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Subject: The Brothers Next Door – 12 (gay, M/tt, inc, oral, anal) THE BROTHERS NEXT DOOR: by Mobius Necessary Disclaimers: * This story is fiction; none of characters represent any persons in real life and none of the events described actually happened, at least to my direct knowledge. * This fictional story depicts sexual activity between adults and youths under the age of 18, including themes of incest. Do not read if this matter offends you, or because of your age or region of residence, it is illegal for you to do so. * “The Library is Open!”. Help keep the Nifty library open by donating at http://donate./donate.html * (c) 2021 Mobius Loop w/ permission for Nifty Archive Alliance. CHAPTER TWELVE: “Mr. Davis,” the young FBI agent said, “May we come in? There is something very serious we need to discuss.” I tried to keep my expression fixed in a look of relaxed curiosity and not reflect the panic that was going through my veins. After the last two weeks, I couldn’t imagine any reason the FBI would be here unless my activities with underage boys had been discovered. The only thing that kept me hesitant is that they hadn’t actually arrived with any police or had put me immediately under arrest. I gestured for them to come into my living room and offer them seats on the sofa. As they thanked me and I sat in a chair opposite them, Ethan came into the room. He saw them and froze, immediately recognizing they were official. The young woman, Agent Monroe, saw him step into the room. “Ah, this is Ethan McCabe,” I said to the two agents. “He’s a neighbor boy who has come over to get his younger brother, Danny. Danny had a sleepover with my son last night.” She smiled pleasantly. Her partner, Agent Tillson, spoke up. “So, your son is here in the house right now?” he asked. I nodded, gesturing to the stairs. “He’s upstairs getting showered and dressed,” I replied. “I picked him up from Friday after school. Apparently, my ex-wife and her fiance’ flew out to Las Vegas to get married this week and couldn’t take him.” The two agents looked at each other, then Tillson continued, “And, Mr. Davis, how much do you know about her fiance’, John Carlisle?” With that, the living room broke out into a ruckus of sound from Danny galloping down the stairwell. He saw the two guests and froze halfway down. He glanced nervously from me to his brother and then me again. “Actually,” Agent Monroe said to her partner in a hushed tone of voice, “perhaps we should continue this when there aren’t as many neighbors in the home.” Suddenly, another ruckus of sound as the front door opened and Carol walked in unannounced. “I hope you boys are ready, we need to get on the…” her voice tailed off as she saw the two agents in my living room, both standing now as she entered the room. “Uh, Carol… this is Agent Tillson and Agent Monroe from the FBI. Agents, this is my neighbor, friend, and teenager taxi service, Carol McCabe.” The two agents shook her hands, Agent Tillson with a far away look in his eye, as if he were trying to remember something. “FBI?” Carol asked me. “Are you getting raided? I told you not to post those memes about the President on Facebook.” Her awkward joke seemed to lighten the mood a bit, and everyone lightly chuckled. Holding her arms out, she gestured for Ethan and Danny to head out the door. “Come on, boys, let’s get out of Todd’s hair… he has some important people to talk to.” I could tell in her eyes she looked nervous as well. She had confessed just the day before that she knew about me and Ethan. If they were investigating me, what might they learn and what would she have to defend? “Excuse me, ma’am,” Agent Tillson said, “you said your name was Carol McCabe? Are you the ex-wife of Jack McCabe?” With that name spoken aloud, all three of them stopped in their tracks. “Yes,” she said, “I divorced him years ago.” The two agents glanced at each other with a mixture of confusion and concern. But before anyone else could continue the conversation, the front door opened again and my brother ushered himself inside. “Hey, Todd!” he said, his face in a confident smile. “I was hoping to get here first. I’m sorry to miss the party.” “Excuse me, sir,” Agent Monroe said, “can I ask who you are?” “Agents, this is Andrew Davis, my brother…” I began. “… and family attorney. I’m the one that’s been on the phone with your Assistant Director for the past three days,” Andrew concluded. He nodded at the Agents, but then smiled at Carol. “Todd, you won’t believe what happened,” he said excitedly, “but when you had asked me to do that search for your neighbor’s ex-husband…” “Excuse me?” Carol said, glaring at Andrew and then at me. “What are you doing asking lawyers to find my ex?” “Oh, my goodness, you must be his friend, Carol,” Andrew smiled, shaking her hand. She glanced at him quickly before returning to stare me down. “Carol, you wanted to have that conversation with the boys and I just wanted to get you the info of where he might be so you could be prepared if they had any questions of whether he was alive or dead,” I quickly told her on the defensive. “You guys found my dad?” Danny suddenly asked from the foot of the stairs. At which point Ethan stepped forward as well. Carol watched the questioning looks on her sons’ faces and turned back to me. “Well, this isn’t what I wanted, Todd,” she said. “It’s bad enough we had to revisit these old ghosts, I didn’t want the boys to get their hopes up only to be disappointed, AGAIN!” Suddenly, Adam appeared on the stairs, “What’s all the noise going on down here? Uncle Andrew!” He tumbled the rest of the way downstairs and ran to my brother’s side, where he gave him a big hug. “Hey, champ!” Andrew smiled at him. “Look at how grown up you are!” “EXCUSE ME, everyone,” Agent Monroe spoke up loudly to get everyone’s attention, “my partner and I need to speak with the Davises. If everyone who isn’t a Davis could please excuse us, we’ll be able to conclude our business.” Carol shook her head in confusion, “Wait, I thought we were talking about Jack McCabe.” “They were actually asking questions about Brenda’s fiance’, John Carlisle,” I said. Carol then motioned to Andrew. “But he said he came here because he was investigating Jack’s whereabouts,” she said. “Actually….” Andrew started, focusing the attention on him. He looked at the two agents directly, “… perhaps its best if Mrs. McCabe is part of this conversation, too.” The young man nodded his head at his partner. “Okay, a revision to my prior request,” Agent Monroe stated, “If everyone who is under the age of 18 could please excuse us, we’ll be able to conclude our business here.” “Mom?” Ethan said, “What about dad?” “Ethan,” Carol said seriously. “Take Danny and Adam over to our house and stay there until I come and get you.” “Dad?” Adam asked, “What’s going on?” “I don’t know yet, bedbug,” I said to him. “But go with Ethan and Danny. Once Carol, Andrew, and I finish speaking with these nice folks from the FBI, I’ll talk to you.” Adam slowly walked over to the other boys, looking scared. After the conversation we had only a few hours earlier about my going to jail, he looked like he might not see me again. But Ethan put his hand on Adam’s shoulder and the three of them shuffled back into the kitchen. I heard the garage exit open and close, and then nodded to the Agents. “Thank you, Mr. Davis,” Agent Tillson said. “We only need a little bit of your time right now, but we may need to have additional conversations with your son.” “If necessary,” Andrew interjected, “but please work with me to schedule those interviews.” “Andrew?” I asked him. He gestured for me to shush, and motioned for me to focus on the agents. Agent Tillson nodded with appreciation. “As we were discussing before, Mr. Davis, would you tell us what you know about John Carlisle?” he asked. I thought for a moment but shook my head in resignation. “Nothing, particularly,” I explained. “He moved in next door to us about five years ago. Shortly after, he had an affair with my wife. The affair ended my marriage a few years ago, at which point I moved here. I’ve only ever seen him once, right after he moved in. He kept to himself. Seemed pretty quiet and meek. I call him Milquetoast to make fun of how mild-mannered he is.” “Does he know where you live?” Agent Monroe asked. I shook my head. “I doubt it, unless he got the information from my brother,” I explained. “I used Andrew to coordinate any arrangements or communication between the two sides of the family. The divorce was… contentious.” The two agents looked at each other and nodded in agreement. “We appreciate you bearing with our questions, Mr. Davis,” Agent Tillson replied. “But we needed to know what kind of relationship, if any, you might have had with John Carlisle. But what brings us this morning is to advise you that late last evening, agents from our Las Vegas field office took John Carlisle and Brenda Davis into custody.” Carol and I both gasped. Andrew stood silent. “We’ve been watching John Carlisle for some time and believe that he has been involved with child exploitation and the creation and distribution of child pornography,” Agent Tillson continued. “We conducted a sting with Mr. Carlisle, and one of our agents posed as an underage boy online. They chatted over one of Mr. Carlisle’s adult website profiles. After several months of baiting, he agreed to come to Las Vegas to meet, saying he was going to bring the wife because she was `good with a camera’.” I couldn’t believe it! Brenda was helping this guy? It made me seriously wonder who was really in change in this relationship. “He crossed state lines for the purposes of committing sex acts with an underage person, which gave us what we needed to arrest him. But given some of his prior suspected activities, we’d like to bring as much to table as possible to ensure he can be tried and sentenced to the maximum extent.” Agent Monroe spoke up, “While our agents are interrogating Mr. Carlisle and Mrs. Davis right now in Las Vegas, we came to you this morning for two reasons. The first was to make sure you were aware of the situation with Adam’s mother. We understand she has primary custody of your son, but now with this new situation, we wanted to make sure you could take appropriate measures for Adam’s long-term custody.” Andrew cleared his throat, “I can promise you, Agents, we are already taking steps regarding Adam’s custody. Once I found out what had happened this morning, I scheduled an appointment with the judge first thing tomorrow morning.” “Secondly,” Agent Monroe continued, “we wanted to ask for you and your son’s cooperation in providing any information or testimony that might help us.” My throat was dry. This was crazy. “Umm,” I said in response, “Adam has always been very open with me, and if John had tried to physically interfere with my son, he would have told me.” “While I’m sure you and your son have a solid relationship,” Agent Tillson said, “you’d be surprised at how skilled some of these predators are. They can turn a child to mistrust their own parents, to make it less likely that the child will talk about what happened.” I shook my head, “For what little he’s ever said about John Carlisle, he doesn’t have any great love for him. Adam thinks he’s… creepy.” “Understatement of the year,” Carol whispered out loud to no one in particular. Andrew chuckled. I looked at my brother, giving him a `heads-up’ glance, “But, uh, Adam did tell me a few things this weekend which makes me wonder whether he was getting groomed.” I provided the agents with a carefully edited description of how my son had inadvertently expressed his curiosity about male sexuality to Brenda’s fiance’, after which John had set him up with a secret email account he could use to make profiles on adult pornography sites. I explained how Adam confessed that sometimes John would send him links directly and was very curious about his reactions. Adam even explained how one of the links appeared to contain homemade footage of an adult man with an underage boy. Agents Monroe and Tillson listened intently as I described what I had been told by Adam. When I completed my story, Agent Tillson nodded solemnly. “I have no doubt he was starting to groom your son,” Agent Tillson said. “It’s a standard formula these predators use: they build trust with the boy by sharing secrets, then use his existing curiosity as leverage to introduce the boy to more… sophisticated… ideas. All for the purposes of creating a window of opportunity and willingness for the molestation to occur. But given what your son has told you, luckily, it sounds as if he hasn’t yet … interfered… with your boy.” “We’d very much like your permission to access your son’s email account, so it can be audited for any evidence which links back to John Carlisle. If he sent your son a link to illegal child pornography, that evidence would add serious weight our case against him,” Agent Monroe stated. At that point, my brother stepped in. “I will work with my brother and my nephew to ensure that any evidence regarding communications with John Carlisle will be provided to your office,” he said. “However, given that he’s probably used the email address for his own social purposes, we aren’t comfortable providing you with unrestricted access. I think he’s a little young to have his innocent personal communications on file with the federal courts.” The agents nodded at my brother. “Well, then, I hope we can call you this week and schedule the interview with Adam. We’d very much appreciate his help in sharing details about any interactions he’s had with Mr. Carlisle.” The FBI agents moved to leave, but Carol stepped over in front of the door. “Now, wait a minute,” she said. “Before anyone şişli travesti leaves, I think I have the right to know what any of this has to do with the search for Jack McCabe.” The agents and my brother looked at each other back and forth, until Andrew took Carol’s elbow and turned her to face him. “Carol,” he said. “I’m sorry, but … John Carlisle IS Jack McCabe.” She started to shake for a minute, so I stepped up beside her and grabbed her arm. Between myself, Andrew, and the agents, we corralled her onto the chair where she sort of crumpled. I was surprised at how strongly this was affecting her. If anyone was going to be weak-kneed, it should have been me! Andrew knelt down beside Carol on the floor and put his hand on hers, “When Todd asked me to look into finding out what happened to your ex-husband, I thought it would be pretty straightforward, so I had one of our interns do her magic, searching some national databases. At first, Sally found it very odd that shortly after the divorce, all of the activity related to his social security number just stopped, but she couldn’t find a corresponding death certificate. Well, she kept digging and got into motor vehicle records and… the short of it is… she discovered he had completely undertaken a new name, a whole new alias.” “John Carlisle,” Carol muttered. “No,” Andrew replied. Turning to the rest of us, he continued. “John Carlisle is his third alias. But since Jack McCabe disappeared, he’s been two other men — Jacob McCain, and Daniel Carlisle. And, uh, according to the records at the time, both of these names came up in suspect searches in a few outstanding child sexual exploitation and child sexual abuse investigations.” “Our national databases are set up to flag searches containing certain names or keywords, and when Sally started doing sequential searches with a lot of red flag words, or forensic data analysts picked up on it and got us the details. At that point, we reached out to your brother and Sally the intern to work on what they had discovered,” Agent Monroe explained. “They were looking at the history of John Carlisle, but couldn’t find any,” Andrew continued. “We had found the future iterations of Jack McCabe. We sort of met in the middle.” “Of course,” Carol sighed. “Carlisle. It was his mother’s maiden name. But the fact that fucker used my son’s name when he was out molesting children turns my stomach.” We spent a few moments at that point waiting for Carol to collect herself from the shock about hearing what had happened to her ex-husband. What Agent Tillson couldn’t get over was the coincidence that Jack McCabe / John Carlisle moved in next door to me, and a few years later I move out and get a house bordering on his family’s property. Its why Agent Tillson had been so intent on finding out if I had any sort of relationship with Jack / John beyond him being the son of a bitch who broke up my family. After exchanging contact information, the Agents left. My brother said he wanted to speak with Adam after he got back home and, in the meantime, sat and chatted with Carol. Carol seemed to bounce back pretty quickly and regained her sense of humor. She was concerned about what she was going to tell the boys, and she was still annoyed with me for going behind her back in searching for her ex-husband. But since no one could have predicted this was all going to tie together, in retrospect she was glad I asked my brother to pursue it. It had been an hour since the Agents initially arrived, and Carol felt she needed to get home. She didn’t know if they were still going to be able to visit her parents for Danny’s birthday weekend, but she needed to get home and “handle the boys”, as she said. She would send Adam home, which would give us the opportunity to talk to him. But we all agreed, for the boys’ sakes, we would have to be very discreet as perhaps it wasn’t best for them to know that their dad had anything to do with Adam. In the moment after she left, I noted to Andrew how clever his intern had been to connect the dots like she had. “Yeah, and you fuckin’ owe me!” he laughed. “One of the best interns I’ve worked with in 15 years, and the FBI have already sent her a recruitment letter.” About 10 minutes after, I heard the rear door open and close and Adam strode into the living room, coming right over and hugging me. “Dad! I was so worried. Why did we have FBI in our house?” Andrew put his hand on Adam’s shoulder, “It’s nothing to worry about, Adam. It’s just… well… how would like to live with your dad from now on? Permanently?” Adam’s face lit up, “Can I? I thought the judge wouldn’t let me yet. They said I had to stay with my mom.” “Well, Adam,” Andrew continued. “Unfortunately, your mom’s fiance’ — John — got in some trouble with the law. In fact, they both did. That’s why the FBI was here, to talk to us about that. So, I’m going to talk to a judge tomorrow and I’m sure that the judge will agree that you should live with your dad full-time.” “She’s not hurt, is she?” he asked. “Will I get to visit her?” “No, she’s not hurt,” I replied. “And we’ll have to see about visits. It depends on what happens with your mom and the police. I’m sure you’ll be able to visit her one day, but it may be a while.” Andrew then proceeded to explain to Adam that the FBI wanted to ask him questions about John. Because Adam had been around John, they wanted to know if Adam had seen or heard anything around him that might have been illegal. Andrew assured him that he and I would be there and would help him answer any questions that they asked. We then told him that the FBI wanted to know about the email account that John had set up for him, and the kinds of emails he sent. Adam blushed red when he found out everyone knew about his secret email account, but I assured him we were only going to share the things related to John and nothing about his communications with Danny or any other friends he might have emailed. I did have to break the news to him that together we were going to delete all of his profiles on the adult websites John had sent him to. Adam wasn’t particularly bothered by that. We spent a few hours that afternoon with my brother discussing how we would need to work with the FBI. He would help us create a package of files from Adam’s emails, as well as document all of the adult website’s John had exposed him to. Andrew told Adam that although it was perfectly healthy and normal for him to be curious about sex with women or men, no one should use that as a reason to try to influence a young man like him into doing things that were not appropriate for him. Adam said he understood that, but that there was no way he would have ever done anything `inappropriate’ with “Creepy John”. That afternoon, after Andrew left, Adam came up to me and hugged the stuffing out of me. “I was so scared the police had come, that Danny or Ethan or Carol had tattled and you were going to go away. I thought I was going to be sick.” I hugged him firmly, “No… we were lucky today. But I think it’s a good lesson for us. What we have is very special, and yes, it is illegal. If we keep doing things together, like we did last night and this morning, there will always be a risk it could be discovered.” “Does that mean we have to stop?” Adam asked woefully. I looked down at my beautiful boy, his eyes in dismay. I kissed his forehead. “I think if we are very, very careful,” I suggested, “we might be okay. Even if we stopped right now and promised never, ever to do it again, I would still be guilty of what we did last night. So, I need you to think really, really hard about whether you can keep this a secret. If you think you can, then I’m sure all of us can continue to enjoy some special moments.” Adam seemed to think really hard, but then smiled and leaned up to kiss me on the mouth. We shared a lovely, full-lipped kiss for several moments until I heard the back door. We separately instantly. In through the garage door came Danny. He was sporting a purple shiner over his left eye and was holding an ice bag against his face. “Hey,” he said. “You guys free?” “What happened to you?” I asked, shocked. “Ethan punched him!” Adam giggled. I did a double-take and looked at Danny, waiting for confirmation. “Yyyyyeah,” Danny sighed. “When we were alone over at the house, Chatty-Cathy over here…” he gestured to Adam “… had to ask questions about some of the things we did from last night. Ethan found out that I involved Adam after he tied you up for me, so he clocked me.” “Knocked him on his butt,” Adam said. I glanced from Adam back at Danny. “And what did you do?” I asked. Danny just smirked from beneath his ice pack, “Nothing. I figured Ethan had a right to be pissed, so I just took it.” I was really impressed — things with his brother must really have improved since their previous relationship was strained with competition and one-upmanship. There is no way old Danny would have just taken a punch because he deserved it. “So where is Ethan now?” I asked. At this, Danny smiled. “Grounded… for punching me,” he said. “Is it okay if I talk to Adam?” “Of course,” I said, and the two boys left my side in the kitchen and ran up to Adam’s room. I picked up the house from breakfast and worked on some laundry, trying to process everything that had come up today. My God, it was if some strand of fate had linked our families… that I would move here and meet them, would fall in love with Ethan, would help them face the truth of their father… and then to have their father be entwined in my son’s life as well. It was uncanny. I went upstairs to put some clothes away and find out whether Danny was going to stay for dinner. As I approached Adam’s door, I could hear them talking. “Are you sure, Adam? I don’t want you to feel like I pressured you.” “No, Danny, I mean… I think about you all the time. I feel like you are one of the only friends I have that really gets me. You’ve been so helpful and you never judge the strange thoughts I have. I was kind of happy when I heard you talking to dad this morning…about how you felt…” “I would just … I just don’t… I mean, how would we work? You’re 10 and I’m 14 now.” “Well, my uncle says I’ll be living here all the time now,” Adam confessed. “So, I think we’ll have a lot of time to figure it out. Boyfriends?” “Boyfriends,” Danny confirmed. They fell silent and I could only imagine what they were doing, so I thought I would find out. I grabbed the door quickly and flung the door open. “Hey boys, what’s going on?!” Danny and Adam jumped. They were on the floor, and Adam was leaning over and trying to kiss Danny around his ice-pack. “Is this good news?” The boys grinned and nodded. I told them I was very happy, but that I would appreciate it if they talked to me before they got too physical with each other. There was an age difference to consider, and I wanted to make sure they were both ready for what they had in mind. I didn’t want to manage their relationship, but it was important for me that they could both handle any sexual things they were interested in. The rest of the evening went by pleasantly. Danny went home for dinner, and Adam and I hung out and talked about what the week would be like. We would have a lot of meetings with his uncle Andrew, and then with the FBI, and we were both concerned they would find out about his crush on me or where it had led. I assured him his uncle would make sure only the emails to and from John would be shared with the FBI. But we talked a long time about how to be careful about what he said, and not to speak at all about things that had been said or happened between us. He would want to focus on only John — what he did, what he said — and not talk about anyone else. That evening, we cuddled up in my bed together, naked. Adam slipped his hand down around my cock, playing with it, quickly making it hard. “Dad?” he asked, his fingers dancing through the precum already bubbling up at my tip. “Yeah, baby?” “Um… are you…” he hesitated, “… in love with Ethan?” I gave a long sigh, partly in delight from his delicate hand-job. “Yes, bedbug, I am.” “Does he love you?” “Yes, honey, I think he does.” “You guys gonna get married?” I laughed, “No, no time soon. Remember, in the eyes of the law, Ethan is still too young. When he gets older, we may try to actually date. But, right now, everything has to be a secret, or else I go to jail.” Adam clucked his tongue, “Isn’t it funny… that falling in love means you go to jail.” “Well, the law has a lot of particular ideas about who can fall in love, and when its okay for them to do that,” I explained. “Overall, the law tries to protect vulnerable people from being hurt, but its not exact. It doesn’t account for everything. Its like if you had to do surgery on a sick person, but you only had a chainsaw and not a scalpel. That’s why everything ends up so messy.” “Do you mind… that Danny and I want to be boyfriends?” I thought about this. A few short weeks ago, Danny was not the kind of young man that I would have wanted Adam spending time with. But now, after everything that happened, perhaps they would be good together. If Adam truly was a young pervert in the making, maybe Danny would be the best influence to … temper… his interests. “Being boyfriends with someone can be wonderful, Adam,” I said, “but it can also be really hard. That’s why I want you guys to talk to me about problems so I can help you. I think its great you want to be close friends, and if you guys continue to feel the way you do about one another, I think you’ll be great boyfriends.” “Don’t worry,” Adam smiled. “I already told Danny he could have sex with you as much as he wanted.” I chuckled, “Oh, don’t I get a say?” Adam’s response beylikdüzü travesti was to curl up across my hips and plunge my cock into his mouth. The shock and pleasure of it made me gasp, feeling his tongue slurping around my head and gathering up the precum. He took his time that evening, enjoying the feelings and the flavors, as I occasionally gave him some advice. It would be the first time he sucked on me since we discussed his feelings that morning, and the first time I would come into his hungry, gulping mouth. It would not be the last. That week was busy. Although it was Adam’s spring break, he and I had a lot to do. We got word first thing Monday from Andrew that the judge had granted me permanent custody of my son. This meant there was a lot of work to do, as we would have to move Adam in permanently, including moving his doctor’s care and having him transfer schools. This led to a long and tearful discussion as Adam didn’t want to leave all his friends. We finally agreed that we would work out an arrangement so he could finish the rest of the school year where he was, and we would register him at the new school in the fall. With promises of plenty of summertime visits with his friends, he seemed more accepting of the plan. We also had several meetings with my brother at his law office, where Andrew helped coach Adam on how to speak to the FBI and tell this story correctly. Using Adam’s laptop, Andrew worked with us to find the key emails from John / Jack that we needed to provide to the FBI, including the emails which linked to online pornography. It allowed Andrew to build an electronic portfolio that he could send to Agents Tillson and Monroe for their investigation. For portions of this, we had to have Adam leave the room, at which point he would grumble “… I’ve already seen them, so what’s the point of having me leave?”. Apparently, some of the links connected to private web pages on the dark web — including the page where Adam had seen the father having sex with his young son. As we reviewed it to document its content, I suddenly felt very angry. The more I listened to their hushed voices, the more and more it dawned on me. The adult man was John / Jack, and the little boy was Ethan. Jack had videotaped one of the sessions with his son from 10 years ago. It certainly made sense — the video quality would be what you’d expect from that time. I didn’t tell Andrew my realization, but I would have to talk to Carol and Ethan about it. Finally, our interview with the FBI came up and Agents Tillson and Monroe returned to the house with an audio recorder. With his uncle Andrew and me right there, Adam didn’t seem intimidated to speak to the FBI at all. He answered their questions succinctly and simply, talking about different interactions he had with “John”, including the times he thought were intrusive or “weird”. Occasionally, Adam would pause to have a whispered conversation with his uncle before providing his answer. I was very proud of the way he handled himself. After about an hour, the two FBI agents seemed more than pleased by the information we had provided them, including the email evidence and dark-web pornography. They said they would be in contact if they needed to follow-up on anything, but otherwise would be in touch as the case progressed. Apparently, Brenda and John were denied bail and were being held in prison pending their trial. Finally, with the magnifying glass of the FBI safely far away from my home, I could try to work on my relationships with Carol and the boys. Carol seemed to have adjusted and taken everything in stride, although the boys admitting being conflicted about the situation with their father. After missing for 10 years, they only discover that he’s been living under aliases and molesting other children. They were glad he was in jail and not hurting other boys, but now felt guilty by association. It was harder for Carol, who admitted to me she felt responsible for the harm her ex-husband had caused: if she had just called the police that night so many years ago, he would have been arrested and put in the system where he could be monitored. While she was protecting her sons from the embarrassment of an investigation and trial, she set up other boys to undergo the same abuse. That week, I also discussed with Carol and Ethan what I had discovered regarding the video. Carol became upset all over again. Ethan was worried at first, but after I assured him that his face couldn’t be seen, he relaxed about it. After everything that happened, he just wanted to keep the past behind him. It was agreed that unless Jack said anything to Feds about the source of that video, no one would bring it up — the last thing anyone wanted was for the FBI to start digging into Ethan’s affairs; the risk of it revealing our relationship was too great. In time, Adam settled in and things got back to normal. We resumed our family dinner routine on Sunday nights, where Carol and I shared cooking duties and then we all played games. Danny came over to the house regularly to visit his boyfriend, and usually stayed overnight on Friday or Saturday. Some nights I would wake up and find Danny climbing onto the bed. Since Adam was still too young and anxious about being fucked, the two boys pretty much stuck to oral sex. But Danny would crawl into my bed after Adam fell asleep when he really had an itch, and we would flip-fuck each other until he passed out. Then the next morning, I would wake up with a 10-year old’s hard erection poking me in the mouth, and I would suck on my son as Danny watched. The only time I was not molested during a sleepover was when Ethan stayed over. For the rest of that spring, Ethan would usually stay over one night during the school week, and then both Friday and Saturday nights. On those nights, we would fall asleep in each other’s arms after a long evening of lovemaking. With Carol’s implicit acknowledgment, she was even happy to “babysit” Adam at their house on evenings when I just wanted to take Ethan out for a date — the movies, concerts, dinner — whatever we felt like. That summer, Ethan got his first job working at a restaurant and his evening schedule became busy. At that point, I officially gave him a key to my house. From then on, I would frequently wake up to find Ethan crawling in next to me after he got home at 1am, his hair still reeking of fried fast foods. I didn’t care, I always slept better with him by my side. Although it wasn’t on a daily basis, the boys were still very fond of being together with me. As I mentioned, both Danny and Adam would come to me when they wanted to have some fun together, or get some guidance about how to be physical with each other. Even Ethan, Danny, and I would still have some time together. I will never forget the day when I held Danny, listening to him pant and beg, as Ethan slipped his cock into his brother. How far the two brothers had come, that Danny would welcome being fucked by Ethan! However, there was one combo that never happened: Ethan would not be sexual with Adam. After his own childhood experiences, while Ethan accepted that Adam definitely had his own mind about sex, he just wasn’t interested. Ethan just liked older, and Adam was too young for his tastes. During July of that summer, Carol started asking me if I would watch both boys on evenings if she wanted to go out. Apparently, she had been able to move through a lot of the past with her ex-husband and now that the boys were older and could be trusted, finally felt ready to date again. No one was happier than me, as I knew Carol deserved someone special in her life. How shocked was I when, after her third date with an unnamed mystery man, she came to get the boys with my brother! Apparently, Andrew had kept in touch with her after they met in April just to keep her informed about her ex’s trial situation, and gradually it had become personal. Phone calls turned into coffee meetings turning into drinks, etcetera. Andrew quickly became another to join us for Sunday dinners, and both Ethan and Danny got to know him more. My brother is very charming and down to earth, and was eager to spend time with them. They would get together and have “family” dates — taking day trips, etc. They would spend all day with Andrew and Carol, and then come over to my house when they got home in the evening. While Andrew appreciated having some private time with Carol, he was a bit confused about why the boys were always at my place. Carol just brushed it off, explaining that the boys had grown close to me an Adam and had carte-blanche to stay over if they wanted. She considered us family. So, it was no surprise that the following summer, we were standing at an outdoor pavilion with a minister dressed in our finest as Andrew and Carol were officially married. Carol had never been happier, and Andrew was over the moon. He had resigned himself to being single because of his career, but then he met Carol at my house and — lightning bolt. Shortly after the wedding, Danny and Ethan would start sniggering and calling me “Uncle Todd”, especially when I was right in the middle of sinking my cock into one of their rear ends. For a few days, Ethan was worried that he couldn’t be boyfriends with Danny anymore because they were now “cousins”, so I had to explain this was one time that the law wouldn’t bother. A few weeks later in August, I received a phone call. It was Agent Monroe who wanted to advise me on the latest. The court case had been completed, and both were found guilty. John (Jack) had received a sentence of 15 years, and for aiding and abetting, Brenda was given a sentence of 5 years followed by 3 years of parole. However, shortly after the sentencing, Agent Monroe regretted having to tell me that they found Brenda hung in her cell. All evidence suggested suicide. I was shocked, but thanked her for informing me and that I would talk to Adam. Although he had accepted that his mother had done some pretty bad things, Adam was still grieved to discover that his mother was dead. I couldn’t blame him — she was a horrible bitch, but she was still his one and only mother. He cried for days, Danny and I consoling him as best he could. After a few weeks of grieving, Adam came downstairs one morning and announced he was ready to come out as gay. At this point, he was 12. Danny was 15 and Ethan was a few months shy of his 18th birthday. I was concerned about why he had just decided this, as he had just lost his mother. We talked about it, but Adam said with his mom passed on, he was no longer scared of her reaction or disappointment. He hadn’t wanted her to ever use it against me or him, but had felt this way for a long time. He was planning to tell people once he started school the next week. He even practiced coming out to his Uncle Andrew, who laughed and hugged him saying, “Adam, I knew that about you since the first time I saw you and Danny together!” Strangely, the person who resisted Adam coming out was Danny. He seemed to be very worried about the idea of Adam coming out because it would bring up Danny’s situation as well. Still as alpha as he was when we first met — decisive and assertive — he confessed to me between tears that he was worried about what other people would think about him. He loved Adam, and he wasn’t ashamed of him, but he had people in his life who would no longer accept him. I comforted him, and gently reminded him that a lot of those people he may only be friends with for a few more years, until he graduates school. But did he want to risk losing the people who care about him the most — namely, his family and my son? He sniffled meekly and promised to think about it. Ultimately, when school resumed, Adam did come out. He told some friends and his status started to spread around the middle school. But, thankfully, nowadays most kids don’t blink an eye. Oh, some did, and I had to have a few phone calls with the guidance counselor about a couple of fights that broke out. But otherwise, Adam’s school life went on unchanged. Until one day in October when Adam was at the movie theater, waiting to meet up with Danny. Some high school kids recognized him, had heard about him from friends at the Middle School, and they decided they wanted to do some hazing. Adam confessed to me he felt genuinely scared when they surrounded him, mocking him and insulting him. But then, a great voice bellowed “Get the fuck away from him!” and the high school boys turned to see the snarling teeth of Danny McCabe. Muscle-bound high-school sophomore trophy-winning wrestling star Danny McCabe. Speechless, their mouth hanging open, the boys parted as Danny walked through them, right up to small 12-year-old Adam Davis, took his hand, and led him into the theater. That was all. Danny may have been conflicted about it, but he certainly knew when and where to take his stand! The whole family couldn’t have been prouder of him. To reward his boyfriend for his bravery and courage, that weekend Adam crawled on top of Danny and after a lot of kissing and fondling and pressing, took his cock for the first time. I heard the cry and panicked, jumping up from the bed and running to the room only to find Adam straddling Danny, grunting and moaning, as he bounced himself on Danny’s very thick cock. His virginity was totally shattered. I watched, impressed with my son, as I was an adult and sometimes found Danny’s large, growing 15-year-old cock a challenge. But there was that beautiful hardon pushing into my son’s stretched anus. They cried each other’s names as they mashed together with frantic fury. Danny only lasted a few minutes before he seized up and filled my son’s ass with his thick load. Adam’s cock was spasming and several spurts of his own semen sprayed out over istanbul travesti Danny’s muscled abs. They gasped in heaving breaths and finally noticed me standing in the doorway to Adam’s room, a noticeable hardon in my shorts. If only I had known, but that night marked a new turning point as Danny never fucked me again. We would still get together for a lot of wonderful play — kissing, oral sex, rimming, and of course Danny sometimes wanted to be fucked. But from then on, he would only fuck Adam. It was bittersweet, as I had enjoyed getting fucked by Danny for a over a year now. But it was only natural and healthy that the two boys embrace something that was special for them. While Ethan turned 18 a few months later (Thanksgiving, two years after he first seduced me in my bedroom), we discussed it and decided it would be wiser for us if we waited until after he graduated high school. He thought everyone would adjust better if we went public with a relationship after leaving the high school and his childhood. We had been through so much, a few more months wouldn’t harm anyone. He was working at his job more and finishing his senior year at school, but we still got to see each other as much as we could. Finally, one Sunday evening in late May, after Danny finished his classes and was waiting for his graduation ceremony, Ethan announced that he had something he wanted to tell everyone as we wrapped up a family dinner. While everyone already knew that he was gay, he wanted to tell everyone that over the last few months, he and I had fallen in love and we wanted to let everyone know of our intention to start dating. The ridiculous part of this farce was that everyone at the table had already know about me and Ethan, except my brother. So, everyone played their roles of surprise and support but Andrew. He just sat there, his mouth hung open in shock. Dinner wrapped itself up, and then as I went home, he followed me to my house with a bottle. We sat around the fire pit drinking scotch as he tried to verbalize his feelings. “What is going on?” he said. “Are you and Ethan really…. Really, really?” “Yeup,” I admitted. “That’s the long and the short of it.” “For how long?” “Like Ethan said, in December he started feeling differently about me. We talked, and I had come to care for him a great deal…” “Oh, bullshit,” he laughed. “When did it start?” “Officially, after he turned eighteen.” I insisted. “Lawyer-client confidentiality!” he insisted. “Fine!” I relented. “He came onto me shortly before his 16th birthday and things went from there.” “My God!” he cried in resignation, “After everything that happened with John… or Jack, whoever… and Brenda, you went an started a sexual relationship with an underage boy? What about Carol? How did she not know about this?” I hesitated, “That’s something you and she should talk about.” I felt it was a fair enough answer; I certainly wasn’t going to tell him that his new wife had kept this secret from him as well. “Look, Andrew, I didn’t plan this. It just happened. And it tortured me for the longest time until I could accept that his feelings for me were genuine. They weren’t some childish game. He really wants to be with me, and you know Ethan enough to know he has a pretty steady head on his shoulders.” “But… but… gay??” Andrew demanded, his voice one of frustration and confusion. “I mean, I know you weren’t dating much, but after Brenda — well, that would have fucked with anyone’s mojo. Gay? Are you sure?” I sighed, “Maybe. Possibly. Probably? I don’t know how to label these things. Either I’m gay, or at least very bisexual. But one thing I know for sure, I want to be in his life. I want to be THE person in his life, and he wants that, too.” Andrew grew silent, shaking his head as he sipped at his scotch glass. “And this is how you tell me? I have to find out from my stepson that he’s having a romantic relationship with my brother, his step-uncle? Didn’t you trust me? Haven’t I always been there for you, little brother?” I nodded, “I’m sorry, Andrew. I know its not much, but there was just never going to be an easy way to break this to you. I’ve spent so much time struggling to balance being honest with what’s best for everyone — Ethan… Adam… Carol…. YOU! Trust me when I say that I didn’t mean for any of this to hurt your feelings, but this is how things are.” We finished the evening and Andrew left in silence. He was lukewarm with me for a while, but after several days he seemed to return to his normal, jovial self. Ethan graduated high school a few weeks later with a massive pool party at his house. Several of his closest friends were there. I brought my barbeque ribs — like I had that very first day we met. All of us were together, happy. It was then I got the biggest shock of all. As I was having a cocktail at one of the patio tables, Ethan walked up to me with a young man in tow. “Todd, I want you to meet my best friend, Sammy,” Ethan beamed at me. I reached out smiling with my hand as Ethan turned to his friend. “This is Todd. He’s my boyfriend.” There was a moment of shocked silence as the impact of his introduction sunk in. Sammy, his eyes wide open in surprise, shook my hand speechlessly. “It’s nice to meet you, Sammy,” I said. Sammy just kind of shook his head for a minute until a smile exploded over his face. “Oh, man, that explains everything!” he said. “All those guys on the track team trying to get in your pants, but you’d never put out… because you had this one tucked away somewhere. Hi, Todd!” We chatted casually, but as we did, I would look into Ethan’s eyes and the look he gave me told me all I needed to know. It said, `This is for real. I meant it.’ Later that summer, Ethan was working his butt off while trying to get ready for college. He had enrolled in a state school in the city where Brenda, Adam and I used to live, so a little hop down the highway. It was then that he breached a new topic with his parents — he wanted to move into my house. I was touched and more than willing to have him beside me every night. Carol was nonplussed about it, and reacted as if it was just the next logical step in our relationship. Andrew was hesitant — what about Adam? What about his college life? But Andrew also knew that being 18, Ethan could start making his own decisions and didn’t need anyone’s permission. He had moved into my house by August 1. During all this time, Danny and Adam continued a hot and heavy relationship. They were both used to fucking each other, and ran the full gamut of experiences together. I once caught them on the weight bench in the garage, reenacting some of our earlier encounters. I found them more than once cuddled up in Danny’s pool, Adam’s cock sliding in and out of Danny’s muscular ass. Once, when doing the laundry, I found dried leaves and grass stuck to Adam’s underwear — meaning that he had them down around his ankles while he was out in the woods. It definitely seemed like Adam was becoming more and more adventurous in their encounters. I did have to warn them several times about being careful and not being caught. Finally, one evening in September, I had finished up work and came out of my office. Ethan was scheduled with a night class, and so wouldn’t be home for a few hours. As I came out into the living room, Danny and Adam sat there watching TV cuddled up together. They noticed me, whispered something back and forth, and then stood up. I could tell by the mischief in their eyes they had something planned — it was a look I had seen a hundred times by now. They grabbed me and pushed me up the stairs into my bedroom. That evening, after the two laughed and roughly stripped me of my work clothes, I was splayed out on my bed, rolled out on my stomach. Danny sat at the headboard, his legs open and inviting me to come close. Swallowing Danny had become even more challenging as he continued to grow in the months since our first encounter. His cock was now longer — even longer than mine — but the same thickness as before. As I was enjoying the familiar taste and scent of his robust musk, I felt slippery fingers at my ass. Before I knew it, my now 13-year-old son was pressing his lubed fingers deep into me. It made me groan — he had played with my backside before, but nothing so intimate. After a few minutes of his fingers slipping inside me, while I tried to keep the same rhythm sucking on 16-year-old Danny’s cock, I suddenly felt Adam shift up behind me and felt a hot, burning poke between my two ass cheeks. Slowly my son inserted himself inside me — the first time ever — and I grunted in both relief and discomfort. Since I had first had the opportunity to experience my son sexually, he had undergone quite a growth spurt. Now 13, his cock was about 5 inches long and four and a half inches around. With some gasps and squeals, Adam sunk himself into me until I felt his hips firmly planted against my 45-year-old daddy ass. That evening, for the first time, I was spit-roasted by my teenage son and his teenage boyfriend. We groaned and writhed together as Danny drooled his ample precum into my mouth while Adam thrust his 13-year-old boner at first softly, but then with greater and greater force. His thrusts pushed me deeper onto Danny’s cock and it made me choke. After the years we had all been together, they were used to the sounds of a mouth hungrily choking on an eager dick. My throat and ass opened for them as they slipped their way in and out of me, enjoying me intimately together, and deeply in love. As Adam grunted, I could feel a burning heat as I felt his cum shooting into me. At almost the same time, my favorite alpha-boy held my head against his crotch as his massive dick churned its load down my throat. My airway was cut off as he continued to fill me with his load, his eyes closed and looking up in bliss, and my face became blue in my suffocation. “Danny!” Ethan yelled, brining my auburn-haired stud back into the moment. He pulled his cock from me, and I coughed and sputtered trying to catch my breath, splattering spittle and semen from my mouth. Moments later, we lay together, sated and lazily resting. I was spooning up against my son’s back, my arm wrapped around his hip as I gently and admiringly appreciated the length and heft of his growing cock. Danny was spooned behind me, pressing his semi-swollen shaft against my buns. It had been a while since he had penetrated me, and I certainly wouldn’t have denied him if he tried. But I knew that was their thing now. “That was nice,” Danny purred. “I’ve always loved your mouth, Todd.” “Hey!” Adam cried in mock indignation. Danny chuckled, “You know how much I love your blowjobs, Adam. Your dad just has more years of experience.” “Was that okay, dad?” Adam asked, turning to look me in the eye. I smiled at my beautiful boy. “It was the best, baby,” I sighed. “It really makes me appreciate how much you are growing up. Pretty soon, your cock will be big enough to choke me, like Danny’s does.” Adam leaned in and we kissed tenderly before he pulled back, “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, but tonight it just felt right.” “Well, now you guys can tag-team me if you want,” I said hesitantly, touching on the unspoken prohibition on Danny fucking anyone other than Adam. But all he said in response was, “Maybe.” I lay there cuddled between my beautiful boys, on the same bed that Ethan and I shared. I once wished that Ethan, Danny, Adam, and I could all be together — just once — but I respected Ethan’s feelings about that. “What are we having for dinner?” Adam asked. “I’m making meatloaf as soon as I get my clothes on,” I said. “Clothes are overrated,” Adam said, kissing me again. “Can’t we order pizza instead?” Danny asked. “You always want pizza.” “I’m making meatloaf, and that’s final.” “Why don’t you like meatloaf, Danny? I may have to reevaluate your status as my boyfriend.” “I was just in the mood for pizza.” “Well get in the mood for meatloaf!” I listened to the boys having their pointless argument, and I smiled. This was my life now, and I was grateful. I didn’t deserve it. By rights, I deserved to be in the cell next to Jack McCabe. I had sometimes wondered how Jack and I had ended up on such different paths, especially since we both started with an insatiable love of Ethan. I never got to hear Jack’s side of the story, but I don’t think I needed to. I think it came down to love. From everything I had been told, Jack used his son like he used all those other boys – for his own gratification. On reflection, everything I allowed to happen was done with the deepest love for Ethan, then Danny, and then especially, my son. I would have happily sacrificed myself if it meant protecting their well being and happiness. I don’t think Jack would have ever done that. I would always be accountable to these three boys and they would always hold me to the highest standard. Through the adventure of the last couple of years, they had taught me everything about living and loving. They taught me how not to be afraid and how to accept love on love’s terms, even if everyone else thinks it’s wrong. Yes, at any point I may be held accountable to some higher authority for my actions, and I’ve had to learn to live with that. But surrounded now between these two silly, impossible boys — fighting over dinner — I realized I regret nothing. I wouldn’t want it any other way. THE END — The Brothers Next Door AUTHOR’S NOTE: Well, that’s the tale of Todd, Ethan, Danny, and Adam. Since I started writing this, it has totally taken on a life of its own and ended in a way that I did not originally anticipate. I just hope that the Nifty readers who read along enjoyed the ride! I’ve enjoyed chatting with readers via email and Wickr, and I love hearing which character they love the most. Stay in touch fans, and tell me whether you are a Todd, a Danny, an Ethan, or an Adam. Until next time, ail Other Nifty Stories by Mobius: The Brotherhood fty//gay/highschool/the-brotherhood-redux/

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