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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Gabriel_(Supernatural), Gabriel/Anna_Milton, Castiel/Anna_Milton,
      Castiel_/Gabriel_/Anna
  Character:
      Castiel_(Supernatural), Gabriel_(Supernatural), Anna_Milton, Chuck
      Shurley, Naomi_(Supernatural), Lucifer, Michael_(Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Incest, Underage_-_Freeform, Explicit_Sex, Oral_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering,
      Hand_Jobs, Mental_Instability, Loneliness, Alienation, Child_Abandonment,
      Chuck_and_Naomi_are_parents, Chuck_and_Naomi_are_cluess, Not_bad_parents,
      au_-_no_supernatural, Castiel_and_Mental_Health_Issues, Castiel_had_OCD,
      Alternate_Universe_-_No_Angels
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      Published: 2017-06-06 Chapters: 3/5 Words: 9032
****** Overwhelmed ******
by Tickette
Summary
     A big happy family falls into difficulty because the youngest has
     mental health issues. Castiel is saddled with OCD and other mental
     issues. Gabriel and Anna are his siblings who try to help when their
     parents can't. The siblings fill in when the parents are too
     preoccupied with finding a cure. Things go beyond brotherly/sisterly
     love.
     First Chapter: Background of the family
     Second Chapter: Castiel' POV
     Third Chapter: Gabriel's POV
Notes
     Starts off with some background then leads to some disturbing
     situations. There is incest, if this is not for you, don't read it. I
     had to write it to get it out of my head.
***** The Family *****
Overwhelmed
The Family
When Naomi and Chuck got married they wanted to have two children, one boy and
one girl. They tried for over a year then were blessed with a baby boy, Michael
Charles. Thirteen months later they had another boy, Nicholas Lucifer. Both
were fond of biblical names, although they did debate Lucifer for a long time.
With those two beautiful boys the family was happy.
Chuck was a successful writer and had had three of his books turned into
movies. Naomi had gotten her degree in business and was working her way up the
ladder. Their combined successes afforded them with quite of few monetary
luxuries. With the well received new series from Chuck, they decided to buy an
island and build a large house. They were living a bit close to the paycheck,
but when Naomi was promoted to vice president her bonus provided the down
payment.
Though they were happy, they both wanted a little girl. So when the boys were
four and three, they tried again. They were ecstatic when they received the
news that their little Rachel Hannah was to arrive. However, it was not meant
to be. When Naomi went into labor she was in incredible pain. Sure enough her
baby girl was breech. Rachel spent one week in NICU before she passed.
Devastated Chuck and Naomi focused on their family and jobs. Two years would go
by before they said they would try one more time. This time it was just as
tragic, at the fifth month the baby boy, Bartholomew Allen, was too premature
and passed but a mere hour after his birth. No more they agreed.
When Michael was eight he noticed that his Mama was getting bigger. She was
playing war with her boys in the back yard with nerf guns and had just targeted
Luc, she preferred it to Nick and so did he, when Michael came out from
underneath their hedge and shot her in the butt.
“Mama, you are easy to shoot!” He shouted in all his boyhood glee.
“Michael! Why did you say that?” Naomi had thought should would make a good
warrior.
”Because you are so big.” His innocence stayed her hurt. Though she did check
herself out that evening. She made a call the next day and sure enough, her
doctor confirmed she was pregnant. She went home frightened.
That night they prayed as a family and every night until she gave birth to a
healthy baby boy, Gabriel Ernesto. They continued to pray. Life was so good for
them once again.
Chuck's new book series about two brothers traveling the USA saving people was
an underground hit, though not a mainstream one. Royalties were pouring in as
were fans begging him to write more. Naomi also made CEO of her company, the
youngest in its history. And their three sons were happy and healthy. They were
content in their lives.
However, life throws a monkey wrench into the best laid plans, for not four
months before Gabriel's first birthday Naomi found out she was pregnant again.
“I am too old to still be having babies!” She bawled that night.
“Oh Hun, you are not. You are only thirty four.”
Naomi glared at her husband. “I don't understand, we've been so careful.”
“It doesn't matter. Maybe this will be twins so we can have our very own
basketball team.”
The tears that were threatening to fall were whisked away and they both laughed
at the absurdity. Her pregnancy was normal and to their surprise when their
baby boy Raphael Marcus was born he was actually a she and thus became Anna
Marie. Their wishes for a girl had finally come true!
Over the moon with happiness they celebrated. The older boys, now nine and
eight, had their pictures taken with their baby brother and new baby sister.
Luc insisted they were twins because they were practically the same size. Again
life was good and the parents were tired and happy.
Chuck hired a nanny and a cook, with approval from his wife of course, and that
lightened the load a lot. Their huge family, huge to them, was content. The
older boys explored the island, learned to swim and fish, and wanted to teach
their younger siblings all the things they knew.
One year and two months after Anna was born she was running, as much as a
toddler could run, round the house with her brother nearly two year old brother
Gabriel when Naomi came home early. She had been at a get together for her
company and started feeling odd. Chuck met her at the door.
“What happened, bad shrimp?” His face was a study in concern though he tried to
lighten her mood. After six pregnancies and four children he was concerned
about her health. She had been complaining about acid reflux and nausea for a
few months now.
“Haha, no. There was the usual fare, burgers, hot dogs, salads. I just had some
raw carrots and some fruit salad. I did have a glass of wine, but no more than
I usually drink.”
Chuck had eased her over to the couch in their front living room. She looked
pale and queasy.
“Let me get you some water.”
When he came back, Naomi had doubled over on the couch and was moaning in pain.
Her husband rubbed her back and brushed the hair from her face. When she was
able to sit up, Chuck handed her the ice water.
“Oh Hun, you feel hot.”
“I feel like crap. The pain has been getting worst. At first it was just a
twinge. I thought I had to go pee. Then as the afternoon progressed so has the
pain. And it's coming in waves. I had to pull over halfway home. That was
twenty minutes ago.” Naomi confirmed when she glanced at the clock on the wall.
Anna and Gabriel came running in and piling into their mother.
“Mama! Mamama!” Gabriel screamed and laughed. Heather, their nanny, came
running in to gather the tots.
“Come on now sweeties, let Mama have some room.” Chuck scooped up his
youngsters and spun them around. Their peels of laughter echoed through the
house.
He handed them off to Heather when he saw his wife hunched over in pain again.
“I am going to have to take Naomi to the hospital -”
“I don't need a damned hospital.” Naomi panted. She fell back into the couch
looking exhausted.
“Yes you do. You only curse when you are hurting bad. It might be your
appendix. Or gallstones.”
At her incredulous look he gave up trying to diagnose the issue. However, she
did give thought to gall stones. Chuck turned to the nanny.
“If you would Heather, please have Wayne go pick up the boys today. Their bus
will be arriving at three forty-five. Please give them my apologies and let
them have a snack before supper. Yes it can be a sweet.”
“Chuck dear, why are you -” She was cut off by another wave of pain.
“Okay, sicky no longer gets a vote, to the car with you.” Chuck helped his weak
and in pain wife to his Jeep Patriot and they took off at speeds he normally
did not drive. This day he was grateful for the bridge that spanned the
waterway between their island and the mainland.
It was a good thing they did go to the hospital because ten minutes after she
arrived she was told she was in labor.
“What the HELL!?” She exclaimed in-between pushes.
Chuck was doing his best to stay calm, but he was losing it.
“This doesn't happen in real life!” She panted. Naomi was not one for TV but
she had watched her fair share of baby shows. One in particular she enjoyed but
never really believed was I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant. And now here she was
about to give birth to a baby she had no clue she was carrying.
“It's okay, you doing great.”
“You did this to me,” she growled. “You are getting snipped after this!”
There had been no time to administer an epidural so she was feeling the full on
labor pains. Every one of her other babies she gave birth to before she had
scheduled the time. All the prep was done well ahead.
“Yea Hun.” Chuck was agreeing to anything she said.
Twenty three minutes later at five oh five on that Thursday afternoon, a tiny
baby boy was born. Naomi laughed with tears of joy that he was healthy though
quite a bit smaller than her other babies carried to full term. The doctor had
reassured them that the baby was full term. Chuck was overwhelmed because they
had had no warning. None of the normal pregnancy symptoms his wife had with all
of her other children had happened. Naomi was just as baffled.
“I'm going to call him Castiel, my miracle, my little angel.”
The next day both she and Castiel James were home safe and sound. Anna and Gabe
laughed and played while Mike and Luc stared at their new brother.
“Why didn't you tell us you were going to have another baby and why didn't you
get all fat Mom?” Luc, now nine, asked and got a pop to the head from his older
brother.
“Don't call Mom fat.”
“Now now,” she began, she was still very tired. “Each one was different. And to
tell you the truth, I didn't know either.”
“He's so much smaller than Anna or Gabe was.” Mike talked quietly as he was
taught with his other siblings.
“I know sweetie, but he is healthy and look he is smiling.”
“Ew, he pooped!” Luc squealed and ran from the room.
Naomi laughed as Chuck picked up Castiel to change him.
“Cassie, Cassie!” screamed Gabe and Anna in unison.
Life went on, the children grew. All too soon each child had entered school.
They excelled at different things. Michael and Luc did not hang out at home as
much because teens had to have their own lives. Or at least that was how they
explained it to their younger siblings. None of the older Shurleys saw what
Gabe and Anna had witnessed over the years.
Though involved in their children's lives, Chuck and Naomi gave them room to be
kids. They both had obligations that kept them away for longer than they
wanted. They knew Michael wanted to be a lawyer and was steering his school
work in that direction. Luc wanted to go into business like his mother. Gabe
was a bit of a prankster and loved sweets and Anna had a mind for strategic
information. Castiel loved to write, just like his dad.
However, that was the issue. They didn't know what was wrong, but their little
brother was writing a lot of the time. It was fun when Castiel would spin a
tale about dragons and knights. Or weave a story of how swiss cheese got its
holes. His storytelling was exciting and very detailed. But as he got older,
about eight years old, his writing was getting in the way of his schooling.
Castiel was sent home with notes more and more often stating that he was not
staying on task and was daydreaming.
Chuck and Naomi did not give the notes much thought since Castiel was doing
well in school. He had surpassed the rest of his class in reading and writing
and cognitive thinking. They had discussed moving him up to the fifth grade,
skipping fourth. Their little Einstein they liked to call him.
However Gabe and Anna knew more. They saw the steady progression of normal
writing to focused writing to a near obsession. Castiel’s stories which were
intricate and involved became extremely detailed and tedious. By the time
Castiel was nine he had taught himself to write with both his left and right
hands so he could switch when his hands got tired. His other subjects faltered.
Math, history, science. He never participated in class nor took part in
playtime.
Chuck and Naomi took their youngest son to see doctors. By the time he was ten
he had been seen by a half a dozen physicians. Not one of them agreed. He had
spent too many months drugged up and a husk of who he was. Medications changed
with the doctors. He had ADHD or ADD. He was autistic, he was savant. Castiel
was anxious and scared a lot of the time. He developed insomnia and started to
have panic and/or anxiety attacks.
His parents, at their wits end of what to do, pulled him from school the middle
of his second semester of fifth grade. They hired tutors and nurses. They
continued to hunt for doctors, desperate for answers.
Castiel grew more distant and aggressive. He would repeat things over and over
until he was satisfied he got whatever it was right. He was exhausted because
of his insomnia. He was sick of his medication, he hated doctors and nurses
because they were always poking and prodding and giving him shots and or pills.
Gone was the happy boy who loved to spin a yarn about pirates and sea monsters.
His easy smile had not touched his lips in months. He would hide and write for
hours.
Late at night he would sneak into Anna’s or Gabriel’s room and slip into their
beds. Castiel begged them to hold him and tell him he was alright.
“I'm sick and I don't know what it is.” He cried as they rocked him. They had
to rock him thirty five times, no more no less.
“I can't stop. I have to write. Once I get started I have to finish, if I don't
finish I get so jumpy and scramble-y inside. It hurts when they crowd. Filling
me up inside, words I can't contain. I feel like I am going to fly apart and
nothing can hold me together. My head will explode. I! Can't! Stop!”
Tears soaked them but they held on. They listened where his parents failed.
When he was screaming in a corner of his room in their huge home, it was Gabe
and or Anna who calmed him down. He was afraid of the drugs, of the doctors, of
his brain, of the words. Always the words. And no one understood why. He tried
to explain.
“The medicine makes me trapped. I am in my head banging on the walls, stuck in
there, in the black, and I can not breathe. Words are flying all around like a
hurricane, beating me. Harsh words, ugly words, hateful words! I get buried so
deep, they are crushing me. Every time I am scared I won't be able to dig my
way out. Writing is the shovel. The words slip out of my body through the
pencil and are trapped on the paper.”
They tried to tell their parents, but they were so lost in their desperation
and grief that they could not see the forest for the trees. They saw that they
were losing their child to a mystery disease and they were helpless. Chuck and
Naomi unconsciously distanced themselves from their other children, focused
solely on getting Castiel help that they were alienating their love and joy.
Castiel hated the scrutiny. He ran and hid. He screamed and threw things. He
mentally withdrew. By the time he was twelve he had had seven procedures that
ranged from electroshock to hypnosis to a stay at a mental institution. Nothing
worked. His parents reduced the drugs and tried holistic methods. Changed his
diet.
Castiel got worse. He could only have meals at exact times, seven AM for
breakfast, twelve thirty PM lunch, which he insisted was only to be called
lunch, and five thirty PM for supper. If the meal was early, he waited. If it
was late he silently cried staring at his food. He couldn't eat it, the time
was wrong. Nothing he or anyone did could make him eat at a different time. And
the worst, he wrote for eight to ten hours a day, nonstop between meals. He was
allowed only four bathroom breaks and he had to have exactly ten eight ounce
glasses of water a day. All of these developments made travel horrible.
On the worst nights, the three youngest siblings held on to each other. Castiel
wept and begged them to tell him the truth.
“Why don't Mom and Dad love me? They never listen, I try to tell them. Mom just
cries and prays and Dad shakes his head and tells me I have to have faith.”
Nothing they said ever alleviated his worries. Nothing but hugs and time got
him to sleep.
***** Castiel *****
Chapter Summary
     Castiel’s POV. Castiel writes and writes and can't stop until he gets
     his words out. Gabriel sees a need and helps him out.
Chapter Notes
     This gets intense early. Brother and sisterly love has been
     surpassed. Incest, mutually concented, mostly. The time line is
     nonlinear.
Overwhelmed Castiel
The first time Castiel had an ‘episode’ he was fourteen and was writing about
the doctor he had seen earlier that day. It was the fifth one that year in a
long string of doctors he had seen over the years. None of them understood why
he had to write, why he had to have meals at exact time, or wear only certain
clothes each day, he just new he had to. And lately it was manifesting in
different physical ways. Normally it caused headaches, blurry vision, ringing
in the ears, sweating. Now he was getting belly cramps, tightness in his chest,
abs, groin, penis, arse, and legs. He would try to massage the cramps away
which would make some worse, take aspirin for the pain, but nothing was working
except writing. A few hours of writing and he would feel better.
Castiel was complaining in his notebook about the stupid doctor when it started
again. He had felt that his clothing was too restrictive and rubbed him in
uncomfortable places. He would have changed out of his suit but he could not
until after noon and until then he had to write. It was getting to where he had
to be writing nearly all the time. He was glad his parents had removed him from
school two years ago and gotten him tutors, though all but one had quit.
Castiel had wanted to unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip to give himself some more
room but unless he was actively changing his clothes he could not. He glanced
at the clock to confirm it was still before noon when Gabriel, his older
brother by two years, came into his room.
“Have fun at your new doc’s?” Gabriel asked as he leaned against the desk.
Gabriel always talked to him like he was normal.
“No, it was unpleasant and he knew as much as the last ten doctors, nothing,”
Castiel grumbled, wiping the sweat from his brow. He pressed the heel of his
right hand down on his throbbing penis then his cramping abdomen.
“Got a problem down there?” Gabriel laughed eyeballing his brother’s crotch.
“Yes Gabriel, the words had built up while I was away and I am trying to get
them out,” he risked looking up at his older brother. He saw what he thought
was concern, Gabriel wore a strange expression he could not place.
“It's manifested in strange places. The doctor said it was puberty. Phuh, he is
an imbecile,” Castiel's tone was dismissive of the physician. “It's so much
harder to get rid of when I have been away for a long time.” His voice broke as
he turned back to his work.
“Let me help,” Gabriel whispered, reaching down to remove Castiel's hand.
“What are you-”
“Shh, just write and relax, I'll help,” Gabriel coaxed, snaking his hand into
his brother's pants. Soon he was sliding his hand up and down on Castiel’s
penis. Castiel was shocked and appalled; he had been told his whole life that
no one was to touch there unless it was a physician. He tried to remove his
brother’s hand but his efforts were easily pushed away.
“What are you doing Gabriel!” Castiel was almost in tears. “You’re making it
worse!”
“Shhh, shhh, Cassie,” Gabriel whispered as he rubbed his brother’s shoulders
with his unoccupied hand. “It's alright, it's just me, this is perfectly
normal. You feel that? The how it is pressing against your skin? Those are the
words, and they are begging to be released.”
Gabriel's reasonings were seeping into Castiel's shrieking mind. He listened.
Wrongness still enveloped him, you don’t fuel the fire, he wanted his brother
to stop touching him although he could not believe how good that felt.
“You feel my hand, how it slides up and down. Your belly is getting warm, you
legs are trembling. Close your eyes and feel the sensations.”
Castiel could feel everything his brother was telling him. He relaxed and went
with it, stuffing the wrongness down and away from what he was feeling. Gabriel
had opened his suit pants to get more room. Castiel started to protest until he
saw it was twelve oh one PM. He let out a shaky breath. He opened his eyes and
wrote until the pressure and the sensations changed. He grew concerned.
“Gabriel, something's wrong!” Castiel panted and gripped the desk with both
hands, pressing against the chair back. His hips were moving on their own,
pushing against his brother’s hand.
“Nothing’s wrong, this is what is supposed to happen, just breathe deep and
slow.” Gabriel whispered softly. He grasped Castiel's balls, giving them a
gentle squeeze and a slight tug.
“It’s too much! I can’t -”
The pressure was nearly overwhelmin, he cried out into Gabriel's hand which was
now covering his mouth, as he felt a release, the build up gone. He felt good
and a bit light. What he saw scared him.
“What happened? What is that?” he panted as he stared at his crotch.
Gabriel held up his hand and showed Castiel the thick white substance that
covered it and the front of his desk.
“These are old congested words. These were caught up in your body and needed to
come out,” Gabriel explained, his expression was strange and his words were
raspy. “Whenever you feel that way again, you do that or I'll help.”
Soon after that, two days actually, Gabriel was again pumping Castiel's penis
to help him. His older brother had seen him writing frantically in his notebook
out by the herb garden, his off hand pressed to his crotch. Gabriel didn't say
a word, just shoved his hand down Castiel's sweatpants and started. It was the
same as before, unbearable pressure, pleasurable movements, strong sense of
wrongness, near pain, strange pressure, then like a dam burst forth, the words
would gush out. Gabriel asked him what he had felt and Castiel tried to
explain.
“It's wonderful, like something was suffocating me and now i can breathe.”
Gabriel asked if it felt more like a champagne bottle popping. Was it euphoric
and did it make him feel good all over? Castiel had to tell the truth.
“No Gabriel, but it is good. My mind is not muddled and I can take my time with
the writing.”
Gabriel looked sad and reserved. This caused Castiel to question him.
“What is wrong Gabriel? Why are you sad?”
Gabriel explained that he wanted the experience to be more, like then they rode
on that roller-coaster ride many years ago. That was the first time Castiel
felt the most free in his entire life. He wanted that to last forever. Gabriel
wanted him to feel that rush again.
“That is what I should be feeling?” Castiel was confused and that sparked
words. If he did not stop, he would be congested again.
“Yes, little bro, you should.” He left him alone.
A week later Castiel sought out Gabriel one night after all had gone to bed.
“Help me brother, I can't sleep,” Castiel begged Gabriel in the dark. He had
crawled into bed with him and grabbed his hand.
“I have been writing for hours and I can't stop.” His voice was trembling and
he was crying. Castiel put his brother’s hand down his pants. “I have tried to
do what you do, but I can't. It hurts, it hurts all over.”
He was begging clutching at his brother’s pajama top, rubbing Gabriel's hand
into his crotch. Gabriel shushed him and took control. Soon Castiel was laid
back and panting for a different reason. Gabriel whispered reassurances in his
brother's ear, telling him he would be okay.
“Next time Cassie you will know what to do. Next it will feel better.”
The next day, Gabriel showed Castiel how to apply lotion to his hand then take
his penis and gently stroke it. Castiel was afraid to do it without a build up
but Gabriel told him he had not gotten it all out the night before. This
information nearly caused a panic before they even began.
“Take it slow, see how you are reacting? See that? No pain, feel the
sensations.” Gabriel kept up the dialog, focusing Castiel, keeping him on task.
He also rubbed his little brother's back to ease those muscles.
Castiel was surprised when it happened. So many words, he was scared but happy
now that he could do this for himself. He thought he had found a way to cure
himself, but that was not the case.
Over the next few months Castiel found himself removing his word congestion
every day. He still had to write but the congestion was still there. He was
becoming very stressed. When he turned fifteen and he was removing word
congestion twice a day. He went back to Gabriel, he had helped him over the
past year when Castiel needed him.
“Why is it not working? The pressure builds and I am having to release it twice
a day. What is going on? Why are the words still there?”
Gabriel told him he needed more stimulation and thus more focus.
“The older you get, the more you learn, the more work has to be done to get
your words out. Have you noticed that you are writing more? Do you write and
release at the same time?” Gabriel went on to explain that Castiel needed to
focus on just the release and not write at the same time.
“Also, have you noticed that once you get a set number of pages you are done?
You have gotten the quota out for the day?”
Castiel was confused, this was not what he understood was going on. He rubbed
his crotch and belly, then down his legs because he was not writing and it was
starting.
“I don't know. I suppose -”
“No Castiel, you don't guess with this. Here's what we'll do. Let me take care
of this,” he reached down and rubbed Castiel's bulge. “Then I am going to do
some calculating on your work. Now pull down your pants.”
Gabriel scooted in close to his brother who was now sitting half naked on his
bed and Gabriel wrapped his arm across Castiel's shoulders. Gabriel eased them
down so they were lying on their backs, then took hold of his brother’s penis.
Castiel enjoyed the feel of Gabriel's hand so he did not have to think. He
always had to concentrate too much when he did it himself. He felt the soft
words Gabriel whisper to him on his neck. Then he felt something wet on his
ear. The sensation was nice and took his mind away from the words. The slightly
shocky sensations traveled down his spine. The wetness trailed down his neck
and over to his jaw. He turned to face Gabriel to say something and he felt wet
on his lips.
Castiel's mind tripped, he didn't know what to do and froze. He sat there with
his brother's hand stroking his penis and his lips on his. Gabriel pulled away.
“Relax Cassie, relax. This is to help you. Weren't you focusing on other things
and not the words?”
Castiel tilted his head and whispered yes in amazement, his eyes wide. He
wanted to protest that kissing was for parents or couples but it distracted.
All words fled at the sensations.
“Yes.”
Gabriel leaned in again and kissed him, teasing his brother’s lips open until
they were full on tongue kissing. Gabriel was slow and deliberate, coaxing and
steering his brother into the kiss. Teaching him without words. Castiel caught
on quickly, kissing back with enthusiasm, almost desperation. He needed to be
able to rest.
Castiel moaned into Gabriel's mouth when the words came out this time. He was
clutching onto his brother’s arms, hanging on for dear life. It was a lighter
yet more intense release than any of the other before. He could not believe a
simple change could do so much. Afterward he lay on the bed resting like he had
not on a long time.
A few hours later Gabriel woke him and informed him that one hundred pages was
all he needed to satisfy the words.
“Do that and you should be good. Rest will come. I will help if you need me.”
No one understood him like Gabriel. He was thankful everyday. All Gabriel asked
was for him to focus on himself. All he wanted to do was help. He never could
explain to the others what was happening. His parents worried and continued to
take him to doctors. His sister Anna worried. Castiel tried to talk to her, but
she muddled things and confused him.
One night when the others were away, Castiel was lying in his bed naked with
Gabriel. They were kissing and while Gabriel stroked Castiel. Gabriel insisted
that the kissing focused Castiel to that he was able to loosen and release more
and more words. Castiel deferred to his older brother because he needed some
form a of relief. The build up would be so intense that he ached.
They had been doing this for about two months and Castiel had been the most
stable in years. He was able to participate with the family at mealtime. He was
able to play cards with his siblings. He could go for a walk outside and just
watch the bees, butterflies, and flowers for about an hour now. Castiel would
not even know he had such a buildup until Gabriel would come to him. He was so
intent on his writing that he must have missed the clues. But Gabriel always
knew, he saw the clues, he would come to Castiel while he was writing and start
kissing or rubbing his shoulders or both. Castiel's body always reacted so he
was forever grateful his brother was watching out for him.
Gabriel had just come in during a particularly intense writing session,
stopping him with a shoulder rub. Castiel rolled his shoulders feeling the
muscles ease under Gabriel's expert hands. He leaned his head back and his
older brother kissed him. Castiel felt his penis become erect. Yet again,
Gabriel knew. Castiel dropped his pencil and turned in his seat. His mind that
had been stormy with words slowed down. Gabriel guided him toward his bed.
Castiel slipped off his pants and shirt. He did not liked to be clothed during
these sessions.
“Hey, Cassie,” Gabriel knelt down in front of him. “Why are you crying?”
Castiel wiped his face with his shaking hands and frowned. He had not known he
was, this was new. He took a ragged breath.
“It's so intense lately. I got rid of congestion this morning right when I
woke. Then after lunch. And again,” he glanced at the clock, “Just over an hour
ago.”
His voice shook. Castiel thought he was getting better. Gabriel hugged him
close and whispered in his ear.
“I'm going to do something different today little brother. You need
consistency, but you also need some change.”
Castiel leaned back on his hands as instructed. He watched as his brother did
not get undressed as usual, but remain on his knees. Castiel was about to take
hold when Gabriel grasped his penis at the base and held his balls gently with
his other hand. Castiel's eyes went wide when Gabriel stuck out his tongue and
licked him. Jolts of electricity shot through his body. He was mesmerized by
his brother's mouth. His balls were licked and sucked causing him to fall back
on the bed. He felt the wet, hot tongue lick up and down, around, and over. The
biggest sensations came when Gabriel put his mouth over the head of his penis.
Castiel was moaning, huffing, and panting. This was so intense, so much more
than anything else they did.
Castiel raised up again in time to see Gabriel lower his head down. Castiel
whimpered and tried to thrust up into the invitation mouth. Gabriel was moving
his hand in time with his mouth. He could not help it, his moans were vibrating
out of him.
“Gabriel,” he gasped. His brother looked up at him, not breaking rhythm, them
hummed.
Castiel clutched the bed clothes so tight his knuckles were white. He could not
stop it and did not want too. This was too much, yet not enough. He grabbed
that auburn hair and rode his mouth until he came with a growl. He collapsed,
spent and utterly spent. He had finally ridden the roller coaster.
***** Gabriel *****
Chapter Summary
     Gabriel's point of view of how he is helping his brother and coping.
     Some background of how they got to where they are today.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Overwhelmed
Gabriel
Gabe did not mean to take advantage of his younger brother. He saw distress and
wanted to help. He did not fully understand what was going on with Castiel, but
he knew male bodies. He was strangely aroused at the possibility of being with
another male, then almost grossed out at the fact he was touching his brother’s
dick. But touch he did and wow did it go straight to his groin. He had gotten
so hard and he nearly came with Castiel.
He justified his actions with the fact that Castiel needed extra help. Castiel
had not been in a normal school since he was ten, thus had not had the
interaction with boys his age in over four years. Their parents had pulled him
after Michael, their eldest, had left for college. They pulled Gabe and Anna
the following year when Luc went to college. Now they were all taught by tutors
and Castiel was carted off to doctors. Gabe and Anna still got to see friends
and sometimes attend school functions, but Castiel was usually caught up on his
own world, writing and writing.
Gabe had watched a normal, happy child grow into a neurotic teen with what Gabe
could only describe as severe OCD. He remembered them playing as children with
their sister Anna. It would always seem like Castiel had a pencil and paper
with him and he would write. Anytime they had to have documents or school work
or menus or what have you for their pretend play, Castiel was the one to do it.
Gabe guessed it happened so gradual that none of the adults noticed, but he and
Anna noticed. Every year Castiel was a little more intense, more insistent,
doing more writing than playing.
Now Gabe was jerking his younger brother off once a week. He ignored the times
he had instigated it himself. But he had taken the time to show Castiel how to
do it himself and he seemed like he picked it up fast. Gabe had told himself he
would not do it anymore, but when Castiel would come to him in such distress,
he could not say no. What bothered him the most was the fact that when Castiel
came it was not an orasamic experience but just an ejaculation. Castiel was
happy and he could stop writing and sleep, he guessed that counted as
something.
At the moment he was talking with Anna about their baby brother. They were
sitting on her bed trying to solve his issues.
“He seems to be getting better,” Anna said with a hopeful tone.
“Yes, he has been able to rest more, relax,” Gabe offered.
“Maybe puberty is helping curb his OCD.” She was of the same mind as her older
brother on what exactly was wrong with Castiel. She had witnessed it too.
Gabe felt guilty. He had to tell someone and their parents or their priest were
out of the question. He hoped Anna would understand. He took a deep breath and
started.
“It is but not as well as you think.” He saw the questions in her eyes. “You
know what happens to a boy when he goes through puberty. You’ve taken health?”
“Yes Gabe I know, gah! I am not an idiot. I've seen you often enough.” Anna
roller her eyes at her older brother.
“I know it's just... Anyway, he’s been getting boners-”
“Gabriel!”
“Anna. I am not trying to be crude here. Cassie’s been getting boners and he
thinks they’re physical manifestations of his ‘word’ issue.” He looked at her
pointedly, surely she got that.
“Okay. He has never had those before and since he is isolated he does not know
what is going on. It's not like he has time to even watch TV or anything. I am
guessing he has not had a health class yet? Did you explain to him what was
happening?”
Gabe had the decency to look guilty and apologetic. He looked away and
continued.
“I helped him out in a different way.”
When Anna did not say anything, Gabe chanced a look. He saw realization then
horror color her features.
“Before you pass judgment, hear me out. Cassie didn’t know what was going on. I
had to take matters into my own hands. Sorry. I helped him, instructed him, on
how to ‘relieve the pressure’ as he puts it. He didn't know what to do and he
was starting to panic.”
“Alright but how is that helping him? If he believes it's for ‘relieving
pressure’ and not normal teenage puberty, what good is it doing?”
Gabe tried his hardest not to roll his eyes. He knew it was helping Castiel. He
omitted the part where it was helping him get his rocks off as well. Every time
he jerked off Castiel, he went and jerked himself off and wow it was intense.
Much more satisfying than any prono assistance. Different than with Anna.
“It's actually helping him sleep. He gets a reprieve from writing and he does
not have to take sleeping pills. He told me he hasn’t had to take one in
months. I also convinced him that he has a quota to write and when he gets
there he can stop. So far that is working, somewhat. I am hoping maybe it can
get him focused on other things so maybe he can live a normal-er life.”
Anna looked thoughtful. She leaned against her brother and laid her head on his
shoulder.
“I hope you are right. He never looks like he is really enjoying what he is
writing. Not like when we were kids. I remember his stories, so fanciful and
imaginative. I would be whisked away to another world. Have you read his stuff
lately? It's dreadful. Details about anything and everything. It's a desperate
plea for help.”
“I know Anna. I know.”
Gabe had his arm around his sister and he rubbed her shoulder. He gave her a
soft squeeze, kissed the top of her head, then laid his head on hers. He knew
better than to do more. They sat like that, caught up in their own thoughts,
until the sun went down and it was time for supper.
“Let me go get Cassie and we'll meet you there in twenty minutes?”
Anna left as Gabe made his way to Castiel's room. He found him exactly where he
always was, except he was writing with his left hand. Gabe had noticed Castiel
had taken to switching hands throughout the day. So he came up behind him and
started kissing his neck. Gabe knew this would distract and cause the reaction
he wanted. Not a minute later he had his brother on the bed with his lips
locked on Castiel’s mouth and his hand in his sweatpants. He stroked him slow
then fast, playful nipping his lips. Castiel was trying to keep their kiss
engaged but Gabe was not feeling it. After talking with Anna he wanted to make
his brother feel good. He also wanted to feel good.
“It's dinner time in seventeen minutes. We need to finish this and go eat.
Don't you want to take a break?”
Castiel was panting and thrusting into his brother's hand. Gabe loved the feel
of his brother's stuff dick. He hated to admit it, but Cassie’s was bigger. A
few times lately, Gabe toyed with the idea of sucking him off, but decided to
wait, there was not enough time.
“I can if you will move faster Gabriel.”
Gabe loved it when Cas talked. Castiel's voice was getting deeper, far more
than his and Castiel's was more raspy and gruff. Of course that may be because
he was in the middle of a hand job.
Gabe kissed him deep and slow, drawing out the strokes and making him work for
it. Castiel was going to have a good one tonight. Right before he came Gabe was
sure he heard a gasp, but forgot about it when Castiel moaned into his mouth.
It was so delicious, Gabe did come in his jeans that time.
After supper Castiel went to bed. Gabe was happy because that meant his younger
brother would sleep until morning. It was much later in the night that he was
confronted in his bedroom by a very angry Anna.
“You bastard!”
Gabe grabbed his sister's wrist as she went to slap him. They struggled until
he had her back to his chest and had both wrists in his hands.
“Are you taking advantage of Cassie? Are you!?”
“Anna! Calm down. I can't talk to you like this. You're not listening.”
Gabe eased his grip when he noticed his sister relaxing a bit, though he did
not let go.
“Now what is this about?”
“I saw you, I saw the look on your face. I saw you kissing him. What the fuck
was that? Because that was NOT just ‘relieving pressure’.” Anna had hurt in her
voice. She was panting with effort to calm down. Gabe could feel her heart
pounding in her chest.
“Anna Banana. What you saw was me taking care of our brother. I had to escalate
things because a simple hand job was not cutting it.”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“He has been taking care of himself mostly. But he came to me a few months ago
and begged for my help. He said it wasn't working. I took a chance and told him
kissing would focus his mind. It worked.”
“But he does not understand! He thinks it's just releasing his words. He does
not get that it's sex, does he?” Anna was emoting fear and confusion and hurt.
Gabe saw the tears on her cheeks when he turned her around in his arms. He kept
his arms around her trying to reassure her what he was doing was good.
“I know that, but what was I supposed to do? I didn't want him hurting any
more. You didn't see his face or hear his voice. Cassie was breaking.”
“Why? Why him?” Anna buried her face in her brother’s chest. She clutched at
him needed comfort.
“I don't know Anna. You saw what I did. You tried what you could. Mom and Dad
have done all they could and keep finding doctors to take him to. They won't
accept it might just be OCD. They refused to get the drugs that might help
him.”
“What?” Anna was aghast. She shook her head, not believing him. “He has his
medication, I have helped him with them.”
It was Gabe’s turn to shake his head. He held Anna out at arm's length so she
could see his face, look into his eyes.
“What he’s taking are sleeping pills and some weak ass anti-anxiety meds. Those
are a just a part of what he needs. I heard our folks talking about it one
night when I needed to ask them if we could go meet Michael and Luc last
month.”
Anna put her hands to her mouth. She remembered that, their older brothers had
spring break and planned a skiing trip. They invited them all to go with them,
but their parents said no.
“They didn't know I heard. They were angry at the doctors wanting to ‘drug up
their son.’ I get where they are coming from, but they have got to come to
terms with what is happening to him.”
Anna had fresh tears in her eyes. She shook her head and pulled Gabe in close.
“I don't want him institutionalized. They will turn him into a vegetable. What
can we do? Can we talk to them?”
“I don't know, Anna. I just don't know.”
He kissed the top of her head, then her cheek, down her neck, and then up to
her lips when she turned her face to his. Slowly they deepened the kiss from
platonic to passionate. Their hands roamed each other, slipping under their
clothes to feel skin.
Gabe removed her nightgown and Anna removed his tee shirt. The press of skin on
skin spurred them on. They were on the bed and Gabe had lost the rest of his
clothes.
“We shouldn't,” Anna breathlessly protested, sucking on her brother’s ear. She
grabbed his dick and started to stroke.
“We need to figure out what to do about Cassie,” Gabe whispered back, kissing
down her neck, trailing to her breasts. At sixteen her breasts were round and
firm, just a bit too large for his hands, he guessed a C cup. He licked and
suckled them causing her to writhe beneath him.
She grabbed his face and brought his lips to hers. They grappled for dominance,
something they had always done. Since their first experimentation to today, it
has not changed. Gabe thought back to their first touches that lead to their
trip to the dark side.
They had not meant to do anything but comfort each other; however, they were so
touch starved since their parents started focusing all their energies on
finding help for their younger brother. Neither one of them blamed Castiel,
they just missed hugs and reassuring pats, comforting arms to sooth their
fears. So they began to give them to each other. Hugs of support, embracing
celebrations, holding hands because they were lonely. Then one night when Anna
was thirteen and Gabe was fourteen, they were particularly distraught that they
let their hands roam and their brotherly/sisterly kisses become more.
They had been out of school for nearly a year and a half. They knew what they
were doing but refused to acknowledge it. Gabe needed and Anna needed. The
stress of keeping up in school, nothing lower than an A was ever acceptable,
and what was happening to their brother drove them to distraction.
Late at night after talking about their mutual woes, they would hug and kiss.
More stressful days lead to longer hugs and lingering kisses. Then one night
while they were kissing Gabe sprouted a boner. It surprised them both. The next
time it happened, he rubbed it against her and she reciprocated, shocking them
both.
“What are we doing?” Anna asked one night, interrupting their activities.
Gabe was annoyed but he saw fear in his sister's eyes. His eyes softened, he
answered in a whisper.
“We are comforting, we are loving.”
“I get wet when we do this. I feel your hard dick against me and your tongue in
my mouth and I am aroused. I can't stop it.”
“Me too, I can't explain it, but I feel the need. We are not hurting each
other. Are we?”
They finished that night physically frustrated and mentally confused. It did
not stop them from doing it again. A few months of that, about two months after
Anna’s fourteenth birthday, lead to hands up skirts and down pants. Anna was
the one to initiate that, feeling curious she shoved her hand in Gabriel's
pajama pants and found his hard dick. He had to instruct her on what to do
because she did not know. She liked it, she would stare at his dick, watching
it grow and throb; he loved it, it was so different from his own hand. Gabe
then found out how to finger a woman and did it to Anna. She also had to
instruct. He knew when she needed that particular distraction. Gabe had gotten
good art reading his sister's moods.
Gabe was the first to go down on Anna, she was fifteen and he was sixteen. She
had had a hard day trying to get Castiel to calm down after a horrendous doctor
appointment. She was usually the only one who could. But that day her younger
brother would not be consoled. He fought her claiming she was in on it. She was
reporting to the doctors and their parents. He screamed that no one understood.
“I'm dying and no one cares!”
Gabe found her in tears, sobbing about losing Castiel. Gabe did what he could
to calm her down. When their normal kissing and hand jobs did not work, he took
what he learned from porn and started licking her. At first she protested but
then laid back and enjoyed it. She came so beautifully he did not mind he had
to jerk himself off.
They ended up going down on each other a few times a month. Gabe was shocked
that she agreed to suck his dick. She made it clear he was to not touch her.
She was in control and Gabe agreed, much to his delight. They never talked
about it. They just let it happen. Gabe would creep into Anna’s bed or she
would slip into his. Soon they were doing it nearly every night. Anna would
suck off Gabe then he would go down on her. They would lay naked next to each
other afterward, each caught up in their own thoughts. When they had recovered
the visitor would go back to their own bed. This lasted for nearly a year.
When Anna turned sixteen, four months before Gabe was to turn seventeen, Anna
had came to his bed acting very needy.
“I need something to fill the gaping hole that were Castiel used to be. He
won't talk to me. He's disappearing. We're losing him.”
She stared off as usual, kissing Gabe. She had already pulled off her clothes
and striped him of his. Her kisses were long and needy. Anna was on top rubbing
her pussy against his hard dick. Gabe felt her wet heat and thrust against her.
He cupped her breasts, kneading them the raising up to suckle them. So
distracted with everything that he did not realize he had slipped inside her.
He thought her gasps were from his other activities. It wasn't until she
flipped them that he noticed. He wasn't an idiot but he was so into it he
forgot this was his sister.
“FUCK! I'm sorry!” He stopped and tried to pull out.
“Don't.” Anna had wrapped her legs around his. She immobilized her brother.
Gabe stopped and stared at her in the moonlight. Her face was serene and her
eyes were dreamy. He thrust back in and carefully watched her. Anna was moving
with him as he pulled back, but she stopped him before he pulled out all the
way. Her legs urged him back in. Gabe started to fuck her slowly, enjoying the
delicious sensations.
Wow this was better than anything we had ever done before.
They moved together, slow and easy. Both were virgins when it came to
intercourse, even if they were not in any other way. All the blow jobs Gabe had
gotten helped him now that he was actually having penetrative sex. It was
incredible. He thought that sex would feel like getting sucked, but it was
different. The sensations were not the same, still good. He could not put his
finger on it. What he did now was that he could not come inside her. He didn't
want mutant babies with his sister.
They picked up speed, moving with purpose. Anna began fingering herself while
they moved. Gabe moaned. Too good, the sensations were almost too much. He felt
it, the build up, he was going to explode, but he held off. If he learned
anything from reading erotica it was that always let the woman come first. And
when she did it was explosive. Gabe had to pull out halfway through her orgasm,
because he was about to explode himself. He came fast and hard, it was
overwhelmed him. He collapsed beside his sister, face down on the bed. Their
legs were tangled, their skin glistened with sweat.
Gabe felt phenomenal yet weird. What they did was one of the best things he had
ever felt, but guilt was starting to crowd his mind. What had he done? Was it
ever supposed to go this far? Where did he think it would go once they started?
He turned and looked at Anna. She had a complex expression on her face. He
could not read her, however he figured her mind was racing like his was. He
rolled over onto his back. He stared at the ceiling until he felt the bed move.
Anna was on her side, her head propped up on her hand.
“Don't over think it. We both knew this would happen one day. It's up to us to
deal. It felt better than I have ever read. Gabe quiet your thoughts and thank
you for not coming inside me. Get some condoms.”
She left after that, leaving him to his thoughts that he could not shut down.
Gabe laid there thinking about what they had just done. He contemplated the
repercussions of their actions. He compared it to what they had already done.
They were going to Hell and were enjoying the journey.
Chapter End Notes
     Yeah, pretty much a lot of sex situations with brothers and sister.
     If you have gotten this far you know that this is incest and I should
     not have to warn you. Anyway, if you don't like it, please leave. A
     review would be nice, I doubt my writing, however, I understand if
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