My New Step-Brother - Part 18

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"We need to call an ambulance, Tucker!" I gasped, pushing on the man's chest, "we can leave before they get here!"

I looked back as I continued to do the only thing I could think of, but Tucker was sitting back on his ankles, staring at his uncle blankly.

"Tucker!" I shouted, but he rubbed his face.

"You're wasting your time" he said simply, "he's dead".

"Call your mom, she'll know what to do" I groaned, pumping harder, "come on you homophobic old bastard, breathe!"

"He's dead Jayden! And you'll be as good as, if the police come knocking here"

I punched the man's chest in anger and sat back too, Tucker was right. I was a wanted man, and now that Wilson was dead, they'd surely pin that on me as well. Everything was getting worse, everything.

"So what do we do?" I asked him.

Tucker considered it for a moment. The land was vast and seemingly endless. Barns ran across the end of it, with cows and sheep and all other manner of farm animals roaming around, too.

"He had a heart attack" Tucker said, his eyes on one of the barns, "nobody knows we've even arrived yet".

"You told your mom we arrived" I reminded him, but he shook his head.

"I told her what got here, I didn't say anything about him".

"What difference does it make?" I groaned, "we're here now, and he's dead!"

"He died from a heart attack, right down there in that barn".

I stared at Tucker for a moment before following his gaze and shaking my head instantly.

"No fucking way, no way! We're not covering this up, Tucker. Do you know how much trouble we'd –"

"We're already IN trouble!" He roared.

"I'M ALREADY IN TROUBLE" I roared back, "not you! You're the fucking victim remember, it's you that I tried to kill, remember?" I could feel the tears on my cheeks already, but I couldn't help it. I was exhausted.

"Look at me" he ordered, grabbing my shoulders and ignoring my squirming, "look at me!"

I did, and as usual, fell in love with him again.

"We're together" he whispered, "and we're going to stay together, no matter what, now go inside, have a shower and chill the fuck out. I'll deal with crazy old Wilson".

I laughed. I couldn't believe that I actually laughed, but so did Tucker, and we kissed over his dead uncle's body before I finally got to my feet.

"I love you" I told him as he grabbed Wilson's fat wrists and heaved the corpse backwards.

"I love you, too" he replied.

You would think that the days following the death of a man right before our very eyes would have been shrouded in worry and stress, but that couldn't have been further from the truth.

On the first morning, I woke up next to a completely naked Tucker, we repeated our debauchery from the motel, and it ended with Tucker dragging his large cock from my aching hole and spraying me down with sperm.

For breakfast, he brought me an omelette in bed, and as I ate it, he sucked my cock until I came. For lunch we sat naked in the yard and decided that a bottle of Wilson's wine was the perfect accompaniment to the steamy sex that we'd just had.

For dinner Tucker drove an hour to the nearest town and brought back a pizza that had gone cold by the time he reached the bed, so instead of indulging in the Italian delight, we indulged in each other once again.

It continued for days. It seemed like every time one of us thought about the decaying corpse in the barn, we'd subdue the worry with sweaty, rough sex.

On the sixth day, as I sat nude on Tucker's lap with my legs around his waist, holding both of our cocks in one hand and bringing us both to orgasm, his phone rang and it was his mom.

"Answer it" I mouthed, painfully close to cumming, "it could be important".

"Hey mom" he said into the phone, "no we still haven't seen him. Maybe he's on vacation"

I continued to slide my hand up and down Tucker's rod as he stifled a laugh and a moan.

"He doesn't fly because he thinks the government are tracking him?" Tucker repeated, rolling his eyes, "right".

"Wait, what?" He said, and his cock began to soften instantly as he shrugged me off him. "What do you mean you told them, told them what?"

The colour in Tucker's face drained as I stood up and he did too.

"What the fuck mom!?" He gasped, and I stared at him with wide eyes.

"Okay, okay, I need to go".

He put the phone down on the table and looked back at me. I knew something was wrong, something was very wrong.

"They know we're here" he said, "my mom told them".

My heart began to smash inside my chest. Surely the woman who was so set on protecting me wouldn't simply give us up like this?

"W... What? Why?"

"Your mom" Tucker said, his eyes now frantically looking around the kitchen, "she said you need to come back and tell them everything".

"THEY WON'T BELIEVE ME!" I shouted, and just as Tucker opened his mouth to reply, it happened.

The door seemed to explode from the wall, and suddenly the room flooded with uniformed men.

"GET THE FUCK ONTO THE GROUND!"

I looked at Tucker, and he looked back. The terror was clear in both of our faces, and then I was being dragged through the air, and my naked body hit the tiles roughly. My arms were yanked back behind me, clasped painfully in handcuffs, and a knee pressed down on my back.

"You're under arrest on suspicion of the murder of Denis Crawford, you do not have to say anything".

The officer's voice seemed to fade into the back of my mind as a second police officer spoke now.

"Chief, I think you better come take a look at this".

I managed to catch sight of Tucker who was wrestling with two of them as his cock jumped around and his wrists were cuffed together. One of the officers stood in front of him and smirked.

"Proper little Bonnie and Clyde, aint you?" He smirked, "killing anybody who gets in your way, even your own uncle".

Tucker snarled and lunged forward, but the other two officers held him in place.

"I didn't kill anybody!" He snapped, "and neither did Jayden!"

"Well son, two dead bodies says otherwise, so have fun explaining that to the judge" the officer nodded to the two men who held Tucker. "Put them in separate vans" he added, "and leave the windows open".