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Subject: Boys by the Sea: Chapter 12 Hey everyone! If you love all of the fun and sexy content on Nifty, please lend your support by sending a fty/ This story contains descriptions of adult/minor family members engaging in sex. If you are a minor or you are offended by material such as this, please refrain from reading any further. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to incidents or people, alive or dead, is purely coincidental. It’s all merely a fantasy, and should only be regarded as such. Authors Note: Though I tried to incorporate more sex scenes in this chapter, they felt somewhat out of place in the overall narrative of this installment. I sincerely apologize for the lack of eroticism in this chapter and I promise to return to it in the next one. *************** Troy entered the house carrying his father’s suitcase while the elder Hanson followed closely behind him. Both Ben and Brody ran to the foyer the moment they heard the familiar sound of their grandfather’s deep, raspy, voice. “Papa!” Both boys yelled out in unison. “Aaayyy! Ya’ll come give yur papa a hug!” Bjorn smiled lovingly at his grandsons as he scooped them up in his arms, kissing both of them on the lips. Bjorn was a retired police captain who had served in the township of South Orange New Jersey for decades. Having been divorced by Troy and Dean’s mother a year ago, he decided to leave New Jersey to move back to his native state of Texas. At 6’0 tall, with a solid, muscular, build, Bjorn had a body that looked like it should be on a man younger than 59 years old. With a thick, full head of silver hair and sparkling gray-blue eyes, he was a handsome sight to behold. Walking into the house from the backyard, Dean saw his father for the first time since he had gone to prison. Instantly, his defenses went up. “Bjorn.” The moment Bjorn laid eyes on his oldest son, the warm smile he’d been wearing quickly disappeared from his face. “Dean.” Throughout his life, Troy had always been the mediator between his father and brother. Realizing this time would be no different, he searched for a way to try keep the temperature between them low. “Dad, you’re gonna be in the boys room so I’m putting your suitcase in there. Ya know, we just bought a new tub for the hall bathroom. Maybe you’d like to get cleaned up before dinner?” Bjorn continued to stare at Dean with a smug look as he addressed his youngest son, “We bought a tub? Who’s we? Ain’t ya the only one with a job these days?” Dean glared at his father, knowing the shot about his recent unemployment was meant to anger him. Troy shot his father a stern look, “Dad, remember what we talked about on the phone?” Bjorn rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Christ, you boys are sensitive. Hey! which one a my grandson’s is gonna scrub my back for me?” “Sorry papa, I got soccer practice. But I’ll be back for dinner!” Said Brody, kissing his father before running out of the house to catch his ride. “I’ll take a bath with you, papa!” Said Ben. “Ah-right then, baby, lead tha way!” Bjorn playfully grabbed at his grandson’s butt as Ben led him to his room to get undressed. Walking up to Dean, Troy took his brother’s face in his hands, “Hey, look at me. It’s just for the week. Don’t let him get to you. I love you, Dean.” Dean looked meekly into Troy’s eyes, “More than you love him?” Troy smiled as he kissed his brother’s lips. “Definitely, more than him.” Taking advantage of their time alone together, Dean laid his head down on his younger brother’s shoulder while Troy held his big brother in his arms. *************** A little bit later while Troy was in the kitchen preparing dinner for his family, Dean was walking in the hallway when he heard Ben giggle. Curious as to what they were doing, he decided to snoop on his father and nephew in the bathroom. Noticing the door was ajar, Dean quietly peered through the opening. Looking into the room, he saw Ben straddling his grandfather in the tub as Bjorn rubbed the head of his bulbous cock against the boy’s hole. istanbul travesti Dean couldn’t keep his eyes off Bjorn as he watched him run his hands all over his grandson’s wet, naked body. Trying to listen over the sound of trickling water, Dean faintly heard his father tell Ben to kiss him. When Ben obliged, Bjorn parted his grandson’s little butt cheeks, pushing the head of his cock further against his anus. “Baby, tell papa ya love him.” Commanded Bjorn. “I love you, papa.” Benny replied. “That’s a good boy.” Bjorn kissed Ben’s mouth as he continued to rub his bare back and ass with his hands. A moment later, Benny laid his head down on his grandfather’s shoulder facing away from Dean. Suddenly, Bjorn looked to his right, locking eyes with his son. Knowing he was watching them, Bjorn shot Dean a contemptuous look as he lasciviously licked his grandson’s shoulder as he proceeded to stick his hard cock in the boy’s ass. As Dean watched his father penetrate his nephew’s hole, he suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of anger wash over him. Jealous of the way Bjorn was touching Ben, he was just about to burst into the room when he heard his brother’s voice. “Okay guys, chow time!” Not wanting to cause a scene in front of his nephew, Dean abruptly moved away from the bathroom door. *************** The next day, Dean sipped on his morning cup of coffee as he stepped out onto his backyard patio, wearing only a robe and flip flops. Having just woken up, he saw Brody kicking a soccer ball in the grass with Bjorn. Though he was immediately irritated by his father’s presence, he mustered up all the patience he had in order to be civil to him in front of his nephew. “Morning uncle Dean!” Brody cried out as he ran around the yard with his grandpa. Dean smiled and nodded, “Mornin champ!” Bjorn ignored Dean as he addressed his grandson. “Ah-right, Brody, run inside and get yur bag. I’ll meet ya out front in five minutes.” Concerned with where Bjorn was taking his nephew, Dean stood up, “Whoa, whoa, where you guys going? He’s got school.” “No I don’t! I got my soccer tournament today, remember?” Said Brody, correcting his uncle. Dean was embarrassed. Having had too many beers the night before at dinner, he had completely forgotten all about getting up early to take Brody to his game. Looking away from his nephew for a just a second, his eyes briefly met his father’s gaze; immediately noticing a look of judgment on his face. “Awe shit, Brody! I’m sorry.” Said Dean. “Gimme just a few minutes I-” “I got it, Dean. Don’t bother yurself with it.” Said Bjorn, gruffly. As Brody ran by his uncle, he briefly stopped to hug and console him. “It’s okay, uncle Dean. You’re still gonna come watch me, right?” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world, bud.” Dean bumped fists with his nephew before he watched him disappear into the house. As Bjorn passed by him on the way to the house, Dean heard him muttering under his breath, “Useless, god damn, los-” Finally having hit his limit, Dean snapped. “Why don’t you just say it out loud, old man?! Or haven’t you got the balls?!” Bjorn sneered at his son, “I said you’re a USELESS, GOD DAMN, LOSER!” “WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE COMING INTO MY HOUSE ACTING LIKE THE KING OF THE FUCKIN CASTLE, HUH?!” Dean shouted, angrily. Bjorn scowled, “Boy, you better watch yur tone, less you want my fist against yur skull!” Dean smiled, shaking his head at his father. “Yeah, that’s what you know best, right? Gettin wasted and beating on your family. Well, you can threaten me all you want Bjorn, but I’m not 15 anymore, and I ain’t scared a you now.” Bjorn clenched his jaw, “I admit, I did some bad things when I was still drinkin. But, when I got sober, I asked both yur mama and yur brother to forgive me; they did. The only person I didn’t ask for forgiveness from was you. Cause honestly…I didn’t give a shit about how you felt.” Dean glared at Bjorn, his teeth clenched. “That’s alright. I don’t give a shit about you either, old man. But you know what? kadıköy travesti Troy’s my brother, and I love him. And as much as you hate it, he loves me too. There’s not a goddamn thing you can do to change that. So, I suggest you get used to the fact that I’m always gonna be around, whether you like it or not.” Bjorn chuckled, sarcastically. “Oh, I know. See, I remember when you and Troy were still just boys. You were a little punk. Just couldn’t keep yur sorry ass outta trouble. But Troy…Troy was my good boy. Always upstandin, always polite, and always got good grades.” Dean continued to listen to his father, trying not to let his words cut into him. Bjorn continued to sneer at his son. “I used to try so hard to keep him away from you. But, he wouldn’t listen. He loved you more than anything. Followed you around like a lost little puppy. You could do no wrong in his eyes. But see, even back then, I knew you wasn’t gonna amount to shit! And I knew that someday, you’d just end up disappointin him…just like you do everyone else.” Dean couldn’t help but think about his stretch in the pen, and the toll it had taken on Troy. “And what’s worse,” said Bjorn, “is that you cheated him out of a life that he truly deserved.” Dean looked confused. “What the hell are you talking about.” Bjorn looked at Dean with utter contempt in his eyes. “Before he decided to move here, yur brother applied ta Princeton ta get his bachelor’s degree. Ya know that, right?” Dean stared at his father, “Yeah, but he didn’t get in.” Bjorn looked deadly serious, “Oh, he got in. But he gave it all up ta be with you.” Dean was stunned. Speechless, he slowly sat down in his chair. Bjorn walked up to the house, opening the sliding door. “He coulda done somethin great with his life, Dean. But ya kept him from that.” Bjorn walked into the house, finally leaving his son alone. Dean stared at the ground. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t fight back the tears that were welling up in his eyes. He wasn’t crying because of the angry exchange he just had with his father, but because for the first time in his life, he actually believed he was the loser his father had always said he was. *************** A couple nights later, Troy prepared dinner for his family. Though he had been reluctant at first, Dan agreed to drive down from Fort Lauderdale in order to see his brother, but more so to spend time with the rest of his beloved brood. As the Hanson’s were sitting around the table, the tension between Dean and Bjorn was palpable. In an effort to lighten the mood, Troy attempted to start a conversation. “How’s the roast beef, uncle Dan?” “Absolutely delicious! Thank ya, Troy.” Both Troy and Dan noticed Dean guzzle down his second bottle of beer before getting up from the table, heading to the kitchen for another. “Scuse me,” Dan got up from the table to follow his nephew. “That’s quite a few beers in the span a half an hour, ain’t it?” Dan asked. “What? You gonna lecture me about bein a loser now too?” Said Dean. “No. Imma tell ya that I love ya. And that you’re a far better man than my asshole brother.” Dean paused, then nodded his head at his uncle. Lowering the bottle from his lips, he passed it over to Dan. “There ya go. Now, bring it in.” Said Dan, slapping his chest. Dean smiled as he hugged his uncle, feeling safe and secure in his embrace. Sitting back down at the table, Dan and Dean rejoined their family. Looking surly, Bjorn started in on his brother, “Sa Danny, still own that greasy lil garage in Lauderdale?” “Dad!” Troy shot his father a look. “What?! Can’t I even rib my own baby brother? Christ.” Said Bjorn, wrinkling his brow. Dan held his ground, “Yep. Voted most popular auto repair shop in town by all the local papers.” Bjorn chuckled sarcastically, “Yeah. Not too many sharp tools in that shed now, is there?” Dean slammed his fist down on the table. “God dammit, Bjorn! You can slither in here and talk shit about me, but I’ll be damned if I let you sit there and insult my bakırköy travesti uncle!” Feeling the tension rising in the room, Troy sent Brody and Ben to their bedroom to finish their dinner and play video games. “Dean, it’s ah-right, son.” Said Dan. “My brother’s just a miserable little man who’s got ta make everyone else miserable too. See, that’s tha reason yur mama divorced his sorry ass.” Bjorn smiled wickedly, “Diane didn’t divorce me, you idiot. I left her.” Dean and Troy were stunned. “You’re a goddamn liar,” said Dean. Bjorn looked defiant. “Oh, you think I’m the liar? Maybe you should ask your uncle bout who the real liar is.” Suddenly, Dan’s facial expression changed from anger to panic. “You sonofabitch! You promised Diane-” “And now we’re done! I don’t owe her shit anymore.” Bjorn seethed. Troy was confused. “What the hell is going on here?!” Bjorn looked coldly at Dean, “I met your mama when I was 20 and she was 15. Thought she was the most beautiful girl I ever laid eyes on. We dated fur bout six months…then she tells me she’s pregnant with you. Well, yur granddaddy tells me it’s my duty to do right by her…so I married her.” Dean’s eyes were locked with Bjorn’s. “After I got sober, I finally decided I should be honest with her bout some things. Like all the times I fucked around on her. So then, she decides ta be honest with me too. I ain’t yur real daddy, Dean. Yur real daddy’s sittin riiight over there.” Dean watched with shock as Bjorn pointed at Dan. “Dan…i-is this true?” Said Dean, his voice shaking. Dan looked solemn as he addressed his son, “I wanted ta tell ya fur so long, Dean. But yur mama…she begged me not to.” Dean’s eyes began to glaze over, “I-I gotta get outta here.” Grabbing his keys, he headed for the door. “Dean wait!” Troy ran after his brother, but couldn’t catch up with him. With the speed of an Olympic athlete, he watched him jump in his truck and hurriedly back out of the driveway. Back in the house, The elder Hanson men stared each other down. “Well, least he ain’t my loser kid anymore,” said Bjorn. Enraged, Dan attacked his brother. Within minutes the two men were throwing each other around, engaged in fisticuffs. Having been trained in hand to hand combat as a police officer, Bjorn landed a few hard punches on his brothers body. Too angry to feel any pain, Dan quickly recovered. After a few minutes of tussling, Dan landed a hard blow on Bjorn’s face. Hearing his brother’s nose crack, he watched him quickly fall to the ground as blood gushed from his nostrils. Dan continued to clench his fists as he angrily moved towards his brother. Having heard the commotion from outside, Troy ran back into the house. Seeing his father lying on the floor, he immediately tried to stop his uncle. “Dan, wait! Please, he’s had enough.” Not wanting to upset his nephew, Dan restrained himself from beating on Bjorn any further. Looking down at his brother, bleeding and disoriented, he made him a promise. “Anythin happens ta that boy, and I’m commin back fur ya, hear me?!” With his face bloodied, Bjorn nodded his head. Grabbing his keys, Dan left the house in pursuit of his son. Walking over to where he was lying, Troy stared down at his father with contempt, “I want you outta my house by tomorrow morning, understand?” With shame and embarrassment, Bjorn silently nodded his head at his son. Without saying another word, Troy turned away from his father to make sure his own sons were alright. *************** The sound of crashing waves at night had always been calming to Dean. Sitting in the deserted beach parking lot, he stared out over the black ocean in his pickup, gazing out at the streak of light that danced on the water, faintly illuminated by the light of the moon. Pulling a small plastic baggy from out of his pocket, he looked longingly at the white powder inside. Opening the bag up, he fondled his keys, readying his hand to dip one of them into its contents. With a knot tied tightly in his stomach, Dean carefully contemplated his next move. *************** Thanks for reading. If you enjoyed this chapter, please come back to see what happens in chapter 13. If you have any questions or comments, feel free to drop me an email. I always appreciate thoughtful feedback.