Date: Tue, 23 Sep 2008 20:16:39 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jon D <playbuddy123@yahoo.com>
Subject: Its What Brother's Do- 11

Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters
and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This chapter
contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between a teenage boy and
girl; and two teen boys. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal
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It's What Brothers Do -- 11                            (m/f, m/m)


I was sitting in the living room on Saturday morning eating a doughnut and
reading the paper. Momma came in and sat down as I was finishing the sports
page. She sat quietly for a couple of minutes and then looked at me.

"Derek, I need some advice," she said softly, "Jerry Pruett stopped by this
week."

Mr. Pruett had been Daddy's best friend. They had been friends in High
School and had hunted, fished, and done almost everything else together
since then. After Daddy died we all missed seeing him.

"He said that the union boys need my help. The mill hasn't moved fast
enough to make things safer over there. He and the boys are worried there
might be another accident like your Daddy's."

I could see this was hard for Momma. "What is it that he wants you to do?"

"He thinks that if I go to some of their meetings and talk to the men, they
can get support and force the mill into making changes."

I thought for a moment. "You know what Daddy would say, `you do what you
feel is right.'"

Momma forced a little smile and shook her head gently. "I've seen union
trouble before. It can get hard, real hard."

"Momma, you do what you need to do. Don't you worry about me or Trevor."

Momma sat quietly for a time. I watched her think it all through. She
finally sat back, I guessed she had decided. "I'm going to do it," she said
softly. "Your Daddy would have done most anything to help the men out. I
don't want another family to have to go through what we been through."

I got up and went to Momma, gave her a hug and a little kiss on the
cheek. "You give `em hell, Momma," I whispered in her ear.

We both laughed.

* * * *

That was the start of more changes at our house. Right after lunch, Momma
told Trevor to clean up the kitchen. He thought about starting an argument,
but could see Momma had business on her mind. When you saw that, you best
just step out of the way.

While Trevor cleaned the kitchen, Momma told me to get the car out of the
garage. Momma hadn't driven much since the accident. She asked for rides
from friends or depended on me. I watched her go to the little corner where
she keeps her household bills; she started to rummage through the drawers,
searching for something.

"Did you get the car out of the garage?" Momma asked.

"Yes, ma'am," I answered, a little bewildered about what was going on.

"I want you to clean out the trash in there, and shine things up a bit,"
She said while she continued her search. "We're making a change."

"A new car?" I grinned.

"Not new," Momma said firmly, "But I guess if I'm going to have work to do,
I better have a way to get there."

I cleaned up the car while Trevor finished in the kitchen. On one of my
trips inside to throw stuff away, I told Trev the news and he gave a whoop
and a smile.

* * * *

We spent the rest of the afternoon looking at cars. Trevor and I tried to
show Momma all the sporty ones. Momma wasn't keen on those, so we kept
looking. A couple of hours later, at the third of three dealers in the
area, Momma found something she liked. She asked me what I thought about
the price and I told her it seemed a little high.

The salesman came out, we took it for a drive, and Momma was pleased. After
my experience with the mill lawyer at the time of Daddy's accident, I
figured we didn't have anything to lose. So, I spoke up when it came time
to make the deal.

In the end, I thought we came out pretty good, but the way the salesman
smiled, I think he came out better.

* * * *

Just as Momma predicted, word quickly got around town that the mill was
having labor troubles. Momma went to one meeting after another almost every
night for two weeks. She was also busy going here and there during the
day. Most of our school friends had at least one parent in the union, so it
wasn't too hard on Trevor or me. There are some management folks at church
and that was a little harder. As time went on, the local retailers got
worried. If folks at the mill were to stop working, they also would stop
buying.

* * * *

Valentine's Day finally arrived. I had a nervous stomach all day. I washed
my truck and cleaned everything up real good. Then, I showered and picked
out my clothes, including a new shirt I had bought just for the occasion.

Trevor was in the doorway of my room. "You look nice." He said softly.

I turned and smiled. "Think Jess will like my outfit?"

Trev smiled. "You look great! I'd like it if you took me out someplace
looking like that. I'm sure Jess will too."

I went back to combing my hair.

"Derek? Next Valentines day, when Jess is at school, will you take me out?
Just the two of us, to someplace special?"

I turned to look at Trev and laughed. "Sure, why not?" Trev got a wide
smile on his face.

"Cool" he grinned, and happily left the room.

I picked Jessica up about six. When I got to the door, I handed her a small
yellow rose; she grinned from ear to ear and kissed me on the cheek. We
were off to a good start.

We went to the restaurant and I made a point of telling her she could have
anything she wanted on the menu. We had a fine meal: with the low lights
and a candle on the table, it was very romantic. We took a little drive,
and then stopped by the High School. There was supposed to be a dance, but
as we suspected, it wasn't very well attended. The dances during football
season are way better.

We were back at her place about ten thirty. Jess said her folks were out
until late, so we had the place to ourselves. She found a couple of sodas
and we settled in the downstairs family room. She put on soft music and we
cuddled close. We chatted a bit, held hands, and kissed from time to
time. We were going slow, enjoying that we were together.

When I felt the time was right, I handed her the small box I had been
guarding for weeks.

As she took off the wrapping, she looked at me, and smiled.

"It's beautiful," Jess whispered as she took the ring out and slid it on
her finger. It was a little too big and it wouldn't stay in place.

"We can get it to fit right later," I offered. "The store said it's easy to
do."

Jess wrapped her arms around me; hugging me tight.

"It's perfect" She said, and we kissed again.

She snuggled into my neck and whispered in my ear. "I love you, you know
that?"

"I love you too, Jess," I said gently, and my eyes grew wet.

The minutes passed and we kissed, hugged, and stayed close. At one point I
lay back on the couch and playfully pulled Jess on top of me. We kissed
like that for a while, and then, when she began to feel a little heavy on
me, I rolled us onto our sides. I softly felt her tits; and she whimpered
as I started to touch her in other places.

"Wait," She said, and then got to her feet. "I'll be right back."

Jess ran up the stairs and I thought, "Damn, just when things were getting
interesting." I moved my dick to a little more comfortable spot in my
pants.

She was back a few minutes later. She had changed into a matching top and
bottom track suit kind of thing. It was soft, pink, and pretty in a girlie
kind of way.

"I hope you didn't mind?" She said as she cuddled up to me again. "I needed
to get more comfortable."

I wrapped my arms around her and we got cozy again. We started kissing, and
my hands went back to what they had been doing. This time, when I got to
her tits, I found that she had taken off her bra. I slowly pulled down the
zipper of her top. We stared at each other, and, when she didn't stop me, I
pulled it down further. I reached my hand in. When my fingers brushed
against her nipple she moaned. I tenderly cupped her breast, fondled her
boob, and when we kissed again it was with passion.

It wasn't too long before I moved my hand down into her pants. As I touched
her there, she unzipped me and started stroking my penis. I loved the feel
of her hand on my dick. I rubbed her mound and played around a little. Then
I moved my hand back to feel her ass. I felt her buns, ran a finger up and
down her slit and then pulled her closer to me.

I guess you could say things just happened after that. I pushed her track
bottoms down, so I could have more room to play. I caressed her bare ass
and then her pussy. She unbuckled my belt and tugged at my pants and
underwear. I kicked at them until they were off. I rolled us over again,
this time I was on top and she was beneath me. I moved my hips a little in
a thrusting motion. She held my dick firmly in her hand and allowed it to
rub up and down in the folds of her mound. We both kind of went crazy. I
kissed her deeply and she let go of my cock, wrapped her arms around me,
and spread her legs wider.

"Are you sure?" I said softly.

"I love you so much," She whispered, kissing me softly.

She continued to rub her crotch against my cock. We both wanted this to
happen.

I stared into her eyes as this time I pulled her track bottoms all the way
off. She and I were now both totally naked from the waist down.

"I didn't bring anything," I said, thinking some condoms would be a good
idea right about now.

"It's ok," Jess said a little embarrassed, "We can still do it; this time
of the month is safe for me."

We both grinned and were glad we could keep going.

I wish I could tell you everything after that was romantic and
beautiful. To be honest, we were a little clumsy; it got embarrassing, and
as it turned out, painful for Jess. When I did finally manage to get my
penis inside her, I shot so soon we barely had started, and it was all
over. I think I was balls deep in her belly for, like, maybe three minutes,
but I couldn't hold back and spunked. Trevor's ass is tighter and fucking
him is much more fun.

She was kind about it, and said it was nice all the same.

We kissed for another half hour and then we heard her parents upstairs. We
quickly got back into our clothes and I said my goodbyes.

The next couple of weeks went quickly. I made a point to stop at the big
box store and buy condoms, so we'd be ready the next time Jess and I got
together.  When we finally went on another date, she didn't want to try
doing it again. She said it hurt too much the first time. We went back to
just feeling each other up when we kissed.

* * * *

The paper mill and the union were still far apart in their talks, and Momma
said things could get worse. I was seeing a side to our town I had never
seen before. There was anger, worry, and neighbors seemed to be choosing up
sides. It was getting scary, real scary.

One day after school, I came home to find Mr. Jackson, the mill manager,
sitting in the living room with Momma. My face instantly went red and I
felt my anger rise.

"I think you best leave, sir!" I said sternly, my heart pounding and ready
for a brawl.

Mr. Jackson took one look at me and knew I meant business. "Derek, I'm
trying to stop all this," he said gently. "Will ya hear me out?"

Momma nodded at me, I chilled a little, and sat down. Mr. Jackson went on
to explain what they had done to make things safer at the mill. They had
added a second man to one of the roller crews to watch the paper and look
for any problems. If Daddy had been warned the roll was loose he might have
been able to get out of the way. They had reviewed their maintenance plan
and had replaced some worn parts. He let us know about some things they
still wanted to do. Finally, he told us about things that the union had
asked for, but the mill owners just weren't ever going to do because they
cost too much.

Momma and I listened carefully. I slowly came to the realization this
wasn't simply a matter of choosing one side or the other. It was much more
complicated than that.

Momma is a shrewd judge of character and truthfulness. She carefully looked
Mr. Jackson in the eyes, and I knew she could tell that this wasn't
bullshit. "I'll talk to Jerry," Momma finally said, "But you need to talk
to the owners, too."

Mr. Jackson stood. "Ma'am, can we get this settled?"

Momma looked at me and smiled softly. She got a far away look in her
eyes. I knew she was thinking about Daddy. "You need to give some," she
said, looking back at Mr. Jackson, "But so do the union boys. You have my
word I'll give it a try. We both owe it to the young ones still coming up."
She looked at me and gave a weak smile.

"You have my word" Mr. Jackson said softly and touched my shoulder on his
way out.

* * * *

In the end, it took a full day and half the night in a negotiating meeting
to reach a deal. Both sides asked Momma to attend. She came for part of the
evening and from what I'm told, gave both sides a bit of her sharp
tongue. Things started to move after that.

The next day, the town newspaper ran the headline that the labor troubles
were over. The story said that Momma was the key to bringing about the
settlement. Having been in arguments with Trevor, I had no doubt that Momma
could settle a fight if she put her mind to it.

* * * *

Life started to get back to normal.  Well, I guess normal for our family is
that there is no normal. It was only a few days after all the union stuff,
that the phone rang and Momma learned that Nanna was sick. She was in the
hospital, but things were coming along. Momma was told not to worry, but of
coarse she did. She finally decided she couldn't sit at home while Nanna
was alone, so she packed up. She told us she'd be back in two or three
days. Her final words were "You boys behave."

That night, I had a date with Jess, and Trevor stayed home. Justin was
allowed to visit for a while, but then his mother wanted him home. I knew I
could trust Trev to take care of himself for part of the time, so I just
let things be.

When I got back home, Trev was lying on the floor in the living room, deep
into a movie. He barely noticed or cared that I had come in.

I told him I was going to change; he shrugged and dismissed me with an
"OK."

After changing into sleep pants and a white-T, I came back downstairs. "How
about some popcorn?" I asked.

Trev turned and smiled. "Excellent!"

I got busy in the kitchen, and soon brought out a big bowl with a couple of
sodas. Trev went to the hall closet and pulled down a blanket. We cuddled
on the couch with snacks and drinks.

After the first movie ended I put in another, and somewhere along the line,
we both fell asleep.

Hours later, I woke up and squinted to read the clock on the DVD player. It
was just past two in the morning. I shook my arm to try to get the tingles
out. Trevor had rolled over and parked his weight on it. I hadn't been able
to move most of the night. Gradually, the feeling came back to my
fingers. I carefully unwrapped myself from Trevor and got off the couch. I
needed to pee and that was my first stop.

When I came back downstairs, Trevor was curled up in the blanket, still
sound asleep. I crawled on the couch and pulled my brother close. Watching
him sleep like that brought back lots of memories. He was warm, cuddly, and
looked very sweet. I guess I fell asleep again, because it was maybe four
in the morning when this time Trev got up. He headed upstairs in a hurry. I
guess drinking soda at bed time does that.

I was half awake when he cuddled up to me again. A few minutes went by and
I felt Trevor's hand wiggle between my legs. He stroked me for a couple of
minutes. He must have gotten bored with that, because a moment later I felt
his hand exploring under my T-shirt and then down into my pants.

"That feels nice," I said softly. I tried to stay in my dream world.

Trevor made a little, "Uh huh." Sound.

We both lay sleepy and contented. Trev softly stroked me. I was hard, but
not horny if you know what I mean. I think we could have stayed like that
for a long time. After a while though, I think Trevor got horny. I felt him
work my dick a little stronger; naturally it responded. Trev snuggled into
me, scooted up to nuzzle my neck with his nose and then playfully licked my
ear. His hand still gently worked my meat.

"You want some fun?" he said sleepily.

I wrapped an arm around him. "Yup," I said softly, "If you do."

"We need lube though," he said dreamily.

I looked around the room. Where was I going to find that? I really didn't
want to break up our cozy moment. On the lamp table by Momma's chair I saw
a small jar of hand cream. I gently crawled over Trevor and took the three
steps to the table. He looked over his shoulder and I showed him. He nodded
and snuggled back into the blanket. I put a glop of hand lotion on my cock
head and then ran my fist down the shaft. I put some more on two fingers.

As I reached the couch, I got on my knees and tenderly pulled Trevor's legs
toward me. He naturally bent at the waist, rolled onto his tummy and ended
up kneeling facing the back cushion. I gently pulled down the waist band of
his sleep pants exposing his ass. He burrowed deeper into the blanket with
his arms and chest as I bared his bottom. His creamy soft butt peeked out
and the soft light from the street made it look like ivory. I leaned down
and gave each cheek a tiny kiss. Trev enjoyed that and wiggled.

"Nice," he mumbled.

I gently spread his butt cheeks. His tiny hole was tightly closed and there
wasn't a single hair anywhere. I blew some warm air along his crack and
then put the lotion on his pucker. He jumped a little.

"That's cold," he complained, moving his ass away.

"Don't worry, I've got something warm to put in there," I joked.

"Promise?" Trev giggled, with that he offered me his rear again.

I slowly pushed my grease coated finger into his anus. I wiggled it and
then shoved it as far as I could up his tunnel, Trevor purred with
happiness. I slowly twisted my hand around while Trevor rocked back and
forth fucking himself. Still on my knees behind him, I crawled a little
closer, and put my dick up against his entrance. Trev moaned when he felt
my cock back there. He pushed his ass back toward me. The flared head of my
penis spread his fanny and then entered his rectum. We paused for a moment
and then I eased forward as he leaned back. My dick slowly penetrated
deeper and deeper into Trevor's ass. My brother eagerly spread his legs as
my shaft stretched and then filled his rear end. It took only a moment and
I was pubes deep and as far as I could get up his butt.

Trev snuggled deeper into the blanket and made a soft moan of happiness. He
was relaxed, comfortable, and looked just like he did when he was a baby in
his crib. The difference was that his bare ass was hanging out and my cock
was buried six inches up his butt. I started to slowly pump. I made a long
deliberate pull out, followed by a quick thrust back in. I had shot a load
when I was with Jess, so I wasn't feeling any pressure to go fast. I held
my brother by his slim hips and steadily fucked his rear end. I loved the
warm feel of his cotton T-Shirt on top and his naked ass on the bottom.

Trevor grunted any time I slammed into him a little harder than usual, but
over all he still seemed to be in dreamland. I pounded his butt for maybe
fifteen minutes enjoying the feel of his tight hole sucking on my
dick. When my knees started getting sore from the carpet, I reluctantly
pulled out.

"Crawl up on the sofa," I urged. Trev sleepily did as he was told. I got
him stretched out face down and I lay over him; I aimed my dick between his
cheeks and let my weight settle sinking my penis back into his warm ass. I
flexed my hips, fucked him deep, and screwed my cock back and forth. Trev
must have enjoyed that, because he moaned every time my balls slapped
against his cheeks. His grunts, moans, and the tightness of his thirteen
year old butt hole finally put me over the top.

"Gonna shoot," I grunted, as I stuffed my cock back up Trevor's rear end
for the final round. I felt my body go stiff, my muscles tighten, and my
nuts cut loose. I didn't feel the usual jet of cum, but I shuddered and
knew I was shooting. My orgasm went on and on and felt amazing. My jiz just
dribbled out instead of squirting. I screwed my cock around in Trevor's
butt making sure my cream was stuffed in deep. I loved the tight grip of
his ass as he squeezed my shaft with his butt hole and tried to milk more
of my juice out.

"Fuck, I love the feel of that," Trevor whimpered as he felt my dick get
slimy and slick with a fresh coating of ass juice and sperm. "Keep doing
it" he pleaded thrusting his butt up against my crotch.

I fucked in and out a few more times, but then was I exhausted. I collapsed
on his back.

We lay unmoving for a few minutes until finally Trevor complained.

"You can get off me any time now," he groaned, apparently tired of my
weight.

I rolled off his back, and we turned so we could be face to face. We
cuddled for a few minutes. Just as I was about to ask Trevor if he had
gotten off, I heard him take a ragged breath; then he started to snore. He
had fallen asleep just that quickly.

"Hope you had fun, Squirt." I yawned, and kissed him tenderly on the
forehead. I wrapped my arms around him, closed my eyes, and we stayed that
way until morning.



If you like this story you may want to read one of my earlier attempts
"Sissy Brother" also in this section on Nifty and last posted on November
26, 2006. I like hearing from readers and would be eager to know if you
like the way this story is going. Write me any time at
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