Aunque Mi Vida Me Cuesta

Chapter Twenty-Four: Impressions

Disclaimer: They. Are. Not. Mine. Except for the youths. They are. No others.

Summary: Stan finds out.

Notes: Well, a lot of you have been wondering where Stan's been here, and why Kyle's been having to take care of Ryan. I hope this chapter answers your questions.

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June 1, 2026

South Park, CO

12:17 P.M.

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Stan's POV

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I'm working on final grades for my P.E. classes when Kyle comes into my office. I hope it's something that'll give me a good distraction from this shit. I've spent my first five hours totaling demerits throughout my classes, and I'm just about to the point where I can go in and apply them to grades. Bleh, I swear one of these days I'll change the P.E. grading scale. It shouldn't be this goddamn complicated! The class is basically show up, change clothes, run three laps, play a sport, run three laps, shower, change clothes, and leave. I should be able to just treat each task like an assignment, equally weighted. The only holdup is the fact that the school board won't let me install closed-circuit cameras in the showers so that I can take a headcount of who all did that assignment. Something about pedophilia concerns, and how most of the newer parents in the district are still uncomfortable with my sexuality. You can imagine my disappointment when I hear the first words out of his mouth.

"We need to talk," he says, quite seriously.

"What's up?" I ask, turning to face him.

"It's Ryan. He's got a problem."

"But he got his haircut, he's started at least looking normal again," I protest. I had assumed that Kyle had been able to fix whatever had been wrong with my boy and that all was good now. He's still dressing funny, but a lot of kids here dress like that, so I put it aside. Of course, he still isn't talking to his brother…

"That's not what was wrong with him!" Kyle snaps, shutting and locking the door to my office behind him.

"Oh?" I ask. "Then what was?"

"He's gay, and it's partially our fault," my husband tells me.

"He is? Really? I've never seen him with anyone…" I say. "Wait…a couple of nights ago, that concert trip he went to with Danny, was that…a date?"

"Not really…Ryan went in with the mindset that it was, but he didn't tell Danny because … well, would YOU want Danny thinking you have an attraction to him?"

"No," I reply. "I've had to break up an incident with that once this year in the showers, and that's quite enough."

"What?" Kyle asks.

"Danny was getting shit about being thin after class, and made some sort of smart comment to one of the people razzing him, and apparently the guy told Danny to blow him, and he did. Well, tried to at least."

"Goddamn bisexuals…" Kyle muttered. "Worse than Kenny, I swear…"

"You were saying, though?" I ask, trying to get him back on track. "That it wasn't really a date with Danny? Who's he with, then?"

"He's not with anyone," he tells me. "He wants to be with someone, he wants it really, really badly, but we're both pretty sure that the object of his affections isn't interested in him that way."

"Well who is it?"

"David."

"David as in…?"

"David as in his gorgeous, adorable, athletic, utterly sexalicious twin brother David," Kyle responds. "His words, not mine."

"And you said this was partially OUR fault?" I ask, incredulously. Kyle nods. "How!? How in the Hell can you hold us responsible for this?"

"After the disaster with Danny, Ryan woke me up to tell me that it didn't work, he couldn't be with anyone but David. And then he told me why he first became attracted to his brother."

"I'm listening," I tell him.

"He saw me do you. Redhead doing ravenhead. And it turned him on. And he's had dreams every night since of getting fucked by his brother. REALLY vivid dreams. They're perfect down to the last detail, down to the last bead of sweat trickling down David's face, and sliding down Ryan's chest. And David's face is always hidden until Ryan gets pulled up for a kiss, which happens right before he wakes up and has to change his sheets. He's got it bad…really bad. He told me he wouldn't be attracted to Danny unless he put on a red Jewfro wig."

"But…but…that's incest!" I exclaim.

"Brilliant, Stan," Kyle deadpans. "Of course it's fucking incest, and at the same time it's NOT, and at the same time, there's no good reason why we shouldn't encourage Ryan's attractions."

"Kyle, you'd better have a damned good, non-pedophiliac reason for wanting our sons to get together like that," I tell him, a hint of anger in my voice.

"I do, actually," he says, drawing himself up, as if in defense of my hinted at allegations of pedophilia, even though our boys ARE 16 now…so I guess if they gave consent…never mind.

"Let's hear it then," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"It's technically NOT incest because they don't share the same last name. David's a Broflovski, Ryan's a Marsh. Biologically they're brothers, but legally they're not. Also, even if you DO want to call it incest, and you might, you're just that Catholic, there's nothing bad that can come from it," Kyle says, and it certainly does sound like he's put a lot of thought into this.

"Incest is proven to cause all kinds of genetic mutations!" I retort. "Down's Syndrome, extra fingers, mental retardation, Redneck, hemophilia, a couple varieties of palsy, and all sorts of other deformities!"

"In the offspring of the incestuous couple! Do you honestly think either of those boys is going to start popping out children?"

"No…" I admit. "So…you're saying that in the eyes of the law, our twin sons getting together would be completely legal because they're technically from different families, and none of the typical side-effects to incestuous sex would apply anyway because they can't reproduce."

"One reward romp for you!" Kyle says, snapping his fingers. "Hit the nail right on the head."

"OK, so … is this all that's been wrong with Ryan? He doesn't have testicular cancer or webbed feet or anything else bad, does he?" Kyle laughs.

"Not that I've seen…and I'd imagine that Ryan does plenty of self-examinations of his balls. So, we can put up a united front on this?"

"That we should get our boys together? Yes, yes we can. But how? This isn't exactly the sort of thing you talk about at the dinner table…unless you're going to duct tape and handcuff David to his chair that you've bolted to the floor."

"There's no way Ryan would be up for such a brazen declaration either, no matter how much it hurts him to keep it a secret," Kyle says. "That'll probably be the hardest part of this whole thing, getting Ryan to tell David."

"Definitely…but only if David's interested too, otherwise it's going to fall flat on its face."

"Point taken," Kyle says. "So … what're we gonna do about this?"

"Well, it is partly our fault, apparently, so we have to figure out some way…let's just think on it and talk about it again tonight. After you give me my reward romp."

He glares at me. "Only you would be able to put sex before your children's happiness."

"Not true, my Dad could too. And did. Frequently."

"You're a Marsh then," he replies, with a wry grin.

"Damn right! You'll feel my inheritance tonight, too!"

"Wouldn't miss it," he says, eyes twinkling as he opens the door.

"Alright then…way to give me motivation to finish these goddamned grades."

"No problem, Stanley dear," he says, walking out in a way that forces me to stare at his ass. It's not quite a sashay, but it's still sexy as hell and makes me instantly want him…

Needless to say, I have to shut my office door again and delay finishing my grades by about fifteen minutes.

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Notes: Yeah…getting into the plotheavy part! Sorry for the short chapter, but this one and the next don't really have a lot to go in them…necessary stuff, but not a lot of it.

And now, I'd like to let you know that David WILL be sharing his thoughts on the final five chapters. Whether or not he'll be doing them here in little "interludes" uploaded the day after a new chapter or on my deviantART journal is yet to be determined.

Also, I'd like to plug my new daily update fic for the month of September. It's got a pretty wild plot right now, and we're only seven days into the month! Let's hope I can control it before the end of the month!

Until next week,

Phoenix II