Date: Sat, 08 Feb 2003 23:47:32 -0500 From: Gerald Johnson Subject: Brother's Delight 5 BROTHER'S DELIGHT (CHAPTER 5) Warnings: This is a story of fictional, graphic, male on male, sex. If it is illegal to view sexual pornography in wherever you are, please do not continue. This story is all about sex with minors of ages' 12-17 and adults. It also starts after the initial seduction. Any similarities to any person, real or fictitious, is just pure coincidence. Dedications: Chris, Ricardo, Edward, J C K, Sorsha, Ashley, Frank, Greg, Ken, Butch, Jeffers, Patsy, Buffy Blue, Mel, Josh, Leon, Pup23us If I've missed your name, e-mail me and I'd be glad to put it in. People to Spite: DB In People to Spite, I put the ones who serve the Political Ramifications of BEING MEAN TO ME! So, if you do be mean, not contributing to the constructive criticism, then I'll put you in there. BEWARE! Chapter 5 Gabe's POV I may have crossed a line by letting this thing go on but I can't just let it go. Every cell in my body is telling me that this is the right thing and I have the privilege--the right--to share this with Simon, but that feeling of uncertainty will always be upon me. What happens if we were caught? I'd be sent to jail for rape and Simon would probably have to spend years in therapy. Things are so screwed up right now. But Simon seems to shine through everything. Wait. There's another thing that bothers me a bit, why has Simon changed so much? Sure he tells me that everything is just the way it's supposed to be, because he was always shy around me and acted sheepish all the time, but even when we were younger, he was like that. A new person took his place--a stronger, confident, more self assured person--and this person confuses me and turns me on. Heh, everything about his turns me on but since he's been more dominant, I've had more dreams of him. Nighttime was already upon us and Simon sneaked into my room because of a `nightmare' and will spend the night. Both of us were just in our underwear, a white shirt and boxer briefs. Mother and father are asleep in their own room and will never know about his nightmare. I was so sure that we were gonna do a little bumping tonight but while I waited for the words that confirmed it, I was sadly disappointed that I could not have what I wanted. Damn my own stupidity for telling him that dumb rule. Instead, he just asked if he could spend the night in my bed--and that made every thought of sex go away . . . at least for a while. Shifting in the white blanket, I moved closer to the other edge of the twin sized bed and let him in. Moving into a spooning position, with him in my arms, we settled down for a good night's rest. It started out that way, just another night of sleep, but hormones took a hold of me and I was turned on by his scent. I go crazy for it! One drop of his sweat makes me forget all of my senses and let my primal urges take control. And right now, I've got the source, not the product. Intoxicating drugs of euphoria entered my nose, touches of his gentle body hair on my fingertips sent me shaking, and the sound of his level breathing made me crave for his body even stronger. My arms moved on their own, tightening around his body. My breathing became erratic and uncontrollable. A good sized lump from my throat traveled down to my crotch and began to swell up my already hard dick. I've never been this hard before and it hurts not to touch it--or have it touch something. Unbeknownst to my conscious mind, my hips began to rub up against my boy toy. Creeping down from his chest, my hand took his hand placed it on his own crotch. Guiding my younger brother's fingers to do my own bidding gave me a rush that I did not expect. Using his hand to grip his own dick through his boxer briefs, Simon moaned and shivered. Letting go of his hand, I sat up and took of my shirt. Laying back down, I moved my head so it rested on his shoulder and I whispered, "Why don't we throw out that silly rule about you asking." I said it as an order, rather than a question. "I mean, if you're gonna taunt me with your body might as well, make use of this," I told him, rubbing my dick against his ass crack. Again, he shuddered with a fury but after this time. He pulled away. "Stop it! What do you think you're doing?" Simon said, sitting up. Shit, I've upset him. Sitting up, too, I touched his shoulder, which was brushed off. "Don't touch me! I never taunted you." "Simon, I'm sorry," I said not touching him but kept a hand hovering over him. "I didn't mean that you were taunting me. I was just goofing around." Simon didn't look at me, but he bent his knees, put his feet on the bed, and said, "I know. I know that you were just playing but what I don't know is why I'm acting like this. Or why you're acting like this," he said, finally turning around and looking me in the eyes. He looked like he was on the edge of tears and I so did not want to see him like that. "I never want to cause you pain and I've done it now. All the times I've touched you, I've always caused you pain. The car crash, right now, it seems like all I do is make you hurt. I stepped over a line right now and I can't even come close to it anymore. Listen, it's not you're fault. I've thought about this for a while and I don't think that we should--" "Someone forced themself on me." I swear I could feel the back of my head just explode. "What?!" I yelled, a bit too loud. "Shh!" he said, finally breaking to tears. "Don't yell. Please don't yell. I don't want anyone to know about it and if Mom and Dad figure this out they'll go crazy." "Who the hell is he?" I asked, shaking. My head felt like it had just been run over by a steam roller from this information and I saw red. Anger was all I felt right then and I just want to hurt the person who tried this. "Who the fuck is he?! I'm gonna fucking kill that motherfucker! Do I know him? Who the fuck is he?! Who the fuck is he?" I heard myself repeating over and over again. I didn't have control over my voice or over my thoughts. I was a backseat driver and my body took over. Will and power over my rage dissipated and all I know is that a motherfucker tried to hurt Simon and I want to make sure that he doesn't ever feel anymore. "Gabe! Gabe, calm down, please!" Simon said, trying to bring me down from my ire. "I can't tell you who it is if you're like this. I know you. You're instinct's to protect me. And with your temper, the first thing that you'd do to the guy is kill him--more if you could do it--and I don't want that on you're conscious. I'll only tell you what happened if you calm down and promise me that you won't confront this guy." Glaring at him, I held my position. I can't promise that! "Fine," he said, realizing my answer, "then I can't tell you." Simon's face got sad and he turned away from me and laid down, facing away from me. I settled down too, physically that is--mentally I still have the urge to hurt--and spooned next to him. This time it was just a brotherly way, to protect him. He's right, about me that is. If I do find this guy I'll do more than just kill him. Simon's stubborn and he won't tell me unless I give him my word that I won't hurt the little maggot and that's a promise that I can't make right now. When I cuddled up close to him, he took my hand and held it tightly. I smelt his neck again and it did nothing to me. My dick's soft as a wet noddle, it won't do me any good tonight. I tried to sleep but I couldn't get the thought of that fucker trying to molest my brother and I got mad all over again. Simon, on the other hand, fell asleep a few minutes after he took hold of me. I had to do something. Making sure that I didn't move him too much, I pulled away from Simon and went downstairs and into the kitchen. Dennis' POV After that small encounter with that kid, I can't seem to take my thoughts away from him. He's a looker for sure but other than that, nothing special. It's been a few days and I've spent a lot of nights just wondering about this kid, afterwards, of course, I relieve my self with the help of a few vids in my room. Even now, in the middle of a bar, the touch of his skin on mine left my hand feeling tingles. I still can even taste him. And it's SOO good. Ah, well, time to wash that taste away with some beer. So there I was, alone, pathetic, dismal, waiting for that same underage guy to fall back into my lap when suddenly, I was hit on. Wow! And I mean `Wow!', when I say this. This guy was about five foot five inches, with white, balding hair, a unibrow, crooked teeth, and looked about 300 years old. He's talk like, "How you doin'?" I mean, where does he think he is?! That's the perfect end to my seemingly perfectly fucking night and I paid my drinks and walked out the door, leaving that old man to hit on more guys. God save them all. Inside my one bedroom apartment, I collapsed on the bed with all of my clothes still intact. I had no will power to even take off my shoes. Sighing, I tried to drag my helpless body to try and reach a pillow. What a sorry disgrace I turned out to be. I haven't had more than six beers and already I'm drunk. That's a personal best for me. When I finally grabbed the pillow, the phone rang and it sounded like a jet taking off. I'll let it go. Maybe it'll stop. It didn't so I tried to get up, with an anger stirring up within me, and tell off the person calling this late in the night. Finally getting the phone off the hook and next to my ear, I said, "Hello?" in a really scratchy voice. I cleared my throat to try it again and managed to say a decent greeting, "What the hell do you want?" On the other end, I heard the sound of teeth biting nails and a sudden, "I need to talk to you." Realizing that it was Gabe, I sat up, rubbed my eyes, and asked nicely, "Dammit, it's three fucking o'clock in the morning. Can't this wait?" "No," he said firmly, "it's about Simon." That one sentence still gets to me. It's the same sentence, the same tone of voice, that told me that my brother was in the hospital. Which is the reason, I sobered up quiet a bit. "Can you drive over here this late?" "I'll be there in a few minutes," came a reply. Then came the click of the phone touching the receiver. Gabe's POV I know calling Dennis wasn't exactly right, but Simon said that I couldn't tell Mom and Dad, so I went for Dennis. He's a cool brother most of the time, watching both mine and Simon's backs, but when one of us is in trouble, he get's into major Big Brother mode and will always save the day. Only this time I don't know how he'll handle what I'm about to tell him. Dennis is always, always very protective about us but he's even more protective on Simon, maybe more so than I am. I just hope he can keep his temper enough so he doesn't tell Mom and Dad. Dennis' POV It took no longer than ten minutes before I heard the buzzer of the intercom next to my front door. Pressing one of the buttons, I called, "Yeah?" From the other end came Gabe's voice, "It's me, open up." Pressing yet another button, I unlocked the gate to the building and soon heard the elevator door rising up the three floors. Foot steps on the ground got louder and I opened my door before I heard a knock. Gabe didn't seem at all surprised when I did this and just entered without even a word of invitation. Without even looking at me, he sat down at the kitchen table and just stared out into space. He looked terribly worried and way too upset. His clothing was disheveled and it looked like he just put on clothes he wore this morning. Seeing his eyes were a vein-y mess, I pulled out two mugs and poured two cups of black coffee, which I brewed after he called. Setting down a mug next to him, he looked up at me with a expressionless face and said, "Thank you." Nodding to his acknowledgment, I took the seat that was opposite to his. This view wasn't at all that different from the side view that I got at first but it did more to show that my little brother was not so little anymore. Worry lines--that weren't there this morning--now showed fervently. "Gabe? What the hell is wrong?" I asked, getting annoyed with this whole deal. Taking small sips of his coffee, he said, "Simon was . . . he was . . ." "Yeah?" "Someone tried to force himself on Simon and I guess, failed." Gabe avoided my eyes when he said this. Sighing, and gripping my mug harder, I asked him, "Has he told anyone?" This time he looked up to talk to me. "According to the way he said it, I doubt it. The way he sounded when he said it was so casual like it happened a long time ago. Dennis, I don't know what to do. He told me not to tell Mom but that was my first instinct." "No, you're instinct was to hurt," I told him. Gabe had a mean streak in him but it shows rarely. "Even though I know we should tell them, I don't think that Simon's wrong either. Confronting this guy might just be the worst thing we could do for him. What would happen if this caught wind; that Simon was molested? Do you know what might happen?" He looked solemnly in my eyes and nodded, "Whispers, gossip, bad looks, yeah, I've seen them around school. So, what do you think we should do?" Sighing, I stood up, "I think we need to hear the whole story." Going to the linen closet, I pulled out a pillow and a blanket. "You're sleeping here tonight, and don't say you can drive," I told him as I saw he was about to disapprove. "You look like you're about to fall asleep." Gabe just nodded and took the stuff from me, set up the couch, and went to sleep. I, on the contrary, couldn't sleep and I knew that I would be needed at work tomorrow. Maybe I could get Donna to take my shift at the Rec Center for the day. She'll understand why, hopefully. Mom and Dad might be home for the day but I need to talk to Simon in private, along with Gabe, too, of course. Gabe and Simon, I almost forgot about these two. Hmm, it's their first time--no, wait, second time--that they have gotten in trouble and they go to me, relied on me. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? Email me with all you're questions and comments. I'm open to all of the possible storylines that you all have and would gladly love to consider them. Email me at with_souls_intertwined@hotmail.com.