Date: Sat, 2 Nov 2013 14:44:53 +0000 From: Marcus DaCosta Subject: Half-brothers: Chapter 2 This story is about the growing relationship between a 22 year old man and his 12 year old half-brother. If this is not your thing, or is illegal to read where u are, please click the exit button. Otherwise enjoy. I will appreciate your comments, instructions and participation as the journey progresses. Details at the bottom. This story is based on true events and is compiled from my diary and from memories of what happened when I met my older half-brother from whom I had been estranged since birth. Names and places are changed to protect my identity. The story is told from the perspective of my older brother. All usual nifty pre-ambles and legal bits apply. Characters: DEAN COLLINS: 22 years old JAKE LANSDOWN: 12 year old half-brother of Dean SHANKS: Friend of Jake, age and real name unknown at this stage RECAP: I was totally unaware of and entirely unprepared for what was to unfold during the coming days. Unbeknown to me, in the next room, Jake was congratulating himself for his well-executed arrival and opening act, and was secretly making his own plans to wrap me around his little finger. I turned over, hugged my pillow and drifted off to sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------- CHAPTER 2: The Shower I woke up about 8am and clambered out of bed momentarily forgetting that I had slept in the nude. I walked over to the balcony door and propped It open to air my room. The sun was beaming through the windows and I could tell that it was going to be another hot day. I wrapped a towel around my waist and was just about to go and shower, but then I heard Jake talking in his room. Both of our balcony doors were open, so even though it was feint, I could hear every word that he was saying. He obviously assumed I was still sleeping as he conversed with someone he called 'Shanks'. I knew that I was intruding, but my curiosity got the better of me, so I stood near the balcony door, but out of sight in case he stepped onto his balcony. "Yeah Shanks, its sick here, the flat is PENG cuz, I'm not gonna lie, I feel like a Gee. Fam, u should see my f**king room fam, it is massive fam, and I got a double bed, I'm gonna bang some bitches in that fam, and there's a f**king balcony in my room fam, this is paradise bruv, and Dean is safe u know, he let me drink and we watched a sick DVD last night. Man, I wish this wasn't just a holiday fam, this is what a proper family spose to be like, people that actually wanna jam with each other, not like home where mum is never f**king there and there's no f**king food in the fridge and shit, fam I actually am speechless, and blud, no homo yh, but Dean is seriously PENG bruv, I bet he gets girls man he is that f**king peng fam, no homo". It went quiet for a minute, presumably while this 'shanks' was talking. I was stoked that Jake spoke so highly of me to his friend. I laughed to myself about being called 'peng', which I knew meant 'good looking' although we didn't use that term in Australia, but I knew it was a massive compliment. I was also laughing at the 'no homo' thing, which HAS made its way round the high schools in Oz too, but always seemed like a way for boys to legitimise checking each other out or rating each other by adding 'no homo'. I wondered WHO this 'shanks' was, I wondered if Jake had a tag-name too. I heard Jake step out onto his balcony and shut the door behind him, I heard the sound of a cigarette lighter being flicked and a few seconds later I smelt the feint smell of marijuana waft into my bedroom. 'Shit', I thought 'this kid smokes weed', I didn't know what to think about that. I mean, I smoked it from time to time, but then I'm not 12. I tried to think back to how old I was when I smoked my first joint, but I couldn't remember. The conversation with 'shanks' turned to banter about GTA5 and he must have finished his joint because he headed back into his room and shut the door behind him so I could no longer hear. I decided to go and shower. I picked up my dressing-gown that was hanging on the door and walked to the bathroom. I hung the gown on the door in the bathroom and removed my towel and put it on the heated towel-rail and stepped into the shower. I squirted way too much shower gel onto my hand as was my custom and began to lather up my body, cleaning myself thoroughly and enjoying sliding my hands across every inch of my toned body. I dunno if this is normal, but I also shaved while I'm in the shower with a Gillette razor, I like to be clean shaven and I shave most days. Not only do I shave my face, but also under my arms, the very small amount of hair on my chest and under my belly button, as well as all my pubic hair and my balls and ass. I like to feel smooth. Usually while I'm shaving my balls I get an erection, but this time I didn't, perhaps I was still feeling guilty, I dunno. My dick is not exactly small anyway, but when shaved it looks impressively big and thick hanging far below my two big round hairless balls. I finished rinsing all the shaving foam off my body, and began to wash my hair. I was lathering up my head as the bathroom door opened and Jake strolled in, stark naked again, and walked over to the toilet, he lifted the lid and seat and began to piss. His back was to me because of the position of the shower and the toilet. His piss lasted for ages, probably due to the 3 beers he had drank the previous night. I turned round to face away so as not to be tempted to watch him again. He finished, flushed and walked over to the shower, opened the shower door, tapped me on the back and said... "bro, can I jump in after you've finished?" "Sure", I replied, "lemme just rinse of my hair and its all yours". Jake did not shut the door, he just stood there waiting for me to finish. As I was not facing him I could not tell if he was looking at me or not as I finished rinsing. "Pass me that towel please" I requested, pointing at the towel-rail. "Get it urself fam" Jake replied cheekily jumping in the shower and slapping me hard on my ass. I stepped out of the shower and turned to slap him back giving him a fleeting glance of my dick. He gasped quietly, presumably either surprised at the size of it, or at the fact it was shaved, but he didn't say anything. I grabbed my towel and headed for the door. "So bro, what's the plan for the day" Jake said, trying to start up a conversation. I hesitated for a minute, thinking that I would prefer to have this conversation dressed and in the kitchen, but I didn't wanna make him feel uncomfortable so I moved to the toilet, closed the lid, sat down facing the shower, but looking at the floor, and replied: "Well dude, I reckon we need to go to the shopping mall and get you everything you need for your stay here." "Like what?" Jake persisted. "Clothes and that, and maybe a pair of trainers, and some DVD's and games, and then we'll go to Tesco and fill the kitchen with all your favourite foods" "Wow. Cool, thanks bro, ur safe u know". "Also I better show u round a bit, coz I'll be at work on Monday and you'll need to entertain yourself during the days, unless I can get permission to work from home sometimes". I looked up at Jake, he was washing his hair, both his arms were raised and caressing his head, there was no trace of hair under his arms, but I was surprised at the size of his biceps, they were not HUGE but for his age and size they were impressive. I watched as the foam slid down his neck, onto his chest and down to his slightly defined six-pack, his hands followed soon after as he gently caressed his chest and stomach rubbing the foam into his body, some of the foam escaped down to his patch of pubic hair and lodged there waiting for his hand to find it. A few seconds later his two hands were rubbing the foam into his groin, one of his hands also cleaning his balls and the other slipping right under to clean in-between his bum-cheeks. He lingered there for a while, before proceeding on down to wash his thighs. At that moment I realised I had been staring at his body for far too long, I glanced up at his face to see if he had noticed, and he smiled at me cheekily again. I did not know him well enough yet to know what his 'smiles' meant, but I fixed my eyes on his face as our conversation continued. He asked me about my job, and my prospects and thanked me many times for letting him come and stay, he told me how much he loved the shower and how there was no shower at home, and often there was no hot water at all. As he talked his hands wondered from his chest, down to his calves and back a few times, each time lingering at his groin suspiciously long. Minutes passed and my curiosity got the better of me again and I cast my gaze back down to his groin. His dick was at full mast as suspected, about 5 inches and sticking right up to his belly. He grasped it with one hand and started wanking hard and fast, his other hand cupping his balls. He must have clocked that I was watching him because he said calmly "Don't worry bro, there won't be any mess, I don't produce cum yet". With that I stood up and prepared to leave, and said, "I'm gonna leave you in peace to 'finish off' bro, cum or no cum, I'll be in the kitchen making breakfast, when your ready come and join me". "Ok bro" Jake replied still wanking hard. "Mind u" he continued, "you might wanna take care of THAT first" he said, pointing at my towel-covered groin, and grinning wider than ever. I had not realised that I was hard too, but my own dick was at full-mast and making an impressive tent in my towel. "Shit" I said, even more confused. Jake winked at me as I turned and left the bathroom. I returned to my room, ignoring my boner and dressed in a grey flannel adidas tracksuit. Once dressed I went to the kitchen to get breakfast on the go, as I passed the bathroom I could hear Jake moaning and groaning, and then silence as he climaxed to his dry orgasm. 5 minutes passed and Jake joined me in the kitchen, surprisingly fully dressed, wearing a plain white t-shirt and cream combat knee-length shorts. Still smiling he boldly announced "bro, that was the BEST shower I have EVER HAD". "You have a BIG dick for a little kid" I exclaimed, not certain as to why I was taking the conversation in that direction, but equally unable to pretend that nothing had happened. "Yh, I know" he said, reacting as if I had stated a fact rather than paid a compliment. "Yours looked f**king impressive too bro" he commented. "You don't need to be shy around me fam, we're brothers after all". "Yes Jake" I replied, "we ARE brothers, and I'm not shy bro" I exaggerated, "I just didn't wanna make u feel uncomfortable while you get to know me and settle in here". I pulled him in for a hug and lovingly wrapped both my arms around him and placed my hands on his back, he reciprocated but placed his hands firmly on my ass. "Does it look like I'm f**king uncomfortable with u bro?" He asked? He gave my ass a gentle squeeze, which caused the blood to start to rush back to my dick which has been untended to so far this morning. I pulled away slightly and answered "No dude, it seems that you have made your self very comfortable indeed". With that Jake stepped back, reached his hand down to my groin, grabbed my swelling bulge through my clothes and ordered: "Now go back to the bathroom and sort this motherf**ker out while I finish off preparing breakfast for us". He looked me in the eyes, winked, squeezed his hand tighter as my dick hardened at his touch. He jerked his hand up and down three or four times before letting go and ordering me to "f**k off, before I whip that beast out and wank it off for you myself". "You joker" I said, as I marched off to the bathroom. I stood at the toilet wanking and wondering if this was normal brother to brother banter, or if this kid was drawing out of me some deep-rooted desires I had not acknowledged previously. All I was certain of was that this kid was far more confident than I was, and that HE was in control of the 'banter', or the 'game' or whatever this was. One thing I knew though, was that I was starting to relax into it, and was intrigued to know where he was gonna take it next. ---------------------------------------------------------- If you have enjoyed the opening chapter of this story, please email me at marcusdacosta@hotmail.co.uk and if there is enough response, chapter two will follow shortly. Nifty needs donations to provide these wonderful stories. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html ------------------