Date: Thu, 14 Aug 2008 19:09:57 -0700 (PDT) From: Jon D Subject: It's What Brothers Do Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between actual people, places or events is a mere coincidence and is not intended or planned. The story contains imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If it is illegal or unlawful in anyway to read this material in the place that you live, please stop here. This work is restricted to persons eighteen (18) years of age or older who do not object to reading material of this kind. Please feel free to send story comments, ideas, and future story suggestions to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com. "It's What Brothers Do" We live in a small mill town way south of the Mason Dixon line. My family has been here since Mr. Lincoln's war of aggression. That's the Civil War to all you from up north. Our town is a small place, maybe five thousand people, all of whom are somehow connected to the mill. The smell in the air sometimes makes your eyes water, but as Dad says, "Son, that's the smell of money!" I'm Derek, age 17 and I'm just starting my senior year in high school. I'm a first team wide receiver for our football team, the "Lumberjacks". Like I said, everybody is connected to the mill. When a kid needs a job it usually isn't too hard to get one. Many kids just know they're going to grow up, pick up a chain saw, and cut wood for mill. Not much to look forward to I guess. Anyway, I was in algebra class when there was a knock on the door and my teacher Mr. Grant opened it. There was a rustle in the room and everyone got real quiet. Sheriff Madsen stepped inside. I scrunched down in my chair and tried to hide. I kicked the legs of the chair ahead of me and our quarterback, Nate Collins looked back. "I nodded toward the door."It's MadMan!" I whispered and we both slouched lower with worried looks on our faces. "You think he knows about the beer bust after the game Saturday?" Nate whispered. "Dunno!" I whispered back. Mr. Grant and the Sheriff spoke for a couple of minutes and then Mr. Grant pointed back in our direction. "Shit!" I heard Nate whisper. "We're fucked!" I whispered back. Sheriff Madsen slowly walked down the aisle toward us and both Nate and I tried to avoid eye contact. He finally stopped right in front of me. "You need to come with me son!" he said quietly. I was surprised I didn't get my ass hauled out of the chair by the scruff of my neck. "Yes Sir" I said and hung my head low. "I'm in deep shit!" I thought as we walked to the front of the classroom and into the hallway. Sheriff Madsen didn't say a word as he led me down the hall and out the front doors. "What's this about sir?" I managed to squeak out of a very dry mouth. My stomach was in a knot and I felt like I was going to pee my pants. The Sheriff nodded as he opened the door to the squad car and I got hint I was supposed to sit down and shut up. The Sheriff came around the front and climbed in. It was then that he looked at me. "I need to take you home to your momma" he said gently, "there's been an accident at the mill." I got scared, real scared. The fear washed over me and tears started to come to my eyes. My daddy? Has he been hurt?" The Sheriff just looked out the front of the window. "We need to get you home" he said and started the car. Tears flowed down my cheeks. The fear of what he said was made greater by what he didn't say. As we reached the house I jumped out of the car almost before it came to a full stop. I ran in the front door of my house and was surprised to see a small crowd of faces. People were sitting and standing and talking. I finally saw my mother and it was easy to see she had been crying for a long time. I froze, not able to walk to her. Our eyes locked. I knew! I knew, and I started to cry like I was a child again. My mother was helped up off the couch by our preacher and she came to me and hugged me tightly. "Your daddy's gone to heaven! She whispered in soft sobs. I couldn't control my tears. We cried for a long time. "What happened?" I finally managed to ask. Momma eased me back just a little so she could look in my eyes. She gently turned me and Mr. Jackson the mill manager came closer. "A roll broke loose" he said softly. I remembered seeing the huge rolls of paper and knew that they weighed several tons. If one rolled onto or over someone, well there wasn't anything going to stop it. "We'll find out exactly what happened" Mr. Jackson said, "but we know right now your Daddy didn't do anything wrong." The next hour seemed a blur and honestly I don't remember much. Then, through the fog, a thought broke through. "Trevor!" I sobbed, "Where's Trevor?" How could I forget my little brother? My God! I looked around frantically. Momma came up to me again and hugged me. She rocked me in her arms, "Nanna's going to get him at school." She said. "He don't need to know just yet" I looked at the clock and saw that it would be a couple more hours until the end of the school day." I wiped the new tears from my eyes, sniffed and calmed down a bit. "I'm going with Nanna" I said firmly. My mother's eyes grew watery again. She nodded. She knew she couldn't change my mind. We hugged some more. At three thirty Nanna and I sat in the car in front of the middle school and watched as the kids poured out. Trevor is just a month or two shy of being thirteen, he's 5'5" and weighs about 115 pounds. He has a well proportioned body and though slim, is starting to get a little definition in his arms. He plays youth baseball. I gave Nanna a glance, and she nodded as I got out of the car and leaned against the rear door. Trev ran up with a huge grin on his face, his back pack flying wildly. "Derek!" he screamed in delight and threw his arms around me. "Hey squirt!" I whispered, knowing that in about ten seconds my brother's world was going to be shattered forever. I hugged him close, trying in some way to keep him safe. He pulled back sensing something wasn't right. "What?" he asked. He got a quizzical look on his face and then took a half step back staring at me. "WHAT?" he said again with a more worried look on his face. "Dad got hurt at work!" I said softly. "Is he alright? Trev asked, tears starting to fill his eyes. "Sorry Trevy" I sobbed. Trev looked at me shaking his head; he looked past me and finally saw Nanna was in the car and not Mom. "Oh God" he cried and sat down on the ground and sobbed. I sat down next to him and hugged him. We both cried for a long time. When we were both finally cried out I hugged Trev close, nuzzled him on the neck and whispered in his ear, "Time to go home!" and we slowly climbed to our feet. The next hours and days went by as if they were part of a dream. I vaguely remember the service at the church, the crowd gathered at the grave, and our family standing for a final few minutes with Dad. I suppose a week went by and then both Trev and I had to go back to school. It was hard and all, but, my friends were cool and gave me the space I needed. Nate came to the funeral and stayed close, calling me a few times while I was home. I suppose he felt obligated because he was in class with me the day the sheriff came to get me. I thanked him for being there when I needed him. I tried to go to football practice, but my heart wasn't in it anymore. I spoke to coach and he agreed it would be a good idea for me to let it go. Coach told the team I was needed at home and that was why I was leaving the team. It wasn't exactly the truth but the guys were cool and supported me. A couple of months went by and things settled into a routine. All of us missed Dad, and there were lots of sad days. Some days things were better and we even laughed a little. Trev was bouncing back faster than Mom and me. In fact I was getting a little worried about Mom. The lawyer from the company came and talked to Mom. She asked me to sit in. Dad had insurance, there enough to pay off the house, there was extra to leave us some money to live on each month, and rest paid all the funeral expenses. Essentially all our debts would be paid and the house was ours forever. Mom nodded without asking too many questions. "We'll get by" she said with a weak smile. Then the lawyer played his last card. "Accidents like this sometimes bring out tough talk, more lawyers, court cases and such." He said earnestly. "We know something went terribly wrong at the mill" he continued. "We'd like to take away your worries and settle this today just between us." The company man said. I saw him hand a check across the table made out to Momma for just under a million dollars. "To be honest" the lawyer said, if you fight us in court and get a sympathetic jury you'll probably win much, much, more than this, but it could take years." He paused for a moment. "On the other hand, you could take this and move on." Momma looked at me and seemed unable to make a decision. I don't know where I got the nerve, but I spoke up. "Sir" I said quietly but firmly. "You seem a good man and all and I am trusting you to be honest with us." I stopped to form my next thought. I took a breath, "I think you can do a little better!" Momma looked at me as if I had just farted in church. The lawyer smiled a little. "What do you have in mind?" he asked me. I was really making it up as I was going along. I had no idea what I was doing. "Well" I stammered, "Let's just say that's fine for Momma. What do you have in mind for Trev and for me?" The lawyer smiled again. "You have to help me out" he said gently. "What are you thinking?" My guts were churning and my knees were trembling. Momma just sat amazed and silent. "Well we will probably need college tuition, some spending money, a truck for me now and one for Trev when he's older." I stopped talking and the lawyer thought for a moment, then looked at Momma. "If we did something like that plus this check would that be all you need?" Momma looked at me and I nodded. She said softly, "Yes sir that would be mighty generous of ya'll" The lawyer looked at me and held out his hand. "Sir, we have a deal!" We shook hands and I sat back in my chair speechless and a little weak, but pleased with myself. As the next few weeks passed, Mom drew more and more into herself and most of the joy of life seemed to drain away. Since I didn't have football practice I came home as early as I could and helped clean house, wash clothes, and make some supper for us all. I could see Trev was sad more and more of the time as well. It was a Saturday night and Mom had gone to bed early when I walked passed Trev's room. He was crying. I almost walked passed, as happened most nights. This time I stopped and knocked softly and walked in. Trev looked up, his face wet with tears. "I really miss him Derek" he said and sobbed a little. I sat down on the bed and hugged him. "I know" I said, "I do too". We held each other like that for maybe half an hour and then I looked down to see Trev asleep in my arms. I lay back and cradled him and closed my eyes. We were still that way in the morning. After that Saturday night things slowly started to happen between Trev and I. A couple of times Trev came to my room after I was in bed and asked if he could stay with me for a little while. I would make room for him to crawl in and would hold each other until he fell asleep. One night Trevor showed up just as I was in the middle of some "business". I quickly tossed a blanket over myself and pulled my boxers back up over my junk as he settled in. He turned to me and wiggled up close. "Fuck, I'm horny" I thought as he snuggled in tighter. We were quiet for a few minutes. "You got a boner" Trev whispered as he looked up at me with a little grin. "Um, Ya" I stuttered. He giggled. "Let me feel it" he laughed and before I could say a word he rubbed the front of my boxers and then wrapped his hand around my cock. My boxers were now fully tented. I groaned a little with the feeling. "Trevor" I grunted, "Don't do that". Trev grinned and let my cock go for a moment and then he his fingers under the waist band of my underwear just touching the top of my bare dick. "Feel good?" He giggled. "Oh God" I moaned and reached down to pull his hand out of my pants. "Stop that!" I warned using my "or I'll pound your little ass voice". Trev pouted a little. "I can make cum now" Trev whispered. "What?" I asked turning to him. "You know, make sperm?" he said. "I know what cum means" I said without adding the word Dufus! "When did that start?" I asked. Trev smiled, "about three weeks ago". I smiled, "my little bro is growing up" I said, and we both giggled. It was quiet for a couple of minutes more. "Now I'm hard too" Trev moaned. He rolled on his side to face me. I turned to him. He reached for my cock again and I started to push his hand away. This time he pulled my hand back and planted it firmly on the front of his tighty whities. His eyes seemed to plead with me. I softly cupped his dick and balls, feeling his warmth and the pulse of his hard flesh. He stuffed his hand back into my pants and on my dick in a flash. I caressed his package slowly. With everything we had gone through with dad's death and all the rest it seemed we both needed to be close to someone. Trev slowly stroked my cock and his small hand felt wonderful on my dick. Without losing eye contact I slid my fingers under his belly button and deep into the space between his legs. "Shit" Trev moaned as he wiggled to put his dick closer to my hand. We stroked each other slowly and lovingly. I put my forehead against my brother's. Our lips were barely an inch apart. Trev leaned his chin up and kissed me lightly. I kissed him back in the same way. "My first kiss" he whispered and snuggled closer. Teen boys don't last very long when someone has a hand on their cock. It was a close call as to which one of us would cum first. I heard Trev's grunts and moans increase and his breathing became ragged. "Oh God," he moaned, "Oh God" and I continued my stroking so he could get his nut. "Do it" I whispered in his ear as he raised his hips off the bed and pushed is crotch tighter into my hand. "Derek", he mumbled "don't stop, please don't stop". I nuzzled close to his ear and kissed him softly on the neck as I masturbated him. "Oh, Oh" he grunted and I felt his dick swell a little as he drew close to his orgasm. He grunted again, "Gonna do it" he mumbled, "Gonna do it" and then I felt his cock jerk and four hot jets of boy juice shot out on to my belly. I stroked him a few more times as his cum continued to dribble out of the end of his cock and mess my hand. The feel of his warm cum was all it took to put me over the edge as well. "Oh God" I grunted as I felt my balls tighten up, cum fill my dick, and squirt out the end. The spasms in my nut sack were so intense I could barely believe it. Shot after shot of sperm flew out of my dick and landed on my brother's chest and T-Shirt. "Fuck!" I moaned as I rubbed my penis in circles against his stomach and spread my cum around and around. I rested the head of my dick in his belly button and let the last few drops of dick drool settle there. The room was quiet except for our fast breathing and the slow descent from our sexual high. "That was awesome!" Trev finally whispered as we both gently continued to play with each other's soft and messy cocks. "Yeah" I whispered back. "Incredible!" We stayed face to face on our sides for another ten minutes before finally I broke it up. "We're a fucking mess!" I giggled. Trev laughed. "Thanks Derek that was the best!" Trev said gently and kissed me lightly on the lips. I returned his kiss with love. "You're welcome!" I said and we both grinned. "Is this what all brother's do?" Trev asked as we started to get up from the bed. "I don't know" I shrugged my shoulders. I wonder? Here ends this chapter. If you like it and want more please write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com. I have a feeling this is just the start for these guys. Let me know what you think!