Pic above the barn.

Hey  lurkers, I've been asked to do Stockbridge Penitentiary, but I'm not going to. You have to understand, I had several unpublished stories, three of them were Stockbridge, including a new one based on an insane asylum.

They were ripped away from me, and I don't think I can bring myself to rewrite them. I will however write about new criminals as soon as the inspiration hits me.

Until then meet my new characters, an A-type named Oscar and a C-type named Brian.

I want to reintroduce the theme of A-types and C-types, to my readers who are familiar, I'm gonna introduce more ideas on what they are and what makes them different from regular men.
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POV

Brian

Hey, my name is Brian Frost, my father is the CEO of frost industries, he's uber rich, but his money isn't the focus of this story. The important thing is that he doesn't love me, sure he says he does, but I'm positive he doesn't, how do I know you're wondering?

The answer is simple, before he and my mom got divorced, I was the most important thing in his life. I guess I should explain more, I'm the son of an A-type and C-type, those classifications are used to describe two types of male.

A-types are men who are capable of impregnating not only women, but C-type men as well. C-types are submissive by nature, we're oddities, we weren't always known about, but some years before I was born, the world acknowledged my kind.

We were treated like less, at least C-types were, A-types were and are treated above the rest, they have good reason though, they make the best football players, cops, men of the army, and UFC fighters. With that being said, I'm a C-type.

My dad was at one point my best friend, but when he found out mom was having an affair, he changed, he started working more, a year ago they divorced, and things got worst.

I chose to live with dad, but going with mom and his new boyfriend, would have been better, at least than I could expect to be ignored. Hell some nights dad didn't even come home, so I changed, I use to get straight A's, I use to be shy and quiet, but that's changed, I guess losing my virginity also played a part of it.

I lost my V-card to some ass hat, he said I was special, and like some sad teenaged girl in a lifetime movie, I believed it. Once he got what he wanted, he made me out to be some cheap whore, who begged him to take my virginity.

Long story short, I got played. Trouble at home, plus trouble at school and my shit love life, all added up to make me a mean bitch. So me and my dad started to butt heads, we fought like we hated each other.

So that's how I ended up on a plane heading for Ashford Texas, eighteen and graduating high school, and how do I spend my summer? Not interning at Brookmont publishing, like dad promised.

Instead he decides to screw with my future, and postpone my internship, he didn't even get me the job, it was on my own merit, but because he's Adam Frost, one phone call and I'm out of my job.

Next thing I know, he's telling me I'm not mature enough to handle the responsibility of a job, and he's putting me on a plane to stay with my uncle, in the town he and my mom grew up in. The plane got in at around four PM, and my uncle Sam was there to greet me.

"Hey uncle Sam." I said, he didn't move at first, there was something in his eyes, it was like he'd seen a ghost. "What is it?" I asked, hugging him. "Yo-you look just like your mom." He said, and I paid it no attention.

Uncle Sam is older than my father by five minutes, but he looks so much younger, he was six foot two inches, which is two inches taller than my dad, they're both A-types but my uncle chose to marry a women, my aunt Flo.

The last time I saw them, I was nine years old, my cousin's, the twins were seven, and extremely irritating, both of them were arrogant little A-types.

Uncle Sam and I were in his pickup truck, heading down a dusty country road. We were silent, until he asked about my piercings. "Did it hurt getting all those holes put on you?" He asked.

"Yeah kinda, but I like them so it was worth it." I answered, "I know you're use to the city, living in Manhattan and all, but I expect you to work hard while you're here, understood?" He asked.

"When you say work hard, what exactly does that entail, cause I'm not into animals or their shit." I said, "First off language, secondly I expect you to help your aunt Flo, and she works just as hard as the men." He said.

"Wait, are you implying I'm not a man Uncle Sam?" I asked, "No, I'm just saying I know you're a C-type, so even though I don't expect you to do the things us A-types are doing, I still expect hard work." He said, I sucked my teeth.

"What?" He asked smiling at me with a look of adoration, and I shook my head, turning and looking out the window. The silence returned and continued for the rest of the drive.

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Aunt Flo and the twins stood outside as we pulled up to the ranch style home, there was land as far as my eyes could see. The smell of the place was less aggressive than I thought.

It was getting dark, but I noticed another person, one I hadn't seen in photographs, or on Face time, he was attractive, he had that country boy  charm going on.

"Who is that?" I asked, as uncle Sam stopped the car. "That's Oscar Beaumont he's a local kid, we took him in last year, he's an A-type." He added, "Why'd you say it like that?" I asked, frowning at his grinning face. "I think he'd be good for you." He said.

I shook my head no, telling him I wasn't looking for a relationship, and I wasn't, guys  are worthless especially A-types, at least that's how I felt. We got out of the pickup, and Aunt Flo attacked me, she and I were close, she's the only person I always stayed in direct contact with, she's like what my mother use to be.

Except she's a she, with bright blonde curls and a warm smile, we were always chatting on the phone, and now we were in each other's presence, so the A-types excused us as we squealed like girls, I was ashamed like two seconds later

"Hey cuz." Greeted one of the twins, my cousin Elijah. He's older than Elisha by six minutes, and has this permanent cocky smirk plastered on his face. His skin like his father's and his brothers is a deep tan.

"Hello Elijah." I said, guessing correctly which twin he was.

"Hey Bri." Elisha said, yanking me under his arm and tussling my hair. He and every A-type in my family have always called me Bri, feminizing my name simply because I'm a C-type.

"Let me go, and it's Brian, I'm a boy." I spat, my cousins let out identical condescending laughs, before going over and helping uncle Sam with my stuff.

"Brian, I want you to meet Oscar, he's like family and I expect you to treat him kindly." Aunt Flo said. Oscar turned with a smile on his face, and I swallowed my nervousness, before extending my hand for a shake.

He was handsome, short brownish blonde hair and broad shouldered, with his shirt unbuttoned it left his abs exposed to my gawking eyes.

He had sharp cheek bones and leaf green eyes, again I'll say he was handsome, hell he was boarding on fine as fuck.

"Hello." He said shaking my hand, his voice was a deep brassy bass, his accent was thick and full of country charm, it sent a shiver throughout me. It reminded me of my fathers voice, weird how it made me feel safe. He went back to working on the tractor, as he had been doing.

That night was filled with catching up with family, eating a country feast, a feast consisting of fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, string beans and cornbread. Aunt Flo is a great cook, my mom use to cook like that.

Anyway, the night was going fine until I found out I was sharing a room with Oscar, the ranch style home only had four bedrooms. I wasn't use to such a small room, I wasn't accustomed to having to share a room, and I certainly wasn't use to sleeping on a pull out couch.

"Why do I have to share a room with him, I don't know him." I complained to my aunt, "Well you could stay with Elijah and Elisha, but I'm sure you don't want to do that, besides Oscar is a great young man, and I'm sure you two will get along perfectly, just don't let me catch you two fooling around." She said, then she broke out into a cackling laugh.

"I'm not like that." I said, offended. "I know, but I also know you like him. You don't think I learned all about what you guys are like, C-types and A-types I mean." She said, "What do you mean, what are we like?" I asked.

"You're a higher step in human evolution, and studies have shown that A-types and C-types have certain traits, one of them being an undeniable attraction to one another, even if its not physical, I'm lucky that there weren't many C-types around these parts when I met Sam, lucky I've held his attention all these years." She explained.

"What's all that got to do with me?" I asked, "You showed him all the signs of availability, you shook out your hair, releasing pheromones, you still have sweat on your neck, you obviously like him cause sweating is the way your body signals desire. And he put all that bass in his voice, which they do to cause a sense of security in C-types, all and all you like him." She said, I was going to say no, but Uncle Sam, said he was going to bed and that I had better head off too, cause I had an early day.

"Okay, goodnight aunt Flo." I said, heading off with Uncle Sam, letting him lead me throughout the country home, with its  beautiful cherry wood fixtures and elegant homemade furniture.

"Flo was right you know, he's got the look in his eye, and you definitely went all soft and sweet when we introduced you two. So if you and he do eventually get involved, don't have sex with him in this house, understood?" He asked, his southern drawl serious.

"How do you know I'm not a virgin?" I asked, offended by the idea that he thought I was easy. "I can smell it, C-types who are active, you know, no longer virgins, you give off a scent. It's hard to explain, each is different, but yours, it's like a lemon peel. Either way, no sex in the house." He said.

I rolled my eyes but said nothing, we walked up the stairs and through the hall, a hall that was filled with old and new photos of their happy family, I admit I was instantly jealous, but I couldn't be mad, my cousins were lucky.

Uncle Sam led me to the last door in the hall, before telling me he'd see me in the morning, and heading for the master bedroom. I opened the door and I was taking aback, the room was moderate size, but compared to what I was use to, it was a closet not even Potter would sleep in.

The twins stopped laughing when I came in, Oscar was sitting on his bed, they'd been talking. "Come on Lijah, let's leave the newly weds alone." Elisha said, laughing at me and pinching my cheeks.

"Screw you guys." Oscar said, getting up and shoving them out the room, "I'm sure you'll be doing some screwing but it won't be us." Elijah said before Oscar slammed the door.

"You're bed is in the couch, it's a little tricky to pull out." He said, and I was still staring distastefully at the room. The plain walls, huge dresser, there wasn't even a TV, but there was a bookshelf full of books.

"So, you're from New York?" He asked, "Yeah, but who knows how long I'll be here." I said, "Trouble at home?" He asked. I should have known it was getting too personal too quickly, but like a fool I answered.

"Yeah, my dads a bit of dick." I said, "From what I hear your the problem." He said, going over and lying in his bed. "Whatever you heard is wrong, and you can just leave me alone." I said, turned off by his assumptions.

"Whatever, just don't cause any problems while you're here, Sam and Flo are too kind to have some city boy trouble maker, coming in and interrupting their lives." He said.

I pulled my bed from within the blue plush couch, it was a struggle but hearing what he said, made the struggle less of a fight. "Do you think I want to be here, stuck on some farm, my dad sent me here, I wish I was home, at least I have a home, I'm not some charity case." I snapped.

His green eyes darkened, and he got out of bed, I couldn't help that my eyes dropped to his gray sweat pants, the way they were hanging low on his muscular hips, his V cut very prominent.

"I'll say this only once." He said, his tone dark and threatening, his voice way deeper than before. "You better watch yourself, I'm not above putting you in your place, remember who's the A-type, Bri." He said, stabbing his thick finger into my chest.

"Don't touch me." I said, slapping his hand away, "Just watch yourself City boy." He growled, before stomping over to his bed. I quickly unpacked my stuff, putting it in the three drawers that were open, and using the empty hangers, that sat in the open closet.

I grabbed my night clothes, and my hygiene products, I took my towel and left the room.
I was looking for the bathroom, and I found it, but before I could take my shower, another door opened and Elisha stuck his head out. "Darn, you guys fighting already?" He asked.

"Oh shut up." I said, making my way into the bathroom and shutting the door.

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The next morning a war started, Oscar and I went from being strangers to bitter enemies, I was asleep, when I was rudely awakened.

"Sam wants you up, so get up Bri!" Oscar shouted, kicking my bed. "W-what?" I stammered trying to get focus. "Get up!" He commanded, and I focused realizing who he was, remembering all of the previous night.

"Go fuck yourself." I cursed, his eyes widened in disbelief, I laid my face back in my feather soft pillow, and tried to return to the world of dreams. "When I come back, you better be showered and dressed, or you'll be sorry." He warned.

"Fuck off!" I screeched, and he left the room.

It felt like minutes went by, then I was awoken again, "Breakfast is over, now you won't eat until lunch, get up!" Oscar's deep voice yelled, then a deadly cold wet, drenched me, it covered my body.

I snapped awake instantly, and I prepared to attack Oscar, but he was gone with a deep chuckle. I got out of bed grumbling angrily of how I would get him back.

I grabbed a towel, and some clothes, then I went and took a shower. I finished quickly, because there was no hot water.

I got downstairs, and my eyes snapped over to the front door, Oscar stood with the twins and my uncle, they were laughing about something, I knew the something was me, when Elisha looked over and asked wasn't I old enough to no longer be having wet dreams.

"Go to hell, shit face." I said, the room went silent. "Eh! We don't talk like that in this house, apologize now." Uncle Sam said, his voice scarier than I'd ever heard.

But no way hell was I apologizing, I'd done nothing wrong, I was practically an adult, if I want to curse I'll curse. "Apologize!" He shouted, everyone was watching Uncle Sam and I, waiting for me to crack.

"No." I said, my head down, my voice at it's lowest frequency, I couldn't control it. "No, hmmm. Okay, Os I want you to take him with you for the day, all your work, it's his make sure he does it all." He commanded, and Oscar nodded.

"I tried to be cool, but some stuff I won't let go, and that type of language is one of them, I'm not my brother Adam,  you'll apologize, or everyday until you do will be spent like today, come on boys." Uncle Sam said, opening the door, going out, the twins followed him.

"Meet me out front, Flo, he didn't eat, can you give him something." Oscar said, giving me a sorry look, then leaving the house. "What was that?" Aunt Flo asked.

"It's that idiot Oscar's fault, he threw a bucket of ice water on me, then they all were laughing at me, what was I suppose to do?" I asked, "Let it go, let me give you a word of advice, you may not know this, because you're dad has always been a gentle giant, but A-types are ruthlessly hard. You should apologize so you can come work with me, the work they do isn't for you." She explained.

"I can handle it." I said, she shook her head and walked over to the oven, from within it she pulled out two thick breakfast sandwiches, "Take them with you, you've got work to do." She said, wiping her hands on her apron, her face full of disappointment and worry.

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Twenty minutes later, I was out at one of the barns, it was a bright apple red, pretty to the eye, it had three windows on both the north and south sides, as well as two sets of double dutch swinging doors.

Inside hay was thrown around, there were loose Horse shoes, buckets, stalls, there was a ladder that led to the space above. My sandwiches were gone and it was time to work. "What do I do?" I asked, "I want to apologize first, I didn't mean to get you in trouble." He said.

We were alone so I was weary of fighting with him, but I didn't want his apology, "Save it, just tell me what to do." His eyes narrowed, and his nose flared. "Fine, you can start by cleaning out the stalls, then we'll get to the real stuff." He said, before going over to one of three haystacks and sitting down

I got to work, I swept out the filthy stalls, picked up and stacked all the loose horse shoes, I used a wagon to move a huge slab of a salt lick, the work was boring, but not overly hard.

It took me thirty minutes to do it all, and when I was done I took notice of Oscar, he sat watching me with a smirk on his face. "Well done, you ready to prove how much of a boy you are Bri?" He asked.

"Just tell me what to do." I demanded, he shrugged and stood up. "See the haystacks, there's thirty seven of them, you have to take each one of them up to the hayloft." He said, pointing upward at the sealed off space above us.

"I can't carry those up the ladder." I said, he chuckled, "I didn't expect you to, you stack them on the block and tackle, it's like an elevator, stack them then send the elevator up, and you'll restack them up there." He said, he pulled out a cigarette, lit it and had a seat.

"Mr goody goody smokes?" I asked, "I thought you were shuttin up and workin, you don't want my apology, so I don't want to talk to you about anything other than work." He said, I huffed and went over to the hay stack.

I tried lifting one, and it was harder than I thought, it's not that C-types are weak, we just have less strength than regular guys, were barely stronger than women, but totally weaker than an average man.

Its because of the hormone Sovtrine, it's like a mix of estrogen and testosterone, but its also different, its more, it's like a super estrogen, giving C-types the gift of bearing life, but than there's the tiny bit of testosterone, just enough to keep C-types male.

Well Sovtrine was at fault for my struggle with the hay, when I finally got one it was a struggle carrying it over to the lift. I dropped it and watched as Oscar lifted two in one arm, all while smoking his cigarette.

He carried them with ease, the bulge of his bicep muscle barely noticeable, he wasn't even using his strength. It wasn't that special, it's just their hormone Testosterone X.

It's the thing that makes them, them. Strong, athletic, dominant, aggressive, but they have just enough Sovtrine to keep them from having rages and other steroid type side effects.

He dropped the two hay bushels, and smiled. "Why are you even trying? Just go say sorry to Sam, than you can go help Flo." He said, the way he said it wasn't mean or anything, but I still didn't like it.

"I can do it, I don't need your help, so just finish your smoke and leave me the hell alone." I hissed, his eyes darkened, and he flicked his cigarette, he stalked towards me.

I was intimated, his smell was intensifying, it was a woodsy musk; it was overriding my thoughts, I took a step back, and I tripped over my foot. I was going down, I was gonna hit the ground, but I froze an inch from the hard earth. One of Oscar's hands were in the small of my back, the other of them was gripping my hip.

He lifted me onto my feet, it was intense and cliche, but it got worst, when my neck and forearms started to sweat, releasing pheromones into the air, he inhaled, once, twice, than my scent hit him.

He pulled me towards him, my short body up against his much taller one. "You smell good, is that why you're being such a bitch, are you menstruating? Your hormones are probably raging, you need an A-type to scratch that itch your feeling, right? You want me to do it?" He asked, and my heart rate spiked.

"L-let me go." I said, he smirked, and bent his head to whisper in my ear. "Get back to work Bri." His voice sent a hard stutter throughout me, I trembled when his lips touched my jaw.

"Get done." He said, walking away from me and going out of the barn.
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POV
Oscar

I walked out of the barn, looking across the fields I could see Sam, the twins and the hired help. Some of them were over near the chicken coops, Sam was on a horse leading the cows, the twins were fixing the fence, so I decided to get some air and help them.

Luckily because of how much land there is the walk to the fence took a few minutes, it was enough time for me to lose my hard-on and the scent that came with it.

That fucking C-type, all defiant and angry, he was the finest piece I'd ever seen, and I can admit I was smitten, even though I didn't show it. I can't help it, it's not in mine or any other A-types nature to be soft, but when he tripped over his own foot, trying to get away from me.

It triggered my instinct and I grabbed him, trying to protect him, he started oozing pheromones, he smelled like citrus, it made my adrenal gland and balls release more TestosteroneX.

Our bodies were instinctively reacting, and we wanted to copulate, at least on a instinctual level. I approached the twins and picked up a hammer.

"You guys need help?" I asked. "Where's your C-type?" Lijah asked, "He's not mine jerk, the kid doesn't even like me." I said, "Bull and you know it." Elisha said.

The rest of the day went by like normal, and at lunch when I went to check on Brian I was surprised to find him with only six hay bushels left, he had one more trip up the lift and he would be done. Any one of us on the farm could have done what he did, in twenty minutes tops, but he was a C-type so I was impressed.

"Time for lunch, come on." I said, as he wiped sweat off his brow with his shirt, and I noticed his bare top half. He wasn't hard bodied, he had a soft body, his hips were wide perfect for child-baring, and his stomach had the slightest bit of baby fat.

Fantasies shot through my head, faster than any bullet could have. Him beneath me whining in pleasure, his throat hoarse from his screams.

"I know my way to the house, just leave me alone." He shot, walking away from me, out the barn and up the hill that led to the house. He was so fucking confusing.

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After an awkward lunch filled with silence, we all got back to work, the rest of the day went by quickly, poor Brian was beat, he took an hour shower after he was done working. He ate dinner in silence, wincing ever so often when he moved a certain way.

That night I thought surely he would cave, but he didn't, after dinner he politely excused himself and went to bed. When I got to the room, he was knocked out.

He was so angelic while he was sleeping, I think that's when the truth hit me, I was falling for him, I wanted him.

I undressed and went to take a shower, my shower was good, it relieved some stress, but that stress wasn't gone, it was made worst by my dream that night.

The next day was the same, only this time he was up, showered and ready. He ate breakfast and was drinking coffee with Flo, when the rest of us walked in. "You ready to apologize?" Sam asked, his voice groggy.

"I'm ready to work, so what's the job?" He asked, that New York, New York accent shinin through. "You think you're tuff son? I bet you I get my apology." Sam said.

He didn't, not that day when Sam made him clean out the pig pens, he was covered in shit and mud by the end of the day, not to mention the bruises from his many slippery falls.

He didn't break, a whole week went by, and he was still unfazed, it drove me wild watching him grow in strength, within a month there wasn't a job on the farm he couldn't do.

He however did break when Elijah's boyfriend Drew invited Brian to a party, he asked Sam at dinner on the Friday in question, we were all going, and Brian still hadn't been off the farm.

"I'll tell you the same as the last time, you don't have any privileges, until you say sorry." Sam said, Brian without hesitation said, "I apologize for cursing in your presence. May I go to the party, please uncle Sam." His voice went up two octaves, and like any A-type would've Sam caved.

"You may, tomorrow is the farmers market so be back by one." Sam said. And just like that their month long feud was over, weird right? Brian took off upstairs and didn't come back down until Drew rung the doorbell, an hour later. Drew is a partier hidden beyond a gentle innocent smile, and a head of curly hair.

He's half black, so his tan is a little deeper than the average white guy, if you never met his mom you wouldn't know he wasn't all white.

Elijah is so whipped when it comes to the tiny guy, he didn't hesitate to snatch the door open and grab him, he attacked his lips, aggressively pinning him against the wall.

"Hey h-hey wait, your mom a-and dad are right there." Drew moaned, his head turning and giving Elijah access to his neck. Elijah couldn't hear him, Drew like other C-types couldn't help but leak pheromones, and it was clearly drivin Lijah insane.

He had the poor boy, trapped between the wall and his tall body, he was sniffing and kissing Drew's neck.
 
"Elijah, pull back." Sam demanded, and Elijah groaned, but listened, he also gave his dad a sorry look. "Where's Brian?" Drew asked. "I'm ready." Brian's loud mouth yelled. Then he was walking down the stairs, and time froze for me.

He was wearing yellow low tops with green  short shorts and a yellow and green T-shirt that didn't cover up his belly button ring, he had in his gauges, and the nose ring, he looked so slutty, but in a clean and beautiful way.

He has a great ass, I mean perfect, all round and bubbly, the shorts weren't hiding it, his shapely hips weren't hidden either. I wanted to feel the pretty legs that seem to have no end. "Uh uh, go right back upstairs and change." Sam said, "Aunt Flo." Brian whined.

"Aunt Flo, my ass, there'll be A-types at that party, and you are barely dressed, and not to put you on the spot, but I can smell you, luckily we're kin, so go change!" He commanded.

"Oh Sam chill out, the twins are with him, and I'm sure Oscar won't let anything happen to him." She said, and Brian cut his gray eyes at me with hate. He still hadn't accepted my apology.

"I'll watch out for him." I promised, and that was that. We left the house walking down the hill towards the cars, "What happened to being a boy, Bri?" I asked, watching his ass bounce and shake with each step, he stopped giggling and laughing like a girl with Drew.

"Leave him alone Os, you wouldn't notice how much of a boy he was or wasn't, if you weren't drooling all over yourself looking at his ass." Drew said, slapping Brian's ass, and dragging him off away from us.

They walked off laughing. We all climbed into the twins red truck, and off we drove, heading towards Sheefly creek.

It was a twenty minute drive from the house, and it's one of the designated hangout spots for teens around my neck of the woods. The camp site was cluttered with people, there were a shit ton of regular teens, and maybe seventeen subhumans, ten were A-types, me and the twins included.

The other seven were C-types, being the only teen subhumans in town, we all know each other. There was food on the picnic tables, and kegs all around. As soon as we got out of the car, Brian tried racing off, I stopped him.

"Sam said for me to watch out for you." I said, his hand in mine. "I don't need a babysitter, and I already have a father, so mind your business." He said, yanking away from me. I decided to let him have his fun, he earned it, and I could always watch him from a distance.

Watching out for him was a lot harder, when my friends started talking to me. "Hey Os, you want a Tiny Xsplosion." My friend Kurt asked, he held out his hand offering me a lime colored pill with an A on it.

The pill was a powerful drug, one created especially for A-types, since we have a hard time getting high off other drugs. Tx's are like super ecstasy, steroids and speed all in one.

It boost testosterone X in A-types, while giving a touchy feely, rush kind of high, I tried it a few times, but coming down is a bitch, so I turned it down. "Cool, if you change your mind, Todd has more." Kurt said, popping two pills in his mouth, and walking off to grind on some girl.

Everything was fine, Elijah was off next to a tree, Drew's back was against the tree, while they grinded to the music from the speakers.

Elisha, never really was attracted to C-types, he takes after his dad I guess. He was dancing with Missy Walker, the girl he's been screwing since we were all freshman.

It was at that moment that I started searching for Brian, he wasn't near the food as he had just been, he wasn't dancing, and I immediately climbed off the hood of some random truck.

Looking around I noticed Todd was missing too, I started to sniff Brian out, heightened sense of smell is one of the gifts of subhuman evolution, a few deep inhales, and that lemony smell of his slipped pass my nose, I latched on and followed it.

It led me away from the group of partiers and back aways into the woods, I listened into the night around me, the party was faded into the back ground, and my ears grabbed the sound of soft moans.

"Right there, uh it feels so good." I heard Brian moan. I raced towards the sounds, and found what I was looking for, Brian was against one of the tall maple trees, his thighs wrapped around Todd's waist. They weren't screwing yet, but Todd had his hands down Brian's pants, stroking him, I'd caught them in time.

"Put him down, now." I said, my voice at it's lowest register, my tone challenging. "Are you two an item?" Todd asked, his back still to me, his hips still grinding into Brian, his hand still pumping his denim covered prick.

"Put him the fuck down, before I beat your ass for the fifth time." I said, and Todd sighed, he let go of Brian and walked away, saying whatever.

"Wh-what the hell?" Brian asked, his speech was slurred, his eyes were unfocused, he was high. "What did you take?" I asked, he smirked, "Something called a tiny xplosion, I am lit as fuck." He said, his hands rubbing his exposed flesh.

He started to sweat, he was tweaking, his fingers were wiggling, his whole body seemed to be moving, even as he stood still staring dazed at the night around him.

"We have to go, come on, I'm taking you to the hospital." I said, reaching for his hand. He yanked away from me, his face was serious for a second, before the drug made him burst into a fit of giggles.

"I'm so hard, I wan-want to mmmm." He moaned, his tiny fingers quickly started going down his shorts, his hand found what it was looking for, and without shame he started jerking off.

His smell was intense, it was like a dense fog, and I started to sweat, his scent was causing me to react, I could smell how ready he was, he was ripe, and I wanted to taste his fruit.

It was hard, but I pulled my instincts back, "You need to get to the hospital, you are in danger." I said, trying to reason with him.

"Shut up, I can han-handle my mo-molly." He whined, jerking faster. "It's not Molly, its Tx, and you need to get your system flushed." I said, knowing his body couldn't handle the amount of Testosterone X levels from the pill.

I grabbed his hands pulling them out of his pants, his eyes rolled back and he screamed, "I need to, it-it hurts, it-it hur-hurts, plea-please, make it stop, touch my dick." He cried, struggling to get back to relieving the hard-on he was experiencing.

Tx also acts like an extremely powerful Viagra, so I knew he was in pain, if he was an A-type could handle the amount of juice he was feeling, the erections the pills give, only get worst the longer it's left unattended.

I was carrying him off, and he was grinding into my hip, humping me like a horny street dog. "Put me down!" He yelled, shoving my head, but never stopping his humping. "Put me down, I need to cum, hey-hey, Oscar make me shoot a load." He whined, and I so tempted, but I couldn't take advantage of him like that.

He made a scene all the way to the truck, I put him inside and ran to go get the twins, when I had them we raced back to the car, Brian was twisting in discomfort in the back of the truck.

"You were suppose to be watching him." Elisha said, his eyes boring into me. "I was, he snuck off with Todd, while I was distracted, he gave him some Tx, Brian needs his system flushed, Tx doesn't mix with C-type body chemistry, so just drive." I snapped, and Elijah took off.

Drew was in the back with Brian, Brian was coming down, and it was showing, he was sweating so bad that his shirt was wet, he was trembling, his eyes kept rolling back into his head.

"I-I didn't know. I thought it w-was molly, I'm sorry." Brian told Drew, "Shhh, it's gonna be okay, it is, I promise." Drew said.

"Drive faster baby." Drew pleaded, and the car lurched forward. "Dad, yes it's an emergency! Meet us at the hospital its Bri, somebody slipped him something... Yeah... Yeah... No.... Saint Paul's, okay we'll see you." Elisha said.

"They're meeting us at the hospital." Elisha said, hanging up his phone.

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I don't know what I expected, I had no expectations, but I didn't expect for Sam to go off on us, he was madder than I'd ever seen him and I've known him since I was eight.

He wasn't just mad at me, he was mad at the twins as well, we were standing in the waiting room, it was empty, mostly because the other families could feel the tension pouring off of Sam.

A-types exhibit more of the primal characteristics of mans early ancestors, so our anger is more like a burning rage. Sam was pacing, I was leaning against the wall, Elisha was next to the coffee machine, he was on his fifth cup.

Elijah was standing near the windows Drew was wrapped in his arms, Flo was trying and failing to calm Sam down, "No Flo, they should have been watching him, hell they shouldn't have been at a party where there were drugs." He ranted.

"Dad it wasn't lik..."

"Shut the hell up! You should have been watching him!" He shouted, "Do you want me to call Adam?" Flo asked. "No, I'll call him, how do I tell him, I was wrong, I never should have brought him here." He said.

"Dad, just let me explain?" Elisha said, "No! Shut up! Your brother is in there practically dying, and you're out here making excuses!" He yelled. I assumed he meant cousin, but Elijah wasn't the assuming kind.

"Dad, what do you mean brother?" He asked, Sam was frozen, he wasn't looking at us. "Dad!" Elijah shouted. "It's too long a story to get into, but Brian is my son." Sam said, leaving us in silence.

Sam left the room, saying he was going to call Brian's dad Adam, as soon as he was gone, Elisha and Elijah bashed their mom upside her head with questions.

"I'm not telling you the story, it's not my place, but two years before I moved to Ashford, your father and a C-type had Brian, the rest your father will tell you in his own time." Flo said, ending the conversation.

"Adam's coming, and the doctor said he's stable, we can go see him now." Sam said, holding his hand out to Flo. "No, you three can stay here." He spat, when we tried to go with them.

"Are you coming Drew?" Flo asked.

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Brian had to stay in the hospital for another three days, just to be safe. His father Adam arrived at the house early the next morning, and his anger rivaled his twins.

I was awoken by their shouting, I got out off bed quickly when I heard Flo screaming, I ran down the stairs and came into the living room, just as Adam and Sam went down, their connected bodies smashing across the hard coffee table, destroying it.

"Dad stop!" Elisha yelled, he and Elijah grabbing the two of them, while Flo stood in the background crying. "Get the hell off me boy!" Adam growled, pushing Elisha.

"Don't touch my Son!" Sam yelled, spinning his brother around and slamming his fist into his face, sending him flying over Flo's white couch. They were riled up, Adam only took seconds to recover.

"Yeah that's right, he's your son, Bri is mine, he's been mine since I was nineteen, when you wanted to give him up to the state, cause you weren't man enough to raise him on your own." Adam said, wiping blood and spit from his jaw.

"He's still my son, and I'm taking him home." Adam continued, walking around the couch and straight up to his identical brother. "He's not going back to that Godless city with you, if you'd been doing your job as his dad he wouldn't have even thought about touching drugs, it was a mistake giving my child to you." Sam said.

"Fuck you." Adam dead voiced, then swung a mean right, knocking Sam on his ass, Adam stormed out, but stopped at the archway when Sam spoke, "I'm telling him the truth, the moment I see him." Adam turned and glared at his brother.

"If you think he'll choose to stay here, once he knows the truth, then you don't him." Adam said, he left the front door slamming behind him.

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THREE DAYS LATER

Brian was coming home, Adam wanted to take him and just go home, but Brian surprisingly wasn't ready to go. So Flo decided to throw him a little party, but because of how relieved she was, she ended up cooking him a feast fit for thirty.

I mean meatloaf and potatoes, chicken both fried and roast, the list went on and on, it was a litany of exaggerations, but the drama had just started, Sam kept true to his word, as soon as Brian came through the door, he was up and in his face.

"I'm glad your okay, we're going to talk about you taking drugs some time in the near future, but right now I have something really important to tell you." Sam said. Flo, Drew, the twins and I knew Sam planned on telling Bri the truth, but we didn't think he'd be so quick about it.

"Right now isn't the time Sam, please." Adam said, bustling himself and Bri through the door, and off into the decorations covered house.

"Before we go any further, he needs to know." Sam said, "What's so important?" Bri asked. "You want to tell him, tell him, I'll be outside Bri." Adam said, "Adam don--"

"Go to hell." Adam sneered cutting Sam off, and leaving the house. "Come on guys, let's head to the living room." Flo said, and we all went, even though we were all desperate to hear.

"Mom, I wanted to know what he had to say for himself." Elisha said. "Watch it, it's really not your business." Flo said, "The hell it isn't, he kept something like this from us for sixteen years, can you imagine how screwed Bri is gonna feel, he'll probably hate us, for something your husband did." Elijah snapped.

"I think you both better lower your voices, and if you ever curse at me again, I'll slap the taste outta your mouth." Flo said, "Shh." I said, when I heard Sam speak.

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POV
Brian

I sat down, starring at my uncle, I was starting to get nervous, I thought he was going to tell me something happened to my mom, turns out he was, just not the mom I was thinking of.

"Do you remember when I came to pick you up from the airport?" He asked, "Yeah why?" I asked. "Do you remember my reaction to seeing you?" He asked. "Yes, you seemed startled." I answered.

"When I told you you looked just like your mother, I was on the verge of tears, I wasn't talking about your mom Danny, I was talking about yo-your real mom." He said.

I heard him, but I couldn't form a reaction, I was frozen, struck dumb from the bomb he'd just dropped, but to my surprise it got worse.

"Adam isn't your father Bri, I am. Your real mother was named Brian, he was eighteen and I was a year older when he had you, he died bringing you into the world. You gotta understand, I wasn't ready for a kid, I was scared and you were a C-type, I didn't know how to raise you, Adam was already running his company, it wasn't doing great but he had money, and he had Danny; they offered to take you, so I did what I thought was best." Sam finished speaking, and we sat there.

I was on the last day of my period, so I'm glad to say my hormones were raging, and I released all of it. In seconds I was standing, "You thought it best to lie to me for eighteen years, to turn me into some sad made for TV movie? If you hadn't thought I was going to die, would you have even told me?" I asked.

"Yes, I would have told you, I wanted to tell you years ago, but I couldn't, you were nine years old, and when your dad found out I wanted to tell you, he took you to New York, and you never came back." He said.

"Bullshit, I spoke to you hundreds of times, and you never gave even the slightest bit of a hint, if dad hadn't taken me, would you have given me up?" I asked, "I wasn't ready to be a father." He said, "The twins are two years younger than me, two years later you were ready to suddenly be an awesome dad. Just answer my question, would you have given me up?" I asked again.

"Yes, Your mom was dead, he was my rock, I was broken, please you have to understand." He said, his voice cracking. "I don't understand, and I don't care to hear anything else, I'm leaving." I said, but he of course tried to stop me. "Let go!!!" I screamed, and he did so in shock.

I walked out of the living room, and out the front door. I walked out to where my dad sat smoking a joint, "So I guess you hate me now?" He asked, exhaling a cloud of smoke.

"No, I don't hate either of you, even though it feels like it on the inside, but I don't want to talk to you either, so I'm gonna go." I said, heading off the porch. "Where are you going?" He asked, standing up.

"There's a Hilton in town, I'll stay there." I said, "I'm not gonna pay for you to run away from me." He said, "I have my own money, I had Drew bring my stuff to the hospital, that's why I didn't eat the hospital food." I explained, texting Drew to come outside.

"Where did you get an ATM card?" He asked, I've saved every penny you've ever given me, every babysitting job, and all the house sitting money, eighteen years worth of saving adds up." I answered, as the door opened and everyone came out.

"Bri, be reasonable, talk to me please." Sam begged, "Drew can you give me a ride into town?" I asked, "Sure, let's go." He said, "Can I tag along?" Elijah asked, and I was set to say yes, but Drew spoke up.

"I actually need to talk to him in private." He said, Lijah gave him a look, but stepped back up into the porch. Without another word I took off towards Drew canary yellow Mercedes, a gift from his wealthy grandmother.

"Where to?" He asked, when we were in the car. "The Hilton in town." I said, he started the car and I watched sadly as both my dads disappeared from view.

"So what are you going to do?" Drew asked, shaking a bunch of brownish blonde curls out of his eyes. "I don't know, do I go home, or do I stay here and get to know Sam as my father?" I asked, "I would love to tell you to stay, but I can't, you have to decide on your own. I will say though, you're a lot different than you were when I met you, and that was only five weeks ago." He said.

"Different how?" I asked, "You rarely curse, you're all please and thank you, yes sir and no sir, you're nicer. So maybe New York isn't the place for you to be your best self." He claimed. "What did you have to talk me about?" I asked, I wanted to change the subject.

"Oh, just the fact that I'm pregnant." He said, I turned in my seat and stared upside his head. "What? Does Elijah know?" I asked, "I'm not ready to be a mom, so I'm working up the courage to tell him, I'm not sure I want to keep it." He said.

I wanted to yell at him, to tell him that it was wrong, but I knew that that was just anger from my own experience. "It's your kid, and maybe right now you aren't ready, but nobody is ever truly ready for a kid, just don't rush any decisions. Talk to Elijah." I said.

The rest of the drive was semi silent.

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The hotel was nice, it was a great room, spacious and full of four star luxury, I took a shower, had a sad turkey sandwich and tried watching some TV. Around the third episode of the Golden Girls, something in me broke, I was thinking about my mom and how I never felt connected to him, I thought about all the smiles and laughs I shared with Sam over the phone, all the chances he had to tell me the truth.

I needed someone to talk to, so I called Nico, my best friend from home, we talked, and after I told him everything, he decided to drop his vacation in Paris and fly out to meet me, but once we hung up, I was back to being alone, that loneliness, the one I had before coming to Ashford, it returned with a vengeance, and I started crying again.

I didn't want to be alone, I wanted a distraction, I couldn't call Drew because he most likely was with Elijah, and vice versa. I couldn't call Aunt Flo, because she knew about this secret and also said nothing, I couldn't call Elisha, because he'd try to make me forgive hi-- I mean our dad.

So I called the one person I could, I called Oscar, I sent a text to Drew, who got his number from Elijah. I called him, and waited for him to answer. "Hello." He answered, the deep voice bringing a sense of calm over me.

"It's Brian, um I was w-wondering if you would come keep me company." I stated, "Really, me?" He asked. "Yes, please." I said, "The Hilton?" He asked, I told him yes and he said he was on his way.

A half an hour later there was a knock on my door, I got up and opened the door. He was standing there as tall as the door way itself, wearing his typical checkered button up, and faded Levi's, he looked down on me and gave me a look of utter pity. "Can I hug you?" He asked.

I wanted more than a hug, I wanted a distraction, I needed something to take my mind off of my problems. "Make love to me." I said, the look on his face was priceless.

His eyes went wide and he looked unsure, so I went up on the tips of my toes, and connected our lips. Whoa, he was a great kisser, his lips were softly firm and when he slipped me some tongue my toes curled.

The kiss was full passion, passion I didn't know was even there, his hand felt full of strength as it cupped the back of my neck, his other hand slid up my leg and thigh, under the T-shirt I was wearing and cupped my ass, pulling me impossibly closer.

"How come you never dressed like this in our room?" He asked, running his middle finger along my spine. "Cause it was your room." I answered, "Come home and it'll be our room." He said and I kissed him again.

The kiss was electrifying, the small and almost invisible hairs, on my arms and neck stood up, like a frightened cat.

He gripped my chin and lifted my neck and head up and to the side, the attack on my neck was one without mercy, my inner thighs got hot and moist, the back of my neck was sweating, my forehead and palms.

He pulled back , his sweet breath fanning my face, his forehead was sweating, and I could smell that hard woodsy scent. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked.,

"Please, I-I just don't want to think about anything right now, so please just help me take my mind off it." I said, he nodded and started unbuttoning his shirt. The sight of him shirtless, I was use to it, but not while high level doses of testosterone X was oozing throughout his body.

Every vein showed, his abs were way more prominent, his eyes were a smokey green, and blazing with lust, and his hard on was raging, it was straining against the tight Levi's.

My body temperature started to rise, I could feel my sphincter leaking, I was ready to mate, our primal instincts exploded, and I yanked his jeans down, watching in awe as his cock bounced up with fertile force.

Our lips met again and he lifted me up into his, my thighs wrapping around his waist, his hands tugging my hair, while his tongue aggressively took my mouth.

In a moan my back was against the cotton sheets of the bed, his hard-on grazed my opening and I moaned. "How experienced are you?" He asked, "I- I lost my virginity six months ago." I said honestly.

"I knew, I knew you were a good boy, Bri." He said, smirking at the face I made, in a second he was kissing his way down my body, his tongue trailed down my pass my belly button, that was making me moan, but I screamed when his hot mouth, engulfed the head of my weeping meat.

I'd never had that before, head. It was intense, especially with the fact that he was good at it, he had me so focused on his toecurling blowjob, that I didn't notice two of his fingers slip inside my drenched hole.

Both sensations sent my head swirling, before long, my stomach was raising and falling in a faster rhythm, I was panting. Soon he was working four fingers in and out of me and I was moaning like a whore.

"I-I'm I gotta, mmm." I whined unable to warn him, "Let me taste it Bri." He said, popping my cock from his mouth and watching as I released in his mouth and all over his lips, he smirked, licking his lips.

"It's good, here taste." He said, lapping up a stray streak from my thigh and bringing it up to my mouth, he held the stray cum out to me on his tongue and I reached up sucking it off. He groaned into our open mouthed kiss and at the same time sliding deep inside me.

I screamed from the quick intrusion, but when he lifted my leg and folded it behind his back, it allowed him to go deeper, and when went deeper he hit my sweet spot.

"Oh fuck!" I shouted, he did again, than again, he kept doing it until my hole was a wet creamy lather, until with each thrust my ass made a wet sloshing sound, his balls kept slapping my ass.

"You feel so good, Bri." He groaned, he rolled over so I was on top, "Come on, fuck me." He growled slapping both my ass cheeks. I whimpered as I repeatedly impaled myself on his long and thick appendage.

It hurt so good, it was a pain I didn't want to stop experiencing, the full feeling, the way my nipples were so hard they hurt, but I couldn't stop, I rode it so long my knees started to shake, "I got you." He said, flipping me again.

"Fuck me harder." I moaned, gripping his ass, and forcing him to fuck into me both harder and deeper. "Oscar, I'm so fuckin close, ma-make me cum." I cried, and he started to move faster, hitting my spot faster and faster, until it felt like I would explode.

"You are so beautiful." He groaned continuing to strike my spot, the pleasure he gave me was ridiculous, but when we finally released, I felt him erupt inside of me, and my balls clenched and I started crying, it felt so good, I can't even explain.

But as my euphoric afterglow set in, Oscar suddenly got serious, he lay stroking my damp hair. "You gotta forgive your dads, they l---"

"I called you here to help get my mind off that, don't fuck it up." I said, "They love you, I'd kill you for that." He said. "You don't know shit." I spat, and I was under him instantly, "No you don't know shit, those two are warring over you, you know what type of father I had, the kind that beat my mother until he couldn't walk, he beat him so bad he died, that's why I live with Sam, you think you got it bad, you don't know bad. I can't tell you what to do, but I'll be damn if I watch you spit in the face of two men who tried to do what they thought was best for you." He said, and I snapped.

"Get out,  just get the fuck out!" I shouted, he huffed but got naked out of bed, he got dressed and headed for the door. "I think you should get to know Sam as a father. If not some day you'll regret it." With that he left, and I was alone again.
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