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ST: The Agency 12 (t/t no sex) 
 
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The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by 
location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended 
by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and 
is not based on any actual events. 
 
 
The Agency: Chapter 12 - Brother Trouble
by 
Gymnopedies

Jon silently watched Bryan's face as the sandy-haired boy slept 
peacefully. It would soon be time to get up, and this was something 
that Jon had very mixed feelings about. On the one hand, it might 
mean another chance to accompany Bryan to the bathroom, which, if 
Jon played his cards right, might mean a chance to get another feel 
of his friend's hard dick, but on the other hand, it also meant that 
it would soon be time for Bryan to go home. This had been Jon's 
first experience of having one of his own friends stay over, and 
almost every moment had been sheer magic. These last couple of days 
had been wonderful, and the boy didn't want them to come to an end. 
Yesterday had been the best day ever. It had started with him 
getting his first look at Bryan's beautiful boner. This had been 
followed by the amazing day at the theme park. Then there had been 
the news about Jack starting modelling; this was something that Jon 
was especially happy about, since he loved the modelling himself and 
had really wanted to share the experience with his brother. The 
surprises had continued when Jack had produced the computer; Jon 
still wondered how Jack had managed to earn enough to buy a computer 
from just one modelling session and he was determined to question 
his brother further about this. Then the day had ended with 
something that Jon had hardly dared to dream about; he'd managed to 
get his hand on Bryan's erection, and more than that, he and Bryan 
had wanked each other all the way to orgasm. The thirteen-year-old 
wondered how any other day in his life, either in his past or in his 
future, could possibly match up to yesterday.

Bryan looked so sweet, his face relaxed as he breathed gently 
through his slightly parted lips. Jon had to resist the temptation 
to reach out and stroke the boy's cheek. It was amazing how close 
the two of them seemed to have become in the short time that they 
had known each other, and the fact that Jon had so few friends made 
his friendship with Bryan even more special.

Touching his palm to his own chest, beneath the bedclothes, Jon 
closed his eyes and imagined Bryan standing before him, naked and 
hard. Jon began to slowly stroke his chest with his open hand, his 
fingers spread so as to achieve the maximum contact. Gradually his 
hand moved lower, across his stomach and down towards his groin. He 
loved the feel of his pubic area since he had been shaved. He was so 
soft and smooth down there, and he spent a few moments stroking 
himself, touching around the hairless base of his hard cock. Then 
his fingers wrapped themselves around the slim, hard shaft and he 
began to move rhythmically along its length. It felt so good. Not as 
good as when Bryan had done it for him, but good all the same. He 
sighed softly to himself. 

"Jon?" 

Bryan's voice was little more than a whisper, but it was enough to 
cause Jon to freeze in shock. He opened his eyes to find his friend 
staring at him, a strange look on the boy's face.

"What're you doing?" The corners of Bryan's mouth twitched as he 
asked the question; he obviously already knew the answer.

"Nothing," Jon replied, feeling embarrassed that he'd been caught 
playing with himself.

"Yeah, sure," Bryan grinned.

"Alright, I was rubbing my boner," Jon admitted. "Don't tell me that 
you don't ever do that on a morning."

Now it was Bryan's turn to look embarrassed. "Sometimes," he said.

"You got a boner now?"

Bryan nodded.

"Want me to rub it for you?" Jon whispered, nervously, the image of 
the previous evening still clear in his mind.

"No, it's OK."

"Go on. The others are still asleep; they wouldn't know what we were 
doing." Jon slid his hand out from under his duvet towards Bryan, 
whose bed was pushed up right next to his own.

"Jon, no." With a nervous laugh, Bryan pushed down on the edges of 
his own duvet to stop Jon getting access.

"Go on, it'll be fun," Jon giggled, trying to fight his way past 
Bryan's guard.

"Jon, stop it," Bryan laughed, fending the boy off.

Letting himself get carried away with the excitement of the 
situation and his desire to once more get his hands on Bryan's cock, 
Jon threw himself fully into the battle. Tossing his own duvet aside 
and climbing to his knees, his own erection pointing out stiffly in 
front of him, he tried to rip Bryan's protective covering away. All 
thoughts of keeping quiet to avoid waking Jack and Toby were now 
forgotten.

"Jon..." Bryan managed to catch one of the boy's wrists, but the other 
hand eluded him.

With a cry of triumph, Jon managed to slide his free hand under 
Bryan's duvet and his fingers made contact with something warm, slim 
and hard; Bryan's cock.

"I said stop it!" Roughly, Bryan pushed Jon away. He was no longer 
laughing. In fact he looked angry. "What the hell do you think 
you're doing?" He was almost shouting.

Jon shrank back. "I just thought..."

"I said no. Can't you fucking understand 'no'?"

There were tears pricking at the backs of Jon's eyes. "You said last 
night was fun and we could do it again," he murmured, in a small 
voice.

"That doesn't mean we have to be playing with each other all the 
time like a pair of fucking homos." There was a cold hardness in 
Bryan's eyes. "I'm going to the bathroom." He angrily flung his 
duvet back and climbed over Jon's bed, his half-hard cock bouncing 
in front of him. Then, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around 
himself, he headed out of the door.

"Bryan?" Jon called after the boy, but Bryan ignored him. He climbed 
off the bed and set off for the door, intent on following his 
friend, but Jack intercepted him.

"Let him cool down," Jack advised, standing in front of Jon with his 
hands on his brother's shoulders.

"I've gone and spoiled everything," Jon sobbed, the tears spilling 
down onto his cheeks.

"I don't think so," Jack said, gently. "When he calms down he'll 
probably feel as bad about what just happened as you do."

"But now he knows about me being gay," said Jon miserably.

"He doesn't know anything of the sort. You were just playing around 
and things went a bit too far."

"You're gay?" A surprised gasp came from the mattress on the floor, 
where Toby sat watching.

Jack immediately turned and knelt in front of his youngest brother. 
"You didn't hear that, and if you say anything to anyone about it, 
I'll do the same thing to your balls that I did to your pubes last 
night. You understand me?"

Toby nodded. "I won't tell anyone." He gave Jon a grin. "You're 
really gay?"

"Toby!" Jack gave the eleven-year-old a warning look.

"Sorry."

Jon wiped his eyes, trying to get his emotions under control. He 
hated the way he always seemed to burst into tears at the slightest 
upset. But it was something that just happened; he couldn't help it. 
He wrapped a towel around himself, deciding that under the 
circumstances it might be a good idea to be covered up when Bryan 
came back, and then he sat down on his bed to wait.

Bryan reappeared a few minutes later. There were drops of water on 
his chest and shoulders, indicating that he had showered, and his 
towel was wrapped carefully around his lower body. He didn't speak 
and avoided looking at anyone, going straight to his bag and rooting 
around for a clean pair of shorts.

"Why don't you go get your shower, Jon?" Jack suggested.

Jon looked at Bryan's back, then over to his brother, and then 
nodded miserably. He couldn't think of anything that he could say to 
Bryan to make things right, so the best thing was probably to say 
nothing. He headed for the bathroom.

After emptying his bladder and taking a token shower, Jon returned 
to the bedroom. Bryan was now fully dressed and sitting on Jon's 
bed. Jack, wearing his shorts, sat next to Bryan. The two of them 
had been talking, but stopped as Jon appeared.

Jon stood looking at his friend. "I'm sorry," he said, quietly. He 
tried to breathe slowly and steadily, determined that he wasn't 
going to cry again.

"It's OK. Let's forget about it," said Bryan, with what looked to 
Jon to be a rather forced smile.

Jack gave Bryan's shoulder a squeeze. "Can I trust the two of you to 
get along while I go get my own shower?"

"Yeah, we'll be good," Bryan replied, this time his smile appearing 
more genuine.

"Good. Come on, Toby. You're coming with me."

"But I don't want to get up yet," the younger boy complained.

"Too bad. Either you come willingly or I'm going drag you to the 
bathroom."

"It's not fair." Toby got up, scowling. Not bothering with a towel, 
he let Jack lead him out.

Jon kept his back to Bryan while he dressed, and then he sat down on 
the bed next to the boy. "You're not mad at me?"

"Maybe a bit, but I'll forgive you."

"Thanks. I didn't mean to get you mad; I was just having fun."

"I know." Bryan looked down at his hands, which were clenched in his 
lap. "But I'm not as easy with that sort of thing as you guys. This 
walking round with nothing on and touching and stuff; I'm not used 
to it."

"I guess I didn't think," said Jon. "But we're still friends, aren't 
we?"

"Yeah."

Things were a little awkward for a while, but by the time breakfast 
was over, it was as if the falling out had never happened.

Bryan's dad arrived to collect him not long after breakfast, and the 
boy departed, promising to ring Jon later.

Jon waved them off, feeling relief at how things had turned out, and 
promising himself that he would try to take things easier in future 
and not push so hard. He gave a sigh. How many times had he already 
made that same promise? He turned and went inside.





"Yuck! What's that smell?" As Bryan entered the front door of the 
house, the sharp tang of disinfectant assaulted his nostrils. 
Disinfectant, with an underlying odour of something else. Sick? "Has 
somebody thrown up?"

Richard Wallace followed his son into the hallway. "Robert had a 
small accident while we were away," he explained. "I'll leave the 
front door open for a while. It'll soon clear."

"What sort of accident? Hey, the carpet's wet here." The boy had 
noticed a damp patch at the foot of the stairs. "He threw up here on 
the carpet? Is he OK?"

"He's fine," the man replied. Then he gave a slight smile. "Or at 
least he will be in a little while."

"He's been drinking again, hasn't he?" Bryan had noticed that his 
older brother had been drinking more and more recently.

"Let's just say he did something that he shouldn't have done, but he 
probably regrets it now, and we'll leave it at that."

Bryan started to ask why Robert was drinking so much, but his dad 
held up his hand indicating that the subject was closed to further 
discussion. Instead, the boy decided to take his bag upstairs to his 
room.

The door to Robert's room was firmly closed, and Bryan moved quickly 
passed it. Whilst he was curious as to what had happened with his 
brother, he had no desire for a confrontation with him, and these 
days almost any meeting between the two of them turned into a 
confrontation. Bryan envied Jon so much, having brothers like Jack 
and Toby; especially Jack, who appeared to be the almost perfect 
older brother. He envied Jon the closeness that he enjoyed with his 
brothers. Maybe this was a result of them all sharing the same 
bedroom. Bryan and Robert had always had their own rooms, so maybe 
that was why they fought so much. Also, there was the big age 
difference between them. At seventeen, Robert was a full four years 
older then Bryan, and had always been off doing his own things and 
had had little time for a much younger brother. Bryan knew that the 
gulf between them was probably a combination of these things and 
other factors as well, but whatever the reasons they were so far 
apart, the young teen wished that they could be closer.

Bryan entered his own room and dropped his bag down onto the floor. 
He knew he ought to empty it out and take his dirty clothing 
downstairs ready for the wash, before his mother decided to remind 
him, but there was something else he wanted to take care of first. 
His stomach clenched at the thought, but it was something that had 
to be done. Before he'd gone to stay at Jon's, he'd made himself a 
promise that as soon as he got back he'd show the naked picture of 
himself to his dad, and maybe to his mum as well, though he wasn't 
quite sure about this latter part. The chances were that it was 
going to be appearing on the website anyway by the end of the week, 
and he wanted to get in before that happened. Just the thought of 
showing his parents the picture had set his heart thumping, but he'd 
made his mind up and he was determined to go through with it. 

He dropped to his knees beside his bed and slid his hand underneath 
his mattress, reaching for the large brown envelope that contained 
all of his secret prints, as well as the CD of pictures of himself 
and Jon from his first experiment at posing naked.

Where was the stupid envelope? He moved further up the bed, feeling 
for the package. Nothing! 

Icy fear stabbed through Bryan's guts. It had to be here. 
Frantically he reached around. In growing panic he jumped to his 
feet and taking hold of the mattress, he heaved it away from the 
base, throwing it aside. Nothing! The envelope that contained 
pictures of him posing completely naked was gone. Someone had taken 
it. 

For a moment he stood frozen to the spot. His legs felt weak and he 
was breathing so fast that he was starting to get dizzy. Who could 
have taken it? It had to be his dad. His dad was the only person who 
knew where it had been hidden. But his dad had no right. It was a 
private thing, and even his parents had no right to touch it. It was 
for him to decide if and when they saw the pictures; they had no 
right to poking around in his bedroom when he wasn't around. In 
sudden fury, he headed for the stairs.





"Sounds like Bryan had a good time." Richard Wallace picked up his 
cup of coffee from the kitchen table and took a sip. It was scalding 
hot, and he grimaced and quickly put the cup down again.

"Good. I'm glad he's getting on with Jon," Richard's wife, Anne 
replied. "They seem like a nice family, and Sonia was telling me 
that Jon has a bit of a problem making friends, which is a shame."

"He does seem a bit shy. His older brother, Jack, is much more 
outgoing. Bryan says Jack has started modelling. Apparently his main 
reason for doing it was to buy a computer so that Jon wouldn't have 
to use the one in his sister's room."

"That was sweet," Anne smiled.

"It was. You think we can send Robert to him for lessons on being 
nice?"

Anne sighed. "If only. What are we going to do about Robert? His 
behaviour is getting steadily worse. He sulks almost all the time, 
and this drinking is getting out of hand. I'm worried about him, 
Richard."

"Yes, I know. I think it's gone a bit beyond the rebellious teen 
stage. I'll try talking to him again and see if I can get anywhere."

"The best of luck." Anne shook her head, sadly. "It's as though he 
has no interest in anything. He doesn't even seem to have many 
friends anymore except for this mysterious girlfriend."

"I know. And he won't say anything at all about her; that's 
something else I'm worried about. Perhaps she's one of the reasons 
he's behaving like he is. If so, she's no good for him."

"I'd like to meet her."

"Me too. I'll speak to him later this morning. Though I expect he's 
going to be feeling rough today; he was completely out of it last 
night." Richard gave a wry smile. He and Anne had returned home late 
last night to find a pool of sick in the hallway and Robert semi-
conscious on the stairs, stinking of drink. While Anne had cleaned 
up the mess, Richard had dragged Robert up the stairs, undressed him 
and put him to bed.

"Make sure he understands that that sort of behaviour is not 
acceptable," Anne frowned. "If it happens again, he'll be spending 
the night in the shed."

"You're a hard woman, Anne Wallace," Richard grinned.

"Not hard, just practical. Do you want to be the one who cleans up 
the sick next time?"

"Good point," Richard agreed. He turned as he heard a noise behind 
him. Bryan stood in the kitchen doorway. The boy's face was pale and 
he stood stiffly, his arms at his sides and his fists clenched. 
"Bryan? What's the matter?" Richard was immediately on his feet.

"Have you been in my bedroom?" Bryan demanded. His breathing was 
rapid and uneven, and Richard put his hand on the boy's arm, but 
Bryan shook him off. "Have you?"

"No, I don't think so. Not in the past few days anyway. Why what's 
happened?"

"They're gone; my pictures and the CD and everything. They were in 
an envelope under my mattress. Now they're gone. Someone's taken 
them." Bryan looked accusingly at his father.

"Are you sure?" Richard asked.

"Of course I'm sure," Bryan glared. "You know where I keep them; 
under the mattress. I showed you."

"I haven't touched them, Bryan," Richard assured the boy. He glanced 
towards his wife, but Anne shook her head.

"If you didn't take them, then who did?" the boy demanded.

It didn't take a genius to work that one out. A look of 
comprehension appeared on Bryan's face at the same moment as a soft 
"Oh no," came from Anne.

"Robert!" Bryan snarled, his face twisted in anger. He would have 
run for the stairs if Richard hadn't grabbed his arm and pulled him 
back.

"Oh no you don't." Richard dragged the struggling boy over to the 
table and forced him down into a chair. "I'll handle it. You can 
stay there."

There were tears in Bryan's eyes. "He'd no right to go into my 
room," he muttered. "I bet he's taken the pictures to show them to 
all his friends so that they can have a good laugh."

"I wouldn't have thought so," said Richard, trying to calm the 
situation down.

"So why else would he have taken them?"

"I don't know," the man sighed. "Who knows why Robert does anything 
these days. Don't worry, I'll sort it out. He won't be showing them 
to anyone."

"What if he already has? What if he's given them to one of his 
friends and they turn up at school and everyone sees me naked?"

Richard frowned. He didn't recall seeing any actual prints that 
showed Bryan naked. "Are there some pictures there that I haven't 
seen?"

Bryan nodded. His immediate anger seemed to have eased somewhat, but 
he was still extremely upset. "There are some from my last session. 
One of me on my own and a couple of me with Danny; I'm... I'm naked in 
all of them. I was going to show them to you this morning. That's 
when I noticed they were missing."

"Alright. I'll go and have a word with Robert and see what he's got 
to say for himself. Try to calm down; it won't be anything like as 
bad you think." Richard gave the boy a quick hug, exchanged a 
worried look with Anne, and then went to confront his eldest son.

The man paused for a moment at the door to Robert's room. He took a 
couple of deep breaths to calm himself. He was angry with Robert; 
sneaking into Bryan's room and taking the photographs was seriously 
out of order. However, going in with all guns blazing would achieve 
nothing except to start a row. He considered whether to knock, 
decided against it, and entered the room.

Robert lay in bed looking pale and sorry for himself. His untidy, 
sandy-coloured hair framed what would be a good looking face if only 
he would lose his constant frown and smile occasionally. He lay with 
the bedclothes pulled halfway up his bare chest, pretty much as 
Richard had left him the previous night when the man had stripped 
the teen to his shorts and put him to bed. Richard crossed to the 
window and opened the curtains, flooding the room with light.

"Urgh!" Robert stirred and raised his head. "What..?"

"How are you feeling?" asked Richard, sitting on the edge of the 
bed.

"Like shit!" Robert scowled.

"That's hardly surprising." Richard gave a cool smile. "You were in 
a right state last night."

"Last night?"

"You don't remember throwing up in the hallway? You're going to have 
to apologise to your mother for that, since she was the one who had 
to clean it up. We found you on the stairs. I brought you up and put 
you to bed."

"I sort of remember," said Robert, speaking as though every word 
were an effort. Then he looked worried and lifted the bedclothes to 
look underneath.

Richard laughed. "Don't worry. I left your shorts on. Though your 
mother says that if we ever find you in that condition again, you'll 
be sleeping in the shed, and if that happens, I'll make sure that it 
will be without the shorts."

"Yeah, whatever."

There was a short silence while Richard studied the boy. "What's 
happening with you, Robert?" he asked. "Why are you acting like 
this?"

"Like what?"

"Moody all the time. Drinking heavily. Both your mum and I are 
worried about you."

"Yeah, sure." Robert looked disinterested and turned his head away.

"You see. That's exactly what I'm talking about," said Richard. 
"Your whole attitude has got to change. We're spending all our time 
worrying about you, and you're doing everything you can to make 
things worse. This latest stunt has plumbed new depths even for 
you."

"All I did was get a bit drunk," Robert protested, sulkily. "People 
get drunk all the time. Why is it such a big deal?"

"Drinking until you're sick is always a 'big deal'," said Richard. 
"But that wasn't what I was referring to. I was talking about the 
photographs that you took from Bryan's room."

A momentary look of shocked surprise appeared on Robert's face. His 
eyes flicked over to the bedside table, and then he groaned. "Oh 
shit!" His already pale face turned even paler.

Richard followed his son's gaze. He reached over and picked up a 
large brown envelope. It must have been there the previous night, 
but he hadn't noticed it as he'd concentrated on putting the teen to 
bed. He opened the envelope and pulled out the prints, suppressing a 
gasp as he looked at the one at the top of the small pile. It showed 
Bryan, completely naked, laid on his side on a sheepskin rug. It was 
a beautiful picture and Bryan looked absolutely stunning. Quickly, 
Richard pushed the prints back into the envelope and laid it aside, 
turning his attention back to the seventeen-year-old in the bed. 
"Well, that saves any arguing about you having taken them. Now what 
we need to establish is why you did it."

"What's it matter?" Robert continued, with his usual truculence, 
though there was now a nervousness in his eyes that hadn't been 
there before.

"It matters because Bryan is really upset. He thinks you took them 
to show to your friends so that they would laugh at him."

"I never intended to show them to anyone."

"So why did you take them? Surely you didn't do it just to upset 
Bryan. Or did you? You've seemed really jealous of him recently 
since he's started the modelling. Is that why you took them?"

"No!" Robert was shaking his head. "It wasn't anything like that. I 
meant to put them back. He wouldn't even have known they were gone. 
But after I got drunk I guess I forgot."

"I don't understand. Why did you take them, Robert?"

The boy glared at his father, then he shook his head almost sadly 
and looked down. "I just wanted to look at them."

This wasn't a reply that Richard had expected. "You've never shown 
much interest in his modelling before, except to make fun of it. Why 
the sudden interest now? I suppose I can understand you being 
curious, even though I can't condone you going behind Bryan's back. 
But if all you wanted was a quick look, why didn't you put them 
straight back where you found them; what are they doing here in your 
bedroom?" 

"Leave it alone, Dad. I don't want to talk about it."

"I won't leave it. Nothing about this makes sense. What's going on 
with you, Robert?"

For a long moment, the teen didn't reply, as he silently met his 
father's gaze. Then his expression hardened. "You really want to 
know?" A cold, almost mocking smile appeared on his face, and his 
eyes were suddenly brimming with tears. "I'm gay. I'm a puff. A 
homo. So there you go. Just one more reason for you to be 
disappointed in me."

Richard's entire world stopped. It felt like molten lead had settled 
in his stomach and he couldn't breathe. This couldn't be happening. 
He gazed at his son as if seeing him for the first time, as over 
twenty years of barely suppressed desires and emotions threatened to 
bubble up and overwhelm him. "You... You're gay?"

Robert gave a short, bitter laugh, a stark contrast to the tears 
that threatened to overflow from his eyes. "Yeah."

Richard drew in a deep, shuddering breath. How could he have not 
seen this? His own son was gay and he hadn't realised; he hadn't 
picked up on any of the signs. Had he really locked his own feelings 
away so deeply that he hadn't been able to recognise similar 
feelings in someone so close to him? Richard cursed himself. He had 
to get himself under control, for Robert's sake. "Why didn't you 
tell me before?"

"Oh yeah. Like I was going to do that."

Richard was unable to hold back a smile. It had been a stupid 
question. He himself would never have dreamed of telling his own 
father about his feelings towards other males. To this day, the only 
person he had ever told had been Anne. It had been shortly after 
Bryan was born. He'd had a few drinks one night and broken down and 
told her everything. She'd listened in silence and then without a 
word had gone up to bed. He'd spent the night downstairs on the 
couch, assuming his marriage was now over. The next morning, she'd 
woken him and asked him whether he loved her. He'd told her, 
truthfully, that he did. She'd said that in that case, nothing else 
mattered. They'd kissed and then she'd held him while he cried.

"You think it's funny?" Robert's tone was accusatory.

"No, I don't think it's funny. I was just smiling at my own 
stupidity." Richard looked straight into the boy's eyes, becoming 
serious. "Let's get one thing clear. You being gay changes nothing 
about the way I feel about you or the way your mother feels about 
you. We both love you. We always will."

Robert looked surprised and even slightly disappointed. "You don't 
mind? I tell you that I'm gay and you just say 'OK', and that's all 
there is to it?"

"Pretty much," said Richard. "What did you think was going to 
happen?"

"I don't know."

"We love you," Richard repeated. "It's that simple."

"So why don't you ever show it?" Robert looked hurt.

"What do you mean? We're always there for you."

"Yes, but you always treat me differently to Bryan. He gets hugs and 
kisses and stuff from both you and Mum. I get nothing."

"I suppose we thought that now you're getting older, you wouldn't 
want that sort of thing."

"But... sometimes I do." A tear spilled over from one of Robert's eyes 
and ran down his cheek. "Sometimes I really need someone to hug me 
and there's no one there."

Richards felt his own eyes filling with tears. He gave the boy a 
smile and, without thinking, he opened his arms as Robert leaned 
into him and began to cry.

The tears continued for some time, and Richard shed a few of his own 
as he gently stroked the back of the boy's head. Eventually, Robert 
got himself under control and pulled back looking embarrassed.

Richard smiled at the boy. "Do you feel a bit better for that?"

"Sort of."

"I'm sorry about the hugs and stuff. We'll try and make up for it."

"OK, but don't overdo it." Robert gave an embarrassed grin.

"You can't have it both ways," Richard laughed. "Either we do the 
soppy stuff, or we don't. I know which I prefer." He took Robert's 
head gently between his hands, and pulling the boy towards him, he 
kissed him on the forehead. "Don't ever forget that we love you," he 
said.

Robert pulled back. His face was red, but he had a sparkle of life 
in his eyes that Richard hadn't seen there for some time.

"Now, there're still some things to sort out," said Richard, with a 
sigh. "First off the drinking. That has to stop; to the extent where 
you make yourself ill, anyway."

"OK," Robert nodded. "I'll try."

"Good. Then there's your general attitude. I don't expect you to 
become an angel overnight, but I want you to make more of an effort 
to get along with everyone, especially Bryan. I think he misses 
having a big brother."

"You think so? I think Bryan hates me."

"He doesn't hate you. Though going into his bedroom and taking these 
pictures hasn't done your relationship much good. Which brings me to 
my final point; you need to take these back to Bryan and apologise. 
He's pretty upset at the moment. Imagine how you would feel in his 
shoes. Whether or not you tell him about you being gay is up to 
you."

"Yeah, OK." Robert looked less than enthusiastic.

"Oh, and one more thing," said Richard as he got up from the bed.

"What's that?"

"You're grounded for two weeks. We'll call that a combined 
punishment for getting drunk and throwing up on the carpet, and for 
going into Bryan's room and borrowing his photographs."

"OK." Robert actually managed a smile.





Bryan wondered what was taking so long. It seemed like ages since 
his dad had gone to confront Robert about the theft of the pictures. 
Why was it taking as long as this? All his dad had to do was to go 
in there and demand that Robert hand them over. Unless of course 
Robert no longer had them. Bryan felt suddenly sick at the thought 
that his brother might already have given the pictures to someone 
else. He cursed himself for being stupid enough to ever allow 
himself to be photographed naked, and he swore that he would never 
do anything like that again. Worriedly, he paced up and down his 
bedroom, trying to decide whether he should go to Robert's room 
himself and find out what was happening. He'd already tidied up his 
own room, replacing the mattress back onto its base and 
straightening up the bedclothes. This had occupied him for a few 
minutes, but now he had nothing else to do except wait, and the 
waiting seemed to be going on forever.

There was a soft tap on his bedroom door. The door opened and his 
dad came in smiling.

"Did you get the pictures?" Bryan immediately demanded, noticing 
that his father was empty handed.

"Don't worry, it's sorted out," the man replied. "Robert has 
something he would like to say to you."

Robert entered. The older boy was wearing only a pair of shorts. He 
looked pale, even sickly, and his eyes were red-rimmed as if he'd 
been crying. Bryan took a certain amount of satisfaction in that; 
his dad must have really gone to town if he had actually made Robert 
cry.

"I'll leave you to it," The man gave Robert's shoulder a supportive 
squeeze and then went out.

Bryan didn't speak. He just stood and scowled at his brother.

"I've brought you these back," said Robert, holding out the familiar 
brown envelope. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have taken them."

"No you shouldn't have," Bryan snapped, coldly. He reached for the 
envelope, snatched it from his brother's grasp and then stepped 
back, wanting to keep a good distance between the two of them. "What 
gave you the right to come into my room at all?"

"I don't know." Robert shook his head miserably. "I'd heard Mum and 
Dad talking about the pictures and I guess I was curious. So while I 
had the house to myself, I came in to look for them."

"You searched my room?" Bryan asked, incredulously.

"Not really. They were in the first place I looked," said Robert 
with a sort of half smile. "You should hide your stuff a bit 
better."

"What would be the point if you're going to come in whenever you 
like to hunt for it?"

"I won't do it again."

"Too right you won't."

There was a silence as Bryan continued to glare angrily and Robert 
shuffled uncomfortably from one foot to the other.

"I never intended to keep them," said Robert, as though trying to 
excuse his actions. "I was just going to look at them and then put 
them back. I sort of forgot."

"You'd no right even to look at them. They're private."

"I know. Look, for what it's worth, I know I've given you a hard 
time over this modelling stuff, but I think you look amazing in the 
pictures; you look as good as anyone I've ever seen."

"Oh, so you're an expert at modelling now are you?" Bryan snarled. 
He was embarrassed at the compliment and this embarrassment went to 
further fuel his anger.

"No, I was just telling you that I thought you looked good. I know 
I've messed up, and I know I've been horrible to you recently. But 
I've come in here to tell you that I'm sorry. I'm sorry for coming 
into your room and taking the pictures and I'm sorry for everything 
else."

"And I'm supposed to just forgive you?"

Robert sighed. "I don't know. I guess not. But all I can do is say 
I'm sorry and promise that I'll try to change and to not be such a 
complete wanker."

Bryan blinked in surprise at the description that Robert had used 
for himself. Was that genuine remorse in his brother's eyes? Bryan 
felt himself beginning to cool down a little. "At least you admit 
that you've been a wanker."

"Yeah. I don't know why. I've had all sorts of stuff going on in my 
head; stuff that I couldn't talk to anyone about. But today I 
finally told Dad about it, and now it's not such a big problem 
anymore."

"What sort of stuff? What did you tell Dad?" Bryan asked, curious.

Robert studied his brother for a moment as if trying to reach a 
decision. "I guess I may as well tell you. Dad's going to tell Mum, 
so it's only fair that you know as well." He paused a moment. "I'm 
gay."

Bryan grinned disbelievingly, his anger put on hold as he considered 
this unlikely announcement. "This is joke, right?"

Robert was slowly shaking his head. "It's no joke. It's true. I'm 
gay."

"But you can't be."

"I am."

"But... you've got a girlfriend. What about her?"

Robert laughed. "There's no girlfriend. There never has been. I made 
her up so that you'd all think I was... well... normal."

"Oh." Bryan stood dumbfounded. What was he supposed to say? He had a 
brother who liked boys and not girls. A sudden thought struck him. 
"Does anyone else know?"

"Only you, Dad, and Mum when Dad tells her."

"You're not going to tell anyone else are you?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"It's just that... I don't think it would be a good idea." Bryan was 
thinking about the teasing he would get from his own friends if they 
found out that his brother was a queer.

"I expect people will find out eventually."

Bryan groaned and sat down on his bed. "Shit!"

"It's not something I chose; it's just the way I am." Robert sounded 
a little irritated by his younger brother's reaction.

Bryan was still holding the envelope in his hand. As he looked at 
it, he suddenly had another thought. This one was almost too awful 
to even contemplate. "Why did you take my pictures?" he asked, his 
voice soft but icy.

"I told you. I wanted to look at them."

"Yeah, but you took them into your room." Bryan was on his feet 
again, glaring at the older boy.

"So? I looked at them in there."

There was only one possible reason that Bryan could see for Robert 
taking the pictures into his bedroom. "You jerked off while looking 
at them, didn't you? You played with yourself while looking at 
pictures of me naked." The idea made him feel sick.

Robert looked momentarily ashamed, but then his expression darkened. 
"So what if I did? What do you think all those other pervs will be 
doing when they see your pictures? I'm no different from them. 
Alright, I'm a fucking perv; I admit it."

"That's sick," Bryan sneered.

"Yeah? Well screw you."

"In your fucking dreams, sicko." Bryan glared at his brother. "Get 
out of my room," he said from between clenched teeth. "Get out and 
don't ever come in here again."

Robert glared back for a moment, and then with disdainful shake of 
his head, he turned and left.

Bryan stared at the door for a moment and then angrily flung the 
envelope at the wall. "Fuck you, Robert," he shouted. He threw 
himself down onto his bed, wishing that he'd never heard of Boys On 
View, wishing that he'd never done any modelling, and most all, 
wishing that he didn't have an older brother.


*****

The story continues in Chapter 13: Shadows of the Past, Glimpses of 
the Future. Coming soon. 
 
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