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Family Traditions	By : tracyfan2 Category: S through Z > Thunderbirds Views: 8363 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Family Traditions
- 2-Ch2: Alan's Fun Begins
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Alan Tracy tried to fight Scott's grasp, but it was no use. Scott, being older than his youngest brother by ten years, was more than able to keep his little brother under control. Scott smacked Alan roughly on the upper side of the cheek. “Dammit, bitch, stay still,” Scott ordered.

“I don't want this, Scott!” Alan responded. Scott ignored his brother's pleas and instead grabbed both of Alan's hands, securing them in handcuffs. Gordon had fought John very much the same way that Alan was fighting Scott now when he had turned eighteen, but now, Gordon was used to it. And Gordon liked it.

It was a tradition that had been carried on for centuries; a tradition that Alan would be made aware of when the time came. But that wasn't now. Scott, now that he had Alan handcuffed, carefully pinned Alan down and secured his mouth with a gag.

It would be fun to see which one of his brothers Alan could confide in when Scott was done with him...

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Back at the Tracy house, Gordon, Virgil, and John sat around the kitchen table. John drank some orange juice from the container nervously before speaking. “So... What do you think Alan will think of Scott?”

“If he knows Scott's plans,” Gordon said, “I think he'll fight him like hell. He clearly is more into girls than guys, but I'm pretty sure Scott will change that.”

“I just want to know which one of us he'll trust,” John said with a grin. “I love this family tradition.”

Gordon snorted, even though he agreed. When the Tracy boys turned eighteen, they had been accepted into their father's many great business pleasures. They had agreed to work for their father's company. That came with no life. But it did come with money and with sex benefits.

When each Tracy brother turned eighteen, they were kidnapped by another Tracy brother – or, in Scott's case, his father – and had been taken far away from the island. The brother had made his less than desirable attentions known beforehand in some way, shape or form. Said brother would then spend a week or so “breaking in” his brother.

When that brother came back, usually devastated and sulking, they would find extra security on the island so they couldn't get away. Gordon had been the only one of his brothers who had been stupid enough to think he could escape and had been seriously punished – something that he had actually enjoyed, much to his surprise.

John had been the one to take him, and he had confided in Scott what happened. Scott had openly mocked him and had punished him the same way John had. Devastated more than ever, Gordon had finally come to Virgil, who had laughed and told him that was the family tradition and that he should enjoy it. It had taken Gordon a bit to come to terms with it. It was incest, after all. But once he did, he thoroughly enjoyed the benefits.

“I'm thinking he'll probably trust you, Gordon.” Virgil grinned.

“I know you think that,” Gordon snorted back. “That's the only reason you didn't let me take him. Wonder what Dad thinks?”

John laughed so hard he actually snorted orange juice up his nose. “Come on, Gordon. You know Dad started this tradition with Scott, and that Scott carried it on... I think Dad is pleased his last little baby boy joined the tradition.”

“Yeah. Well, we know one thing. I don't think Alan will trust Dad. None of us did before.”

Gordon snickered as he left the room.

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Alan lay on his mattress, tears streaming down his face. Why had all this happened? Back at the island, Scott had approached him in his bedroom. Alan had a great eighteenth birthday. The day after, though, Scott had come into Alan's room. He'd locked Alan's door – a move Alan had thought was weird – and had smiled.

Flashback

“You know, Alan, now that you're eighteen,” Scott said, “I think it's time you learned the truth.”

Alan froze. “The truth?” he asked. Alan Tracy was about to learn that sometimes ignorance was bliss when it came to his brothers.

“Yes, Alan.” With that, Scott gently grabbed Alan by the shoulders and forcefully pushed him down to the bed, kissing him. Alan pushed back, much as Scott had anticipated.

“Scott... we're brothers... no... I don't want this...”

Scott ignored Alan and kissed him again. “Shh, baby brother, you'll understand in time...”

“I don't want this...” Alan started to struggle in earnest as Scott pinned him down to the bed. Scott quickly handcuffed his younger brother despite his pleas, and kissed him once more. Alan pulled away, terrified by this new Scott. “Scott...”

“Tsk, tsk, little brother.” Scott kissed his brother once more before he pushed him down to the bed and gently tied a bandanna around his mouth. That was the last thing Alan could remember before something was draped over his eyes and he could no longer see.

End Flashback

What was happening? Alan hoped – sincerely – that something was wrong with Scott. Maybe he was being controlled by the Hood or something? Alan knew that his chances of overpowering Scott were slim, and besides, if Scott wasn't acting of his own free will, Alan didn't want to hurt him. Still Scott had given no indication that he was acting under method of torture or was being controlled.

What had happened to the Scott who would die to protect him?

Alan sighed as he once again tugged unsuccessfully against the wall, where Scott had left him handcuffed. He swallowed hard as Scott came back in the room and shut the door behind him.

“I'm sorry for the handcuffs, Alan,” Scott replied. “But I had to think of some way to get you away from home.”

“Why?” Alan asked, feeling the fear that rushed to his gut. Alan's gag had been removed earlier, he had noticed, along with his blindfold. He had nearly screamed himself raw before realizing that nobody was going to come to his rescue.

“Because,” Scott responded with a shrug. “You'll find out why later. I think you'll even, dare I may say, like it. I'm going to remove your handcuffs for now. There's nowhere for you to go.”

That statement didn't bode well for Alan.

“Now,” Scott said, “strip.”

If there had been any confusion on what Scott had wanted, it had become abundantly clear now. Alan glanced at his brother in shock. “Scott...”

--transition--

“Am I being unclear?” Scott asked. He was nervous about this. This wasn't the first time that he had done this. Heck, he'd taken Virgil. That had certainly been an interesting two weeks. But he was nervous because Alan was the youngest of the family. Still, he was more excited than nervous This was the family tradition, after all.

“N-n-no,” Alan said.

Scott grinned. He could tell that his younger brother was totally and completely innocent. “Then strip... or I'll do it for you.”

Scott grinned. He could tell that his younger brother was totally and completely innocent. “Then strip... or I'll do it for you.”

Alan visibly swallowed at the threat and, shaking, went to remove his shirt. Scott, tired of the waiting, could no longer wait. He moved closer to his younger brother and kissed him on the back of his neck. Alan pulled away. Scott grinned again. He knew that his younger brother would fight this, and he wanted his brother to fight. Gordon would resist him sometimes (at Scott's request), but Scott wanted a real fight.

Tired of waiting, Scott stripped off his brother's shirt. Alan blushed and attempted to pull away. “No,” he whispered. “I don't want this.”

“You will soon enough,” Scott assured his younger brother. “Don't make me get out the handcuffs.”

Alan whimpered as Scott down his jeans. “Scott, please stop. What would Dad say?”

The mention of family only served as a reminder of how much everyone was counting on him. “Alan, you will do as I say. I have my reasons for this. You will understand them later.” With that, Scott brought a knife out of pocket of his pants. “You don't want me to hurt Gordon, do you?”

At the mention of his older brother, Alan froze. Something was clearly wrong. Scott would never hurt one of his brothers. Alan decided to play along now. If nothing else, it would ensure he lived to see tomorrow. He lowered his head and allowed Scott to take off his pants. If he had had any doubt where this was going, he did not now.

“Now, the real fun begins.” Scott knew that this would be where the action started. He couldn't wait. “This is where I take you,” he said, fondling Alan's crotch as he kissed Alan on the neck.
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