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Date: Sun, 25 Aug 2024 21:17:27 +0200
From: Ryan White <liciousryan@gmail.com>
Subject: Holy Shit, My Brother Is Hot, Chapter 10

AHOY PEEPS!!

Well, this is it...the tenth and final chapter to this story.

All that I can say is THANK YOU...YOU all made writing this epic tale worth
while. All the emails, all the feedback, all the chats, all the words of
encouragement. Egging me on to do my best for you, chapter in, chapter out.

Okay, so the finale contains a TIME JUMP stretching SEVEN years.

It also might contain a THREESOME #hides

Enjoy the tenth chapter!
Ryan xx




HOLY SHIT, MY BROTHER IS HOT!
CHAPTER TEN



"JESUS, JACK! You're a God damn vet, now HELP HIM!" he spat towards me, his
voice breaking.

I reached over and I instinctively, placed two of my fingers at the inside
crevice of the horse's jaw. I waited a few seconds, before I moved quickly
towards his front leg, just above the knee, as I had been taught, and
repeated the notion.

Finally, out of fear of telling Lucas what he never wanted to hear, I
walked to the back of Silver's body, and repeated the process, by reaching
up underneath his tail, checking for ANY sign of a pulse.

I sighed as it all confirmed what my experience was telling me.

Silver was gone.

Lucas knew...the moment that he saw my face, he KNEW.

I had honest to God, never seen a more heartbreaking image before in my
life, as Lucas desperately threw himself at his horse's body, clinging to
Silver like his life depended on it, even in death, refusing to leave his
side.

As I stared up at the half-burned down house, I knew...that from tonight
onwards...

...nothing would EVER be the same, EVER again.

**

It was the morning after the night before, per say.  And not any of us, not
a single fucking person of this family could believe what we had made
through, what we had to survive, and that somehow, we did.

I held my mother's left hand in mine, as my eyes met those of my brother
Van, as he held her right, before we walked over to where our proud farm
house used to be a staple of family gatherings and epic love stories on
this ranch. There were of course tales of heartache inside as well, rooms
and rooms of history, all now burnt down to the finest of ashes.

It was hard to believe, that only yesterday morning, we still had breakfast
in here, as a family, not knowing that it would be our last.

"Oh my gosh...look at this place!" my sister Natasha said, her voice as raw
and hoarse as the rest of ours, as she carefully made her way through the
piles and piles of black and darkness, her eyes tearing up as she reached
down and carefully, her huge pregnant belly in the way, pulled up my
mother's favourite chair from what used to be our kitchen, as my younger
brother Lucas followed us, like a mere zombie in line for another
crucifixion.

Half our house had burned down to the ground in the early hours of this
morning, and all because some homophobes had lashed out in me even being
here...that was ALL that was going through my tired mind.

I DID THIS.

None of this would have EVER happened if I had just kept away, stayed away
from the very moment that my father had chased me away from this ranch
eight years ago.

But no...NO!

I had to fucking come back here and fall so hard in love with my kid
brother Lucas, and totally fuck up HIS entire life in the process, to the
point where I had been forced to watch...and probably will never get the
sheer morbid image out of my head, in the manner which he had mourned the
loss of Silver, his beloved horse that our father had given to him when he
had turned the mere age of twelve, who had unfortunately perished in the
horrible farm attack.

"Those Lavery twins are going to PAY for this!" Van hissed as he held our
mother close to him, the latter not having said a single world since this
all had happened. She just...kept staring out in front of her much like
Lucas had been doing, and it literally KILLED me to see them like this.

"Don't forget their father! You heard what he said to Jack yesterday! I
wouldn't be surprised if he had sent them to do this in the first place!"
Tash cried out, as she sighed...tired as hell from being nearly eight
months pregnant by this stage.

Van placed his free hand on my shoulder and softly squeezed it.

"You should check on Lucas, okay? He's not coping," he whispered to me.

I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair. Never in my life, did I think
that I would be HERE...standing in front of a burned-out kitchen and half
burned down living room...watching literally my entire life go up in smoke,
but here I was.

Brian Lavery had sent his twin boys to do this, because he had refused to
do business with us anymore...just because I was gay. My mother had told
him, good and proper, that if he wasn't prepared to accept me as a co-owner
of Sabre Peak Ranch, then he wasn't welcome here any more.

Combine that with that fact that Lucas had entered into a fake relationship
with his daughter, and the twins' sister Lee-Anne, and that he dropped her
only a few days ago without any sort of explanation, and you had every
reason to believe just WHY this all happened.

I forced myself over to Lucas, who was kneeling down at the spot where the
kitchen table were situated only a few hours still before, and I watched as
he slowly reached down and allowed some ash filter through his fingers, as
he was trying to allow his brain register what had happened. I knelt down,
and gently ran my fingers through the back of his dirty blond hair.

"I'm not even going to ask if you are okay. All I'm saying is, that I'm
here for you, whenever you may need me, okay?" I whispered, trying to hug
my brother towards my body, but he willed himself away from me as quickly
as he could.

I stared into his eyes in sheer disbelief, and the look that he gave me was
one of...

...dare I say it...

...pure and utter HATED.

I sighed and tried again to get close to him, but he placed his hand
upwards and stopped my RIGHT in my tracks.

"Get away from me, Jack. I just lost my horse...I had literally been part
of his life since he was born and he has just been STABBED to death!
JUST...just leave me ALONE!" he hissed towards me, before he wiped away a
few stray tears that managed to escape from his eyes, stopping himself from
bawling like he had done over Silver's body, before he walked off in the
direction of the stables.

The rest of the county community were the real heroes to us that morning,
however. With all the food and warm coffee and tea that they had all
brought over to us, asking if there was anything at all they could do to
help and to assist us, and just in general showing that little bit of human
kindness that we so needed right now.

I was still talking with Van and with Natasha over how on Earth we could
get this ranch into working order again, because we had lost so much...we
did not only lose Silver, but four of our horses had escaped in the process
too.

We had to now, literally start from scratch and I wasn't quite sure if
myself or Van had the mental capacity for that right now. After Dad had
made us co-owners in his will, we had dedicated our lives to make all of
this as much of a success as we could, only for it to be taken so CRUELY
out of our grasp.

Van teared up as he saw Christian pull in his modest car, bringing three of
the workers along with him, as they too had heard the terrible news of what
had happened on the ranch last night.

Van took a deep breath, and before I quite knew what was happening, he RAN
towards Christian and both myself and Natasha held each other's hands as we
saw them FIERCELY embrace each other as they finally came
together. Christian held our brother tight in his arms, and it was then
that I KNEW...I just KNEW right then and there, that Van had fallen JUST as
hard for Christian as I did for Lucas.

"He's crying...Jesus Jack, Van NEVER cries!" Natasha whispered in sheer and
utter amazement and my heart warmed up with the force of a sundial as I
witnessed my brother, my strong, capable, no-nonsense brother sobbing his
heart out on the shoulder of the guy that he so obviously loved.

The ONE thing that our dad had never allowed from his three boys...we were
NEVER allowed to show emotion.

I guess even Van had his limitations, as he held Christian in his arms,
holding him close to his person, for once in his life, not giving a SHIT
about what the tons and tons of people around us had to be thinking of what
they were seeing.

Christian then, offered that if we would want to, that myself, Van,
Natasha, Lucas and our mother could stay at their house up in the mountains
for the time being. It would be a tight squeeze for sure, but I would much
rather have done that, than accept the offers of one of the county folk. I
knew they meant well, but all of them were also friends with the Lavery
family, and that wasn't something that I was willing to deal with right
now.

Even our family lawyer, Miranda Fitzgerald made a visit, shocked to her
core at what had happened, and told us to pack only the necessary things
for the time that we would be staying over at Christian's house, and that
she would totally take care of the red tape that would now surely
follow. Realistically, we could rebuild the farm house, as only half of it
had been destroyed in the fire, and with the insurance that was sure to pay
out, but our livelihood was gone. Our horses...everything we had worked so
hard for, was just GONE in a fucking instant.

I later found all alone Lucas down at the stables, and I could have sworn
that he was sitting cross-legged on the very spot where Silver had
died. There were still splatters of blood in some spaces where the horse
had come to his tragic end, before the body had been removed earlier this
morning.

I was worried about Lucas. This wasn't him...or WHO he really was.

The bright, energetic, friendly teenage boy that I had gotten to know and
love, his blue eyes that were always so full of life and ZEST for the
world, was now nothing more than a darkened mess.

I sat down next to him but I didn't try and comfort him. I wanted him to
know that I was there, at least, in case he needed me.

After a few minutes of silence, I turned towards him, and took a deep
breath.

"Christian said that we can stay at their house for the time being. That
okay with you?"

Lucas sniffed, and shrugged his shoulders. He didn't even look at me, or
even as much as acknowledge me ONCE since I had sat down next to him. At
this point and time, I didn't really know what to actually do or say. He
was giving me vibes like I was the LAST person that he wanted near him at
that moment, and quite frankly, that scared the living shit out of me.

I loved him so much, that I would happily change places with Silver, right
now. I would do that for him, because I loved my brother to the ends of the
earth and then some. I would change what happened in a heartbeat, if I
could...I would give up my life on this earth to bring his beloved horse
back, if THAT was what it took for him to be LUCAS again!

"Lukey...look, I know you're hurting..." I started to say, but I was cut
off before I had a chance to finish my sentence.

"You know NOTHING!" he hissed at me, still not looking at me, before he
stood up and walked away from me.

That was it. I had enough.

I LOVED HIM FOR GOD'S SAKE!

I know he was heartbroken at what had happened, the loss of his horse was
something on which I never would wish on my biggest enemy, but MY GOD, are
we just going to let the Lavery family WIN? Are we just going to give them
what they wanted in the first place...to break us up and destroy us?

"LUCAS! Come on, man, don't walk away from me!" I shouted, as I stood up
and urgently jogged after him. I finally reached his big, lanky frame and
reached for his shoulder, but the MOMENT that I touched him, he viciously
SWUNG around and PUNCHED me right in the jaw as HARD as he possibly could
have.

I must have tumbled down to the grassy terrain quicker than a prostitute
would drop her panties.

I looked upwards at his angry, vicious demeanour, looking down on me like I
was literally some horse shit on the bottom of his shoe, before I realised
that he had hit me so hard, that blood was now rapidly seeping from my
nose. Not even that, was enough to softened his handsome features, even a
little.

"Don't you even DARE touch me ever again. I'm dead serious, Jack!" he
hissed at me, before he started to walk away, and I tried my best to get
up, but before I could, he was back, in full fucking force.

"WHY did you even come back here in the first place? Because after you did,
EVERYTHING just went to SHIT! If you just...STAYED in Cape Town with Craig,
then nothing of ALL of this would ever have happened!"

What was left of my heart was literally breaking into a million little
pieces. He was so angry, it even scared me. I stared at him with tears and
blood streaming down my face, and it was like seeing me this distraught was
giving Lucas some sort of...intense pleasure, in fact.

Because he wasn't quite done.

"And then you come in here and you sweet talk me into feeling things that I
never would have gotten if you JUST STAYED away and then I fucked up
everything with Lee Anne which I wouldn't have done if you weren't here in
the first place! Look at what Craig did to Natasha! He's not even straight,
and he GOT HER PREGNANT! That is on YOU! He did that because YOU BROKE HIS
HEART! That's what you DO, Jack! You fucking destroy people's LIVES!"

"Lukey, I..."

"If you call me that ONE more time...my name is LUCAS! Get that in your
head! And if that wasn't enough, taking everything from us that we held
dear...no, that wasn't enough! You had to take Silver TOO!" he shouted,
tears now streaming from his eyes as well, as his powerful teenage chest
heaving up and down with the speed of a garden mouse, as he threw one
insult after the other straight at me.

"Only reason I fucked around with Lee Anne and her feelings was because I
loved you! I was in love with my own brother and OH MY GOD, how SICK is
that! I ruined her, because of YOU! The twins wouldn't have even BEEN here
last night, and fucking burned our house down and killed Silver if...if..."

Lucas had to take a breath and compose himself...but I knew what was coming
before he had even said it...

"...if YOU hadn't been here in the first place! I would have still had him!
He would have still been alive! So, no, Jack...I'm NOT OKAY and I fucking
never WILL be okay ever again! My horse died in my arms because he was
PROTECTING ME! Like you should have done! You're so God damn USELESS and
PATHETIC that I had to come to YOUR rescue last night! WHO THE FUCK DOES
THAT?"

"LUCAS!"

He sneered at me.

"Come to fucking think of it...the only reason I even pushed Dad, the
reason that he even attacked me on that windmill that day, was because I
defended YOU when he called you a faggot...he wanted to throw me OFF that
thing because I DEFENDED YOU! So, if you REALLY think about it...Dad is
dead because of YOU! So congrats, Jacky Boy! You finally got revenge on the
old man for KICKING you out of here years ago! How does it feel? Your
little brother once again doing your dirty work!"

At that particular moment, my life wasn't even worth actually living
anymore, it felt.

Anyone out there, could say all of this to me, and I would be upset, but
not like this.

This was Lucas saying all these despicable, nasty things, and what was
worse...

...he meant them.

I could see it in his eyes...it was impossible to ignore.

Where he had loved me before, he full on DETESTED me now.

He blamed ME for everything that happened here...from the moment that I had
set foot back here on the ranch after Dad's death, us falling in love,
everything that had happened from that very fucking moment.

He even blamed ME now for the death of our father.

Even though I loved him, even though I still cared for him more than life
itself, I didn't think there was ever a way that we could get back from
this. Not this. Not after everything that was said. Look, I know was just
LASHING OUT, in a way, but these things HAD to have been on his mind,
otherwise he wouldn't have EVER said them.

And what's way worse, is that I honestly, truly think that of the majority
of his accusations, he was SPOT ON.

It would have been way better, for all my family members, if I had never
come back in the first place.

Natasha wouldn't have gotten drunk and slept with Craig, Van wouldn't now
have to cope with his business literally going up in smoke, and Lucas
wouldn't have to deal with the fact for the rest of his life, that he fell
in love with his older brother, and that he had lost his beloved animal in
such a horrible, horrible way.

For a moment, Lucas's eyes softened as he had to take in what he had just
sneered towards me...just a hint that my boy...MY BOY was still in there
somewhere.

But then the moment passed, as quickly as it came.

"I can't tell you what to do, you're the fucking co-owner of this
ranch. But I promise you, the moment that I'm eighteen I'm getting the hell
out of here. I never...ever wanna see your face ever again. I fucking wish
YOU died, instead of SILVER!" he whispered, the corners of his mouth
totally distorted, such pain and finality in those words, before he turned
his back on me, and walked quietly towards the rest of our family.

**

I checked the time. Nearly midnight.

As far as I knew, and as I had timed it, everyone else in the house was
asleep, my family, as well as that of Christian's.

I sighed, as I continued to pack my things as best and as quietly as I
could, one by one, until there was literally nothing left that would
indicate that I had ever been on this wretched ranch in the first place.

There were no tears, you would be surprised to know. Only a morbid sadness
and loss, of what could have been, hanging over me like a fowl smell that I
couldn't get rid of, even if I tried.

Finally, everything that I had been carrying with me, that had not been
destroyed in the fire, was packed up and ready to go. There was only one
more thing left to do.

I sat down at the bed that was assigned to me at Christian's house, the
very one that I had to share with my brother Van, for the duration of our
stay here. I was thanking my lucky stars that Van has always been a sound
sleeper...I swore even a bulldozer wouldn't wake him up for shit.

I sat down at the foot of the bed, and grabbed the stationary that I had
snatched from Christian's mother before hand, as well as a pen that I found
by the telephone book. As much as I wanted to cry my eyes out, I was
determined to get this all over and done with. I couldn't get away from
here, without just, for what it was even worth, saying some form of good
bye to the people that I loved more than anything else in this world.

As I started writing, images, flashes of the past few months mirrored by
me, almost like some form of collage mirages, and there was literally not a
second that I wouldn't just kill to go back and relieve one more time.

Me fixing things with Van, us becoming closer than we had ever been,
falling in love with Lucas, so unexpected when I had first arrived here,
and yet it was the best thing that had ever happened to me. Me and Tash
facing adversity and over coming it, and I hated the fact that I wouldn't
be here to see her baby grow and prosper on the ranch.

My darling mother...she was so happy that both of her oldest sons were now
co-owners of the ranch that she and my dad had worked so hard to make a
success of, how she would have felt knowing all of the incestual deeds that
me and Lucas had gotten up to this year. In doing this, that problem was
perhaps taken care of, in the most decent way possible. There was no way
that Mom would have ever understood the love that me and Lucas shared.

I focussed on the paper, and started to write.

"Dear Mom, Van, Natasha and Lucas.

By the time that anyone of you finds this letter, I will be long gone. I
have stayed here long enough, and by the looks of things, you all were
better off without me in your lives. My return started all of this, and I
couldn't live with myself if I didn't own up to my mistakes and returned
things to the way they were before.

Mom, you welcomed me back into your home, even though Dad chased me away
from here years ago. I want you to know that not a DAY had passed without
me wondering how you guys were, and that I still loved Dad until the day
that he died, regardless of what he did. Your love and your respect got me
through everything, you could have ordered me to go on day one, and you
accepted me with grace. For that I will always be thankful.

Van, you fucking piece of shit...sorry Mom, I just had to! You are my best
friend, my confidant, my partner in crime, and I owe you the world. I will
always be grateful, that perhaps the one good thing that had come from all
of this, is that me and you are close again. Like brothers, like friends. I
will miss you so much, that I can't even explain it.  And you will know
what I mean, when I say...don't hold back, GO FOR IT! I have already asked
Miranda to transfer my half of the ranch over to you, and I know you will
make a success of it, once it is restored. I love you, Evan Michael, never
forget that.

Natasha, my sweet sister with the grace of a ninja...what I regret most is
that I won't be here to see your baby grow up here. I hope that you will at
least tell him or her about me, how much we had been through to get to this
point. I don't know what I would have done if you didn't bring me news from
home at the time when I wasn't welcome here. You supported me from day one,
you never judged me being gay like others did. You were the rose amongst us
three thorns, and when you were born Van and I didn't even know what to do
with you. You're gonna be SUCH a wonderful mom, and I wish you all the best
in the world. I hope you will give the baby a kiss from their Uncle Jack
when they are born.

Lucas...I don't even know where to begin. There are...several things that I
can't openly write down in this letter, but once you read it, you will know
what I mean when I say...meeting you, and getting to know you, was a
fucking blessing. I left here as a gangly teenager, leaving my little
seven-year-old brother behind...and I came back to find a little stud of a
soldier, a real trooper if I had ever seen him, with a pure heart of
gold. I love you more than I can literally SAY, brother. You deserve all
the happiness in the world, and I know you're gonna make someone out there
really proud to one day, call you their boyfriend or even husband. Trust
me, when I say, that I will never forget you.

I hope that one day you all can forgive me, for my part in all of this. I
never meant to destroy our family, as much as I did.

Love always, Jack Patrick Holt.

**

I nearly thought I had made it safely out of Christian's family home, when
I noticed a shadow lurking in the corner of the living room.

"Where do you think you're going?"

I turned around, and there was my mother, who must have fallen asleep
whilst she was busy knitting a little kiddie sized hat, it seemed like, for
Natasha's baby. She slowly placed her needles and material aside, and stood
up, looking as small, and as insignificant as I had ever seen her. I sighed
and placed the letter that I had written, wrapped up safely in an envelope,
safely into her hands.

"I have to, Mom. I can't stay here, not after everything...not after I
caused all of this..." I whispered, and NOW the tears were REALLY fucking
flowing. I literally did nothing to stop them. I needed my mom to see me
for WHO and WHAT I really was.

Mom shook her head and she took my hand inside her own. She caressed my
skin with her thumb, like only a mother's love really could.

"Jacky...I thought this might happen. The Lavery family and us have been
friends for such a long time, and Brian Lavery and your father were thick
as thieves, in friendship as well as in business. But the moment that he
found out that you were the new co-owner of the ranch, and that he would
have to see you on a regular basis, he showed his TRUE COLOURS! You cannot
blame yourself for that!"

I wiped my tears, nearly ending up choking on my pent-up saliva that was
gathering inside my raw throat.

"Mom, Lucas literally told me that he wished I was dead instead of
Silver...how can I stay here knowing nothing would have happened if I just
stayed married to Craig and still lived in Cape Town? That...that beautiful
horse would have still been alive...our house wouldn't have been
destroyed!" I managed to croak out as I finally succumbed to my emotions
and collapsed inside my mother's arms.

For a while, we just...stood there, mother and son, just holding each
other, absolutely no words were even needed. All that we did have, was each
other. I literally couldn't remember when the last time was that I held my
mother like this.

"I have to go...my flight is at three and I still have to check in..." I
murmured finally releasing her, and my futile heart sank when I saw the
sheer emotional distortion on her beautiful face. In that moment, she
looked SO much like Natasha, that I nearly lost it.

"Jacky...if you have to go...if you truly feel that you cannot be here
right now...I am not gonna stand in your way. I will miss you, every moment
of every day, because that is what a mother does. She will care about her
children until the very day that she takes her final breath, regardless of
what they do, ..."

Mom suddenly reached up and placed both of her palms on my face, and looked
me DIRECTLY in the eye.

"...or who they choose to love..." she whispered, caressing my cheek.

Jesus Christ Almighty.

I looked down at the woman who had given birth to me, a stunning
twenty-four years ago, in sheer fucking disbelief.

Did she? Did she...KNOW?

"Mom...I..."

She shook her head.

"A mother knows Jacky...always..." she whispered, before she stood on her
toes and kissed my forehead softly.

Long after she had left here right here in the living room...I still ran
her words over and over, inside the tired core of my brain.

She knew...oh my GOD, she knew.

And for some unexplainable reason, she didn't immediately disown me and
throw me to the wolves, like I was sure she would, if she ever found out
about me and Lucas. All this time, she was hovering in the background, and
we were SO worried about how she would even react, and all this time...she
KNEW.

I wiped the last of my tears, and I took out my phone. I glided into my
gallery and swiped until I found a photo that was taken just a few days
before the horrible attack on our ranch. It was all of us...Lucas and I
with our arms around each other, smiling happily at the camera before us,
Natasha with her huge belly sitting on a chair in front of us, Van at the
back with a devil-make-hair sign that he was so playfully putting over my
head, his tongue sticking out in sheer laughter, and then finally, there
was my mother, right in the middle of all of us.

I swallowed. Hard.

I loved these people. My family. My siblings. My blood.

My eyes glanced towards Lucas...just passing his exams and celebrating his
heart out, until the unthinkable had happened only days after.

I honestly hoped they would have a better life without me.

Because they were having a pretty fucking shit one, with me in it.

"Time to go, Jacky Boy..." I whispered to myself, before I took one last
took at the rooms where I knew my siblings were all fast asleep inside,
before turning around, and walking out the house, into the warm summer
night breeze.

I had a plane to catch, after all.

**

-SEVEN YEARS LATER-

"Is that all you got, you fucker? FUCK ME! NOW! HARDER!"

I strained my entire body backwards onto my bed, as my head hit the pillow
time and again, what with the force and the speed of which this stranger
was plunging his hard, wet cock deep into my depths, as I did my level best
to grind my ass against his groin to get more of his potent fuck machine
into me, the extreme feelings of sexual excitement and pleasure streaming
through me like Netflix on a TV screen.

The fucker kept pounding my loose hole, and I closed my eyes as I always
did when I had a guy over, and even after a full seven, nearly eight years
had passed, there was still only one person that I saw in my mind's eye
when ever I was close to cumming. Concentrating on the task at hand, the
hired stranger leaned down and I knew what was going to happen the very
moment at he did...

...I reached up with my right hand and managed to stop him JUST before he
planted his hungry lips onto my own.

"I told you; I don't DO that! JUST FUCK ME!" I shouted back to him, as I
pulled him towards me, his hips pumping what felt like a sheer million
times a minute, over and over, his huge ass dick PLUNGED into my backside
much like a coal digger panning for gold.

I grabbed my own eight-inch cock and started to rapidly jack it off to
match him cumming inside me, like I always paid these idiots to do, before
I once more...groaned out of actual and fucking frustration...

...there was never another face. There was never any one else.

When I came, each and every time...there as only one face in my head, and
only one name on my lips.

Hence the fact that I kept fucking up every single damn relationship that I
had tried to form ever since I had moved permanently to Surrey, in the
United Kingdom three years ago, just to get away from it all, and to try my
best to forget HIM, thinking it that would be much better if I moved to
another country.

Spoiler alert, it didn't work.

The guy groaned, probably thinking that he was doing one heck of job in
making me feel good, and I didn't have the guts to tell him that my little
kid brother had totally ruined me for other men. There was literally NO one
that could ever compare to HIM...but I wasn't going to let him know that. I
was fucking paying him a small fortune just to fucking BE here and to fuck
me into an oblivion.

The dude finally hissed as his hard dick bubbled and pulsated his white,
creamy sperm straight into my guts, and I tried to FUCK not to imagine that
it was HIS sperm that was being poured into my ass, but it was the
same...it was always the same.

My hand became a virtual blur on my dick as I saw his face before me, his
beautiful blond hair which had always cascaded over his youthful face when
we were intimate like this, the look in his stunning blue eyes that night
when I had fucked him for the first time...and when he would HOLD me as
tightly as he could, telling me that he loved me...that he felt the same as
me.

My dick exploded like Krakatoa. Volumes and globules of South African sperm
leaking and spurting all over the place, scattering its seed straight over
my torso, and my lower groin, where the white, warm fluid quickly cooled
down into a meek runny, watery essence of live giving demeanour.

The dude collapsed right on top of me, as I sighed and closed my eyes,
willing my self not to act like I did the last time one of these
boys-for-rent wanted to fucking cuddle after he had gotten his nut off
inside my ass. I waited a few seconds, before I gently pushed him off from
my person.

"The money is on my desk in the living room...take it and go. Now," I
ordered him, my voice as cold as fucking ice, as I did so.

The poor young stud looked upwards from where he had buried his face in the
crook of my neck...much like HE had always done, before he frowned and
shook his head.

"But I thought I was here for another few minutes...you book me for an
hour..." he started before I shut him up with a look that my strict as hell
father would have been proud of.

"Are you deaf and stupid? I said...take the money and GO!" I hissed towards
him, feeling like dog, as I always did, when ever I had gotten my rocks
off, when having these random men over.

The guy just sighed and got up, before he quickly and quietly got dressed,
before he looked over at me with his eyes on red alert.

"Mate, you know that we are human being too, right? Just because we're
doing THIS for a living, it ain't giving you the fucking right to treat us
all like we're the shit under your feet, yeah?" he replied, before he
hastily walked out of the room.

I hoped he remembered his fee, was all that I could think about, as I heard
my front door slam shut behind.

Whatever...I literally couldn't give a flying fuck.

My life was a big fucking waste of time, so why the HELL should I give
strangers any kind of curtesy? I fucking paid him, and he did a
job. Nothing more, nothing less.

If I allowed any FEELINGS To get the best of me, I would be worse of than
what I had been eight years ago.

I had to be at work again in a few hours, after taking a few days leave to
just get my head sorted, so I turned around in my bed, not even bothering
to take a shower or to change into any sort of clothes, before I threw the
duvet cover over me, and closed my eyes.

I had to forget him sometime. I had to STOP thinking about him every single
second, of every single day.

Yeah right...if I couldn't have succeeded in doing so in eight years,
having even moved to a different country, it wasn't going to happen ANY
time soon either.

**

"Doctor Holt, there is a woman desperate to speak to you! She has been here
every day for the past week when you were on vacation, and she refuses to
leave without seeing you! And as you know, I can't give out your address to
just anyone..."

I scoffed over at my receptionist.

"If it is not a client, I am so not interested, make her go away, okay?" I
said as nastily as I could, leaving the poor woman with a face that matched
that of a warm tomato, before I returned to my office.

Seeing a few more patients across the course of the morning, I had to keep
my levels of anger the fuck down...people coming in here with the most
pathetic of excuses...my dog is tired, so there MUST be something wrong
with him. My cat refuses to eat, give him something. Oh, my hamster refuses
to come out of his little home, I think he is dying...JESUS, SPARE ME.

It was nearly time for lunch, when my receptionist told me that the woman
was there again, the one who so desperately wanted to see me. I sighed, and
checked my schedule. I had literally a ten-minute open period before my
final patient would be here, before I would go on my daily lunch break, so
I told her to just let the woman in.

Let's just get this over and done with...

...I hoped to God that it wasn't Jennifer...the wife of the bloke that I
met at the gym a few months ago, and had so mercilessly seduced straight
into my bed. Pun intended.

From that night onwards, he had totally developed a constant craving for
some prime South African beef and he had literally come back for seconds
ever since. I just wasn't in the mood for a God damn tirade being thrown
here by his little wifey, and so help me God, I would give her as good as
she got, the way that I was feeling right now.

It wasn't MY fault that she couldn't keep her husband happy in the sack.

Looking at the photo on my desk, of my family back in South Africa, I
sighed, and I WILLED myself to stay strong, as I had been forced to do for
these past seven years. I hardly recognised the dude on the photo who had
my face and my smile, and my everything else...but there wasn't much left
of the Jack Holt that left Sabre Peak Ranch all those years ago.

A knock on my door had me look up, and straightened out my persona, back to
cold, calm and collected.

"Yes?"

"Doctor Holt, a Mrs Wyngaard to see you?"

Wyngaard...the name didn't ring a bell but MY GOD, it sounded so proudly
South African to me, that it was actually funny...but I didn't think much
of it at the time, only the way she had pronounced it, had me in momentary
stiches, before I nodded over.

"Send her in, probably another goldfish that needs to be flushed down the
loo..." I muttered and prepared my laptop ready to make any notes that was
needed, looking up to address the woman that was apparently dead cert on
seeing me for days now...

I froze, as she finally entered.

It was like all the blood inside my body had literally and suddenly
just...turned icy cold. There was no movement whatsoever inside my facial
features...and for a crazy moment I actually wondered if I had a small
stroke.

I blinked my eyes and slowly got out of my chair...my mouth open with shock
and sheer disbelief.

"Natasha...that...is that you?" I whispered, my mouth dry as hell, my
tongue literally sticking to the caverns of my mouth.

To my horror, I looked swiftly to her right-hand side, as there as a sudden
movement, and there...clinging to her mother, was a little girl, wearing an
adorable pink shirt, combined with some skinny jeans that would make ME
proud to be seen in...as well as a warm jacket against the old UK winter
outside. Her long hair was braided into two pig tails, and she was doing
her best not to actually look me in the eye, so kin to a young child
meeting a stranger for the first time.

My heart beat faster as I rapidly realised that she was Craig's spitting
image.

"Jack...My God, you are a hard man to get hold of! Finally...can I just sit
for a moment, please...I'm tired as hell..." Natasha groaned as I knelt
down and made sure her daughter was okay, and whispered something in her
ear, before she picked her up and placed her gently on one of the chairs
that was situated in front of my desk, sinking herself into the other
beside the latter.

I slowly sunk down into my own chair...and I literally couldn't take my
eyes off the little girl.

It had been a girl.

Wow...she was as beautiful as my ex-husband, having majority of his
features, but her eyes...that was the eyes of her mother, for sure.

"Jack...please. I know you are clearly busy and by the looks of things, you
have created a whole new life for yourself here, but...I HAVE to...I HAVE
to speak to you. I can't go home, without having some sort of an answer!"
Natasha said softly, reaching out and petting the little girl's shoulder as
manner of comfort.

For a few seconds, I was silent, and trying to process at what had so
suddenly happened, seeing my sister...MY SISTER...here in England after all
these years was the last thing that I had EVER expected. I cleared my
throat and placed both of my hands sorely in front of me, joining them in
one solid fist.

The years had not been kind to my sister. She looked...well, she wasn't
ugly or anything, but she was only four years younger than me, which meant
she had to be twenty-seven by now, but she looked far older than her given
age. God...there was so many things that I wanted to say...to ask...to
KNOW...

"How have you guys been?" I asked finally, mentally killing myself for
still sounding to damn estranged from my own sister.

Natasha sighed and took the little girl's hand.

"Jack, this is Elizabeth. Lizzy for short. I named her after
mom. Lizzy...you remember we talked about coming to see your Uncle Jack?
This is him, honey! Say hi!" she whispered to the little girl, and my heart
broke when my niece slowly reached up and gave me a small wave.

I had to idea what to even say...this was so fucking unexpected...it threw
everything that I had known to be normal, out of the fucking window.

"Hey...Lizzy! I'm...glad to meet you?" I said, trying to sound upbeat,
clearly giving away how uncomfortable I really was, looking at Natasha for
some much-needed help. Natasha rolled her eyes as she always did when we
were kids, before she shook her head and leaned forward.

"Okay, Jack...I realised seven...eight years had passed ever since the
night you just STUCK a letter in Mom's hands and left us without even
saying good bye..."

"...hey, that's not true, okay? I wrote something to each and every one of
you in that letter!" I protested.

Natasha nodded and smiled sadly.

"Empty words on a piece of paper...versus you actually TELLING us how you
felt. Yeah Jack...makes total sense. Anyway, I don't wanna waste your time
and I wouldn't even BE here if I didn't have any other choice. I mean it,
Jack. I could hardly afford the plane ticket to come here. My husband and I
aren't doing very well...financially right now..."

Oh...that was what it was, was it? That is why Natasha had come all of this
way...for money? Not to actually see me, but just for financial HELP?

And for JUST a moment, I thought that they missed me and actually made an
effort to visit me for the first time in seven years.

I sighed, before I reached for my phone and quickly logged into my banking
app, looking at Natasha like butter wouldn't melt in my mouth.

"I get it, Tash. Just give me your back details and I will make the
transfer right now, you're family after all, no need to worry, okay? Big
brother will always help," I said, looking at my sister with nothing but
words coming out of my mouth.

For a moment Tash's lips quivered, before it looked like she wanted to say
something, before she stopped herself, looking at me like I was the biggest
load of trash that she had ever seen in her life.

"You son of a...you know what? This obviously was a mistake. We should have
never come all this way, come on Lizzy...take Mommy's hand and let's get
out of here...honestly, Jack...no kiss? No hug? No asking how the rest of
the family is? You just assume I'm here...that I flew twelve thousand miles
to get here to ask you for a couple of bucks? Who the hell do you think you
even are? I came here to see my brother, not this pathetic excuse of a
human being!"

Natasha slowly took Lizzy's hand and made sure she was okay, and even went
as far as to shoot me a glaring look when I even as much as attempted to
walk over to them, before she shook her head.

"It was good to see you, I'll give you that. And don't worry about how
things are back home, we are coping just fine..."

And THAT...was when I decided to fucking man up and take control of the
situation.

"Tash, come on! It is a shock for me too! I haven't seen or heard anything
of you in years, and you just come in here pretending nothing has ever
happened..."

"And who's fault is that, Jack? You're the one who left all of us in the
middle of the night!"

"Because I honestly thought...and I still do, that you were BETTER OFF
without me? Did Lucas even TELL you what he said to me the morning after
Silver died?" I shrieked.

"Yes, he did. He owned up to everything, after he sobbed and cried his
heart out after Van read him your letter and what you had said to him. But
the dude who wrote that, and the one I'm seeing here before me, are two
different people!" Natasha cried out, herself now getting way more than
just a tad upset.

I sighed.

"Natasha...can you blame me? I hear nothing from all of you back home and
suddenly you're here and wanna urgently speak to me and you tell me how
much the plane tickets cost and everything, what the hell was I supposed to
think? And just so by the way...if you didn't want any financial help from
me, what was there POSSIBLY left to ask for? What else could you even want
from me at this stage?" I hissed towards her, my stomach hurting with how
she was looking at me...

...the disgust and the distain very, very clear to see.

Natasha took her daughter's hand...and a tear escaped from her left eye.

"Your kidney..." she whispered, so softly that I barely even heard her the
first time.

**

"I had twins, Jack. A boy and a girl. Lizzy, you have already met, and our
little boy JJ is back home. He is not doing very well right now. He needs a
kidney transplant and urgently at that."

Jesus.

I sat back down in my chair, my face wrecked with what could only be
described as the most genuine of all horrors.

Twins?

Natasha gave Lizzy's temple a little kiss, before she continued.

"We had everyone tested, Jack, Mom, Van, Lucas, Craig, and his entire
family...literally no one is a match. We had a crowd funding thing back
home where we had everyone in the county tested, but there was just no
luck. The one time we thought we had a breakthrough with a match, and the
old lady's family protested that giving her kidney to JJ would be much too
risky. So...here I am, Jack. I literally came all this way, to try and
reason with you and to BEG you...if you can spare the time and the
money...please come back with me and check if you are a match..."

Natasha wiped her tears from her eyes.

"...he's not doing good, Jack. I'm begging you, brother...you're my only
hope!"

I took in everything that Natasha had just said, before swallowed.

In all these years, their lives had gone on...they had continued to live
and to prosper...my sister had a family of her own now...whilst mine had
been standing still, going from one gigolo, one male prostitute to the
other, spending my money on nothing and no one except myself. And whilst
all this was going on, my sister was struggling with one the biggest
crisis's that she would EVER have to face in her entire life.

I already knew what my answer would be before I even said it.

"You have always, always been there for me, Tash. I haven't been back home
in years...I'm not sure what a sort of welcome I am going to even get..."

Natasha smiled sadly and hugged her daughter.

"You might be surprised about that one, brother. Van is still in charge of
Sabre Peak Ranch, and two years ago, he made Lucas his co-owner, the job
that you had before you left. Together, they have rebuilt the ranch to be
bigger and better than it was before, and you would be so proud of them if
you could see what they have accomplished together. I am a school teacher;
I teach high school tenth graders. My specialities are languages,
especially English and Afrikaans."

That didn't surprise me in the slightest...Natasha had always been the
brainy one of the four of us.

"And Mom? How is she doing?" I asked, not forgetting the last words that
she said to me, that night before I had made my quick exit.

Natasha sighed, and ran her fingers through her short hair.

"There were times, where I really wanted to try and contact you, but I
honestly didn't know where to find you, brother...you just up and left us,
you literally vanished from our lives..."

I struggled to for the words, as she wiped away her tears.

"A year or so after you were gone, Mom started to show signs of...of early
Alzheimers. That, unfortunately with time, has become worse and worse,
until the point came where me, Van and Lucas had to make some hard
decisions. She's in a nursing home now...she has her good days, as well as
her bad days. There are times, where she does not recognise any of us kids
anymore...and on some days, she will chat with you as if nothing has
happened. As if she was just...as she usually did...behind the stove,
making food for the family."

Tears were now leaving my eyes quicker than I could have ever
imagined. Never in my life did I even think ONCE what I was doing to the
people that I was leaving behind. I was only thinking about myself...about
MY heart ache, about how I was the reason everything went to utter shit,
all those years ago.

I stood up and reached over towards Natasha, and hugged my sister from
behind. I heard her weeping through my embrace, as I tried my best to show
her that there was just...just a little of the old Jack still hidden inside
me somewhere.

"Of course, I will come home...you didn't even need to ask! If I can help
little JJ, if there is anything that I can do...wait...JJ? Lizzy, was named
after Mom, that I can understand, but where did JJ come from?" I asked, the
moment that she allowed me to escape out from her sisterly grip.

Natasha looked dearly over at me, before she smiled.

"For a learned dude, you sure are dumb as hell, brother. I named Lizzy
after Mom, and I named JJ... or should I say...Jack Junior...after
you. After my big brother."

Loads of time I had said, admitted...that my heart had been broken into a
million pieces, several times in my life that I was surprised that I was
still fucking breathing. But with this...that ONE little sentence from my
sister, seemed to magically repair any damage to that still-beating organ
that was still there.

With that one sentence, all masks were allowed to fall free, everything
that I had tried to be...to have claimed to be here in the United Kingdom,
running away from my family troubles, like the coward that I was. With that
ONE sentence...I was Jack Patrick Holt, yet again. In the full sense of the
name.

"Let's go and see my nephew...I hope to God that I can help him...I managed
to whisper, through all my tears.

**

Landing at OR Tambo international airport, feeling the South African summer
sun cascading over my skin as we ordered an Uber to take us to the
ranch...I couldn't put it in words how much it had meant to be back home.

Natasha held my hand all the way as we drove to the ranch, because she knew
how much I looked forward to, but at the same time, much as I was dreading
seeing Lucas again. Not even to mention Van...with all his mischief and his
big heart that was always open to any and everyone out there.

I couldn't keep my mouth shut as we drove onto the grounds itself...seeing
the majestic newly built farm house, complete with a swimming pool, tennis
courts, the state-of-the-art stables, dazzling themselves in all their
glory to my very eyes. I looked questioningly at Natasha, who simply
shrugged and smiled at me.

"Van and Lucas know what they are doing, Jacky. They make a wonderful
team. That, and that our horses are pretty much in high demand around
here," she answered my question, without me having to ask it.

Scenes and images from the previous time that I had arrived here when Dad
died, after being away for years, streamed across my mind. Back then I was
also worried about how I would be welcomed back, but this time, I at least
had a little more hope than before.

God knows, the Uber had hardly stopped, and I had hardly time to get out of
my seat, when someone rugby tackled me to the ground.

"VAN! FOR GOD'S SAKE! WHEN ARE YOU GONNA GROW UP?" I shrieked, still as
light as a feather, for him to do with me as he pleased, just as when we
were kids.

I looked up as he looked me in the eyes...handsome devil of a man, now
seven years older, which meant he had to be twenty-nine by now. His smile
was as big as the Kalahari Desert as he hugged me to his body, and to my
horror, I could feel my dick actually started to chub up as he pressed his
groin right into mine.

"You're back...you're really back..." he whispered, not caring who the fuck
was watching us, before he leaned down and buried his face in the crook of
my neck.

"I missed you so much...I fucking swear, if you EVER up and leave us EVER
again..." he whispered, so that only I could hear him, before I hugged him
back at my person, closing my eyes at having Van back in my life, again.

"Tash, aren't you going to help your brother? He's being smothered to
death!"

Van giggled as he finally allowed me to get out from underneath him, and I
finally took a good look at my younger brother. Still as ruggedly
handsome...still as lean and muscled...but shockingly, with a dab of grey
now slithering into his side burns, which made him all the more sexy, at
least in my eyes.

He was almost thirty by now, and he was already turning gray...it was going
to take some time to get used to, but otherwise, he was still the same
goofball that I have always known and loved.

I turned my focus to where the other voice had come from, and I smiled as I
walked over towards Christian, who welcomed me warmly with a great old
handshake.

"It's really good to see you again, Jack, it really is," he said, his eyes
sparkling as he spoke to me.

Van came over to where we were standing, and he frowned mockingly as he saw
us hold hands.

"Should I be jealous about this?" he joked, before he placed his arm around
Christian's shoulders and planted a loving kiss on his man's cheek.

"How in the world did you ever manage to live fifteen years with this guy
together under the same roof?" Christian dramatically replied back, before
I saw both men softly press their foreheads against the other.

If that wasn't love in the purest form, I didn't know what the fuck even
was.

Natasha told Lizzy to get her bag from the car, before she turned to me,
and took me gently aside.

"He's inside. You need to talk, both of you, and you can't do that with an
audience. We'll all be waiting in the kitchen if you need us. Mom might not
be here anymore, but I can make a mean ass apple pie just as delicious as
she always did. Welcome home, brother..." she whispered, before she kissed
my cheek.

I smiled at her, before I took a look back at the beautiful house, that was
standing so proudly before me. I could see little mementoes of the previous
farm house that I was used to, and had lived in all my young life.

Even so, I think I would remember where his room is. That wasn't something
that I would ever forget.

**

I gasped.

He heard me, and he turned around from where he was sitting on his bed,
still with his two Nintendo Switch controllers lodged in his hands.

I knew...I KNEW that he would change over these past seven and a half
years, but what I was seeing before me, was way beyond my every
imagination.

Lucas's entire facial features dropped. His long, flowing blond hair,
reaching well below his shoulders, fluttered as the wind coming in from the
window decided to run its course through it. He gently placed his
controllers down, still not taking his eyes off me.

He stood up, and he completely and utterly towered over me. My kid brother,
now all grown up, not a teenager anymore...but a real man, in every sense
of the word.

"Jack..." he whispered, his voice hoarse and full of pent-up emotion.

I swallowed...how many times when I was living abroad and even before then,
I had imagined THIS very moment happening. When we would finally see each
other again, after so many years apart.

It was like both of us didn't know what the hell to even say to the other
right then...the last time we were even face to face, it ended in serene
tragedy. It ripped whatever we had at the time, the fuck apart, and I
wasn't sure if he even WANTED me here on the ranch. He was the co-owner
around here now...no longer myself.

I walked over to him, slowly, in order for him to stop me, to push me back,
if he wanted to. He never did.

I was finally before him...and looked deep into his eyes. His bottom lip
was quivering with emotion, his eyes were suddenly full of unshed tears. I
looked down when I sensed movement, and his hands were balled into fists,
and shaking violently, with every beating of his heart.

"Lukey...Jesus Christ it's good to see..."

I never got to finish my sentence.

He THREW himself at me, as if he never wanted to let me go again, ever in
his life.

With a raw, damaged cry from my throat, I flung my arms around his big,
tall exterior...his hair that I had previously so loved to kiss and run my
fingers through, now totally blinding my sight in a flare of blond beauty,
and falling all over my nose but fuck that...this was way too important. I
felt my kid brother shaking as his tears joined mine as it flowed down his
cheeks, and I held him tighter against me.

"I'm sorry...for what I said...that day...fucking hell, I missed you...I
need you to forgive me...I needed you so much, Jack..." I heard him whisper
against my throat, as he kissed my skin that he found here, over and over,
until I reluctantly dragged his face upwards to face my own.

He was even more beautiful now, than he was as a teenager. His face had
hardened from all the work on the ranch, but it was still youthful and
young, his eyes were still that beautiful blue colour that I used to
love...his body was that of a mini giant...huge, muscled and
powerful...strong as an ox. He took my face in both of his huge hands...and
he leaned down to kiss me.

Years fell away. Words weren't needed. We had each other, once more, after
it had taken seven long years to get to this point.

I smelled his essence streaming all over me, I tasted his lips, I searched
for and met his fellow thirsty tongue, and immediately allowed the two to
get reacquainted after all this time. He once more held me, as if I was the
most important thing in the world to him, as if I would break if he were to
ever let me go.

"I know you are here to see JJ, and to help him like Natasha had said,
but...Jesus Jack, I couldn't wait to see you. I'm not a teenager
anymore...so you can't even TRY and blame it on the hormones. What I
said...that morning...it has HAUNTED me ever since Mom had told us that you
were gone. You went and fucking changed your email accounts and everything
so that we couldn't get hold of you...I so BADLY wanted to tell you how
sorry I was! With Silver...and everything that happened, I was hurting so
fucking bad, that I couldn't even THINK straight! It wasn't fair to take it
out on you, I know that now..."

"Ssh...Luke...everything is over, okay? It's done, and it's in the
past. Look, I don't know how long I'm staying for, but as long as I am
here...you were in my mind all the time too. All these years, Lucas Nathan
Holt...all these years, and you are still the one for me. You are still my
one and only. There will never be anymore else...you hear me? YOU...it's
always been YOU!" I croaked out of my throat, before I hugged him to me yet
again.

I had my brother back, in more ways than one. I cried happily as I kissed
his long hair, feeling his flesh shudder underneath my grip and my touch,
as we basked in the happiness of being in each other's lives yet again.

"I can smell apple pie..." Lucas whispered, and I giggled in response.

I released him and this time it was me, who took his face, in both the
palms of my hands.

"You're...BEAUTIFUL...you realise that?" I asked, his eyes filled with much
more than just glee.

"Where have I heard THAT before..." he whispered back, crashing his lips
down on my own, for what felt like the millionth time.

**

"Honestly, I don't wanna put pressure on you, brother.... but if you're not
a match for JJ either, I have no clue what the hell I'm going to do,"
Natasha said worryingly as we entered the paediatric unit on the fourth
floor of the local hospital.

I nodded and I smiled to reassure her, but inside I was shaking. If neither
of my family members had been a match then what chance did I really have?

"Oh, I still wanted to ask you, when you came to my office in the UK, my
receptionist told me that a Mrs Wyngaard wanted to see me? Why did you
change your last name?"

Natasha smiled as we got turned to our right, and she showed me the room
where my nephew was staying in.

"I got married, Doofus! And don't you worry...Wesley is a wonderful man,
down to earth and he truly loves me and my kids. I met him when I first
brought JJ in for treatment, back then we of course didn't yet know about
the severity of his condition. He was JJ's doctor, and he still is right
now, because I made a special request for him to stay on the case, even
though he is their stepdad now. I really think you will like him," she
replied as she pushed the door open, and allowed us to enter.

I stared at the smiling little seven-year-old boy, with sheer disbelief in
my heart...if I didn't know better I would have thought that it was ME on
that hospital bed...the uncanny resemblance between uncle and nephew was
way too impossible to ignore.

"Now you see why I named him after you?" Natasha whispered and winked at
me.

She walked over towards the doctor on call, who was busy checking the
little boy's vitals and opps, before I saw her lean in to him and give him
a kiss on the cheek, before hugging the doctor to her body.

"Wes...this is my brother Jack. The one who I told you about, the one who
lives in the UK. The one that took me to hire a private investigator to
actually track down!" she playfully said, before I stepped forward, and
stuck out my hand.

"Jack Holt, Natasha's older brother...it's really a surprise and a pleasure
to meet you, she didn't tell me any of this last night!" I said, throwing
mini daggers at my sister as I did so.

I liked Wesley right from the start, as we got to know each other, and my
heart honestly just went out to my sister for having found a man that
clearly loved the bones off of her. I did ask her on the way here, where
Craig fitted into the equation, but all that she had said, was that he was
no longer in the picture, whatever that actually meant.

JJ was a little trooper, just as his uncle Lucas.

He smiled at me the very moment that we met, so much different to what his
twin sister had done, Lizzy being way more shy in nature, but JJ was just a
little goofball of energy, much like his Uncle Van, once again. He
literally seemed to have traits of every single one of us three brothers
hidden deep inside of him, and therefore I knew that it would be okay in
the end. I just KNEW.

He had our HOLT blood running through his veins, after all.

Wesley explained to me carefully, so that I could understand, what the
operation would entail, should I be a match for JJ. They would literally
just remove a piece of my own kidney, and plant it into JJ's little body,
and if it was accepted, it would grow and blossom there on his very
own. There was a fear that it his body even might reject my kidney, even if
I was a match, but we didn't want to think about that right now.

I did all the tests that I had to, and now it was literally just a waiting
game, to see if things worked out, the way that we all prayed they would.

"Awww, do you HAVE to go?" JJ cried out, his little fists balled up and his
little boyish mouth curled up into a vile tirade of anger, as I
giggled...because yet again he reminded me SO much of myself...that I gave
him a quick hug, before I looked deep into his eyes.

"We are gonna see loads more of each other, okay? I wanna get to know my
little nephew and niece better and one of these days, you're gonna be out
of here, and we're all gonna have a massive party and swim and dance and
play Pokemon games and eat all the food that we can get, right? Are we
good? Do we have a deal?" I asked, sticking out my adult fist towards him.

The little boy CRIED with laughter, before he pushed his immature little
counterpart against my own.

"DEAL!" he announced, happy as only a kid that age could possibly be.

**

"Brother...are you sure you're ready for this? I mean, you haven't seen her
in seven long ass years..." Van mentioned as he stopped at the room that my
mother was assigned to in the nursing home, before I felt Lucas's hand on
my shoulder.

"Van, maybe we should just test the waters and see how she reacts? Tell her
that Jack's here first, before letting him go in?" he whispered.

Van shook his head.

"Nah Lukey...that ain't gonna fly, because we can literally tell her Jack
is back here and if she has one of her SPELLS, then she wouldn't even know
who he is. To her, he can be nothing more than just a name right now...no
offence brother."

"Yeah, none fucking taken..." I replied as I rolled my eyes.

Van literally had the sensitivity of a garden snail sometimes. That was the
one thing that couldn't and wouldn't change over time.

As we entered my mother's room, I tried my best to stay strong, but at once
I knew that was not gonna make it.

The once, strong, independent women who had managed to raise four
beautiful, headstrong children was now mothing more than a shadow of her
former, formidable self. I felt so bad...leaving the way that I did, but
right then, I was happy that she had been the last person I had spoken to,
before I had.

"Mom? It's me, Van! And Lucas is here too! And look who he brought with us!
It's Jack! Mom, you remember Jack, don't you?" Van softly asked as he knelt
before her, where she was comfortably sitting reading an old magazine,
before she looked up, and stared at Van as if she had literally, never seen
him before.

"Oh, is it time for the barbeque already? I'll have a steak please, Butch,
medium rare, as always. And for God's sake, don't BURN the meat this time!"
she hollered over towards Van, not even bothering to look at either myself
or Lucas.

They were used to this by now, but I wasn't.

Lucas held my hand as tears streamed down my face...I swear I had cried
more times these last few days being back here, than I had done in the
entire time that I had been away. I just couldn't believe that Elizabeth
Mary Holt, the supreme matriarch of our family, had over time, been subdued
to what I was seeing before me. Oh, what a terrible, horrible illness
Alzheimer's was. Jesus Christ.

I knelt down, before I knew what I was really doing, and I gently removed
the magazine from her hands, and took both of hers into mine, squeezing it
as I did so.

"Mom...Mommy, its me...Jack. I'm back here...I finally came back home!" I
whispered towards her, desperate as anything that she would just...give me
SOME hint of a memory...some SIGN that she knew just who I was.

For a few moments, Mom stared at me...RIGHT at me, her eyes trying its best
to focus...as if she was WILLING herself to actually, subconsciously
remember who was this before her, before she smiled and looked upwards at
Lucas.

"Butch! Why didn't you tell me Jacky was home from school! I have to hurry
with his foodies, before Evan and Natasha wakes up from their nap!" she
said with glee, before her eyes once more glossed over, into nothingness
yet again.

I took a huge breath...and struggled to contain my emotions, before I felt
both my brothers pull me upwards by my shoulders.

"I'm sorry, brother. I was so hoping that we would catch her on a good
day..." Van said softly, as I wiped my tears away.

"Its fine... I only have myself to blame. There is no one else..." I
muttered back.

Lucas and Van used the remaining time to chat to our mother about
everything under the sun, as I stared at them in sheer amazement. They were
taking this, what was happening to our beloved mother totally on the chin,
it seemed, but I knew inside they were just as broken as I was. When
visiting hours were nearly over, Lucas looked quickly at his watch, before
he leaned over and whispered something in Van's ear, before they both
nodded in unison and in agreement.

"Stay with her, for the final few minutes. We have a lifetime to get to see
her...you have a life back in the UK to get back to," Lucas said, his eyes
flashing towards my own...a hidden message cornered in there somewhere,
before he kissed my cheek, and suddenly I was all alone in the room with my
mother.

I sighed...not sure how to even start a conversation with someone who was
mentally not even in the same space as me, before I once more knelt down
and took her hands into my own.

"Mom...you might now remember who I am right now...but I wanna tell you,
that I'm here. I'm finally home. You see, JJ needed me and Natasha came to
fetch me from where I live now in Surrey, all the way in England, of all
places. I have a life there, as a veterinarian, looking after people's pets
as best as I can. But Mom...you're gonna hate the person that I had become
whilst I have been there."

I shook my head, and squeezed her hands.

"When I left, I was shattered. Lucas had said the most awful things to me,
and they were all true. I didn't wanna even LIVE anymore back then. I
turned into this...hard, unforgiving person over time, because I couldn't
stop thinking over what I had left behind here. I wish that I had told
you...confided in you over how I really felt about Lucas. We were so
worried that you were going to disown both of us...if you ever knew we had
fallen in love. You asked me why I divorced Craig, and now you know. But
even if nothing happens between us...if Lucas and I have no future, I want
you to know that I will always, ALWAYS be there for him, no matter
what. You raised three fine kids, Mom. As well as one fucking screw up."

I sighed and stood up, leaning down to kiss her cheek, before I composed
myself, ready to leave.

I was almost at the door, when I heard it.

"Jacky?"

I turned around so fast that I was surprised that I didn't end up with
severe whiplash.

My mother was looking RIGHT at me, her eyes now fully focused and fully
awake...and I could SWEAR she recognised me.

"Mom?" I whispered, slowly making my way back towards her.

My mom slowly stood up, still not taking her eyes off me for one
second...and as I reached her, she slowly reached out, as if inside a sheer
film of noir, as she gently placed her palm on the side of my cheek.

"Jacky...you finally came back...is that really you?" she asked, her voice
raspy as I had ever heard it.

Jesus Christ, I wanted to LUNGE myself at my mother, with everything that I
had inside of me, but I knew I couldn't...due to her illness, that would be
looking for trouble. I smiled, once more as tears escaped my eyes faster
than I could control it.

"Yes! Mom, yes! I came back, I'm here, I'm right here!" I whispered, as I
leaned into her touch, her eyes sparkling as I did so.

She looked around, as if she wanted to see if anyone was watching for some
reason, before she leaned in and kissed my cheek.

"Have you...have you seen HIM yet? He needs you Jack...he misses you..."
she murmured, her eyes full of love and affection for her oldest son.

My mouth hung open...she really knew. She KNEW back then and she KNEW
now. Even with this devastating illness coursing its way through her brain,
she still remembered all of this.

"I know, Mom. We have sorted things out...we're okay now..." was all that I
could think to answer her.

She smiled happily, before she gently pressed her head on my chest, hugging
me softly towards her, as she did so.

"A mother always knows..." she whispered, before suddenly...uncontrollably,
she wiggled out of my loving grasp.

"BUTCH! Now is not the time for that! Keep your hormones to yourself! I'm a
full eight months pregnant with your seed, if you perhaps forgotten!" she
giggled playfully, waving me away as if I was nothing more than a nasty,
irritating mosquito.

I smiled gratefully, for the time that she had been HERE...in the full
sense of the word. That we could finally talk...face to face, mother to
son.

Never mind what the Alzheimer's was busy doing to her, she would always be
my mother, she would ALWAYS be Elizabeth Mary Holt. The woman who had given
birth to FOUR children, and loved them equally, no matter where they were
in life.

In inside of US...in her incessant courage and her incredible, unyielding
love, THAT was the blood that was flowing through OUR veins as well.

"I love you, Mom..." I whispered, before I finally left the room.

**

All I heard was the screaming.

Myself and my brothers were busy having breakfast on the porch when we all
were looking at each other, before myself and Lucas stood up in our hurry
to actually get inside and to where Natasha was, because we were both
pretty sure THAT was where the screaming was coming from...

...before she ran out to us on her own, and held her phone upwards so that
we could see on the screen, just who she was talking to.

"You're a match...you're a MATCH!" she screamed on the top of her voice
towards me, as she stopped moving for a second, perhaps realising that the
person on the other side of the video call was experiencing Vertigo by now
after all that shaking, before she gently placed the phone down on the
table.

I leaned over and saw that Wesley was rubbing his eyes, as we all giggled
out loud, before he cleared his throat and smiled gleefully.

"What she said, Jack. You are indeed a match for JJ. You can donate part of
your kidney to him, should you still wish to do so," he said happily.

I took one look at Natasha, before I furiously nodded YES. Unable to speak
right now...knowing how much it meant to her.

Natasha nearly pushed me over as she emphatically embraced me, as we were
eventually joined by both Van and Lucas, as the four Holt siblings united
in one giant group hug.

Over the next few days, things were a literal whirlwind, looking back. I
eventually had the operation, and Wesley himself performed the procedure,
once more at the insistence of Natasha. There was no one else that she
trusted more with her son, or her brother, than him.

With the first part of the operation done and dusted, it was time to plant
that part of my kidney into that of JJ, and then all we had to do, was hope
and pray that his little boy body didn't reject it.

As the days followed, I even had a visit from Craig, which I honestly
couldn't believe when they had told me that I had Mr Turner as a visitor,
until I literally saw him standing in the entrance of the room.

"Jack Patrick Holt, as I live and breathe..." he said softly, before he
walked over towards me.

He too, had aged and not in a good way, with several shades of stress that
could clearly be seen as he came closer to me. He reached out his right
hand, and I shook it immediately. I owed this man so much...I had literally
ripped our lives apart when I fell in love with Lucas, and for a while
there, I had totally turned Craig into someone that even he, probably
didn't even recognise.

"I won't stay long...I just...Natasha told me what you did for my boy...and
I just wanted to say...for that, I am insanely grateful. I can never thank
you enough...and after everything that I threatened to do to you all those
years ago..." he muttered, suddenly unable to look me in the eye.

I patted his arm before I cleared my throat.

"Craig, for a long time I wasn't myself as well. What happened between us,
ruined who I always thought I am. I always wanted to be a good person, but
all the years in the UK turned me into someone that I never want to be
again. Being back here, seeing all the love from my family, seeing how they
welcomed me back despite everything that had happened, is a fucking
blessing, I'll tell you that. But I wanna apologise to you, as
well. I...Jesus Craig...I never for one moment thought that I would ever
fall for Lucas, of all people. At the time, I hadn't seen him in years...I
still can't explain it and it has been eight long years now. I just hope
that one day you can forgive me, for ruining what we had. I am...terribly,
terribly sorry."

Craig nodded and pursed his lips.

"I am seeing someone right now...and this time it actually feels like it
might go somewhere, who knows. Maybe some day we can even meet up for a
drink and just...be friends maybe. I mean, from what Natasha tells me, my
boy is crazy about his Uncle Jack. And given time, I'm sure Lizzy will get
to love you just as much as her brother does."

I could only hope.

**

-ONE YEAR LATER-


"Come on, JJ! FASTER! You're nearly there!" I shouted on the top of my
voice.

"Like hell he is, Lizzy is gonna totally take this!" Van screamed even
louder, if that was at all possible.

"Is not!

"Are too!

"Guys, my head hurts!" Natasha giggled as she silenced us with one swift
movement of her tongue, before she placed the freshly made potato-and green
salads in front of us, ready for the barbeque that were having, the fire
already burning sky high in the outdoors "Braai area" that Van and Lucas
had installed, and the smell of freshly grilled meat could literally be
smelled for miles away.

"JJ, YOU GOT THIS!" I continued taunting Van, before I sunk down to my
knees, totally at the last second, as Lizzy had emphatically touched the
side of the swimming pool first, as she happily proceeded to dunk her twin
brother's head underneath the water as he came second, or last, if you
wanna really be technical here.

"SHE WINS...and the crowd goes WILD!" Van shouted as she raced towards her,
and lifted her out of the pool, high-fiving the squealing little girl.

"You see that? I used to beat Uncle Jack's ass in that same pool all the
time when we were your age!" he said with glee, and I allowed to him have
his five minutes of fame.

He has been doing wonders for her self-esteem, and to be honest, I think
that he too, just like I had with JJ, recognised a little bit of himself
inside Lizzy, and the two had been thick as thieves ever since he had
taught her to swim.

JJ had teached himself over course of the year, he was at that moment just
as independent as Lucas and Van had been at his age, and I walked over to
my nephew as I looked dejectedly over at me.

"I'm sorry I lost, Uncle Jack..." he muttered, but I lifted his wet little
butt out of the pool just like Van had done with Lizzy, and I hugged him
tightly to me.

"Don't worry, buddy...you'll get her next time, okay? Buds for life?" I
asked, as I reached out for a massive fist bump.

JJ eventually cracked a small smile, as he always did whenever he would
spend time with me and he SMASHED his eight-year-old fist hard as he could
against my own.

"BUDS FOR LIFE!" he yelled out loud, before he joined his sister at the
outside table, both the twins' eyes glistering as they saw what their
mother and prepared for them.

I noticed that Lucas wasn't with everyone at the BBQ area, and I quickly
asked Van if he had seen him.

"Down at the stables, you know him," Van answered as I nodded, patting his
shoulder as I walked past him.

The past year has been...nothing but exceptional, to say the very least. I
had moved back from the UK, and regained my job on the ranch as
veterinarian, at both Van and Lucas's request. I politely declined their
offer to co-own the ranch three ways as before...because I knew it was safe
and sound in their capable hands.

Little JJ was my rock these days...as he had so magnificently recovered
from his operation, and although it had already been a full year since the
transplant, I knew Natasha had always been worried about the risk of
rejection, but so far, so good.

He was an active little boy who loved the outdoors, much like his Uncle Van
and Lucas did when they were kids, but he had bonded with me the most, for
some reason. He was my own mini-me and I could have sworn that he looked
more like me, than anyone else in this family. He had Craig's eyes though,
which I had always thought was something symbolic, something to keep and
remember wistfully, from my first marriage to his father.

I spotted Lucas as I entered the barn...and walked up the stables, where
all the horses were kept that were attending to, importing and exporting
out to world wide buyers. Our horses were very much in demand, and that was
only because of the hard work and determination of both my brothers.

"Hey you..." Lucas said, happy to see me, as he quickly jogged over towards
me and took me in his arms, wrapping his entire body around my own, it
felt, before he kissed me with a passion that rivalled that of Jack and
Rose.

"Missed me?" he asked, and I could only nod, still amazed that what we had
started all those years ago, was still a thing right now. He loved me, and
I loved him and that would never change. Even though we were forced to hide
who we truly were to the rest of the world, we were prepared to do that, in
order to be together.

I sometimes caught a glimpse of Lucas, when he would play around with the
twins...realising that he would make a great father of his own, some day in
the future. We haven't talked about that subject of our relationship as
yet, but I have a feeling that I might bring it up soon. He was a natural
at everything he tried, and I was sure that he would treat his future
biological kids like they were his reason for living, too.

"Do we have time for a quick fuck?" he asked me, his voice full of lust and
passion, before he took my lips between his once more.

"Fuck yeah...let's get naked!" I managed to cry out as he finally released
me, before he stood aside and with an almighty powerful movement, he ripped
the t-shirt that he was wearing clean over his stacked upper body.

Once more I had to just...take a moment and appreciate just how far my kid
brother had come. He tall, built...so fucking muscular that I honestly
didn't know what the hell he kept seeing in someone like me, who was quite
literally the total fucking opposite.

Over the years in the UK, I had totally allowed myself to slump...I wasn't
fat by any means, but I wasn't skinny any more either. Plus, my once proud
six pack was long gone, with a lean sort of flabby action all that
remained. I was going to gym more regularly now though, and I hoped it was
only a matter of time before I looked anywhere near as I did before.

"Jesus, Lucas...after all these years I still get hard as FUCK when ever I
look at you," I muttered to him, and he smiled evilly, as he took off his
shorts that he had been wearing, along with his boxers, in one full
swoop. That dick...that beautiful man-dick would be enough to wet the pussy
of a God-fearing nun, never mind myself.

I quickly shredded my own clothes and pulled my brother closer to me in the
middle of the barn.

"If these walls could only talk, brother..." he whispered at me, before he
kissed me once more, so hard and so full of fucking intensity that I was
actually seeing stars.

He gently knelt me down, so that we were laying on the lose clumps of hay
that was scattered all along the floor of the barn, before he proceeded to
spit down on the palm of his hand, and started to lube up his dick.

"Still sore from last night?" he grinned at me, clearly proud of himself
over fucking me into oblivion not hours before.

"I'll never be too sore for you, Lukey..." I replied, before I sighed
happily as he suddenly and quickly took possession of my body and once
more, totally made it his own.

As always my eyes rolled back in their sockets as he drilled my ass, good
and proper, his youthful stamina not have caved in even an inch from the
time that he was a teenager. The only difference now was, that knew better
how to properly please his man and HELL YEAH, I wasn't about to complain.

He leaned over and kissed me so hard and so full of love, that I nearly God
damn CAME right then and there. His dick was performing magic on my
backside and I couldn't get enough of the way that he would pull out his
entire nine inches of hard man dick, and PUSH it back inside when I would
least expect it, slamming, caressing my prostrate over and over until I
nearly was at the edge of the orgasmic ravine.

"Guys, the meat is ready...OH SHIT! OH JESUS!"

We really had to learn to lock that GOD FORSAKEN DOOR!

Lucas tried his best to stand up, his dick still half way inside my ass,
which made things difficult and I for one, couldn't actually BARE to look
at Van, who was now very quickly retracing his steps, holding up both of
his hands in front of him, as a way of some form of apology.

"Fuck sake, if I knew you two horn dogs were getting up to this kinda stuff
in here, I would have given you a few more minutes! GOD! You were so loud
last night guys, I was surprised this morning Jack, that you could even
WALK!" he cried out, clearly nervous as hell, clearly awkward as hell, for
finding us like this.

My eye caught that of Lucas, and I raised my eyebrows just a tad. I
burrowed my eyes towards where Van was still standing, right now totally
unsure of what to even do.

Lucas looked back to me, and he frowned, before his eyes lit up, as we
totally got what was I suggesting.

We had talked about this before, but he never thought that it might become
a reality. Now...with all us three here together, two of us as naked as the
day were born and CLEARLY ready for action, there was no better time than
the present.

"You wanna?" I whispered.

"Fuck yeah..." he whispered back.

Lucas stood up, careful as to not to hurt me, before he walked over towards
Van. I swallowed, hard, and got up myself, before joining the love of my
life, in approaching my younger brother.

Van's eyes flickered in turn between myself and Lucas, before his eyes
narrowed, every second that we had gotten closer to him.

"Guys, I said I'm sorry..." he stared, but I grabbed his arm, softly, and
pulled him towards me.

"Come..." was all that I dared to even say.

Lucas too, nodded reassuringly over at Van, before taking his other hand,
as we led him further into the stable area, where we had been busy before
we had been interrupted.

Van stood to the side as he released him, before he opened his mouth to
start to say something, but he was immediately silenced as I placed by lips
onto his own.

He frantically tried to push himself away from me, as he clearly thought I
Was crazy as hell with my supposed boyfriend Lucas, standing RIGHT fucking
there, but Lucas was way too quick, as he was at Van's side quicker than
you could say THREESOME.

He turned Van's handsome face towards his own, once I was done with him,
cupping his chin lovingly as he did so.

"You have literally always been there for me, brother. Always. This...is
the very least that I could do..." Lucas softly stated, before he closed
his eyes and leaned in towards Van, before he urgently grasped Van's lips
between his own.

A raw cry of note STREAMED through Van's chest and throat as he finally
realised just what he had in mind...he kissed Lucas back with just as much
passion and just as much intensity as what Lucas did me earlier, before he
reached over and cradled Lucas's face in his big hands, deepening the kiss
between the two brothers, before he finally released Lucas's lips and
turned back towards me.

I winked at Lucas, and he nodded, grinning as he did so, before moved in
and kissed me like his life depended on it, more even that he needed to
take his next breath.

"FUCKKKKK..." Van sighed in pure sexual pleasure as he watched in shock
horror how me and Lucas slowly sunk down to our knees, before we were at
the board shorts that he was wearing, and we hastily got rid of the nasty,
pesky material as we moved it down, falling uselessly by his ankles in the
process.

Van's dick was straining towards the skies, his huge eight-and-a-half-inch
monster was literally BEGGING for us to play with and to enjoy. A drop of
pre cum, glistening at the gap of his flaring piss slit was looking
inviting at best.

"Guys, you really don't have to do this...seriously, we can just go
home..."

"SHUT UP, VAN!" both Lucas and myself ordered our brother, before I took
the initiative and took Van's pulsing cockhead inside the warmth of my
thirsty mouth.

"HOLY SH...SHIT!" Van sighed in awe, as much as in lust, as he leaned back
and placed both of his hands over his face, as if he couldn't bare to watch
what I was doing. I had Van's cock inside my mouth before, and it was just
as delicious as I could remember it being.

Van's legs buckled and shook, as I looked down and saw that Lucas had
slowly creeped in under all of us and was now slowly using his tongue and
skilled mouth to suck on Van's balls. I looked down at Lucas, taking Van's
left nut inside the pit of his mouth, and rolling the piece of baby making
equipment around with his tongue that I knew Van must have been going out
of his mind. The speed of which his cock was leaking pre, gave me a pretty
good enough idea.

I smeared my tongue over Van's penis, and as I tried my best to gobble up
every bit of ball juice that I possibly could get, licking all the way
across a massive vein that was situated inside his powerful organ, whilst
Lucas was busy occupying his time in giving Mario and Luigi down there a
good and proper sponge bath.

There was no way that Van was ever going to last, not with two experienced
mouths bathing his genitals in warm saliva, there was just no chance.

"Gonna cum...gonna fuckin CUM!" he roared at the top of his voice, as I
literally DRAGGED Lucas upwards to me, so that were both now facing Van's
cockhead, waiting...yearning...CRAVING to taste our brother, in more ways
than one.

Lucas grinned and together, we made out with Van's flaring piss slit lodged
in between our lips. Van hissed loud above us as he drove his best in
between our shared kisses, faster, ever faster. I could literally FEEL
Van's cock pulsating as it was getting ready to spew its brotherly lava all
over us, as I was sure than Lucas could to.

Van axed his back as his cock simply could take no more and with an
almighty ROAR from deep inside his gullet, he BLASTED his powerful jets of
thick, creamy white sperm all over his two brothers. Lucas and I were like
mad man right then, trying our level best to gobble up every ounce of baby
juice that we could, as we culminated in kissing each other, mixing Van's
sperm between us as much as we could.

As I licked and sucked the last remaining but of protein from Lucas's red
lips, I looked upwards at Van, who was still completely and utterly
statuesque, as he sighed happily and pulled both of us up, so that we were
facing him.

"No telling Christian about any of this...you two hear me?" he warned, but
I totally saw the amusement in his eyes.

Together me and Lucas hugged our brother to us, as we both laid our heads
on his massive chest, side by side, united as one.

"Don't worry...we know how to keep secrets in this family, by now..." I
giggled, as Lucas kissed Van's chest, completely content.

**

Moon light shone over the mountains surrounding the ranch, as I placed a
warm cup of coffee at Lucas's side, before leaning down and kissing his
head, taking his ponytail in my hand and lovingly caressing it with my
fingers.

God knows, he loved it when I played with his hair.

Sitting down myself, I stared at nothing in particular, as the pool in
front of us was making small waves in the early summer night breeze.

Lucas took my hand and he softly kissed it.

"Means so much to have you here, at my side, where you fucking belong..."
he whispered, looking lovingly into me eyes as he did so.

"I'm the lucky one...Jesus, you could have so easy told me to back off all
those years ago, after Dad died...when we first fell in love...you could
have just said NO, and that would have been that. You had your entire life
before you at age fifteen and you still chose me..." I whispered, getting
hella emotional with every damn word.

Lucas smiled and drank a sip of his coffee.

"It's not like we can ever get married though," he murmured.

I sighed.

"No...but who needs that anyway? We know what we mean to each other,
brother. What we FEEL for each other. No fucking marriage certificate or
even a fucking ring, can ever change that."

Lucas grinned, before he kissed me yet again.

For a while it was quiet around us, before he squeezed my hand.

"What are you thinking right now?" he whispered in the moonlit moment.

I sighed happily.

My life had gone from being chased away from this very ranch at the tender
age of fifteen, to finally coming home when Dad had passed away, to falling
in love with my kid brother, to realise that he too, incredibly, felt the
same way, to where I had asked my husband Craig for a divorce...shockingly
finding out that Lucas had been the one who had pushed our father to his
death...to creating ever lasting bonds with both Van and Natasha...to being
blackmailed by Craig to never see Lucas again, to where Natasha had
admitted that she was pregnant and that Craig was the father...to the
horror of a petrol bomb being thrown into our house, leading the
destruction of said house and death of Lucas's beloved horse, Silver.

I had lost my way for seven years in Surrey, before fate once more, brought
me back here, and this time not even the ghost of Butch Holt would be
enough to get me away from here, for even a day, it felt.

I had everything I ever wanted, with me...right here, right now.

"You really wanna know what I'm thinking?" I teased him.

"Heck yeah!" came the excited reply.

I leaned over and took his face in my hands, and kissed him for what felt
like the millionth time.

I slowly pulled away, and stared at his beautiful face...his
fifteen-year-old reflection still evident in his adult features, every time
that I looked at the man that he had become, from the boy that he was
before.

"Holy shit...my brother is HOT!" I whispered, before our mutual,
everlasting passion overtook us, once more.

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THANKS FOR READING!!

I really, honestly, TRULY hope that I did all of you justice.

THANK YOU for sticking with me, until the bitter end.

Love always,
Ryan

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