Date: Sat, 21 Mar 2020 17:01:15 +0000 From: Gymnopedies Subject: Family Album - Chapter 18 The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any actual events. Remember that nothing in life is free. If this website is to continue to provide you with the stories that you enyoy, it needs your help. Please hit that donate button! Gymnopedies March 2020 storiesbygymnopedies@gmail.com Family Album - Chapter 18 ------------------------- Jack sauntered along a well-worn footpath through the woods behind Andy's house. It was warm, and he was glad of his decision to wear just a light shirt, shorts and sandals. The woods were relatively peaceful, the calm broken only by the odd distant shriek that indicated the presence of preteen boys. As he walked, the sixteen-year-old considered his uncle's request that he pose nude for a painting. The idea had come as a bit of a surprise and the teen still wasn't sure how he felt about it. It wasn't the posing nude that was the problem; he'd already done that several times for photographs, and even enjoyed the experience. The problem was the painting aspect. Photographs could be kept private; a painting would be hung on a wall for people to see. Did he really want his naked body so prominently displayed? Still, there was no denying that the painting he had been shown of the boy, Hassan, was an absolute pleasure to look at. Due to the natural, relaxed way in which the boy had been portrayed, the scene wasn't even especially erotic. Smiling to himself, Jack wondered whether Rich would be able to make him look even half as good as the Turkish boy. Closer now, Alex's voice rang out. "Watch this!" The words were followed seconds later by a wordless scream of pleasure. Jack quickened his pace slightly, curious to find out what the boys were up to. The youngsters had clearly found something to catch their interest. The "something" turned out to be a rope swing. Jack turned a bend in the path and stepped into a small, relatively open area in time to see Jamie, giggling hysterically, swinging through the air on a length of rope attached to an overhead tree branch. At the end of the arc, the boy gave an excited cry as he let go of the rope, flew several yards across the clearing and landed on his feet, his momentum carrying him forwards onto his knees. "Jack!" Alex had caught sight of his older brother and rushed over to meet him. "This is great. Come and watch me." He briefly touched Jack's arm, then turned and charged for the rope. Alex's excitement must have been infectious because Jack found himself grinning as he watched the boy grab the rope and drag it back a short distance. The eleven-year-old climbed up onto a handy fallen tree trunk to give himself some height, then launched himself forwards, shrieking at the top of his lungs. He swung backwards and forwards several times before letting go, and, like Jamie, ending up on his knees. "You have a go, Jack," Alex called, breathlessly. "Maybe in a bit. Where's Chris?" Alex gave a laugh and pointed off into the trees. "He went that way. Said he needed to pee." "Oh, OK." Jack's gaze followed the direction his brother had indicated and he spotted the teen about 30 yards away, almost hidden behind a tree. "Hey, Chris, need a hand with that?" he called out. Chris' face appeared and he gave an embarrassed smile. "No thanks, I think I can manage," he shouted back. Several seconds went by and then he stepped out into the open and headed back for the clearing. For the next few minutes, Jack and Chris sat together on the fallen tree trunk and watched the two younger boys play on the swing. "Look at the state they're getting into," sighed Chris. Directly beneath where the rope was hanging was a shallow pool of very muddy water. Every time one of the boys went to retrieve the rope he had to paddle through this pool and by this stage both youngsters had splashes and smears of mud over halfway up their legs. "It'll soon wash off," Jack laughed. "At least they had the sense to take their shoes off first." "You think so?" said Chris, frowning. "I had to practically hold Alex down and pull his shoes off; it had never crossed his mind." "Ah, well, that's Alex," said Jack with a resigned shrug. "Are we going to have a go on this swing?" Chris hesitated a moment then laughed and nodded. "I guess so." Both he and Jack bent down to remove their footwear. "Right, Jamie, let's show you how it's done," Jack called to the boy, who was approaching holding the rope." "OK, but just let me have one more quick go first," Jamie begged. "Alright, but just one," said Jack. "Then you can sit and watch me and Chris." "Hang on, that's not fair," Alex cried, approaching at a run. "That will mean he's had more turns than me." He jumped up onto the tree trunk next to his friend. "Hey, Jamie, let's go together." He grasped hold of the rope. "On the count of three. One... Two..." "I'm not sure this is such a good idea, guys," said Jack, quickly. "Three!" The two eleven-year-olds threw themselves forwards, screeching as loud as they could. As they glided over the centre of the pool the inevitable happened. The rope broke and both boys splashed down into the muddy water, rolling forwards. "Alex!" In a panic, Jack leapt to his feet and rushed across the pool to where the boys lay. However, even before he had reached them it became obvious that neither of them was hurt. Alex lay on his side, giggling hysterically and Jamie was getting to his feet, pulling a face as he watched the filthy water drip from his clothing. Both were well and truly soaked through. Chris reached Jack's side, looked at the state of the boys, and turned his gaze to the length of rope, now lying in the water. He gave a short chuckle. "I think I'm glad I didn't get to have a go after all," he said. As a result of the small disaster with the breaking rope, the boys had little choice but to head back to the house. Alex and Jamie were in a thoroughly filthy state, their clothing sodden and covered in mud, their arms, legs and faces similarly mud-streaked. Jack and Chris had dirty splashes up their legs from running into the pool to help the youngsters. "Yuck, it stinks," Alex observed, lifting up the front of his shirt and sniffing it. "Funny you didn't notice that before you went rolling in it," Jack grinned. "You should think yourself lucky that you're not at home; if Mom saw you in that state she'd flip." "She sure would," Chris agreed. "Alex is right though, it does pong a bit." He wrinkled his nose as he looked at the two younger boys walking along the path in front of him. "It'll soon wash off," said Jack. "Though I don't know what Andy's going to say when he sees them." As things turned out, when they arrived back, Andy was busy in the front yard. His mouth dropped open in astonishment as he watched the boys approach. "We had a bit of an accident," Jack explained, as they reached their uncle. "So I see," said Andy, now looking amused. "Whoa! Hold on a minute." He quickly stepped in front of Alex and Jamie, who were walking past him, aiming for the front door. "You two are not going into my house in that state," he grinned, shaking his head and holding up his hands. "What are we supposed to do then?" asked Alex. "You can get cleaned up out here first," said Andy. "There's a tap and hose pipe over there." He pointed across the yard. "Get the worst of the mud hosed off your clothes, then get your clothes off and hose yourselves down. I'll get you a bowl or something to put your clothes in, and then they can go straight into the washing machine." He turned to Jack and Chris. "You two can hose your legs off first then you can sort this pair out." "It'll be a pleasure," said Jack, looking at the slightly apprehensive expressions on the faces of his youngest brother and his friend. "Come on guys, let's get to it." He led the way over to the tap. The younger boys' worried looks became more intense as they watched Jack and Chris take turns in aiming the stream of water at each other's legs. They looked even more worried when Chris complained about how cold the water was. "It's not fair," Alex complained, when his turn finally came and Jack directed him to stand in front of the hose. "Come on, it'll only take a couple of minutes," said Jack. "The sooner you get it over with, the sooner you can go inside and get some dry clothes on." Complaining bitterly about the temperature of the water, Alex and Jamie stood side by side as Jack hosed them down, washing away the worst of the mud. "That should about do it," said the sixteen-year-old, as Andy appeared back from the house with a large plastic bowl and a couple of towels. "Now get your clothes off so that I can get you properly rinsed off." "We have to get undressed out here?" asked Alex, looking around. "There's no one to see but us," laughed Andy. "Let's have those clothes so that I can get them washed." Alex frowned and Jamie looked uncomfortable. Neither appeared happy about getting undressed. Jack decided to offer a little encouragement. "Tell you what, Alex. When we've done out here, how about I ask Uncle Andy if I can borrow his camera and we can do some pictures?" That seemed to do the trick. Alex's expression changed instantly and a sparkle appeared in his eyes. "Yeah, that'd be so cool. Come on, Jamie." He started to pull his T-shirt over his head. With a sigh, and looking less than enthusiastic, Jamie followed suit. "Briefs as well guys," said Andy, when the boys were both down to their final item of clothing. He handed the towels to Chris then gathered up the discarded shirts and shorts and put them in the bowl. Alex quickly shed his wet briefs and handed them over, casually scratching an itch on his back. Jamie, however, after taking off his underwear, stood uncomfortably with one hand in front of his groin, casting embarrassed glances at Andy and Chris. "OK, you can come inside when you're done," said Andy, heading for the door with the bowl of wet clothes. "Right, let's get you two finished," said Jack. He once more directed the water at the younger boys, trying not to smile at the gasps of discomfort. "It's cold," Alex complained, doing a little dance as the water splashed against his chest and ran down his stomach. "It won't take long," said Jack. "Turn around so I can do your backs." He quickly moved the jet of water across the boys' backs, over their tight bum cheeks and down their legs, before turning off the tap. The water really had been cold and, by this stage, Alex and Jamie were both shivering miserably, in spite of the warmth of the day. Taking one of the towels from Chris, Jack wrapped it around Alex's chest and shoulders and began vigorously rubbing the boy dry. "Chris, can you help Jamie?" "What? You mean dry him?" Throughout the washing process, Chris had stood off to one side, watching, a slightly bemused expression on his face. "Yeah, don't just stand there. Look at him, he's freezing." "Erm, yeah, OK." Looking a bit uncomfortable, Chris wrapped Jamie in the towel and started rubbing his upper torso. Jack worked his way down Alex's body, drying him thoroughly, even giving a quick rub around his dick and balls and down between his butt cheeks. A few feet away, Chris wasn't quite so thorough. Keeping well away from Jamie's groin area, he dried the boy's chest, stomach and back then bent to dry his legs from mid-thigh downwards. When he'd done he handed the towel to Jamie to finish off himself. Now that their ordeal was over, the eleven-year-olds already appeared much happier. Giggling, they ran naked for the front door where Andy met them with fresh towels. Jack took a moment to roll up the hose, stowing it away against the wall, before he and Chris followed the younger boys inside. "Well, that was different," Chris observed, as they approached the house. "You didn't mind, did you, helping Jamie like that?" asked Jack. "No, I guess not. I'm just glad it wasn't me who fell in the mud and then had to get naked with you all standing around watching." "You're absolutely hopeless," Jack laughed, putting an arm around his brother's shoulders. Inside the house, Chris said he that needed the bathroom and disappeared up the stairs. Jack went through to the lounge to find Alex and Jamie sitting on the sofa wrapped in towels so big and thick that they were almost like bathrobes. "So are we going to do some pictures?" asked Alex, a hopeful grin on his face. "Please, Jack, you said we could." "We can if Uncle Andy will let me borrow his camera," said Jack. "Do you know where he is?" "He went through there," said Alex, pointing in the direction of Rich's studio. "He said Rich was working, so we're not allowed in there." "I expect he'll be out in a minute," said Jack. "There is one thing though." He lowered his voice, keeping an eye on the lounge door for Chris coming back. "If I take some pictures of the two of you, there can't be any touching each other or sex stuff; not today anyway. You know what Chris is like; he'd probably throw a fit if you did anything like that." Alex looked disappointed. "No touching each other at all?" "No, nothing like that," Jack replied, emphatically. "We can get naked though, can't we?" "I expect so; we'll see how it goes." Jack turned to Jamie, remembering how uncomfortable the boy had looked when he had had to strip in front of Chris and Andy. "You OK with this? You don't have to pose if you don't want to." The red-head smiled shyly. "Yeah, it'll be fun, as long as there's no touching like you said. I don't think I would want to do that with anyone else watching." "There you go, Alex," said Jack. "Jamie doesn't want any touching either, so behave yourself." "You guys are just no fun," Alex pouted. Andy appeared a minute or so later and he had the camera in his hand. "Here ya go, guys," he said, handing it to Jack along with a handful of spare rechargeable batteries. "I think it works more or less the same as yours, so you shouldn't have any trouble. I've got some work to do, so I'll leave you to it." "You're not staying to watch?" asked Alex. Andy shook his head. "I'll watch you some other time. Me and Rich are planning a day out for all of us tomorrow, but we need to get caught up with our work first." "You're taking us out? Where are we going?" Alex demanded, his interest piqued. "You'll have to wait and see," said Andy. "It'll be a surprise. I'm not saying anymore," he laughed, cutting off further questions from the excited youngster. As Andy once more disappeared into Rich's studio, Jack inspected the camera. It was a much more expensive model than is own, but he didn't think he'd have any difficulties with it. He adjusted the settings and aimed it at Alex, watching an image of the boy appear on the tiny screen at the back. Pressing the button to take the photograph, he watched the image freeze for a split second as it was recorded into the camera's memory. It all seemed pretty straightforward. "So what's everyone gonna do now?" Chris asked, returning from the bathroom. "I'm going to take some pictures of these two like I promised," said Jack. "You mean naked type pictures?" asked Chris, looking uncertainly at the two youngsters wearing nothing but large white towels. "Maybe I should go." "Oh, please stay," begged Alex, grabbing Chris' arm, a move which caused his towel to fall open and reveal almost his entire front, right down to the base of his soft dick. "It'll be much more fun if you're here." Chris hesitated for a moment, his eyes briefly taking in his younger brother's body. Then he gave a shrug. "I guess it can't hurt," he said. "Go on, I'll hang around for a while." "Thanks, Chris," Alex grinned. "It'll be great having pictures of all of us together." "I'm not having my picture taken naked," said Chris, quickly. "I said I'd stay and watch, I didn't say anything about taking my clothes off." "Relax," smiled Jack. "You don't have to take anything off." He moved back a couple of steps, checking the image on the camera screen. "Are you guys ready?" "Course we are, just get on with it," giggled Alex. Jack started with several shots of the boys wrapped in their towels. To begin with, there was little showing except for their heads, but he gradually had them open the towels up so that each picture revealed a little more skin than the last. Soon both youngsters were totally uncovered except for a small area where the corners of the towels crossed, covering their respective groins. "Alright guys, time to show that last little bit of flesh," said the older teen. "At last," said Alex, grinning broadly. He flicked away the corners of the towel and opened his legs wider, placing his hands on his thighs. Next to him, Jamie threw back his own towel, and, smiling shyly, he too opened his legs. Jack zoomed in with the camera, taking a picture of each boy in turn, then zoomed back out again and got a shot of them both together. Both boys looked incredibly cute and the sixteen-year-old could already feel his dick pushing against the front of his shorts. If they had been doing this back in his bedroom at home and Chris hadn't been standing there watching, Jack would have taken advantage of the opportunity to get his hands on their hot bodies. He knew from previous experience that Jamie wouldn't be averse to a little touchy-feely and Alex certainly never refused a chance to get a bit more physical. However, the circumstances here were a little different; Chris wasn't likely to react very positively to anything of that nature. He shot a quick look behind him to see what his middle brother was making of the show so far. Chris had gone to stand behind a chair and was leaning forward with his arms on the chair back. Jack suppressed a smile as it occurred to him that maybe this was an attempt by the boy to hide what was going on in his shorts. "You OK, Chris?" "Yeah." Chris looked startled, then nodded. "Yeah, fine." It was obvious to Jack that Chris had been completely absorbed in watching the two naked preteens. The older boy turned his attention back to the camera, deciding to try and crank things up a notch. For the next series of pictures, Jack had the youngsters lift up their legs and place their feet on the edge of the sofa. With their knees slightly apart, this displayed their lower regions perfectly. In this position, it was even possible to see just a hint of their tight holes, down beneath their balls. Of course, Alex had to take things a stage further. He put his arms behind his knees and pulled his legs all the way back so that is ass cheeks were opened up and his puckered entrance was on show. "Take a close up, Jack," he laughed. "Alex, that's disgusting!" Chris called out, screwing up his face, yet laughing at the same time. "I've got it, Alex," said Jack. "You can put your legs down now." He turned to Chris, holding out the camera. "Can you take one of me sitting between them?" "What, me? I don't know how to work it," said Chris, shaking his head. "It's easy. You just move the camera until this screen at the back shows the picture you want and then you press the button. There's nothing to it." "I suppose I can give it a go," said Chris. Jack handed the camera over to his brother and squeezed in between Alex and Jamie on the sofa. He got them to put their legs back down and put his arms around their shoulders. "OK, Chris, fire away." In order to take the picture, Chris had to move out from behind the chair. There was now no hiding the fact that the young teen had a boner in his shorts. Jack enjoyed the view, but he thought it best not to draw attention to it and he hoped that Alex wouldn't say anything; if Chris became too embarrassed it would be likely to set back Jack's long-term plan to get him fully naked in front of the camera. "Aren't you gonna get naked?" Alex asked, looking up at Jack. "Not this time," Jack replied. "Maybe next time. You got the picture yet, Chris?" Chris nodded. "I think so." "Great. Let's change places and I'll take one of you sitting in the middle." "I dunno..." Chris looked dubiously at the naked preteens. "Yeah, come on, Chris," said Alex, almost pushing Jack up out of the way. "Come and have your picture taken with us." With obvious reluctance, Chris took the seat Jack had just vacated. As both Alex and Jamie snuggled in close, he had little choice but to put his arms around them. "Smile everyone," Jack instructed. "That means you too, Chris. Yeah, that's terrific." He pressed the button on the camera, recording the moment. "Stay where you are a minute." Now that he finally had Chris in front of the camera, even if fully clothed, Jack intended to make the most of the situation. He quickly took several more pictures from different angles, including some close-ups. He briefly wondered whether he should suggest that Chris remove his shirt, but decided that this wasn't such a good idea; under the circumstances, the shy teen would most likely see this as the first step along the road to posing naked. At least Chris was starting to look a little more relaxed. In fact, all three of the boys on the sofa were laughing. Alex had put his head on his brother's chest and was walking his fingers across the boy's stomach. "Pack it in, Alex," Chris laughed, squirming slightly. He tried to push the youngster away, but with one arm pinned behind each of the boys, he couldn't get much leverage. Alex's hand moved lower, darting under the edge of Chris' shirt onto his bare stomach. "Alex!" Chris's shout was louder and he started to struggle more fiercely. His laughter was also becoming louder. On the other side, Jamie now decided that it was time he joined in the fun and leaning forwards, his own hand joined Alex's under Chris' shirt. As he fought to shake the boys off, Chris rolled onto his side, bringing his knees up to protect his middle. Alex immediately flung himself on top of the older boy and began tugging at Chris' shirt, trying to pull it off. Standing off to the side, taking pictures, Jack felt a twinge of jealousy that he was in effect left out of the fun. The sight of the two naked preteens wrestling with Chris and trying to pull off his clothes was incredibly erotic, especially as the fourteen-year-old's shirt was now more than halfway up his chest, allowing several inches of smooth skin to show. Jack's hand moved down inside his shorts and he rubbed his palm up and down his throbbing erection, a fantasy forming in his mind that Alex and Jamie would be successful in their quest to get Chris' shirt completely off and would then move onto his shorts. He was extremely tempted to put the camera down and go and join in himself. In fact, he decided, this really was a very good idea. However, before Jack could put his idea in effect, Andy appeared. The man stood and watched for a moment, shaking his head and frowning, then stepped forward and grabbed the first thing that came within reach, which happened to be one of Jamie's legs. Hauling back, he pulled Jamie out of the pile of thrashing arms, legs and bodies, dumping the naked boy unceremoniously onto the floor. He was about to do the same with Alex, but it seemed that the two remaining boys had noticed Jamie's disappearance from their struggle and they looked up to find out what was happening. The corners of his mouth twitching, Andy continued to shake his head. "I thought you were supposed to be taking pictures?" he said. "Instead I find you trying to destroy the furniture and worse than that, making enough noise for them to hear you all the way back in the city." "Sorry," said Jack. "Things got a bit out of control." "Yeah, sorry, Uncle Andy," said Alex. "It's OK, guys," said Andy, his expression softening as he allowed a smile to appear. "You're here to have a good time. It's just that it gets kind of hard to concentrate when there's a pitched battle going on in the next room. "We'll try and keep the noise down a bit," said Jack. "Don't worry about it," said Andy. "We're going to be having dinner soon anyway, so I think that's enough photography for now." His gaze moved between Alex and Jamie. "Why don't you two go and put some clothes on, so you're ready to eat." "Do we have to?" Alex pouted. "We can eat just the same like this." "You can stay naked all day every day as far as I'm concerned," said Andy. "Except when we sit down to meals. When we eat, it's shorts and T-shirt minimum." "You're the boss," said Alex, grumpily. "C'mon, Jamie, let's make the oldies happy and go get some clothes." After dinner was over and cleared away, Jack went into the studio with Andy to transfer the afternoon's pictures from the camera to the computer. The actual transfer took hardly any time at all, but after it was completed, Andy insisted on going through the pictures to see what the boys had been up to. "Chris seems to be loosening up a bit," the man observed as they approached the end of the sequence. "Yeah, he was a bit reluctant at first, but once he relaxed I think he was having a good time," said Jack. He refrained from pointing out that Chris might have loosened up even more if Andy had not made his rather inopportune appearance. "Speaking of reluctant, have you reached any decision about the painting?" Andy switched off the computer monitor and turned in his chair so that he was looking directly at his nephew. "I dunno," Jack shrugged. "I'd love to do it, but I can't get my head around the thought of a picture of me with nothing on being stuck on a wall somewhere with everybody looking at it." "Well, I wouldn't want you to doing it if you weren't happy about it," said Andy, with a smile. "Though don't get too hung up about people seeing it. My plan was that the finished painting would belong to you. Think of it as a gift from your favourite uncle. I'd keep it here in the house until you get a place of your own, and then you could take it. In the meantime, if Rich has any exhibitions or anything it would be up to you whether the picture was included; it wouldn't be displayed in public without you agreeing to it first." "In that case, I guess it would be OK," said Jack, feeling a little more comfortable with the idea. "Sleep on it," Andy suggested. "Then if you decide to go ahead we can take some photographs sometime over the next couple of days." "What about the other one?" Jack asked. "You said you wanted one with all three of us." "That's what I would like, though I'm not sure if it will happen," Andy grinned. "My first choice would be a picture of the three of you nude, but I imagine Chris would be a bit of a problem there." "I think he probably would," said Jack, unable to imagine his brother agreeing to anything like that. "In that case, I may have to settle for one of you all in just shorts. We'll see how things go. We've got until next Friday, when Alex goes home. Maybe Chris can be talked into it before then." "Yeah, and maybe I'll be made emperor of China," laughed Jack, shaking his head. They returned to the lounge to find Alex and Jamie sprawled on the floor watching TV and Chris deep in conversation with Rich. It turned out that prior to leaving school just a year ago, Rich had been captain of his school's soccer team and so he and the fourteen-year-old had a lot in common. The two of them were completely engrossed in swapping stories of past matches. Jack found that almost as interesting as watching paint dry and decided to leave them to it. He and Andy sat down on the empty sofa, where they were joined a couple of minutes later by Alex and Jamie; the two younger boys squeezed themselves in between Jack and Andy. It was a bit of a tight fit, but Jack quite liked the feeling of having Jamie cuddled up next to him. As the evening wore on, it soon became apparent that the younger boys were having trouble staying awake and Andy suggested that they take themselves up to bed. Surprisingly, Alex didn't make any objections to this, but then Jack remembered that the boys were sharing a double bed, which of course went a long way towards explaining his youngest brother's willingness to say goodnight. "I think I'll be going up myself before too much longer," Jack yawned, after Alex and Jamie had gone. "It might be a good idea," said Andy. "Get your strength up for tomorrow." "You keep hinting about tomorrow," said Jack. "What is it you've got planned." "You'll have to wait and see," said Andy, enigmatically. "All I'll say is that it's something you probably haven't done since you were twelve." He leaned in close and whispered in Jack's ear. "And I hope you aren't so reluctant to put on the sun oil this time." Realisation dawned. "You're kidding? We're all going?" Jack glanced over to where Chris was still talking to Rich, wondering how his brother would react when he found out what tomorrow had in store. Saying goodnight to Andy and Rich, Jack headed upstairs. Chris had said he would follow in a few minutes; this suited Jack, who intended to grab a quick shower before bed, but wanted to ensure he was done and back in the bedroom before his brother came up. Once in the room, he quickly stripped off his clothes and wrapped a towel around his waist. As he went along the landing to the bathroom he smiled to himself at the faint giggling sounds coming from the younger boys' room. He could imagine what they were getting up to and was almost tempted to put his head around the door and have a look. With an effort, he restrained himself; he was worried that if he didn't hurry he might not be done in time to watch Chris undress. As it turned out, Chris was just coming up the stairs as Jack came back from his shower, and the two of them entered the bedroom together. "I wonder if I should get a shower," said Chris. "Depends how badly you stink," said Jack, with a grin. "Come here." He grabbed his brother's arm and lifting it in the air he stuck his nose into the armhole of the boy's T-shirt. "Geroff," Chris laughed, pulling his arm free and stepping back. "I was just checking," said Jack. "Since we've got to sleep in the same bed I don't want your smell keeping me awake all night. It's OK though, you don't smell too bad." "Thanks," Chris replied, more than a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "I think I will get a quick shower. I won't be long." He picked up a towel that had been left out for him on the bottom of the bed and headed for the bathroom. While he waited for his brother to return, Jack sat on the edge of the bed, still dressed in just a towel, and skimmed through the camera instruction manual that Andy had lent him. The basic operation of Andy's camera was similar to Jack's own, but being a more expensive model it had several extra features. In Jack's opinion, the things that would be the most useful were the more powerful zoom and the large internal memory; this camera could store far more pictures than Jack's. There was a bump against the door and Chris pushed it open. He too now had a towel around his waist and he was carrying his clothes in his arms. As he came in he dumped his clothing onto a chair, closing the door with his foot. "You smell any better now?" asked Jack, his eyes travelling across his brother's bare chest. "Yeah, I hope so. I thought you'd be in bed by now." "I couldn't. I didn't know which side you wanted," said Jack. "I don't really mind," shrugged Chris. "The left I suppose; I mostly sleep on my right side." Jack pulled a face. "I was going to take the left side myself." "So what did you bother asking me for?" Chris demanded. "I was just being polite." Jack put down the camera booklet and stood up, grinning. "Tell you what; I'll wrestle you for it." "That's hardly fair," said Chris, standing with his hands on his hips. "You're bigger than me." "Not by much," said Jack. "Besides, you're fitter than I am." He took a step forward. "Jack, no," Chris laughed, stepping back and putting up his hands to fend off the older boy. "Let me put some shorts and stuff on first." Jack wasn't about to miss an opportunity like this. Earlier on he'd watched enviously as Alex and Jamie had wrestled with Chris on the sofa, both younger boys managing to get their hands under the teenager's shirt. Now it was the older boy's turn. He leapt forwards, grabbing Chris' arm and swinging him down towards the bed, his other hand making contact with the boy's bare stomach. "Jack!" Chris landed on his back on the soft mattress, struggling wildly. "Stop it," he begged, breathless from laughing. As Jack tried to climb on top of him, Chris managed to get the palm of his hand against his brother's chest, pushing him backwards. Jack had one knee up on the bed and Chris' action caught him off balance. He fell to the side, putting out his arms to save himself. Chris took advantage of this brief respite to wriggle backwards towards the top of the bed, not realising that Jack's knee was holding down the corner of his towel. Before he had a chance to react, the towel had fallen away and Chris was now completely naked. Now recovered, Jack scrambled up the bed, throwing himself on top of the naked teen. They fought frantically, each grabbing for the other's arms, Chris stretched out on his back and Jack lying practically on top of him, their bodies pressed together. Jack felt the younger boy's chest brush up against his own causing his nerve endings to tingle with erotic pleasure. His own towel was miraculously still in place and he resisted the temptation to rip it away so that the two of them could roll naked together. "Jack, stop, please," Chris panted. "You win." "You sure?" "Yeah." Breathing heavily, Jack let go of Chris' wrists and pushed himself up until he was sitting back on his heels, astride the boy's thighs. Chris' entire body was revealed in front of him; his rapidly rising and falling chest, his tight, smooth stomach, his soft penis, lying to one side amidst his small patch of pale pubic hair, and, nestled between his legs, his balls, hanging loosely in their sac. The sight was enough to cause Jack's heart to pump even faster than it already was. He'd never had the chance to observe Chris like this before. He desperately longed to trace his fingers over the smooth, velvety skin of the boy's body and to take that beautiful cock in his hand and stroke it until it was hard and Chris was gasping with pleasure. Seeing the direction of Jack's gaze, Chris quickly put his hands over his groin, his face reddening. "Oh no you don't," Jack laughed, grabbing his brother's wrists and forcing them down to his sides so that everything was once more on display. "I won, so no covering up." "That's not fair," Chris complained. "Too bad," said Jack. "Though I've decided that because you're my favourite little brother, I should be nice to you, so you get to sleep on the left, like you wanted. But because you lost, you do have to pay a forfeit." "What's that?" Chris asked, nervously. All sorts of things flashed through Jack's mind. There were so many things he wanted to do. He could demand that Chris pose for some photographs, or he could insist that he be allowed to have a good feel of Chris' cock; he could even tell the boy he wanted a blow job, though he knew that would be wildly unrealistic. Better to go for something that the fourteen-year-old would possibly agree to. "You have to sleep naked. Not just for tonight, you have to do it for the whole two weeks." "What?" Chris' eyes had widened at the suggestion. "I don't think so. I don't even sleep naked at home when I'm on my own. I can't do it when I'm sharing a bed with you." "It's up to you," said Jack, a wicked gleam in his eye, "But remember that you lost so if you won't pay the forfeit I get to torture you. And you're not in a very good position at the moment." He deliberately cast his gaze down the full length of the boy's exposed torso. "You wouldn't!" said Chris, his voice uncertain. "Try me," said Jack. Chris was quiet for a few seconds, his eyes on Jack's face as if trying to gauge whether his brother was bluffing. Suddenly he gave a shy smile. "OK, you win," he said. "I'll sleep naked." "Wise move," laughed Jack, a little disappointed the boy had given in so easily; he had been looking forward to applying a little tickle torture. He climbed off the bed, allowing Chris to get up. The young teen stood with his hands loosely clasped in front of himself, not really covering himself up but at the same time obviously far from comfortable with his nudity. With a smile, Jack opened his towel and tossed it aside, revealing his semi-hard cock. Trying to look unconcerned, he stretched and yawned then moved towards his side of the bed. "Aren't you going to put some shorts on?" Chris asked, his eyes on his brother's penis. "That'd hardly be fair," said Jack. "I said that you have to sleep naked, so it's only right that I do the same." He climbed into bed, pulling the bedclothes over him. "Turn off the light before you get in." Still looking a little uncomfortable, Chris used the switch by the door to turn off the main light, leaving the room lit only by a lamp on the table at Jack's side of the bed. With a resigned sigh, the young teen climbed naked into bed with his brother. *** Feedback is encouraged and always much appreciated. You can email me at storiesbygymnopedies@gmail.com or visit my discussion board at http://storiesbygymnopedies.com/board for more of this story and lots of my other stories.