RP:]] St Luke's Reform School For Young Gentlemen

I pout at him, "What do you mean old? We're still young baby."

I completely ruin this convincing argument by yawning loudly at the end of it. I raise a hand to stop him before he even thinks about making any kind of comment disputing my youth. I still haven't got over turning 40.

"Okay, we sleep now, then tomorrow I will show you just how young I am." I say, cuddling up against him, "That sounded so much worse than it was meant to."

I rest my head on his chest. I can hear his heartbeat thumping away in my ears, making me smile again, knowing it's beating for me again. I can almost hear it beating out my name.

"OK Brian, you can do that tomorrow by getting up early and making the old man breakfast," I grin as I laugh a little without making any noise.

I feel him poke at my belly and I pout down at him, "Oooow."

OK, I just totally disproved the fact that I am in fact getting old with that. I will just blame the fact that I am more fragile now, yeah, that'll work.

"Brian, don't be naughty, go to sleep," I tell him in a very unconvincing voice, I could never be a Dad.

I rest my head on my pillow and look up at the ceiling, willing myself to get some sleep. I have had a heavy day and I haven't even had a nap in front of the TV! I am surprised I am still breathing.

"Mm, I have better plans for breakfast." I mumble, smirking to myself.

I curl up aganst him, as close as I can get without some kind of unwanted penetration - not that it'd really be unwanted. I don't want to be any further away than I have to.

I press a kiss to the closest part of skin to me and close my eyes, drifting off nearly instantly, years of insomnia ripped away by the close proximity of the man I know I'm going to spend the rest of my life with. The man who's going to make everything okay again, make my life right again.

"Mmmm, I'm sure you do," I mumble as I close my eyes.

I can feel sleep overtake me pretty quickly, a lot quicker than it normally does. But that might be because I haven't got a snoring guy next to me, or a guy that can't sleep and wants me to rock him to sleep. Yeah, I wasn't the best when it came to picking guys.

I let my head full to the side on the pillow, a smile on my face as I pretty much get to sleep as soon as my head touches the pillow, as the old saying goes.

AT THE BAKER-SANDERS HOME

I sigh as I refresh my myspace page again to see that I haven't got any messages, comments or anything! And I haven't had any in ages.

I shake my head before moving the cursor towards the top of the page and closing the window. And as if I am not controlling my brain at all, I move the mouse towards the little Windows Media Player icon. I look through the files until I can find something to... watch.

"I downloaded so much the other night, I am going to be so pissed if none of this is any good," I say to myself as I look through all the file names, all the different random numbers not telling me anything about the movie I am about to watch. So I just randomly click on one.

"OK. Let's see what we've got here..."

"10, hammer, 12, hammer 13, 10, hammer, 12, hammer, 13... fuck!!!"

Again, I hit a bum note on my guitar, screwing up the pretty imperfect run through I had going on. Goddamnit, why do I have the have the Uncle who's a musical genius? I play through the song clip he recorded on my phone to find that, yeah he does. Fuckin' psychopath.

"Come on Chris, he's a drunk and he can play this better than you." I tell myself as I gear up to try again.

I set about playing the track again, remembering all the tips he gave me, none of which work very well for me at all. I'm just getting to the end of the crazy long solo when my phone beeps and I'm once again thrown off.

Typical, NOW I have a social life. I swear I'm going to kill whoever is texting me right now.

I hit my phone, thankful for a touch screen when I'm frustrated to find that Becky's just ruined my stride. I drop my guitar in shock before quickly realizing what I've done.

"Ah! Gibson!" I pick the guitar up again and start apologizing to it.

I rest it properly against my bed and scramble to look at the text, "Hi Chris, looking forward to our date this weekend. Smiley face. Becky, kiss."

A kiss? A smiley face? Oh man, this is moving at a speed I'm not ready for. I open a blank message ready to respond to her but quickly realize I have nothing to actually say.

"Uhhhh..."

I sit back in my computer chair a little more, after enlarging the screen and grinning at the moving image on the screen.

"Ooooh yeah, Courtney likey," I say.

I'm still grinning as I scramble around the desk trying to find my headphones, something tells me that these boys are moaners.

I let out a hiss of victory as I find the headphones, attached to my mp3 player, the irony! I plug them into the computer tower and before I even put them in I can hear the porn star style moans. I grin, yet again as I quickly plug them into my ears.

And now, I am projected into a world of my own. I watch the full screen image on the computer, the moans filling my ears as I imagine that the hot guy topping is in fact doing what he's doing to me. I bite my lip as I feel my thighs and my ass starting to tingle.

"Yeah, me too. Big grinning face! Chris, kiss." I rub at my head, "No, that's not right either."

I clear the screen again. Why does talking to girls have to be so hard? Why can't I just be a cool, smooth talker? Why can't this come naturally to me? Or... or... why can't I be a mute? Coz if I was a mute then I wouldn't be able to embarass myself and this'd all be so much easier!

"And I wonder why I'm still single."

I try again, thinking up some clever response to what is the most important text of my life. Ever. Bar none.

"Me too, babe... No, no babe. Babe is bad. Babe is like... third date material and even then it's fuckin' corny." I delete the message again, "I think I need some help here."

I dip my hand low into my tight jeans, amazed that I can actually get my hand in there, since it takes the jaws of life for me to normally get in them in the mornings.

I keep my eyes trained on the screen like I am hypnotised by the image, helping along the fantasies in my head.

I bite into my lip, stopping any moans that come out as I dip my finger into my moist hole. My Dad's may be downstairs, but if they heard moaning of any kind I'm sure they'd be up here before you can ever say porn.

I haven't done this much, and it still hurts a little bit. But the pain is washed out by the fact I am so turned on right now to even think straight.

I get up from my bed after once again trying to make a sensible response. I figured that a winking face probably wasn't ideal. I don't want her to think I'm only after one thing. I'm a good guy, I like to get to know the girls and...

Well I wouldn't exactly know what to do in the first place. As much as Uncle Brian explains it to me, I'm still at a loss. There's so much to remember.

I pocket my phone and head into the hallway, crossing the Courtney's room. I put my ear to the door. It's quiet in there, I can hear some creaking of her computer chair so she's obviously up.

I knock on the door softly, "Court?"

I bite into my lip and whimper some more as I shimmy out of my jeans a little to give myself more access.

My eyes are pretty much closed now, all I am listening to is the moaning of the guys, focusing more on the guy on top. The images in my head are him, laying on top of me, his hands tracing over my pussy, driving me wild.

"Fuck," I let out as I feel my fingertip brush over my G Spot, amazed at myself for finding it.

What the hell is going on here? She sounds hurt, sort of breathless. Has she fallen or something and can't call for help? I better find out. As much as we tease each other, she's still my sister and I wouldn't want her to end up hurting herself.

I push open the door, "Court, are you... oh my GOD!"

I quickly cover my eyes with my hand and turn my back to her, "Oh God, oh God, oh God... nightmares, nightmares!"

What the hell?! What the hell was... is... oh my GOD! And more to the point, why am I still in the same room as her when she's... euwwww!

I hear the noise of my door slamming shut and jolt up a little in my seat. I widen my eyes and look to the door, praying to God that it isn't one of my Dad's in here. I am somewhat relieved that it's Chris, but still pissed at him for not knocking.

I pull the headphones from my ears and take my finger away, frowning a little from the lose of pressure.

"Chris! What the hell is wrong with you?" I ask him as I pull my jeans back up again, his back is turned so I'm not so worried about covering up in a hurry.

"Can't you see I am BUSY?!"

"I can now! I thought you'd hurt yourself! Or... I mean you were out of breath and you didn't answer when I knocked and... I just wanted to make sure you were okay and I find THAT!"

I rub frantically at my eyes, trying to will the image away but I'm pretty sure it's going to come back to haunt me over nights to come. And at inappropriate moments.

"Oh God, I think I'm going to hurl."

I bite my lip and watch his back as I can see him shifting on his feet. I'm trying my hardest not to laugh right now right now. I don't know whether it is because it's embarrassing, even though I'm not even blushing, or just because it is funny that my sweet and innocent brother caught me masturbating.

"If you're going to hurl, can you get out of my room first? As I said, I was busy, and this porn is almost over!"

OK, now I am just doing it to gross him out now, but in my opinion, it is still funny.

I cover my ears and close my eyes, "LALALALALA!!!"

I don't need to hear what she's doing, why she's doing it and I certainly did not need to know that my sister watches porn! That's supposed to be what I do! I'm supposed to have the hidden stacks of porn, not her and...

"Euw!"

I exit the room pretty quickly, slamming the door shut behind me before running into my own room and hunting for a towel. I need a shower man, I need to scrub the unclean from me!

I burst into a fit of laughter, shaking my head as I turn back to the porn on the screen. But I stop laughing as soon as I realise something.

"Damnit! I'm not in the mood anymore!" I say before pulling a face and mentally killing Chris in his sleep.

"And that was a good fucking fantasy," I cross my arms over my chest and scoff to myself.

But I keep my eyes trained on the screen again anyway, hoping I can get something from this again to carry on where I left off. It did feel pretty damn amazing, a lot better than it has done before. I want to feel what that climax would have being like.

I snatch up my phone sending a quick response to Becky, suddenly thinking that "Yeah, me too!" sounds about perfect before rapidly scrabbling at my eyes. I may as well just go gay now, I will never find a woman attractive again after that.

But I can't go gay coz then my dad's will be giving me advice or I'd be thinking about them or something like that and again it'd all go icky and wrong.

Maybe I should just become a eunuch?

[[I don't know where I'm going with this now, haha.]]

It's no use, every time I close my eyes to get back into my fantasy again but all I can see if Chris with a terrified look on his face, watching a girl finger herself. Not me, but his girlfriend.

I'm laughing again in seconds before shaking my head and giving up on this for good now.

"Oooh Chris, you are so going to pay," I think to myself as I get rid of the porn on my screen and open up the internet again.

[[I was thinking maybe he could go crying to one of the Dad's? Or call Brian? Or... something? I don't know, haha.]]

I need to get this off my mind, I need to get as far away from scary sister as I can. I gte up from the bed I've currently got my head buried in and walk out of my room, ears covered with my hands, eyes screwed tightly shut.

It's lucky I very rarely use the lights, I can find my way around without them. As I walk into tables and banisters continually, I figure maybe I could do with opening my eyes.

I nervously do so, still moving as I do, to find myself at the top of the stairs. This should be easy enough.

OR so I think until I miss my footing and begin falling head first down them.

[[The Dad's could work, I mean Brian's a little tied up at the moment after all, haha.]]

I am currently wrapped up in Matt's arms right now, both of us watching a really crappy B movie on one of these TV channels that are on some weird number than no one can remember.

I yawn a little as I try not to fall asleep, following Matt's example right now.

I feel my eyes drooping until I hear a yell and a crash from the hallway. I widen my eyes and pull myself away from Matt's arms pretty quickly. I make my way across the room quickly towards the living room door to the hallway.

"Chris? Courtney?" I ask as I open the door.

I widen my eyes as I see Chris at the bottom of the stairs on his back and his legs wrapped up, resting on the banisters.

"Chrissie?!" I yell as I run over to him and slide along the wooden floor towards him.

"Baby are you OK? What happened?"

"Ow, ow, ow..." I rub at my head as I look across at my Dad.

Typical, I take a great fall and I don't get amnesia. That's just unfair. That'd have made things so much easier. Although I'd have hated to think how they'd have tried to bring my memory back.

"I'm okay, I just lost my footing." I explain, half smiling.

I can't really tell my dad what really happened, that'd be very, very, very wrong and I never want to have to discuss it again.

"All the way down the stairs?" I ask him as I help him sit up on the last step and I sit in front of him.

He looks a little shaken up, which is pretty obvious since he has just fallen down the stairs. But he looks like he's going to throw up or something. He looks more... disturbed than hurt.

"Are you sure you're OK?" I ask him.

I hope we don't have to take him to the emergency room like we did that time when Courtney fell down the steps at the park and broke her collar bone. We ever given such dirty looks from the other parents in the hospital. And Courtney was even taken to a special room and asked questions about whether we were abusing her! I hate hospitals.

"I'm fine, Dad, really." I say, rubbing at my slightly grazed elbow, "I've had worse. I mean... remember that time I jumped off the shed coz I thought I could fly like Superman?"

I wasn't really the most intelligent kid in the world. But then again I'm not exactly the most intelligent guy in the world even now. How many people can fall down the stairs just because they're disgusted and terrified having seen their sister do really, really wrong things.

I smile at Dad Z, "I'll live, I just... need some ice cream?"

"Yeah, that's true. You just worry me sometimes, you know what I'm like with you kids," I say as I help him to his feet.

"Dad M's asleep in the living room, so, come and sit down in the kitchen. I'll get you some ice cream," I tell him as I walk behind him towards the kitchen, watching him from behind to make sure he is walking straight and doesn't have any injuries he's not telling me about.

"So what ice cream do you want? Chocolate, vanilla, strawberry, cookie dough?" I ask him I make my way towards the freezer to get some ice cream for him.

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