Thread: The War Zone [Assficianado & YellowSmoke]

As Tom stood looking down at his father, he realized that the only thoughts he had for the man were negative. Pity, shame, angerand it saddened him. He had thought his father made of sterner stuff, but when the losses began to pile up, he crumbled. Tom had never thought his father a superman, but he had never suspected that he was so weak, either. It wasnt as if Tom didnt understand what his father was going through, either, for he and Lara were going through the same heartbreak. His mother? Their grandmother. His wife? Their mother. His son? Their brother. His loss was their loss, so Tom understood. But their father was older. Their father was their father , and he and Lara had been expecting him to act like a father, to give them the love and support they needed more than ever, and to tell them that everything would be alright again, if only someday. But he had quit. He had crawled into a bottle and relinquished his role as man of the familyand it broke Toms heart. As he leaned over his father and began to pull him upright, Tom knew that things would never be the same between him and his Dad. He knew that his place as a man of the family had risen while his father's had fallen. Of course, their family would soon consist of only Lara, his father, and himself. He realized that, but what he hadnt considered, what hadnt even crossed his mind, was that there was only enough room for one alpha male. Whether in a pack of wolves or in a domestic household, there could only be one top dog, and Tom was already establishing his territory by taking what once had been his fathers. Get up, Dad. Lets get you to your bed. Tom watched as Ray opened a bleary eye and gazed up at him balefully. Yeah, I know youre comfortable now, but you wont be soon enough, so lets go. Getting a powerful arm around his fathers waist, Tom hoisted Ray to his feet and led him down the hall to his room. As he pulled down the sheets and blankets, Tom made his father undress before allowing him to collapse into the bed. As he covered him up and shut out the bedside lamp, Tom thought how pathetic it was to have to put his own father to bedand it hadnt been the first time that week, either. Closing the door to his room, Tom mused that it wouldnt be the last, either. In the hall bathroom, Tom brushed his teeth with a disposable toothbrush before he took off his linen slacks and folded them over the hamper. He was stepping into his terrycloth shorts when he noticed his cockreally noticed it. It hung, thick and heavy, between his legs, and he tried to remember the last time he had masturbated. One didnt normally think of grief as a driver of lust, but high emotions can only be borne for so long before they need to be released, and sex of any kind was always a wonderful release. Tom looked in the mirror for a few moments before he looked down and took his cock in his hand. It seemed to swell to his touch almost instantly, and as he gently stroked it, it began to fill his hand and lengthen. His breathing deepened, and he was ready to take it to it natural conclusion when he thought of Lara lying alone in his bed. Oddly, his thoughts werent sexual. Instead, he felt that he should be there with her. She needed the touch and companionship of a loved one, and as their father had ceded that responsibility as well, Tom felt that he should try to love Lara even more. He wasnt sure if that were possible, but what was possible was for him to spend even more time by her sideso Tom took his hands away from his cock and waited until it went downenough. Entering his room and closing the door behind him, Tom was struck by how natural and right it seemed to be in his room. The house was filled with grief and despair, but somehow, inside his room, all was almost right. His bedside lamp put out just enough lighta glow, reallyto see by. His neat little room was as it always was, and in the center was his bedand in his bed was Lara. He could see her blond tresses spilling out over his covers, and he had to stop for a moment. He stared at the back of her head, then around the room , then the back of her head againand Tom wondered what it would be like if it were this way every night. Outside his door life was stormy and cruel, but here, in his room, was a little sea of tranquility , and Tom wondered if it couldnt be that Lara, instead of waiting for him in his bedfor solace, for comfortcould be waiting, every night, for himbut in their bed. For comfort, yes, but also for his love...and for him to make love to her. He knew it was but a dream, but the warmth of the room, the gentle glow of the lamp, her scent in the air, and his own emotions all made it seem so attainable, so realistic, as if all he had to do was slip in beside her and take her. He would take her, and she would know that she belonged to him. His thoughts about domesticity, about gentle lovemaking were merely a veneer for his deeper drives. He was the ascendant alpha male. He was rising and his father was fallingand he needed a mate. For so long Tom had accepted his sexual desire for Lara as just a natural part of who he was that he naturally began to think of her as his when the male dynamics shifted. He wasnt conscious of it, of course. He still thought of his desire for her as just a purely sexual thing, driven by his love for her and the thrill of having depraved sex with the one person in the world he was most intimate with, yet forbidden the ultimate intimacy. Making love to herwith herwas more outrageous than merely having sex with her, for Tom couldnt imagine her feeling as he didbut there were times, as now, when it was almost believable. But far beneath the surface, Toms feelings were far baser and instinctual. He looked at Lara as currently belonging to Raybut Tom was young and hungry, driven by lust and love and an instinctual desire to protect herand he intended to take Lara away from him. He wasnt conscious of any of it, but as he moved towards the bed, he felt himself stir as he gazed at her hair. Hearing him approach, she turned her head to look at him as she said How's dad? Still asleep? Nodding his head, he took the last few steps and got into bed beside her after turning off the lamp. Slipping beneath the covers, he snuggled up beside her. As she was on her side facing away from him, Tom wrapped his arm around her upper body and felt for her hand. I got him off the couch and into his bed. Tom nestled his face in her neck and pulled her small body closer to his. He felt her smooth legs against his own, felt her small breasts on either side of his hand as he twined his fingers in hers, and it was only by biting his lip periodically that he kept his cock from stiffening as it pressed against her firm, yet giving, bottom. Im getting tired of this, Lara. Hes the father and were the kidsor thats the way its supposed to be. I cant keep taking care of him. Im worried for you, and Ill always be here to take care of you, but II cant keep this up much longer. WhenI mean, if Mom dies, then what? Hes gone to pieces now. What happens then? Toms voice was little more than a whisper, and as he spoke, he could smell Lara. It wasnt perfume or soap, it was Lara . It was the scent of a woman. The smell of her breath, her sweat, even her pussyall the pheromones and hormones that made up the distinctly female aroma all combined to create one scent that Tom could recognize as belonging only to his sister. Laras scent by itself was enough to excite him, but being in bed with her, holding her close, both of them half nakedit was almost too much for Tom. He was biting his lip almost constantly, and he was hoping that she would fall asleep soon, for an erection was inevitable. Well, I dont knowbut I did promise you that itll get better, and it willat least for you and me. It wont be what it used to be, but well make it good. Youll be happy again, too. I promise you,Lara. Now, go to sleep. Tom pushed his mouth through her hair until he reached the soft skin of her neck. He kissed her a few times, tenderly, and then relaxed as best he could. Had the light been on, he might have seen the tiny drop of bright red blood fall from his lip onto the white of the sheet.