Hey, guys! I must say, it is with great pleasure and excitement that I'm finally uploading this chapter after so long of working on it and writing it. Had a lot of struggles with what exactly I wanted to do and how exactly I wanted to execute those things. I'll just shut up cause I know me talking isn't what you've all been waiting for. I just really hope there's no formatting error again. fingers crossed! Please enjoy your merry Christmas Eve gift. :) - (AS)

DISCLAIMER: This chapter, like many others in this story, contains very mature and even taboo subject matter, so, if you're triggered by those types of things, including sexual assault, incestuous relations, or other illegal activities, please keep in mind this is just a story and no characters were actually harmed during the making of this conceptual fan narrative.

Chapter Nine: The Lost Brother

Max sat on her neatly made bed with her knees hugged against her chest. Her face reading guilt and self-pity like an elementary book. "God, Max, you're so stupid..." She placed her hands on her forehead, looking down and shaking her head. "I mean-...Mike?" She looked up. "You knew they were in a serious relationship. You knew what you were doing." She stood from her full bed and walked over to her vanity mirror. "Not to mention hooking up with Dustin too..." Max sighed, staring at her reflection with shame. "You're a real sucky friend, you know that?" She was silent for a moment. "You know what? You're gonna go over to Mike's house and you're gonna tell him you're sorry and you're gonna break off whatever you thought you two had." Max paced in front of the dresser. "Yeah..." She stopped, meeting eyes with her reflection again. "Yeah, that's what I'll do..." She'd decided. She reached for her board that was leaned against the foot of her bed and opened her door. She stepped out of her room to see Billy standing in the den, curling forty-five pound dumbbells with each arm. He grunted as the lit cigarette between his lips fumbled with each rep. Max put her head down, walking through the den and trying to avoid any confrontation. Just as she touched the handle of the front door, his voice made her freeze. "Where you headed..?" His low tone rumbled. Max closed her eyes and took a deep breath before turning to face him. "Nowhere...Just skating..." She shrugged nonchalantly. Billy grunted, bringing the dumbbells up to his chin one-by-one. "Don't you lie to me, Max..." He warned. "I-I'm not..." She couldn't stop a small gulp from escaping. "You goin' to see the Sherrif's kid?" He asked, pinching the cigarette and exhaling a white cloud into the room's atmosphere. "No...I'm not even sure she wants to see my face ever again...Besides, she's grounded. She can't even leave the house." Max explained, tugging on the door handle leisurely. Billy's brows raised slightly as he shook his head. "That's not what I saw last night..." He set his weights aside, plopping onto the couch and taking another puff of his cancer stick. Max cocked a brow. "What do you mean not what you saw? You saw her?" Max asked, stepping back into the den with her board at her side. "Yeah, last night. She was at the mall with your porch monkey boyfriend and that Jew..." He explained. Max's face was visibly upset at his atrocious remarks. But, she realized what he meant. "What was she doing at the mall with those guys...?" She questioned herself. "No idea. Looked a little spooked though. All three of 'em actually. Saw the cops there a few minutes after they ran off." Billy explained carelessly. "I'll be back later..." She said, knowing now that her plans had changed. She started walking towards the exit again. "Hey, woah, woah...C'mere..." He motioned his fingers towards him. Max reluctantly huffed back into the den. "Here. Take a hit." He handed her the cigarette. Max's nose scrunched. "Ew. no. Do you know how harmful they can be?" Max refused. "You know how harmful I can be?" His cold words froze pause over the air. "Take the fuckin' stick, Max." He raised his voice an octave, annoyed as Max jumped a bit. She didn't want to take it, but she knew if she didn't, it'd set him off. She hesitantly took it from him and held it in front of her with a disgusted expression. "I don't got all day..." Billy seemed characteristically impatient. Max had never even touched a cigarette before, let alone smoked from one. She brought it up to her lips and looked at Billy as she inhaled through her mouth. She handed it to him and held her breath, blowing out smoke and coughing on the burn in her chest a moment later. "You okay, sport?" Billy smirked at her as she heaved violently. "Whatever..." She wheezed, marching to the door, leaving the house, and slamming it behind her. Billy shook his head, laughing to himself as he took another hit and leaned his head back.

"Mike!" Nancy called through the Wheeler house, washing some dishes in the kitchen sink. Mike paced his bedroom, rubbing his temples. "Why? Why hasn't she come over by now? She hasn't even called..." He muttered to himself, staring at the carpet as he fiddled about anxiously. "You had to have done something. She wouldn't just up and start ignoring you out of the blue for no reason..." He continued. "No! No way. I haven't done anything wrong. At least not that she knows about...Wait-Does she know about me and Max?" He stopped, unsure. "If she knows about me and Max, somebody had to of told her. And it sure as Hell wasn't me." He told himself. Mike's room was silent minus his bickering with himself. He paused with a gasp. "Did Max tell her? Why would Max tell her-" "Mike!" He heard his sister call his name again. He sighed, rolling his eyes. "What?" He called back. There was no answer. He groaned, walking out of his room and down the steps. He entered the kitchen to see her turn off the sink and dry her hands. "What is it?" He asked impatiently. "Breakfast..." Nancy answered casually. Mike cocked his neck back. "Breakfast..?" He repeated. "Well, Where's Mom?" He asked, confused with why a meal was made and she was nowhere to be seen. "She went grocery shopping with Holly." Nancy replied calmly, preparing both of their plates. "Dad..?" Mike asked. "At work. Do you know what time it is? Dad's always working at this hour." She explained. "W-Then who made breakfast?" At this point Mike had no more guesses. Nancy turned to look at him. "I did." She stated simply. "Here." She brought her brother's plate over to his side of the table, setting it down and licking her finger. "You?" He asked, unconvinced. "Yes." She answered. "H-You?" Mike almost laughed. "Yes, Mike, I cooked breakfast. Is that so hard to believe?" It was. Mike couldn't remember a time when his older sister would spend more than a second in the kitchen outside of meals. Let alone actually prepare one herself. "Now, would you sit down and eat before it gets cold?" She asked, giving him the infamous Nancy Wheeler stare-down. He couldn't lie. The plate looked good. Scrambled eggs with a layer of melted cheese overtop. A few crisp sausages to the side. Healthy strands of lightly charred bacon and a tall glass of orange juice to accompany the ivory dish. It looked just like something their mom would whip up. He guessed he'd underestimated his older sister. He hesitantly pulled out his chair and sat before his breakfast. "So...How's your morning?..." She asked, sitting down with her plate as well. She stabbed a few clumps of eggs with her fork and bit it off elegantly. "What's it to you?" Mike asked, suspiciously. He was very wary of his nineteen year-old sister's behavior. This scenario was not one that had been normal for the two to share alone, without their parents forcing them. "Listen, Mike, Mom and Dad aren't here, so that means I have to watch you." "I don't need a babysitter. I'm fifteen. Not five." "Debatable..." Nancy muttered. "Whatever." Mike pushed his chair out and started to get up. "Wait." Nancy blurted as he froze. "I'm sorry. This isn't where I wanted this to go." She explained. Mike rolled his eyes. It took him a moment to decide to sit back down and start eating his meal. "Since when do you care about how my day is?" He asked through a mouthful of food. Nancy paused. "You remember that talk we had a long time ago? Back at the grade school...In the middle of a hurricane of some scary shit?" She asked. "What talk?" Mike cocked a brow. "We said that we'd tell each other everything from then on. We...haven't exactly held up that deal..." She explained. "Yeah, well...Like you said, that was a long time ago..." Mike went back to eating. "I know..." Nancy added. The silence in the room throbbed. "So...Are things okay with El?" "Jesus Christ. What are you eavesdropping in my room?" Mike snapped, his volume slicing the kitchen's quiet into decimals. "No...You're just really loud. I can hear your whining throughout the whole house." Nancy replied, seeming unfazed and stabbing more of her food. She continued to eat leisurely. "Oh yeah? Hey, how's Jonathan? Is he still ghosting your ass?" Mike got defensive. "I don't know...He hasn't answered any of my calls for a few days...Actually kinda worried about it." Nancy replied, just as serene. "He's probably banging some other chick. You know. One that isn't annoying..." Mike teased. "Ugh, God, Mike. You are such an asshole." Nancy huffed up from her seat, throwing her towel on the table with force and storming out of the kitchen. Mike followed her with his gaze and shook his head to himself once she'd gone. Nancy walked down the hallway frustratedly before stopping in her tracks beside the staircase. She slowly turned her head behind her to see the closet door underneath the steps. She glanced back in the kitchen to see Mike continuing to eat his food. A mischievous smirk formed over her lips as she strutted to the closet, opening the wood door, stepping inside, and shutting it behind her. The only scarce source of light was coming through the slit in the door that illuminated only the teen's sapphire eyes as her soft breathing filled the silent space. Mike insatiably finished his plate and his glass of juice before he noticed Nancy still had almost her whole meal left at the table. He reached over, took her plate and fork, and devoured her breakfast just as he did his own. He took her glass and downed her orange juice as well, letting out a rough belch. Nancy could hear the loud burp from the closet as she scrunched her nose in disgust. After he finished both of their plates, Mike got up, walking out of the kitchen and down the same hall. As soon as he reached the staircase, he halted as he heard a small creak of old wood behind him. Before he could turn to see what it was, he felt the back of his shirt be pulled as he was dragged into the closet. "What the-?" He struggled as the door shut behind him, enveloping his surroundings with darkness. "Ah! I'm warning you! My girlfriend can beat the shit out of you with her mind!" He unintimidatingly held up his fists, not knowing who...or what...had captured him. Just then, Mike heard a small click as an amber lamplight filled the space. He was met with his older sister giggling at his outburst. "Yeah, real funny." He remarked, realizing it was just a prank. "You should've seen your face." She couldn't hold back the laughter as she doubled over in front of him. "I'm outta here." Mike went to leave. "No. Don't go yet." Nancy grabbed his arm, pulling him back in front of her. "What is it you wanna talk about so bad?" Mike asked, feeling fed up with his sister's games. "I don't know...I guess I just figured...You've been having problems with El...And I've been having problems with Jonathan..." She tried to explain. "Shocker. Maybe he's out screwin' some other babe. You know…One without a mouth..." Mike snarked sarcastically. She disregarded his stale joke and continued. "I was thinking, maybe we could…help each other out…" She slowly leaned forward, closing her eyes as she spoke.

"What're you doi-" Mike's attempts at resistance were seized by the touch of his older sister's lips planting onto his. "Mm." He moaned, pushing her off of him. "Nance, are you out of your mind?" He asked vehemently. "I think I am." She eyed his lips briefly. "No." He said holding up a finger, but she leaned forward again, grasping his neck this time before taking his mouth with her's. The young woman made out with her little brother accompanied by passion. Built up lust from so much animosity over so many years and through so many arguments. A nonstop war of pettiness seemingly snuffed out by a single expensive and rather risky spontaneity. And Mike wasn't fighting back anymore. Even the perpetually sour loudmouth was finally quiet. No sarcastic rebuttals. No snarky comebacks. Just, Nancy and Michael. Like it hadn't been for a long time. Not since he was little and she was his age. Though their bond had never entailed this newfound activity, it sure was up for debate from now on. The boy pinned his eldest sister to the wall behind her as the two breathed heavily through their nostrils, moaning in sync and enjoying the taste of each other's lips thoroughly.

"This is deep." Lucas breathed. He let the back of his head hit the pillar he leaned against on Dustin's porch. "Try abysmal." His friend redressed, laid on his back opposite the pillar and holding down the lid of his cap over his eye. "El was…He-He…" Lucas bit his fist. He hated feeling like he couldn't do anything. About it. For her. He was lost for thought. Dustin lifted his hat to stare into space. "You know it's crazy. Over the years and…all those times we said bye to Will…" He mumbled coarsely. Lucas just simmered while he half-heard what his friend had to say. "I really can't say I ever imagined Jonathan Byers to be the type a guy to-" "To be a rapist?" Lucas cut him off. "Well, I was gonna say hang out with Billy Hargrove, but I think those two go hand-in-hand." He pondered. In any other case, such a comment would jerk a laugh from the duo. But, neither had any joy to spare after what they'd discovered the night before. "Wow. You two look like shit." Their heads turned to see Max kick her board up to her hand as she stood before them in the lawn. "Thanks." Lucas lacked even the energy to perform the usual back-and-forth with his friend. "Why do you look like a bus hit you?" Her posture leaned. "Ough! Could we just press volume down for like five seconds? That would be amazi-" Dustin grunted, slowly sitting up as Max squinted, swooping his hat off with one motion and studying his face closely. "Oh my God. Dustin, what happened to your eye?" "Nothing happened to my eye, okay? It's-It's, Lucas what is i-" "Sharpie." "Yes it's sharpie. That's exactly what it is." His friend backed him up unenthusiastically. Max stared at Dustin, not believing a word that slipped from that mouth she sometimes enjoyed. She lightly pressed her thumb under his severely bruised eye as he winced, doubling over in piercing pain. "Mhm. Sharpie." Her sarcasm was evident. "Do I even wanna ask who gave that to you?" "Well, if you did, I'm sure the answer wouldn't be what you expect as your little boyfriend here was laid out by an inanimate object that he threw at himself." Lucas stood up to face her and explained with his hands as he tended to do. "My what? What are you even talking about?" Max fired back. "Oh, don't act like you don't know exactly what I'm talking about." "I don't." The two bickered over each other incoherently.

"Dustin, would you please care to enlighten Annie here why she knows exactly what I'm taking about?" There was a pause. "He knows." Dustin sighed. Max's face relaxed as she realized her defeat. "I was gonna tell you. I swear." She defused as Lucas just tilted his head back and laughed. "It doesn't matter, Max. None of it does anymore." He chuckled, throwing his hands to his side. Max halted for a seemingly strenuous moment. "I don't matter to you?" Her words appeared difficult to get out. "Not you, Max. All of it." He spread his arms out. "I cheated. I did it too. I mean technically it was after you, so if we're being precise, you cheated first." He could see a look in Max's eyes resurfacing that he hadn't seen in a while. Not since she threatened Billy to stay away from them with a nail-bat. "Who did you cheat on me with?" She wasn't sure if she wanted to know. She had to though. "W-I-…" Lucas stammered, shrugging and looking to Dustin as a last resort for help. "We both did. I kinda had somethin' to do with it." Dustin covered him, nodding and patting his pockets awkwardly. "W-You too?" She looked hurt as Dustin sulked, feeling remorse from seeing her expression. "El." Lucas blurted. Max looked at him in shock. "It was her. We had a bit of fun with El, that was it. Hell, she practically snatched our dicks and threw herself onto us." He tried to explain. Max scrunched her nose at him, but realized something. "That's why Billy said he saw you all at the mall last night." She muttered more to herself than anything. "Well, where is she now?" Max interrogated, stepping back up to the boys. "Well, you see…that's the thing." Dustin said as he and Lucas looked at each other like their brains malfunctioned. "Sh-She ran off." Lucas revealed. "Ran off?" "Alone and into the night, yes, ran off as in full speed, no lookin back, marathon." He walked his fingers in front of his friend's face. "Whatever." She nudged his hand away. "Look, wherever she ran off to, she couldn't have gotten far. Did you guys even check her home?" "Duh. What do you think we're dumbasses?" "Do you want me to answer that?" "Probably not." Lucas digressed. "We asked Joyce this morning. She wasn't there." Dustin stretched his jacket pocket, his bruised eye spotlighted by the shining afternoon rays. "I mean sure. You guys checked the Byers' house, but did you maybe think she's where she usually is?" Max rose. "Shit." Dustin whispered to himself. "She spends more time there than her own house." Lucas admitted, scratching the back of his head in reluctant realization. The three stirred in the new cognizance. "Okay…Looks like we're goin' to Mike's…" Max rose her brows as the boys looked at each other, knowing neither one of them was planning to protest.

"Mike!" Nancy moaned as she was pinned up on the closet wall. Her bare legs constricted his waist as the teen thrusted his sister's hips against the white paint rhythmically. "Unh! Oh, Mike…Fuck, Mike!" She whimpered and clutched his shoulders tight as the pair worked a sweat. He kissed her intensely, inhaling deeply as his haunches worked her like a pro. Nancy had never thought of Mike in the same way as other guys. She certainly didn't predict her little brother would ever be the strong man handling her with ease and making her eyes keep rolling back. Life sure is full of surprises. "I'm so close…" He groaned. Nancy gasped daintily. "Don't cum yet." She caressed his chest as her mouth played with his. Her forehead crashed into his with every jounce. "What?" He panted as his pace slowed and Nancy yelped. He tried to use the dozens of jackets pressed against his back to catch their balance to no avail as the articles of clothing simply slipped from their hangers, toppling over and bursting the closet doors open as well as the couple. Mike scoffed, letting the back of his head plop on the hall rug as his older sister laughed uncontrollably, kneeling beside him and nudging his shoulder. He couldn't resist erupting into the guffaw along with her. The large empty house was void of all but their volume. "That was fun. You know…minus the blue balls…" Mike panted, sitting up. "You know, it's adorable that you think we're done." Not to Nancy's surprise, her brother was again confused. She rolled her eyes and snatched his wrist, standing and pulling him to his feet with her. The next thing Mike knew, he was thrown into their father's La-Z Boy in the den forcefully. He caught his breath as he watched the gorgeous senior straddle his lap. Nancy wasted no time, crashing her lips against her brother's again. They both moaned into each other's mouths as their lips and tongues battled for dominance. "Hope Mom and Dad don't walk in." Mike broke the kiss. The two laughed again, locking foreheads. "Unh…Fuck…" Nancy moaned, looking back and lining his cock up under her entrance. She shivered sensually, letting her labia slide down the length of his shaft. Her jaw hung low as she held her brother's head close to her's playing with the back of his hair. It was almost as if the immorality of it all wasn't prevalent. All he could focus on was the striking beauty riding his lap. He'd always pondered whether he could see Nancy in the same way as other girls, but never did he think his lifelong sibling could be such a damn good fuck. She played his body like an instrument and he was just there for the show. And he was not complaining. Wasn't half bad of a show, he could admit. Her pretty jawline twitching from his fit in her. Michael cupped her face and they kissed passionately as Nancy wrapped her arm around his neck, riding him faster. "Fuck, baby…" She moaned. "Shit." Mike added. The duo shared their fatigue. "I know just what you want…" She pulled him out of her and ran her hands down his chest seductively. The fifteen-year old's hand was guided through the den by his nearly topless family member as she pulled them both onto the couch. She got on all fours, letting her head hit the cushion and pushing her skirt up her sides, exposing all of her to her unethical lover. "Damn, Nance…" He ran his left hand across her model ass, caressing her caboose intently. "Ugh, if you tell anyone about this, I will literally blow your head off with a shotgun." She rolled her eyes, resting her chin on her hands, awaiting her brother's approach. Mike scoffed again. He knew she wasn't kidding. He saw the way she could hold steel against the demogorgon and he wasn't about to argue with that. He pushed himself inside her, groaning and doubling over as Nancy whined, tilting her head back and dangling her hair in his face. The smell of her hairspray reminded him of the similar scent he walked through past the bathroom every morning before school. "Oh, my God." He murmured, using her ponytail to turn her head, kissing her dearly and plowing her pale ass into the sofa. He rather fancied his big sis doggy. She wasn't nearly as lovely to him as Eleven felt, but…He didn't want to think about that right now. Nancy just cooed as he clapped her from the back like a tambourine.

"Uh, I don't see any cars. Are you sure anyone's even home?" Dustin spun up to the door behind his friends, scoping the residence. "Where else would she be if not home?" Max turned to ask him, feeling tedious of his constant complaining. She turned back to the door before he could return with any remark as Lucas and him joined behind her. She rang the doorbell. "Oh, shit." Nancy reflexively covered her chest. "Woah!" Mike lost his balance on the edge of the couch and fell onto the floor. "Get that." Nancy, plopped onto her back, fixing her skirt. Mike flew to his feet, fumbling with his jeans all the way to the door and peeking through the hole to see a fish eye view of his friends on the other side. "Shhit." He whispered a bit too loud to himself. "Mike?" Max's brow flexed as she recognized the sound of his vulgarity through the wood. The door clicked open as Mike poked only his head out with a nervous laugh. "What're you doing?" She seemed suspicious of his behavior. "I'm not weird. You're being weird." He fired back. Max seemed confused. "Ookay…" If she was being honest, such behavior wasn't the most blindsiding thing she could expect from any of the boys really. "What do you guys want?" He questioned impatiently, being sure to keep the door tucked under his neck and his attire hidden. Or rather lack thereof. "Well, we were looking for El. We figured maybe you two were gettin' it on in there." Lucas joked. "What? Who said that? There's nothing going on in here." Mike defensively protested. "Right…" his best friend squinted at him. There was an awkward pause. "Well, if you do see her, could you let us know she's okay on Dustin's walkie?" Max requested, motioning to their friend who held up the device with a smile. "Wait. Why wouldn't El be okay? Did something happen?" Mike asked, seeming to grow worry from the exposition. "Are you sure you're alright?" Max looked at him doubtfully. "Yeah, of course I am. What're you talking abo-" Max pushed the door open as Mike stumbled back, revealing his shirtless upper body and Max's eyes widened with a smile, looking down at his bare feet. "Dude, where're your clothes?" Dustin questioned. The friends laughed as Mike failed to cover himself with his arms. "Who was it at the-…door…" Nancy took one step into the foyer before her toes froze in place on the tile, noticing her brother's band of juveniles were present. "Oh." She yelped, doing her best to cover what was exposed of her as well. "Oh. My. God. No way." Dustin was frozen in shock as Lucas and Max laughed uncontrollably. The siblings were not amused, exchanging glances as they stood, accepting their capture and waiting for the pandemonium to die. "Shit, Mike. I was supposed to be the first one of us to sleep with your sister. What the fuck, dude." Dustin seemed like he'd just missed the bus. "Yeah, well, shows over." Nancy collected the rest of her clothes from her feet. "Don't. Let them leave." She pointed at her brother sternly. Mike just sighed as the three walked in past him, all exchanging varying looks of bafflement and subtle approval. He shut the door behind them.

"Will! I made lunch!" Joyce set a plate with a neatly sliced sandwich onto the kitchen table. After a moment of no response, the woman peeked down the hall, but saw no one coming to her beckoning. With Eleven being gone all day without a trace, it worried Joyce when her son's whereabouts might also be unknown. After going missing the first time, she could never let Will out of her sight for long again. If not, she simply wouldn't be able to live with herself. Will's stereo filled his room with Salt-N-Pepa's "Push It" as he sat on his bed with his back to his headboard. His pants were at his knees as he jerked his erect member vigorously, holding out a rectangular photo as sweat beaded down his head and neck. The boy moaned uncontrollably, clearly nearing his climax as his seat twitched. The picture was the one he had from when he and his friends won the science fair award, only it was folded in half, leaving only the boys on the left to be visible. Will panted, running his tongue across his lips as he studied the photograph with intense focus. "I'm almost there, Mike…" He groaned, leaning his head back and biting his lip as he stroked his cock furiously. "Will? Honey, I made you lunch-" "Ahh!" The boy and his mother screamed almost in harmony as she peeked her head in through his door and their eyes met. It was too late. Will let go as he felt himself overtaken with euphoria, seizing slightly. Fresh, hot loads spattered out of the top of his limb like a park fountain, showering the bedsheets between his legs with his seed. Joyce just watched in trauma with her hand over her mouth. Never did she believe she would see her boy's package working in action. And, boy, did she wish she could unsee it. "Mom! Don't you knock?!" He yanked his pants up even though hiding himself was a bit too late. "I just-…I made-…" Joyce stammered. "Sorry. I'll just go." She closed the door, disappearing. Will slowly nodded to himself, exhaling deeply as he closed his eyes in a state of pure paralysis after the misfortune. His glare snapped back to the door as it opened again, this time Joyce, stepping inside and gently shutting it behind her. She crept over and sat on the side of his bed next to her son's feet. "What're you still doing in here?" Will shrugged, failing to keep his uncovered parts covered. Joyce held her mouth agape, pondering exactly what she was trying to say. "I just…want you to know…" She tapped his leg. "That…if you ever need someone to talk to or…to try and help you through these things…" She explained tenderly. "Mom." Will interrupted her. "I just wanna make sure you feel comfortable around me. You can tell me anything." She managed to make sure she got her point across. "I know, Mom. I'll tell you if something's wrong. I'm just- not at all comfortable right now." He scooted further up his headboard, causing Joyce's hand to land alone on the sheets. She looked at him empathetically for a while. "You know…" She grunted, playfully crawling across the edge of his bed. "If you're…having any…trouble of sorts…" She spoke lowly and methodically, almost seductive in her cadence and movements. "I'm always here to…help you out." She moaned sensually, abruptly swiping his hard-on for herself as she began to stroke the member energetically. Will went to object, but hesitated as his face met his mother's. His jaw fell agape to match her expression as he whispered a hitch. "Mph…Yeah, you love it when Mommy does that, huh baby? Huh?" Her sultry tone was met with only a seized boy. Frozen in reluctant pleasure as he felt his foreskin be speedily massaged. He closed his eyes and, unbeknownst to his inamorata, imagined he was being pulled off by none other than his best friend. Joyce tugged fervently, tossing her hips along with the strokes of her doddery hand, but the boy instead fantasized it was Mike he sat on his bed with. He hesitantly placed his hand on her wrist, biting his lip ever so slightly as she worked her forearm with rapid rhythm. His wet teen cock splashed saliva from the friction, acting like a lubricant. Joyce felt joyous that her son seemed to be enjoying the rubdown, though she did ponder why he had closed his eyes. She wished he would meet his mother's gaze in such an intimate moment, but they never opened. Just sat tightly shut as his relieved grin displayed his current thoughts. She kept working him anyway. She bit the bottom corner of her lip as well, focusing intently on maximizing her kin's gratification. "Mom…" Will groaned. She was shocked. She assumed he hadn't been entertaining the thought that it was her. Little to her knowledge, her assumption was anything other than incorrect. "Yeah, baby?" She moaned, inching closer as her wrist pumped his, rather lengthy for his age, member apace. "Mom.." His mutters gradually raised in volume. "Oh, I'm here for you, baby…Oh…Oh, look at Mama…" She lifted his chin with one hand and beat his dick with the other, moving her body sensually as she knew she was probably getting more from this than he was. His eyes opened meeting her's as he winced at the image of his maker giving him a handjob. "Mom." Will repeated himself monotonously, awaiting a reply from his nonresponsive mother. She jumped, leaning back, and almost fell off of the twin mattress, catching herself. She realized that she'd been sitting on the edge of the bed again. A daydream. "Oh, no." The words never escaped her mind, yet she placed her palm across her head smoothly, taking in reality. "Are…you okay?" He asked, finding the courage to pull his pants back up around his waist. "Yeah…I just-…Mommy's just a little tired. That's all." She dismissed, shaking her head and laughing distraughtly. "What-Uh…What was it you were saying?" She sniffled, using the sleeve of her sweater to itch her nostril. "I said, I'm not at all comfortable right now." He sat up more, unintentionally allowing the photograph he'd tried to hide behind his leg fall out and onto the sheet. Both of their glares turned to meet the object. Then each others'. Joyce raised a slow finger in it's direction. "W'sat?" She queried meekly. "I-It's nothing." He stammered to object as she picked up the corner gently, flipping it over. Will felt his chest sink as she realized it was folded in half. The exposed side being of her son and his best friend just after their victory at the science fair. "W-were you…looking at…this while you were…" She struggled to enunciate what she wanted to ask. Defeated, Will just looked out the window to his right and nodded his head. "Oh…" His mother replied, coming to terms with the rather off-guard recognition. A single tear snuck its way down his turned cheek and fell from his chin. "Will, honey…I want you to know that no matter wha-" "Just get out!" His voice cracked with strain. Joyce jumped again, depressed by the sight of her child so upset. He shivered and heaved in an imposing posture as she slowly rose from the bed and made her way back to the door. She stopped for a second and contemplated insisting, but the stare she received stripped that tenacity straight away. She ducked out of the room and clicked the door shut behind her, waiting a moment to press her forehead against the cold wood. She took a deep breath with her eyes closed before making her way back down the hall and to the kitchen. She sniffled, flipping on the sink and running soap over a sponge. However, her chore was cut short as her brows twitched, targeting faint movement outside the above-sink window. Distant and in the woods. Trees stripped naked by the Winter allowed for much to be spotted, but what she saw was a person. A silhouette ducking into Castle Byers not a football field away from their home. She turned the sink off and cocked her brow further, drying her hands and fleeing the kitchen.

"All of you. Sit." Nancy barked, strutting into the den and crossing her arms beside the coffee table. "Okay, Jesus." Dustin remarked as the line of teens flooded the entrance, following her and finding seats throughout the room. Mike stood at the entrance before noticing his sister giving him her signature stare of impatience. "You too, doofus." She raised her brows at him. "Wh-" He sucked his teeth, deciding to choose his battles and plopping on the couch reluctantly next to Max and Lucas. He bridged his arms in discontent. "Now, you snoopy little shits are gonna tell us what's wrong with El." Nancy ordered, arms still intertwined. "Woah. Is that any way to treat your guests?" Dustin touched his chest. "Aren't you gonna offer us some water?" He looked to his friend Mike. "Hell, wouldn't mind if you passed Nance around either." Dustin fixed his jeans, biting his lip and studying his long-time crush. "Or were you plannin on keepin that all to yourself?" A chuckle slipped out as even he couldn't keep a straight face. "Keep wishing in your wildest dreams, dork." Nancy silenced the juvenile. "Moving onto worthy topics, the miscreants are gonna stay quiet while Max tells me everything." She briefed. Max stuttered. "I'm just as in the dark as you about all this. These two refuse to tell me why she ran off into the middle of the woods last night." Max made her case. "The woods?" Nancy seemed perplexed. "That's what she's done before. When she got free from the lab. All the times she's run away since then too…" Mike muttered. "Yeah, but this time, it's different." Lucas assured him. "Look, we don't have time to sit here in your living room all day. If she's not here, then that means she must be still out there somewhere." Max stood to her feet. "We need to go back to the Byers' first." Lucas sat up. "I thought you said you guys you checked there already." Max seemed confused. "We did, but if we don't know where she is, all we can do for now is try to make things right." Dustin stood up as well. Still not knowing why she ran away in the first place, the others just looked at each other sketchily.

Joyce neared Castle Byers ever-so slowly as dead leaves crunched at her feet. Sensing her stealth was, by now, killed much like the forest she crept through, she saw no point in ringing the imaginary doorbell which she humored every visit. This time, she just exhaled before peeling the curtain entrance to the side. She was surprised to see her firstborn sulked with his head down, sitting on the edge of his little brother's mattress which lay on the floor of the fort. "Jonathan? Honey, what're you doing out here. It's freezing." She tugged on her sleeves, shivering slightly. He didn't answer. Joyce had noticed he'd seemed upset. "Sweetie?" She stood beside her son before taking a seat next to him. "I didn't know where else to go…" His voice trembled. "Ohh, come on. What's wrong?" She ran her hand in circles on his back. "Did something happen with Nancy?" Jonathan almost scoffed. "No…No, Mom. Not Nancy…" His whispers carried weight. And hurt from the sound of it. "I-I messed up, Mom…I-I messed up bad…" He squeezed his hair, burying his head in his knees. "Jon, whatever it is, I promise that you can tell me. I am here for you." She consoled him in the cold, taking hold of his shoulders. "No, Mom, I don't-…I-I don't think I can…I mean I really fucked up!" He winced, almost violently frustrated with himself. He received the slightest flinch from his concerned mother. He just closed his eyes and put his head back down. Joyce took a long pause. "I give you my word. Nothing you tell me could ever change how much I love you." She held the back of his neck. Her son looked up at her.

"He what?!" Mike exclaimed. The teen was sat in the back seat of his sister's Volkswagen GTI, squished between his two sweaty best friends. Max rode shotgun while Nancy floored the gas pedal. "I told you he would freak out." Dustin looked over at Lucas. He was simply met with the shake of his friend's head from across the car. "Of course I'm gonna freak out when you tell me that motherf-!" Mike struggled to withhold himself, visibly turning red. He began to get uncomfortable in his seat, balling his fists and squirming aimlessly. "Let me out of this car now." He demanded. "Easy, bro. Where're you gonna go? We're headed to his house anyway." Dustin put his hand on his shoulder. He'd expected his friend to slap his hand away out of frustration, which he did. Everyone knew Mike had issues controlling his anger, almost numbing them to his outbursts. "No. No, that can't be true…You guys are wrong." Nancy stared at the road, baffled by the news she'd just heard. "You really think we would make some shit like that up?" Lucas asked from the back seat. "Jonathan would never do that. He's not that type of guy." She insisted. Nancy didn't want to let what they were saying be true. "Trust me you're precious boyfriend isn't who you think he is." Lucas rebutted. "It doesn't matter what type of guy he was. He's been hangin around with Billy. There's no telling what that kid might do now." Dustin concluded, silencing the car for a moment. "What the Hell does Billy want with Jonathan?" Mike pondered. "Max?" He tapped her arm impatiently, peeking around her seat. Max hadn't moved since she heard what the boys told them. She couldn't believe what she heard any more than Nancy could. But, she knew they wouldn't lie. All she could think about was Eleven and how alone she must feel. The fact her innocent friend was submitted to the same torture she was put through boiled her blood. It's bad enough Max was broken. She couldn't stand the thought of El having to endure it as well or the image. "Okay, well, either way…You guys gotta let me talk to Jonathan first." Nancy broke the silence, glancing at each of the teens. "Fuck Jonathan." Mike swore under his breath.

"Fuck, Jonathan!" Joyce rode her oldest son rhythmically as their bare laps jounced. Will's tiny twin mattress squeaked as the young man grunted, gripping her hips and thrusting upward. He heaved under Joyce as she pinned his chest, going to work with her lower back. "Holy shit." Jonathan whispered, grasping her breasts through her sweater. She couldn't help but let a moan slip. "I'm close." He trembled. "Oh, I'm so close, baby." She acceded. Jonathan rolled over, leaving his mom beneath his weight as he thrusted her into what would be a headboard in any normal cot. Joyce tightened her thighs around her son's waist as their faces met, exchanging panting and moans. Both of their hips working in sync, the pair were moving with force and fast. One minute, Jonathan was flipping his mother face-first in the cool pillows and hammering her rump into the sheets, causing the audibly rusted springs to sing through the fort. The next, Joyce was soldiering to her knees. Her teenager took her docile chin and guided her gaze to her prize as she straightened her palms beneath her. He played with her hair as she eagerly engulfed his tall member, bobbing her head repeatedly. Her throat clicked as he groaned in pleasure, stretching his mother's esophagus with his length. Joyce gagged uncontrollably as he pulled her up for air by her frayed brunette locks. His warm load bubbling past her lips as she laughed. Jonathan sighed, exhaustedly falling onto his back on the old twin. His chest rose and fell as his mother curled beside him, facing the fort's back wall and closing her eyes in bliss. The young man couldn't help but second guess himself. His tireless stare darted around as he slowly shook his head, closing his eyes and running his hands across his face. He couldn't stand to stick around what felt for sure like a mistake. "Hey, what was it you wanted to tell me…?" Joyce murmured, half-passed out from the fatigue. "About…you…messing u…" She dozed off. Jonathan quietly sat up and gathered his clothes, being sure not to make a sound as he fled Castle Byers a nervous wreck. He stopped in his tracks and rubbed his hands for a moment when he noticed his home in the distance. Or, what, now, felt like was his home. Frigid vapor clouded from his mouth as he shivered, shaking his head. He jittered away in the opposite direction, raking leaves with his dingy Converses through the nearing evening. After a bit, Joyce tossed in her sleep, parting her eyelids just enough to notice the empty sheets beside her. She ran her palm across the dent in the blanket and sighed. Stepping out into the brisk dusk, the woman closed the makeshift drape entrance of the fort. She exhaled a brume and descried her house. Joyce bit her lip and shot around, scanning the darkening woods to case no one in sight. Making her way to the house, the lady folded her cardigan in her arms and shivered her way back alone.

Nancy's GTI slowly crunched gravel and parked out front of the Byers'. All four doors working the group out of the car, the teens wasted no time, storming up to the porch in unintentional formation. A near flawless troop aside from Dustin tripping. He caught himself with Lucas' shoulder and smiled as he received an annoyed look from his friend. "Watch it." He notified. "Move your fatass toes and there won't be a problem." Dustin pushed his chest, sustaining a returning shove to his own. "Idiots." Max rolled her eyes. At the door, Mike wound his fist behind his head as Nancy caught his wrist. "Nice try, FBI." She sarcased. She stepped in front of her little brother, knocking on the wood gently. "Like I said. I'm talking to him first." The young woman commanded. There was a moment of silence among the group until the door finally clicked open. "Woah. What's up, guys?" Will smiled, surprised to see all of his friends at once. "Hey, Will. Sorry to barge, but has El come home yet?" Nancy asked politely. "I…figured she'd be with you…" He looked at Mike. Will hadn't seen him after his freakout in his basement and had been worried whether he embarrassed himself. "How ya feelin by the way? Y'know since…" "Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. I just…didn't really feel too good." He cut Dustin off, gulping. His face was pale. Dustin and Lucas exchanged suspicious turns, both recalling what El said had happened. "Is Jonathan here?" Mike butted past Nancy. "No, why?" Will studied the rage in his friend's eyes, perplexed. "He wants to know why." Mike laughed, looking back at everyone. All with the same concerned expressions watching his satire. "Good cause I'll tell you why." "Mike…" Max cautioned. "Okay. That's enough." Nancy pulled her brother back behind her, slicing the tension. "Will, buddy. Listen. Your brother is not who you think he is." Dustin raised his hands, stepping closer to him. "He's been corrupted by Max's brother, Billy." He continued. "What're you talking about?" Will looked at him like he was delusional. "Jon raped El!" The Wheeler son couldn't stand for the buildup any longer. Nancy folded her lips at her brother frustratedly before looking to the others, at a loss for a rebuttal. It wasn't a lie. Will's face ran through a series of changes from a look of confusion to an offended expression, but rested on a visage of realization. A dreadful realization. "What?!" A fair voice questioned from the driveway as the group spun around. Joyce stood before the porch steps appearing stiff from the cold air, her face struck with a signature look of worry. Will panted, looking at the floor as he backed up. His shoulders hit the wall behind him as he slid to the floor, curling in perception and heaving almost asthmatically. "Will, are you okay?" Nancy asked him solicitously. Joyce just stood where she was for a minute. She couldn't believe what she thought she'd just heard. Just then, the Sherrif's Chevy Blazer pulled up beside the GTI. Jim hopped out, placing his hat firmly on his head as he shut the driver's side door. "What's goin' on here?" He asked, clearly not yet aware of the situation. "Where's El?" He shrugged, noticing nearly everyone except her in their presence. Joyce looked at her boyfriend, frozen, but not at all by the cold air anymore. Her heart raced a mile a minute.

Troy Walsh dropped his bike at the entrance of the junkyard. He dusted his hands off and looked around, stepping further into the yard. Troy squinted from the radiant morning sun that highlighted the entire yard. As he slowly neared the scrap heaps, the boy whistled. "Come out, come out…" he uttered, snapping his fingers methodically. "I know you're somehwere…" He inched around the yard, observing every corner at a leisurely pace. El's head popped up in a tired daze. She'd fallen asleep in one of the seats on the abandoned bus. Through her confusion, she heard distant cooing and sounds coming from outside. "Had someone found her?" She wondered. She stood up to peek out of one of the boarded windows to see her boyfriend's old bully searching near the bus. "What the Hell was he doing here?" She continued to ponder before deciding she wasn't scared. She'd showed them who's boss a long time ago and she certainly wasn't going to cower now. The rusted bus door creaked open, startling Troy and causing him to jump as the girl strutted out, stopping before him. He was taken back by her appearance. She didn't look the same as she did when he saw her last night heading in the junkyard's direction alone. Rather, she looked almost exactly like she did that day those years ago. Only, now he was mesmerized. She'd been dirty and looked beaten up the day she scared him and his lackey off. Not to mention she didn't have hair then. Now, he was almost speechless. "What do you want?" She spoke steadily. "I-I saw you…back there…that was y-" Troy couldn't help but grin. "What brings you out here all by yourself?" He asked with a lasting smirk. "Who says I'm by myself?" El contested him. Troy tongued his cheek. "Well, I mean I don't see anyone else around…" He hovered closer, taking her wrist. El leered at him. "Oh, Right. Sorry, I forgot Wheeler put a stamp on that. Don't wanna step on a man's property." He let her wrist fall, backing away towards his bike that rested at the exit. That's when Eleven's eyes sharpened. Only "How dare he?" running through her mind. No one owns her. Not even the ones who made her could contain El's power. And believe her, they tried. Just then, an idea surfaced in her brain. "Wait." She said softly, causing Troy to freeze in his tracks. It wasn't long before the pair stumbled into the bus, making out ferociously. Troy threw Eleven into a seat and fumbled with his belt as she reached up, kissing him intensely. He pulled his accessory free from his fly as she watched him play with it. She laughed naughtily as he took her lips deeply again, this time, lowering her back and feeling up her smooth, tan legs. He pushed her miniature dress just above her hips and slipped himself into her. El held his shoulder and squeezed his arm as the two thrusted together. She moaned as he kissed her neck, groaning in her ear. "Fuck you're so pretty…" Troy caressed her upper body and worked her in. A faint smile forming in the corner of Eleven's mouth as she reveled in self-gratification. "Pretty…?" She whimpered. "Uh huh…" Troy ran his fingers through her blonde locks, believeing they were real, she assumed.

Hours Before

"He what?!" Jim took his hat off with a look of fury, but concern. Concern that what he was hearing was the truth. Worried if something did happen to his little girl and the fact she might be alone out there somewhere. Or worse, not alone… Will couldn't hold his vomit in any longer as he stumbled out the back door and into the Byers' yard, purging bile into a puddle in the dirt. He gasped, relieved as he wiped his mouth and panted. Will's breathing slowed as his peripheral managed to make out a tiny, nearly indistinct blue bracelet in the grass underneath Eleven's window. He arched a brow and picked it up warily, his hand trembling uncontrollably. Joyce didn't know what to do other than put a hand on her spouse's high and large shoulder. "Will, are you okay?" She called out, sulking out of the room and searching for her distraught child. Jim clenched his jaw. His heavy footsteps boomed through the den as he stopped before Dustin and Lucas. "Either you ever use a gun before?" His cavernous voice bassed through the room. "Uh…" Lucas stammered, looking at his friend. "What?! You can't be serious." Nancy objected, staring the Sherrif down. "Oh, I'm serious bout a lotta things, sweetheart." He flipped bullets into each camber of a small revolver, spinning the cylinder shut and pressing the tool against Lucas' chest. "Long way from a slingshot, huh kid…" Hopper remarked with a beardy grin. The boy chuckled nervously. "I'm way more qualified to use that thing than any of these twerps." Nancy asserted. "Maybe…But, I don't think you're gonna help me blow your boyfriend's head off." He explained, nonchalantly loading his shotgun. Nancy's face contorted, seeming insulted. "Bullshit! Like Hell you are!" She condemned. "Yeah? Watch me. Let's go, boys." He fumbled a cigarette between his lips and walked to the door right past Nancy who had to dodge his mass. The two followed behind him, unanimously never having the gall to go against what the Sherrif says. But, it isn't like they didn't want to get this guy. Make him pay for what he's done. So, they obliged. "Wait. I'm coming too." Mike tried to tail them out the door, only to be met with a strong, but careful nudge, sending him stepping back. "No, kid. I need you to stay around here." The man's voice rolled. "What? Why? I can help if you just-" "Because…if my daughter's gonna show her face again, it'll be looking for you. Stay here. Look for her. Find her, you tell me. Got it?" He dug his finger into the boy's chest. Mike wanted to argue, but he knew it would go nowhere and most likely end up with him at the end of a barrel, the nod of his head seeming almost painful. He wanted to make that guy pay. The thought of anyone else pulling the trigger on him fueled the fire in his eyes. A fire that, now, wouldn't get a chance to explode. "And uh…Listen kid, I-…" Jim struggled to get the words out. "I'm sorry I thought it was you." He placed a reluctantly apologetic hand on the teen's shoulder. "What? You think I would-" Mike was cut off. "Hey, it's what I was told. Okay? Calm your horses, kid. I know who it was now." He explained as Mike exhaled. Hopper placed his hat back on his head before stepping out the door and shutting it behind Lucas and Dustin. Nancy watched out the window as the Sherrif's car started, hastily pulling out of the driveway and down the road. "Isn't this the part where your stubborn ass tries to stop them?" Mike eyed his sister as she shut the curtain. "You know me so well." She grabbed her coat and swung the door open, slamming it behind her. Mike scoffed as he heard the second car start from the driveway. Nancy floored the gas in reverse, leaving clouds of dirt in the tires' wake. Mike looked to Max who stood just as speechless as him across the room, silence filling the den.

Now

Troy puffed, out of breath, holding El's body unsteadily as she rode his lap. The girl pushed his back against the seat, looking out the window. She seemed less interested the longer this went for. Eleven had already gotten her fill a couple minutes ago. Despite so, she held her fair hand over his mouth and fastened her pace, clashing her forehead with his and pouting. "Oh, I'm almost there. Oh, Just a few more minutes…" He heaved. "…Oh…Maybe five…" Eleven finally had enough. She rose to her feet, stepping over the boy's legs and bending over, pulling her panties back up the dress. "W-What's goin on? What happened I wasn't done." He kvetched, squirming in his seat while El snuck the box her old clothes were in back under one of the seats with her foot. "I don't have all day." El glanced back at him before continuing her way out the bus. He scoffed, rushing after her, klutzing with his jeans and almost falling down the steps, catching the rusted door. "W-Well, what about just a chewie? Or a handy?" He attempted to negotiate. Eleven waved behind her, giving him all the hand he needed. "You bitch! You gave me blue balls!" He took her wrist harshly. She could swear she was ten seconds from doing more than squeezing the bully's bladder this time. Just as her eyes began to burn holes through him, a voice from behind them chopped the pressure of the situation. "That idea going through your mind right about now'll prr..obably get you hurt." A young man around their age, maybe a couple years older, bumped into the conversation with his hands in his jacket pockets and a snarky smile. Any wrinkle in El's expression disappeared when she saw the boy. Troy sized him up, not dropping her wrist. "How're you gonna hurt me?" He interrogated, arrogantly. "Oh, that's the thing. I don't gotta do jack shit…" The mystery boy chuckled, secretly winking at the girl. El couldn't help but let a shy grin slip through as Troy seemed confused, looking at her and back at the young man. "Oh yeah? I'll show you who who you're talkin to-" The delinquent stepped toward him, winding his fist back before he was interrupted by the sound of his own screams. He could hear a crunching snap that echoed through his left arm as he doubled over to the side with another, now askew, limb. His yelling made El cringe as she lifted her upper lip, repulsed. The young hooligan scurried off toward his bike, frantically rushing out of the junkyard. The two were left in peace as well as a fit of laughter. "Don't bring him home for dinner." Mystery boy commented, gauging another giggle from her. He just nodded and smiled before starting to walk away. "Wait." She uttered as he paused. "Thanks." Eleven lowered her eyes timidly. The teen scoffed at her. "You kiddin me? That was all you. I think you made that guy piss himself." He assured her, chuckling again. "Not the first time…" She giggled. Again. Jeez, she really hoped she wasn't blushing. "Alright, well…See ya some other time, Jane." He turned again, but this time, he was stopped fully in his tracks. Not by his own accord. The soles of his shoes scraped the dirt as he was slowly turned around and pulled closer towards the girl who held her flexed fingers in his direction. "…What…?" She narrowed her eyes, staring him down. "Shit." He put his head down, realizing his slip-up. "How do you know my name?" She drilled. "Sorry. You're right. You got me. My…gift sometimes gets the better of me." He admitted, throwing his hands up in surrender. Eleven seemed perplexed. What did he mean "gift"? It was then that she took one glance at his hands and almost missed something just beneath his cuff. She stepped closer to him, snatching his hand and pulling it in front of her. She pushed up his sleeve a bit, running her thumb across his wrist in disbelief. "010" a small tattoo read. "Oh. That? That's just my-" Eleven cut him off, putting her wrist next to his, showing her near identical mark that read "011". Realizing what she meant, his eyes widened and Eleven's breath hitched.

To Be Continued…

Phew! As you can see a long chapter indeed. I think it's definitely one of, if not the longest I've ever spent time on, so, again, I really hope you enjoy it. I love you all and your feedback warms me. Even criticism if handled properly. See you all again in my next work! -(AS)