*I do not own Suite Life on Deck/of Zack and Cody or any of the characters!

The next chapters are going to be just filled with tw/incest. They're in the voices of the characters, and are clear as to who is speaking.

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My parents died when my brother and I were very young, leaving us a fortune of over two million dollars. Our older brothers raised the two of us, them being about seventeen years older than me- they were just like our parents. I was too young to remember my mother and father, but Zack and Cody, (my brothers), tried their best to keep us watching home movies and looking through pictures with them. The only memory I can really recall is visiting the cemetery all the time, looking at the two graves that held my mother and father. Cody talks greatly of mom, how she always made sure they ate their veggies- worked hard- sent them to school- and was just all around a good mother. Zack, he always talked about dad. Dad was a rock star, (I periodically listed to his music to familiarize myself with it), he gave Zack his first guitar and was just a really cool dad...Understanding too, from what I hear. It wasn't until I was about ten that I realized my brothers were gay. I had never seen any girls around where we lived, other than Maddie and London- who were just close friends. I one day asked if they were their girlfriends, and both boys snickered- saying girls weren't really their interest.

I'm now sixteen and my younger brother is fourteen. I care about him more than anything, (I care about Zack and Cody too, but my younger brother needs me), he's my life...

"Alex!" I turned, hearing my younger brother rush into our home.

"Hey," I stood from the couch I was sitting on and walked over to him, giving him a big hug, "how was school?"

"It sucked...I got picked on again by Mark..He's such an asshole!"

"Watch your language," Zack walked from the bathroom, his hair wet from a shower.

Zack was the oldest of all of us. Though him and Cody were twins, he was older by a few minutes. Zack was very handsome- a young age of 33- he still only looked about twenty. Cody was very much the same- though he looked as if he were still seventeen. I always looked through old photos of my brothers, admiring how attractive they were...Cody always looked younger than Zack... more girlish as well..Tristan reminded me a lot of Cody- very cute. Tristan's body was thin and he was short, but not too short. I thought him being so short was adorable. He had a flat stomach that suited him perfectly and he looked as if he were an image straight from television. He had curves around his hips that were natural- and naturally beautiful. His blonde hair was semi-long and flowed nicely, matching his bright blue and green eyes. He always had a smile on his face, was always happy. Other than when he got picked on in school for looking like a girl. Zack and Cody said once that Mom had wanted a girl, but Tristan was the one who came out. Maybe he was suppose to be a girl? Either way...he was the best thing in my life...

"Sorry Zack..." Tristan pouted cutely and waited for me to sit back on the couch before he flopped in my lap, "but anyways, he said that if I don't start to work out I'll sprout a set of boobs and then I'll really be a girl!"

"Just because you have boobs doesn't make you a girl, you need a vagina for that!" Zack laughed.

Tristan pouted again, looking at me, "So hurtful..."

"It's okay, Tris; I like the way you look," I smiled, running my fingers through his hair. Tris was a name that only I could call him. If anyone else dared to call him that he wouldn't be happy- neither would I.

He smiled brightly and hugged me, "You're awesome..."

I looked to Zack who was smiling at me, almost as if a perverted image had thrust itself into his mind.

"Tristan, Alex, Cody and I are going out tonight...There's a new movie and we wanted to see it," Zack slid on his shoes, "there's a twenty on the fridge, order something to eat and we'll be back around midnight."

"But it's only four right now, where are you going until then? Is it that long of a movie?" I raised an eyebrow.

"It's a three hour movie- it's not until eight thirty but we're going to dinner and maybe just bum around for a bit."

I nodded, waving as Zack left me and Tristan alone, "What do you want to do?"

"Pizza and movies?"

"And popcorn," I corrected.

"Yeah," Tristan shifted in my lap, unknowingly grinding against my hips, "I don't have any homework tonight."

"You don't?" I held onto his sides and began rubbing his back.

"Nope, we're studying for midterms and they didn't want to overwhelm us...I've got good teacher this year," he smiled and shifted again so he was straddling my hips, looking me in the eyes, "Can I ask you something?"

"Anything, you know that," I smiled, brushing his hair from his face, tucking it behind his ears.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

I blushed, knowing that I might have to spill my very own secret to my younger brother, "No...I don't, Tris...why, do you?"

"I still find girls 'icky,'" he smiled at me, "I just wanted to know...why don't you have one? You're old enough..."

"I know I'm old enough, Tris...I just-"

"Do you find girls...unattractive?" he wrapped his arms around my neck, looking at me.

My heart began to pound, feeling like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest and attack him. I loved my brother, but since I hit the wonderful age of fifteen- I felt myself feeling oddly attracted to him. I couldn't help it...it was wrong, but I loved him...

"I don't find them unattractive...they just don't strike my interest."

He nodded and looked down at our hips that were pressing together, "I don't think I like girls..." he whispered.

"It's okay, Zack and Cody don't either..."

"They don't? I thought so...but I...didn't want to ask," he slid from my lap and sighed, "but I don't feel gay either...I'm not sure how that should feel."

"I'm not sure either, Tris.." I stood and grabbed the money from the fridge and tried to think where to order the pizza from, "Roma sound good?"

"Sure..." he slouched, deep in his own thoughts.

I smiled and called for a large pizza with everything on it, forgetting that my brother hated sausage, and ordering a large bottle of sprite for the two of us. My total came to about $17.00 and the rest would go for a tip, fair enough.

"What movie would you like to watch?" I opened the cupboard that showed off the hundreds of films we had. We had movies from the 30s, all the way up until present day. Our favorite movies were horror, but Tristan normally got too afraid and I would have to turn it off so he wouldn't wake up screaming in the middle of the night; but that would happen whether we finished the video or not.

"Let's watch Aquarius' Birth.." he smiled. Sometimes I wondered if he only picked the videos so he could crawl into bed with me at night, or hold my hand when he got scared...it made me proud that I was his comfort.

Aquarius' Birth was a movie about demons in Ancient Greece. The demons would go around and massacre people, drive them insane, and many other things. I loved the film, but it seemed too intense for Tristan. But his mind was made up, and I wouldn't argue with him.

I took the blu-ray disc from its case and slid it into Zack's Playstation 4, watching the screen load. I took the traditional controller and clicked the X, telling the console that I wanted to watch the movie I'd inserted into it. The beginning credits started up and the movie played.

Before everything got to be too intense, our pizza showed up, along with our soda. Tristan was happy to have his pizza but stared at it for all of five minutes before I sighed, picking the sausage from it. He'd finally picked up the slice and ate it, full after just the one slice. The movie got into the full action, causing me to smile and pick out everything I had seen in it before. Tristan jumped and was now officially freaked out. His feet were up on the couch and he was looking around the room as if something were coming for him. He eventually screamed, later then when he normally would have, and made me jump.

"Okay, that's enough," I got up and turned it off, sitting on the couch with him.

He frowned, "I was watching it..."

"I know you were...So was I; but you're scared."

"A-am, not..." I looked at his shaking hands and smiled.

"You're too cute, Tris..." I pulled him into my lap and looked into his eyes, seeing that he was truly freaked out. Maybe horror movies should be taken out of our home...

Tristan wrapped his arms around my neck, looking back into my eyes; he wound his fingers into my similar length hair. I sighed, happily, wishing Tristan wasn't so damn cute.

"Lex..." he moved closer, our chests pressing together, "I'm scared..." he whispered.

I ran my hands up his back, leaning closer to his face, "You don't have to be scared when I'm with you..."

Our eyes became half lidded as our breath mingled before us, our lips brushing slightly against each others. I felt Tristan's cold nose rub lightly on my face as he took in a shaky breath before he let our lips press together, finally becoming one. My heart leaped as we sat there, our inexperienced lips just touching softly. I'd never kissed anyone before, and I could tell that Tristan hadn't either. It was a quick kiss, lasting only seconds before Tristan backed off, blushing deeply. Silence filled the room as we sat together, wondering what this meant for us.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered, looking to the floor- ashamed.

"It's not all your fault," I stroked his hair, wanting him to be as comfortable as possible with what had just happened.

He nodded and began crying softly. I panicked at the sight of him crying and didn't know what to do for that brief moment. "What's wrong? Oh, Tris I'm sorry! It's not your fault, it's mine!" I rubbed his back and held him tightly in my arms.

"It's not that," he sniffled, "I just...I feel- strange.." he wiped his eyes, "I've never felt strange like this..."

"Strange? A kiss is natural..."

"No...not that..."

"Then what?" I looked at his blushing face.

"'It' feels funny..." his eyes met mine. I still couldn't understand what he was trying to tell me.

"What feels funny?"

"'It' does," he added so much extra emphasis on the 'it', I would have had to of been a moron not to understand what was feeling funny.

"Oh! That!" I smacked my forehead, "that's natural too," I looked down, seeing a cute little bulge in my brothers pants.

"Make it stop..." he whined and pressed his face into my neck, his hot breath gliding over my collarbone.

'Make it stop' … I ran his words over in my head, not wanting to confuse my brother any further, or worse, damage him. "I'll show you how..." I lifted him up, carrying him to our bedroom. We both had full beds that barely fit in the room. But we were comfortable. Cody had told me the room was set up differently than his and Zack's used to be. Both of our beds were against the far wall (mine on the right, his on the left), facing the wall by the door that entered our room. Mounted on the wall was our television, and below that was our dresser.

"How are you going to make it stop?" he was so naïve...

I laid him on my bed, knowing we'd both wind up sleeping there later, "You have to touch it," I explained.

"..." he looked to the side, out the windows that lined the right wall of our room, watching the rain that was falling steadily, "is it wrong...if I ask you to help me...do that?" even in the dark of our room I could see the blush on his face.

"I don't think it's wrong, Tris..." I was gentle, slowly removing his shirt from over his head.

Tristan relaxed as I admired his curvy body, but I could tell that he was growing impatient. I smiled and undid his small jeans, preparing to pull them off. He lifted his hips so I could better pull them down and remove them completely. I had seen him naked a lot, but never had I seen him with such a proud erection between his legs. I loved the bare skin that on any normal body would be covered in curly hairs- but he was smooth and perfect. I bent down, placing a kiss directly above where his cock was resting on his stomach. He wasn't too big, but he also wasn't too small. I ran my tongue across his navel, thinking how delicious he looked laying there- so vulnerable...

He whimpered as his legs shook and he was leaking a bit of pre-cum onto his stomach. I dipped my fingers in the substance and smeared it across his stomach. He moaned quietly at my touch. I ran my hand down and grasped his erection, slowly beginning to jerk it. He gasped and raked his nails through the sheets, obviously never have experienced something like this.

I had masturbated enough in my life, so I knew how, and what, I was doing. He began bucking his small hips, gasping with every pump I gave to his cock that was so full of life. My hand instinctively reached down and undid my pants, pushing them to my knees as I kept toying with Tristan's body. I began jerking myself off, feeling my own pre-cum leaking onto my fingers. Tristan moaned loudly, arching his back as he came violently. His cum shot from his cock onto his stomach, chest, and a bit landed on his face. I reached my own orgasm as I watched Tristan get covered in his own fluid, wishing it was mine.

"Lexi..." he whined and kept slowly thrusting his hips upward, "my..." he whimpered and ran his hands down his body, moaning as he touched himself. He calmed down a bit and looked at me, "do you want me to-?"

"No, no it's fine...I came when you did," I stood and walked to the bathroom, grabbing a damp cloth. I wiped Tristan down, then myself. He fell asleep quickly, satisfied with his first orgasm.

I crawled beside him in bed, covering us both up. I wrapped my arms around him, keeping him warm as we slept the night away.

…Zack's POV...

"Zack.." Cody whispered, well, more like half moaned.

"Mm.." I thrust into him deeply, feeling his insides tighten. It was hard for us to have sex at home, us sleeping in the living room and all. We normally found a spot to park the car and go at it until Cody couldn't walk anymore.

"Faster!" he gasped, raking his nails across my back, "oh, I'm cumming!" he bucked his hips with mine, causing me to moan and feel pleasure course through my entire body.

"Cody!" I finally yelled out, feeling him tighten around me. I was cumming, and cumming too quickly. I hated when we couldn't have sex for hours on end- it was always under ten, maybe twenty, minutes.

I could feel our car rock as I kept slamming myself inside of him, aiming for that sweet spot that made him scream so loudly. He bucked his hips violently, arching his back and digging his nails into the base of my neck. His screams filled the car as he came, tightening around me. I groaned, knowing that I could now let myself go inside of him. I spilled my cum in him with a final groan, feeling my cock pulse with every spurt that came out of me.

"Mm...That felt so good..." Cody kissed me deeply, wrapping his arms around my neck.

"Yeah...We should do it again.." I smiled and dove back down, kissing his neck.

"Alex and.. nng... Trista-ah-n.. they're..."

"Just fine," I smiled at him as I began thrusting in and out of him again, "we never have sex anymore, and now you're all mine...I'm going to abuse your tight little hole.."

"Nng.." he moaned loudly, wrapping a leg around me as I pounded harder, wanting him to scream.

"You're so wet.." I smiled, rubbing my hand on his cock.

"Zacky!" he screamed, "l-let me..." he tried to sit up.

"Let you what?" I thrust faster.

"Ride, you!" he gasped.

"Of course, what a wonderful offer," I sat him up in my lap, sitting on the backseat of our car.

Cody bounced, rolling his hips tightly against mine. He allowed me to hold him as we ground together, keeping a look out for any cops that could be checking the area. Though, it was hard to see. The late September weather was cold and our heated breath fogged the windows up quickly. The car was once again rocking, but back and forth this time instead of side to side. Either way- the entire thing turned me on more than I think Cody knew.

He squeezed around me, reaching his second orgasm with a loud girly scream. I couldn't hold back, watching, feeling, and hearing him was too much for me...I came violently, spilling even more of my cum inside of my brother.

"No more.." he shook his head and sighed, "I've had enough for tonight..." he slid off of me and, still woozy from coming down from his orgasm, slid onto the floor by accident.

I laughed at him and began getting dressed, "You're right though, we should go check in on the boys."

Cody nodded, lifting himself from the floor so he could dress. I drove us home and parked the car, walking Cody to the elevator. We still lived in the hotel, even though we had come across a fortune, it was our home... Cody had begun working at the front desk when Alex and Tristan were still babies, caring for them as he did so. I finished college and became a police officer while Cody was promoted to manager of the hotel.

"Tristan? Alex?" I stepped into the hotel room and looked around. The lights were off and there was pizza left on the coffee table in front of the television, "I guess they went to bed?"

"Yeah," Cody poked his head into their room, seeing them curled up in the same bed.

…Tristan's POV...

I woke up extra tired, looking at my brother who was on his back, fast asleep. I rolled from his bed and shivered at the coldness in the air. His hoodie was the first thing I saw- I threw it on promptly and pulled on shorts that only came to my mid-thigh. My legs never got cold, it was always my torso- so I was comfortable. I slid from the bedroom, quiet as to not wake my brother.

"Morning Tristan," Cody smiled and wrapped an arm around me in a half hug.

"Good morning," I admired Cody...he was smart and pretty...He did a lot for me and Alex while we were growing up. I was glad for that... I thought of him as my mother- as weird as that sounds. Zack was the father of our family- masculine and handsome. Whereas Cody was feminine and loved cooking us dinner, showing me many tricks he had picked up over the years. I don't think I would be embarrassed if I called him mom, but it might sound weird, "did you cook breakfast?"

"Of course," Cody walked me to the dining room table and sat me in front of a plate of french toast. I loved his french toast, he used liquor in the egg mixture- allowing the bread to soak all the way through and then cooking it with a dash of cinnamon. It was amazing... But oddly enough, it was the only type of toast I would eat.

I dug in and swung my feet while I watched Zack rush around to get ready for work. He was always late. Not that his boss minded, as long as he showed up at all. He would normally just patrol around and give people tickets for speeding and running lights- but he had run across a few exciting things in his time as a cop.

"Gotta go," he kissed me on the forehead, followed by kissing Cody on the lips with a quick 'I love you.'

"Bye.." I looked at my food and danced my fork through the syrup that was in a puddle on my toast, "Cody?" I kept my gaze down.

"Yes, Tristan?" he sat down and handed me a glass of orange juice.

"Why do you and Zack kiss each other?" I bit my lip, hoping he wouldn't get mad at me.

"..." I could tell he was trying to find the right words, "well..." he began, "I love Zack very much, and he loves me too..."

"So it's okay for me to kiss...I dunno, say, Alex?" I could feel a blush burning my cheeks.

"Of course, he's your brother- no one can stop you and I don't have any problem with it."

"Alex told me you and Zack are gay..." I looked up and saw that Cody was slightly taken aback.

"Well yes, we are..."

"...With each other?" I questioned.

"..."

"Sorry..." I looked to the floor.

"Tristan, there are things that...happen. I don't want you to feel strange about the way Zack and I are..."

"What if I feel that way about Alex?"

"It's fine by me...I love you no matter what.." he leaned in and placed his lips to my forehead, "you're my baby brother...and my son..." he smiled, tucking my hair behind my ears.

I smiled, reaching my arms to him for a hug. I knew that when one of my older brothers, whether it was Alex, Zack, or Cody, was affectionate toward me...I almost resorted back to a young child... I loved my family and I was glad to be the baby- the one everyone was there for.

"Now, get ready for school and I'll wake Alex," he stood and walked to the bedroom.

I groaned, not wanting to go back to that hellhole they called a school. Yes, I loved my teachers! But the students were awful...just awful. My best friend was a girl, her name was Kiki and she was gothic..or emo, which ever. We had fun though, we'd talk mostly about television and how we'd change the world if we could. She was a good friend.

"Nng...morning Tris..." Alex walked over and hugged me, placing his head on my shoulder, "so sleepy..."

I blushed, remembering the way my brother had touched me the previous night, "Can I wear your hoodie today? It's warmer than mine is..." he nodded against my shoulder and kissed my neck softly.

"Borrow anything you want..." he yawned and slumped to the table, finishing my breakfast for me.

"Thanks," I slipped into our room and grabbed my bath towel. I ran the shower and hopped in, feeling the sting of the heated water on my cool skin. I sighed as I adjusted and began washing my hair, scrubbing harshly. I hummed my favorite songs to myself and began singing and shaking my hips as I sung louder.

"Tristan! Hurry up!"

I jumped, hearing Cody call to me, "Sorry..." I mumbled and rinsed my hair, turning the water off. I dressed in Alex's shirt and found some jeans to wear, "ready."

Alex yawned, stretching his arms into the air, "Awesome.." he thrust my backpack at me and headed to the door, "see you later Cody!" he shouted.

"Behave..." Cody smiled, handing me a bagged lunch.

I split from my brother after walking to the school, rushing to my class. I spotted Kiki and flopped in the desk beside her. She had her notebook out and a pen that she was flipping through her fingers.

"Hey Tristan," she smiled brightly.

"Hey Kiki..Did you do last nights homework?" I peered at the paper under her notebook.

"All ready for you to copy," she laughed, "why didn't you do it? It's not like you..."

"I forgot all about it honestly; Alex and I ordered pizza and watched a horror movie before he-" I caught myself, "before we went to bed for the night.. I thought we didn't have any homework but I guess that was only for math and English."

"Oh, busy boy," she joked.

I smiled and took the papers, copying her answers and correcting the ones she had gotten wrong. Our teacher walked into the class and I quickly handed her papers back.

"Pass your homework forward, we're watching a movie today on the history of music," the class hooted and hollered, "there will," she paused and waited for the class to quiet, "there will be a short quiz on this, however."

I sighed, having already seen the movie she put into the player. I turned, looking out the windows that were behind my teachers desk. They overlooked a class that was outside, admiring the plants that were around a tree.

'Alex...' I frowned, seeing my older brother poking around with some girls.

"Mr. Martin, did you have a question about the movie or are you too busy admiring the ladies outside on the green?" my teacher folded her arms.

I frowned and looked at her, "I've seen this movie...and I was just looking out the window- not at the girls," I turned away from her, looking to the other side of the room.

"Figures he wasn't checking the girls out...Fag," I turned, looking at one of the students I despised. His name was Mark and I couldn't stand him. His friends laughed at his apparent joke, knowing that if they didn't, he might just kick their asses.

"Takes one to know one..." I sneered, causing the class to snicker in return.

"What'd you say?" he stood from his desk.

"Mark! Sit back down, now," he glared at me as the teacher yelled at him.

I filled out my short quiz on the movie, helped Kiki along with hers and left the class quickly.

"Hey, Martin!" Mark yelled from behind me. I decided to ignore him and keep walking, "I'm talking to you, faggot!" he walked over and shoved at me, causing me to stumble unexpectedly into a locker.

"Leave me alone..." I clenched my fists.

"Awe, baby need his mommy?"

"Shut up!" I shoved him.

He laughed at my girlish shove and walked closer to me, "Why don't you go ahead and shove me again and I'll-"

"Why don't you back off for once, Brownstein?" Kiki walked over.

He turned, facing my friend, "I don't know, Fitzpatrick, why don't you?"

"Come on Tristan..." Kiki took my hand and began walking away.

"Yeah, go ahead and run home to mommy and daddy! Big faggot cry baby," he laughed.

'That's it...' I spun around, shaking away from Kiki's grasp and marched over to Mark, punching him square in the jaw. One hit, he was down. Like a box of rocks. I hadn't expected to take him down like that...but I guess anger works to bring out your true fighting spirit.

…Cody's POV...

I sighed, getting a phone call from the school. What didn't Tristan understand about me telling him to behave? Oh well, it was too late anyway. I figured I would just gather myself and head to the school to find out what had happened, obviously going to go with whatever Tristan said- he would never lie to me... Once at the school I wound up at the principles office, seeing my old friends.

"Barbra? Maddie?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Tristan's yours?" Barbra piped up first.

"Yeah..what's going on?" I sat down.

"I guess he got in a fight with Mark and Kiki was there as a witness to what happened."

I looked at Maddie and smiled. Maddie found out she was pregnant around the same time my parents died. It was some jerk of a guy who screwed her and left as quick as he came- no pun intended. Barbra got married very young and wound up with Mark- she stayed with her husband for a few years but wound up getting a divorce and changing Marks last name to hers.

I looked up to see Tristan walk from the office with the two others, tears rushing down his face. He rushed over to me and flung his arms around my neck, not wanting to let go.

"What happened?" I rubbed his back, looking at the large bruise that was on Marks face.

"I just wanna go home..." he nuzzled into my neck.

"So you're his father?" the principle walked out of her office, looking at me.

"Sort of...yeah, what's going on?"

"Your son is suspended for fighting with another student."

"It's not fair.." he whimpered.

"And what about Mark?"

"Mark says he didn't do anything."

"He did!" Kiki shouted, "he was picking on Tristan and shoved him into the lockers and kept calling him a faggot! This is bullshit..."

"Kiki...language," Maddie scolded.

"I'm sorry but I have no proof that Mark did anything, whereas Mark has a large bruise on his face from Tristan hitting him and several witnesses saying that he hit him- Tristan only has one witness."

Mark smirked, walking over to Barbra. I sighed, "Fine, I'll just take him home. He doesn't need to be here anyway; especially if it's going to be an environment such as this," I grabbed up my jacket and walked away, not saying another word to anyone.

"I'm sorry..." Tristan cried as we got his things from his locker.

"It's not your fault..I know you wouldn't lie," I rubbed his back, walking him to the car, "I'll take you home and you can relax for a while...Alex will be back after school and I'm going to go do some shopping."

"Okay..." he wiped his eyes and stepped from the car as I pulled up to the hotel.

"Love you kiddo, go take a nap- I'll cook us something good for dinner tonight."

"Okay...Thanks, love you," I watched as he ran inside.