Silence pressed down on the room like a heavy blanket. The only sound that could be heard through the rest of the house was the lazy ticking of the old clock that none of the boys wanted to get rid of. Darry lay on his bed staring at the ceiling, even though it was long after when he should be asleep. Yet he was waiting for something specific, even though it made him feel like a freak. It didn't take much longer when he started hearing what he was waiting for.
The moans were low and barely there, yet there were there all the same.
Biting his lip softly, Darry slid his hand into his pajama bottoms and grabbed his hardening cock. As he stroked it, he couldn't help but imagine what was going on in the other room. The moans were coming from Ponyboy, so that either meant Soda was sucking or fucking him. It didn't take long for the sound of his little brothers moans to get him off. Once he cleaned up with an old towel he kept around just for that purpose, he rolled over and started to think about the odd turn of events that had been going on in the house lately.
Pony and Soda had some sort of relationship going on. When Darry had accidentally found out one night he was ready to strangle both of them.
He had fallen asleep early, but like always when he fell asleep that early, he had woken up in the middle of the night. He had walked quietly and was just about to pass Soda and Pony's room when he heard Soda moan. At first he had almost snickered that Soda was having one of THOSE dreams. However when he peeked in the room his heart had nearly stopped at what he saw. Pony was between Soda's legs with his cock in Pony's mouth. He had leaned softly against the wall, his vision red around the edge's. How the fuck could they do this? Didn't they even care about what he had gone through to keep them all together. Quietly he went back to his room and re-came out with a bang of his door. When he walked by their room and looked in they were laying away from each other facing away from each other.
For the next few days, he kept a close watch on the two of them. There were quite a few signs that he never saw, but now that he knew, it was like the lights of Vegas. Almost a week after that night, another night of waking up early he heard the moans again. Getting up to go crack their heads together, he was right out side the door when he heard Soda start talking.
"You need to be quiet, you know that right, baby?"
"I can't help it, you feel so good,"
There was the sound of a kiss.
"I love you," Soda said, in such a way that took Darry's breath away.
"I love you too,"
Wiping his eyes, he made his way back to his room and laid down. There was so much love and adoration in the way they talked, that he couldn't break that apart. He still wasn't happy about it, but he wouldn't break them apart.
That was almost a month ago and that's when things started getting very weird. Darry had woken up in the middle of the night, from a nightmare. As he laid there trying to make the demon's of his own self conscious go away, he heard Pony and Soda going at it again.
Darry groaned and rolled over trying to ignore it, but as it continued to go on, he realized that he was holding his breath between moans. Shifting he strained to hear, now Soda, moaning and he realized he was getting hard. Refusing to even give into what his body was telling him, he wanted he rolled over and stuffed his head under a pillow. It wasn't long after that he lifted his head and listened again, subconsciously humping the bed. Realizing that the problem wasn't going to go away, he started touching himself. That was the first night that he masterbated to his brothers moans. It was also the first night he started feeling something else, something he denied for a while but never did go away.
He was starting to fall in love with his brothers.