Date: Wed, 27 Mar 2002 19:45:20 -0600 From: TH Subject: ghosting ch 1 WARNING This story contains descriptions of sexual acts of a male to male nature. If that offends you in any manner, way, shape, form, or fashion, you should leave this site. Also, you should know that viewing this material is illegal in some localities, and that once viewed, there may be traces of it left on your computer. If, in fact your computer exhibits homosexual tendencies, it may be due to this exposure, but not to worry.! I don't write aggressive stories. this is fiction and all persons depicted herein are purely the product of my imagination and for entertainment purposes only! Any resemblance to any individual person or location is purely coincidental ************************************************************************** HI WORM ! Oh shit. I knew that voice. I learned another small lesson in life. When you're startled, you tend to take a big breath, or swallow, but you can't do both. I tried and then looked at him through the screen that wraps the porch with very watery eyes. WHY HELLO, MONKEY BRAINS. He really wasn't that bad. I remember being pretty good friends with him until he was about nine or so. We were normal brothers back then, doing the things that brothers do, and I learned about my body by examining his. It was just play for him, but it got to be a serious thing for me, the only thing. WELL HEY, CAN I COME IN ? Seeing him was really rattling to me. I adopted a very private life when I left home, especially to my family. In fact, that may have been why I left at such an early age . In the sun he sure was handsome, blond hair and all, wearing a brilliant white tee shirt that was a size too small for him. It made him look more muscular than he really was.: I DONNO, AREN'T YOU A LITTLE YOUNG TO BE IN TOWN ALONE ? I held the door open and as he passed me I noticed how terribly tired he looked. Close up I could also smell the dried sweat on him too. SHIT NO ! I'M JUST AS GOOD AS YOU ARE ! However he'd gotten here, it had been a rough passage for him. My first thought was to get him something to eat and then get him into the bath. IN YOUR DREAMS. I tapped him on top of his head, like I used to do. SO, WHADAYA DOING. AREN'T RUNNING AWAY FROM HOME, ARE YOU ? HUH? SHIT NO ! I TOLD MOM WHERE I WAS GOING. Aha. That told me a lot. Mom was easy, but dad would have forbid him leaving the yard if he'd known. WELL, COME ON IN AND I'LL FIX YOU BREAKFAST, THEN YOU CAN CALL AND LET THEM KNOW YOU'RE HERE. UHHH. WHYN'T YOU CALL ? DAD MIGHT ANSWER IT. Yeah, dad was usually in the house about this time. I didn't want to get my ass chewed on either. OK. YOU CAN EAT AND THEN SHOWER, CAUSE YOU STINK. BUT THEN YOU GOTTA CALL MOM. I DON'T WANT HER TO WORRY ABOUT YOU YOU'RE KIDDING ! MOM KNOWS I CAN LOOK AFTER MYSELF ! JUST THE SAME, YOU'RE GONNA CALL HER ! Yeah, and while he was cleaning up I could install some passwords on my computer, don't want him to find all the stuff on that. Have to be good ones too. I remember mom telling me once that he was getting to be a computer whiz. So while I fixed some bacon and eggs, he told me about the farm. How dad had decided to quit doing all the work by himself, hiring it all out. Two of the neighbors were gonna do all the planting and harvesting now. Mom was still gonna have chickens. Most of the cats I had were gone. And on, and on... The useless information seemed to just boil out of him. Of course he stopped talking to eat, and I got to sit across from him and look him over real good. Thin, not skinny. Well muscled, like most farm boys. Sun blond, good tan, and even the hair on his arms was bleached out white, giving an illusion that his skin gave off light. Big nose already, like mine. And brown eyes, that's our family trademark. After eating, he was full of question, and I couldn't tell him. Most of it is confidential. You see, I'm a ghost. Rich people are just like poor people. They do dumb things and get in trouble. But they have money and can pay to get the facts told. Most of the time those facts are twisted, and it's simply a justification for their behavior, and they don't know how to write it out. That's my job. The news paper couldn't hire me because I'm too young, but the editor set me up to do this, and it pays real good. With the freelance articles he buys from me, and the money he gives me for the weekends at his place, I get my bills paid. I was able to make small talk around his questions for a few minutes, and then pointed him towards the shower to end it. I don't have a large apartment, because I am frugal by nature. The kitchen/living room comprise the front, with a narrow hall leading to the back. One small bedroom across from the bath, and my bedroom at the end. I showed him the smaller bedroom, intending to make short work of getting him in the shower. Of course the bed wasn't made up, but there were clean linens there, which he quickly volunteered to spread for himself. I thought all was well and left him to cope with it. Setting on the porch with my computer, I was in position to look right down the hall. I didn't intend it that way, in fact I didn't notice the relevance of my position until he stepped out into the hall. Thin legs, much too long, still hairless too, I thought to myself. He had started growing tho, his penis thicker than I remembered, and the balls now hanging instead of being tucked up tight. In the dimness his upper torso was almost invisible due to his deep tan. Not so the lower parts. That one frame of the flowing motion remained in my mind for long minutes. How nice to have half a boy in my house, the interesting half, too. I examined the files that I'd need to protect and found there were nineteen of them. Since there was no way that I could remember that many passwords, even if I could dream them up. I logged on the internet. I'd seen a program that assigned random passwords to files and recorded them in a hidden file that was password protected. That's what I needed, only one to remember. I missed when he exited the shower, but seeing him come out on the porch was a treat too. He'd gone into my dresser and gotten a pair of my boxers to wear. They were much too large for him, and he had the material bunched in one hand to keep them up. WHATCHA DOIN ? OH, I'M LOGGED ON. GETTING SOME INFO. OHHH, I KNOW HOW TO DO THAT ! CAN I SEE ? YEAH, I GUESS. DON'T MESS UP ANY THING THO. I let him assume the seat and went inside to get coffee. Some thing dad got me started on long ago, when we did early morning chores together. It was one of the little things that made me feel still connected to my roots. When I came back and looked to see what he was doing, he'd already got into one of those porno links where they flash multiple pages at you. I've found that the only way to stop the flow is to shut down the browser and start over, but he was leaned back enjoying it. The loose shorts were sagged down front and back, not exposing him, but very nearly. They were brightly patterned in a random fashion that confused the outlines of what they covered. Good thing too, since a boy his age surely would get excited watching this stuff. Well, I hit the switch and he had a fit. WHY'D YA DO THAT??? SHIT IT WASN'T THAT BAD ! SHADUP DORK ! YOU CAN'T DO IT THAT WAY. He was setting up a little straighter now, and the shorts were a little lower. I was mad, but my eyes weren't. HUH ? YOU'RE THE DORK ! I WASN'T HURTIN NOTHIN ! He sure wasn't. Nothing that I hadn't done many times myself. My anger melted, and besides, if I could make him mad enough, maybe he'd get up and the shorts would go down. DUMB FUKIN KID ! YOU SURE GOT SHIT FOR BRAINS ! HUH ? I SAID DUMB ! DAMMIT, YOU CAN'T DO THAT ON THE LAPTOP. ALL THAT SHIT GOES IN THE HIDDEN FILES AND I DON'T KNOW WHERE ELSE, 'N IT'LL TAKE FOR EVER TO GET IT ALL OUT AGAIN ! He leaned foreword a little and I shifted so I could still see down his chest and belly . UNHHUH ! WHAT ? I CAN GET IT OUT. NO YOU CAN'T. SURE I CAN. I DO IT ALL THE TIME ON DAD'S COMPUTER. I believed him, 'cause dad would kill him if he found out. By now the shorts were gapped open and I could see the root, and whadaya know, there were a few dark hairs there. WELL YOU'LL HAVE TO PROVE IT, BUT NOT ON MY LAPTOP. BUT, BUT !! STUPID ! USE THE DESK TOP . WHERE ? IT'S IN THE BEDROOM DUMMY . He almost spilled my coffee on the laptop as he gathered the shorts and bounced out of the chair to go inside. I guess he thought I'd just given him permission to use the desktop for it. I almost followed him in there, but my emotions were mixed up again, and the desktop had auto log on enabled, so I just sat down. Feeling guilty about my kid brother was nothing new, it'd just been awhile, and I had to get used to it again. Well, maybe not again. I sure felt bad the last time and wasn't anxious to feel that way again. It'd taken a long time to get him to play naked with me, he was so shy, and at first he wouldn't touch me either. But then we'd spent the summer examining each other, and most days it was him that led me to the haymow. Maybe if I hadn't cum in his mouth the first time he sucked me, or if he'd not liked the taste of it, then I could feel ok about it, but he did like it and kept wanting more of it. I remember that I was so worried that he'd tell. ****************************************************************** well the fickle finger of fate has struck again !! strangly enough, I started this with a very good idea what I wanted to write. Then for a few days, I turned idiot. Only when the looming catastrophy of losing my internet access did my memory recover. I envision the completion to go thus. CHAPTER TWO Begin with the younger boy (whose age is yet to be ascertained) setting before the computer, scaning porno links, imagining how the images viewed would compare with his older brother. perhaps he stumbles into a site devoted to younger boys (his age) - 1/2 page Then fade to his memories of the good times with his older brother on the farm - 2 pages CHAPTER THREE Back to the older brother setting in his kitchen(age still unknown) who is also reviewing from his perspective the events on the farm with emphisis on his emotions - 2 pages Drawn from his reverie by the ohhing and ahhing from the boy in the bedroom as he becomes excited by the newer images, he goes to investigate, finds the boy naked - 1 1/2 pages well there you go.