Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2022 05:12:56 +0000 From: Art Subject: Adjusting My Brothers' Attitude Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org Remember, this story is fiction. The author does not condone or condemn the action. Twin brothers, fourteen, use homophobic slurs against a long-time friend. Learn how their lives change. Adjusting My Brothers' Attitude C-1 "Want to play more "Call of Duty?" My boyfriend Max asked. We were laying side by side on my bed idly staring at each other. "Nah, I'm worn out from that game after you beat me twice today. We gotta do something, though. How about we jack off?" "You always want to jack off or watch porn, Ty. Don't you ever give your cock a rest?" "You know you like when we mess around. Max." "Too hot out. Turn the air up." Max lay inches from me. I enjoyed looking at his freckled face. I had kissed and licked every inch when we made out. Max was usually ready for anything sexual. When passion and hormones ruled, we did everything two guys could possibly do with each other. Max had been my best bud forever. We had explored every part of each other, our bodies and our lust. I loved how he whimpered when he lost himself in his lust, a lust I brought on. My whimpers and moans mixed with his as we enjoyed full-on sex. "Get your mind off my body, Tyler. We ain't doing it today, no way, no how. It's too hot. We'd get too sweaty. Turn up the air." Max knew where my mind went when I stared at him, as I was doing now. "You like us, sweaty. Remember how you told me you like us that way when we get turned on? Makes us slippery as we grind against each other. If I turn up the air, will you do something?" "No. You are such a horn dog, Ty. Speaking of which, where is that horn dog brother of yours?" "Derek? He is over at Kenzie's. Her parents are away for a few. He's shacking with her, playing house. I hope he remembers to be safe. We don't need babies running around. Derek would make us baby sit." Shit. Not me. He's your brother. I ain't changing Poopy diapers. They make those kids; they change their own kid's diapers. Hey, he's supposed to be watching you with your parents away for two weeks. Why is he over at Kenzie's? How often do you think they do it each day?" "I don't think about them. I think of you. Kiss me, then I'll leave you alone." "No, you won't. You will try to take it farther, not now. Too hot." "Take your clothes off. Get naked. Let's watch some porn. You know what we like, two guys, one tied at the mercy of the other." "Too much effort, Ty." "Speaking of effort. Where's your brothers?" "Sheesh, Ty. Probably hanging with your brother. You know, circle jerking. "How are Jordie and Pat? They haven't been around lately" "They will be over later. I'm watching them like you are watching Evan." "Sucks for us. Our parents bail. Derek bails. We get stuck watching three fourteen-year-olds. Let's have sex before they interrupt our fun." "No, Ty. I like us together and doing stuff. I enjoy what we do, lots. Just not now." "Poor baby. Does the widdle boy have a headache?" Max said, "Jerk." He pushed me. I pushed him back when I heard footsteps in the hall and Evan stuck his head in the room. He had a sad face. "What are you two homos doing now? Can I watch, see how my brother and his bud screw?" "You are so out of line. Go to your room." I meant that in jest. Evan turned and left. No argument. I wondered. "Hey Evan, where are Jordie and Pat? I thought they were hanging with you?" "Your brothers," Evan choked and turned his face into a frown. I sensed something off. He turned for his room. "Hang on. Max. Don't beat off while I'm gone. Gotta talk to Evan. Something's not right." "Want help?" I shook my head and walked over to Evan's room. He was sitting on his bed, head in his hands. I sat next to him, putting my arm around his shoulder. He did not pull away, so I squeezed him tighter. I was quiet, letting my brother's breathing and mine mix. After a time, I said. Want to tell me about it? Evan sat silently for the longest time before turning to look at me. His eyes were red. My heart broke at the sight of my younger brother with hurt written all over his face. I pulled him closer with my left arm and held his head on my shoulder with my right hand. Evan started crying. I sensed Max at the door. I turned to see his face, a mask of hurt. Evan spoke in between sobs. Ty. Oh, Ty." I pulled Evan closer, now brushing my lips over his neck as I made shushing noises. Max moved to sit on Evan's other side. We said nothing, just held Evan, letting him cry. Max and I stared over Evan's head, rolling our eyes at each other, trying to figure out what had happened. Evan sobbed, "I ain't no F'ing queer. I ain't a faggot. Them's awful words. I like guys, sure. I like them sexually. They turn me on. I know the difference between faggot and gay." "Who called you those names, Ev?" My brother needed my support. I looked at Max. He looked as puzzled as I was. Evan continued to cry. "I can't tell you. I can't." His crying slowed. He said something unexpected. "Ty, I'm sorry. I've seen you and Max. You know, doing stuff. You don't close your door all the way when you think you two are alone. I'm sorry. I watch you. You know. I don't mean to look. It's just you two look like what you are doing is wonderful. You really care for each other. I want that." Evan began crying more. Max hugged my brother. "Evan. Ty and I love you. You shouldn't spy on us. I wish you wouldn't. What we do is private. But I'm not mad." "Me neither. Maybe come in and sit and watch next time." I told my brother. Max growled. "Now you want an audience. You becoming an exhibitionist?" Evan asked, "What's that mean?" I told him. "Now, fair's fair. I told you something. You tell me something." Evan looked pointedly at my lover and shook his head. "No. Not with Max here." "Why not?" Max asked. Then, I saw a light come on in his eyes. "Those little shits. I'll kill them. My brothers called you those names. I'll wring their necks. How dare they? You three have been friends almost as long as me and your brother." Evan cried more. "I knew you two did stuff. I thought Jordie and Pat would do it too. This afternoon, we were having a pop. I asked them if they jacked off. Pat told me to mind my own business. I was going to, when Jordie asked me if I was a faggot wanting to do that stuff with guys. I should have kept my mouth shut. I didn't. You always say I should know when to shut up. I told both of them to take a flying leap and land on each other's dicks. After that, they called me those names. I left." "Wait here. I'll be back." Max told us. The look on his face was scary. Now I knew my boyfriend had a wild streak from some of the crazy stuff we did outside our homes. No bad stuff. He could get carried away, at times. Ten minutes later, I heard shouting. "Get your sorry butts upstairs. I don't give a crap what you want. You don't treat a lifelong friend that way. Nor do you call him names like you did." Max pushed the two into twins into Evan's room. "Apologize to Evan." "He's a faggot, Pat said." "Watch that word." Max said. "He wanted to have us jack off with him. Jordan said." The twins were shorter and lighter than Max. Even smaller than Evan. I saw how Max could easily intimidate his brothers. "All boys jerk off. Lots of times with another boy." It'd no biggie. "Get real, you two." "Boys can't. It ain't natural. Boys need girls." Max looked at us as if Pat had spoken nonsense. "Did you hear my brother? What a weirdo. Boys and boys together, not natural?" He turned his attention to look at both of his brothers. "What is true is everyone has a choice. You two apologize to Evan or else suffer the consequences." "Yeah? What consequences? You don't have the balls to do anything." Jordan sneered at Max. Pat took up the chant. "What you gonna do, big brother? You might be bigger and stronger, but you won't do anything. No guts." I knew the look that darkened Max's face, like he had a bit of information he was about to reveal. I saw that look when he went after bullies in the school halls. This time, the look was calculating. I had the feeling Jordan and Patrick were in for a world of hurt. With a smooth voice, like talking to a child, Max began. "Remember last Easter break, at the end, when school was reopening, what happened to two little sixth-grade boys?" "Yeah," Jordan said. "Someone pantsed them, tied them front to front, then tied them to the flagpole at the entrance to school. I heard they were totally freaked and bawling when a teacher found them and untied them." "More than that. Their parents had to take them to counselors. The administration still wants to find out who did that." "Yeah. That's tough for them. I heard they were faggots. Got caught fooling around in the shower. They got what they deserved. Faggots." Max looked at Jordon. "How did you two get to be so cruel? "Just calling it like it is, big brother." Max looked at me and at Evan. Then, turning his attention to the twins, he asked. "Would you know anything about what happened?" Both twins looked at each other before laughing. "Well, Ty, I guess that's their answer. Patrick, Jordan, were you aware a video exists showing who tied those little kids? Did you know you can clearly see their faces in the video?" "No way. They wore masks." "Shut-up Pat." Jordan punched his twin. "Does not matter. I have a video showing the two of you walking away from those kids and you were laughing. You removed your masks as you walked up the school entrance steps." "Who? How did they take the video?" I have a friend. She got to school early. She looked out the second-floor window and saw what happened. She was going to hand over the video to the administration. Then she saw you two as you removed your masks. She gave me the video. I couldn't turn it in. You two would go to Juvie." "Max, you are so full of it." Max placed his phone in his hand, pointing it at the twins. "Watch." There are backup copies. I should let mom and dad deal with you. They would ground you until you are too old to remember. I don't think they would want to see their twins, who they think can do no wrong, go to Juvie. Then again, who can tell?" Evan watched his former friend's faces go from feisty to ashen, scared. At the end, they turned to Evan. "We are sorry we called you a faggot, Ev. Forgive us." Evan seemed to be uncertain. Before he spoke, Max said. "Not good enough, bros. An apology won't hack it. Evan deserves a better response." "What kind of response, Max? Pat asked? "One that fits the crime and has you change your minds about what makes a faggot. Remember, you do what I tell you for the next five days. Parents will not be home for seven." "What we gotta do, Max? Pat's bluster was gone from his voice. His brother echoed Pat's words. "Well, first." He leaned into Evan's ear and whispered something. Evan looked puzzled, but nodded and left. "I brought two gallons of water in here before you came over. Both of you take a big drink. Then take off every stitch or clothing. Everything, including socks." "What about our boxers?" "Everything, Jordan. Naked as you were going to shower." Max leaned over and told me. Get the scissors and shaving stuff. Don't bring it in her yet." As I went to get the stuff, Evan was nearing the room. I saw the clothesline and the big, blue tarp he carried. I nodded at my brother, who went into the bedroom where the twins were now naked. Hope you are enjoying this story. C-2 become more intense if mild BDSM is to your liking. Comments and suggestions at: acgib1943@protonmail.com Please keep this site alive by donating to Nifty. http://donate.nifty.org