Date: Thu, 27 Mar 2014 14:05:21 -0600
From: Durriken Homewood <rainbowshadows@gmail.com>
Subject: Beneath the Sycamore, Chapter 5

Beneath the Sycamore Chapter 5
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   -Chapter 5-

   Jeremy ended the call to his parents, sliding his thumb over the
telephone buttons by feel alone, depressing the one marked by a red
disconnect icon, and sank into his desk chair. The weight of the device
felt heavier in his hand, as though it had absorbed the conversation in
addition to relaying it, soaking in the fear he had been unable to contain
and the irritation from his parents' side at having been disturbed. Aaron
was right about them not wanting to come home, but he could never have
guessed at how callous their response would have been.

   "You guys are both old enough to deal with it," their Mother had said,
her voice leaving a friction burn inside Jeremy's ear. "Act your age, and
tell your brother to do the same. We'll call when we're not busy."

   It wasn't uncommon for his Mom and Dad to give them the kind of
self-sufficient authority required to deal with problems that might be
better handled by an adult, and Jeremy was used to being told to deal with
his own issues, but what he had really wanted--what he needed from
them--was comfort. Someone telling him he was safe, and that everything
would be okay. It hurt that his parents had not given him that, leaving him
with the sensation of his skin being sanded off; his childhood at an end.

   If that was the case, he decided, if he was no longer a child, then his
parents lost the right to be his boss, to tell him what he could and could
not do.

   He turned to face the computer, setting the house phone aside, and keyed
in the commands that would remove the net-nanny program from his hard
drive.

   His friend, Dane, had showed him how to do it the last time he had
visited. Guilt had kept Jeremy from performing the task, and fear of his
parents' wrath had almost wiped the desire to do so from his being. Now, it
was one of the simplest operations he had ever come across, and within a
quarter of an hour, the program was disabled, and the whole of the internet
was opened up for his survey.

   The thud of his bedroom door swinging shut distracted him from going any
further than opening a web browser. Aaron was behind him an instant later,
his large hands slipping down Jeremy's naked chest, his touch warm and
welcomed. He closed his eyes, letting his head recline against his
brother's toned belly, and then turned a cheek to brush against his skin,
inhaling the fragrance of him.

   This was what he wanted. All the peace, all the relaxation in the world
could be found there in the pressing of his body to Aaron's; in the
mingling of flesh and the sharing of pleasure. He wrapped his arms around
his big brother, linking his fingers at the crest of Aaron's hip. Through
some sort of subtle awareness, he felt Aaron's cock inflate beneath his
pajama bottoms, and he remembered sensation of his brother's fist pumping
against his lips, his delicious nectar spilling onto his outstretched
tongue.

   Aaron lifted a hand to Jeremy's head, combing his fingers through his
hair in a gentle, brotherly manner.

   "Mom and Dad okay with Luke staying?"

   Jeremy nodded and moved to face Aaron, opening his eyes. He was so
beautiful, so sexy just standing there! Jeremy's heart swelled with his
fevered desire for him, and he pressed his lips to Aaron's navel, slipping
his tongue into the shallow fold of flesh, praying that the contact would
transmit his affection to the core of Aaron's being. He felt his brothers
prick flex, pushing against his Adam's apple.

   It was wrong that Aaron's dick, so glorious and exquisite, had to remain
covered up all the time! He tucked his fingers into the waistband of his
brother's pajama bottoms, lifted his chin to catch his gaze.

   "Can I?"

   Aaron grinned down at him, one eyebrow arched in a playful cant. "Can
you what?"

   A deep, chthonic heat rolled up from Jeremy's insides, spread out over
his chest, up his neck, and through his face. He heard himself whimper,
unable to form the words necessary to tell Aaron everything he wanted in
that moment. It was answer enough for his brother though, whose lips pulled
back into an incubus grin.

   "Oh, I see. And what do I get if I let you..." Aaron imitated Jeremy's
whimper at the end, eyes sparkling with mischief.

   Aaron was not making fun of him, of that Jeremy was sure. There was too
much innuendo in the question for it to be mean, and he cursed his
inexperience for not having a quick reply available. He blinked, willing
his brain to form an appropriate, sensual response, but found himself
lacking. At last, he came up with a simple question, stuttering over the
sound of it as the words took shape around his lips.

   "W...what do you want?"

   Whatever his brother's answer, Jeremy knew he would give it to him:
sexual favors, doing his chores, anything so long as he loved him.

   Aaron pursed his lips in thought, looking around the room for a
moment. "Well," he began, "you want to be my cumrag, right? Want me to use
you, and fuck you, and do all of the sex stuff you want?"

   Their earlier conversation, before Luke's Father came to harass their
front door, played like a movie in his mind's eyes, eliciting the same
will-melting reaction, his muscles going lax, his forehead falling forward
to Aaron's tummy.

   "I can't do that with you all the way up here," Aaron continued. "So,
let's move you into the spare room downstairs, where you'll be closer. That
way, I won't have to go so far, and we don't have to worry about Mom and
Dad as much."

   The future expanded outward in an explosion of possibilities, a star
scape populated by celestial constellations locked in incestuous couplings,
each more vulgar and arousing than the last. He saw himself in Aaron's
arms, could taste the ocean of jizz he would take from him, feel his
brother's hard shaft ramming him night after blissful night. Just as he
ordered the muscles in his neck to nod, agreeing to the demand, a cosmic
tear ripped that future into a mess of discord, centering on a solitary
hitch; the black hole from which no happiness could escape.

   Jeremy tensed, pulled away from Aaron. "What about Luke? He'll hear us,
won't he, if he's going to stay here?"

   Aaron gave a shrug. "Let me worry about that. If you really want to be
my sl...if you really want to do all the things you said you did, you'll
have to trust me."

   His brother's quick correction did not go unnoticed, sending a shiver
down Jeremy's spine and pooling into a tight, quivering knot of
anticipation at the root of his dick.

   "Be your what?" he asked, dropping a hand to adjust himself in his
pants, grasping as his sensitive cockhead rubbed at the fuzzy inside of the
material.

   Aaron shook his head. "Never mind. Do you want to, or not?"

   The atmosphere shifted, pulling Jeremy from a trance that had gone
unnoticed until his elder brother's vacillation. Like a switch being
flipped, all of the rebellion he had felt against his parents turned onto
Aaron, a buried cruelty awakening within. Aaron wanted to get it on with
him, and Jeremy was just as interested, but there had to be more benefit to
being his brother's fuck toy than just being his fuck toy. And if anyone
ever found out what they were doing...

   He clamped down hard on that thought process. Trusting Aaron, doing what
he said and being what he wanted, was the only course of action that was
beneficial to them both. Aaron would be his initiation into full manhood,
and nothing would turn him against that bond!

   "I want to," he said. The world righted itself, and he was once again
under his big brother's thrall, where he was safe, and where he belonged.

   The smile returned to Aaron's lips, warming Jeremy from the inside out,
and he motioned for him to get to his feet, capturing him in a deep, tongue
heavy kiss. Without instruction, he dipped his hand over Aaron's bulge,
fishing prick and heavy orbs over the front of his pajamas. The weight of
it in his grip narrowed his focus to a fine point, transporting him to a
reality in which nothing else existed and nothing else mattered but his big
brother. He himself was just a ghost, a specter whose only purpose for
being was to pleasure Aaron.

   Wrapping his fingers around the base, his hand danced up the silken skin
of the shaft, delighting in the relaxed sigh that Aaron let go. Jeremy
could keep this up all day and all night, feeding on the incredible heat
coming off of his big brother's cock, soaking it in through his palm like a
flower following the sun's progress through the sky.

   The next pass brought forth a dew drop of precum to the tip that hung
there, glistening on the bulbous knob. With a few more strokes, it turned
into a string of shimmering spittle, threatening to break away at any
moment. He twisted his wrist over the head, gathering up the liquid before
it could fall to the floor to swirl it over his brother's thick end. Aaron
grunted, a hand slipping down the curve of Jeremy's back, delving into the
back of his pants and making the waistband slide below his hip, giving one
ass cheek a delightful squeeze.

   The duplicate contact, Aaron's hand on his backside, his hand on Aaron's
cock, twisted inside his body--a serpent of sensation unwinding and
unfurling, the Kundalini of youth and innocence shedding its skin to reveal
a new, more potent form. A silent snake charming song, ancient and fresh at
the same time, hissed out through the air, reverberating between their
bodies where skin caressed skin; where flesh brought pleasure to flesh.

   He lifted his gaze to Aaron's, saw him smiling down at him, at the good
work he was doing, and tilted his chin to receive his mouth against
his. Puffy lips pressed and sucked, humming with pleasure. Tongues danced
and parted, a tango of intimacy echoing in the hidden chambers of Jeremy's
swelling heart.

   A crackle of power raced up his spine as Aaron reached a probing digit
between the crack of his ass, grazing his tight, clenching hole. Every
muscle in his body seized in unison, and Jeremy heard himself release a
breathy moan, the sound of it foreign to his ears, like he was speaking an
alien language of passion. When he did it again, lingering and rubbing,
pushing without penetrating, Jeremy fell against him, breath coming in
hard, sharp pants, his hand falling away from Aaron's cock.

   The back of Jeremy's knees touched the edge of his naked bed before
realizing he was being maneuvered toward it, steered by Aaron's larger
frame, his ass following his big brother's finger like a cartoon horse
being led by a stick. He wanted that finger inside him; needed it to pierce
his body and touch his soul.

   Aaron, however, had other plans. He withdrew his hand from Jeremy's
athletic pants and, taking him by the shoulders, forced him to sit on the
bed, putting him eye level with his elder brother's toned belly.

   The heat of desire flickered on the edge of Jeremy's lips. He cooled it
with a dart of the tongue, but it would not be banished so easily. His
attention fell at once to Aaron's prick, looking thicker and angrier than
he had ever seen it before, drooling precum with more weeping out in a
ceaseless supply. He made a lunge for it, to douse the fire burning in his
lips, reaching out with his tongue to gobble it up.

   Aaron backed away, taking his cock in hand and lifting it out of
reach. A banshee wail split open Jeremy's chest.

   "Please," he begged, locking gazes with his big brother, feeling his own
face contort into a mask of pain.

   His brother sat in the desk chair, rolling it toward the bed, and took
to tugging himself in long, languid strokes. He grinned across to Jeremy,
lust obvious in every curve of his teen body and held back by the same
force that glued Jeremy to the bed instead of making another go for it.

   "Please," he repeated, voice cracking, the threat of breaking into tears
hovering at the edge of his awareness.

   "Please, what?" Aaron replied, jerking faster. "Please cum? I think I
can do that."

   "No!" The force of Jeremy's need propelled him from the bed and onto his
knees, sliding him across the carpet between Aaron's spread thighs. His big
brother stopped, lifting his arms to link his fingers behind his head and
leaving his dick exposed.

   "Tell me what you want, little brother," Aaron said, making his cock
bounce a few times, forcing Jeremy to keep his eyes stuck on the meaty
pole.

   It was so big! It reached up past Aaron's navel, slobbering its juices
over his tight abdomen, looking that much larger because of his big
brother's fit, athletic frame. If anyone in the world deserved such a
perfect fuck stick, it was Aaron! He deserved everything, and should never
be left wanting for pleasure, or sex; should never be wanting for anything,
in fact.

   "I'll do anything," Jeremy said, coloring. "Please, just let me...let me
suck you..."

   "I don't believe you."

   A darkness deeper than the blackest night descended over Jeremy's
spirit, threatening to consume him if he didn't prove himself. Aaron was
more than just his big brother now, more than the gateway through which he
would pass to become a sexualized being. He was a demiurge, an Avatar,
Jeremy's only salvation.

   Taking a chance, he leaned forward, pressing his lips to the sliver of
skin separating Aaron's cock from his sack, breathing in the heavy musk of
his scent.

   "Whatever you want," he mumbled in prayer, turning his head to the side
and delivering another soft kiss to the underbelly of Aaron's prick. "I'm
yours."

   "We'll see about that," Aaron replied. "Finish jacking me off."

   The command was delivered with such gentle force that Jeremy had no
other option but to obey it. He took his brother's length in his hand once
more, and started stroking as fast as he could.

   "That's good, little brother," Aaron praised, his words a warm summer's
day. "You like my dick, don't you?"

   Jeremy nodded, urging his wrist, forearm, bicep and shoulder to move
even faster. Aaron's nutsack shivered, squeezing the heavy globes within
tight to his body. He sensed the pressure building in his big brother's
cock, and wrapped his lips around the head. A moment later, Aaron was
shooting into his waiting mouth, striking the back of his throat at just
the right spot to make him gag. He would have pulled off, to escape the
eruption, but found his way impeded by Aaron's hand on the back of his
skull, forcing him to stay in place.

   With nowhere to go, he swallowed as much as he could, despairing that so
much of it was slipping out the corners of his mouth, but thankful none the
less when the flood eased, and then stopped, leaving a twitching knob of
meat lazing on his tongue.

   Aaron had been silent during his climax, and though his body slackened
from the rictus of orgasm, his lack of sound made the experience less than
what Jeremy had hoped for. Finding no comfort in his brother's quiet, he
found it instead in knowing that he had done an adequate job of bringing
him off. Next time, he would do better.

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