Brahms

Chapter 1

Sage's POV

"Brahms, it's time for lunch!" I finished setting the plates with chicken alfredo and setting them on the table. I hear banging through the walls as I knew Brahms was coming down. I didn't hear anything so I turned around and saw Brahms standing in the doorway that enters the kitchen. "Hurry and sit, Brahms. Your food will get cold." I poured water into two glasses and set them on the table. I sat down and started to eat. I could tell there was something wrong with Brahms. He started playing with his food instead of eating it. I finished the bite I had in my mouth and looked at the tall male, "What's wrong, Brahms?" He looked up at me and then back to his food. I put my hand on his so he would put his fork down. "Brahms, talk to me."

He spoke in his child voice, "I...I went to the river and the neighbors were in the water. They started yelling at me and calling me a freak." I could tell Brahms was very upset by the encounter. "It's okay, baby. Tell me before you go down there so I can go with you." I put some of my food into my mouth as I heard Brahms speak under his breath. I looked at him as he sat there with his hands in his lap. "What did you say?" Brahms abruptly stood up from his chair, making the chair fall back. "I don't want you to go with me everywhere I go!" Brahms used his regular voice when he spoke. My eyes went wide and Brahms knew what he did. I stood up, "Brahms, go to your room right now! Due to your outburst, we will not be listening to music or have a bedtime story tonight!"

Brahms knew what he did and went to his room. I sat down and took a deep breath. He doesn't usually have outbursts unless he has been thinking about a lot of stressful things. I put his food in a tupperware container then into the fridge. I had lost my appetite so I put mine in the fridge as well and made a cup of tea. I went to the living room and sat on the bay window with my cup of tea and a book I have been reading for a while. Brahms knows when he is ready to apologize. After about an hour, I had two cups of tea, I finished the book I was reading, then started another.

I heard banging through the walls and I knew Brahms decided to come down and apologize. I heard his loud feet hitting the kitchen floor as he came close to me. I put my book down and stood up to face him. He came over to me and got on his knees. He wrapped his arms around my waist and sobbed slightly and spoke in his child voice "I'm sorry, Mommy...I didn't mean to yell." I rubbed my hands through Brahms' hair. We stayed like that for a few minutes before I spoke, "What has been bothering you, Brahms? You don't usually have tantrums unless you are stressed." I could feel Brahms' hands start to caress the back of my thighs.

"You know that if you tell me, you will feel better." I said. Brahms stayed quiet for a second as he continued to caress the back of my thighs. Brahms looked up at me as his head laid on my stomach, "The people at the river...they didn't have clothes on. One of the girls called me a pervert. Mommy, can I ask you something?" I smiled at Brahms' innocence, "Of course."

"Does everyone look the same under their clothes?" His child voice has convinced me that he hasn't seen or done anything sexual his whole life, "What do you mean? You're 29 years old Brahms, you should know all of this by now." He looked at me confused and now I definitely knew he had no idea what I was talking about. I felt Brahms hands crawl up to my ass and squeeze. I smacked his hands away and pulled away from him, "Brahms, how are you going to stand here and say you don't know anything of the sorts of bodies and here you are touching me!" I crossed my arms as he stood up. "I'm sorry, Mommy. I don't know what's happening to me! I just keep thinking about you and I get hard and it hurts. I don't know what to do."

I sighed before I walked over to Brahms and grabbed his hand. I pulled him towards the couch and sat him down. "Brahms, you need to listen to everything I say since you were never told when you were younger." I gave Brahms the birds and the bees talk and told him as much as I knew about the human body. He listened and nodded throughout the conversation. "That's all you have to know." I said as I leaned back in the chair I was sitting in. Brahms came up to me and leaned over me. He got close to my face, "What if I'm not gay, but I want to receive it."

"Then a woman can use a strap-on, dildo, or her own fingers to please you." I said to him. He got a few inches from my face, "What if I want to receive it from...you." I was shocked for a second. I gently pushed Brahms away from my face and stood up. I spoke as I took my mug to the kitchen sink, "Brahms, no. We can't do that." I started to wash the mug as Brahms followed me. He wrapped his large arms around my waist as I finished washing the mug. Brahms rubbed his hands up my thighs, to my stomach, and grabbed my breasts. I smacked his hands, "Brahms...do you really want to do this? Once we do this, it might change everything."

"Yes Mommy, I want to do this." He spoke into my ear in his regular voice. I took a deep breath as I washed off the mug and set it in the drying rack. "Fine, go sit on the couch." I followed him into the living room and watched him sit on the couch. I took his shoes, pants, and boxers off. He sat on the couch half-naked. His half hard erection poked out from under his shirt. "Lay down on the couch for me and prop one leg up on the back of the couch." He did as I said. I sat down in front of his legs so I had his whole intimate area in view. I couldn't see his hole in the position I was in so I held up one of his legs. I could feel him try to go against me moving it.

He grabbed a pillow and covered his eyes. "Do you want me to stop?" I asked him. He used his child voice to answer me, "No, I'm just...nervous."