A young teenager's life is changed forever by his involvement in what he thinks is a rape. Ten years later, he attempts to "make amends" and learns that the price of forgiveness can be very, very, high.
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If you are looking for a highly erotic story to get you all hot, this isn't it. This is more of a "character study" than most of my writings. If you don't like character studies, don't read it. It has sex in it- some very graphic, very non-consensual sex. If highly non-consensual sex bothers you, don't read it. There is also Transvestite / Transgender / Gay sex. If that sort of thing makes you want to puke, don't read it.
This is also set in the 1960's so some of the language would be not be used today, but it was the way many people actually spoke in those days.
If after all those warnings, you decide to read this and the story makes you uncomfortable, please don't stop in the middle. Many of the discomforting threads resolve themselves in the end. Things aren't always what they seem.
This story is longer than what I usually post (11K words), but there is no way to separate the chapters into individual segments without leaving the story hanging in the wrong way. All five chapters are in this one, long post.
I don't know where this story came from. There is nothing I can point to as a basis or inspiration for the plot or characters. Obviously, everybody is over 18 and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is strictly coincidental.
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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.
If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province, nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.
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CHAPTER ONE OF FIVE
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"Baby Brother" tags along with big brother and three of his friends on the wrong night - or perhaps the right night. A chain of events ends with the five of them gang-banging a young black girl on a closed trail in the park late at night.
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I am approaching the end of my earthly travels. Everyone who could possibly be affected by the release of this story is dead, as I soon will be. It is time to tell the whole story so that everyone will know the truth about the events which changed and shaped my life. I am leaving this with a friend to post when the time comes. Some people may think they recognize the cities or the names, but be assured that I have changed so much that your guesses will not be correct.
It was 1959 when it happened- or perhaps I should say, when it began. I had just turned eighteen, but I was a very, very young eighteen. Almost all of the boys my age were already shaving daily. All at least had a full thatch of hair between their legs. My twin brother, Tony, had a thick black mustache. The closest I had to a mustache was a thin wisp of hair across my pubic bone just above my penis. I think it goes without saying that I was also a virgin.
Even though we were born at the same time, Tony and I technically weren't twins. I was what was called a superfoetation sibling. Mom evidently had another cycle after she got pregnant with Tony and I was conceived a month- or maybe two- later. Only one child was expected- there was no ultrasound in those days. Twins were a big surprise for both my mom and the doctors in the delivery room.
I was born first and the doctors assumed both of us were premature, so they rushed me to premie intensive care and reserved an area for the second twin. When Tony came out fully developed at eight and a half pounds it totally stumped everyone.
I was always small and way behind other kids in my class even though, because of health problems, I ended up starting school two years later than Tony. I was at least a year older than almost all of the kids in my class, but I was still smaller than any of them. That made me an easy target for bullying and teasing. Tony, on the other hand, was always one of the biggest- if not the biggest- kid in his class. Everyone not only left him alone, they avoided him whenever they could.
My sophomore year of high school the teasing got really bad. It was obvious that I wasn't as "mature" as most of the other kids in my class, so some of the boys in my gym class started making fun of me in the shower and calling me a fag. It would have been a lot worse except for two things. One, some of the kids in the class weren't fully through puberty either, and two, my big brother Tony would have beaten the crap out of anyone who really hurt me.
I liked to think that he was being a loving, protective, big brother- and maybe that was part of it, but mostly he thought that making fun of me and making me cry was his exclusive privilege. He always called me "Baby Brother," and I could tell that he loved the way it made me feel uncomfortable or even turn red when he did so in front of my classmates.
Then everything changed forever.
It was the summer after Tony graduated. He and three of his friends were going down to the park to watch a night baseball game. Baseball was a really big thing in my home town, but I guess it was in any small, Midwestern town in those days. A team from "the city"- that's what everyone called the nearby big town- was playing one of our local favorite teams, so a lot of people would be there. Tony and Rocky and Chuck and Dave weren't all that interested in baseball, but our town was your basic white suburb kind of place and the team from "the city" was mostly black. What Tony really wanted to do was cause trouble and make sure that "those colored boys know that they ain't really welcome here."
