My New Step-Brother - Part 3

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I tried to pull myself together and get rid of the raging erection that was bulging in my trousers. This type of thing didn't happen to me! I was too weird, or maybe I was too normal, I wasn't sure, but what I was sure of, was that Tucker had just made me feel like nothing, or nobody had made me feel before.

I rushed into the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face before drying off and heading downstairs. My mind was still racing as I returned to the garden and found my mom, Dustin and Tucker sitting around the table.

"Sit down" my mom said urgently, and I lowered my brow and stared at her.

"What's wrong, mom?" I asked, apprehensively taking a chair beside Tucker.

"Yeah, dad, what is it?" Tucker asked, just as curiously.

"Well" Dustin said, and took my mom's hand in his as I cringed.

"Myself and Lynda" he smiled "we've decided to finally tie the knot"

The two of them beamed at us, and I rolled my eyes.

"That's it?" I scoffed, and my mom shot me a look of rage.

"I mean, congratulations" I grinned falsely.

"Congratulations" Tucker said, more sincerely, and walked around to my mom and hugged her.

"Why can't you be like that?" Dustin hissed under his breath so that only I could hear him.

"Because Tuckers happy to have a nice addition to his family" I snarled back "whereas I just get more of you"

Dustin's upper lip twitched as Tucker sat back down.

"So you two are going to be step-brothers" my mom smiled happily.

I wasn't sure what, if anything, that meant for how things had just gone with Tucker. Neither of us had even looked at each other since we returned to the garden, until Tucker finally spoke.

"I could think of worse guys to call my step-brother" he grinned, and wrapped his muscular arm around my shoulder.

I don't know why, but the physical gesture made me feel both warm and embarrassed in equal measure. I knew that neither Dustin nor my mom had any idea what had just taken place, but I still felt shameful as I remained under his grasp.

"Well isn't that just the cutest thing!" My mom almost cried, turning to Dustin who was still reeling from my previous comment.

"Maybe with Tucker, he'll have a decent role model in his life" Dustin scoffed, lighting a cigarette.

"Yeah, because you've been doing a stellar job in that regard" I remarked and felt Tucker laugh silently.

"You watch that fucking smart mouth of yours you little shit!" Dustin hissed, and my mom stood up.

"I'm sick of this!" She barked "no more, no more of this between you two!"

"It's not me!" I growled "it's him!"

Dustin laughed loudly and I felt my rage burn hotter.

"Mom!" I snapped, turning to her, but my mom had clearly had enough.

"This is supposed to be a special moment, Jayden!" She shouted, and all of a sudden I was the bad guy.

I watched as my mom stormed back into the house, and the events of the previous hour were old news. I glared at Dustin who still had a shit eating grin on his face.

"Happy now?" I spat, and his eyes found mine.

For the first time, Dustin was making me genuinely uncomfortable.

"Happy?" He sneered "what the fuck would I be happy about?" His words were slurred and sloppy,

"A faggot for a step-son? HA!... Happy"

"Dad!" Tucker snapped, but he didn't need to intervene.

"A faggot?" I asked, somewhat shocked that Dustin had used the word that had been on the tip of his tongue since he'd found out about my dirty little secret.

"Did I stutter?" He growled.

"Dad!" Tucker said again, but his father ignored him.

"It's probably not your fault" he continued, one of his eyes beginning to close "you grew up with a woman".

"I grew up with my parents" I corrected him, but my witty comebacks were beginning to die in my brain as Dustin got more personal.

"Parents?!" He sneered "your dad was a fucking loser".

It felt as though a wave of freezing water had drenched my body. I couldn't quite believe that Dustin had said what he'd said, and yet he sat there, drinking his beer and seemingly oblivious to the hurt that he'd just caused.

In an instant, my shock disappeared and was replaced by pure, unfiltered fury. I found myself hurtling through the air, Dustin's horrid fucking face getting closer to my fist as I lunged at him, and then I was engulfed in a strong, warm grasp and my entire body was being lifted through into the night

"YOU FUCKING CUNT!" I screamed, my voice cracking as tears began to stream down my face. "I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Dustin was laughing sadistically from his chair as Tucker carried me away from the situation and further down the garden.

"Jayden!" He shouted, as he placed me back on the ground and I lunged again.

There was no point fighting against him, he was unimaginably strong, and with ease, he held me in place.

"He's not worth it!" Tucker said to me as I sobbed angrily.

"I'll fucking kill him!" I cried, my entire body shaking as I listened to Dustin laughing.

"DAD!" Tucker roared, and his roar dwarfed anything that could have ever escaped my throat.

"GO TO FUCKING BED!"

Dustin's manic laughing finally stopped and I watched with teary eyes and clenched fists as the rancid man kicked his chair into the garden and stormed inside.

A silence fell, other than my angry sniffles as Tucker kept his strong hands around my slender arms and began guiding me back to my chair.

"Sit" he said, and even though he used the same authoritative tone that he had in my bedroom, I locked my knees and stayed standing.

"Jayden" he said sternly "sit"

I didn't budge and he stood in front of me, so close that I could feel his breath.

"I know you're upset" he whispered, his hands still firmly around my arms "but killing him isn't going to help"

"Isn't it?" I asked, my throat wet from crying.

"No, it isn't, now sit"

The sheer force of his hands, mixed with my eventual surrender found me back in the chair as Tucker sat down beside me and handed me a can of beer.

"Drink" he said, and poured his own one down his throat.

I wasn't a fan of drinking, but I was too angry, and too upset to care, and so I obeyed my soon-to-be step brother and began to drink.

"Your dad was a better man than he'll ever be" Tucker told me, and it was strange to hear him talk about his own father in such a way, considering how often Dustin droned on about how amazing Tucker was.

I didn't reply. I wasn't angry at Tucker, but he was the only other person around.

"Yeah" I nodded, wiping my nose on my sleeve.

"He doesn't mean it when he says shit like that" Tucker continued, and that was enough.

"So you're defending him?" I snapped "you think because he's drunk that he can just say shit like that?!"

My entire body was shaking again.

"That's not what I meant, Jayden" he said calmly, but I was already too far gone to be calmed by his voice.

"I'm fucking sick of him!" I sobbed, tears streaming down my cheeks again "he hates me because I'm gay, and now he thinks he can say shit like that. And YOU!" I shouted "you're fucking defending him!"

I was inconsolable, and I felt ridiculous for it, but it seemed that all my hatred for Dustin was now pouring out of me.

"I never did anything to him!" I bawled "not one thing!"

As I opened my mouth to continue with my sorrow-filled explosion, his tight arms wrapped around me and I found myself buried into his chest.

Instantly, I felt comforted. I continued to cry silently as he held me and suddenly Dustin's awful words didn't feel so piercing.

Tucker didn't say a thing, he just held me and I lay there until my sobs dwindled and I sat back.

"Sorry" I sniffed, wiping my eyes "I didn't mean to take it out on you".

"Don't worry about it" Tucker smiled sympathetically, and I stared at him.

"So now you know" I scoffed, my cheeks still wet "I'm fucked up".

"Fucked up for getting upset about your dad?" Tucker smirked "sounds pretty reasonable to me".

We sat in silence for another few minutes before I cleared my throat.

"I better get to bed" I told him and he nodded and stood up.

"Yeah" he said, and as I turned to walk away, I felt his firm grasp around my arm once more, and suddenly I was staring back at him again.

It happened quickly, and even if I had wanted to stop it, I wouldn't have been able to. His lips pressed against mine firmly, his hand grasped the back of my head and his tongue slid into my mouth.

For a moment I stood, frozen to the spot as Tucker explored my mouth, and then I gave up trying to work out what all of this was about, and relaxed into my new step-brother's arms.