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We would both sleep well into the afternoon of the next day. It was so strange to sleep in. There were always chores to do. I inevitably had something that either Baby or Mama had dropped or worn out to fix. Otis would have thrown something that needed repair. Grandpa would fiddle with something until he broke it. These were the things of life in the house. Mama would be cooking something delicious. Otis and Baby provoking each other. Maybe he’d be painting or “sculpting” while she was leafing through books on starlets. Grandpa would be yelling at the television. Tiny would be wandering around looking for something to do or trying to stay out of the way. On occasion he would be doing a chore. Our lives were simple but complex at the same time. We all relied upon each other. Maybe I started thinking about this as I am realizing that last night I fucked my brother until we both collapsed. Well it is true that Otis is not really related to me. I wonder if things will be different between us now. He stirred in my arms. I would have to clean and assess his wounds today. He would definitely not like that. “R.J.?” There was Mama knocking on the door.

Great how would I explain this one? “Yeah, Mama?”

Mama strode into the room still in her nightgown. Although it seemed more like something that Dad would have liked to see her in as they went to bed. “Did you two have a good night?”

I felt myself blush. “Yeah, everything went fine.” I looked away momentarily. My guts growled and I began to smell her cooking. I noticed that she was carrying a bowl filled with stew.

“Why don’t you go and get something to eat? I’ll watch over Otis.” She shooed me with her hand. “Your father is down there, you should go and say hello.” The thought hit me like a ton of brick. Cutter is the reason Otis was hurt in the first place. I really had no desire to see him. “Rufus.” Her voice was flat and commanded my attention. “Go downstairs and see your father and eat.” I scurried out of the room and down the stairs. Damn it, I wanted to be with Otis.

“Why hi, son!” Cutter bellowed when I came into the kitchen.

“Hi, dad.” I replied nonchalantly, maybe he’d take the hint and leave me alone. I sighed, never mind it’s Dad. When has he ever taken a hint?

“So you and Otis, gettin’ to know each other, huh?” What the hell? Did our relationship air on the nightly news? “You know, R.J., if you needed some danger in your bed I could go down to the creek and get ya a rattler. You could snuggle up with that snake and have better odds of not getting’ bit.” He laughed. It was pretty funny in a way but I was in a lousy mood. I was worried about Otis. “Oh, come on now, boy. Nothin’ happens in the House without everyone knowing bout it. Apparently you’re pretty good in the sack.” I felt my eyes widen. Now that comment was just weird. “So do you want to fix an engine for me? It’s for the exhibit up the road.”

“Yeah, sure.” I was embarrassed and trying to eat.

“Well I’ll let you nurse your little love interest and when he gets pissed and bites ya, you can work out your aggression on that motor, kay?”

“Yes, dad.” I was starting to get pissed.

“Hey R.J, ever hear the Indian story about the woman and the snake?”

Can never take a hint, can he. “No, dad.” Now leave me the fuck alone please!

“A woman took in a snake, nursed it all better, then one day it bit her. When she asked it why it done that the snake told her, “Cause I’m a snake, dumb bitch.” Cutter suddenly pulled me by my shirt close to his face. I could feel his hot breath on me. “Now I’ve known that snake for a along time. That little white snake is about as stable as nitroglycerin in a milk jug and as mean as a badger with a stick up its ass. Think about what you’re doin’, boy.” He released me and I hurried away to spoon some stew into a bowl. I ate greedily, quelling the growling of my stomach. Returning up the stairs Cutter’s warning repeated in my mind.

“Come on now, baby…you’ve gotta eat.” Mama was coaxing Otis trying to get him to eat when I entered into the room. Otis had his head turned away from the food. She looked up at me with exasperation in her deep eyes. “Maybe you can get ‘im to eat.” She offered the bowl of food to me. She spent a few more moments stroking his hair and finally kissing him on his forehead. Mama headed out the door dejectedly.

“Okay, you’re going to eat. You need to.” I told Otis. He looked up at me with weakness in his eyes. Offered him the spoonful of food and he turned away from it. “Otis.” I commanded his attention back to the food. Our eyes locked, his maroon eyes turning violet in the daylight. Anyone who could ever think of an albino as ugly was an idiot. They’re beautiful. I pushed my sentiments aside as he had to eat. I set the spoon on his lips. “Eat it.” He hesitantly took a bite. I got another spoonful of food and coaxed him into eating it. Otis usually wasn’t big on food anyway. I imagine that the drugs weren’t helping.

After an eternity he had eaten the bowl of stew. Otis shifted uncomfortably on the bed. I climbed into bed with him. He was usually fairly active so I imagine that lying around for days was starting to make his body ache. I began to massage his back, feeling his strong form beneath my touch. Otis was not large but there was a powerful strength inside of him. Hell, he was beautiful. It didn’t help that running my hands over his firm body was causing me to have a raging hard-on. He moaned softly in pleasure. Otis seemed to be getting more coherent by the day and being so close to him was driving me crazy. I never had the chance before to be next to him. I was either too scared or he was enrapt in some artist’s dream. Now he needed me. I fed him, soothed him, and healed him. He was mine and I would make sure that he remembered that he was mine. A smile melted across my face as I began to work on his shoulders. Otis, so independent, so fearless. So long as he remembered his place, things would go fine. Mine, he was mine.
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I’m tired, kids. Expect more R.J. obsessing later. Please take note that things will begin to get very twisted. Again I own nothing but their musings in my head. Stay tuned with clean keyboards and a spare set of handcuff keys…