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Blindsided Betrayal - Ch. 1

by slyleather

Blindsided Betrayal - CH. 1


I had just flopped my bags down in my room and dropped onto the bed when I heard Seth, my 23-year old cousin, stumble through the door with the rest of my things. "Okay, that's everything." He said.
"Thanks Seth," I replied jumping up off the bed and grabbing my bag with my computer crap in it.
"I'm gonna go order us some pizzas for dinner. Sausage and pepperoni okay?" he asked, pulling out his cell phone and walking across the hall to the bathroom.
"Yeah, and extra cheese." I hollered after him. I heard the door to the bathroom close. I turned around to fully check out my new room. Seth had invited me to live with him upstate. I was more than happy.

My dad had taken a job in Hong Kong and I really didn't want to stop, drop everything I knew and move to Asia with him and mom. Being the only child, and 19, I was attending community college to get my associates degree and when mom and dad had talked to Seth to tell him they were selling the house and moving to Hong Kong, Seth offered to let me live with him so I wouldn't have to quit school and find a place of my own or move with them. Seth's parents had been killed in a skiing accident in Colorado two years ago, he was an only child too and my parents offered to let him live with us after the accident, but he didn't want to.

I was a little nervous about moving in with Seth, I hadn't seen him in over two years, since his parents' funeral, god had he changed. Seth had always been kind of chubby, with long, shabby, hair, acne and was always a bit of a nerd with thick glasses, even though he was older we had always been about the same height, but now he had really changed. When he picked me up at the airport I really didn't recognize him, he had dropped the fat, put on several pounds of muscle and was about two inches taller than me. The long dark curls that he'd had at his parents funeral were gone. His hair was black and very short. Seth had grown some side burns and also allowed his face to have a 5 o'clock shadow on his otherwise smooth and tanned skin. He was wearing jeans and a tight black T-shirt that didn't quite cover up the evidence of a tattoo on his upper left arm, this combined with the black sunglasses and diamond studs in both ears let me know this wasn't the same Seth I'd seen in complete emotional collapse two years ago.

"Kyle, you can put any spare shit in the closed in the den if ya need to." Seth told me as he came out of the bathroom.
"Yeah, thanks." I said back, as he turned an walked down the hall.
"Pizza'll be here in twenty minutes." He hollered back.

When the pizza was delivered Seth threw a few slices on a paper plate and went to his bedroom and closed the door. I took the box and went to my new bedroom and ate while I unpacked. It was the middle of June, so I didn't have to worry about any school for two months. Seth and I had really never had a relationship, so when he invited me to live with him I thought it was only because he didn't have any family left other than me an my parents, but he hadn't spoken ten words to me since picking me up at the airport. I thought it was an odd display from a man who had sounded eager about me living with him when my mom had talked to him six weeks ago.

I had trouble sleeping that night. My first night in my new home, it's hard to get adjusted to living in a new place when your family is on the other side of the world. I got up about 2:00 to use the bathroom. I noticed Seth's bedroom door was cracked and the light was on at the end of the hall as I flipped off the bathroom light and started back to my room. I was curious as to what Seth was doing at 2:00am or figured that he'd probably fell asleep and forgotten to turn the light off. I crept slowly to the door and peeked through the opening trying to see if Seth was asleep on the bed, but I couldn't see. Seth was sitting in his leather chair by the computer. He was sitting there naked with his sunglasses on. I could hear sounds coming from his computer; I assumed it was porn, as his hand was moving up and down on his cock. I blinked my eyes a couple of times just in case I had been mistaken. As he continued to pump his cock to the rhythmic music coming from his computer, Seth turned in his chair slightly and I could see a cigarette dangling from the left side of his mouth. I wondered when he had started smoking. Seth's parents hadn't smoked and neither had mine. His naked body also revealed several more tattoos on his right arm and chest, as well as two shining silver rings hanging from each nipple. Seth stroked his cock soothingly as he took a draw from his cigarette and tilted his head back, shooting the smoke high in the air. I stood there watching for a few more minutes as Seth began to pump harder and harder as the porno sounds from the computer got faster and faster. He drew on his cigarette one last time as his cock shot its load onto the carpet. "Ahhh, fuck." I heard him say as he took another draw on his cigarette and got up from the chair. I quickly turned and hurried back to my room before he noticed my presence. I quickly, but quietly crawled into my bed and turned out the light.

It seemed even harder to fall asleep, give what I had just witnessed, but at some point I did, as I awoke to the sunlight coming through the window and Seth knocking on the door, "Kyle.....Kyle......hey Kyle," Seth called through the door.

"Yeah," I said, as I opened the door and my eyes to the world.

"I'm going for a run, be back in a couple hours," he said as he turned and went down the hall and I heard the front door close. I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand, it was 7:30am. I jumped up and threw on some shorts, t-shirt and my running shoes and ran out the door to join him, but Seth was no where to be seen, so I continued down the road. There were a few houses on this road, but it wasn't a major suburban street. I thought I might run into Seth along the way but never did. As I was running down the road I was admiring the landscape and everything around me, but as I came upon a gray stone one story house an angry pit bull came barreling toward me. I screamed, "Oh, Fuck." And ran faster, but came to a sudden stop when I slipped in the gravel at the edge of his driveway and fell. I thought this huge beast was going to tear me apart when I heard a strong voice, "Down Kane!", I quickly scrambled to my feet and saw a tall muscular man in his early to mid thirties starring at the large pit bull with a stern look of diaproval. I knew the man had to be a biker, he had on jeans underneath his black leather chaps and a black sleeveless T-shirt and leather motorcycle boots.
"Get your goddamn ass back up here!" he growled at the large dog, who had stopped in his tracks at his master's voice and crouched down, clearly knowing he was in trouble. "You okay? He didn't bite you or anything did he?" The man asked. He had a closely trimmed black beard that matched the black stubble of his shaved head.
" Nah, I'm fine." I said, brushing the dust and graved off of me.
"You look like you got a few scrapes there." The man said, looking at my dusty legs "I got a water hose round back and some band aids, you don't want that to get infected."
"Thanks, I appreciate it." I said. The man smiled and motioned for me to follow him. The garage was basically what you would expect, a man's truck, tools and other things, but for a man who dressed and looked like a biker, there was no bike.

"Here ya go." He said, handing me a wet cloth and bottle of rubbing alcohol. I sat down on a work stool and cleaned myself off while he found a box of band aids in the tool chest drawer. "You new around here? Hadn't seen you up an down here before and the only runner on this road is Seth Granger, boy that lives down the road." He handed me the band aids and sat down on a stool across from me.

"Yeah, I know Seth, he's my cousin." I said, as I put two band aids across the cuts on my leg.

"Yeah. You visitin?" He asked as put the band aids back in the tool chest.
"Nah, I just moved in. My parents moved to Hong Kong, sold the house, and Seth told me I could live, since we're the only family each other's got left in the country." I explained.
"Well, welcome to the neighborhood. Name's Cade." He said, sticking his hand out.
"Kyle." I said, shaking his hand.
"Well, enjoy the rest of your run." He said as we walked out of the garage.
"After this I think I just gonna head back. Thanks for helping me out." I told him.
"Anytime." He replied. As I headed down his driveway and turned toward home I could hear him closing the garage door.

When I got back home the door was unlocked and I knew that Seth had beaten me back already. I went into the kitchen and found a bottle of orange juice and noticed through the window over the sink that Seth was sitting on the back patio with the front of his t-shirt pulled behind his neck smoking a cigarette. As I walked out onto the deck and sat down in one of the lawn chairs across the patio table from him he looked as though he hadn't sweat a drop. I, on the other hand felt like crap.
"You have a nice run?" I inquired.
"Nothing spectacular." He replied, taking a draw from his cigarette.
"How long you been back? I left about 10 minutes after you did and didn't see run into you anywhere." I kept prodding of him.
"I guess we went opposite directions. I got back about 20 minutes ago." He informed me.
"Man it's a nice day." I said, trying to simulate conversation from Seth, who seemed annoyed by me even speaking to him.
"Yeah." He said with a significant lack of enthusiasm in his voice. I sat there for a few minutes drinking my orange juice and while Seth propped his feet up on the table and relaxed smoking his cigarette. It was an awkward situation. So I asked a lingering question of mine.
"So, when did you start smoking?" I inquired, trying to unravel the mystery my cousin's 180 degree turn from the guy I'd know my entire life.
"Just something I picked up." He replied, Seth clearly wasn't the conversationalist that he used to be.
"Why would you pick that up?" I continued prodding.
"Cause I felt like I wanted to start smoking. Anymore questions detective?" Seth answered with stern annoyance as he put out his cigarette and got up, grabbing his pack of Marlboro's and lighter and went inside. He never asked about the band aids on my leg or how my run went or anything. Boy my second day at my new home, with the only family I had, not a half a world away, was off to a great start. I went inside to shower before unpacking my things. I saw the basement door close as I headed down the hallway to room, but stopped and turned when I heard it lock from the other side. 'Wow', I thought. Seth clearly didn't want me in the basement. What he had down there I didn't know, but my interest was piqued. I went into by room, opened a box marked 'winter clothes' and started hanging coats and sweatshirts in the closet. About an hour later, hearing a knock at the door I turned stepped back out of the closet to see Seth leaning against the door frame. "I'm going out to a party tonight, wanna come?" Seth asked.

"Sure. What time we leavin?" I asked, excited that I wouldn't be cooped up in this house all night with a guy that didn't like to answer questions.

"Around ten." Seth replied as he turned to leave, but as I turned around to finish hanging my winter coats in the closet Seth popped his head back in door and said, "Oh, and try to wear something cool and.....sexy." Honestly, I was a little offended by that, but Seth just took off toward his room.

I finished unpacking my winter things and grabbed a bite to eat. I had never been out in this area before and wanted to make an impression. I looked through my clothes, but thought a good pair of jeans and a tight black shirt with a silver eagles wings across it would do just fine. Sexy enough, I thought. I sat down on the couch in the living room to wait for Seth. I hadn't really paid much attention to the details of the house, but as I looked at the pictures on the walls and fireplace, I noticed all of the pictures were of Seth, not the old Seth, but pictures of the tattooed and pierced smoker who'd picked me up at the airport. The pictures were poses of Seth lounging on a leather couch with his shirt off, pictures displaying his tattoos and piercings, but nothing of the cousin I'd once known. I kinda wonderin who was this guy and if I'd made a mistake living here. I turned around as Seth came down the hall to see him wearing a similar tight black shirt, but with a red dragon covering it and leather pants with leather motorcycle boots. His shirt was much tighter than mine, so much I could see the outlines of both of his nipple rings, but it was the police style reflector sunglasses that caused me to open my mouth. "It's dark outside, are you sure you can see with sunglasses on?" I asked, thinking it looked a little ridiculous.

"Do you not understand what the words cool and sexy mean?" He replied.
"What's wrong with what I got?" I asked, looking down at my clothes for the night.
"Nothin if you're not planning on getting laid." He said walking past me and getting a pack of cigarettes out of the end table drawer. "Don't worry about it, you look fine." Seth took a cigarette out of the pack and lit it before stuffing the rest of the pack in the pocket of his leather pants. "Ready?" He asked through the Marlboro stuck in the corner of his mouth.

"Yeah, whenever you are." I replied.

We left the house, walking. "Where are we going?" I asked, confused.

"A party down the road. It's not incredibly far, so, thought we'd walk." He replied.

I was starting to get a little frustrated by Seth, the way he talked to me, or didn't, his lack of conversation. Honestly, it was starting to piss me off a little. "Ya know Seth, man I love ya. I really want this to work and you're the only family I got on this side of the world, so, could ya help me man, I mean, I feel like ya been nothing but a dick the whole day and a half since I got here." I said, leveling with him.

"Didn't know you felt that way," He said, "you think I'm being a dick?"

"Yeah," I answered.

"Sorry man, guess I'm not the same guy you remember, huh?" He said.

"Nah, you've changed so much and you look great and you act like everything's great in your life and I'm the fish out of water here." I told him.

"I haven't had someone living with me in the house for a few years and after everything that happened I needed a change in my life" He explained as he took the last draw from his cigarette and flicked it into the ditch, "You and me in the same house after we haven't seen each other in a few years is gonna take some getting used, but hang in there with me and I promise we'll be closer than brothers in no time."

"Okay," I said smiling, as he pulled another cigarette out of the pack in his pocket and lit it and started walking again.

"Ya know, those things are bad for ya." I said as we continued walking down the road.
"Yeah, but they taste so great." Seth came back. Ten minutes later we were at our destination. A couple of trucks were parked in the driveway and there were a couple of motorcycles on the lawn. It was Cade's house. "This is Cade's house, he's a pretty good fella. Has guys over for beer and poker to watch the UFC fights." Seth informed me.

"Yeah, I met him this morning on my run. Well, actually I met Kane before I met Cade." I told him.

"You're lucky then, Kane's one mean mother fucker." Seth informed me.
We walked up to the door could hear the T.V. and men's voices as we waited for the door to open. Seth took a final drag from his cigarette before thumping down in the yard.
"When we get in here just chill out. These are real men, biker guys that could fuck you up if you piss 'em off or fuck with 'em. Just go with the flow, got it?"

"Yeah, sure." I said, thinking what the fuck was Seth getting me into.

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