women. This boy’s ass was the most. After he finally came, they lay spooned on their sides so that when Eddie’s cock came out, it stayed nestled between the boy’s sweet thighs as he watched a game on TV and the boy dozed. As soon as he felt himself getting ready again, he got the boy over his shoulder and went to carry out his latest experiment in the tub. He sat down and had Michael straddle him. Most of his come was jelled on the inside of the boy’s thighs and the plastic he had placed under them on the bed. Some did ooze out of him still and Eddie grabbed the boy’s ass, spreading him and pulling him back to him. He started eating him out, and his own taste on the boy was so erotic, it was driving him nuts. He snaked his tongue deep into him, moving it inside him as if it had a life of its own and Michael pushed back to get it as deep as possible. He couldn’t keep it that long though, his whole jaw went numb in a couple of minutes, and he used his fingers knowing how slick his lube mix left him. He eased one index into him and then the other, moving them elaborately every which way and every combination possible. There was no danger of damaging him inside because his fingernails were bitten to the quick. His cock was glued to his belly spurting pre-cum with his need, as he pushed his hips up and guided his cock with his thumbs. He pulled apart his indexes as far as Michael’s tight sphincter muscles allowed him, and shoved it in as he slid his fingers out. The whole head buried into the boy as he growled with his head thrown back.

- Michael, Michael! - Eddie cried out, as he forced the boy’s hips down with both hands, impaling him on his cock. The boy’s breathing filled the room, then his sighs, moans, gasps…as he finally sat down completely on Eddie’s lap. He ground into him as he felt he couldn’t possibly go any deeper. Then he moved the boy’s hips up and back down until he was making him ride him and pushing him back down hard, as he pushed up at the same time. He felt the boy’s insides straining to fit his size and the deep penetration. Michael’s next squeeze milked him of every drop he had left. He came and came and came and thought he would never stop coming until he felt totally drained and his body gave up and stopped moving.

- Eddie, Eddie…- He loved to hear the boy say his name, as he felt his warm body glued to his, and his cock so deep inside his velvety passage.

- Eddie? - How could he speak at all when he could hardly breathe?

His voice sounded farther away than right in front of him, it sounded from somewhere to his left, and too thin, Michael’s voice was kind of husky, for a kid, this sounded more like a girl’s. He was so confused, he opened his eyes and turned them towards the source of the sound and found his sister Lucy staring at them wide eyed and open mouthed at the door holding it open.

- I thought I…I had locked…it…- was all he could say as he stared back at her in shock.

- What are you doing to him? - She asked, approaching the tub and taking a close look, leaving her no doubt of where his cock was.

- Michael, are you alright? - She asked, placing her hand on the small of his back, pushing him forwards, and getting even a better look of Eddie’s cock protruding out of the boy’s ass.

- Yes…- Michael hissed.

- Does it hurt? - She couldn’t understand why he didn’t just get up.

- Hurts…- Michael confirmed her suspicions.

- Here, let me get you away…- She slid her arms around his body and started pulling him up.

- No! - Michael whispered, and resisted her.

She let go, afraid she had hurt him worse.

- Leave him alone! - Eddie’s hiss reminded her of a snake.

The sound of their parents’ voices arriving at the stairs alerted them, and Lucy rushed out of the bathroom and closed the door quietly. The L shaped staircase prevented them from seeing anything from the first stage, so Lucy arrived safely at her room, unseen. Eddie pushed Michael away, yanking his still erect cock painfully out of him and got out of the tub wrapping himself in a big towel. He reached over and shoved Michael down, wincing from the rough and unexpected removal, making him lie on his side in the water, facing the door. Eddie opened the door as his parents started climbing the second stage of the staircase, the bathroom in plain view.

- How did it go? - He asked matter of factly, - I just finished bathing and now I’ve got Michael in the tub. - He turned towards the bathroom as he pushed the door to, and called out, - Just shout if you need anything, ok? -

- Ok. - Came softly from the tub.

- I’m sorry, I forgot my clothes in my room. - He went into his room and shortly came out dressed. His mother was coming out of her room with a fresh apron.

- Tell Michael to hurry up and we’ll tell you all about it. - She sounded quite normal, and William came right after, now without his tie and coat, and with slippers instead of his shoes.

- Lucy must be changing so I’ll help you. - He said just as calmly, passing right beside him without the slightest suspicion of foul play.

Eddie knew it was ok with them but Lucy was another story. She had seen him deep inside the boy, and he couldn’t fool her, she wasn’t stupid as his parents. He pushed open the bathroom door and saw Michael just lying there in the water with his eyes closed.

- Hey, it’s ok, no problems at all, just get ready for supper, and come down, I’ll talk to Lucy. -

He padded quietly to his sister’s room and opened the door after a soft warning knock. The room seemed deserted but then he heard the sound of running water. He turned left to the bathroom and there she was, washing her face. She dried it with the towel before she opened her mouth.

- Oh, shit…-

- We need to talk. -

- What is there to talk about? You fucked the kid! My stupid geek of a brother beat me to him! And now you want to rub it in? Is that it? Haven’t I’ve been humiliated enough? - She struggled to keep her voice down, maintaining it just between them.

- What are you talking about? - He asked her, totally confused. - What have you been doing to him? -

- Obviously not what you’ve been doing to him, do you see a cock here? - She said sarcastically, gesturing with her hand towards her lap. - No, there isn’t cause I’m just a dumb girl! - She ended in what sounded very much like a sob.

- You have penis envy? You, of all people, who have a lot of friends and have no problems relating to other people, who is the looker of the family, you have penis envy? - He repeated it, unable to believe the implications of his words. He stared at her, shaking his head in denial.

- Well surprise, brother! You didn’t see that one coming, right? How long did it take you, huh? Cause if I’d had what you have, the kid would have been mine much sooner, like on the first night he spent in this house, and in my bed! Go on, tell them what a freak they have for a daughter, have them send me to a shrink, maybe I really need one!

- Yeah sure, so you’ll go and tell them what I’ve been up to, no way. What do you want to keep quiet about it? -

- I think we can cut a deal…- She said, nodding and smiling wickedly.

- Well, what’s it going to be? -

- I take part. I’ll be there when you do it, I’ll take part and touch anywhere, anytime and for as long as I want. Those are my conditions. -

Eddie wasn’t very convinced he liked having his sister along for the ride, but there was nothing else he could do, or end at the shrink himself.

- Ok, deal, now we must work out a way to keep them out of the house without suspecting what’s going on. -

- Piece of cake! - Lucy said at the exact time that her mother called them down to dinner.

They ate quietly, like everyday, nothing out of the normal. Then Lucy took Michael into her room, and gave Eddie the finger when she was sure her parents were out of sight. That night Lucy fondled Michael to her heart’s delight while Eddie couldn’t sleep with fury. He wanted to go and snatch the boy away from her but didn’t dare with his parents in the house. Next day in the afternoon at the church activities, Lucy found Emily Watkins, one of her mother’s friends and told her she was so worried about her parents because they simply hadn’t had a life of their own for so many years taking care of them and now that they were old enough to be left alone they didn’t go anywhere. She knew how much they liked going to the movies, and playing bowling, and rummy and mini golf and so she wanted to ask her to please get their friends to get together with them like they did when they could afford a baby sitter for them. Emily was very touched and told her she was going to keep them entertained every afternoon she could, and not to worry, she would do something about it right away. Sunday dragged on as usual and on Monday they were surprised to return home from school and find their parents with a guilty look on their faces, asking them to sit down because they wanted to ask something from them. They told them that Emily had invited them to go to their house for a game of gin rummy and they wondered if they didn’t mind staying home alone. Both Eddie and Lucy burst out laughing and told them they didn’t need their permission, that they thought it was great for them to have something else to do instead of staying home all day for them. They told them they were big enough to stay home by themselves and that the only one who needed a baby sitter was Michael, and they would take care of him, no problem at all. They waited a reasonable time in case they changed their minds, and began their game. Michael was surprised to see Lucy there after what Eddie had told him, but he explained that Lucy loved him very much too and wanted to show him in her own way. Lucy undressed him and kissed and caressed him all over, she lubricated him following Eddie’s instructions and almost came when she pushed into him and felt how tight he was. She knelt on the bed as Eddie placed Michael over the back of the armchair with his upper body on the bed beside her, and leant over spreading him for her brother. She watched open mouthed as he disappeared into the boy, digging her nails into him in her own kind of high, envying every move Eddie made. He was kind of uncomfortable having her there at first, but when he saw how excited she was because he was doing something she wished she could but didn’t have the means too, it made him feel great, especially since he had the upper hand in this, just by being a male. He took his time and moved everyway he could, holding back as long as he could until he exploded into the boy. He just loved the way his sister’s eyes glazed with envy. When he slid out of him, they took him to the tub and bathed him. Eddie showed Lucy how to use her finger making sure all his cum was out of him. They went back to their homework, not to arouse suspicions, and were about to repeat their performance, when their parents returned at 6 pm. Lucy’s hands were busy with the boy that night, inside and out, but Michael didn’t complain, even when she was rough, because he believed that was her way of loving him. Next day, they again did their guilty thing telling them they were going to the movies with William’s cousin and his wife, and Lucy told them it was about time they returned to a normal life instead of being the hermits they had become because of them and that they were happy for them. They sent them off and went to their business. Lucy had the great idea of sitting far back on the bed and placing the cushions over her lap and Michael over the whole thing, that way she had him right there under her hands and with a perfect view of what was going on. Today she was telling him what she wanted him to do and how, as her hands ran all over the prone boy, as he did tohim everything she wanted him to. Then she would have him pull out so she could push two fingers in easily right after him, and then back again. Eddie was finding it amazing that finally he and his sister could agree completely in doing something together. Then when he was finding it hard to hold back any longer, she seemed to sense it and one of her hands disappeared under the cushions on her lap and she was bouncing when he came, obviously coming too. Lucy loved Michael in her bed that night too, this time her other hand kept touching his genitals too, though he didn’t feel yet what she wanted him to feel. The following day, they just told them: “We’re going bowling with the Jensens. We might not be back until 8, Lucy dear, could you fix something for you and your brothers? Cause we will probably eat there.” Of course, Lucy said it was fine. Lucy stripped Michael and made sure she had him really slicked up, then she lay back on Eddie’s bed, pulling the boy over her. She raised her skirt so Michael could tell she was naked underneath, and she kept rubbing herself against him. Michael’s balls were getting very painful and this made him squeeze just as hard when Eddie started pushing into him. In spite of the lubrication, Eddie had to force himself into him, making it especially painful. Michael couldn’t help moaning and sobbing in pain and Eddie asked Lucy what she was doing to him. She told him she was just rubbing him against her, and that it felt great.

- You’re creaming his balls, you idiot! Do you know how much that hurts? No wonder he’s so tight! -

- Well, that’s great for you, isn’t it? -

- Sure, but it’s hurting him too much. Stop it, ok? Use your hand, not his balls! You want him to end in a hospital? Do you know all the questions they would ask? -

- Hey, sorry, ok, I didn’t know they were so sensitive! I haven’t got balls either, you know? - She was quite pissed.

- You should be glad you don’t, that’s our bad part. -

- Ok, then let me get up because anyway, I can’t see a fucking thing from here. -

She got out from under Michael and watched how Eddie had his hips held up against him with one arm using his other hand to spread him from one side. Lucy lay again under him, this time upside down, so her head was under their hips and the view was just as good. She reached up between the boy’s thighs and helped her brother spread him so he could use both his hands to hold Michael’s hips up to him. Eddie’s balls got in the way when he rammed deep, but she wasn’t up to touching them, feeling totally grossed out by even the idea. Lucy was urging him on telling him how she wanted him to do it, and Eddie was taking his time to make it last as long as he could. Just as she was shouting: “Harder, harder, ram it deep, yes, like that! All the way in! Fill him up”, he was coming hard into him. That’s when they heard their mother’s voice at the door of the bedroom which they hadn’t even closed.

- Oh my god! -

Mary and William had arrived at the bowling alley wearing new modern sneakers, which their children had insisted on, instead of their old fashioned everyday shoes. They met their friends, got their bowling shoes and just a few minutes later, things started going wrong. Ellen Jensen tripped and sprained her ankle. She couldn’t even stand on that foot, so they decided to call it off. They drove back home and the van stalled two blocks away from their house. They knew the people there so they called the shop and they said they were kind of tied up but they would pick it up in about an hour. They left the keys with the neighbours and declined a ride, just walking the short distance home. Mary went to the kitchen to pull down some food from the freezer that she had forgotten to ask Lucy, and William went upstairs to find the kids. The new sneakers enabled him to get to Eddie’s door unheard by them. He had been curious by Lucy’s senseless shouting and thought they were having an argument. He stepped to the door and found more than he could have ever bargained for. He was numb with shock. He just stood rooted to the floor, watching the outcome of the unspeakable act being performed in front of his eyes. Mary had come just as silently a couple of minutes behind him and was surprised to see him framed by the door, unmoving and unspeaking. She went to him and peeked around his arm, being much shorter than her husband, and simply couldn’t believe her eyes. There was nothing to guess, as Eddie had moved the bed to the back of the room and they were watching them in profile, Eddie ramming mercilessly into the boy who was hanging onto Lucy’s skirt with his eyes shut tight and lips parted and moaning in obvious pain, and Lucy’s hands between Michael’s thighs keeping the boy’s buttocks spread for his brother’s criminal act, her eyes wide open, watching it all with her shouts of encouragement. Her outraged cry made time stand still. Both their childrens’ eyes turned to them bulging with terror, Eddie pulled roughly out of the boy and zipped up. Michael gasped and writhed, moaning with pain, eyes still shut tight, Lucy let go off the boy and slid out from under him, sitting on the bed covering her face with her hands. William finally found his voice.

- How dare you commit sodomy under my roof! What have you done to him? Are you both out of your minds? Who are you? You cannot be my children! - He was livid and shaking with rage.

- Eddie! You are unclean! Do something about it! - Eddie rushed past his parents and locked himself in the bathroom.

- Lucy, get away from my sight! - She took off just as fast and slammed her bedroom door behind her.

Mary went to Michael and took him in her arms.

- Are you alright? Has he hurt you bad? -

Michael just nodded making her even more confused. William took over.

- Is this the first time they do this to you? -

Michael shook his head no.

- Why did you let them do it? -

- Because they love me…-

- No Michael, this isn’t love, they have been taking advantage of you. -

- You did it too, to get them, because you love them. -

- That is different…-

Michael shook his head, knowing that’s what Eddie told him they thought.

- Yes it is Michael. We didn’t hurt each other, and Eddie has been hurting you. That is wrong. -

- It has to hurt because I’m too young…-

- No Michael, no! You’ve got it all wrong! It’s not like this! -

- I want Eddie…-

Right then they heard the bathroom door open and Eddie raced down the stairs and left the house, slamming the door behind him.

- Eddie’s just left because he knows he’s done something wrong. -

William knew he wasn’t getting through to the boy. He held him up and tried to carry him in his arms.

- No! - Michael wouldn’t let him. He didn’t like what he was saying to him.

- I just want to give you a bath, is that ok? -

Michael nodded and limped to the bathroom. William felt so bad at what his children had been doing to this boy. He got him in the tub and started filling it . The boy turned the hot water tap to almost closed, then turned away to lie face down hanging on to the lower edge of the tub with his hands, his face on them as the water slowly covered him. What had they been doing? Some kind of ritual? How could his children be so sick? Now he was the one feeling sick. He went to the door and opened it to find his wife standing just outside it, not knowing what to do, just like him.

- Mary, go get his clothes. He can’t stay here, we must take him back. - He whispered. She nodded, tears falling from her eyes. William went back to the boy and she went to Lucy’s room. She knocked, out of respect for her daughter’s privacy, especially now.

- It’s open. - She heard Lucy say as another door closed and Mary knew she had gone to the bathroom, probably not to see her. She went in and packed all his stuff in the new duffel bag they had got for him and left the room closing the door behind her, just loud enough for Lucy to know she was alone again. She knocked on the bathroom door and William opened it as he dried Michael with a big towel.

- His clothes are in Eddie’s room. - William told his wife.

She went to get them and they dressed him in silence. They went downstairs and walked 1 block to the taxi station and took the boy back to the home. All the way there, Mary was sniffling and whispering to her husband: “They had no right, how could they do such a thing? “ And he kept shushing her and gesturing towards the driver. Michael just sat quietly between them, in a state of total confusion. When they arrived, they asked the taxi to wait cause they wouldn’t take long, and they each took one of his hands and walked him to Janet’s office.

- Mr. and Mrs. Ashton? Is something wrong? - Janet jumped to her feet in surprise, noticing the distraught expression in the couple’s faces.

- No no, it’s just that we have decided our children will go to a specialized school of our faith and it has to be right away, so it will be very lonely for Michael there. We think he needs a home with other children, perhaps nearer to his own age. We’re very sorry. - He had thought it all up during the ride there, and had realized that was exactly what he was going to do. Those children needed to do a lot of penance to be accepted again with them. Mary’s confused look made Janet arch her eyebrows in disbelief, but she then immediately gained back her composure and accepted her husband’s decision. They both bent to kiss the boy’s cheeks, from either side and whispered: “I’m sorry” and “So sorry” and left. Michael was in total denial, not saying a word for the rest of the day. He went to his bed and lay down, falling asleep right away. He didn’t want to go down to dinner, so his friends brought him some stuff and managed to get him to eat but not to talk. Maggie went to see him twice, but he seemed alright, just unusually quiet. Next day and for the next months, it was the shrink again, but all they got out of him is that his new brother and sister loved him and his new parents didn’t like it. That was all. He had promised, no, sworn to Eddie he wouldn’t tell anyone, and he kept his word.

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Chapter 113


Michael let go of Laurie’s hands and just lay there looking down.

- Michael…- Laurie said, cupping his chin and making him face her.

- I’m sorry, that’s why I didn’t want you to see it. - He said frowning.

- No Michael, that was not your fault. Those people were sick, all of them. Grandpa always said those strict religions just got people so repressed, it all burst out if they got the chance, and that’s what happened. You had nothing to do with it, you were a little boy. They really took advantage of you. That wasn’t love. Do you know what became of them? -

- No, I never heard from them again. Do you think I should look them up? -

- No! Please! Don’t even think it! You were lucky to be rid of them. -

- Laurie, it’s definitely me! Why do they keep doing this to me? Why must love hurt so much for me? Why do I like it? -

- Michael, you have been conditioned to that since a very young age, it’s like those savage cultures that do awful things and they think it’s right cause they’ve always been taught it is. You’ve never been mean to Maria, have you? -

- No! I couldn’t! I love her! -

- You see? You’re a good person, you couldn’t hurt anyone, it’s not in you. -

- She says I’ve been mean to her when I was trying to keep her away from me to protect her, but never physically…-

- Michael, we all say and do things sometimes that we regret, that doesn’t make us mean. If we don’t regret them, then we really are. -

- I just wanted her to be safe away from us, but I could never say it right, she just…didn’t get it. -

- You have taken a lot from them that you didn’t deserve either. I’m not pointing fingers or saying names, but you know what I mean, ok they didn’t know all you’ve been through, and they still don’t cause you’ve said they don’t know what you’ve just been telling me, but no one deserves all the harm done to you, Michael, no one! Yet you’ve never taken it out on any of them. They hurt you and you just take it, you don’t blame them for it, you even blame yourself so unfairly! You’re a very sensitive and caring person, you’ve always been there when someone has needed you, even if they haven’t for you. I love you Michael, as my brother and as the person you really are, you’ve prooved to be very loyal, you’ve been almost killed more than once to protect us and to me, that’s what counts. How many other places were you sent before Hank? -

- Another couple…-

- Did they hurt you? -

Michael hesitated, frowning.

- Michael, please answer me! -

- Ok, kind of, but it was weird. -

- What did they do? -

- I’ll tell you, but I don’t want you to see it, ok? -

- Ok, go ahead. - She said, bracing herself.

- I was picked up by this woman who had a 17 year old daughter, and she told me on the way she had chosen me because her daughter was traumatized, had no friends and she was afraid of men. She wanted her to get used to having a male in her life, one she wouldn’t be afraid of, because I was too young. She owned a stable with horses for rent, and her daughter didn’t like them very much. She asked me if I was afraid of horses and I said no. When we arrived, she told me to leave my stuff and go tell her daughter to bring out the horse. I went in and found her and told her. She asked who I was and I told her my name. She just looked me up and down and said despectiveIy: “Oh, you’re the orphan.” I decided to ignore her and I could tell she was afraid when she got on the horse so I just followed her. At the door of the schooling ring, the horse stalled and started rearing. She screamed and managed to get down by herself and her mother was very angry at her. While they were arguing, I got on and he stalled again and reared, but as soon as he went down, I urged him on and he obeyed. I guessed he knew I wasn’t afraid of him like the girl. I took him around at a trot and then at a canter and they were watching me open mouthed when I brought it over to them. The woman said they hadn’t told her I could ride and I said they had no way of knowing cause they had never asked me. They girl just seemed sullen at first, but then she was just glad she didn’t have to ride the horses herself any longer cause I did. The place closed down at 8pm and then the woman made us take a shower, change, gave us dinner and left. The girl said she went whoring but she didn’t dare bring the men here cause she would start screaming her head off. I didn’t get it, so I asked her why and she said the men really wanted to do it with her. I still didn’t get it so I asked her why she thought that. She said she just knew. When she was in a room and there were men, she felt they just wanted to touch her. I told her I knew what she meant and she just laughed at me and said I didn’t know a thing. I told her that everytime I was in a group of people, I always got hands groping me from behind, but I never knew who it was cause when I turned, they were all just looking ahead. She said they were perverts and they wanted to do it to me. I thought I could trust her cause she wasn’t old, so I told her one had done it, and she didn’t believe me. She said I didn’t know what I was talking about. I just shrugged and turned to leave the room. She told me to wait and started asking me what it felt like. I told her it hurt, a lot. She asked me why I let them do it, so I told her he had said he loved me and I believed him. I still did. “But he hurt you.” She said, so I told her he had said it would, he hadn’t lied to me. She asked me how many times had he done it to me and I said many, I couldn’t remember how many, at least about 10. She asked me if I liked it, but I wasn’t sure about that, I told her it hurt bad, but that it felt good to know he loved me, that’s why I let him do it. She told me she wanted to see him doing it to me, so I said I didn’t know where he was now. She asked me if I would let her watch it, if someone did it to me again, and I said yes. But I didn’t think she was going to pay a half drunk homeless guy to come and do it to me the following night. She was kind of weird next morning at breakfast, as if I wasn’t even there. Then her mother went to buy the food supply cause it was Saturday, and told us to muck the stables. I asked her if she was angry with me, but she said she didn’t want her mother to see she was friendly with me, or they would send me back. It didn’t make sense to bring me over for her daughter to dislike me. She said she wanted to make sure I had been telling the truth last night. She went to a cabinet and brought out a bottle with a metal thing hanging from a chain and dipped in what looked like thick transparent liquid.. She asked me if I knew what it was so I said no. She said it was an elephant bullet, and her stupid father used to say proudly he had killed and elephant with it. He kept it dipped in oil to make sure it wouldn’t rust and fall apart. I told her I thought it was disgusting and she said he was disgusting too. She said he had been very mad having to leave his bullet behind. I asked her why had he done that, and she said she had hidden it from him just to spite him. He had been a bad father, never home, always whoring just like her mother, and she was glad he was gone because he had started looking at her that way too. She took my hand and took me in front of a bale of hay, then she placed a sweat pad over it. She reached around me and pulled down my sweat pants all the way down to the floor. I went: “Hey, what are you doing?” But she just pushed me over, and pulled one leg over my rubber boot. She said she wanted to see if I was telling the truth. I told her I was and she said: “We’ll see.” She stayed in sight for me to see and uncapped the bottle and pulled the bullet out by the clean shiny chain. I could see it was dripping oil. Then, before I could protest or suspect what she was up to, she pounced on me and knelt on the backs of my thighs. Her knees were bony and it hurt. I felt her hands on my ass and she rammed the greasy thing into me as far as she could, making me cry out. She pulled her finger out very slowly and then asked me if it hurt. I said yes. So she said I was lying and I was a virgin. I didn’t know the meaning of the word so she said she had been the first in there, that’s why it hurt. I said no, that it hurt cause she had been rough, she should have gone slowly, like he did. She pulled it out and pushed it in again slowly, and this time it didn’t hurt that much. She said she thought maybe I was telling the truth and pulled it out and slid it in again. It went in easier this time and hurt much less. She kept doing it for a while and then she pushed it in deep and pulled my pants back up. She then told me if I could keep it inside me all the day without complaining, she would believe me. I shrugged and agreed. -

- What size was the bullet? - Laurie asked.

- About…- Michael gave it a thought…- the size of a pocket flashlight? It was much bigger than a regular bullet but the same shape. At first I felt like this kind of pain in there, then it was like a constant throb. It felt like it moved inside when I rode, but I could take it until the place closed down. The mother told us to take a shower and get ready for dinner, and she hissed as she passed by me not to touch it. I nodded and kept it inside me. We had dinner and the mother left all dressed up. She whispered “Whore” after she closed the door and stuck out her tongue. She pushed me over the arm of the couch with my upper body hanging over the side, so I had nothing to hold on to and make her stop, and pulled down my pants, playing with the chain, but not getting it completely. out. Then there was a kind of knock on the door and she said it was a friend who knew about these things and to just stay there. I heard her saying “come in”, and heavy footsteps approached the couch from behind me along with her light ones. She pulled the chain and the whole thing came out. She told her friend I was not a virgin, that I had kept that inside me all day. I heard a man’s voice chuckle and tell her: “Girlie, that’s a baby gerkin, this is the real thing.” She gasped and I felt the man trying to push it into me. Of course I didn’t want him to. I didn’t know who he was and he was very rough with me. As I kept struggling, he kneed me in the balls and kept trying, but whatever oil was left from the bullet wasn’t enough cause he was huge and dry and it just wouldn’t go in. The girl was watching and she got angry and told the man he was an idiot and to give her her money back, which he refused. She told him to fuck me if he wanted the money or she would call the police and they wouldn’t believe him, so he tried again. He was hurting me bad and it still wouldn’t go in when her mother arrived and went nuts. She grabbed a baseball bat from behind the door and threatened him with it and the cops. so the man showed her the wad of bills and told her to call the nuthouse for her daughter cause she had paid him to do it. The girl said I had told her I would let her watch if someone did it to me, so I said I didn’t mean it like that, but with someone who loved me. The woman screamed the man out of the place and he just threw the money at them and took off fast. Then she slapped her daughter silly and kicked me all the way to my bed. I woke up next morning with her kicking me out of the bed and all the way to her car. She dumped me in the back seat and took me back. She just told Janet it had been a bad idea and a big mistake. The next one was even worse, after two months having the shrink trying to get something out of me. I was beginning to think Eddie was right, he had loved me, and maybe I shouldn’t have told her, but I hadn’t said who it has been so Eddie’s identity was still safe. But then it was just women again, and they were mean. -


- There were no men there at all. Just this widow, with two daughters, her sister lived with her too. The girls were identical twins, about 16. Their mother and aunt worked all day so they were never home. The girls took me to school and picked me up, they bathed, clothed and fed me, they spanked me when I did anything they didn’t like, they treated me like their toy, they put me to bed and lay with me sanwiched between them until they heard their mother and aunt arriving cause the garage was right under my room, and they took off to their room next door. They told them that they stayed with me until I fell asleep, which was partly true. I fell asleep with their hands all over me. -

- What went wrong? - Laurie wondered.

After about two weeks of this, the older women came into the bathroom when they were bathing me and found them soaping me down there, you know? The mother snatched their hands away saying that was bad, that’s why girls didn’t have it. After that they had one checking the door while the other one washed me there. They took turns. I didn’t understand it but they said their mother and aunt were just old fashioned, that was all.Then once they quarrelled about I don’t know what, and one accused the other of still touching me there and the other defended herself saying she did it too and the older ones gave me one hell of a spanking. I was totally confused. They told me they had done it because they loved me, to teach me a lesson, and because that was only done to boys, girls weren’t to be touched. I was ok with that. They still kept doing it and their mother caught them again one Sunday and sent them to their room. She finished bathing me with the help of her sister and they touched me there too. I thought it didn’t make sense, so I asked them why they could touch me and the girls couldn’t. They said because they were older, that gave them the right to do anything they wanted, and that I was going to be punished for asking. They left me in my room and I thought that was what they meant. But then they came back with the two girls and they had a belt each. They stood on either side of the bed, pulled down my pants and beat the hell out of me. The girls were crying, and then they just left all together, and came back later with my lunch. I couldn’t have got up if I had wanted to, I was so sore. I remained in bed througout the weekend. I was just dying there and they only came to feed me. I didn’t want to eat, I just wanted water, I was so thirsty. So they gave me water and left a big bottle there with a glass, but insisted they wouldn’t leave until I ate so I managed what I could, which wasn’t much, but they left me alone. Later I found out that they had locked the girls in their room to make sure they didn’t come to my room. On Monday they dragged me out of bed and took me to school as if nothing had happened. After that, they took to beating me every weekend with a list of the things I had done wrong during the week, stupid things: I dropped a dish, but they were plastic, it didn’t even chip, I had to be sent back from the table to wash my hands, I forgot to open my windows before going to school, and such things. Then by the end of the third month, I was so hurt, cause I never got to heal completely before the next beating, that they had to call a doctor cause I was burning with fever. He seemed to be a friend of theirs, and told them they couldn’t beat me like that cause they could kill me. He kept me home all week and he came to see me at lunch time to feed me and check me out. He injected me in the thighs until my butt could take it, and he was real nice to me. The aunt came home before the girls to make sure they weren’t alone with me at all. Next weekend I was left alone, and just like before, the girls were grounded in their room, and then it was normal again. The following week end they beat me again, for some such nonsense but not too bad, and on Sunday, just after they had beaten me again, the doctor came and insisted on seeing me though they didn’t want to let him in. He was furious, he said that it was enough, and he took me back to the home. When he told Janet what they had been doing to me he told her they should check on the outcome of such foster situations, and she said they had gone several times during the week but there was no one home. Sometimes we had been there, but the girls said it was a strange woman and they were not allowed to open the door to anyone. I guess I did miss the girls some, but the ladies could burn in hell for all I cared. By then I thought I had seen about everything, and that that was the way things were, there couldn’t be anything much different, I thought the home was ok, why did they want the kids adopted to be mistreated was beyond me. Then it was Hank, no big surprise there, just a little worse, like things used to be with me. And then I had the biggest shock of my life when I met Max and Isabel again and went to their house and saw how they lived. I couldn’t believe they had been so lucky to get all that on the first try. I started observing the other kids in school, heard them complaining about their parents because they didn’t get them the TV set or clothes or stupid gadgets that they couldn’t live without and I realized that their lives were very much like the Evans’. I was the only one with the bad breaks so I came to the conclusion that it just had to be something about me, maybe something I did. But I didn’t remember doing anything wrong. They were the ones who hurt me. I didn’t know why. So I just never mentioned it. I lived in a rough place, that was it, if I got beaten, it was in a fight with the neighbours, I never complained about Hank cause maybe the next place would be even worse, most likely. I hated them being sorry for me. I just couldn’t stand it, that’s why I never said anything about what happened at home. -

Laurie gathered him in her arms and hugged him tight.

She just sobbed, she didn’t say anything. He also hugged her back, not too tight, afraid of hurting her.

- Don’t cry, please, not for me, I never want to hear you cry again. - He whispered.

She let go and held him at arms’ length. She saw all the hurt in his eyes and wanted to have alien powers and simply wipe it away. But she couldn’t.

- I love you Michael, and I know all your friends back at the house love you too, in spite of anything that may have happened between you. -

- Maybe I should have told them this, but I think they’re fed up hearing what my lousy life’s been like. I just needed it off my chest, I’m sorry if I upset you. -

- No Michael, you didn’t, those freaks into whose hands you had the bad luck of falling into, did. Not you. And yes, your friends should know but I want you to have a break from it. Isabel can take it from me, you don’t need to go through it again. I’ll find the time before you leave, ok? Don’t worry about it. We should be leaving or they will be worried. We’ve been away for almost two hours already. -

Michael nodded and helped Laurie on her horse. He joined her right after and they rode back.

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Chapter 114


Michael and Laurie walked back to the pool area in bathing suits again, and hand in hand.

- Hey! I could accuse you of incest! - Maria said in mock outrage.

Laurie giggled and pushed her brother towards his girlfriend. Maria opened her arms to receive him. She sensed something was kind of…off.

- You ok? - She asked him brushing her fingers over his cheek.

- Sure, just some family stuff, that’s all. - He leaned down and kissed her.

She didn’t know what it was, something about the way he kissed her, with such intensity, that she felt her legs giving. She slowly slumped to the floor and brought Michael down over her.

- Hey! It’s too early for pornos! - Kyle protested. - Go to your room! - He let out a chuckle.

Michael totally ignored him and Maria gave him the finger behind Michael’s back.

- See what you get for being a correct, moral person? - He asked rhetorically, but getting an answer just the same.

- Shut up Kyle, look elsewhere if you don’t like it! - Isabel! Of all people! He gave her such a look that everyone except the smoochers, started laughing.

- Oh, I just hate to think it’s back to school! - Max said dramatically covering half his face with one hand.

- God Max, you just sounded like an old man! - Liz got everyone giggling again.

But then she seemed to be staring fixedly at the couple. Max followed her gaze and saw just what she was seeing. Maria’s bent leg was rubbing suggestively between Michael’s thighs, and his muscles there were rippling from the stress of what she was doing to him. Max thought they were really getting a little out of hand. Max went over and swatted Michael’s back with his towel.

- Hey! Do we need the garden hose? - He said half joking, squatting by Michael’s side and squeezing his shoulder.

Michael broke the kiss and lay his cheek on Maria’s breast.

- Sorry, didn’t mean to overdo it. - He said.

- Oh by all means, do! - Said Maria. - But not here…- She whispered loud enough for the rest to hear. Then she looked up contritely at Max over Michael’s shoulder. - Yeah, sorry Max, it was my fault. Never again…today. C’mon! -

She slid nimbly from under Michael and reached her hand over to him, as he flopped onto his belly without her support.

- Maria! - He complained.

- C’mon, Spaceboy! - She insisted, - tomorrow it’s back to Roswell, and I’ve missed you for about two hours! -

- Ok, coming…- He lazily slithered into the water and waded to the stairs on the left, taking his time to refresh himself. He climbed out slowly, getting in Maria’s nerves, totally pissing her off, to make things more interesting at the bedroom. He was being a bad boy, and she knew how to punish him. The second they were together again, she couldn’t keep her hands away from him. As they crossed the door into the house, Michael gave a thumb up to whoever was looking.

- Heavens help us! - Obviously Max and Kyle together, giggling and pushing each other into the pool. Soon everyone was in the water, laughing at whatever they thought Maria would do to Michael for making her mad.

- What do you think it will be? - asked Kyle wiggling his eyebrows at the rest, mainly Max.

- Leather, definitely. - Max said.

- That implies a lot of things. Be specific. - Kyle demanded.

Max took his time, thinking it over totally focused on the matter. Finally he asked:

- Does she have a whip? - Max asked mostly himself, not expecting an answer.

- No I don’t, unfortunately, but I have these…- Maria cracked a long thin dressage riding crop in one hand and a thick leather belt in the other, giving them a wicked smile as she closed the curtains, just in case they decided to become an unwanted audience. They doubled up in laughter and Max went:

- Someone’s going to have a hard time sitting down straight at dinner tonight. - Max shook his hand and laughed.

Laurie couldn’t help shuddering after what she had been hearing from Michael that afternoon. She just had to ask:

- She wouldn’t really hurt him, would she? - She was dead serious.

Kyle placed his arm around her shoulders, reassuring her.

- Laurie, Maria won’t do anything that Michael can’t take. -

But that didn’t reassure her at all. She knew Michael could take a lot, and if he was really into pain, like he had suggested, she thought that what Max had said jokingly, might turn out to come true. Liz’s empathy came immediately into play. He took Laurie away from Kyle and walked with her to the opposite corner of the pool.

- Laurie, what’s wrong? Please tell me about it. -

- I will, but I need you all together. It will be tomorrow when you wake up and Michael will still be asleep. Ok? -

- Ok. - Liz agreed, not convinced at all. She felt these strong vibes coming from Laurie, it definitely was strong stuff, but she knew she couldn`t rush her. Neither for her or Michael’s sake. “We’ll know when we have to, not before.” She thought. - She won’t hurt him. - She nodded and Laurie smiled weakly.

- I’ll kill her if she does. - Liz bit her lip not to laugh and this time Laurie really smiled. They joined the others in the water and Liz’s look had them turning the conversation in another direction, as far as possible from the wild couple and their freaky games.

Barely half and hour later, it started getting dark and they started straying to their rooms for a shower and warm clothes. Then they met at the now very popular chimney room and loafed around for everyone to catch up and go to the dining room for supper. They heard some heavy footsteps approaching from the hallway and Michael came into sight carrying Maria in his arms. Kyle jumped to his feet alarmed.

- Maria! Don’t tell me! You sprained your ankle kicking his butt! - He exclaimed.

- Not at all, I should be carrying him. Do you think I could, Spaceboy? -

- Not even with alien powers! - He assured her. - What’s for dinner? -

- Believe me, not even I know. Rosario and Sylvia have been locked up in the kitchen and no one has been allowed in. It’s a total surprise. - Laurie said. Anyway we have to wait for your friend, he should be here any minute. -

- What friend? - Everyone together, quite alarmed, now for real.

-It’s part of the surprise. - Laurie and Isabel shared a conspiratory smile, that had everyone looking at them with curiosity, but they cunningly changed the subject to the shared graduation worries, as Maria sat on the edge of the large couch and Michael stretched down with his face on her lap.

- I hope I manage to graduate next year, or at least before I start to look like a granny! - Complained Laurie.

- I graduated early and I totally regretted it, cause I was so bored with everyone still in highschool, and trying to mix with all those new faces in college…I don’t recommend it at all unless you have a real good reason, which at the moment I thought I had. - She gave Max an angry look and then grew thoughtful.

The doorbell rang and Anita rushed in addressing Laurie.

- Miss Laurie, it’s for you…you know…- She said, not wanting to give the guest away.

- Oh, yes, I’ll get it. - Said Laurie and went to open the door as the sound of a car was heard stopping at the house.

Laurie signalled the approaching newly arrived for silence, and he nodded agreeing with a pleasant smile. She turned to her friends and gave them a big smile as she moved aside to let him in. Though it was the first time they actually saw him live, except for Max, of course, they found it hard to believe that it was the same person. He seemed so different, yet the same. He looked so alive! Isabel rushed into his arms and was engulfed in Kal Langley’s embrace.

- Milady! - He laughed and then held her at arms’ length in full admiring contemplation. - Just as beautiful as in Antar! -

- Langley? - Max sounded doubtful. He looked so happy!

- Max…- He answered, no longer resentful, now that he wasn’t under his thumb anymore.

He turned to the rest of the group spread out around the room, and went to Stuart, who stood up to meet him.

They shook hands and Langley used his free hand to clap Stuart’s arm affectionately.

- Thank you so much, doctor. - He told him nodding.

- My pleasure, man, truly, and I’m Stuart, please. - He smiled.

- Sure, thanks again. - Then he turned to where Maria sat with Michael sprawled on the couch, and headed their way.

Maria couldn’t help smiling back at him and used both her hands, the one on his back and the other one tangled in his hair, to shake Michael enough to react.

- What? - He moaned sleepily.

- Wake up, Michael, the visit’s here and wants to say hello. - She insisted.

Michael felt a hand on his shoulder and recognized Langley’s voice.

- My Lord Rath-Michael…it is such an honour…- He seemed to choke and Michael opened his eyes.

- Langley? - He pushed up and stood towering over the shorter man who kept his face down in a respectful bow

- Hey dude, not that again! - Joked the tall alien boy. - Come here…-

He pulled him into a bear hug and felt Langley’s arms wrap around his body as the man’s smaller frame was visibly shaking.

- Hey, you ok? - Michael asked and let go, but Langley didn’t.

- I’m so sorry to have failed you like that, I’m so sorry…- He sobbed.

Michael was totally perplexed.

- Easy man, I’m glad to finally meet you in person, no need apologizing for the delay, it was no one’s fault…- He eased him down on the sofa by the couch.

Langley took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped at his eyes, before he looked up at Michael.

- I would have known you anywhere. - He assured him. - We couldn’t believe our luck when we found out that our friend Dupree could donate his DNA for your clone, the resemblance was so uncanny! - He half chuckled, half sobbed.

- Would you like some tea? - Laurie asked him, and he nodded with a smile and went on.

- I’ve been able to follow your moves since the last contact we had. I went nuts on the gadget and got it going like I wanted. I felt free, thanks to you. - He nodded to Michael. - And that changed my life, even the thing clicked back to life! I saw your contact with our scientists and how you followed their instructions. Your human sister was so noble to invite me here today. -
He received a steaming cup of tea from Laurie with one hand, and squeezed her free hand with his other. She sat on the arm of the sofa, her hand still in his, as he continued. - Your talk with her yesterday touched me to the quick! - He gulped and swallowed. - No child should ever go through even a small part of what you have! The cruelty is unbelievable! To be sent to such 5 places is so incredible, only someone as strong as you could have coped like you did! I wish I could get back at all of them as I did with Hank, but it would just put you in the spotlight, and that’s the last thing I would do to you. I was there several times, when you defied your father, and admired you with the other soldiers. My father had sent me to the Antar army, but I was no good, I didn’t last as much as I would have wanted to, but enough to see what you were made of. I had the honour to follow you to your first battle, and see with my own eyes the warrior we all knew you were. I pulled out that arrow from your thigh, and right after that battle, I was recalled back to my family on my father’s orders. My loss! - He shook his head and scoffed.

- Are we missing something here? - Asked Max, upset at not having the information that Laurie now had over the rest of them.

- Yes you are, and it depends on Michael if he wants to disclose what is clearly family issues which do not concern you in any way, Max. - Langley said in an angry voice.

- That’s what I’m letting you know tomorrow, before you leave, with Michael’s permission. - Laurie told Max. - Liz already agreed with me. -

- Oh, so you know? - Max snapped at Liz.

- No I don’t yet, only that it’s between a brother and a sister, but Michael has asked Laurie to be the one to tell us. - Liz glared at Max.

- I don’t want him to have to go through it again, I know he will sleep a little later than the rest of us, so I’ll do it then if it’s alright with you. - Laurie’s tone seemed a little mocking to Max but the others gave no sign. It must have been his guilty conscience.

- You can keep anything you want from us, but no one can dare keep anything from you, right? - Isabel looked Max down, frowning at him.

Max raised both his hands palms out in front of his face, shaking his head and went to sit and brood by himself in a corner.

- I presume you remembered some stuff you forgot to ask me? - Langley said arching his eyebrows at them, quiet amused.

Before he could get any answers Anita came to announce that dinner was served, so they all filed into the dining room. Both mother and daughter had cooked the rest of the recipes they had of oriental food and it all smelled delicious. So it was food first, questions later.

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The meal went fine, very little small conversation mostly praising the food and both cooks cause everything was perfect. Sylvia outdid herself with an excellent strawberry mousse for dessert that everyone repeated, and several cups of green tea. Soon they were back at the chimney room where they all got comfortable and Langley simply said:

- Ok, shoot! -

They looked at each other not being sure which one should start and ended staring at Michael.

- What, haven’t you got questions too? Well, go ahead and ask! - Michael told them.

But no one did. Laurie then timidly cleared her throat.

- Ok, then, I’ll ask this for both Michael and myself. Whose DNA was used to clone Michael? -

Langley seemed to be expecting it and chuckled.

- We didn’t abduct Charles Dupree exclusively for his DNA cause we didn’t need it. We already had his brother’s. -

- Wait, that doesn’t make sense, he had died years ago…- Max started.

- He was there when I was born in Antar. - Michael said.

- What? What are you talking about? - Max exclaimed.

- Right. It was his doing that you were born a twin, and thanks to that you managed to survive. - Langley confirmed. - It didn’t escape you, I knew it, and anyway the DNA’s were the same because they were identical twins, but it was Michael who gave his for you that’s why your mother gave you his name. -

- Then why did you keep abducting Grandpa Charles? - Laurie asked.

- Actually to protect him. We rescued him from about 3 different kinds of scavengers several times during his life. It was because of his blood that they were after him. It’s a catalyst for any kind of alien cloning and the rebels from our neighbouring planets were after him, but we were always a step ahead of them. Charles knew or at least suspected what was going on because he saw them and the differences between them and us. He thought we were human, and found it hard to consider us aliens. To him we were his friends, if our situation had been a peaceful one, we would have had him stay with us when he started having problems with his family. -

- Guess destiny did repeat himself after all, with some differences, right? - Michael said. - Only in his case, it was his own father. But at least he had his brother. -´

- I have a question. - Liz said, staring fixedly at Maria. She waited for Langley to nod, and she continued. - You told me that the night before you guys thought you were leaving for your planet, you had sex with Michael for the first time. - Maria tried to interrupt, but Liz stopped her. - Let me finish. It seems Tess had no problems pretending she was you to get in Michael’s pants during your hot sessions in your bedroom. Why would you have me think otherwise? -

- It wasn’t like that. You were going through some bad times with Max, and I thought it was the last thing you needed to know. Then we had the Alex tragedy and our world turned upside down. Then when the guys left for the dessert and we were just facing it together, I told you that Michael had finally truly opened up to me that night and that we had great sex after it. You concluded it had been our first time, I never said so. - Maria told her.

- You told me he had put aside your virginity to spare you from any pain! -

- You asked me how my first time was so I told you about it! How was I to know you thought this was my first time? - Maria explained.

- Man, that’s what I call a total confusion! - Kyle said.

- But I thought…- Liz insisted.

- I’m sorry Liz, I never meant to mislead you. -

- And why did you pretend not to know anything about it and even asked me how it was when I confessed to you I had been with Tess? - Max asked Michael angrily.

- I’m not like you Max. What was going on with Maria was private. I don’t need to bring it out to anyone, much less you, after the way you tried to stop me from seeing her when you found out about it. - Michael answered.

- You are a gentleman, Michael, so different from your “king” here. - Liz gave Max a look of contempt and he went pale.

Michael just smirked and shot Max one of his special looks that said everything he was thinking. Marid wrapped her arms around him.

- Thank you. - She whispered and kissed his cheek.

- Langley, may I? - Asked Isabel.

- Of course, milady. - He smiled at her.

- Can you clarify the age thing please? -

- Meaning…? -

- Our ages, are they different than they were in Antar? -

- Your alien part remains the same. Max is the eldest and Michael is the youngest. That cannot change. Now your human side just provided the alien one with what would enable you to pass totally as locals. That way you developed together, so you would come out as children of the same apparent age, which doesn’t mean you really are. Max was always the less developed. Isabel was a tall girl in Antar too, as tall as Max once they finished growing. And Michael was always the tallest even though he was the youngest. He was always far more developed than Max, even as children, which seems to be the case here too. -

- You mean I’m still younger? - Michael inquired.

- Yes, you seemed all 6 year olds when you left the pods because the difference was a little less notorious thanks to your human side, so you were big for your age, to make the three of you even. That means that the 3 year difference from Antar is about a little over a year and a half, but not quite 2. - Langley calculated.

- Oh my god! I’m dating a 16 year old kid? I feel like a baby sitter! - Maria cried.

- What? - Went Michael, outraged.

- No, I’d say he’s turned 17 now. - Langley decided.

- Any complaints about my performance? - Michael dared Maria.

- Wow, Spaceboy, none at all, you’re one hell of a kid! - Maria laughed.

- Will this bring me problems at school? - Michael wanted to know.

- They have no way of knowing. Even if you told them, they have no way of proving what you say is right. - Langley reassured him.

- Ok. - Michael nodded, satisfied.

- Langley, if he was younger then, how could he do it with Hank’s Sarah woman when he was just 12? Cause he was younger, right? - Maria’s question had everybody’s attention.

Langley sighed and nodded.

- Ok, Michael, do you remember Sarah boosting you up with what she said were vitamin injections for some months before it happened? - He confronted him.

- Yeah, she said they would make me stronger, which was fine with Hank and I just had to take them. They hurt like hell, but when I noticed that what I called “my orgasms” were getting stronger too, along with my muscles and I was having real hard ons, I thought they were really worth it. So I asked her if it had something to do with it, and she just gave my balls a squeeze and said “maybe” with a kind of secret smile. Then when Hank rammed into me, it felt as if he was going clean through me and pushing my own cock up at the same time. Sarah began to go down on me as Hank fucked me and soon I actually started coming. After confirming it the second time it happened, she started getting under me and helping me inside her. That’s how I knew just what to do when Isabel expected it from me. -

- Oh my god, Michael! How long did she keep sticking them into you? - Maria sounded furious by the way they had been using him.

- Until she croaked. At the end, it was once or twice a week. - He said.

- You obviously didn’t need them anymore…- Maria observed.

- I don’t know, I thought I did though, I found the prescription and took it to the drugstore, but they said I had to come with an adult to get that. I went to the free clinic where she used to work and they asked me if I was nuts. So I gave it one last try and I went to this drugstore which was run by illegals and Hank was well known there cause that’s where he got Sarah’s stuff when she couldn’t make it, and they gave them to me for over a year, when they closed it down. I took it to the school nurse and she went crosseyed and explained to me what they really were. I played stupid and said I had found it in the street. She didn’t seem to buy it and tore it and tossed it away. I managed to get it back and put it together as best I could, kind of singed at the edges, and went to the Sham. He recognized Sarah’s signature and called this junkie who accepted giving them to me once a week, now that I knew what they were and what they did to me. The last time he shot me one, the junkie looked weird, he said he would only shoot me up if I let him fuck me. I accepted cause I was so hooked on them, and he pushed me on his filthy bed, stripped me and shoved into me to the hilt before I changed my mind. He had me there pinned down, and shot me up as he was deep inside me, enjoying the squeeze I was giving him because of the pain. Then he just started thrusting hard into me and when he came, it was amazing! His come must have been full of all the drugs he had in him, cause I felt totally high. I just lay there enjoying the wild feeling until I realized a long time had passed and the guy wasn’t getting any softer and it was starting to hurt real bad. I pushed him back with my elbow and he was stiff as a poker, all of him, not just his cock inside me. He fell off the bed and out of me and clonked on his back on the floor. I got up and looked at him and he just lay there with his eyes open. I just thought he was stoned out of his mind and took off. But when I went there next week I found out he had o.d.`d just like Sarah right after he shot his last load into me. I was really freaked out cause the high he’d given me lasted until mid-morning next day. After that I dropped them cause I couldn’t find anyone else to give them to me. Some time later, after Max’s brush with Mr. Ed, I went to that hospital one evening asking for Susan, you know, the nurse? - He saw Maria stiffen and give him a glare. - They told me I had just missed her so I followed her and asked her to give me one. She was reluctant but I finally convinced her when I told her I would have to go to the junkies. I had forgotten how much they hurt, and I had to stay resting on her couch until the pain subsided and I could move. She rubbed me down until I felt better and asked me what I needed those for. I told her I had been having them some time ago and I wanted to see the difference to make sure I really didn’t need them. She asked me where I would go to see the difference so I told her to some street whore who’d do me the favour with no questions, which was what I was actually planning to do. Maria! Don’t glare at me like that! We weren’t really together then and I wasn’t going to ask it of Isabel either. Not like this. A hooker was the solution. But she said she couldn’t let me do that and probably catch some deadly disease…- Michael doubted if he should continue, knowing what he was getting into.

- Michael, what did you do? - She was livid.

- Maria, it wasn’t like that! She was really nice. Very professional, she put me up for the night on her couch and when I started getting really… needy …she took me in her arms, rubbing my back in an absolutely motherly way. I felt really bad, cause my hard on was killing me and I knew she could feel it, and it was obvious I was hurting bad for it. She went to her phone with a card in her hand and called someone asking whoever it was to come quickly. After 15 minutes of cuddling me like a sick child, the doorbell rang and an expensive looking hooker came in and took me to the guest room. I did it with her and she did to me everything I asked her to, no matter how kinky it must have sounded. Then, when it was over, she kissed my cheek and left. Susan came right after and brought me some food. She asked me how I was feeling and what conclusions I had drawn. I told her I had decided she was right and I would stop getting them. She asked me if I was hurting and I realized the woman had probably told her all she had done to me. I told her I was used to it. She asked me: “Who have you been living with? What have they been doing to you?” She was hugging me again and made me feel safe with her. I told her I was an orphan and I had been living for several years in this abusive foster situation but I was on my own now. She told me I needed badly to get rid of my past and move on. That I had been getting hurt for too long and I needed to find a normal relationship with a nice girl my age who would love me and show me the right way. She was right, you know? Though one with a kinky side was perfect for me…- He winked at Maria and she just melted.

- What about the hooker? - That part didn’t quite convince her though.

- I asked her, of course, but she said she had stood up for her when she came with a gash in her head and the guy who had done it followed her there. She had called the cops on him and had them talking and he was sorry and asked her to forgive him. That’s why she owed her big and was glad to help her with me. -

- You were right to go to her and lucky that she would take you in. I’m sorry, I keep jumping to the wrong conclusions. You give me reasons enough to be jealous, you know? - She wrapped her arms around him. - I love you so much! -

- Why do you keep doubting me? It hurts like hell, you know? - Michael gave her a wistful look.

- I’m sorry, I can’t help being jealous, and don’t play innocent with me! Cause it’s been the other way round too! -

- Yeah, well, kind of…- Michael admitted.

Maria whacked his ass hard.

- Owww! - He went, wincing.

- You deserve a spanking, just you wait! You’re really getting one! - She looked determined. - Don’t worry guys, it won’t be public, unless you tempt me! - She glared at Michael.

- Ok, ok, I’m cool, leave it for later. - He accepted her proposal, looking forward to it, by his smirk.

They noticed Langley was looking at them kind of confused.

- Don’t worry, that’s normal with them. - Kyle told him.

- So he’s kinky here too, shit! - Langley had everyone laughing.

- We’ll, what about you guys? - Langley said, turning to rest of the male group. - C’mon, Max, we’re friends now, aren’t we?

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- Oh yes, we’re friends now! Suddenly you’re all so concerned and forgiving of Tess after she tricked us anyway she wanted to take us back and turn us in to be murdered all over again! It’s also right to be relieved of your duty to obey me which must have been given to you for some reason! And what about me? I am the king! The one responsible and in charge of this whole thing! Have you ever wondered if I ever wanted to be in this position? Have you ever given it a thought that maybe I didn’t and had to accept it for my father like Tess did? - Max’s face was all scrunched up as he ended his delivery weeping openly.

It was Kyle who wrapped it up, walking up to him with a mocking grin, clapping his hands.

- A big hand for our brand new victim! El Presidente is going for the Oscar! Great performance Max! So now after 3 years of manipulating everyone because what you said had to go, or else, you never wanted to be in charge? And we have to believe you? C’mon! - He shook his head.

- So now we have to understand you? - Isabel scoffed. - Like you did when I desperately wanted to go to college away from Roswell because the stress was killing me? And of course, I couldn’t even choose my own husband without your consent?

Michael was about to say something, but she turned on him full adrenaline.

- Don’t you dare defend him, Michael Guerin, you sided with him both times! - She spat at him.

- I had other reasons for that. I didn’t want to lose you Iz, and marrying someone we weren’t sure we could trust, just to get away from Max, would only take your stress to the limit! You didn’t deserve that! - Michael said.

- At least you had the guts to come and face me with our victim king’s decision while he hid and cowered behind you! -

- Hey! I’ve never hidden or cowered behind…- Max stopped short as all eyes turned to him. He raised his hands in front of him. - Alright! Bad choice of words…-

- No, absolute lack of truth. - Isabel snapped at him. - To think I was there for you when I found you crying, sitting among the trash cans and slobbering about getting Tess pregnant! It wasn’t even yours! - Then Langley cleared his throat loud enough to catch their attention.

- I know you well from Antar, Max, and I have never heard you ever complained about the fate your father was preparing for you. You were both gloating when Rath-Michael made his final decision when he turned 14, because you knew that the only way that you would ever get any political power was by taking what the true heir didn’t want. He could never hide behind the protection of walls while someone else fought his battles. That wasn’t in him, but it was perfect for you. If a warrior king had been allowed, he would have been the best! Now, cut the crap and what do you want to ask me? -

- Nothing! I want nothing from you! - He yelled at Langley.

- Suit yourself! - Langley said with a small chuckle.

- And you! - Max turned on Kyle. - I saved you and your father! -

- So did Michael! He stood in front of you and my father shielding you with his body when Pierce was about to shoot you. If he hadn’t protected you, we would have all been dead! - He screamed, standing in his way.

Max shoved him aside as he passed him on the way back to the sofa in the corner, where he sat sulking.

- Langley, I’m worried about the confrontation with Khivar, cause there will have to be one eventually. Where will it be? Here or there? And if it’s there, how will it be possible if there is no transportation? And if it’s here, maybe Khivar will come again as he already has once before, using a human body and how will we know who he is…- Kyle was going on non-stop.

- Whoa, whoa, talking about stress! This thing is working fine now, remember? - Langley showed them the gadget which he had in his pocket. Our spies in Antar will be the first to know and get it through to me, if that’s the case. Maybe Khivar is quite confident that there’s no way you guys can get there, and is simply going on with his plans ignoring you completely, as he seems to be doing. That can be an advantage to you, cause he isn’t expecting you. Maybe my Lord Ramthis is preparing another skirmish hoping Rath-Michael is ready now…- He arched his eyebrows knowingly at Maria mostly, making her blush. - And manage the transportation. Remember, time is not an issue in Antar, our scientists can warp it anyway the want as long as it makes sense. -

- Then we must start practicing our powers immediately and get them going the best we can! Maybe you can help us! - Isabel turned to Langley.

- No, Milady, you don’t need to. - Langley smiled at Isabel’s eagerness.
- Your powers will be in perfect top conditions once you land in Antar, you’ll only need the time it takes to get you there to have them ready. Even the ones acquired by your human partners.-

- How is that possible? - Asked Michael.

- It was planned that way. - Langley assured him.

- Then why was Tess helping me develop mine? - He wondered.

- She was just helping you concentrate and focus where you needed to. She had no way of knowing cause Nasedo didn’t either. The knowledge was exclusively mine, as the protector of your group. - Langley told him.

- Does everyone in Antar have powers? - Stuart wanted to know.

- No, only those of noble families can access them through their bloodlines. It’s not for the common people. - Langley informed them.

- So what advantage do we have apart from a possible surprise attack? - Asked Liz.

- Your shields! They are completely invulnerable and will withstand even the most powerful blasts any Antares can manage, Khivar and Nicholas included. -

- But Michael is our warrior and protector and he doesn’t have one! What if they…- Maria just couldn’t finish the sentence.

- That’s why you must all stick together. We are counting on you to keep him safe, because he has to be out of the shields to be able to fire and fight. That’s when he will be in danger. You must practice the speed in activating your shields cause that is what will prevent him from getting hurt. He will fight with his life for you, and you will be the ones to keep him alive.-

- Do we have a chance? - Isabel asked doubtfully.

- The best! You have the majority with you now. The people are sick of the unreliable life they are living, and those who lived in times of peace, are the living proof of Khivar’s lies. People are already tired of him and his false promises of peace. Even the younger generations want to be able to live fully, and not in constant fear of death. But there are no leaders, and the legend of the Royal Four, and the unbeatable warrior, Rath-Michael, have grown out of proportion. They are even ready to forgive King Zan-Max’s haste in bringing his changes, and Lady Vilandra-Isabel’s mistaken good intentions that got Khivar on the throne. Lady Wyteeah and Lord Ramthis are responsible for the legend to stay alive, but after her family’s death, Queen Ava-Tess has not been mentioned again. So the King will need a new Queen. You must win their hearts, Liz. And it’s up to you, - He turned to Isabel and Michael. - To convince them that you’re cousins and should find other partners. Right now, I think they’re ready to accept anything to get rid of Khivar and Nicholas, and the life of oppression which has taken away their freedom. -

- So what are we waiting for? How can I get in touch with my father? - Michael was getting impatient for action. - I want him to know I’m ready! -

- No, Michael, it’s not like that. When the time is ripe and propitious, you will be the first to know. Haste only brings on tragedy, as you have already seen. We wait until the time comes. We will know, rest assured. - Langley nodded. - Now you must beware of your human enemies. They are your present danger. But you have Michael with you. He won’t fail you. Your troubles are not yet over. You’ve taken a great step towards your unity and your team work, but it’s still has some weak spots that you will have to overcome. Be extra careful, in your decisions, I can’t advise you on that, because if I interfere, things might backfire with disastrous consequences. It’s totally up to you now, don’t make rash judgements, whatever you decide, make sure you all agree, or that at least you have a vast majority. There will always be some opposition, and that is your weakest link. Just remember that. - Langley looked at his watch. - Well, I must leave now or I will miss my transportation, and that is not acceptable. I hope I was of some help for the important events in store for you. Just try to remember what we have been talking about tonight, and I’m sure you’ll be alright. We can’t stay in direct touch, but I shall contact you with any information I may get through the communicator. - Langley smiled and proceeded to say his goodbyes. Max just nodded from his seat, and Langley knew that was the best he would get from him. His limo was patiently waiting for him outside and they watched the taillights disappear into the night.

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Chapter 117


- Well kids, sorry to be the one to remind you, but we have to leave tomorrow as early as we can, to have a nice drive without need to rush. So I guess, regretfully, we must call it a night. - Stuart said frowning.

Everyone reluctantly agreed and started leaving for the bedrooms.

- I guess I have a promise to keep…- Said Maria, whacking Michael’s ass.

- Mmm, yeah, so you better keep all your strength, cause you’re going to need it. - He said and scooped her up in his arms.

Maria’s arms went immediately around his shoulders and leaned over to kiss his lips. Once in the room, he sat her down softly at the foot of the bed as far back so that her knees were draped over the edge. He stood in front of her, waiting for her to make her move.

- Take off your t-shirt. - She ordered.

As he pulled it slowly over his head, he felt her hands unzipping his jeans.

- Turn around. - She told him, and he obeyed as her hands slid them down to his knees.

Michael bent over and with a wave of his hand, he sent his jeans to the floor stepping out of them and his boots. He felt Maria’s hands on his butt, gently squeezing him. He straightened up and knelt on the far edge of the bed and started moving down over Maria. She stopped him with a hand on his shoulder as he looked at her confused.

- How do you want it? - Maria asked.

- All the way. - He smirked.

- Ok, wait…- She got up and went to the closet, bringing a shopping bag with handles.

She turned it over and dropped the contents on the bed. Michael saw Maria’s toy, just like the one she had given to Liz, a jar of Vaseline of a special brand that came spiked with menthol for an icy-hot effect, a bottle of baby oil with a pop-up cap and a nail clipper.. He sighed in anticipation. Maria sat back on the bed and patted her lap. Michael stretched out over her and snuggled against her, so that she spread her legs just enough to let him slide his already rising cock between them. She pressed it a little hard and made him moan.

- Fill me up…- He whispered huskily.

Maria giggled and proceeded to please him. First, she clipped her index finger’s nail to the quick, then she scooped some lube and teasingly spread it on him, she knew she was tickling him by the way he writhed and whimpered. She slid a little into him and he purred, she kept going in up to her knuckle and started reaming him one way, then the other enjoying the way she was making him squirm. She spanked him hard and he gasped.

- Keep still! -

She slid out of him and got the baby oil popping up the cap with her teeth. Then using her index and thumb, she kept it open and pushed the tip into him. She pressed the bottle and shot a squirt into him. He slithered and she spanked him still, again. She took the vibrator toy and put the chord around her wrist. Then she rimmed him with its tip, and he couldn’t help bucking and begging. She dug her left hand into his butt, digging the nails in viciously, and he hissed and froze. He felt it going in slowly.

- Turn it on…-

- Low or High? -

- Low. I won’t last much on High…-

She moved the switch at the back of the toy and it started humming. Maria kept shoving it in until only the chord came out of him. She raised her hand, pulling it almost halfway out, and spanked him hard, shoving it back in. Michael jerked and grunted. She went on doing it several times until his skin was turning from pink to angry red, and it burned to the touch.

- You’ve had enough? -

- No…harder…-

Now she was pulling the toy almost completely out before thrusting it back in with her striking hand, combining the sharp pain of her hand with the dull one of the violent intromission to his utmost pleasure. Then the next time she moved her hand in a different way and the tip of the toy skimmed over his prostate making him jerk and groan.

- Good? -

- Yeah, but go easy, I don’t want to come yet…-

The next ones shoved deep again, and took him back several years, when he developed the pleasure for spankings. He was back at the orphanage, where he was spanked in front of the other kids as a degrading punishment for fighting. The first time, something clicked inside him, like he knew for sure that it had happened before several times, and he had taken it to show he could and what he was made of. After a few times, he noticed that he was the only kid there getting spanked. When the others were threatened with it, they would cry and beg and promise to behave, and that got them instead locked in a small room for a few hours to think about their bad behaviour. That was it. He would never beg, he would rather take his punishment and keep his pride, though the others took it the other way round. He didn’t get it. Maybe they were right and he was beginning to remember who he was, had he been a bad person to be constantly punished? No, it had been to make him stronger, at least that’s what he took it for. Then at the first place he was sent, the man had been brutal, he had spanked him so hard that he could barely stand when he took him back. After he left, Michael remembered Maggie muttering: “He had no right, he had no right!” and she kept him with her for several days, tending to his fever and rubbing him with ointments until the bruises started fading. But at the second place, the girl, Cheryl and her friends did it to him, not to punish him but to tease him, and it wasn’t that hard, they were playing with him, and he liked it, but still the parents had thought it wrong and taken him back. At the third place, he was hurt in a different way, but he had accepted it as love, and didn’t resent it at all. And he had been sent back. That had been his punishment. He found it hard to understand why the woman at the fourth place had kicked him so savagely when he displeased her. He had done it for her daughter. When they asked him to explain what had gone wrong, he had told Janet and Maggie that the girl had brought a man to play with him and the mother had got upset. They said that was impossible cause the girl was afraid of men, so Michael told them she didn’t like her mother’s friends, that was all. And then it was Hank. He had began to spank him on the third day, and had been doing it everytime he got upset with him. He was rough and it was painful, but he knew why he did it each time. He yelled at him what he had done wrong, though it didn’t make sense to him, but he knew the man hadn’t liked it. Some months later, something happened. Michael arrived at the trailer to find him watching TV. “Come here, Mikey.” He said smiling. Michael thought he was drunk but he could only see a can of beer and it was in his hand, unfinished. When he was near enough, Hank grabbed him and laid him over his lap. He bared him and started spanking him, not yelling and screaming like when he was angry, and not furiously hard, just hard enough to make his skin red and hot. Then his game on TV ended, and he got up holding him around his stomach and placed him over his shoulder, spanking him playfully as he carried him to the bedroom. There he stretched him on the bed and stripped him. He pulled off his belt and lashed him again just enough to raise a few welts on his ass that would hurt even with the touch of his soft cotton sweat shorts. Then Michael felt his cock pushing between his buttocks and knew what was coming. Still Hank seemed to be in a decent mood, just having fun. He was slick so he had lubed up nicely. He cupped his ass in both hands and started pushing into him as he squeezed the sore welts, making him tighten and add to the man’s pleasure. He pushed in evenly, non-stop until he was all the way in. Michael writhed and moaned to the dull throbbing pain as every thick inch forced its way into him, stretching his insides mercilessly. Then unusually, he took the time to keep still for the boy to adapt, staying deep and grinding in a circle, as he kept on squeezing him hard enough to bruise. This had Michael knowing he had actually enjoyed this in some other world, and when Hank started sliding smoothly in and out of him, Michael felt a craving for more pain. Hank seemed to sense it and raised his hands and brought them down on him hard. He raised them as he pulled out and spanked him hard when he thrust in. He did it about 10 times and then he shoved in just laying his hands on him. The first time it confused him, the second, it disappointed him, and on the third time he bucked back hard to receive him and his hands fell on him a little harder. Hank got it and chuckled. When he rammed him again, he spanked him as hard as he could, and the boy moaned and ground his butt into his hands. So each time he rammed and spanked him hard, it was that combination of sharp and dull, which was now reminding him of those times and making him enjoy it as Maria was putting him through the same experience. He had taken her back with him through their connection, and Maria was shocked to see how young he had been when his masochism kicked in. That got her thinking of another toy she would have to get to turn her into the male he craved, without the need of a third party. Still, she would like to feel the difference that Isabel had mentioned: “He moves different when he’s full.” Maybe the third party didn’t necessarily have to be a male, as long as she could have what she needed to play the male part. It would have to be someone she could feel totally at ease with, like maybe, her best friend? No problem, she was sure. She couldn’t wait to return to Roswell and get her new project underway.

- I’m sure she’ll do it…- Michael whispered.

- Shit, Michael! You just spoiled the element of surprise! - She complained.

- Sorry, but it’s a great idea. I told you I was ok with threesomes, I wasn’t joking. But if it’s another male, you’re out of bounds. Only I can touch you, ok? - He clarified.

- Definitely, I wouldn’t have it any other way. - She assured him. - Now Spaceboy, let’s take this a step further. I want my man! -

- It’s up to you to get me completely ready. There must be a belt somewhere…- Michael got her going.

- Let me up! - Maria waited until Michael got off her and lay on the bed, bracing himself for her.

She got one of Grandpa Dupree’s thick braided belts and approached the bed and her victim. She lashed him hard and he gasped and jerked. But she kept on lashing him. After a dozen, she thought it was enough. She traced the red angry welts with her finger and he shuddered and moaned. She lay beside him and he pounced on her like a tiger. She could feel his hard erection against her belly as his mouth and hands were on her breasts. As he entered her slowly, he rose and his mouth captured hers. She loved to kiss him, his lips were so soft, and she sucked his tongue into her mouth. Maria wrapped her legs around his hips and massaged his hurts with her heels, the painful contact made him tighten and writhe and groan with the stimulus of the pulsing toy inside him. He moved in a lazy pace in and out of her, only he could move like that, it was his trademark. Maria came and came and came until he couldn’t hold back any longer and joined her in complete extasis. They whispered each others names, as wave after wave of indescribable pleasure shook their joint bodies. She hooked her foot on the chord and pulled the vibrator out of him, so he could relax and rest. Soon he was fast asleep, and she felt him slipping out of her. He snuggled against her and moved his body in his sleep so that he was still mostly over her, giving her his warmth and protection. She could take that much of his weight, which made her feel safe, wrapping her arms around his body, and using one of her hands to cover his sore welts and ease what she could of his pain. She wanted him to be able to feel loved and not alone, through whatever contact he managed to keep with her. His face was buried in her hair, and she felt his breath against it as it lay over her neck. She woke up several times during the night, witnessing his troubled sleep, but he was purposedly blocking her out, and there was nothing she could do but bear with him. When she woke up next morning, he was still lying over her, and she gently slid from under him hearing him sigh and whisper something she couldn’t understand, but she was sure it wasn’t her name. As she came out of the bathroom, she heard movement outside in the hallway, and she went out to find the group about to knock on her door.

- Maria, we’re joining Laurie before Michael wakes up, as she asked us. - Liz told her.

Maria smiled, of course she knew he was asleep through her empathy. Maybe she knew what he had been dreaming. As they went downstairs, Liz moved to her side and whispered:

- Thanks for the wet dreams you gave me last night, and yes, I’m all for it. -

- What was that? - Max said, approaching them from behind.

- Girls’ talk Max! Don’t be rude! - Maria said, outraged, and Liz just gave him a weak smile.

As they arrived at the dining room, they found the table was already set for breakfast, with everything they would need. Laurie came out of the kitchen and sat at the head of the table.

- I better go through this first so we can eat without haste, ok? -

They agreed and formed the connection. With their full energies plus the fact that they had been doing this quite often lately, it took just a few minutes to receive the information Laurie was feeding them. Then as they opened their eyes, Liz had something to say which Maria was expecting.

- His closure with Hank wasn’t complete, he faded before he could make it. Last night he managed it, and I guess now it’s really over. - She blinked and squeezed the hands in hers, and they were transported to Michael’s dreamworld of last night.

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Chapter 118


Michael suddenly found himself standing in front of the trailer where he had lived with Hank for about 7 years. He knew his closure with his foster father had not been completed as he faded before he could finish saying all he wanted to tell him. Maybe that’s why he was here today. He heard voices inside and he knew it was the TV and Hank was there. He reached up to open the door and hesitated. What if he wasn’t welcome there anymore? No, that wasn’t the impression Hank had given him that last time. He made up his mind and opened the door. He could see Hank sitting at the tube with a can of beer in his hand. He walked in quietly but was still behind him. He decided to make his presence known.

- Hank? - He said, tentatively.

Hank’s hand raising the can to his mouth froze. He turned and saw Michael standing behind him a little to his right. His mouth dropped open as he locked eyes with him. Hank literally jumped out of the easy chair and rushed to the boy with open arms, the can of beer dropping to the floor, forgotten. Michael was startled by the display of welcome he was not quite expecting. Hank came at him shouting:

- You came, Mikey! You came! - As he wrapped his arms around him in a big hug.

The smell of beer was just faint, so Michael knew he wasn’t plastered. He hugged him back because he thought it was the right thing to do under the circumstances, but he was totally put out by Hank’s surprising behaviour.
Then his ex-foster father held him at arms length and took a good look at him smiling.

- I didn’t think you would, but here you are! - He said nodding with satisfaction.

His hands slid down Michael’s arms to his hands, gripping them hard and then letting them go to place them on his hips. They slowly slid around to his ass and he gave it a squeeze.

- I need you boy, for old time’s sakes? - He asked, pleading with his eyes.

- Yes. - Michael answered.

Hank turned him around pushing him towards his bedroom. The door to his old room was open and Michael couldn’t help stealing a glance at the now vacant room. He was shocked by the emptiness he saw there. No signs at all of the boy who had lived, slept and suffered there. He couldn’t believe there was nothing left of him. He blinked and got a glimpse of a naked little boy he recognized as himself, whimpering and slithering in his sleep, in the painful aftermath of whatever Hank had done to him.

- Hey Mikey? You ok? -

Michael blinked again as Hank’s voice brought him back to see just an empty room. He was pushing him into his bedroom, and it only took him a couple of steps to end up standing at the foot of Hank’s bed. He felt Hank’s hands pulling his t-shirt off his jeans and sliding all the way up to his shoulders. Then down his back again and around his waist up his stomach and chest.

- Well, well, you have certainly grown, kid, no doubts about it. - Hank chuckled and pulled the t-shirt over his head, then he unfastened his jeans and pushed them down under his knees. His hands slid up the back of his thighs until they reached his body, and gently pushed him on the bed on his hands and knees. He stripped him completely and held him apart, eating his ass out as if his life depended on it. Michael was hissing and squirming. Hank pulled away.

- What? -

- Man, that tickles like hell! - Michael whispered.

- Oh, my mustache! Well, you can make it go away…-

- No, I don’t want to change anything.

- Deal with it, then. - And he went right on until he had him bucking.

Then he reached under the bed and got his bag with his stuff. Michael felt his slicked finger going deep into him and pumping him until the next sound made him stiffen. A second later, the belt crashed against his flesh and he gasped. Then five more and Michael was shuddering and breathing hard.

- Like it? - Hank asked.

- Much! - Michael whispered.

Hank chuckled and completed the dozen. Michael’s butt was on fire.

- Buckle? -

- Yes! -

After seven stinging blows, Hank called it quits. He pulled his finger out of him and shook his hand.

- Dammit boy, almost lost my finger in there! - He leant over and licked the blood off the cuts.

Michael growled and pushed back against Hank’s face.

- Ready for me Mikey? Or is it Michael, now? - He asked him.

- Whatever you want, Hank. -

- Mikey then, you’ll always be Mikey for me. -

And just as he was expecting it, Hank dug his fingers viciously into Michael’s sore butt, spread him, drove the head of his cock into him, and plunged it all the way in until his balls were resting against Michael’s. The sudden pain shook the boy’s body. Hank’s hands squeezed the broken flesh hard and relished in the effect it had on him, as Michael’s insides tightened. Hank wasn’t waiting for him. He raised his hands as he pulled almost out and spanked him hard and rammed back in. Those were his moves and he kept them up until he started coming, triggered by the boy, who beat him by a few seconds, milking him to the last drop.

- Yes! Yes! No one can do it like you, Mikey! I love you, boy! You’re the best! - Hank shouted, as he came abundantly into Michael.

The amazing orgasm and alien aftermath had them breathing hard, with the constant pleasure coming from Michael.

- And I thought it was the booze! What an idiot! - Hank chuckled. - I’ll take care of you. -

He used the peroxide and iodine from the bag, getting a bonus from Michael’s pain, since he was still inside him. Hank patted his ass affectionately and slid his calloused hands down Michael’s taut thighs all the way and back up again. Michael felt him slipping out of him, and Hank pushed away first sitting, then lying back beside him. He reached over and buried his fingers in the boy’s soft hair as he caressed his back with his other hand. Michael opened his eyes and rested his cheek on Hank’s shoulder.

- You’ll go now…- Hank’s voice showed his loneliness.

- When I choose to. Not yet. - Michael told him.

- Thank you…- Hank began.

- No, thank you, I needed it. - Michael heard Hank chuckle.

- No, let me finish. Thank you for telling your friends I was the only thing you had, and that they had screwed it up for you. Remember? That last night you were here and they came. I was the drunken jerk, and you had to give yourself away when I pulled out my rifle. I knew you didn’t want to leave, I felt you wanted to stay and explain when I called you a freak, but they insisted. Then that E.T. fried my brain and I ended up here. This is my hell, my punishment for my stupidity. I’m back in this trailer forever, where everything reminds me of you, but I’m alone, hoping to see you coming through that door, and finally you did. I don’t care now, you’ve made it worth it. - Hank explained.

- I also called you a jerk…- Michael reminded him.

- And I’ve just admitted I was. I expected you to clean, cook and wash for me, thinking that if you did, it would be your way of showing me you at least cared some about me. And by beating you and fucking your guts out, I was showing you how much you meant to me, in my sick misguided way. -

- Why did you have your friend rape me? - Michael asked him.

- I just wanted to get back at you for not wanting to be with me on the holidays. It got out of hand and I just drank myself away from it. You could have died, and I didn’t remember a thing. I saw your whole life with me on my stupid TV when I was flung back here and it was only then that I realized while sober, what had happened and why I was back here. When the show was over, I knew I deserved it. And then I was given the chance to go to you and explain why I turned out like this. But when I finally had you in my arms, the time was short, and it was up to you to want to wrap up the closure. I’m so glad you did. - Hank sighed.

- Don’t be so hard on yourself, Hank. You asked me to do chores, like every father does, and gets pissed when their kids choose not to obey. Now I know that it wouldn’t have taken too much for me to do them and help you keep the place clean like I wanted it to be. I just didn’t want to do my part, so I had no right demanding it from you, cause you were also working…-

- And boozing…- Hank added.

- Ok, so you liked it, it was your way to relax, I didn’t have to like it but I should have respected it. -

- Not when it got me hurting you…- Hank admitted.

- Ok, but it was also mean of me not to help around the place. You were a lousy father and I was a lousy son. Let’s just leave it there. Ok? I feel I’m partly responsible too, let me take my share of the blame. It’s the fair thing to do. I’m trying to get my life in order, to give it some meaning. Mostly for the people who have been showing kindness for me lately, you know? My friends? They deserve it and you too, Hank. I’m sorry things didn’t come out like you would have wanted, you should have had a better life. We didn’t ask to be together, but destiny just chose us. It’s ok, Hank, it’s ok now that we know both sides of the story. - Michael reached up and took Hank’s hand in his and brought it to his lips to kiss it.

He felt Hank’s eyes on him and turned to meet them.

- I truly love you boy, but you have to go. You have friends who love you, you’re better off there than here. Yes, it’s ok, go to them. - He leant over and kissed Michael on the lips, gently, and Michael felt his love as he had never felt it before. When Hank pulled back, Michael opened his eyes and met his smile. He couldn’t help smiling back.

- Good bye Hank. - He held his hand out to Hank, and this time he took it to his lips and his mustache tickled it when he kissed it. Michael closed his eyes and smirked.

When he opened them, he simply wasn’t there anymore. Maria’s scent filled his senses and he just went on sleeping.

Liz broke the connection and they felt a weight lift from their shoulders to know Michael had made his peace with his foster father and that it had gone so well, in spite of the consented abuse. Michael had obviously needed it to put an end to that part of his life which was now in the past.

Max and Isabel shared a look that had the rest of them wondering.

- C’mon, what was that about? - Asked Kyle full of curiosity.

Max just glared back at him, still not forgiving him his outburst of the other night with Langley, but Isabel was willing to explain.

- We were just thinking how lucky we were to be immediately adopted by the Evans’. Who knows in what freaks’ hands we could’ve fallen if they hadn’t? Obviously not everyone wants to adopt kids with good intentions, and if they do, not everything turns up the way they wanted it to. - She shook her head and sighed.

- I wish my mother would have adopted Michael. I’m sure we would have ended together anyway in spite of the sibling issues. I never knew about it, or I would have driven her nuts until she brought him home. She never told me, she never even mentioned it. - Maria said regretfully.

- It wasn’t meant to be, like it would also have been much better for him if my dad had accepted him, which he didn’t either. Probably the dislike he had for him initially was simply guilty feelings. I don’t know how I would’ve coped with him as a brother. - Kyle wondered.

- Not very well, I think, especially when he started towering over you. You would have probably taken advantage of the fact that he sleeps like a log and tied him up and fucked his guts out in revenge! - Max couldn’t miss the opportunity to get back at Kyle.

Kyle’s jaw dropped in shock, and then he went pensive, a wicked smile curving his lips after a few seconds.

- Yeah, I probably would’ve…- He grinned, making them all frown at first and then burst out laughing for different reasons.

Laurie of course took it as a joke, Isabel and Maria did too, kind of, but not totally convinced. Liz’s empathy told her he had meant every word, and Stuart’s psychological side took it that way too. Max, of course, had meant every word he had said knowing them to be true. He could see through Kyle’s every look, touch and joke he gave Michael. And Kyle knew that that dark side of him was turned on just by Michael, it was those vibes he sent, that said he had no problems being had, which made him the perfect victim if and when the opportunity presented itself. Kyle was totally sure it would eventually come to him, he only had to wait. Liz’s eyes on him were making him very uncomfortable, as he knew of her accurate empathy.

- What? - He turned to her laughing to try uselessly to throw her off.

Liz just arched her eyebrows at him and shook her head. She remembered she had something going with him just before the Max incident. She found it hard to imagine Kyle with another man, except of course, Michael. She decided to change the subject cause it was getting kind of touchy.

- Maria, maybe you should go wake him up so we can all have breakfast together? - Liz suggested, and Maria thankfully, agreed with her and left.


Maria found Michael fast asleep still, and her eyes were drawn to the way she had hurt him in their wild lovemaking last night. She was shocked to see the angry welts on his ass, which had definitely bled, and were now scabbed. She traced one with her finger and watched him jerk and wince. She was considering asking Max to come and heal him feeling a little sick after what she had just found out of how his life had been with those weird people who had taken him in and were all partly responsible of what his sexual tastes had developed into. She couldn’t take her eyes off of what she had done to him and felt as sick as she considered those people who had made him like this. He was definitely hot blooded and that had made him the easiest target to wake his sexuality up so early, plus all the extra help he had got from those who wanted him ready much sooner than was necessary. She considered herself a fairly religious person, but why did these things have to happen to an innocent little boy? Why didn’t he have anyone to look after him properly? That was so unfair! That’s when she felt a hand on her shoulder and she knew it was Liz.

- Don’t blame yourself. You did it to please him, he wanted it, cruel as it may seem. - She squeezed Maria’s shoulder, but that didn’t stop her tears from falling.

- Do you think Max…- Maria started.

- He’s coming. - Liz interrupted her with the certainty of her awakening power.

They heard his steps behind them and turned to him. Maria’s tears brought him fast towards the bed and he couldn’t help gasping when he saw Michael’s condition. He just nodded and knowing his connection with him was strong, he placed his hand over the wounds. Michael jerked, wincing, and his eyes flew open. He looked at Max first confused, then clearly upset.

- No! Don’t! You should ask if I want you healing me! I don’t! This is between Maria and me! No one else, not even you! - He exploded.

Max yanked his hand away, absolutely surprised by Michael’s outburst.

- No, Michael, please! I asked him to! I hate to see you hurt, especially if I did it, even if you wanted it! Take it out on me, not on Max, he’s only trying to help! - Maria was sobbing, her tears running down her face.

Michael shut his eyes tight, then opened them again and they were flooded with tears too. He reached out for Max who went to him, sitting on the bed beside him and receiving Michael in his arms.

- Shit, Max! Sorry, that was so out of line, bro! Please forgive me. I didn’t meant to be ungrateful…- Michael whispered against Max’s ear.

- Hey, man! It’s catching, you know? You’re rambling just like Maria! - Max laughed and held Michael tight against him.

- Dude, you’re absolutely right! - Michael chuckled against Max’s neck.

- I love you bro, you know that…you can ramble all you want, I’ll listen to you, who knows? You might end up making sense. - Max tousled Michael’s hair affectionately, his other hand on his cheek. Michael turned his face and kissed the palm of his healer.

- Ok, go ahead, just do it, or I’ll end up sitting kind of sideways in school and get the funny looks that always gets me. - Then to both girls’ surprise, Max cupped Michael’s chin and kissed him on the lips, so gently, so full of love that the girls could find nothing wrong with it.

- Kyle would kill to be in my place…- Max said rolling his eyes, and they all burst into laughter.

- Yeah…wouldn’t he…- Muttered Michael, who wasn’t fooled by Kyle’s approaches. - Who knows, he might get lucky…- He scoffed, and stretched to let Max do his thing, leaving them all thinking about his last words. They were so concentrated in the healing that they didn’t see Kyle standing just outside the door with a hopeful lusty smile on his lips. Not even Liz was aware of him, watching entranced as Max’s miraculous hands worked on Michael’s wounds into healed faint scars, still a little sensitive to the touch but quite bearable. Maria bent to kiss the scars, and then whacked him smartly making him cry out.

- Ok, up you go, I’m hungry, we all are and breakfast is waiting in the dining room. Stuart is freaking out to get an early start, which of course, will not happen…- Maria babbled.

- There she goes…- Said Max, rolling his eyes again, making Maria blush and shut up.

She pinched Michael’s ass hard, not caring anymore if it hurt him and got him pushing out of bed sooner than even she expected him too.

- Owww! Ok, ok, I’m up! - Michael headed for the bathroom, rubbing his butt, feeling three pairs of eyes on him.

- He’ll take hours, I better…-

- No, I’m not that hungry, you girls go have your breakfast and I’ll take care of my patient, if it’s alright with you. - Max said, somehow not meeting their eyes squarely.

- Ok, Dr. Max. It’s ok with us. - Liz and Maria shared an understanding look and left the room.

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Chapter 119


Liz and Maria walked towards the dining room lost in their own thoughts.

- Liz, do you think…? - But she had no need to finish as Liz was already ahead of her.

- I’ts ok, Maria, they need some time together again. You know it always comes out right. They have one hell of a connection when they’re together.-

Maria gave her a suggestive look and Liz broke out into giggles.

- Not that one! I mean a psychological one. They’re cousins, remember? And it’s their second life together, what else would you expect, huh? -

- Yeah, right…- Said Maria, shaking her head in reluctant acceptance.

They arrived at the dining room just as Anita was bringing an apparently new helping of pancakes, stacked high in a platter. Most of the dishes were swimming in maple syrup, which made it obvious they had already started, since they were taking kind of long. The girls couldn’t blame them and laughed at their apologetic expressions.

- Well, here we are, ready and eager to catch up with you. - Maria beamed.

Both her and Liz filled their dishes flooding them with the golden thick liquid and started the attack.

- Where’s Max and Michael? - Isabel asked, wiping some stray sticky drops from around her mouth delicately with her napkin.

- Michael’s in the shower having a heart to heart with Max. They needed it.-
Liz informed her.

Kyle got up with a funny look in his face.

- Sorry guys, nature call, you know…- He said with a silly grin and rushed out of the room.

- Well, when you got to go, you got to go, no fooling around with nature…- Said Stuart, matter of factly.

- I wander which “nature” he meant…- Commented Isabel getting weird looks from the rest of the gang. - Oh, ignore me, just thinking aloud, no pun intended. - She waved her hand for emphasis and went on eating.

There were a few giggles and chuckles and whatever she had implied on, was forgotten. Laurie had been about to wonder about Kyle’s leaving the room after Max a while ago and coming back before the girls, but thought better of it.


Kyle raced towards the bedrooms as if the hounds of hell were at his heels, braking with a screech in front of the door. Then he padded quietly towards the bathroom where by the sound of the falling water, was where the action was.


Max had followed Michael into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, watching him as he received the spray on his back, bracing himself against the opposite wall of the shower stall with his hands, his head thrown back, his eyes shut and his lips parted in the refreshing pleasure he was experiencing. Max watched entranced the way the water cascaded down his body, channeling between his spread thighs. He wanted to squat under him and drink it as it fell from him, sweet to his taste after it left the tall boy’s flesh. He was almost drooling when Michael got this vibe from him and opened his eyes turning to look at Max over his shoulder. There was no mistaking where he was looking and the longing look in his eyes.

- Hey Max, anyone want to join me? - Michael smirked.

- What? - Max asked, wondering at the implication of Michael’s words, which seemed intended for more than one person.

Michael gestured with his head towards the door of the bathroom and Max turned to see the tips of what he immediately recognized as Kyle’s shoes.

- What do you want Kyle? - He said in his bored patronizing tone.

- Just wondered if you guys needed any help…- He inched into the bathroom, his look saying clearly he had not expected to be discovered.

- So you have upgraded to a voyeur? That’s sick, you know? - Max said disgusted.

- You were just looking at him barely managing to keep the drool in your open mouth! - Kyle shot back at him.

- You have some nerve coming here to keep on criticizing me after you were so mean to me with Langley! - Max shouted, his mouth distorted into a snarl.

- I’m so sorry you didn’t like it, but you know damn well I was speaking the truth which doesn’t seem to agree with you! - Kyle threw back at Max.

- How dare you! - Max spat.

- Because I’m right! You’ve always been a manipulating jerk, and haven’t you, in your superior alien brain given it a thought that if Michael hadn’t been fast enough, or if Pierce had been faster, you would have had to deal with three dying guys, because that would have given you time to get away. And of course, Pierce would have made sure we died before you could get a chance to get to safety and come back to us. And as far as I know, you can’t bring them back once they’re dead, right? Like with Alex? - Kyle’s face was becoming the colour of a ripe plum, and Max’s was approaching a shade close to burgundy.

Michael thought it was up to him to prevent two premature strokes. He had been just short of interfering, letting them blow off their steam as he leant his face on his forearm, watching them for a change.

- Hey! Ok! That’s enough! You guys shouldn’t need any of this crap come between you! So you have your differences of opinion, we all do but deal with it! I want you to be the friends you really are, what do I have to do, bend over and let you take turns at me? Cause I’ll do it if that gets you guys back there! - Michael immediately had their full attention.

Max and Kyle stared at him open mouthed and then at each other. It was Kyle who found his voice before Max.

- Can I go first? -

- Kyle! - Max rolled his eyes at him.

- You really meant it, didn’t you? - Kyle faced Michael, totally determined to make him admit he was serious.

Max glared at Michael who stood there, dripping like a sexy Greek god coming out of a river, smirking at them, then he bit his lower lip, considering what he had just said, and how it had registered in his audience. He realized both Max and Kyle were now on the verge of drooling and was puzzled by the reaction he was getting from them. What could he lose? Or mostly gain? He went on chewing his lip and Kyle was now sporting one hell of a bulge in his crotch, his hand trying to hide it just made it more conspicuous. Max started laughing his head off almost toppling off the toilet, and Michael doubled up with laughter too. Whatever grudges Max had been holding for Kyle dissolved into nothing.

- You’re laughing at me! - Kyle said in absolute shock and humiliation.

- No, dude, sorry, it’s just that you looked so funny…come here, Max, close the door, I can’t right now…- Michael reached out for Kyle and it was all he could do to get there fast enough.

He grabbed Michael’s hand and he gripped back hard. Kyle hesitated.

- No, you’re just mocking me, right? You’re both just laughing at me, waiting for me to cream myself in my pants so you can turn the joke on me! You’re getting back at me for Liz, right Max? I can’t believe you’re with him on this Michael, not you! -

- Do you turn into Maria when you’re turned on? Cause she’d be pouncing on me by now. - Michael was looking at him, expecting something of him that was not coming and was confusing him, rather disappointing him and Kyle felt all this through their hands touching.

- You…you really mean it? - Kyle’s eyes were popping out of his head.

- Kyle, I’m honoured that you want me, man, honest. You’re a great guy, and whatever you’re trying to hide there, is just making me hotter for it. - Michael’s eyes were shining and his hard breathing was confirming his words.

- Thank you! - Kyle exclaimed, turning his head towards the ceiling, to whatever gods had answered his prayers and undid his pants. What popped out of his fly had both Max and Michael staring in disbelief.

“Shit!” Thought Michael. “Kyle! How could you possibly hide that! Jesus!”

“Oh my god!” Thought Max. “I’ve seen him in the showers, but how could he make it bloat 10 times larger is beyond me! Oh Michael, I’ll have a lot of healing to do after he’s through with you. I suggest you back down, man, take my best intentioned advice, for your sake.”

Just as both alien boys could hear each others thoughts, Michael turned to Max, still chewing his lip and shaking his head with a smirk, he sent back to Max a clear: “No way man, I’m taking him on, even if he tears me to shreds.” “It’s your ass, man, and I’m here for you.” Max sent back with a worried look. Michael nodded and Kyle accepted the invitation. He reached up and around grabbing Michael’s hair and pulling his face down to his. His kiss was bruising, all his repressed emotions for Michael poured into it. Their tongues caressed each other with the strength of male muscles until they pulled away breathing hard.

- Bed! - Kyle ordered. - His hand sliding down from Michael’s silky hair over his shoulder and arm to end up grabbing his hand and pulling him after him.

- Max! - Michael pleaded, and the other alien complied, drying him as he passed him with a swipe of his hand.

The second they burst into the bedroom, Michael used his powers to shut the bedroom door which was still open and lock it. As they reached the bed, Michael scrambled on in and felt Kyle right behind him without losing a fraction of a second. Kyle shoved against him hard and sent Michael flat on his stomach. “Ow!” He went as his own hard on crashed on the bed, soft as it was, it couldn’t spare him the pain.

- Hey, man, easy, what are you doing to him? Hurting him, fucking him or making love? - Max was outraged by Kyle’s roughness.

- Sorry, sorry, hey…you just drive me crazy! - He leant over and covered Michael’s back with kisses. As he went lower over his butt and to his thighs, he reached around him and pulled his hips back up so he was braced on his knees, with Kyle wedged between his spread thighs. His hands were digging hard into his ass as he ate him out. Michael found out his tongue seemed to match the generous erection and was driving him wild with the depth it was reaching. Kyle pulled back and took a deep breath.

- You might need this…- Max said and handed him the jar of Vaseline Maria had left by the bed.

Michael stole a glance behind him and couldn’t hide a chuckle.

- What? - Both Max and Kyle asked at the same time.

- That’s a special kind, you’re in for a treat, dude. - Michael smirked.

- What do you mean? - Max said.

- Tell you later. Grease me, man…- Michael told first Max then Kyle.

Kyle didn’t need to be told twice. He uncapped the jar and Michael felt the sweet sting of the icy hot goop sliding into him with Kyle’s eager finger right there with it. The inner massage he was getting had him bucking hard and grinding back into Kyle’s hand. Max reached over and pressed his finger to Michael, grazing Kyle’s as it went in. He took some of the lube betweem his thumb and index and rubbed it feeling the tangy effect. “I’ll have to try this.” He thought.

- Oh shit! - Kyle cried and pulled out of Michael making him gasp and drove the pre-cum dripping head of his cock in. That’s as far as he got, as Michael’s powerful contraction stopped him short. Michael growled into his arms and Kyle stopped shoving, something telling him that if he insisted, he would cause severe damage and turn the experience into a sadistic scene which wasn’t his intention.

- No, no, I want to love you, not just fuck you. I’ll wait for you, ok? I’m not moving until you do. - Kyle whispered, his hands caressing the sweating pain wracked boy.

Michael whimpered and started relaxing as the pain gradually began to lessen. The break helped Kyle get back in control. The knowledge that he was doing it and nothing was stopping him this time, got him in check. His hands started massaging the strong body under him, enjoying the feel of the velvety flesh and the steel muscles under it. He kneaded the tight young skin feeling the warmth of it under his hands, sending jolts of electricity up his arms, and the fire and ice from their sex connection was promising him one hell of an orgasm. Michael was so tight, he couldn’t believe it. He hadn’t been able to force it in, no matter how hard he had tried. He felt the boy finally relaxing where it counted but didn’t try anything until he was sure Michael was ready for him. And then he felt him pushing back and sighing. Kyle let him set the pace, as an inch went in, with a lot of effort, then another, with a gasp and a moan. As Michael started getting another one into him, Kyle gently pushed and felt it forcing its way in. Michael hissed but didn’t stop impaling himself deeper, so Kyle didn’t stop either. Very slowly, he slid in as Michael allowed him into his body. Max sat watching with interest as his young cousin fought willingly a losing battle. He saw Kyle’s monstrosity burying carefully now without apparent restrictions as Michael winced, moaned, writhed and fought it all the way in. Max blinked as Kyle’s body was nearing Michael’s as the last inches disappeared and Kyle’s belly was glued to Michael’s butt with a grunt from both parties. Kyle’s head went backwards, his mouth wide open in triumph. Michael’s eyes were shut tight, his lips parted in the ecstatic torture of being completely filled by his partner’s outstanding length and width. Max shook his head and scoffed. Well, Kyle was finally inside Michael, he almost expected to hear a clap of thunder in the sky. And to his surprise, Kyle who had been so aggressive, practically raping Michael in his impatience, now that he was where he wanted, he was all care and love for the boy he was tearing inside. Michael was squirming and groaning under him.

- Hurts too much? - Kyle whispered against Michael’s back, where his lips were trying to soothe his suffering.

- Mmm…yes…burns and stings…fuck me Kyle…hard…yeah…make it hurt…ease my pain…- Michael rasped in his husky voice.

Incoherent as it sounded, it made perfect sense to Max, who knew Michael’s masochistic tastes, and now to Kyle who was in perfect communication with him. Kyle moved his hips sideways and then in a circle and Michael cried out: “Fuck! Yes!” thrusting back against Kyle as their balls crashed together. Kyle pulled out of him very slowly and pushed back in just as slowly, Michael wasn’t trying to relax, quite the contrary, he was making him force himself inside and Kyle just loved it. After three thrusts, Kyle begged him to relax or he wouldn’t be able to hold back. That was the last Michael wanted so he complied, and now Kyle slid in and out of him smoothly, barely managing to stay in control and enjoying it to the maximum. Kyle raised his body and started a steady rubbing against Michael’s prostate, loving the way he sobbed and squeezed him but he miscalculated and Michael was unable to stop himself and came, slithering and purring. Kyle shoved deep inside him and rammed him short and hard not wanting to be left behind, and he was soon coming unendingly into Michael who went wild again with the hot jets shooting into him. With each throb of his emptying cock, Kyle was met with Michael’s strong grip, making their orgasms so incredibly lasting that Kyle knew it had to be the alien thing. “Oh my god!” Thought Kyle. “This is indescribable! Shit, Michael! You are amazing! Dammit, am I gay?” Kyle thought of the possibility of being with other guys but he was instantly repelled. “No, I’m not, it’s just Michael, I love you, man!” The waves of pleasure were ebbing and Kyle felt himself slipping out and try as he might, there was nothing he could do about it. Max gently pushed him away from Michael, and his eyes widened as he saw Max sliding into Michael right after him and with barely a few stokes, they were both coming in front of his eyes. The thought of Max’s cum joining his in Michael ass made Kyle shiver with a kind of “partners in crime” connection. Max backed out of Michael in spite of his moans of protest. He cleaned himself with his powers and did the same for Kyle.

- Sorry, kid, but we must go now. They’re all waiting for us in the van. And hey, that lube…congratulate Maria for me. -

- How do you…oh, Liz. - Guessed Kyle.

Max nodded and brought Michael’s clothes. They helped him get dressed cause he was totally relaxed and sore, from the winces he tried to hide not to make Kyle feel bad. But Kyle noticed them and went to him and hugged him tight.

- Please don’t hate me for hurting you, I’m sorry, I wanted you to enjoy it…-
Kyle whispered against Michael’s shoulder.

- What are you talking about, dude? It was great, I loved it! I love the way it hurts and leaves me sore inside. Don’t feel bad about it, it’s what I needed.- Michael whispered back and turned and kissed Kyle’s lips as he ground his ass into Kyle’s hands which were groping him there. Kyle gulped and kissed him back.

- You can’t be doing that in front of everyone, you know? - Max told Kyle as if he were talking to a moron.

- I know man, what do you think I am? I’m not pushing him into the eraser room to give him a quickie! - Kyle spat, angry.

- I’d love to see Seligman’s face if he opened the door on us! - Chuckled Michael with a wicked smile.

- Oh my god! Can you imagine my father’s face? - Kyle paled at the thought. - I would have to tell him about Tess to get him off my back! -

Now it was Max and Michael who looked back at him in shock.

- How does it feel to be treated like retards? - Kyle giggled and they shook their heads and laughed with him.

Michael grabbed his duffel bag and heaved it over his shoulder as they left the room. Max raced to his room for his bag but it wasn’t there anymore so he suspected it was already in the van. The same happened with Kyle’s stuff, and as they approached the door, they were met by Anita, Sylvia and Javi waiting to say goodbye to them. Their smiling faces assured them that they didn’t have the slightest idea of what the three had been up to. Then they proceeded out of the house to the van where Laurie was sitting with the gang waiting for the three strays. Michael walked in front of Max and Kyle.

- Don’t! - Snapped Max nudging Kyle’s arm with his elbow.

- What? - Kyle protested feigning innocence.

- Take your eyes off his ass! - Max hissed.

- Oh! Sorry…- Kyle smiled weakly.

Michael climbed the van to be received by Maria who glued her lips to him.

- Hey let me say goodbye to my kid brother! - demanded Laurie and Maria yielded her boyfriend to her.

Brother and sister were lost in a tight hug and when they finally let go, Laurie kissed Michael’s cheek and got one back from him too.

- Take care kid, count on me for anything you need, ok? - She smiled at him.

- Sure, sis. - Michael told her as he buried his hands in her hair and kissed her forehead. Laurie clung to him again until the roaring sound of the engine pulled them apart.

- Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude, but we will arrive in Roswell now after dark, and I don’t want your parents worrying more than necessary, ok? - Stuart said, apologizing.

- You’re absolutely right, goodbye, have a good trip, and call me when you arrive, alright? - Laurie asked Michael.

- Will do. - Michael answered and winked at her as she pulled the side door shut.

Michael stretched out on the floor with a sigh and buried his face in Maria’s lap, nipping playfully at her belly as she giggled and whacked him on the back. Max and Liz sat side by side against the back of the front seat, hand in hand, and Kyle sat against the back door. Max’s eyes kept sending him warning looks, but Kyle had the message loud and clear and blinked back at Max reassuring him. And they were finally off.