Potential TWs: father/son incest, manipulation, abuse, violence, calls to violence
Living the Nightmare
There was a certain new energy pouring out of Lucian. Even he himself couldn't quite point his finger at it. He was just... revitalized! He had even woken up earlier than usual. The time until Saturday had finally come around was not long at all. And honestly, he was downright excited! He could feel it would be... special. Like for once he had finally gotten invited to an exclusive bonding session between the father and son duo. Yet he didn't feel like a third wheel, really. A smirk formed on his lips again as he lazied around in the bed sheets a bit longer.
Daniel had been rather stoic ever since he had come back. He didn't really do much around the house except chores - preferring to stay holed up in his room. If Bruno had noticed, he certainly didn't let it show. Then again, his food was always obediently prepared, so maybe he didn't have a reason to complain.
A quiet mood had settled on the household. Even though they were supposed to leave soon, no one was really rushing. Daniel, as always the dutiful one, had packed everything for himself and his dad. Bruno had checked it out and added some of his own stuff to the luggage. Lucian, meanwhile, was left to fend for himself. Typical, but he couldn't really complain. At least he didn't have his belongings inspected. Bruno's check-ups were rarely joyous.
But the mood had still been off. Every time he heard the two interact ever since they had reunited felt... frigid. Like Daniel was keeping his distance. But Bruno wasn't getting the memo, honestly. He kept talking in such a hyped-up, excited voice. Was he really that dense or was he just pretending not to notice?
"You ready to go? Danny's already in the car." Bruno said as he opened Lucian's door.
This took Lucian out of his thoughts, but thankfully, he was fully prepared. Hauling his bag in one hand and putting his backpack on, he set out to the garage wordlessly, just nodding. He was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.
"Nuh-uh, not so fast." Bruno said.
A meaty paw invaded his shorts as it rummaged around, picking out his phone.
"Hey, wha-" Lucian said surprised.
"What what? We're going on a camping trip, you don't need your phone there. If anything, I will take mine so we can be sure we're not completely stranded, yeah? Now come on, get going. Danny left his phone behind too, if you're wondering." Bruno insisted.
The phone got thrown onto Lucian's bed, the door slamming shut. With light shoves, the brute ushered the blonde to the stairs. A roll of his eyes came through, but Lucian complied nonetheless. If Daniel was obeying, then he had no choice but to obey as well - he wasn't going to lose to him now.
Putting his stuff into the backside of the jeep, he looked it all over. Quite a lot of bags for three people. Of course, Bruno and Daniel had matching sleeping bags. A surprise they didn't get a tent just for themselves too. He had to admit, he had been quite taken aback when he found out they'd all be sleeping under one tarp.
Turning to the car proper, he could see Daniel already in his 'rightful' place on the passenger's seat. He was staring out into the distance, face like a stone statue. Lucian would replace him on that seat one day. Maybe baby brother could sense that too - probably why he was all cold. Couldn't handle the heat of competition.
Bruno closed up the house and made for the trunk of the car as well. Checking over everything to see if it was properly closed and fastened. He nodded and shut the trunk firmly. He headed to the driver's seat and got into his proper place. Lucian quickly hopped into one of the backseats, not wanting to delay the trip - getting the brute irritated would not help anyone.
There were no comments from any of the passengers as the car set off from the garage door that closed behind them - just pure silence. How unusual. Were they always like this? Lucian didn't travel with them a lot - something he was both saddened over and thankful for - but on the few occasions he did, the two other Greenes were a lot more talkative. He decided to start the conversation, since no one else wanted to.
"So, why the sudden camping trip, Mr. Greene?" he asked, genuinely curious.
"Why not? I reckon you two college students don't know a lick of proper survival anymore. Well, Danny could, since he's just smart like that. But you? I don't know - you don't strike me as the type to have high self-preservation. Would probably walk right into a bear's maw." Bruno replied with a cheery voice.
Ah, so still the blatant favoritism. Of course things wouldn't just turn around that easily. But at least Lucian was being considered worthy of basic human respect, it seemed. And that was certainly a start - a start to a total dethronement.
"And why would we need that? When will I ever need to go and light a fire or forage for berries or some sh-... stuff." Lucian closely evaded profanity.
"You never know! Who can tell what the future holds? I certainly don't. And I'm very certain you don't know either." Bruno chuckled.
Oh, but Lucian did know. He could picture his position next to Bruno. Or the very clear possibility of him handing over Bruno to the authorities. There were many futures that he could see, none of them accessible to the behemoth's limited mind.
"Oh, I'm sure I have some inkling of what the future might hold." Lucian tried being cheeky.
A snort came from the passenger's seat. This caused Lucian to raise an eyebrow.
"What's so funny?" he asked pointedly.
"You are." Daniel replied dryly.
"Oh? I wasn't aware I was making jokes. Or what about this is funny?"
"The fact you think you know more than me or dad of what is to come, when you can't even see what's happening around you. That's pretty funny." Daniel continued, voice perfectly calm and even.
This was getting under Lucian's skin. He looked into the mirror closest to his annoying brother and saw that the brunette's eyebrows were knit together. He had a scowl on his face, directed firmly forward onto the road. Very different to how his actual voice sounded like. Funny. Since when did that shit stain get angry?
"Oh, I'm sure I at least know more than you do." Lucian said, fully on the offensive now.
"Doubt that. Usually the older siblings are wiser, but it seems our family is the exception to prove that rule." Daniel said, his voice unchanging.
"Now you'd just saying bulls-... stuff." Lucian bit his tongue again, despite how difficult it was.
"You know, you're not wrong for once. I was mistaken about one fact. That rule doesn't apply to us, because we aren't siblings anyway. Thanks for reminding me - it's truly a relief."
Oh, that was it. That little shit wanted to argue? Fine. An argument he'd get.
"Yeah? Well you-" Lucian started with a yell.
"I what?" Daniel interrupted him, turning around for the first time.
Lucian's throat tightened and his words escaped him. He tried to inhale, but he couldn't, going into a coughing fit as he lost his composure and slumped against his backrest a bit. He focused his eyes on Daniel again. Those green eyes, storming with an indescribable anger. The brown hair which seemed to almost spike out to the sides with each word spat out - like the debris after an explosion. A singular vein throbbing on his forehead - subtly, but intimidatingly. Even the coiled muscles around his neck - as if ready to fight at any time. He was the picture perfect image of Bruno. A younger, more controlled, but angrier Bruno.
After a while of staring at each other, Daniel turned around again, facing the road with a scowl even intenser than before. But not seeing his face directly emboldened the blonde. He caught his second wind, basically lunging forward from his seat with a shout.
"You don't even know-" Lucian started, but was once again interrupted.
Bruno's fist hit the car ceiling - hard and strong. The impact immediately caused the older brother to slump backwards, shaking involuntarily. That was one of the most intense punches he had heard in a while from the brute. Yet there was no follow-up. The digits simply eased away from the point of impact, going back to the steering wheel. A visible dent was left behind.
"I think we should leave the talking be for now." Bruno said gently.
His smile had not faded completely, but was a husk compared to the positive emotions it harbored before. Daniel, meanwhile, hadn't even flinched. Not even a single jolt. And for some reason, that scared Lucian more than anything he had seen that day.
The rest of the ride was pretty uneventful - a heavy silence had fallen upon the passengers. No one really had the mood - or in Lucian's case, gall - to speak up again. So they simply drove, watching from the windows. The asphalt changed into soil and a maintained environment became rustic. Trees framed the dirt path the jeep was roaming on, shaking from side to side at the uneven bumps.
As the car stopped, the view of their camping spot was clear. It was a nice little clearing in the middle of the trees. A plain meadow shaded in by its big deciduous protectors. Tranquil and peaceful. Something told Lucian that it was the direct opposite of what they would experience.
Not wasting a single second, Bruno hopped out of the vehicle and started unpacking. He first took the tent and carried it over to a nice big flat spot. Then he looked at Lucian still in the car.
"What are you waiting for? Chop-chop, we have stuff to do. Go grab the buckets and fill them up at the river not too far from here." he commanded, index finger pointing into the woods.
Then he turned to Daniel, who had already gotten out of the car and was moving to the clearing.
"Danny, you'll help me with the tent. The sooner we set it up, the better." he commanded again, but softer.
It would be annoying, but Lucian would survive. Yes, Daniel's nose was still deep in his dad's ass, but he had company now. All hell could freeze over, but Lucian would not stop. He would show his little brother just why he was a force to be reckoned with.
The stream was only a short distance from their site, as promised. There weren't any other people around, so Lucian assumed it was a private spot. Maybe reserved? Maybe just a random spot in the wilderness that Bruno picked out? He didn't know, his previous research didn't tell him and frankly - he didn't care. His campmates would be a bigger issue.
Picking out the metal pails out of one of the bags, he hauled them over to where the river supposedly was. The area was stunning: fresh air, a serene sense of calm and a beautiful palette of colors. Even walking was fun when it was in such a pretty place. Water flowing over rocks hit his eardrums as he approached his destination. Even the stream was breathtaking. Apparently, there was also a lake around here somewhere, even if a bit further away. Lucian had looked this forest up before coming here, just to get the lay of the land a bit. Could never hurt. He got into a squat near the river.
Soon, water was dripping from the three full buckets he had on himself. It was a pretty tough way back, his twig-like arms straining under the weight. Why hadn't Daniel gone? He was a lot stronger. Or Bruno himself? Oh please, why was he deluding himself, he knew the answer. Daddy dearest must have wanted his precious son with him. Probably to salivate over. Sicko. But hey, that would be a win. Daniel would get him all pent up and then good old Lucian would reap the rewards.
Getting closer to their location, Lucian already saw the big tent fully set-up. Even a few folding chairs were fully prepared around what seemed like a future fire pit. A portable table was right next to them, boasting snacks already. Only Daniel was in sight... great. Somehow Bruno was preferable compared to him. Crazy.
"Where do I put the water?" Lucian asked.
Daniel simply nodded to the table, sitting by the pit in the middle. He was fiddling around with some firewood and dry grass. A lighter was in the green next to him. Lucian got an idea and started taking his sweet time walking. Just as Daniel was finished with the preparations and was about to grab the lighter - Lucian pretended to stumble and made sure to flail one of the buckets around wildly. It sprayed water all around and hit the flammable material square in the center and general vicinity. The entire pit was wet.
"Oops. Sorry, I lost my balance for a second." he suppressed a smug grin.
But Daniel didn't say anything in response. He simply looked at the wet mush in front of him and stood up after a few seconds of silence. He took two long steps towards Lucian and grabbed him by the wrists. A crushing grip followed.
"OW, the fuck?" Lucian yelled out.
But it was too late. His hands opened up from the sensation, letting the buckets fall onto the ground. They all fell over sideways, spilling all their content onto the ground.
"Oops. Sorry, I lost my balance too." Daniel said coldly.
The older brother wasn't really sure what to say as he stood there. Daniel had simply sat down at the fire pit again and started salvaging and repairing it. Then, from behind, some cracking of twigs and crushed leaves. The blonde turned around. Great - Bruno was back.
"What is this? Why is the water on the ground and not in the buckets? And what's the problem with the fire?" he said, irritated.
Before Lucian had any chance to defend himself, the youngest Greene chimed in.
"Lucian let his buckets fall and they hit the fire. So I have to start over." he said matter-of-factly.
"What? No, that's not true. I simply tripped and sprayed some water on the fire, and then Daniel came and made me drop them." Lucian defended himself.
"Is that true, Danny?" Bruno looked at Daniel.
"He's lying." Daniel said, frigidly.
Lucian could only see as Bruno tightened his hands into two trembling fists. His brows furrowed, meeting in the middle and obscuring a good portion of his eyes. The brute turned to Lucian.
"Listen well. It seems you're trying to implicate my Danny of something right now. Be very careful when you answer this, okay? For your own good. Did you or did you not let the buckets fall? And did you or did you not spray water on Danny's fire?" he said very slowly and very loudly, putting emphasis on almost every word.
The young man started panicking. He was in the right! He hadn't let the buckets fall. He had only pranked Daniel a bit, that's all. But he couldn't just say that. He was cornered. One look over at Daniel revealed a chilling sight. He was staring straight at his brother - as if in a silent challenge. His eyes were inviting Lucian to call him out on his statement. To try and see just whose words would have bigger weight. And Lucian knew... he knew he would still lose this battle.
"I'm sorry, I just panicked. I didn't want to get punished for dropping the water buckets, so I lied. I'll go refill them." Lucian mumbled an apology and started picking up the containers.
Bruno simply sighed and ran a hand over his face.
"Can't even do one thing right." he whispered to himself.
Lucian's cheeks burned. From shame and humiliation - but also anger and the thirst for revenge. Fucking Daniel. That brat was getting cocky all of a sudden - just what had Peter told him?
As he walked back to the river, he could feel a pair of eyes on his back, watching his every move. Yet he couldn't decipher whether it was the brute's or the henchman's.
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The combative mood had not died down at all until the evening. No matter what Lucian did, Daniel always paid back - with interest. The blonde was absolutely perplexed. Never before had he seen his brother so vengeful. And such a backbone too. Where was all of that coming from? Had he simply hidden it all those years? No, surely not. Not Daniel the little doormat.
But if it were only reactive aggression, Lucian could deal with it. He'd simply stop attacking. But Daniel was actively hogging all of Bruno's time. Whenever Lucian asked something or started talking to the brute, the young man would swoop in and distract him. Quite successfully, too. Of course - this was Bruno, after all. The old man looked overjoyed to have Daniel talk to him all the time, with that fake smile of his. How was Lucian supposed to get closer to his target this way? Fucking Daniel.
It was that way all day long. Not a single break. Not during lunch, not during their hike and definitely not during their downtime. The two brunettes even went pissing together. How on Earth was someone supposed to infiltrate that?
And now? They were all sitting around the fire, cooking their dinner - shish kebab. A various assortment of vegetables and meats on each of their skewers. Surprisingly enough, they even let Lucian use some of their food - even if only the beaten-up and small items. A proper meal in a long time for him, though. He devoured the nutrients with a primal hunger, various juices dripping all over his chin. Sitting opposite to this voracity were Bruno and Daniel - their chairs impossibly close.
They whispered to each other and giggled around. For the first time in the past days Lucian had actually seen his brother smile properly. Oh yes, despite eating like a caveman, the blonde stayed observant to his surroundings. He saw the men's nudges and pokes, heard their short little comments. They were being disgustingly sweet to one another. And worst of it all? Probably completely fake. Lucian couldn't puzzle it out, but Bruno had to have some motive behind all of this. He just had to.
This continued on until the moon was quite high on the sky. Bruno started speaking.
"Well, I think that was a beautiful day! Hopefully tomorrow can be just as good before we get home." he clapped his hands.
"I'll handle the fire." Daniel said, already kneeling down to properly extinguish the few small flames remaining.
"Perfect. Then I'll go check the tent and the car if everything's ready." Bruno said.
An unspoken command was issued to Lucian. Since he was the only one without a task, he was expected to do what was left. Which probably meant cleaning and packing away the skewers. He could do that - easy enough.
The three men did what they had to and were finished fairly quickly. Then it was time to wash themselves and get in those sleeping bags. Bruno let Daniel got first, to which the youngest frowned slightly, but obliged.
As he was away brushing his teeth and washing himself with a sponge, Lucian finally had a moment alone with Bruno.
"So, nice night we're having, huh, Mr. Greene?" Lucian started.
"Huh? Oh. Yeah. It's been a very fun day." Bruno smiled.
It was hard to see in the dim light, but the corners of his lips were quirked far up. He stood in front of the tent, so Lucian, naturally, had taken his place next to him.
"You know... I think I could make the day even better..." Lucian dropped his voice to a whisper.
With one hand, he reached to Bruno's crotch, but was swatted away with light slaps.
"Are you crazy? Right here? Right now? When Danny could come back at any moment?" Bruno whisper-yelled.
"Why not? I'll be quick about it, you'll see. Plus, you can't keep this from him forever, can you?" Lucian pushed, using the fact that Bruno was oblivious to Daniel's awareness.
"What are you trying to say here? That I'm supposed to let him see you on my dick?"
"Well, why not? I think-"
"No. This discussion is over." Bruno nipped it in the bud.
"But-"
"Over."
Lucian wasn't satisfied... this wasn't how it was supposed to go. It was meant to be easier at this point. Bruno should have already been heads over heels for him. But no, patience. He had to be patient. He'd manage it eventually, this was just a stepping stone to that goal.
"Next." sounded Daniel's voice from the darkness.
He got closer to the duo, just as Bruno moved out to go wash himself up. Of course, Lucian would be last. Daniel simply shoved besides his brother and got into the tent, not even speaking a single word to the blonde. But maybe this wasn't all that bad for Lucian - maybe he could sneak his way over to Bruno now and get some action. Daniel would be fast asleep in the tent.
With that little scheme in his mind, he started prowling over to their washing spot, the small light there guiding him. But from behind - a noise came.
"Where are you going? Dad isn't done yet." Daniel said flatly.
"You know exactly where I'm going. I will give your daddy the action he so desperately needs. Something you still can't, remember? No matter what." Lucian shot back.
This was his one chance to be glib. But even the provocative remarks left no signs of their existence on the brunette's face. His features - illuminated by the weak light of a lantern - were neutral and still as cold as before.
"I know. Don't worry, I remember. It's hard not to notice you two, really. But are you really sure you want to go at it now?" Daniel raised an eyebrow.
"Huh? Why not?" Lucian asked, turning around fully.
"You know the reason, don't you? Or has Bruno not told you?" Daniel genuinely seemed concerned.
"Told me what? Get to the point, Daniel." bitterness filled the blonde's voice.
"I don't know, big bro. If dad wanted to, I'm sure he would have told you by now. But hey, you can go and find out now if you want to. I'll just say 'I told you so.' when you get back." Daniel shrugged as he turned around to get back in the tent.
"What are you on about?" Lucian was morbidly curious now.
What could Daniel have possibly known that Lucian didn't? Especially when it came to sex - or rather, when Bruno didn't want sex... Were showers somehow off-limits to him? Or was it the wilderness? Maybe the outdoors overall? What the fuck did Daniel mean? Yet the brunette was already on his way to close himself in the tent.
"Wait up! What do you mean, Daniel?" Lucian spat out.
Daniel simply turned around and raised an eyebrow. What was with him? Was he making fun of him? Then, a hand landed on Lucian's shoulder.
"You can go next. Don't forget to pack up the light and put away the bucket." Bruno said, wet palm staining Lucian's clothes.
Daniel simply smiled at the brute as he opened the tent up properly again.
"Hi. I was waiting for you." he said quietly.
"Aww, thanks. Always nice to have you be so considerate of your old man." Bruno said as he crawled in.
Daniel gave Lucian one final, icy glare as he closed the tent up again. That little fucker... he had played him, didn't he? There was no secret or rule. No information. He was just stalling for time. And successfully at that! Worst of all? Lucian fell for it hook, line and sinker. Oh, that disgusting little...
What was he even trying to do? Couldn't Daniel see that Lucian was ultimately doing this to knock Bruno down a peg? Or was he suddenly against his brother now that his beloved daddy was in danger? Sure, Lucian was also trying to sink Daniel with his most recent plans, but he couldn't have known that, right? Or maybe he was more perceptive than the blonde had given him credit for. Then again, his recent shots at Daniel weren't exactly subtle, so that wasn't a monumental task.
Yet while his sweet baby brother may have won the battle, the war was far from over. Lucian gave in and simply wandered off to wash himself. The smoke from the fire clung to his skin, as he padded at it with the sponge. Unlike a normal shower, this didn't feel nearly as refreshing or cleansing. Honestly, he would've gone without this if the other two hadn't insisted. Neat freaks.
Finishing up quickly, he let the sponge drop into the bucket after emptying it fully. He then took both it and the lamp with him, putting them near the tent. He turned off the lantern outside and crawled into the tarp confines.
Snoring - loud, but not really obtrusive - sounded from the middle sleeping bag - Bruno's bag. To his right was Daniel's spot. Squinting his eyes a bit, Lucian tried to peer at his brother - he could only see vague shapes in the darkness, but the other brunette was probably asleep too. With careful steps, the blonde maneuvered himself into his own sleeping bag - to the left of Bruno - and nestled in properly. It was a lot cheaper and dirtier than the other two's, but it was his. And that is what mattered to him.
The day played back in his mind as he tried to sleep. Daniel's newfound aggression, Bruno's still-enigmatic behavior, all of Lucian's plans going awry. Fuck, it just couldn't have been that easy, huh? Things couldn't have gone his way for once in his life. It was... frustrating, to say the least. Like he was about to lose again. Doubts flooded his mind like they had many times before, asking him to reconsider, beckoning him to give up. But that was pussy mentality. And he wasn't a pussy. He was Lucian fucking Greene. He'd claim that surname as his own, beat the sick fuck who passed it onto him and every other bitch who crossed his way as well.
His face was hot. He got so agitated at his own train of thought, he caused his heart to race and fingers to tremble. From anger - it had to be anger. Lucian simply refused to acknowledge any other emotion.
Fuck, he couldn't sleep like this. He was way too warm and the big log snoring right next to him didn't help. But that was okay. He didn't need to sleep yet either way. It was way earlier than his usual sleeping time. Filling his mind with ideas and plans, he let his brain drift - to the future, to all the possibilities. Somehow, they all seemed just that much harder to reach. Then slowly, without him noticing, his eyelids closed and morning came.
He awoke to a shrill laughter from outside. It was a sudden rousing, one that made him straighten his back and sit up immediately. Looking to the side, he saw the two bags - empty. Neatly folded in their respective place, already cold. Fuck, just how long were they awake?
Not wanting to leave the two unattended any longer, he scrambled out of the tent. Daniel was currently knee-deep in some sort of story that Bruno was manically laughing at. They hadn't even looked at him, just continued their talk.
"Morning!" Lucian decided to announce himself.
Bruno simply made a swatting gesture with his hand and shushed. Then he gestured in a direction towards the woods.
"The washing bucket is over there. We left you some water." he said.
And that was it. The brute went back to intently listening to his son, even propping his head on one of his hands, resting his elbow on the backrest of the folding chair. Daniel, meanwhile, had still not acknowledged his brother's presence.
Pissed, but not wanting to escalate things, Lucian marched over to the washing bucket after grabbing his grooming package. He brushed his teeth there and washed his face, not wanting to waste any more time on self-care than he had to. He would be noticed. He would be seen.
Stomping his way back, he brought the bucket with him, empty again. It seemed that the two men were only relaxing at that point - the 'riveting' tale must've ended. Bruno finally angled his face at the blonde.
"Oh, good, you're back. You can go refill the buckets." he simply commanded.
No, not now. Lucian wanted to test something. He had always cowered in front of Bruno's orders, but Bruno had promised! Promised not to hurt him anymore! So what was the worst that could happen? He decided to tap into his true self and rebel.
"But I got the water yesterday! Daniel can go today. Plus, he's stronger than me! He'll get it done quicker." he protested.
Both of the brunettes looked at him, surprise apparent on their faces. Bruno wasn't having it at first, though.
"So? You already know the way. Plus, don't tell me you're not strong enough to haul a few buckets there and back." Bruno replied, brows furrowed.
"But he should see the river too! That's all the more reason to send him. I mean, we're going back in the evening, aren't we? The water's stunning! Would be a shame if he passed it up." Lucian bartered.
Bruno's hands tightened, his knuckles white. He was clearly not a fan of this attitude. But he was still keeping himself in check. That was something. As he went to open his mouth, Daniel interrupted the conversation.
"Fine. I'll do it." he said, standing up.
He roughly snatched the bucket from Lucian's grasp as well as picked up the other empty buckets and marched off to the river. It was hard to tell who looked more stunned - Lucian or Bruno. But that didn't matter. Why Daniel had decided to do that? Maybe he felt bad for being such a dickhead? Unimportant.
Almost immediately after Daniel was out of sight, Lucian sprinted over to Bruno. He straddled his hips and reached for his zipper. Hairy hands grabbed his wrists.
"What do you think you're doing?" Bruno spewed.
"I'm letting you unwind for a bit." Lucian said as he struggled, trying to get to the bulge in the brute's pants.
"Right here? Are you absolutely insane? What if Daniel sees us? Plus, you want me to fuck you after the little stunt you just pulled?"
"Well, Daniel is off to the river. We have some minutes. If you can be quick, we can both get off." Lucian chose to ignore the last question.
"There has to be a limit to your depravity." Bruno said unamused.
"My depravity? But we're both depraved here, aren't we? I bet sleeping next to Daniel must've made you really hot and bothered. How long has it been since you've slept in one room with your precious Danny? How easy it would've been to just walk over and enter-" Lucian yowled from pain.
While Bruno was slowly loosening his grip, the direction the last provocation was going in was clearly not something he liked. He made it apparent with the crushing force he applied for a second.
"Okay, okay, I won't go there. But you know I'm right, don't you?" Lucian said.
And with that, Bruno let go. Lucian's hands slid onto the pants beneath him, opening them up. One of them moved back into his own back pocket and fished out a wrapped condom. Bruno's dick strained against the underwear it was confined in, already fully hard. What a sicko.
With tactical seductiveness, he freed the strained instrument, letting it out on the air. Dexterously, he snapped the contraceptive over it, getting it ready. The wrapper landed on the grass as he positioned his entrance over the cock head.
But two bruising hands grabbed at his hips, pushing him down immediately. His breath hitched at the rough and painful intrusion. Without a single second to get his bearings, he was hoisted up into the air. Bruno was carrying him. A short walk and then a slam. His back was on the portable table they had set up. Thankfully, there had been nothing on it.
With mach speed, the dick in his ass started moving. It wasn't a particularly pleasuring experience. Quite the opposite actually. It was very clear Bruno was trying to get his rocks off as quickly as humanly possible. Yet there was still something deeply satisfying about all of this.
How the brute's eyes were fixed on Lucian's chest. They just couldn't look away from the obvious eye-catcher he had placed there. Fuck, he had known it was a good idea. But what was even better was the attention overall - the attention which Daniel would never know. Despite how close they were, Bruno would never grow the balls to actually pursue his sick fantasy - not when he had a good substitute already present. It was... reassuring. It felt special. No matter how twisted it had been at the start, Lucian was fully relishing in the feeling of experiencing a side of Bruno's that Daniel would never know. Just a morsel compared to his brother's feast, yet even this was a triumph for Lucian.
Somehow, Bruno picked up his pace even more. It was very sloppy and not at all like the previous times. Maybe he was trying to make this unenjoyable on purpose. But what the brute didn't know was that Lucian was already enjoying it - enjoying the meaning of it all. He could see how Bruno started arching his back and gazed forward, eyes slightly glassed over. He was getting ready to blow - even his movements were a clear indicator.
"Oh, fuck." Bruno exclaimed.
Yet it wasn't like any other of his climaxes. The words had more of an... irritation to them than enthusiasm. Then Lucian could feel the hips he was joint with pull back. He was dragged along with them, falling onto the ground as the tool in his backdoor got dislodged.
"Fucking shit." Bruno sounded more and more panicked.
The condom landed on Lucian's face - used, but empty. Then an impact. As the behemoth was stepping over him, he hit Lucian square on the head with his boots. Probably by accident, but it still hurt like a motherfucker. The blonde tried to stand up, but was disorientated from the sudden head trauma. At that point, Bruno was already gone. Accompanied by a sound of a zipper being pulled up and boots running on forest ground.
As he slowly regained full control of his body and senses, he was able to properly stand up and look to where the man had run off to. Three buckets of water - full to the brim - were placed near a tree. Oh...
Lucian was tempted to to run after Bruno and see just how that whole situation would unfold, but he decided to leave it be. There was no way he could catch up to his more athletically-gifted campmates. So he decided to simply take it easy and sat down in a folding chair.
But it was hard to relax... this would be a decisive moment - one he had been anticipating for a long time. Whatever would happen, all he could do was sit around. His mind was storming with what this could spell for the future. And so he patiently awaited the two other Greenes' return.
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Daniel had enough. HE HAD ENOUGH. He was sprinting to who knows where, simply running deeper into the woods. He didn't care at that point. A few times, he could hear his dad shout behind him, getting more and more distant with each exclamation. Daniel could not give a damn. It was all too much.
While at Peter's, they had discussed things at length. They had gone through the images of Bruno's 'diary' - the malefic pictures that Daniel had previously turned away from in Lucian's room. He had gotten to see the image where names were scratched out... most likely Lucian's name. It hurt... The two brothers had talked - over and over, repeating the same topics ad nauseam. After those strenuous and, frankly, depressing talks, Daniel had come to one conclusion. He had to fight to keep his dad at his side. He had never expected Lucian to be such a filthy, BASTARD TRAITOR. He could not remember the last time he had been this angry. His calmer brother refused to show him the other texts and images, so Daniel had to content himself with what he had seen up to that point. Not enough to see the full picture, but more than enough to get enraged.
Peter had looked at him with such sadness when he had decided to return. He had wanted him to stay there and not go back to that 'accursed house', as he had put it. But Daniel could not let all of this go... He had not been paranoid, he was simply right. Lucian was trying to steal away his one fixed point in life. The one thing he had gotten used to and built his entire life around. Was this the gratitude Daniel was entitled to receive for all of his effort and time spent protecting his brothers? Was this it?
His vision got misty as salty tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. It was getting harder and harder to run, the blur causing him to stumble over many a root or stone. And then there was light as he reached a clearing. No, not just a clearing, a lake. A big one at that. He looked around to find the next path he'd take... but he was tired. So tired.
With his gradually slowing step, his back slouched. He crept up to the edge of the water and stood there. Then - a cloud of dust arose from under him where he let his body fall onto the dirt. He sat there, buttocks on the ground, legs limp and gooey - bent into various directions. The water was just inches away from his frame.
Tears dripped into the reflective fluid, salty droplets mixing with the sweet water pool as he let the dam break. He truly was so lost. Even fighting back didn't help. If only he hadn't felt pity for Lucian and hadn't volunteered himself to go get the water. He had made sure to be speedy too - to not give them a chance. Yet alas... that was the sight he had been treated to.
Dad had been pumping into Lucian mercilessly, and the blonde had simply enjoyed it. Daniel still vividly remembered the piercings and the tattoo - just how close were they? Was this that normal for them? Had he been so blind? But then why did Bruno never talk about this? He could've - no, SHOULD'VE told him!
Regaining a bit of his strength, Daniel peeled off his shoes and socks - extending his feet into the water. The sensation was cooling and soothing, but it could not reach his mind. He was too busy spiraling over what he had had to witness. He knew that it had been going on, he had heard it himself... But seeing it was an entirely different matter. Why had father looked so... into it? It was utterly incomprehensible to Daniel why Bruno would choose Lucian and not... not him...
Daniel would've let him - no matter how perverse it was or how sick it made Daniel feel, he'd let him! Especially if he had known that Lucian would be the alternative. The young man couldn't explain it even to himself, but he was sure that he could've found a solution that did not involve that revolting scene from earlier.
But who was he kidding? He simply didn't have what it takes to compete with his brother. Either of them. Peter was patient and calm. He had endured it all and then simply left - stood on his own to feet. Whenever Daniel needed to, Peter would listen and help. He was always so wise and put-together... And Lucian? As much as Daniel despised him at that point... Lucian was simply better. He didn't do much, but he had so much talent in him. A drive no one could really understand. A magnetic personality which attracted people left and right. And apparently intimate skills good enough to capture dad's attention...
What did Daniel have? He was nice... and quiet... and complacent. He was good at following orders, but never giving them. He never had the willpower to go through with anything - even his whole 'fighting back' plan was clear evidence of that. How long had he endured before feeling too remorseful to continue? Barely a day? He was simply pathetic. An eternal follower and supporter - never a true individual... Maybe that was why Bruno preferred Lucian over him. Maybe he craved to finally be with a person instead of a failure. The sporadic tears soon turned into flowing streams crossing Daniel's entire face. He must've truly been a pathetic sight to behold. Then, from behind him came a rustling.
"Danny? Danny! Oh fuck... I was so worried. Danny, please, listen to me. We need to talk about what you saw back there." Bruno shouted.
Yet this reignited a spark of anger in Daniel. How DARE he come after him? What did he want? To truly cement the reality Daniel dreaded? To mock him? He could hear boots stomping on dirt behind him. Then a touch to his shoulder.
"Danny? Yo-" Bruno tried to speak again.
But Daniel simply shrugged off the contact, huddling away from the man towering over him.
"Just leave me alone." he mumbled, shuffling closer to the water again.
"Danny, I know you're upset, sport. Or disturbed... or confused... But we can talk about this. I can explain." Bruno pleaded, but did not try to touch again.
"Explain what? Why you can't help yourself, but fuck my brother in the ass? Why you need to do it on the daily? No no, nothing to explain. I get it. I prevented you from having sex yesterday, so you had to do your daily jizz deposit now. Must've been really tough for you to control yourself all day. Then again, maybe you fucked him in the tent while I was asleep. I wouldn't know. Anyways, if that's all, you can go back. I probably prevented you from emptying your balls fully, so go and continue fucking him. I won't disturb you anymore." Daniel's voice was quiet, yet his vitriol loud.
The man behind him did not respond - most likely stunned from the sheer sarcasm and irony dripping from the response - the hatred permeating through every word.
"How long have you known?" Bruno finally asked, voice even quieter than Daniel's.
"Since I heard you two fucking in his room. Not sure if that narrows it down for you. Can't tell how many times you've done it there." Daniel continued hissing.
A thud echoed next to him. What could have possibly given dad the audacity to just sit right beside him? Daniel angled his body away, not wanting to see his father. Not wanting to cry like a baby again.
"You know... I always had a suspicion you knew... But I just didn't want to admit it was really a possibility. I never wanted this to involve you." Bruno continued quietly.
"Never wanted this to involve me? You're fucking my brother under the same roof! HOW MORE COULD I BE INVOLVED?" Daniel finally turned to his dad with a scream.
He didn't care if he was breaking the rule on profanity. Could not be assed about yelling directly into his father's face. He had simply had enough. Yet seeing dad's eyes gaze so... sadly, directly into his? It caused something to break in him again. His tears continued flowing, rapidly.
"Just rip the band-aid off, dad. Just tell me you like him more than me. Or that you're... I don't even know. Just end this charade... Please." Daniel sobbed out.
The young man could see his dad reach out, before stopping himself - probably unsure of whether he was allowed to. This was the most respectful of someone's boundaries Daniel had ever seen him. How funny - it took this entire ordeal to inspire that.
"Danny, my boy. I could never like him more than you. I couldn't like anyone more than you. You know that." Bruno used his warm, reassuring voice.
Yet that felt like an even bigger knife stabbing into Daniel's poor heart. Why was he pretending? Daniel had already seen the evidence.
"Spare yourself the lies, dad... I've seen the proof. I know how you have two people in your life that you like and desire - and none of them are me."
"What are you talking about, Danny?" Bruno furrowed his brows in confusion.
"Don't pretend, dad! I've seen your diary. You've clearly been contending with feelings for someone. Two people, at that!" Daniel was half-screaming.
"Danny... oh, my poor Danny... how did you get to that diary?" Bruno said with pity dripping from his speech.
"Lucian took photos of it and then showed me. Peter showed me the rest... I saw it all... I think... Maybe there's still passages I haven't seen, filled with more brutal honesty." Daniel sobbed.
Yet a strange urge bubbled up inside of him. Maybe it was all his fault all along. Maybe if he hadn't been there, dad could've somehow been happy. If he wasn't here now, Bruno wouldn't need to go through all this.
"I'm sorry, dad... I'm sorry if I wasn't enough... Sorry I can't be as good as Lucian... I don't know what I did, but just... please." Daniel didn't even know what he was apologizing for.
It didn't take long before two mighty hands gripped at his clothes, pulling him closer into a warm bulk of flesh - a familiar smell enveloped him as Bruno fully embraced him on his lap, placing his chin onto the crown of Daniel's head.
"Shhh, it's okay. None of this is your fault. It's me who should be apologizing to you. I preached about how honest we were with one another, yet I was keeping this from you, huh? Can't even be mad at you not telling me either." Bruno whispered.
"I just want to know why, dad. Why can't we be a normal family? That argues and then makes up? Why does it constantly feel like a war zone at home?" Daniel continued sobbing.
He gripped Bruno's clothes, as if wanting to get impossibly close. He just wanted to forget all of this. Wanted to go back. Yet the frustration and sadness gave way to anger once more - his mind like a pendulum swinging between two emotional extremes. The grip turned crushing as the fabric got pulled at with great strength.
"Why did you have to be the way you are? Why can't we all just love each other? Why did mom have to cheat? Why did you even have me? Just to put me through this?" his voice got louder and louder with each sentence.
Without realizing it, he was no longer gripping at the fabric, but rather pushing against Bruno's chest. Those pushes turned into punches, first light, then harder and harder. After a while, all that was heard were the cries coming from his throat and the thuds as his knuckles met the clothed expanse of muscles - a sound of bludgeoned flesh added into the mix. Dad simply endured, letting himself be the punching bag.
Yet even those died down, leaving Daniel's hands flat on Bruno's shirt, pliant. He went limp against his dad's body, letting the embrace cover him even more.
"Do you feel better now?" Bruno asked quietly.
There was no sarcasm or malice in the question - it sounded as genuine as could be. Daniel only managed to nod.
"A bit." he replied meekly, his words barely audible.
"I'm glad. I deserved that. Now, let me tell you a secret. A very important one. That diary you've seen? Which is apparently proof? Yes, I wrote it. The day before Lucian found it, that is." Bruno shared.
"Huh?" Daniel simply looked up into his eyes in confusion.
"That leech is on a quest against me, you know? That little shit thinks he can outsmart me. So I decided to play along with it. And so far, I think it's working out in my favor." a little smile formed on his lips.
He talked about it so casually, like it was some sort of trivial matter. Like he hadn't forged an entire journal to apparently fool Daniel's brother. Completely ignoring the sexual relationship in the mix.
"But... so it was all a lie? You just made all of it up?" Daniel regained his voice, slowly but surely.
"Well, not everything. But a lot of it is just made-up fairy tales, yes. I even wrote it with different pens and slightly different styles to make it seem like a proper journal - entries separated by time, you know? Hell, I even used a notebook I had laying around since decades ago. The leech fell for it face first, it seems." Bruno chuckled to himself.
The old dad - the one Daniel knew well - was starting to shine through again. Cruel, yet crafty. And brutally cold. But... this didn't explain why the whole thing had started in the first place.
"So you faked your diary and what? Hoped Lucian would just barge into your room and see it? And why did you even start sleeping with him to begin with?" frustration bubbled in the words as Daniel demanded more answers.
"Simple, I removed the batteries from his little spycam and replaced them with dead ones. I wrote then diary in my room while the camera was powered off. Then we went to the shooting range, and I - oh so clumsily - left the door unlocked after I 'slept in'." dad placed some emphasis on that last phrase, implication clear.
"You were acting this entire time? Pretending to be oblivious to a camera? But... why? How did you even know about it? Why would he even place it there and when? And this still doesn't explain why you keep fucking him!" Daniel wasn't getting placated at all.
"Oh, I've known about it for a long time. Your dad's just that observant. Sadly, I still found out about it a tad too late. He already had material against me. One of the only kinds that I can imagine would have an effect on me. As for why he did this entire thing? I have my suspicions. But rest assured, it was all on him. I'd rather drop dead than actually desire that freeloader." Bruno laughed again.
Daniel's insides churned again, unease spreading from his stomach upwards. This time it wasn't just the act itself, but rather the mentality behind it. It seemed so... heartless... He couldn't help but pity his brother again. Yet the pity this time around was blunt... rather easy to ignore. This summer, the affection he had left for him had dried out almost completely. Then Daniel realized something - he wasn't revolted from what he was hearing, but rather how he was receiving it. His sick feeling was from his own reaction at the events: He was happy to hear Bruno be so derisive towards his big brother.
"So... so you still like me more?" Daniel asked, question completely selfish.
"Of course, Danny. And I can guarantee you nothing will change that. I already cemented that fact into myself a long time ago." Bruno gave him a wide grin.
Daniel lowered his head, staring directly at Bruno's shirt again. The two hairy arms around him eased off a bit, letting the hands gently rub big circles on his body.
"But... what did he possibly have on you that made you start this entire sick affair?" Daniel asked.
The movement stopped. Bruno's breath hitched. Then, he released Daniel from his hold completely and angled the younger man's head upwards. Emerald met emerald. Yet Bruno's eyes were different than usual. Normally, Daniel would either describe them as a thunderstorm or as a cloudy day. But now? They were empty - as if every nimbus had dissipated on the smaragdine sky that was his iris. Dad took a deep breath.
"Daniel. I won't lie to you, okay? And whatever your reaction is, I'll accept it." Bruno prefaced.
Then another deep breath, and a shudder ran through him. Daniel could genuinely not remember when he had last seen Bruno this panicked. Yet he nodded, steeling himself as well.
"The little spycam got a recording of me masturbating... Masturbating while... saying your name." Bruno said with an exhale.
Oh... Daniel knew that this information was supposed to shock him and repel him... Yet he didn't feel much of anything at that point. He had definitely not expected this turn of events, but somehow... it felt normal compared to everything else. Like it was the least bizarre thing to come to the surface in the last couple of days. And in a way it even felt... comforting. He was at the center of Bruno's experience as he was used to being. His dad really hadn't changed. Everything was just as okay as before.
"That's... that's fine." Daniel tried to comfort him.
"Fine?!" Bruno said, stunned.
The two men stared at each other silently again, their conversation leading them to another hurdle. Yet the impasse was quickly cleared when Daniel initiated an embrace this time around.
He sat up and pressed Bruno's head against his chest, trying to be the comforter this now. His hands were clasped on the older man's head and back - gently, but insistently.
"Yes, fine. It's okay, dad. It's all okay. Why you did it doesn't matter to me. Or if you still do it. It's all okay. Fine." Daniel reassured him.
Father froze on the spot - as if struck by lightning. But then a small admission came from his lips.
"Thank you, Daniel. Thanks for always being here for me. For being the one man - the singular person I can rely on in the entire world." Bruno looked up into Daniel's eyes.
From this position, Daniel could see the expanse of purple on Bruno's chest - one that he himself had caused just a few minutes earlier. Instantly, he became sorrowful again.
"Ah, sorry for... sorry for punching you, dad." Daniel apologized again.
"It's alright, sport. I deserved it. Bruises will only make me remember it properly. In fact, you only started doing something that I had planned to do anyways once I found you." Bruno said, his eyes still... odd.
The father distanced himself from the son, pushing him away gently. He rummaged in his pockets for something, before slowly pulling out a Swiss Army Knife. Daniel looked at him in confusion. Both of the men stood up.
"You remember our promise, right? The promise I gave to you and repeated over and over again? Well, this time around, I was the one to hurt you... again. And we can't just let that go, can we now? I think it's only fair you get the payback you deserve, Danny." Bruno said with a firm resolve.
He pressed the knife into Daniel's hand, wrapping his fingers around it, then pointing it directly at his own chest.
"Do it, Daniel. Do what you and the two hell-spawn wanted to do a long time ago." Bruno said with a resigned smile.
With that, his hand released Daniel's and they remained standing there. The tip of the blade pointed directly at Bruno's heart. And yet he still smiled. His arms were limp alongside his body, his chest breathing shallowly as to not move the target too much. And Daniel was just standing there. Pale.
"What? What on Earth are you talking about? I've never wanted to do this." Daniel protested, yet his arm was locked in place out of panic.
"Of course you have, Danny. I treated you horribly. And your two... 'brothers' as well." Bruno's voice spat out the B-word with utter disdain.
"No, I haven't! I've never wanted you to die! I just... I just wanted you to be better. To be as you were before. For all of us to be like before." Daniel started tearing up again.
"I see... maybe you just wanted to punish me instead of finishing me off. Then do it. Do so for both of us, so we can have a clean conscience." Bruno said pensively.
"What?" Daniel yelped out.
The young man's wrist was enveloped by Bruno as the sharp object was slowly angled downward, Daniel's shoulder turning. Eventually, the movement stopped. Pointing directly at dad's crotch.
"Here, Danny. This is what I've caused you grief with this summer, isn't it? My dick is at fault for me getting caught by that pest and for causing you immense anguish. So get rid of it. That's what I deserve, Daniel. Do it!" Bruno commanded, this time a lot harsher.
But Daniel couldn't. None of this was what he wanted. Yes, he did want some sort of justice to be done, but not... not this insanity! Even though Bruno was stronger, Daniel managed to yank his hand out of his grip somehow. With one fluid motion the knife was thrown into the body of water spectating them.
Daniel huffed as he had just escaped a dangerous predicament. Even his tears dried up from the sheer adrenaline coursing through his arteries. But Bruno did not seem happy.
"Then what do you want me to do, Danny? How can I make it up to you?" he said quietly.
A heavy thud echoed through the lakeside as Bruno let himself fall onto his ass this time around. His vacant stare was directed at the spot where his knife had disappeared - his one idea of a proper recompense. He looked utterly defeated.
"Dad, stop this. Don't make anything up to me. Yes, I know I was sad and upset and... angry... But I don't want to see you this hurt, dad. Please..." Daniel lowered himself to the ground as well.
"You don't get it, Daniel. I betrayed you. I hurt you. Me - who told you I'd always be on your side. You don't deserve this. I out of all people should know what that feels like. And yet I still did it to you. I can't just let myself off the hook here." Bruno insisted.
"Yes, you can! I forgive you, dad. Let me forgive you, dad." Daniel pleaded.
"No, Daniel! You forgive me once without proper consequence and I'll get used to it. I'll do worse and worse. Soon, I'll be convincing you to do things you don't want to do. Making you feel bad for what isn't even your fault. I'll be waking you up with smelling salts after you pass out on the floor from two days without sleep and manipulating you into yet another responsibility! And then I'll just leave you. Because you forgave me without taking proper action." Bruno talked, mostly to himself.
Daniel couldn't help but wonder where these examples were coming from... they felt oddly specific. But he could ask about that later. He had to somehow calm down his dad. His dad who was getting out of hand even more than usual. The young man doubted if he was truly up to the task.
"Dad, please. I know you won't be like that. You're not like that." Daniel tried to convince him.
"Not yet. But maybe I will be. Everyone seems nice at first. Like a perfect match. But then they get worse and worse. And eventually, you find out you don't know them at all. And yet you can't stop loving them." Bruno sighed out.
"Dad, what are you talking about? You've only gotten better to me over time. Sure, there was that one time around the divorce... but you have been nice to me since then. No?"
The young man knew he was ignoring the elephant in the room with that framing. How he was closing his eyes from the suffering his half-brothers had endured. They hadn't and still didn't deserve such treatment... as much as he wanted to retract this statement in regard to Lucian.
"Daniel, you want to know the reason why I even got attracted to you in the first place? You want to know? I'll tell you. It started about half a year ago - out of anxiety. Pure fear of you not being in my life for forever. Like her... But with you, it wouldn't be out of betrayal. Rather, you'd naturally leave the nest and find someone to spend your life with. Find a calling that would consume your life. And I'd be left alone. Again. I didn't want to go through that another time, Daniel. I couldn't. So I deluded myself. I made up plans. Maybe if I could satisfy all of your needs - and I mean all of them - you wouldn't have a reason to leave. If I could fill every role for you, you could stay with me. That is what it means to love for me - the only way I was ever taught to love, Danny. That's also why I moved. Living off-base meant you'd be able to stay as long as you wanted. That was to give myself that hope - that chance. But it's utterly delusional. It's only natural you'll leave." Bruno monologued.
Daniel had to process this information. It was... a lot. But it somehow made sense knowing his dad. He didn't know what exactly had happened in the relationship between father and mom, but it had obviously left some sort of mark - the divorce for sure had. Yet he didn't want to see his dad so hurt.
"If you told me this, I'd stay, dad. I wouldn't have ever left. Don't worry." Daniel tried to reassure him again.
"And that's the problem, Danny. Do you not see how painful that would be for you? How you'd be forcing yourself into something you don't want? That isn't something you want to do, Daniel. Trust me. I would know." Bruno replied sardonically.
He had a point... Daniel would've obeyed anything if Bruno had told him. But... but it wouldn't be forcing himself. As much as the young man feared his dad at times, he could not deny how much he cared for him. Despite the cruelty, despite his self-preservation telling him otherwise. He wanted to be close. He wanted to see him happy... So he would.
Deciding to break this dead-end of a conversation, Daniel pressed his lips against Bruno's in a flash, pushing his full weight onto him. Dad let it happen - his eyes widened, yet his body made no motion to stop it. After the kiss was done, Daniel decided to take it further. He would not stop now. Not when he was this close to making sure he truly showed Bruno how he feels.
"What are you doing, Danny!?" Bruno shouted as Daniel straddled his crotch.
"What Lucian had done for you many times! What you yourself said you desire! You don't want me to leave? Fine, I won't! We'll stay like this, dad. I'll show you just how good we can exist on our own." Daniel said with a storming determination.
"This is exactly what I meant! You're trying to do things to please me. You're forcing yourself to do this so that I will love you. But you shouldn't have to, Daniel! I've realized a long time ago that you are the one person I can truly count on, and nothing will change that. You don't have to do this." Bruno tried to push him off weakly, clearly warring with himself.
"But I want to do this! I will replace Lucian and whoever else wants to come between us. Who wants to ruin what we have. So what if it's wrong? I don't give a shit anymore. The jealousy I felt when I thought about you and Lucian doing it? Can you imagine it? Do you know how much I wanted to be in his place? To know that side of you? I refuse to back down now, dad. So if you truly don't want this, say it outright. Say it and I'll let it go." Daniel said, determinedly.
Bruno looked at him - stared into his eyes for a long time. Then, slowly, but with just as much confidence, he moved his hands to where their groins met. Daniel's breath hitched.
"I do want this... I know it's wrong and immoral, but I don't give a damn. I want you to know every single of inch of me. So that I can truly give you everything I have to offer." Bruno quietly said.
That was it. They were locked in their own personal whirlwind of inexplicable lust now. Daniel moved to lift his hips and scoot of his pants, propping himself up above Bruno's dick - like he assumed Lucian had before. He didn't really know what he was doing being a virgin and all, but he wanted to try his best. A gentle hand on his hips brought him back to his original position though.
"No, Daniel. I won't fuck you. Not without lube. You'd get hurt. Let's just... let's do something simple, okay? Just let me lead and you can watch." Bruno offered.
Slightly pulling down the underwear on both of their bodies, dad had freed their privates. Bruno's was just a smidgen thicker than Daniel's, but Daniel's was a bit longer. Even those seemed to resemble each other. The old man's dick was already fully hard, while the younger one's was still in semi-erect state.
Nevertheless, Bruno took them both into his hand and started rubbing them against each other. It was... an alien feeling. Not only had Daniel not done this before, he was doing this with his dad out of all people. It felt revolting, yet somehow... inevitable. Like nothing they could've done would have prevented this outcome. Maybe Daniel was deluding himself - rationalizing away the implications of their new dynamic. And maybe he wanted it that way. He was done thinking and doubting. No more worries and what-ifs. He just wanted to enjoy it.
And so he did. Dad seemed to be awfully got at it, both of the penises at about the same size now, providing each other with friction. There were no words exchanged, not even a groan. The two men simply kept starting at each other as the sexual act continued.
Their gaze was not even interrupted when Daniel felt a pressure build up in his groin. His hips started thrusting on their own a bit, a whimper or two spilling from his lips. Bruno reciprocated, timing his moans right after Daniel's. Soon, they both released simultaneously, wanting to share a synchronized pinnacle. And then, they just sat there on the lakeside ground... silently.
It felt so... mundane. Like they had not just crossed a severe taboo. Insects buzzed over the water as Bruno broke the eye contact first, looking down at his pants again and pulling out his phone.
"Here." Bruno said.
"Your phone?... What for?" Daniel asked confused.
"You said you didn't want revenge. Or that you didn't want me to pay my dues. But that was about the recent events, was it not? How about your entire life? How about the other two? Think of all the cruel things I've done to you, Danny."
"Where is this going, dad?" Daniel asked once more, confusion turning into panic.
"I want to give you another chance. Call someone. My superior. The police. I don't know, a lawyer. Call them and tell them what I've done. Recently or over your entire lifespan - as much as you want to divulge, do it. I'll corroborate everything. Make up lies if you want to. I'll confirm those too. I just... I want to give you a chance to bring justice upon me if you wish to. I trust your judgment on this." Bruno said with an absolute finality.
Daniel stared at the phone - now in his hand. The ultimate gavel that would decide everything. Was this a test of Bruno's? Was his dad just trying to see if he was truly on the same side? No... Dad was past testing him now. Daniel didn't know how he knew, he just did. The reflection in the black screen was depressing. He saw his own face in it. Surrounding it - like a frame to a self-portrait - was their intertwined legs. Splotches of their release adorning their pants. He could feel his now-soft cock twitch against Bruno's, obscured from view by the smartphone.
What... what was he even supposed to do? It was as if he had the world's heaviest brick in his hand. Carrying the weight of an entire lifetime - no, four lifetimes. With one call - a singular one - he could make all of this right. Bruno was a cruel man. He was abusive, violent, manipulative and ruthless. A brutal man who had no qualms about getting what he wanted... And yet he was his dad. The dad he loved and who was nice to him almost all his life... Someone he could rely on, no matter how horrible of a person.
On the other hand, there were his brothers. Peter... the poor man who still had nightmares. No matter how old he got, he couldn't escape. And Lucian... his brother... his brother who had betrayed and hurt him - purposefully and spitefully no less. And yet the one who was most likely hurting the most.
The correct choice was clear - it was so painfully obvious which would be the moral and just thing to do. So why couldn't he do it? It was so easy. He unlocked and locked the phone many times - seeing that the reception was miraculously good for their current location. And yet he couldn't click on the call app.
Tears welled up in his eyes for who knows which time on that same day. They landed square on the again-locked phone. He saw his reflection distort on the black mirror - salty water warping the light into something he didn't recognize. What was he supposed to do?
