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Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 25 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at fty/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 13, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you’re a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading his. If you’re not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 25 The rest of the weekend was not very eventful. Charlie had come home early after having a fight with Mikey over a video game. Kyle was annoyed at another missed opportunity with Rick, but Rick assured him that they had plenty of time still and that Kyle needed to take a break from bottoming; a term he sheepishly had to explain to the 12-year-old, embarrassing them both. Monday went on as normal. Ry and Kyle walked to school. Ever since Ronda had gone to jail, Kyle hadn’t been staying the weekend as much and missed a few games. Ry tried to not be bitter but he couldn’t help it. “Are you coming this weekend?” Ry asked. “Maybe. It depends on what Rick wants to do,” Kyle said. “Are you dating Rick now?” Ry snapped. Kyle’s face paled, eyes widened, and his heart nearly stopped. Misreading the object panic on Kyle’s face, Ry quickly added, “Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just you used to come every weekend then you stopped. I thought Rick was okay with you coming to my place, and now, it seems that he won’t let you leave the house.” Blood started to pump back into Kyle’s brain. He took a steadying breath and replied, “I’ll ask and let you know.” “Okay,” Ry said sheepishly, not even bothering to hide his disappointment. “Hey guys,” called Cody, and the other two entered the cafeteria. “I’m going to sit with Steve,” said Ry, who walked away without waiting for a response. Cody waited till Ry was out of earshot then said, “He still hates, huh?” “I think he hates me, too,” Kyle added. School was it’s usual, boring time. Kyle şişli travesti kept thinking of getting home and tried to think of ways he could sneak a kiss or five with Rick without being caught by Charlie. Kyle had started sleeping in his own bed, hoping to inspire Charlie to do the same, but his little brother wasn’t taking the bait; instead, Charlie had decided that he alone got to sleep with their dad, going so far as to have tantrums whenever Kyle suggested sharing the bed. Rick tried to explain Charlie’s issues with their mother being in jail, but Kyle didn’t want to hear it. He knew that Charlie was a spoiled brat and had been for his entire life. Kyle always had to put Charlie first and, more than ever, Kyle was resenting it. By the end of the day, Kyle wanted nothing to do with anyone. He decided to walk a different way home. He walked to the other end of campus, down the hill to Palisade St, and started walking in the general direction of home. Life was becoming way too complicated for the young man. He knew he loved Rick but wasn’t sure of their future together. Kyle assumed Cody was in love with him, but Kyle didn’t have the same feeling towards Cody. Ry was another matter altogether. Ry claimed to be straight but also came off as jealous towards Cody, and Kyle wasn’t sure if Ry suspected that something was going on with Rick. Then there was the court hearing with his mother and Dan. And, of course, things with Charlie. To top everything off, his body was changing. He felt overwhelmed all the time. Sometimes he came close to crying himself to sleep because he just didn’t know what else to do. He avoided listening to music because most of it was triggering his emotional state. He was glad he could finally cum, but the rest of it was too much. His balls, legs and armpits were constantly itching, his muscles hurt at night, and he was tired of his voice cracking. Kyle snapped out of his revelry and found himself in a park. It was empty due to the cold, late October weather. He found a lonely bench and sat down. In the distance, he could hear a soft, melancholy song playing. He didn’t hear the words, but his heart recognized the pain in the tune. He dropped his head into his hands and started to cry. He didn’t know how long he had sat there. The song had ended long before his tears did. Rain gently fell, trying to wash away the pain. He felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. After pulling himself together the best he could, Kyle answered the phone. “Hello?” “Kyle, where are you?” An angry Rick beylikdüzü travesti demanded. Kyle looked around and replied, “Arthur Park, I think.” “You think? Why are you there? You were supposed to be home two hours ago!” ‘Sorry,” Kyle uttered, tears welling back up. “I lost track of time.” “Stay there. I’m coming to get you,” barked Rick, hanging up before Kyle could say another word. Instead, Kyle went back to crying. Rick laid on his horn about ten minutes later from the nearby street. Kyle pulled himself together one last time, gathered his things and made his way to Rick’s truck. Rick started in the second Kyle opened the door, but Kyle tuned him out the best he could, only catching enough to reply, usually with “I’m sorry” and “It won’t happen again.” Once they got home, Kyle went straight to his room. He dropped his bag and climbed, fully dressed, into bed. This time he cried himself to sleep. He didn’t get up when called to dinner. He didn’t want to see or talk to Rick or especially Charlie. Kyle only wanted the day to end. He was woken up hours later by a soft knock on his door. He didn’t move or say a word. Kyle heard his door open then close, followed by heavy footsteps he recognized as Rick’s. Kyle felt Rick sit next to him then a hand gently shook him. “Hey, Buddy. Can we talk?” Rick whispered. There was nothing else to do, so Kyle rolled over. He looked at Rick and blurted, “Why? So you can yell at me again?” “No,” Rick said a little too defensively. “Why didn’t you come home right after school?” “I needed to think.” “And you couldn’t do it here?” “No.” “Why not?” “I don’t know,” Kyle said. He was feeling frustrated and attacked again. Everything was flooding back and he started to cry. “Why are you crying? What wrong?” Rick tried taking Kyle by the hand, but the boy jerked it away before rolling over. “Go away,” Kyle sobbed into his pillow. His own heart breaking and not knowing what to do, Rick got up and walked to the door. Before leaving, Rick said, “I love you, Kyle.” He waited but got no response. He left the room, quietly closing the door behind him, wiping his own tears away. For the rest of the week, Kyle came home from school and went right to his room. He only came out to eat, do his chores and use the bathroom. He only talked to Rick and his brother if he had to. Rick tried to apologize but Kyle wouldn’t stick around long enough for Rick to get the words out. Friday evening, Kyle came out of his room with his bag packed. He looked at Rick, istanbul travesti who was sitting with Charlie watching T.V. He cleared his throat and waited for Rick to look at him. When his stepdad did, Kyle said, “I’m going to Ry’s for the weekend.” It was clear he wasn’t asking for permission. “No you’re not,” Rick said, turning his gaze back to the T.V. “Yes, I am,” Kyle said defiantly and started towards the door. Rick jumped off the couch, nearly knocking Charlie over. “I said you’re not.” “You can’t stop me.” “You wanna bet?” Rick and Kyle locked eyes and held their ground. Kyle had never stood up to Rick before. His stepdad had always been his friend and (often) alley. But he was done crying himself to sleep and pretending that everything was okay. It just wasn’t, and Kyle doubted it ever would be again. He needed out and away from his house, his brother and his lover. He needed normal, and Ry’s was the only place he figured he’d find it. “I’m going,” Kyle said in a low, threatening tone. “Go to your room,” Rick said in kind. “No,” Kyle uttered, not moving an inch. “I said, ‘Go to your room’, now!” “Make me.” Outside, Rick was cold as ice. Inside, he was in total panic mode. He didn’t know what was going on or what he should do. He knew he couldn’t back down, but not being Kyle’s birth father, he wasn’t sure what rights he had to make Kyle do anything. He knew he couldn’t just give in to Kyle’s demands and attitude, because that would only open the floodgates for it to continue, so he decided to follow through with Kyle’s request. “Fine,” was all Rick said. He grabbed Kyle by the arm and started to drag the boy back to his room. At first, Kyle was stunned but he recovered quickly. He began to hit Rick’s hand and tried to loosen the man’s grip, while screaming for the older man to let him go. Realizing his efforts were futile, Kyle went limp, turning all 90 lbs of himself into dead weight. Rick lost his grip, letting Kyle fall to the floor. Kyle sprang up and bolted towards the door, but came to a screeching halt. Charlie stood in his brother’s way. “Move!” Kyle barked. “No,” Charlie said. His brow furrowed. “Why are you being such an asshole, Kyle?” Kyle was taken aback. He wasn’t being an asshole, at least, not in his mind. Rick was the one who had started it by yelling at him over the phone. He only wanted to get a break and be with people who wouldn’t yell at him or make him feel bad. Not wanting to hurt Charlie and realizing that he couldn’t escape, otherwise, Kyle dropped his bag, turned and walked back to his room. Rick tried reaching out to pull Kyle into a hug, but Kyle knocked Rick’s hand aside. Kyle slammed his door closed and for the sixth time that week, cried himself to sleep. ***Chapter 26 Coming Soon***

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