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Uncertainty	By : SparksDonnen Category: M through R > Newsies Views: 2882 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Uncertainty

The
small tenement was silent – or it should have been – when
David Jacobs stepped through the door. For a long moment, there was
no sound save the mumble of the street five stories below, coming
through the window that was inched open. David frowned and moved to
close out the chill of November winds. It was then that he heard the
noise, a soft pathetic mewling sound. Thinking there must be a cat
stuck out on the fire escape, David pushed the window further open
and leaned out but there was nothing but the frosty metal steps and
bars to see. With a frown, he closed the window and moved towards the
sink to wash the ink smudges from his cold fingers. Again, he heard a
soft noise, this time it was like whispered conversation and the
shift of weight moving on a bedspring. He turned and frowned at the
closed door of the bedroom knowing that there wasn't supposed to be
anyone home besides himself.

His
ink stained hands forgotten, David edged closer to the door. His
father was working at his new job, his mother was visiting one of her
friends who had fallen ill the week before, Les was playing with some
of the younger newsies at the lodging house, and Sarah was still
working at the sewing shop. David slowly turned the handle of the
door and pushed it open a fraction of an inch, peeking into the room
as he did so. The image he saw before him was immediately burned into
his mind as fire and ice both tore down his body. Ice curled around
his insides as he watched Jack – his best friend, Jack Kelly –
move slowly over his sister's body. Fire burned behind his eyes, and
lower yet.

Neither
Jack nor Sarah was dressed and, while rather more sheltered than the
common newsboy, David was not fooled for a moment as to what they
were doing upon her bed in a tangle of sheets and whispered fragments
of speech. For a long moment, he was too stunned to react to what he
saw and so he watched as Jack lowered his head and kissed across
Sarah's breast. In a detached manner, he noted that Sarah's skin was
extremely pale and clean compared to Jack's, that her breasts were
larger than he would have expected, and that she was making the most
bizarre noise – a sound he could only categorize as 'tortured
pleasure.' Then his mind realized what he was watching and the fire
behind his eyes grew hotter.

He
should open the door, he should force Jack to leave and he should
make sure his sister was forbidden from ever seeing Jack again. Even
as he steeled himself for the fight that was sure to come, Jack
shifted and bit Sarah's breast, close to the raised nipple and she
let out a soft screech, arching her back up against him. Jack wrapped
his arms around her tightly and rolled them over so that he was
staring up at her and she down at him, her back to the door now. The
sheet that had been covering them from just above the hips now fell
down and pooled near Jack's knees. David blinked at the broad expanse
of his sister's skin that he was now able to view and watched in
fascination as Sarah began a slow rhythm of rocking her hips back and
forth. Jack smiled up at her and set his hands on her hips, but
didn't move more than to gently caress her skin now and again.

“Stop
them!” screamed part of his mind, and David knew he should.
He didn't want to stop them, however. He wanted to just watch them,
fascinated by the pure animal like sounds and movements they each
made. It was like watching two dogs fighting, there was nothing civil
or proper in the actions taken – it was only done for the sake
of the act itself. David knew that Jack held no love for Sarah and
part of him was angered by that fact while another part did not blame
Jack for taking the pleasure so openly offered to him. Jack was from
the streets and had taught David that one of the most important rules
of the street was to do whatever it took to survive, enjoying
whatever little pleasures may come one's way without a second thought
and no regrets after. Apparently Sarah was offering quite a large
pleasure, David observed mildly as Jack's eyes closed and he let out
a soft groan.

Sarah
pushed her hair over her shoulder and leaned down over him to whisper
in his ear and Jack opened his eyes to look at her. David felt all
the fire surrender to ice as Jack's eyes remained on the slightly
open door through which he was watching them – as Jack's eyes
stayed glued on his face. Without sound or movement, David clearly
understood and he pushed the door open and stepped into the room.

Sarah
turned and let out a shriek of mingled horror and surprise, twisting
as though to climb off the bed or hide behind Jack. Jack wrapped an
arm around her waist and let her do neither as he stared at her
brother, laying on her bed and perfectly naked. David barely
registered the fact that Jack's cock was stiff and erect as he looked
into his friend's eyes.

“How
could you do this?” He wanted to ask, so desperately
wanted to speak yet still he could not look away from Jack's eyes.

“How
couldn't I?” Jack's eyes seemed to ask and David understood
again, in a complete and uncertain way, that Jack was only doing what
came natural to him. Sarah's voice suddenly cut through the buzz of
shock and anger and horror that had been spinning in David's mind.

“David,
please... you can't tell Mama or Papa, they'll-”

“They'd
never understand,” David spoke softly, nodding. He still had
not broken eye contact with Jack.

As
suddenly as Jack's eyes had locked onto his own, the broke the gaze,
dropping down his body. David felt a chilly rush of embarrassment as
Jack's lips twitched into a smirk of knowing, his eyes resting on
David's groin. David resisted the urge to cover himself with his
hands, knowing it was useless.

“Well,
we can help there,” Jack's voice was soft and light, but there
was a steel undertone that David had never heard before. It made him
shiver with anticipation and fear.

Sarah,
now freed from Jack's grip, turned to find her clothes but Jack
caught her hands and kissed her hard. He moved behind her crouched
form and – before she could react or stop him – pulled
her down upon him again, pressing himself into her as she stiffened
and let out a low moan. David felt the heat of a blush burn over his
cheeks as he imagined what it must feel like. Sarah's hand caught his
and David jumped, suddenly realizing she was staring right at him.
Not at his groin, though, but up into his eyes. She gave him a tiny
smile and pulled him closer.

“It's
alright, Davey,” she whispered before gasping as Jack shifted
and pulled her hips down against his again.

David
nodded, his throat was dry and his tongue felt swollen. He couldn't
have spoken if his life depended on it. Sarah smiled knowingly and
her free hand slid up the inside of his thigh before David could
protest. She let her other hand rest lightly on his hip, pulling him
closer to them until he was only a foot or so from the bed. Sarah's
hand slid up further and then, without warning, she hand both hands
on his belt, unfastening his pants and pulling them down.

David
stared at his sister in shock for a moment, then started to pull
away. Her hands on his hips stopped him and he winced as her nails
dug into the skin. She held him tightly as she lowered her head and
he whimpered as he felt her hot breath on his shaft. For a moment, he
thought she was going to laugh at him or speak. He looked down and
saw Jack watching him keenly and, again, David found himself caught
in that hazel gaze. Jack was still and therefore so was David, Jack
was silent and so was David.

Jack
didn't blink as Sarah lowered her lips and took the head of David's
cock into her mouth but David did. With a slight start, he closed his
eyes and let out a soft moan. Her mouth was hot and his cock was
already aching for attention that he was ashamed to give it. Jack sat
up straighter as Sarah's tongue flicked over the slit of David's cock
and the younger boy gave a soft yelp of surprise.

“Quiet.”
Jack's voice, soft and stern, echoed through the room and
reverberated off the walls in a harsh order. David bit his lip and
stared at the other boy.

Sarah's
lips moved lower, slowly taking another inch of David's shaft into
her mouth and she began to suck. At first gently and then with
growing determination, she sucked, her hands sliding down over
David's buttocks, squeezing now and again as she ran her hands up and
down the backs of his thighs. David reached down and laid his hands
upon her shoulders to push her away, everything in his mind was
screaming at him that this was wrong. That this was a perversion and
was damning him to hell.

She
took him deeper into her mouth, sucking harder, and David's hands
were tangled in her hair, pulling her closer to him – pushing
all the way into her mouth. Sarah didn't seem surprised and began to
suck him hard and then softly, her tongue rhythmically caressing the
underside of his hardened member. David's eyes were still locked on
Jack as he shifted again and began to rock slowly into Sarah's hips.

David
gasped as his sister's moan shuddered through him and he closed his
eyes, suddenly realizing that Jack had planned this. He wanted to
stop them, to pull away and run, to hide and finish himself alone and
in shame. He wanted them to turn away from him and finish themselves
while he tried to erase the images from his mind. Sarah let out
another moan and David jerked as she gripped the backs of his thighs
tightly, her fingers digging into the skin and he bit back a moan of
his own.

The
room was filled with the sounds of lust – panting and moaning,
the rustle of material as sheets and clothes shifted as bodies moved.
David's eyes were still locked with Jack's and then, suddenly, little
lights began to flicker behind his eyes as the delight coursing
through him came to a head. He closed his eyes, and tightened his
fingers in Sarah's hair as she tried to pull away from him. For a
moment, she scrabbled, her nails scratching long lines of fire down
David's back and hips. Then she fell still and obediently swallowed
his release as he sagged away from her, collapsing onto the other bed
in the room.

Sarah
sat up, trying to catch her breath and moaned helplessly as Jack
shifted, leaving her on her knees before the bed as he began to slam
into her over and over. She began to whimper and moan, gripping the
bed's edge as he ran his hands over her breasts and stomach
repeatedly. David opened his eyes and watched them quietly, barely
registering the noises they made over the sound of his own heartbeat
thundering in his ears. Jack dropped one hand between her legs and
Sarah stiffened, letting out a strangled moan as she rocked back
against him.

Jack's
breathing was coming in short gasps when Sarah began to babble
incoherently, her forehead pressed against the corner of the
mattress. David idly wondered why she was begging him to keep going
when Jack was showing no signs of stopping or slowing. Then, with an
unearthly moan, Jack grabbed Sarah's hips and began to thrust into
her harder and faster than before. She let out a surprised yelp and
David saw her hand drop down between her legs to continue the teasing
that Jack had stopped. It could have only been a minute or two more,
but it felt like hours. Watching as sweat slid down between Jack's
shoulder blades, David sat up and managed to get his pants closed and
knelt, clamping a hand over Sarah's mouth as her voice began to rise.

Jack
grinned slightly and continued to move, whispering in broken breaths
that it was alright and he was almost ready. Sarah moaned and
shuddered, her fingers rubbing over herself desperately. David's free
hand rubbed up and down her shoulder and arm as he leaned forward to
whisper that it was alright and she didn't need to worry. Jack's moan
was deafeningly loud in his ear and David could sense the sudden
release of tension as Jack pulled Sarah tightly against him as his
climax took him.

Sarah
uttered a pathetic sob and continued to stroke herself urgently and
David shifted so he was sitting in front of her, rubbing his hands
over her breasts gently as Jack's hand dropped between her legs
again. The two boy crouched over her for a long moment and then Sarah
began to shudder, her head on Jack's shoulder as she moaned and
gasped. Jack kissed her shoulder and covered her mouth with his hand
as she moaned.

It
seemed like days before Jack finally moved, pulling away from Sarah
and gently lifting her to her feet so she could dress. He sat beside
David quietly, appearing unconcerned that he was completely naked. He
watched Sarah with unabashed interest as she pulled her skirt on and
hurried out.

“She'll
go bathe now,” Jack explained after a minute, still not moving
to dress.

“And
you?” David turned to look at his friend.

“And
I'll leave before your parents come back,” Jack smiled
ruefully. “You?”

“I'll
have to wash up a bit anyway,” David held up his dirty hands.

“I'll
see you tomorrow.” Jack rose and began to dress then. “Will
you tell them?”

“No,”
David shook his head and frowned, “but I won't do that again
either.”

Jack
nodded and pulled on his boots, then climbed out onto the fire escape
and disappeared. David just sat, letting the cool air play over his
flushed skin, not listening as Sarah washed, babbling nonsense to him
from the other room. When she was bathed and dressed, she returned
and sat next to him. Silently, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders
and still he stared out the window.

What
had happened to him, he wondered, that he could sit there and accept
what had happened casually. Fear and confusion and condemnation
fought for dominance of his mind. And part of his mind just wanted to
linger on what had happened, on the secrecy and intimacy he had
shared with his sister and best friend that afternoon.

The End
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