Author's Note: Hey Guys this is my newest story in several years; others have been removed as they are outdated and highly irrelevant. Many may disagree with this stories content, but I am putting this here as a warning. Like many stories of its kind, this story is ripe with adult content and incest.

Read ONLY if you like, if you don't DO NOT read it. This story is purely a work of fantasy and in no way reflects the ideas or practices of the Author. Without further Ado Enjoy

Unbreakable Bonds

Chapter One: Him again?

Darry's POV:

I felt extremely dazed as the incessant screeching of the phone on the nightstand brought my head from the pillow. Who the fuck would call so early in the morning? Then I realized it was actually late afternoon and I had worked last night. Christ I slept all day.

"Hello?" I said into the phone groggily. I heard a muffled response and was cursing the lying salesman for his pitch on clarity with the model. Suddenly I realized I had the phone upside down and quickly flipped the receiver so I was actually speaking into the mouth piece. "Sorry could you repeat that?"

The voice on the other end of the line was high pitched and sounded irritated beyond belief. "I said, Mr. Curtis…" there was a pause and I am sure the woman was rolling her eyes. "My name is Gladys and I am calling from East Hill Secondary School. Ya'll need to come down here; Ponyboy Curtis has been how shall I put this? Knocked out…" My heart jumped in my chest immediately with a shot of panic. I sure as hell was awake now. I dropped the phone and bolted for the living room. I got to my bedroom door before I realized that I wasn't even wearing pants. Running back into the room and pulling on my jeans I heard the irritating sound of the phone's dial tone as it hung from the spiraled cord. I hung up the phone as I pulled on a tight black t-shirt and I ran out the door jumping the last several steps off the front porch.

Jumping into the truck I slammed my fist down on the dashboard. "Damn it Ponyboy, why is it always you?" I asked out loud. From other people milling about, I would have looked simply the worried older brother or parent, but anyone who was close to my family knew that it went much deeper. My brothers and I were close, but Ponyboy and I had an unbreakable bond. Love. Albeit a bond that to most would seem wrong and entirely inappropriate, but for whatever reason for us it worked. I don't know when I clued into the fact that I was gay, I mean sure I always knew I was different and girls really didn't do it for me. I think my first Gayscepade was senior year of high school, but other than feeling normal it really wasn't that exciting. No different than being straight and sleeping with a girl who just wasn't very good in bed.

Batting for the other team really wasn't that uncommon in our neighborhood. In fact, you could say that being straight was pretty rare. Most the gang was either Gay or at the very least Bi-sexual. We all meshed well, you were who you were. Love was not something people could choose or control.

As for my brother and I, I really have no excuses. It just happened. Ever since our parents had died two years ago there was this incredible tension between us, but once we acknowledged there was something else going on, life had been peaceful. And… he was Ponyboy, was pretty hard not to love him. As thoughts of Ponyboy intruded my thoughts my mind riveted on the current situation. Fuck Gladys, couldn't ya have given me any more information than 'knocked out' I thought.

The truck's back tires swerved as I pulled into the High School's parking lot. Sixteen Year olds…. I thought cursing Pony despite fact that I loved him; he could be so fucking dense. What had he gotten himself into? I shook my head at the thought. Was I any different at his age? Well no probably not, but… that was totally different. I was the oldest. I was allowed to be stupid and reckless.

I pushed open the door to the front office and marched up to the receptionist's desk. Pushing a little freshman girl aside I stared at the curly redhead who, according to her nametag, was Gladys. "Where's my little brother?" I said. My voice was a little higher than I anticipated.

"Well well, Mr. Darrel Curtis I presume." Gladys said with a smirk. I rolled my eyes upward. Well who did she expect President Lyndon B. Fucking Johnson? Breath Darrel Breath I thought to myself and forced a smile.

"Oh I do apologize Ma'am. Yes I am Ponyboy's guardian. I believed you called me a while ago?" I answered; matching her tone in my own sickingly sweet way. She nodded and motioned for me to come around to a door beside the desk. She led me to a small room at the back and opened the door to the sick room. Lying on a bed in far corner was my brother who was visibly unconscious. An involuntary gasp escaped my lips.

"He is breathing and everything seems normal Mr. Curtis. I am the schools registered nurse and it appears he simply passed out from either the pain or anxiety itself. We did administer some pain killer that does make you sleepy as well, he'll come around." Gladys said softly.

"Sweet Jesus!"