My New Step-Brother - Part 17

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"And none of that stupid music you kids listen to either. And no shoes in my house. And no parties –"

"No parties?!" Tucker gasped sarcastically, but I could tell that his uncle hadn't noticed his nephew's smirk.

"Damn right" the man said, and I couldn't help but liken him to a particularly large rodent, with pointy teeth hanging over his bottom lip and large rosy cheeks. "Your mother may allow that sort of skullduggery, but it won't be happening under this roof".

Tucker and I looked out over the vast endlessness of field that surrounded the house. He sighed and shook his head.

"But Uncle Wilson, we have so many friends here who are just dying for a party!"

"Are you getting fresh with me, boy?" Wilson snarled, but hobbled off a moment later.

Tucker turned to me and smiled sympathetically.

"It'll only be for a while" he whispered, as Wilson barked at his kettle, "just until things blow over".

The drive here had been a long one, but it was made all the better by the memory of the events in the motel. It had been so perfectly perfect, and my ass still ached from him. They could have sent me straight to hell after it, and I would have been content as long as my butt remained filled with Tucker's load on the way.

"What did you say your name was, boy?" Wilson asked, appearing in the doorway to the old, dusty living room.

"Jayden" I said as politely as I could. It was after all, his home.

"Well" he nodded, setting down a cup of hot water on the coffee table, "at least it's a biblical name, unlike some people" he shot a snarky look at his nephew.

"Is Wilson a biblical name?" Tucker asked with a wry smile, and Wilson's cheeks turned redder, "actually, aren't you named after a volleyball?"

I held in my laughter as Wilson scurried back into the kitchen, leaving the two of us alone once more.

"I better ring my mom and tell her we arrived" he said, "you make yourself at home and enjoy your... Water" he sniggered, and left the room.

The house was certainly old. Tucker had mentioned that it was the same house that his grandparents had lived in, and their parents before them. It must have been the only house for miles, because I certainly hadn't seen any other signs of life for the final hour of the journey.

Wilson seemed to live solely off the land, but he also appeared to be in his late sixties and seemed a bit frail, too.

There were some animals in a barn in the field outside, and some crops further down in a glasshouse, but other than that, the entire place was just a sea of green. It would have been quite nice actually, if it wasn't for the circumstances.

"How is it you know my nephew?" The man said as he returned with his own cup and sat down.

"Oh... Uh... We're friends" I lied, but Tucker had advised that it was best to keep the overly religious man in the dark about certain things.

"Well you wont be staying here for free" he continued, fumbling with the remote control, "there's plenty of work that needs doing around the house".

"No problem" I nodded, I was happy to earn my keep, but Tucker was still pretty sore so I'd likely be doing it myself.

The old television eventually buzzed on, and when it did I cringed.

"Investigations are continuing this evening after the brutal murder of forty-three-year-old Dustin Crawford in his home yesterday morning. Police are particularly interested in anybody who may have information on the whereabouts of eighteen-year-old Jay–"

"So what do you do all day?" I blurted out loudly, managing to divert the man's attention as my details were read out over the news.

He glared at me like I'd just broken into his house and murdered his family.

"Work" he snarled, "not that you kids would know much about that".

"Don't you get lonely?" I pressed, as the newsreader made mention of Tucker and Bernie. I felt myself begin to sweat.

"Lonely?!" He barked, "I moved back here to get away from people, not to miss them!"

He had a point.

"All I need is a roof over my head and a belly full of food" he nodded, and turned back to the television.

"A manhunt is underway, and we'll be sure to bring you the latest. Back to you in the studio".

"You made me miss my damn stories" Wilson growled, but thankfully Tucker returned a moment later, though he didn't look happy.

"I'm gonna' show Jayden around" he said stiffly, and the man just waved his hand.

The air was cold outside, and threatened rain at any moment. We walked in silence for a minute until we were far enough away from the house that we wouldn't be heard.

"The cops went to mom's place" he said, "not long after we left".

I sighed.

"She said she hadn't seen either of us, but I guess they didn't believe her so they've been sitting outside ever since".

"Shit" I groaned.

"Leon accidentally dropped a bucket of paint from the top window though, so they're having a hard time seeing out of the car anyway" he smirked, with his beautiful handsome mouth.

"We can't stay hidden up here forever, Tucker" I told him, "sooner or later I'm gonna' need to go back and explain things".

"Jayden" he said, gripping my shoulders, "they'll lock you up! Don't you understand that?"

I did understand it, but I also understood that I couldn't allow his whole family including him, to be hostages in this fucked up situation too.

As we continued to walk, we did so mostly in silence, until finally Tucker spoke again.

"We could skip the country" he said seriously, "move to some place where nobody would even know your name".

"With all of our money?" I scoffed, and Tucker sighed.

"Listen, I love you" I told him, "and I love your family, but I've already gotten enough people in trouble. What happens when they eventually realise I'm here? They come and bust down Wilson's door? He knows nothing about this, he thinks we're friends".

Tucker stepped forward and kissed me. Everything felt better when we kissed.

"Do friends do that?" He asked with a smirk, holding my face in his hand as we stared into each other's eyes.

"No, they damn well do not!" Wilson's voice startled us both, and we turned instantly to find him just feet away from us.

"What in the fuckery is this?" He barked, his face purple.

Neither of us spoke.

"Your mother!" He barked, "she... She" he coughed, "she told me that you two..." Wilson coughed again, his face turning even more red.

"Are you okay, Wilson?" Tucker asked, genuinely concerned as the man ripped open the top button of his shirt.

"Don't you try changing the subject young man!" He croaked, sweat now dripping down his balding head. "I won't have it... I won't..."

Wilson clutched his chest, squeezing it as he gasped.

We ran toward him just as he dropped to his knees.

"I'm fine!" He shouted, but it was clear that Wilson was anything but.

"You two aren't friends!" He choked out, trying to push us away, "you're... You're..."

"We're gay" Tucker said, and the word seemed to physically hurt the man who let out an agonised groan.

"We need to get you to a hospital" Tucker said, digging in his pocket.

"You won't! I won't be going anywhere near that damn place" he snarled, "with their vaccines and their chemicals".

"I think you're having a heart attack, Wilson" I told him, and he glared at me.

"Don't think I don't know why you're here" he hissed, "I'm not deaf you know".

I stole a glance at Tucker who stared awkwardly back.

"Two little murderers" he hissed, and suddenly his eyes became glassy and his large body slumped.

"No" Tucker gasped, "no!"

I grabbed my phone, dialling as quick as I could.

"No!" He said again, but this time to me.

"If we do, they'll know we're here".

"Tucker!" I gawped, "he needs help!"

He slid his fingers across Wilson's throat and stared at me blankly, and gulped.

"He's dead".