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Subject: Growing Up Kyle Chapter 44 (Gay/Incest) DONATION: Nifty is a not-for-profit organization that heavily relies on our donations to keep the site free and accessible. Your donations pay for web hosting fees and other day-to-day activities for the wonderful staff of editors/publishers. You can donate on the website at fty/ Every little bit counts. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction, and contains explicit, sexual content involving adults over the age of 21 and minors under the age of 13, and scenes of incest involving step-parents/step-children. If viewing this material is illegal where you live, OR you’re a minor under the age of 18, please stop reading his. If you’re not sure about this legatilty, please stop reading until you have looked into your own, local laws. Any likeness or similarity between persons, places, products or concepts are purely coincidental. If you would like to leave any positive feedback, please let me know. Thank you. Chapter 44 An early winter storm rolled in overnight. The ground was covered in two inches of snow and there was no sign of it letting up. Schools were closed, but the courts were not. It was the first day of Dan’s trial, and the D.A. insisted Rick be there. Rick had talked his boss into letting him work from home, but he had an important meeting to attend later that day. Terry had the day off due to the icy roads, so he offered to watch the boys, who were already geared up for the day. Rick got to the courthouse early. Despite all the closures, the courthouse was still packed with people. “Rick!” Rick looked around and saw Will walking his way. Will usually wore nice clothes, but he looked very sharp in his light gray suit. “I’m glad you could make it,” Will said, shaking Rick’s hand. “Is that the best you got?” Will asked, giving Rick a disapproving once over. “I didn’t know I needed to wear a suit,” Rick mumbled indignantly. “Do you own a suit?” Will’s tone didn’t bother hiding his doubts, which were confirmed with Rick’s non-committal mutterings. “Appearance is everything, especially if there’s a jury. Judges like a good impression and effort, but juries read into everything. Jurors like to over think their own importance and see everything symbolically. How you dress tells a story to the jury, whether or not it’s true. If you look poor, they’ll think the worst of you. If you look rich, they’ll think the best of you. It’s theatrics, but they’re the audience, so you have to play to them.” It didn’t really make sense, but Will did make some valid points. “I’ll see about finding a suit for the next hearing,” Rick said, as they walked into the courtroom. Will lead the way to the front row right behind ADA Marshall. She turned her chair and gave Rick the same disapproving look Will had but kept her tone pleasant. “I’m glad you could come, Rick. I really appreciate it. Your presence will show the jury that the family will not let this matter go.” Ms. Marshall looked at Will and said, “I don’t see a reason for bringing a lawyer with you.” “Oh, I’m not his lawyer,” Will said, extending his hand. “I’m William Parker. I’m Kyle’s other father.” ADA Marshall didn’t take Will’s hand; instead, she grabbed a notepad and thumbed through it. “You’re Kyle’s birth father? The man who molested him?” “Allegedly,” Will said, his pleasant tone never faltered. “I was framed.” “Aren’t you all?” “I assure you, I was, and once my conviction is overturned, I’ll be happy to send you the order.” “Please do,” Ms. Marshall said, not bothering to hide istanbul travesti her sarcasm. To Rick she said, “May I have a word with you in private?” “Anything you have to say can be said in front of Will,” Rick asserted. “I’ve seen his evidence, and I know for a fact he’s innocent.” “Very well,” She said, as turned towards the bench. A tension increased as Dan Clark was escorted into the courtroom. He was wearing a nice, three-piece suit, dark blue, and highly polished shoes. Rick finally understood what Will meant. Dan looked like a person of authority and conviction. If Rick hadn’t known Dan’s true nature, he would’ve assumed the man was innocent. The deputy removed Dan’s shackles. Dan sat at the defendant’s table with another man, and they engaged in a private conversation. Dan stole a glance Rick’s way and gave the slightest of grins. Rick took the bait and got furious instantly. Will grabbed Rick’s hand and whispered, “Don’t even think about it.” Shaken by the physical interaction, Rick looked at Will, who’s eyes matched Rick’s rage but face conveyed a sense of calm. It was unsettling and forced Rick to look forward. After the judge and jury entered and took their seats, each lawyer gave their opening statements. ADA Marshall discussed the charges and what evidence they had to prove their case. She avoided victims’ names but she did mention their genders and ages. She mentioned the videos and how Dan had recorded dozens of videos detailing his crimes. Lastly, she brought up how Dan was caught trying to rape Kyle. She asserted that she had everything she needed to prove guilt beyond a reasonable doubt. Dan’s lawyer did his best to humanize the monster beside him. He mentioned how Dan was a pillar of the community, all the charity work he had done with homeless shelters, church youth groups, and the elderly. He didn’t deny the existence of the videos, but insisted that Dan was the target of homophobia. Dan was a single, gay man and being vilified for it. He then claimed that Kyle and Ry set Dan up, said that Kyle was blackmailing him and that Ry assaulted Dan when the older man refused to pay. The proverbial cherry was Rhonda’s attack, which was made out to be a conspiracy against Dan. Rhonda, not having received the money the boys were trying to extort, attacked Dan as he was trying to mail a letter to his dying mother. Will took Rick out a back door and into a nearby alley. Rick screamed and punched a wall till it hurt too much to keep going. “I think you should get that looked at,” Will said, keeping his distance. “I’m fine,” Rick barked, cradling his broken hand. “I have to disagree,” Will said. “You’re in no state to drive, so I’ll take you. My car is parked around the corner and the nearest hospital is about a mile away.” “I said I don’t want to go.” “Look, I get that it’s hard hearing that fucking bullshit. The DA should’ve given you some kind of warning at least. But, we now know what we’re up against, so Kyle and Ry can be prepared when they testify.” “The lies he told–” “That’s what lawyers get paid to do.” “How can you be so fucking calm?” “One of us has to be,” Will conceded. “Come on before your hand has to be re-broken.” Will stayed for dinner, so he could help Kyle and Ry with their testimonies. ADA Marshall planned to call the boys the following week, but Will insisted they start practicing. While the older boys worked with Will, Rick took the opportunity to spend time with Charlie. Rick let his youngest put in a fighting game. He didn’t win kadıköy travesti a single fight during the hour they played. Charlie, like his mother, was overly competitive. Rick decided that if he couldn’t beat Charlie, he’d get under his skin. Every time Charlie won, Rick passively declared that he let Charlie win, which only sent the redheaded, 6-year-old into a rage, demanding that Rick actually play for real. “He’s messing with you, dummy!” Kyle yelled from the kitchen. “Kyle!” his fathers admonished. “Sorry, Dads,” he said, with a smile. Kyle loved having two dads, and it was even better that they were finally getting along. “When are you moving in?” Ry asked Will. “He’s not,” Rick said, as he went into the kitchen to grab a bag of chips. Will laughed and said, “I don’t think Rick and I aren’t ready for that phase of our relationship.” “We don’t have a relationship,” Rick said, heading back into the living room. “It’s not like you have to put a ring on it,” Kyle said to Rick. “Wasn’t planning on it!” “Always the bride’s maid and never the bride,” Will said, shaking his head; the boys laughed. Will’s coaching came to an end when Charlie yelled, “OH COME ON! I BEAT YOU FAIR AND YOU KNOW IT!” “My hand’s broken, so it wasn’t fair, was it!” Charlie threw down the controller, and a few pieces broke off. Kyle got mad and started to yell at Charlie, who stormed off to his room, slamming the door behind him. “Is it always like this?” Will asked Ry. “No,” Ry said, “Sometimes they yell at each other.” Rick promised to buy Kyle a new controller when the roads cleared up. Will said he’d take it to work with him and fix it himself. Rick tried talking Will out of it, but Will said, “I have two masters degrees in computer engineering and software design. I think I can fix a simple controller.” Will took the controller, grabbed the rest of his things and went to leave. He looked out and saw his car was buried under six inches of freshly fallen snow, and there was no sign of it letting up. “Looks like you’ll have to move in, after all,” Ry said, chuckling. “Dad,” Kyle called out to Rick. “Can Dad stay the night?” Despite Rick’s groaning, he knew there was no other option. He didn’t feel safe, even with his own truck, with driving Will across town. “Where’s he gonna sleep?” Charlie asked, having calmed down. “Don’t even say it,” Rick chided the older two boys, already guessing their cheeky suggestion. “I don’t mind sleeping on the couch. I’ve slept on worse,” Will said. “In prison?” Charlie asked. “Actually, in college.” Will sat on the couch and began taking off his shoes and socks, as he continued, “Your mother and I lived in a one-bedroom apartment, and we had a used hide-away. The steel bar hit right in the middle of the back. We didn’t get an actual bed until she was pregnant with your brother, and my mother finally took pity on us. Not even the prison beds were that awful.” Will looked up and said, “Oh, Charlie, I’m so sorry.” He saw the little boy tearing up. “I didn’t even think about it. You must miss your mother terribly. Can you forgive me?” Charlie nodded but his tears only fell harder. Will didn’t know what else to do, so he asked Charlie if he wanted a hug. Charlie accepted and Will gave him a big hug. Rick walked into the living room, carrying a blanket and pillow. He caught himself before over reacting to seeing his youngest in Will’s arms. Charlie insisted that his grandfather hadn’t molested him, but that fear clung to Rick. It cropped up in that bakırköy travesti moment, seeing his son in the arms of a convicted sex offender. Rick saw the video and knew of Will’s innocence regarding Kyle, but it didn’t stop his fears. He cleared his throat, and the two broke apart. Will tried apologizing and explaining, but Rick told him it was fine, which was more to himself than for Will’s sake. “Thank you, Rick,” Will said, after Charlie went to bed. “I appreciate you letting me stay the night.” “I’m not going to kick my–our–son’s dad out in this weather,” Rick said, sitting next to Will. “You’re a good man.” “That’s what I’ve been told,” Rick said. The two sat in silence. All three boys had gone to bed, and neither adult was particularly tied. “Wanna drink?” Rick asked. “Thought you’d never ask,” Will replied with a slight chuckle. Rick poured them each a whiskey. Once settled, they went back to their awkward silence, slowly sipping their drinks. “I know you still don’t like me,” Will boldly stated. “And I’m not sure why, even after you’ve seen the video, but I don’t mean you or the boys any harm.” “I know you don’t,” Rick said, pouring them both another glass. “As far as not liking you goes, it isn’t that I don’t like you. I just don’t trust you.” “I see,” Will said, throwing back his drink. “I really don’t think you do,” Rick said. “I wasn’t told much about you, then I’m told all these allegations about you, and then I meet you. You come off as super nice, very friendly, impossibly reasonable, which is the opposite of what I was told you were. Then I find out what I was originally told was a lie, and the man I came to trust as a father figure actually abused the boy I’ve loved as a son for the passed decade. And somehow, after all of that, I’m trying to figure out how to move forward.” Rick drained his glass and poured a third round. “Even when you over turn your conviction regarding Kyle, you still have another conviction, and you don’t seem to be denying that one, which means you raped a kid.” “I didn’t rape anyone,” Will said. “I had an affair with a 15-year-old girl, whom I was led to believe was 17. She had a fake ID when we met. Age of Consent in Nebraska is 16, so I thought our encounter was legal. It wasn’t until the course of the investigation with Kyle that they discovered emails between Emily and I. They tracked her down, questioned her and charged me with having sex with an under age girl. After that, Emily’s friends made up stories, which got more charges. Those were the cases that I got overturned while in prison, which is why I got out as soon as I did. I haven’t fought the charges for Emily, because I was guilty of it. She may have lied, but I was still guilty. Emily even tried petitioning the court to get my conviction thrown out, but the court refused. “Yes, I’m a convicted sex offender. Yes, technically, I’m a convicted child molester. However, that doesn’t mean I’m anything like Rhonda’s father. Mistakes were made, and given the chance, I would’ve made different choices; however, we can’t change the past, we can only learn from it and move on.” Rick went to bed thinking of Will’s words. His hypocrisy weighed heavily on his chest as he laid awake contemplating his own actions. Will admitted to having sex with a minor, an act Rick condemned him for. All the while, Rick was having sex with his and Will’s 12-year-old son, who was 11 when it started. He felt justified in his passive-aggressive treatment of Will, at least in the beginning, but despite Will’s conviction, what Rick was doing would be considered worse by anyone’s standards. He concluded that he’d have to stop the way he was treating Will. If he couldn’t do it for himself, he at least had to do it for their son. ***Coming Soon, Chapter 45***

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