The Storm That Turned the Tide
By:
Sean E.
(© 2021 by the author)
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Chapter 11
How Two Familes First Met
"So, how was
your visit with Petey?" Jesse asked nonchalantly, walking into the bedroom
mid-afternoon. By all appearances, the teen was hot and sweaty, having just
come in from spending the last couple of hours playing basketball with their
neighbor. Removing his sweatshirt, he paused and leaned up against the dresser
while turning his attention to his brother.
"It went
great!" was Benji's enthusiastic reply. "He brought this Mario Party
game over with him, and we stayed up late playing before we fell asleep. Have
you seen it? It's where you pick your character, from a list of all kinds, like
Yoshi, Mario, Luigi, Toad and so on, and each one has a unique skill, see? And
then you sort of battle it out in these arenas-"
"Hold up,
shortstop!" Jesse exclaimed, laughing as he held his hands up in protest.
"Yes, I know what Mario Party is about! I'm surprised if you didn't... we
saw the TV ads and everything for that game back in the summer, remember?"
Benji stopped and
thought hard for a few seconds. "You're right, I think we did!" He
shook his head. "Sorry, I forgot..."
"That's okay. It sounds like you guys
had a lot of fun though," Jesse remarked, to which Benji nodded. "Is
that what you did all the while he was here? Just play video games?"
"No..."
Benji scoffed. "We watched some cartoons this morning, and then played
outside a while. There wasn't a lot to do, though we did find some dirt that
wasn't all that muddy, and I got some Hot Wheels cars out. We made a whole
playset and everything for a while, with roads and bridges and stuff."
"That sounds
pretty awesome," Jesse replied, thinking back to times the two of them had
done something similar. Thinking about the little cars, he remarked, "You
don't have too many cars though, do you? I know you got some at that benefit,
but didn't that package only have like five or six in it? Maybe that's
something you should put on your Christmas list this year. I mean, toys kind of
come and go as you grow up, but Hot Wheels and Matchbox cars - they kind of
stick with you forever. You can always play with those, even when you get to be
an old man - like me!"
"That might
be a good idea," Benji agreed, and then watched as his brother turned
around and pulled out a fresh t-shirt and pair of briefs. "Um, are you
planning to take a shower?"
"I thought I
might. Why? Have you got something else in mind?" Jesse asked.
"Not really.
I just... I thought maybe you and I could, I don't know, do something together,
I guess," the young boy replied.
Jesse walked over
to the bed and propped himself on the upper mattress, looking over the top rail
at his brother. "Bored, huh? We haven't really done much for a while, have
we. I'm sorry... sure, we can do something. What do you want to do?"
Benji shrugged.
"I don't know. I kind of wish we had our bikes, but - that's not going to
happen." He thought briefly before continuing. "How about we see if
we can go up to the park for a while? I mean, we could play ball, or catch or
something. You got that football at that thing the other night too,
remember?"
Jesse cocked his
head to one side. "Well, yeah, but we don't have to go to the park to do
that, do we? I mean, there's plenty of space out in the back yard here,
right?" There was a notable pause in the silence that followed, and Jesse
observed a distinct change in his brother's crestfallen expression. "Okay,
talk to me. What's up?" he whispered, but Benji maintained his silence.
After a moment, Jesse tossed his garments onto the bed beneath, and then
climbed the ladder, maneuvering until he was sitting beside his brother. There
he sat for a moment, observing that something was going through his brother's
head. "Hey, we promised each other, remember? Never to hold back when
something is bothering us. So, you still like me, right?"
Benji suddenly
scoffed again. "You're my brother, doofus. Of course, I like you! Maybe
even more from time to time, too, just a tiny bit anyway."
Jesse laughed and
mockingly clutched his hand to his chest. "Whew! At least I don't have to
worry about that one!" Benji gave him an annoyed look, prompting his
brother to get serious again. "Ben, come on, talk to me little bro. What's
going on? What's wrong?"
Benji looked away,
but then sighed. "I just... I don't know. I want US to do something Jesse,
that's all. It's like, if we go out in the back yard and all, then... You know,
Noah might want to come over and join us, and..." The young boy stopped
and looked down into his lap, feeling dejected. "I hate myself, kind of. I
mean, I know he's your friend and all, and I don't want to, like, get between
you two and be a pest or anything. It's just, we used to do stuff together too,
remember? Just you and me, and... I kind of miss it, you know?"
Jesse smiled, but started
to feel guilty himself as he realized that what his brother was saying was not
far off the mark. It seemed that a lot of their time together had changed,
being pulled apart since the tornado and dealing with the crazy after effects.
A good part of that included Noah becoming more involved with their lives now.
"I'm sorry, buddy. I didn't mean for it to hurt your feelings or
anything." He sighed. "I guess, I saw someone who kind of needed us,
and you're right... I kind of needed a friend, too."
Benji turned his
attention back and looked up at his big brother. "I know that, Jesse. I
know what it means to you, too. When we lived in our other house, I always had
Petey to play with and stuff, just by crossing the road and everything. You
didn't really have anyone, unless you count Addison, but... she's a girl,
and..."
"I know,
yeah. It's not quite the same here now, not like it was there anyway. It's
almost like it's reversed, isn't it?" When the youngster nodded in
agreement, Jesse sighed. "Listen, you shouldn't hate yourself, or feel bad
about being jealous, either. I understand, I really do, and some of it is my
fault - I know. It doesn't mean I like you any less though, okay? And yes, I
will be happy to go up to the park with you for a while. Just you and me - if
Mom or Dad will give us a lift. I'll even go one step further, too: tonight,
we'll play and watch TV or anything else you want to do, as late as you want
to. Well..." The teen stopped before hastening to add, "That is, as
long as Mom or Dad don't get after us."
For the first time
since Jesse arrived, his brother finally giggled. "Mom got after me and
Petey last night, because we got kind of loud. But - we ended staying up until
after midnight, I think." He looked up into the blue eyes that met his
own. "Seriously? You're not teasing me, right? Just you and me, the park
for a while and all? I'd really like that."
Jesse smiled
before pulling the boy into his lap and giving him a quick hug. "Then,
that is what we'll do! Is Mom supposed to work tonight?"
"She goes in
at three, I think," Benji replied.
Jesse glanced at
the clock and then suddenly sat up. "Whoa! We'd better get a move-on then,
especially if we want her to drop us off!"
*******
It was just after
five when James pulled the truck into the parking lot of Columbia's only city
park. The venue was a sizeable plot of land both owned and maintained by the
local college, with various areas sectioned off for general public use. In
addition, the park also served a variety of other purposes, including a full
baseball stadium and football field, surrounded by a track-and-field layout.
Many area residents were known to visit the site frequently all year round,
mostly to take walks around the sports venue, or relax on the wide, park-like
greens. Moreover, many visited especially during the mid-to-late autumn season,
as the many-colored leaves were on splendid display and could be enjoyed.
As James parked
and shut off the engine, he noted that he had no need to alight from the
vehicle. In the distance, he saw two young boys already approaching in the
fading twilight, and as they closed in, he noted they were both laughing and
cutting up as they hurried along. It gave him a good feeling to see the camaraderie
between them, as the two eventually arrived to open the passenger door.
"Whew!" Benji announced, climbing in. "Are we glad to see
you!" he exclaimed, plopping hard and scooting into the middle of the
seat.
James laughed.
"I take it you two had a good time?"
"The
best!" Benji announced quickly as Jesse settled in beside him and then
closed the door. "The water fountains aren't working, and I think we're
both as thirsty as a bunch of fish stuck in a desert sandbank!"
Their father
laughed heartily at the mental picture that description invoked. "Then I
guess we should take those fish and drop them in a nearby pond. I'd offer to
stop and let us get something to eat, but your mother has already fixed a bunch
of stuff back at the house. Think you can survive until we get home, or do I
need to pull over up the road here?"
"We can
wait," Jesse replied, but then his brother gave him a dirty look.
"YOU can
wait, maybe, but I need something to drink now!" Benji exclaimed. Jesse
glanced over at his father and then just shrugged, which made the man laugh out
loud again. "Well, then we can take time for a drink first."
A moment later,
the truck pulled into a quick-stop market, and the two boys hurriedly climbed
out. Once they were inside, Benji looked up. "Fountain?"
"Yeah,
fountain drink is best. Come on," Jesse replied, leading the way. Once at
the dispenser, he pulled one of the larger cups and filled it half-way with
ice, before handing it to Benji and letting him pick the drink. At the register,
the teen paid for it while his brother went ahead and returned outside, where
their father was patiently waiting.
When Jesse
rejoined them, Benji suddenly handed him the cup. "If you want some, you'd
better take this," he remarked, followed by a long, deep burp.
"Hey! You've
already drunk half of it?" Jesse exclaimed in surprise, before shaking his
head.
"Uh huh, I
know. Don't complain though, or I'll finish it all!" the young boy replied
mischievously. Jesse laughed as they pulled back onto the road and headed
toward home. Taking a few sips on the straw, however, he then handed it back to
his brother. "Thanks!" Benji exclaimed, accepting the drink.
Once the trio
arrived home, they worked together in the kitchen to pull a variety of dishes,
left behind by their mother, from the oven. Checking the contents, all were
eager to fill their plates and, with only a miniscule amount of warming in the
microwave, sit down at the table and dig in to pot-roast, potatoes, carrots and
onions. There were also freshly baked rolls and coleslaw to accompany the
feast, and none of them hesitated to enjoy it heartily. "MMmm..."
Jesse announced at one point. "This is good!"
"And
how!" Benji added.
"I agree.
Your Mom always does a good job, but sometimes it comes out super good,"
James commented. "So, what's the plan for you guys tonight? Anything
special?"
Benji glanced up
with his cheeks bulging, making Jesse laugh. "Careful, chipmunk, don't get
choked!" the older boy announced, before turning to their father.
"Games, TV, that sort of thing, I guess. Benji wanted to spend a night
together, and I owed him, I think."
"Nuh uh, you
don't owe me anything," was the resounding retort the youngster
informed him. "I just said, I'd like to spend some time with you, that's
all."
James leaned back
with a smile. "Well, it sounds like a good plan, regardless. I'm thinking
I'll turn in early. I didn't sleep all that well last night. I guess I had too
much caffeine yesterday, or something anyway. Still, just... don't let the
noise get out of hand, that's all. Your Mom won't be in until after midnight, I
think."
"We won't,
Dad," Jesse replied. They spent the rest of the meal with idle chatter, before
getting up to wash the various dishes and put what was left of the food away.
Shortly thereafter, the two boys bade their father goodnight, and then headed
to their bedroom.
"They must
have gone somewhere," Benji observed as they walked in, looking out the
window and referring to the fact the Cooks' house appeared empty and lifeless.
"Probably," Jesse replied. He glanced down and saw his
underclothes left behind from earlier. "Um, is it okay if I go ahead and
get a shower, boss?"
Benji nodded.
"Yeah, it's cool," he answered quietly before glancing up. "Um,
I don't suppose we could, like, maybe..."
Jesse acquired a
knowing look, already understanding what his brother was leading up to. It was
a rare thing, really, regardless of the more heightened awareness the two were
having over nudity and sex lately. Still, as he thought about it, the teen
shrugged. "Yeah, if you want to join me, sure," he whispered. He
certainly didn't care, and as he watched Benji jump just then and begin kicking
his shoes off with an excited eagerness, he giggled. The young boy suddenly
hurried to the dresser and pulled out a pair of underclothes similar to the
ones his brother was holding, and then turned around and used his feet to pull
the socks off. Just as Jesse finished removing his own, Benji led the way to
bathroom, Jesse following close behind.
For the next 20
minutes, they both showered together, giggling quietly at times as the two
scrubbed various parts of each other's body. There was no real horseplay, no
real naughtiness to speak of - just a simple gathering in a tight space to
accomplish their one objective. It was a space more constricted than they had
been used to having in the past, as the bathtub here was narrower and not quite
as deep. That encouraged much bumping together and maneuvering around, but both
worked it out quietly for the most part until they were finally finished. When
they stepped out, Jesse took the opportunity to grab a towel and dry his
brother off from head to toe. Benji liked that for some reason, and Jesse noted
the smiles as he worked all over, until he handed the cloth to his little
brother, who took it in order to return the favor. Because he was somewhat
taller, Jesse sat down on the toilet seat and waited patiently, giving his
brother unobstructed access all over. All the while Benji worked, Jesse
couldn't help but note how pleased and happy his little brother seemed to be,
and once finished, he even let the boy dress him. He then took his turn, before
letting Benji eventually lead them back to their bedroom.
They had no more
than entered and closed the door when Benji tackled Jesse onto the bed and
crawled on top, straddling and hugging him warmly. "Sheesh! What did I do
to deserve this?" Jesse whispered, which Benji pulled back and answered.
"Everything!
I mean, you're my brother, right? Isn't that reason enough?" Benji barked,
before hugging the bigger boy tightly again. "I like it when we do stuff
together, like when you spent time with me today..."
"Yeah, I
know, but... I figured I might still be in the doghouse for spending so much
time with Noah and all," Jesse whispered. "If all it takes for me to
make it up is playing and then getting naked, then..."
Benji lowered a
hand and pinched his brother's butt. "Shut up... you know what I
meant..." His tone sounded hurt, but it immediately changed as he fell
limp into his brothers grasp. "I'm sorry about earlier, though. I don't
know, I just... I was feeling lonesome, and I wanted some time with you... for
me," the boy whispered. "And then now, you getting in the shower with
me, along with everything else today, it's like... like... so cool and all,
because it kind of tells me you still love me, and... and..."
"Benji,
wait," Jesse whispered, pulling his brother up closer. "Why would you
think I didn't love you anymore?"
"I don't
know," Benji whispered back, clearly searching for words. "Maybe, I
don't know... we just..."
Jesse stared down
into his brother's eyes. "Is it the trust thing? I mean, it hasn't been,
what, a week since we were naked and doing the fist, remember?" He giggled
and then pulled the pillow up closer to support his head, while he continued to
hold the smaller body in his arms. "I'm going to always love and trust
you, bro. That's the pact we made, a long time ago, remember? It will never
change between us, I promise."
Benji smiled
weakly. "I hope so," he whispered. "Jess? We'll still do stuff
more, right? Just us?"
"Of course,
we will. I'm not going to abandon you or anything. We'll still play, horse
around together, wrestle, pinch each other's butt-"
"Take showers
together?"
The interruption
was just barely above a whisper, causing the older bother to pause. "I'll
do it with you as long as you want to, Ben. I promise, I'll never be shy with
you," he answered softly. "You want to know something, bro? When we
cuddle up, or when you sit in my lap, or we play and do things, it... it's
special to me. Just as much as seeing you trust me like that, because it makes
me feel good inside. You and me, we're like biscuits and gravy, or cookies and
milk, you know? We're tight, buddy." He suddenly grinned. "Besides, I
figured you've seen my sorry ass enough already as it is, you know? We're
sharing a bedroom-"
"It's not a
sorry ass, or a goofy willy, Jess. It's you," Benji replied, climbing the
rest of the way to stare down happily at his brother. Jesse saw the watery
reflection of himself in his brother's face, and was happy to see the boy
smiling for a change. "I'm still sorry though. I just... I wanted some
time for us, that's all, and now... I'm happy. I feel really, uh... effing
happy inside."
Jesse smiled back.
"Wow! That was close, the big word," he whispered, teasing.
Benji leaned in.
"What? I know what it is and what it means, so yeah, I'm feeling really
fucking happy right now." He hugged his brother again, which Jesse
returned.
"Well, don't
let Mom know, okay? At least for a few years, maybe," Jesse whispered
back. "You know, that's all that matters, okay? I want you to be happy, so
don't hold out on me again, alright? Tell me when you're feeling lonesome or
bored and whatever, especially before you start worrying and everything
again."
Benji nodded.
"I will bro, or at least, I'll try to." He then surprised the boy
with a kiss on his cheek, before rolling off and sitting up. "So, what do
you want to do now?"
Jesse laughed.
"Well, are you ready to whoop me on Mario Kart?"
"Whoop you?
Huh! I'm going to beat your ass off of you, big time!" the younger boy
giggled in return.
*******
Early Sunday
morning, Jesse awoke with his usual need to empty his bladder. He groaned
softly, recalling in his dream about how he and Noah were interrupted at the
worst possible moment. They had gone camping, just the two of them, and
although both had spent the evening with a bonfire, food, music and other
things, the nightfall had arrived, and they had just entered their tent and
zipped it up. Noah had waved a finger, indicating for Jesse to come closer, and
had reached out to unbutton his pants. That was when he felt a strange
sensation coming from behind his groin, and only seconds later the realization
hit him he needed to empty his bladder. Then as his subconscious-self began to
register the physical need, it quickly surfaced into the real world.
As the teen lay
there, his senses honed in on the fact he was curled up, with a certain
seven-year-old spooning in front of him. Thankfully, Jesse did not have a boner
just then. That was a discussion he didn't really want to have with his brother
right away, though he suspected it would not be long in coming. The curiosity
Benji continued to have about their bodies and more, was gradually advancing -
especially after their exchange the night before. But as he looked upon the
sleeping figure, he still believed that the youngster's inquisitiveness was
only in its early stages. He couldn't help but think about a remark Addison had
made, now only weeks before, about how a seven-year-old processes subjects like
sex, altogether differently to how older teens and adults did. He knew she was
right, as he thought back to his own earlier childhood experiences. What made
him especially happy in this case, though, was the fact that Benji seemed to be
sharing his curiosity and experiences with Jesse alone, and not holding back.
Sure, the boy had to be coaxed a little here and there, but as Jesse watched,
he relived the same inevitable milestones he had hurdled by himself - all
through the eyes of his little brother. That was special to him, and for a
moment, it made him want to reach out and hug the youth even closer.
Instead, Jesse
reached out and ran his fingers through his brother's soft, silk-like hair.
Benji continued to breathe deeply, however, certainly content with his
surroundings. Jesse glanced outside their window, and noticed the skies had
become overcast. It looked, unfortunately, like another potentially rainy day
lie ahead. That was when he sighed and quietly extricated himself by rolling
back and climbing from the bed. As his brother continued to sleep, he made his
way down the hall and into the bathroom.
When he had
finished and started his return, Jesse noticed a light on in the kitchen and,
peeking around the doorframe, he saw his father sitting comfortably at the
table, reading the local newspaper by himself. Seeing as his mother was nowhere
nearby, the teen then slipped into the room silently, before approaching the
table and sitting down. "Morning, Dad," he said quietly.
"Well, how
are you doing this morning?" was the quiet reply, but the man paused to
glance over the top of his paper before continuing. "Sleep good?"
"Yeah, pretty
good," Jesse replied, then glanced at the clock. "Wow, it's almost
nine? It doesn't look or feel like it..."
"That's
probably because of all the low-hanging clouds that moved in overnight. You two
picked a good time to go to the park yesterday, I think. It's supposed to get a
lot colder again later today, and of course, rain." James grunted and then
folded his newspaper, before setting it down on the table. Leaning back, he
stretched. "Oh well, rain is rain. It'll taper off eventually... I think
it's a good day to feel lazy though, isn't it? Actually, I'm surprised you
didn't go back to bed."
Jesse shrugged.
"I saw the light on, and you in here, and well, just..."
James chuckled.
"Come to make sure no stranger had broken in and was drinking up your dear
old Dad's coffee and reading his paper, is that it?" the man teased, but
then nodded. "I get it, don't worry."
"Is Mom
still in bed?" Jesse asked, after scratching an itch on his thigh.
"Yep, she
didn't get in until almost three this morning. Poor dear, I suspect she'll be
out of it for a while. The one good thing is that she's off today, so maybe she
can catch up on her rest somewhat. Given all the extra hours she's had to do
the last couple of weeks, she is totally worn out, I think."
"I
understand, yeah," Jesse nodded in agreement. "Um, are you guys
getting off for Thanksgiving?"
"Yes, believe
it or not, we're both getting off Thursday and Sunday. I have to work most of
Friday because of the big Black Friday sale and everything, but your Mom is
supposed to only go in Friday afternoon, and then for a while starting Saturday
morning. That'll give us all some time to work out the preparations and cooking
for the big dinner on Sunday," James explained.
"Are we...
are we still inviting the Cooks over?" Jesse inquired, suddenly
remembering the original plan.
"You're
striking a thousand, I think," James replied, grinning. It was an old
reference to baseball, concerning the odds of runs and favorable statistics.
Striking a thousand was considered the best, possible score. As much as Jesse
was slowly turning out to appreciate the sport, his father was definitely the
baseball enthusiast in the family. "Yes, they're coming over on Sunday.
Seems they have some family or friends they're going to be visiting on
Thursday, which is all well and good. We'll do something here, too, but it
won't be very elaborate or anything. It'll just be us four, but I promise we'll
do something better than frozen dinners," he teased. "By the way, you
boys are off Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, right?"
"Yes,
sir," Jesse answered, before stifling a yawn.
"Well, I'm
sure you'll find something to amuse yourselves with. I think your mother and I
are both on a mid-day shift on Wednesday." He looked thoughtfully out the
window. "I don't like leaving you guys alone, at least no more than we
have to, but... it's life, I guess. Maybe once we recoup and get beyond the
holidays, things will return to normal, and your mother and I won't have to
work such mixed-up schedules for a while."
"We'll be
fine, Dad, don't worry about us. I promise, I won't drown the rug-rat or
anything," Jesse replied, drawing a chuckle form his father before he
turned to look around again. "You know, I've got an idea of what you might
get Benji for Christmas, if you want to hear about it."
"I'm all
ears," his father announced, leaning forward attentively.
"Well, you
know how we lost all our toys and everything, and I was thinking about
something you and Mom mentioned not long ago. Don't worry about me so much this
year, but maybe, I don't know, use some of what you'd spend for me and just get
some toys for Benji. Make it look like we're sharing or something, and I'll
play with him some and everything, you know? Like, maybe find a bunch of Hot
Wheels for example, maybe a few board games or... or even Legos. You know how
he likes those, although I know they're not cheap. Maybe even find him a bike,
if you can swing that. I mean, part of the reason he wanted to spend time with
me yesterday was because after Petey left, he said he was bored and, you know,
kind of lonesome. That got me to realizing, there really isn't a lot for us to
get into any more like it was before, at least as far as playing with stuff
when it's so cold outside, you know? I know, people do with a lot less, but
Benji... he hasn't done anything like this before, you know? And I just... I'm
thinking more about him, really." He stared into his father's gray eyes
humbly. "So, like, don't go and spend a bunch of money or anything on me
this year, okay? Just, you know... Take care of Benji and stuff..."
James observed his
son closely, an inner sense of pride and emotion building. "Insofar as the
suggestion of what to get and all, I couldn't agree more, really. Your mother
and I were already thinking about making Christmas this year more of a fun
Christmas for you boys. I can't promise something like that, though, when it comes
to you, kiddo. You still have to have something, and don't argue that with us,
or with me, please." He paused before speaking again. "You know,
we're not going to ignore you, son. Don't you have some idea about something
you'd like?"
Jesse blushed.
"Well, there is one thing I thought of, but I have no idea what they cost
or anything." Seeing his father's look of curiosity, he continued.
"Noah has these things in his room, called bean bags. They're
like, uh, these big cloth and vinyl bags with some kind of beans inside, I
guess. We can just sink into them, and use them to sit on the floor, or prop
them up on the bed, or... I don't know, you get the idea."
"Yes, I've
seen them before," James nodded thoughtfully. "I can imagine what
you're saying, too. They are kind of convenient too, aren't they? Your mother
and I will check into them, how's that? And... don't worry about costs, son.
That is for me and your Mom to worry about, alright? If we can't do something,
then we just simply can't, and we know you two will understand." He smiled
and sat back. "Is that it, though? Anything else?"
"I might like
a hoodie, if I can get one. I used to have a couple for cold weather and all,
but..." Jesse responded.
James nodded
again. "No problems there either, but... give it some more thought,
alright? You're not asking for a lot, and I'm used to seeing bigger wish lists
from my boys."
Jesse giggled.
"I think Benji will still make a good one up for you, Santa," he
replied merrily. "As for me, I have everything I need, I think. Family,
friends... and food - as long as there's more turkey on the menu. Maybe some
ham, too."
"There'll be
plenty of that," James scoffed. "You're not the only one who likes
turkey and stuffing."
"And
cranberry sauce," Jesse added with a grin.
"Yes, and
cranberry sauce. I think that was my favorite meal when I was your age,"
James admitted, before glancing out the window and sighing again.
"Speaking of food, do you want some breakfast?"
"Not really," Jesse answered,
shaking his head. "In fact, I think I am going to go back to bed for a
while. Besides, if we start making a bunch of noise in here, it'll wake Mom up,
right?" The teenager then quietly scooted his chair back and stood. Although
still in his underwear, his low-lying t-shirt covered most of his groin, so he
had no problems stepping over to his father and gave him a brief hug. As he
walked away, he added, "Benji and I will eat something later."
James watched him
disappear, and then went back to his morning paper.
As Jesse crawled
back into bed, the movement woke Benji groggily. Within minutes, the boy rose
and made his own trip to the bathroom, before returning and climbing back in
under the covers. As he turned his back to his brother, he slid in neatly, and
Jesse settled in close before draping his arm over the boy. Both then settled
back into a continued, peaceful sleep.
*******
Noah sat back on
his bed, staring out the window at what was shaping up to be a blustery day.
The rain, which had finally arrived, swept in sheets across the valley, with a
significant wind carrying it and other debris haphazardly along. It was not a
storm per se, as there were no dark clouds, no excessive gusts to note, and certainly
no adverse sleet or hail. It was cold, however, perhaps one competing for the
coldest on record thus far for the season.
The teen had
pulled his knees up and held them with his arms to his chest. His bedroom was
unusually silent at the moment, with no electronics, no lights active to speak
of - unless you counted the silent operation of his clock upon the night stand.
He had been looking out into the weather and sighing, knowing full well that
the oncoming colder months would not improve, now that the warmer season had
passed. He didn't mind it initially. Autumn signaled the oncoming holidays,
with the Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Year dates on the horizon. Come
January, although school would still continue as usual, there was always the hope
for oncoming snows to entertain them, too. Noah smirked suddenly as he thought
about that. Most adults detested snow and the mess it brought, along with icy
roads and sub-freezing temperature. Most kids and teenagers, however, enjoyed
it - not so much because it generally got them out of school for a day or two,
but more so because it provided them a new, different kind of environment to
have some fun in.
Noah's head
suddenly rose as he noticed something changed in his neighbor's window. He
steadily waited, watching carefully before finally making out an older boy his
age, who appeared to be wrestling with a youngster somewhat smaller in size. He
grinned, surprised at how much he could discern through the deteriorated
conditions outside. Ever since Jesse had told him he could make out Noah moving
about his room, the teenager had been interested in what he could
voyeuristically observe in return, and he was not disappointed. If he could
make them out this well now, he wondered how much better it might be in other
conditions... or at night.
Noah felt a touch
of guilt at that thought, realizing the fact that what he was doing, was
peeking into the private life of someone outside his home. He wondered if this
ever happened with other kids, teens lucky enough to live close to others like
he and Jesse did. If it did, it was very hush-hush, obviously. No one would
want to advertise their nosiness, undoubtedly for fear of reprisals. He
recalled, however, the stories about Amber and Ethan. Pete had unceremoniously
informed all the guys in the group that the two lived practically next door to
each other, and because of that closeness, it had spawned a lot of the
interaction that led to lots of sex and more, every day after school. Pete the
Third had even bragged about how getting it was so easy for some, yet so hard
for others. If he could be believed, Pete professed to have done 'it' several
times, too. Noah frowned on that thought, though, because Pete's ego was so
over-inflated at times, he wasn't all that sure what was true about some of the
things he told, and what wasn't.
Noah became
startled as he focused on the window again, and suddenly saw both boys were
waving at him from across their lawns. Grinning, he waved back, acknowledging
that they had finally gotten his attention. Benji stuck his tongue out, making
Noah lean in ever closer and reciprocate the action, which appeared to make the
boy laugh hysterically. Then for the next few minutes, all three boys began
making mock gestures and funny motions, communicating as if they were a bunch
of silent monkeys. Eventually both sides settled down, and Jesse moved himself
in front of the window, pulling his own knees up and holding them. Noah wasn't
sure, but he thought maybe his friend was sending him a message, like 'I saw
you doing this'. The teen sighed, but then nodded, which made Jesse smile back
at him.
Moments later
there was a knock coming from Noah's bedroom door, and he quickly gave his
friend a time-out motion and pointed to the door. Jesse understood and then
closed his blinds as Noah turned and called out, "Come in."
Jennifer opened
and entered then, carrying two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. Crossing the
short distance, she handed one to her son, who took it grinning widely.
"Thanks, mom!" he whispered.
The woman smiled
back and then sat down on the side of the bed. Looking out at the dismal
weather, she remarked, "I thought you might like something to warm your
insides with."
Noah sampled the
rich liquid and nodded. "It's great!" he offered.
The two fell
silent for a moment, both watching the rain blowing about in sheets.
"Looks like another belly-washer, as your grandpa used to say,"
Jennifer commented. "Makes it a bleak day to do anything much, doesn't
it?"
Noah shrugged.
"Yeah, kind of." He sighed. "Would it be too much to ask if I
could go over there for a while?"
Jennifer's
eyebrows shot up. "What do you mean?"
Noah nodded toward
the house across the way. "I mean, hanging out with Jesse and all. We do
it a lot lately. Heck, he was just over here Friday and spent the night,
remember?"
"So?"
Jennifer frowned. "Why, does that bother you or something?"
Noah shook his
head. "No, Mom, it's just... I don't know. I guess I'm more afraid it
would bother you or Dad. Or Jesse's parents."
Jennifer set her
cup of cocoa on the nightstand and then maneuvered herself up beside her son.
With a motherly instinct, she wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Okay,
spill it. What's going on in that head of yours? Why would hanging out with
your new best friend bother you like that?"
Noah was silent
for a time, thinking deeply as he stared out at the rain. Jennifer waited
patiently, although she re-adjusted her position to sit more comfortably. When
Noah finally spoke again, his voice was low and measured. "Pete, Jimmy,
Randy, Will... All of the guys, they always had this thing about watching
people who spent so much time together, you know? If it was a guy and a girl,
they'd be all for it. If it was girls, they'd just make fun and snicker and
everything. But... when guys hung out, then they'd be all agitated like, giving
them a hard time, calling them names... you know?" The teen sighed.
"I think parents do the same thing, too. Sometimes anyway, when they see
their kids spending a lot of time with someone."
Jennifer observed
her son thoughtfully. "I'll admit, you're partially right. We do watch a
lot of our sons and daughters, especially when they seem to get a little too
friendly or cozy. Or when someone much older starts to get too friendly and
all. But, honey, you have to realize that every child or teenager is different,
and you know now what kind of crap Pete has been brainwashing you with all this
time. I'm really sorry, too. Your Dad and I knew he wasn't being the best of
influences, but we never knew how bad it was until you told us. If we had, we
would have sat down with you way before now and ... and at least tried to talk
with you. So, anything those guys taught or convinced you of, you should
probably only treat with a grain of salt."
"I
have," Noah whispered, sinking back into her embrace. "It's hard
sometimes, still. I mean, Pete wasn't always like he is now, and Linda, well...
she helped me some. Thing is, though, I've learned about a lot of things now,
for the better."
"I know you
have," Jennifer whispered into his ear, hugging him even closer as they
slowly rocked back and forth. "Jesse has been good to you, really, as much
as you've been good for each other as close friends. Still, you're going to
find that life has a lot of ups and downs, kiddo, and who knows - there is a
whole new world opening up to you now. A world where you'll have to navigate
and figure things out for yourself again, but you know what? I have a lot of
confidence you're going to do just fine, and that you're going to have the
right people by your side, besides dear old Mom and Dad, to help you get
through it." She then nodded toward the window and the house across the
lawn. "Just like Jesse and his family. Those are good people, son. Your
father and I have known them for a long, long time."
Noah looked up
with curiosity. "Really? How did you guys ever meet up?"
Jennifer smiled.
"It's a long story, but the gist of it goes back to when your father and I
married and moved into this apartment complex. We had been there for a little
more than a year, I think, when one winter there was this really big ice-storm
and all, and he went missing. You see, when we got married, he insisted I
finish my schooling first, and then he would follow - because neither of us
could really afford for us both to go to classes at the same time."
"I remember
you telling me about that once, yeah," Noah commented. "When you
graduated and got a job, I think, he then went and finished his degree.
Right?"
"Yep, you got
it. Your father was about a year into college when we met, and then he stopped
so I could get my degree, before he picked it back up and finished. You see, he
worked for a bakery, driving a delivery truck and distributing breads, buns and
what have you throughout the whole region here. On some days he had a short
route, one that would take maybe, oh, four or five hours to finish. Others
though, he had these long routes that went out into different parts of the
state. He'd always get up about three in the morning, every weekday, just so he
could get all the stuff delivered to the groceries, quick stops or what have
you, as early as he could get it done. It wasn't bad pay, really, but like I've
told you before, back then things were harder for us. Especially with me still
in school and all, and being newlyweds."
Jennifer paused
and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "So, one of those nights in
February, we had this big ice-storm come up, followed by probably one of the
coldest spells we had ever had around here. Your father though, he still
started out like usual, because that was his job. I didn't think anything that
much about it, because I knew your father was a careful driver, see. He'd been
out in snow, ice and some of the worst conditions you could probably imagine
before, really, and had always come back safe and sound. Heck, he even taught
me how to drive in the stuff, starting before we even got married. He was good,
see? So, anyway, he took off to do his thing, but the next day, your father
didn't come home. I'd already had a call from his boss, asking if maybe he had
driven the van on home or something, but he hadn't. We decided he was just
delayed because of the weather, see? But as it got later into the afternoon,
that's when some of us started making calls around to some of the stops on his
route. Turns out, while he had stopped at most of them, there were others he
had never showed up at. Those places just figured it was because of the
weather, so they didn't think much of it right away, see."
"Now,
picture this honey: Makalah and James lived in the apartment right across from
us back then. They had married the summer before, and although we didn't really
know them, we'd all met in the stairwell a few times. You can imagine how it
went - we'd always greeted each other and had a little chit-chat - but that was
about the extent of it. That night though, when your father was missing, I was
on the balcony outside, worried, crying, praying... really just falling apart,
if you want to know the truth. The Sheriff finally put out a radio call, but no
one reported anything, anywhere. Jesse's mom, you see, came in from one of
those obscenely long shifts she works sometimes down at the hospital, and she
found me on the outside balcony like I said. I couldn't even talk at first, you
know? We had met a few times, but I didn't know those people, not really. That
was going to change though, and change really quick. You see, your friend's
mother had to coax it out of me, but I finally ended up getting it out, telling
her everything about what was happening, and why I was so scared and
everything. Well, James had come home at some point, from whatever job he had
at the time, and when he listened and got the details, he started getting on
the phone with your father's boss. Between the two of them, they started making
more calls and isolated where, like, between the last store your father made it
to, and the next one that he didn't. Then he got in his truck and headed
out."
Jennifer paused,
her mind retreating into her memories of long ago. "Makalah, see, never
left me, honey. Here she was, ragged and beat and worn out, but she wouldn't
leave me. And James, he never gave up looking, after it was turning so dark and
all, the temperature falling that evening into the single digits. In fact, even
though the Sheriff and his deputies got involved, it wasn't they who found your
father, but instead it was James, who happened to come upon something out of
pure, blind luck. As it turned out, your Dad had hit upon and slid over some
ice somewhere near a pond, or a lake or something, and lost control of his van.
It had tumbled over into a steep bank, down a hill, see. When James found it,
it was upside down, beat up and mostly submerged in a huge puddle of water that
had iced over. They told me later that James dived into the water and went
looking inside, but he didn't find your father. So, he gets out of the water
and starts trying to move around, freezing probably from being wet and all, you
know? But he did it, and kept on going until he ran into a house where some
people lived nearby."
"Wow!"
Noah whispered, startled hearing this tale for the first time.
Jennifer nodded.
"So, anyway, it was getting late in the evening, but James came upon one
house, where he banged on the door and woke up this man and his wife. At first,
they said no - they hadn't seen anything all day, but then as James was
thanking them and getting ready to leave, the man's wife started talking about
how their dog had been barking at the barn all afternoon, and hearing about
your Dad, they started wondering. They were both elderly, see, and really were just
living the way some older country folk do. You know, go to bed early and get up
before the crack of dawn. Kind of like your Grandpa used to do next door,"
she explained, but with a hint of amusement. "Anyway, James and the man
ended up going down to his barn and checking it out. That's when they found
your Dad, honey. He was unconscious and nearly... nearly dead." Jennifer's
voice nearly broke on the last.
"Crap!"
Noah whispered, feeling his mother's anguish.
Jennifer nodded.
"Like I said, he... he almost died. We don't know how he didn't really,
given the shape he was found in. You see, he had been in that ice-cold water
for who knows how long, but somehow pulled himself out of it. Later, we learned
from him that he saw the old barn and house, and that he tried making his way
up there, but couldn't because it was on a steep-like hill. Somehow, he did
manage to crawl to the barn before he passed out." The woman paused,
thinking back. "Noah, you have to understand honey, I was... I was a
wreck. I wish I had had better senses about me, but... I don't have an excuse,
it was just... hard. It was like, everything in my world turned upside down.
Makalah stayed with me for days after that, after James got the ambulance there
and they rushed your father to the emergency room. He was in bad shape, enough
so they transferred him to Louisville to one of those specialty centers. Like I
said, I... I was, I guess you could say I was alone. We reached out to your
dad's brother, but he was in the Army then, and there was no way he could come
in from wherever he was stationed at the time. And then, there's your Dad's
sister who lived out in Texas at the time. She did come stay for a few days,
but she had to drive and it took her a couple of days to arrive. You see? I'm
not proud of it, but... when I had nobody, I still had Makalah - and let me
tell you, she would not leave me for one minute."
Noah glanced out
at the older house next door again. "I think I understand," he
whispered.
"She took a
few days off from work and stayed beside me during the whole ordeal until your
aunt arrived, and then picked right up again after your aunt left to go back
home. Your father, he went into cardiac arrest more than once, from the
exposure and all, and I was certain I was going to lose him. But, after about
three days in intensive care, he miraculously came out of his coma and woke
up." A tear dropped along the woman's cheek, which she slowly wiped away.
Before she spoke again, she pointed at the other house. "You see though,
those two never stopped. Your father had to have a lot of physical therapy and
special treatments for a long time, and James was the one who was always there,
helping and making sure he got his rides or what have you to clinics, the
doctor, to other places he needed to go when I couldn't do it. And... and they
bought groceries for us, cooked meals, cleaned things up, you name it - they
helped us get things straightened out, at least until I could get my head
screwed back on."
"What about
Aunt Vonda?" Noah asked quietly, referring to his father's sister.
"She didn't come back anymore?"
"Well, like I
said, she stayed about a week or so the first time, but once your father was
alright and we got him moved back down here, she couldn't stay. Not that I blame
her, or anyone else, you know. She had a job, and back then, they were not
going to let anyone off indefinitely like that without a whole lot of grief.
She did call a lot, to keep up with us and to try and console me, but... it was
the best she could do." His mother sighed, but then smiled. "This is
why your father and I wanted to help the McAllisters out so much, honey. It
wasn't a charity case like you kind of said, and it wasn't your father and I
just being good Samaritans. There was a time when both Makalah and James put so
much on the line for us, and for your grandfather, too. He went through a spell
right around then when he fell and broke his leg back then, so he was in no
shape to help us, due to that and his own health problems. He was already
having signs of dementia, and only keeping up with a limited number of things
as it was, see. There... there just wasn't any family to speak of for your
father or me, and we didn't really have that many friends - good, close
friends. At least, until James and Makalah became a part of us, together. They
didn't have much, but I'm telling you, what they did have was priceless in the
way it helped us out. You have no idea, seriously, at how much they did for us
back then - almost 15 years ago. That was a time I really needed someone, to
help me regain my sanity, and those two were there for us. They were like our
guardian angels in disguise, to tell the truth."
"Wow,"
Noah whispered again.
Jennifer giggled
finally. "I know, yeah. But... there is one thing that came out of it that
was good, for us, meaning your father and me."
"What was
that?" Noah asked.
She leaned in
conspiratorially and whispered, "That was when we made you." Pulling
back, she saw him blush, which made her hug him ever closer. "It's true. I
guess that was about the time they made Jesse, too. You see? It all washed out
in the end, and we recovered. I eventually finished school and went to teaching
at the college, and your father was able to work on his degree after that, too.
Even while he was recovering and getting back on his feet, he was able to get
started again with a night class or two, to offset the boredom. Within a year,
first you and then Jesse came into our world a few months later."
"What
happened afterwards? I mean, when did we move here and all?" Noah asked.
"Well, your
Dad got a job at the bank before he graduated, and after he got his degree in
finance, we both started having a little better income and all. We paid James
and Makalah back for a lot of little loans they made us and all, too -
although, you'd never believe how hard it was to get them to take it. It's like
I said, they did so much, in little ways for us, you know? Anyway, before long,
your grandfather deeded us this property to build a house on, about the same
time the McAllisters found the house that they bought. Your Dad got involved,
and made it veritably a deal they couldn't turn down. It was the least we could
do, see? But we each moved eventually, and I guess that's how we kind of grew
apart, separated and all. Oh, we've stayed friends all this time, don't get me
wrong. Rebecca was born a few years later, but then she... she didn't make it.
You were about four at the time, I think, so I doubt you'll remember that
one."
Noah shook his
head. "I don't, but Jesse told me he had a sister that died a few weeks
after she was born."
"That was
her," Jennifer nodded. "That hit them hard, although I think Makalah
handled it better than most would. It just, you know, it wasn't meant to be,
but it devastated them. It was already hard for them to conceive as it was, to
make a baby, I mean. I think after that happened though, they gave up on having
any more kids at all, until Benji surprised them."
Noah grinned.
"Really?"
"Yes,"
his mother whispered, then suddenly poked her son in the side. "Anyway, we
sort of grew apart a little, because we each had our own families to take care
of there for a while, but we never stopped being there for each other. Do you
understand now? For a short while, that family, or at least James and Makalah,
were all your father and I had. That's why when the tornado hit, we couldn't
help but want to give something back to them. Not because it was such a good
thing to do, but because we had to do it, Noah. Even though it meant
hampering you, we... we had to, honey."
"Don't worry
Mom, I understand that now," Noah murmured quietly, turning and giving his
mother a full embrace. "I wish I had understood then, but... I was too
much of an asshole to realize it." He looked out the window again. "I
think Dad tried to tell me about it that first night, but... I wouldn't listen.
I wish I had, though."
Jennifer hugged
him back. "Well, asshole or not, and I'm still not very fond of that word
by the way... things have changed, and now you know." She held him briefly
and then pushed away so she could stare deeply into his eyes. "Alright,
now it's your turn. What the heck does Jesse being here Friday night and
yesterday have to do with hanging out too much?" When he didn't immediately
reply, she sighed. "Listen, if you want to go and spend time, I'm all for
it. It's good you have a firm friend, and especially so that you have that
friend in Jesse. Just always remember something for me, please: no matter how
close or best-friendly you two get, always remember you still have a family
over here which loves you and wants you to be happy. Just remember to spend
some time with us, too, which as far as I'm concerned, you have been doing just
fine." She nodded out the window. "So, if you want to go over there,
or have them come over here, then... just make sure you wear something warm.
And, I don't know, maybe wait until this cloud passes over and gives you a
little break."
"Seriously?" Noah whispered. "You think it's
alright?"
"It's better than being cooped up in here
all afternoon, isn't it?" She glanced at the clock. "It's only a
little after two. Tell you what, give me a few minutes, I have a bunch of
cupcakes baking in the oven upstairs. Let me fix a few of them up and you can
take them over with you."
Noah leaned in
again. "Mom, I love you!" he whispered, hugging her tightly.
Jennifer laughed.
"Well, I'm glad at least somebody does!" she teased.
*******
"Wait a
minute! You can't do that... can you?" Benji exclaimed, then let out a
breath in frustration. "Not again!"
Noah laughed,
after moving the marble back to the starting home position. He sat on the floor
with the two McAllister brothers, all three of them gathered around the
Aggravation board game he had brought along. "Sorry peanut, you've got to
start this one again."
"How does
anyone even get to WIN at this game?" Benji complained, studying the board
as Jesse grinned and reached out for the die, ready to take the next turn.
"Huh,"
the older brother announced. "Finally met your match, have we?"
Benji looked up
and stuck his tongue out. "Just you wait, turtle-bait!" he announced,
and then re-oriented himself, stretching out on the floor until he faced the
board, head propped with his hands. They had been surprised to hear the
doorbell and, upon answering, finding the teenager carrying the board game and
a basket of cupcakes. After they settled in, the last two hours or more had
been spent with the board game, with the TV on above them, but turned low.
Outside continued to be a blustery late afternoon, but the rains had begun
easing off by then, leaving only the cold winds to deal with.
It wasn't long
before they were interrupted by Makalah, who stuck her head through the open
doorway. "You boys hungry yet? I've got some homemade pizza in the oven,
if you're interested."
"Oh boy, are
we!" Benji explained, springing to his feet. The others joined him as the
foursome then made their way into the kitchen, to find James already sitting at
the table.
"About time
you three musketeers showed up! I thought I was going to get half of that pizza
just for myself!" he teased, as they pulled out chairs. The table was
already spread with plates, drinks and more. In less than a minute, Makalah
joined them with a sheet pan, topped with a cheesy confection mixed with meats
and various vegetables.
"I hope you
like it, Noah. We've always been partial to supreme pizzas when we make them
here at home," Makalah offered as she set the hot dish baking dish down on
a pair of pot holders. "Careful, the pan is hot!"
"Mom puts
everything on pizzas sometimes, like lots of sausage, beef, peppers, onions...
the works, with loads of cheese," Jesse added.
Noah nodded.
"They're okay, as long they don't have mushrooms."
"No worries
there," James piped up. "I'm allergic to most mushrooms, so you won't
find them on this one."
After cutting out
huge squares, she subdivided each and placed the food in their plates, which
her family then readily attacked. Noah first took a tentative bite, and then
grinned. "Hey! This IS pretty good!"
Makalah, obviously
pleased, nodded. "Thank you."
After a few bites,
Noah looked up at the woman. "Thanks for not kicking me back home tonight,
too."
The odd remark
caught the woman off guard. "What do you mean? You're welcome over here
anytime you want to come, Noah. Well, almost anytime. I'd like to be awake and
not gone to bed," Makalah teased him, which made the others laugh.
"Seriously though, I don't think we have any problem with you being
around, especially as close as we are living together now."
"I'm curious
though, why did you say that?" James broke in.
Noah sat back, the
hint of a blush appearing. "I just, I don't want to be a pest, that's
all."
"You're
not," Jesse offered quietly, at which his mother glanced at him and then
nodded in agreement.
"You're not a
pest young man, but I promise you, if it ever becomes a problem, we'll let you
know. Until then, don't worry about that kind of stuff," the kind woman
added.
"Hear,
hear," James added, before reaching for the crushed-pepper shaker.
"You ever use this stuff?" he asked, changing the subject. "It's
not super-hot peppers, but it does add some spice to life."
"I know, but
no thank you. I don't mind spicy Chinese food most of the time, but that's
about my limit," Noah replied.
"Really?" Jesse piped up with an
eyebrow raised. "I thought I saw you use some hot sauce at that Mexican
place."
Noah thought for
a second, but then nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, I did, sorry. Only a little
on some of the ground beef dishes, though." That made the rest of the
family laugh.
When the boys'
returned to the bedroom, Jesse pulled his friend to the side and spoke to him
curiously. "What was that all about? You know, what you said in there,
about being a pest or something?"
Noah grimaced.
"Nothing, really. I just..." He looked deeply into the eyes watching
him, and noted that Benji was watching him curiously as well. "I was kind
of down in the dumps today, that's all. I didn't want to rub any of it off on
you guys, though. I mean, I don't know about you, but I'm trying to put a
little time between us being together so much., You know, so we're not, like,
spending every other night either here or at my house." He looked down at
Benji. "Besides, I can't claim you all the time. Benji would get mad at
me, wouldn't you squirt?"
Benji stole a
quick glance at his brother, realizing that statement had hit a little too
close to home. Jesse closed the bedroom door and then pulled Noah over to his
bed where the two sat down. He was about to say something, when Benji
approached and stopped him. "I don't care," the boy announced.
"Just as long as ... you know, you don't steal my brother from me."
Both older boys
looked out upon the younger one with surprise. "I wouldn't... I mean,
no," Noah started, but then stopped, confused. "Huh?"
Jesse giggled
before reaching out and taking hold of his brother and dragging him into his
lap. Afterwards, he turned his attention to his best friend. "Benji kind
of had a lonesome moment yesterday, that's all," Jesse explained. "He
was just wanting some time with me, weren't you buddy?" When Benji nodded,
he squirmed as Jesse tickled him along his side, but after a few seconds,
stopped and just held on. "So, when you and I got finished yesterday afternoon,
me and doofus here went up to the park and we spent the evening together. It's
no big deal, but... you get it, right?"
Noah frowned.
"Benji, I would never, ever try to take Jesse away from you. He'd kill me
anyway, you know?"
Benji smiled, and
with a quick glance at his brother, decided to move over into Noah's lap. The
teen, surprised, barely got hold of him before he rolled out into the floor,
and if it wasn't for Jesse giving him a hand by grabbing his brother's legs,
that might have well been the result. "I know you wouldn't," the
younger boy announced quietly, grasping hold of Noah and hanging on. "It's
like Jess said, I think I just got lonely. Even though Petey was here, after he
left it just... I don't know."
Noah smiled.
"That's the way I feel sometimes now. Before, I'd just go to my room and
curl up, maybe listen to music or something. Or... just sit. That's what you
two caught me doing earlier today. No real reason other than, I guess I was
feeling kind of lonesome, too."
Jesse leaned over
and bumped shoulders with his friend. "We thought about calling you, you
know. We didn't do much either, just listen to the rain and wind, watched some
cartoons and stuff." He sighed. "Our parents, they're not going to get
mad at us Noah, for being around each other and stuff. There are times we kind
of do things as a family, but other than that? Nah. Some parents might worry
about things like that, but ours don't."
Noah smiled.
"Mom kind of told me the same thing, yeah. It's like I said, I was just
being weird, I guess. It hit me and, I don't know..."
"Did
something happen to you maybe, some other time?" Benji asked. Noah stared
down at the grey-blue eyes that met him.
"I don't
know, I think maybe Pete said something once, about how he and Jimmy were
always hanging out, and then one day his Dad made Jimmy go home. Something
about they were spending too much time together, I think," Noah offered
timidly.
Jesse grunted.
"Well, maybe he saw the kind of influence Jimmy was having on him or
something, or..."
"Or maybe he
really did want them to take a break or something, for other reasons, like
hanging around too much," Noah followed through with.
Jesse shrugged.
"Maybe, but you know something? That's their problem, Noah, it's not our
problem - unless our parents tell us so, so don't worry about it, bro."
"Yeah, don't
worry about it, bro," Benji followed, whispering. "Just don't try and
steal my brother from me, otherwise I'll have to make you pay."
"What? Make
me pay?" Noah replied, grinning, before he started in on the younger boy,
tickling and digging in under his arms and ribs. Benji shrieked with laughter,
and for the next few minutes, squirmed and tackled not only their guest, but
dragged Jesse into the battle, too. It was only the second outright session of
its kind to happen in the last few days, but Benji did not give in. He had both
boys wrestling with him and each other, in the bed and floor, as it turned into
a three-way mêlée of laughter and fun.
This was what Noah
needed, and as he realized it, he ended up hugging the smaller body close at
times. Benji could feel the change in places, but his spirited youthfulness was
not ready to quite end their fun. Eventually, however, the three were becoming
breathless and ready for a break. After two attempts to bring his young
brother's feistiness under control and failing, Jesse wrapped up his legs at
one point and cried out, "Good grief, doofus, time-out!"
Benji giggled, as
he was presently being lifted up into Noah's arms, who was making his own
attempt to slow the pace down. "Okay, okay!" he snickered, but then
went completely limp. "Besides, I'm about to pee my pants anyway!"
"So?"
Noah whispered. "You've got clean replacements in that drawer over there,
right?"
Benji laughed
aloud, squirming but realizing he was wrapped up tightly this time. He glanced
up at Noah. "Yeah, right. You'd have to change me, though, and I doubt
you'd do it, anyway," he stated in a matter-of-fact tone.
Noah looked at
Jesse with his eyebrows raised, and the older brother simply shrugged.
"Don't look at me. He's old enough to know what he's saying," the
teen announced, before turning to his brother. "Careful though, Ben, you
might be surprised at what Noah would or would not do."
Benji stared at
them both and then laughed again. There was a slight hesitancy, however, before
he dropped his voice and looked back upon their guest. "I dare you,"
he whispered, before following with, "I even double dare you."
"Whoa," Jesse
whispered, then pulled his brother even further toward him. Glancing up, he
nodded at Noah. "You, kind sir, may have the honors if you want
them."
"You're not
kidding, are you?" Noah asked, but once he saw Jesse shake his head, he
grinned and reached out. In no time, he unsnapped Benji's jeans and unzipped
them. Giggling profusely, the smaller boy tried to move away, but the older
teen had grabbed hold with one hand, as he threatened to pull them down with
his other. 'What am I doing?" he suddenly thought to himself, pausing as
he looked down at the grin that met him. There was an openness in the face, not
unlike what he had come to see in recent weeks. "Um... are you sure about
this?"
Benji giggled
again and looked back to his brother. "See? I told you he wouldn't do
it," he whispered before looking up at Noah again. "Yes, I'm sure. I
trust you. The question is, will you really do it?"
Noah gave him a
sly grin, and then reached out and swiftly pulled both the jeans and briefs off
the boy, causing him to cackle with delight. "Does that answer you?"
Noah whispered, all the while pushing and working them further down and off,
especially with Jesse giving him a little assistance along the way. Benji had
stopped resisting by now, though, as he lay completely bottomless in the older
boys' laps.
Noah stopped and
took a few seconds to stare down at the boy's hairless groin. They had sort of
been here before, but not as purposefully as was now. Benji realized it, too,
as his penis began to stretch and stiffen. Noah could not help but grin at the
uncircumcised boyhood that grew and pointed almost directly at him. "Not
bad for a squirt, I think," he whispered.
Benji grinned
goofily, appreciating being the center of attention for the moment. "Jesse's
willy is a lot bigger, though," he whispered, his tone stating again the
obvious.
Jesse blushed, but
then Noah grinned. "Yeah, well, to be honest, I've already kind of found
out," he whispered back, surprising the younger boy.
"Whoa,
seriously?" Benji asked, then settled back and totally relaxed.
"Cool! Has he seen you, too?"
Noah hesitated
only for a second before nodding. "Yeah," he whispered back. The
young boy rose up just enough to glance at his brother, but then lay back again
and giggled.
Jesse reached out
and with the tip of his index finger, touched Benji's hardened shaft along the
top, before bending the rod downward back toward his toes. "I told you
little brother, yours will get big too, before you know it."
"Yeah, I
know. That's what you've told me, anyway," Benji replied.
Jesse smiled at
him, but then glanced up at Noah and nodded toward the nearby dresser.
"Second drawer down, right side."
Noah understood,
and was actually thankful for the break. He gently lifted the boy from his lap
and set him off onto the bed, before climbing out and opening the designated
drawer. Inside he found a stack of briefs, along with a set of sweatpants,
which he pulled out. "Are these okay?" he asked, turning to show them
his choices.
Both brothers
nodded, so Noah returned and, with little effort, arranged the briefs so he
could slip them over Benji's feet. With a little help from Jesse, he pulled
them up into place but paused at the groin one last time. Grinning, he leaned
over and made a big show of blowing his breath across the tip, which made Benji
giggle insanely because he thought it was too funny. Noah giggled too but then
finished the job, before quickly working the sweatpants on and pulling them up
into place. Once this was completed, Benji pulled himself up to sit between the
older boys, before he leaned in and gave Noah a fierce hug. "Thanks,
little buddy, I think," the teen whispered in surprise.
"It's all
good," Benji replied, before pulling back and looking up mischievously
into the older boy's eyes. "Now, you owe me, sometime."
"Whoa, wait a
minute Benji, Noah might not-" Jesse started, but Noah cut him off.
"I will,
sometime, if you want. I promise," he announced. Grunting, he added,
"Who knows, maybe we'll play one of those card games sometime. You know,
like strip poker or something."
Benji squealed and
then launched himself even tighter around Noah's neck, effectively knocking him
over. "Alright!" he exclaimed. They laughed and wrestled briefly,
until the young boy suddenly sat up and scrambled out of the bed. He ran out
the door and seconds later, the two teens heard the bathroom door shut quickly.
Jesse looked over
and rolled his eyes. "He does that sometimes," he commented, before
turning over next to his friend and stretching out. "You know, you didn't
have to do that."
Noah shrugged.
"It made him happy," he replied nonchalantly, but then looked up.
"Was it too much, though? Maybe I shouldn't have..."
Jesse scoffed.
"Are you kidding, after a double dare? If you had held out any longer, it
would have turned into a double- or triple-dog dare next, knowing him." He
reached an arm over Noah's side and held him loosely. "You did fine, Noah.
He wanted to do that, and I've told you before, if he trusts you - and I know
he does - then it's all cool. It's the same way with me and him, with what
little we do. As long as he wants to, then... what can I really say? I like my
little brother, you know?"
"Yeah, I hear
you," Noah replied and then sighed, looking toward the door. "I trust
him, too, Jess. I'm not afraid, honest." Turning back, he smiled at his
best friend. "You know, I love you guys. I really do."
Jesse moved in and
gave the teen a full embrace just then, holding him close. "I guess we can
say we do, too. You already know I do." He glanced at the partially opened
door to the hall, and decided to take a chance. Leaning in, he gave Noah a soft
kiss on the lips, before pulling back. Both stared at the other until they were
suddenly grinning, which developed into a set of giggles before outright
laughter. Jesse finally sat up. "Hey, how late can you stay?"
"I don't
know, um, another hour or so, I guess," Noah answered after glancing at
the clock. Jesse nodded and then started searching for the marbles they had
lost track of during the scuffle, and then getting the game board and pieces
put away. Afterwards, he crawled over to the stack of video games and pulled
out Mario Kart again, raising both eyebrows toward his friend. Noah grinned and
nodded, and before long they were arranging the space where all three could
join in.
"Too bad we
only have two controllers, though," Jesse remarked, and then made a mental
note to have Benji add that to his Christmas Wish list.
Before either
could react, however, Benji suddenly re-entered the bedroom. Seeing the change
and setup, he clapped excitedly. "Oh, wow! Who's ready to get their butt
handed to them this time?"
"You!"
Noah declared, tossing him his controller. Benji wheeled around and took a seat
- directly between the two brothers. Noah smiled, but then remarked, "BUT
- you have to beat your brother first, before you can get to me!"
Benji turned back
with a glance, a wicked smile stretching from one ear to the other. "Huh!
You better get ready then!"
Glancing over,
Noah saw Jesse actually blushing. "Ruh roh, shaggy, what am I getting into
here?" he whispered, but both brothers laughed aloud and started playing.
*******
"Was I okay,
Jess? Tonight, I mean, with Noah?" the small voice asked, rolling in
tightly with his brother once again.
Makalah had just
come in and left, giving them both a kiss goodnight and turning the remaining
light out. Benji had waited for a moment, before leaning over the side. Jesse
saw him and in answering the unspoken question, he pulled the cover back to
make room. The youngest of the brothers quickly slipped down the ladder and
crawled in beside his sibling, who pulled him in close.
"You did just
fine, little bro," Jesse whispered.
"You tried to
warn me though, and-"
"Shh,"
Jesse crooned, shushing the boy quickly. "Listen, what I'm willing to do
with you, being naked or with our willies or such, that's between me and you,
okay? Just don't assume that anyone else will think and feel the same way. What
you and I have, it's special and all, but not everyone is, like, as open about
things like that - even in other families. Get it?"
"Yeah, I
understand," Benji replied softly, before rolling onto his back, draping a
leg over his brother's in the process. "You know, I didn't expect him to
take my dare."
Jesse giggled.
"I guess you learned though, some guys ARE more willing than others when
it comes to stuff like that." He looked on in amusement. "Noah was
okay with it, though, and with you. It's like I've told you, he's changed, and
I think he's learning an awful lot about what real friends are like now. The
ones he had before-"
"Were
assholes and jerks, I know," Benji finished the sentence for him.
"He'll never replace you Jess, not in a hundred thousand million years...
but, it is kind of nice to have another brother around for a while, isn't
it?"
"Yeah,"
Jesse whispered, but not before hugging his brother again. "Even if for
just a while, he is."
"How long,
well...?" Benji asked.
"Oh, we'll
all be friends and brothers for a long time, Ben, until we grow old and get
married and... stuff like that," Jesse explained.
"Oh, I get
it, yeah," the small voice replied, but then shrugged. "But that'll
be a long, long time from now, so who cares, right?"
Jesse giggled,
wishing the simplest of outlooks were true, even if it were from the mind of a
seven-year-old. He did agree, though - why worry about something a long way off
from now. "You know, just be careful about playing strip poker, little
buddy. You're really good at cards, but... some of us might be better."
Benji laughed.
"I don't care, it'll be fun!" He lowered his voice. "Have you
actually seen him, then? Like he told me?" When Jesse nodded, he lowered
it even more. "Is he, like you?"
"How do you
mean? Is his willie as big as mine is?"
"Yeah, is
he?" Benji asked in a whisper.
Jesse hesitated,
but then wrapped both arms around his brother and leaned into his ear.
"No, he's bigger. He has a fat one," he breathed, making Benji giggle.
Both lay there for
a moment, before Benji sighed. "You know something doofus?" The boy
rolled over and wrapped his brother up tightly, and never said another word.
Jesse could feel both the love and trust, and he hoped he was giving it back,
because his heart had swelled with a pride rarely experienced just then.
Although the two adjusted slightly after a moment, both fell once again into a
deep, peaceful sleep.
To be continued...
Posted: 03/26/2021