Date: Mon, 7 May 2012 22:42:47 -0400 From: A Le Subject: I Drive Your Truck Part 3 **This is a love story between brothers. There will be many chapters, so be patient and just enjoy the story as it comes.** ****There is not a lot of sex right away in this story, but it will get steamier as it goes, trust me.**** For a few months after my mom died, I felt like time was passing in a haze. The days ran together and became such a blur. Eddie and I had to finish school it was our senior year after all. We both graduated, but it wasn't a big deal. It was just something we had to finish. Most of our attention was on the ranch now. Dad had started drinking heavily, and Mark was taking on more and more responsibility as time passed. I started learning the book side of the business. Not because I wanted to, but because creditors started coming and calling, and we realized Dad wasn't even paying bills. So I took over his desk in the office and started figuring things out. Mark didn't have time for it, he was outside working, trying to keep things going, and Eddie had zero interest in the ranch. I felt obligated for some reason, to try and help mark out. If mark and I hadn't become lovers, maybe it wouldn't have bothered me so much. But I was spending a lot more time with mark than I ever had before. A lot of the time together was not spent fucking, some of it just talking, some of it just holding each other, some of it fucking. Mark liked to fuck me hard and fast and that's how it usually was. He felt awkward, being gentle or loving with me. He wasn't gay, he told me a million times. He wasn't into men. He liked women, always had. It drove him crazy that he had no idea why he wanted me so badly. But he did. And I never told him no. Eddie and I spent a lot of time driving in his truck, it was the last project he and Mark and Dad had done before mom died, and it was important to him. We'd put the music on loud, roll our windows down, and just drive around all those back country roads. Me and Eddie, we were twins, we didn't always have to talk when we were together. It was weird the way we always just knew what the other one was thinking, or feeling, or needing at a certain time. Like the fact that I knew Eddie was unhappy here. He wanted out, and he was just waiting for the day we graduated to make his move. I didn't want him to go, but I knew he had to. He would go stir crazy if he got stuck on this ranch for the rest of his life. He needed to get out, and live, and I knew he would go without me. It wasn't something I liked to think about. Eddie was my other half, he was part me and I was part him, and the thought of him leaving here was almost unbearable. But it was going to happen. Me and Mark talked about Eddie a lot, Mark knew he was going to, and he was worried about how I was going to take it. I told Mark it would be alright, Eddie and I were close but we would be alright apart. Me and mark also knew that I was lying when I said that. But that's what you do. You say what people need to hear, and you try and make your way along best you can. One night I'd crept into Marks room late after the house was quiet, and I found him standing at the window, staring out into the darkness. When I shut the door behind me gently, he was suddenly grabbing me by my arms tightly. He shook me, his face inches from mine, "Why do you keep coming in here? Why do you torment me like this? Why Eric? Why? I can't keep myself away from you, but this isn't right, it isn't and you know it and I know it. We're brothers, not lovers, I'm not even gay like you." The way he said that last statement, "I'm not even gay like you." Hurt me so badly. I don't think he realized how it pained me to hear him say it that way, and I blinked up at him slowly, whispering, "I'm not a disease Mark." Because that's what he'd made me feel like. As if being gay was a disease. My words made him stop shaking me, thankfully. But my older brother was angry, furious, and suddenly he shoved me, face forward, up against the wall. His fingers were all over me, yanking at m y pants, ripping them down. His other hand was grabbing hold of my wrists, and he shoved them over my head against the wall, pinning me there. Within moments my brother shoved his hard, throbbing eight inch cock inside my ass, dry, without any kind of lubrication. I opened my mouth to scream and suddenly he was shoving a sock inside my mouth. It muffled the scream, and with that muffled, he really went to town. He was much larger than me, and he was so angry! I could hear his heavy breathing, feel his hot breath against my skin. He wasn't saying anything now, he was too angry for that. Instead he punished me by brutalizing me. By making me feel like nothing more than a hole for him to use. I struggled against him, tried to get my hands free from his grip. But the more I struggled, the more angry he became. He tightened his grip, and his thrusts grew harder, more demanding than before. My slender body was being slammed into the wall repeatedly, and I knew I was going to end up with bruises after this. Mark grabbed me with his other hand around my waist and he yanked me from the wall and threw me to the floor. I hit my knees hard, and then he was on top of me again. His fingers tangled in my hair and he shoved my face forward until it hit the floor, and his cock was thrusting into my ass again. He was so demanding, wanting nothing but my ass for his taking. The brutal fucking lasted a long while, Mark was angry, turned on, and he took out his pain and confusion on my tight hole. Even though this felt like an attack, and was full of anger and pain, my cock was hard beneath me. And when mark smacked my ass a few times, and wrapped his hand around the back of my neck to keep me pinned down, I came against the floor below, my cries of pleasure buried in that sock in my mouth. Mark soon came after me, and he shot his load all over my ass and back, the way he liked to do. When it was over, I lay there on the floor, breathing hard, feeling the pain of my stretched hole, fucked dry the way it was. I didn't even realize that I'd had tears roll down my cheeks until I felt their damp trails on my skin. I felt his big hands then, suddenly gentle in their touch. They picked me up, cradled me against his big body, and he lay me down gently on his bed. Crawling in next to me he pulled the blankets up, wrapping his arms around me tightly. I didn't say anything. I didn't know what to say. And Mark was quiet as well. Soon we slept, but that night stayed with me for a long time. After that night, Mark tried to be more gentle. He knew he'd hurt me, and I knew he was sorry, but he wasn't ever going to say it out loud. Instead, he always made sure he had lube when he fucked me, he never tried to hurt me on purpose again. The day after me and Eddie graduated high school, our dad decided to quit. And I mean quit. He quit his life. He came downstairs the next morning, with a suitcase in his hand. We, me Eddie, and Mark, were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. The sun wasn't even up yet, and there he was, standing there in the kitchen holding that old fashioned square plastic suitcase. His eyes looked at each of us in turn and then he looked down. "I'm leaving boys. I can't stand to live here anymore without your ma. We built this home together and without her here, well..." He broke off, while we just stared at him, confused. And then he looked up at us, shrugging, "She always wanted to travel, I always told her one day we will. We never did. So I'm going to travel. I don't know where I'm going don't know where I'll end up, but I can't stay here another day." Mark stood up slowly, looking at him. "Pa, you can't leave like this. What are we going to do? What about the ranch? They just graduated high school!" He was getting upset, his face turning red. But our dad, he just stood his ground. His shoulders slumped, as if life had beaten him. "I'm sorry boys. I signed the ranch over to you Mark, I left all the money I got from your mom's death on the desk with the paperwork." He started to leave, and turned in the doorway once more, "I love you, and I'll always love you." And with that, he walked out of our lives. As if the last 21 years had never happened. He was gone, in his old beat-up truck, leaving me and Eddie and Mark all alone in this house that just months before had been a happy family. The next few days after dad left were a little crazy. We had no idea what to do. But Mark decided he wasn't going to stop working the ranch, it was what he loved. I didn't have any huge plans to do anything now that I was graduated from high school, so I told him I'd stay on and continue to help with the books and the work like I'd been doing. Eddie wasn't having any of it though. That night he came home, to tell us he'd enlisted in the army. He was shipping out in a week for boot camp. I wasn't surprised, I'd always known he would be leaving us. Eddie didn't belong trapped on the ranch, he was too wild and needed to be set free. It didn't make it any easier for me. Those last few days before he left were the best we ever had. We spent them in his truck, driving around, talking like we always did. We'd park out in the middle of the field at night and lay in the truck of the bed and just stare up at the stars. We talked about things he might see, places he might get to go. We talked about all his dreams, and how excited he was. He really was excited. I was excited for him, too! During that last week that Eddie was with us, me and Mark didn't do anything we shouldn't. Mark acted like he always did, like he'd never fucked the shit out of me not so very long ago. And he told Eddie he was worried about him, but to be careful, to enjoy his time, to know we loved him and to come home when he could. It was so odd, the three of us, grown up so quickly, our parents gone. But we were still a family, at least to us we were, and that's all that mattered. Brothers for life, no matter the ups and downs. The morning Eddie left I hugged him tighter than I ever had. He was my other half, half of me, we'd shared a womb and everything in our lives since then. I wasn't ready for him to leave me, but I wasn't going to hold him back. I kept a brave face on, a soft smile, hugged him as tight as I could, and then he got on the bus and left. We took his truck back to the house, put it in the barn, and then Mark and I were alone in the house. For a few moments, we just looked at each other. So many things left unsaid. I was so unsure about what had happened over the last few months between me and Mark, and now we were left completely alone in this huge house. I knew Mark wasn't gay like me, he liked women, he wanted to get married, wanted to have children. But there was this thing between us that neither of us knew how to control. He suddenly got up, left the room, and I sat in the kitchen, wondering what this was going to be like now. Just us in this big old house. I stood up and went to the sink to rinse out a water glass, and then I heard Mark returning. His boot steps were heavy, and before I could even turnaround he pinned me to the sink. His hands were at my waist, yanking my pants down, and I felt slick fingers slide up my ass roughly, rubbing against my little hole there. Moments later I was bent against that counter and Mark was sliding his huge cock inside my ass slowly. His mouth was near my ear, and he groaned deeply as he filled me up completely, going balls deep inside my body. Once he was there, he pulled back just as slowly. Tormenting me with the entire hot, hard, throbbing length of him. My fingers were gripping the counter tightly, and he pushed my head down, causing me to moan. We didn't have to hide anymore. No one was here, no one would see us. It was just us here. We could do whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. I loved Mark so much, I didn't know what it was we were doing, but I loved how it felt. My cock was so hard and I reached down, wrapping my hand around it tightly. "Mark please..." I groaned, trembling as his thrusts grew a little faster, harder, pushing me up onto my toes. His growl in my ear let me know how much he was enjoying being inside me. I would grow to love that growl over the next few years, as this was just the beginning of our long love affair. Comments welcome. Part 4 coming soon.