Date: Fri, 3 Oct 2008 16:35:58 -0700 (PDT) From: Jon D Subject: Its What Brother's Do - 13 Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION. Any similarity between my characters and real people, places, or events is merely a coincidence. This story contains descriptions of imagined sexual activity between teenage boys. If you are not 18 years old or if it is illegal where you live to read material of this kind, please stop here. If this story might offend you go to another site. Everyone have fun and enjoy. You are invited to send comments or story ideas to Playbuddy123@yahoo.com It's What Brothers Do - 13 Our school makes all seniors complete a service project of some kind as part of their graduation requirements. I guess the idea is that every kid should give at least a few hours to helping their community. I decided early in the year I would help out at the community center. They have a weekend sports program. Since Daddy's accident I hadn't had a chance to get there, what with looking after Trevor and all. Now that graduation was getting closer, I knew I had better get busy and put in some hours. "Derek, it's so good to see you," Mr. Clements, the community center manager said as I entered. "Thanks, I'm real sorry I haven't been here for a while. Things have been kind of crazy." "I understand, and you tell your Momma that if there is anything she needs, to call on me" "Yes, sir," I said, a little embarrassed. "So, what can I do to help?" Mr. Clements reached into a box and pulled out a whistle on a long black string. "You're our new referee." He smiled and nodded toward a court full of nine and ten year olds. "I don't know that much about basketball," I blushed. "That's fine, neither do they." Mr. Clements laughed. He put his arm around my shoulder. "Just be yourself. Most of these boys don't have much of a male role model at home. Many of their daddies are long gone, off with another woman, or drunk all the time. You show them some attention; teach them how to work together, and remind them to watch their tempers. You'll do fine." "Yes, sir. I guess I can do that." Two hours later I was exhausted. It felt good to be done work, and I took my time walking to my truck. "Hey, Derek" I turned to see a little kid skate over on his board. "Thanks for helping out today," he grinned. "I'm Nate." "Nice to meet you," I smiled. It was clear Nate came from a very poor part of town. His sneakers were dirty and torn, his jeans were worn out, and his T-Shirt was faded and getting way too small. I immediately felt sorry for him. "You need a ride?" I offered. Not sure what else to say or do. "Ya, that'd be cool." he smiled again. I nodded and he climbed into the truck. He tossed his board behind the seat and I made him buckle up. "Where to?" I asked, starting the engine. Nate gave me directions and we were off. As we pulled into Nate's yard, I couldn't help but get tears in my eyes. The drive ended at a tiny house, not much bigger than a garage. In fact it was more of a shack. Most of the shingles were gone from the roof and only tar paper was left. There was a broken down porch, peeling paint all around, some windows were cracked, and a rusted out car sat in the yard. I could hardly believe this was all that Nate had to come home to. "Sorry, it's not much," Nate whispered. My Mom takes in some wash, but can't find a real job. I never knew my Daddy." At that moment I felt so blessed to have what we have, and honestly we don't have all that much. "I don't have a Daddy either," I finally managed to say. I didn't know people could be so poor. "You gonna be at the Center next Saturday?" Nate asked excitedly. "I wouldn't miss it," I grinned. The kid was out the door with a wave and the widest smile I've ever seen. * * * * The entire next week at school I couldn't get my mind off that little kid. I told Jessica; she remembered being over in that part of town, and how sad it made her feel. I looked around at the kids in my high school with their cars, trucks, cell phones, and such and I became more and more angry. "It ain't right," I told myself, "it just ain't right." The following Saturday, I headed to the community center a little early. As I drove up, Nate was sitting on the steps, waiting for the doors to open. I pulled the truck to a stop and put it in park. "Hey, Derek," Nate waved and grabbed his beat up old skateboard. "Hey yourself," I grinned back; I unlocked the door and turned on the lights. It wasn't long before other kids started showing up and we got a game going. At the end of the morning I offered Nate a ride again, and he readily accepted. I had the same feeling as last time when we pulled up in front of his place. "Wanna come in?" He offered. I nodded and followed him. As we walked through the door, I was hit with a terrible smell. Dirty clothes, rotted wood, and bad plumbing all combined to form a heavy odor. I looked around and saw a beat up old place I wouldn't let a cat or dog stay. Nate offered me a drink. He found a glass and poured me some lemonade made from a cheap powder. The fridge was practically empty and I guessed the cupboards were the same. Nate looked at me with his big green eyes. "Like I said, we don't have much," he said softly and shrugged. "You got your Momma," I said gently, and leaned down. I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed, "and now you got me." He giggled when I did that. Then, Nate's eyes got wet, "Thanks, Derek" he said softly. * * * * For the next three weeks I never worked so hard in my life. Every night after school, each Saturday after helping at the community center, and all day Sunday, I helped Nates' Mom. I took Daddy's tool box over there and pounded nails, fixed broken chairs, filled in holes, and about a hundred other things that needed doing. Momma asked me a bunch of questions, and after I explained what was going on, she nodded, "Well, you do what you gotta do," she said, just like I had told her some months before. Trevor noticed I was gone a lot, and when he found out what I was up to, he wanted to join in. One thing led to another and pretty soon he had Justin tagging along and they were both riding over to Nate's with me. * * * * The place started to come around; I was glad to see our hard work was making a difference. One Sunday afternoon, someone came to the door. Nate answered, "Some woman wants ya," he yelled at his Mom. I looked over and was surprised to see my Momma standing there. Momma introduced herself and the two women talked a little. "Ma'am, we'd be honored and blessed if you'd let us help a bit," Momma said softly, "Our church would like to help put your house right." Nate's Mom started to softly cry, and Momma held her close. "You been doing it all by yourself," Momma said gently, "Time you got some help." * * * * By the next Saturday, there were fifteen men and trucks in the yard at Nate's place, with roofing materials, siding, hammers, nails, and bucket loads of other stuff. I laughed when I saw Nate running from one to another in the cool spring air, with paper cups of watered down lemonade. * * * * It took two more weeks of evenings, weekend work and many hours here and there to make the place livable. The small house would never be big, but it was now clean and safe. We managed to get a couple of new mattresses for the beds, towels and sheets and such. I took Nate shopping and used some of my college money to buy him a few clothes, new shoes, a skateboard, and a second hand bicycle. With his Momma's permission I also bought them a TV. Some ladies from church, under my Momma's supervision, saw to it that Nate's Mom got the same treatment. The rest of the church folks made sure that there was plenty of food in the house. While the ladies were out shopping, Nate and I played video games. After a while, he put his controller down. We were crossed legged on the floor. He sat quietly staring down at his shoelaces. "Derek, I been wondering. Why did you help Mom and me like ya did?" I thought for a while, it came to me that I didn't really have an answer for that one. Finally I said softly, "I just knew that's what my Daddy would of done." Nate looked my way, gave a grin, and crawled over to give me a hug. I held him close for a long time. "Want a big brother?" I finally asked with a little grin. Nate held me tighter, and whispered, "Yes." And tears came. * * * * That night, pulling into the driveway at our house, I saw lights on in the living room, Trevor's bedroom, and Momma's room. It looked so peaceful and safe. I locked the back door and said good night to Momma as she sat in her chair reading her book. I walked upstairs and knocked lightly on Trev's door. "How's Nate?" Trev grinned looking up from his school work. "Fine," I said quietly, sitting down on the end of his bed. Trev turned to look at me. I looked back at him and tears came to my eyes, I just came apart. I started crying and couldn't stop. Trevor didn't know what was happening and neither did I. He came over and hugged me and we lay back down on the bed. I pulled my brother to me, buried my face in his chest, and sobbed. Trev couldn't help but start to cry too. "What?" He finally asked. "I can't do this anymore." We held on to one another as my sobs continued. "I'm tired, Trev, tired of taking care of everyone. I'm tired of working, tired of school, tired of having to do all the things that need doing, tired that life is so unfair, tired of seeing that sometimes good people die and other people are so poor that they got nothing." Trev softly ran his fingers through my hair; he hugged me and rubbed my back. Minutes passed in silence. I sobbed until my chest hurt, and then my crying slowed and finally ended. I heard footsteps in the hall and looked up. Momma peeked through the open door, she saw me in tears and Trevor holding me. She paused at the door and quietly walked in. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she touched Trev's shoulder and he crawled into her lap for a big hug. I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, she touched my arm, and she gave me a loving and knowing smile. "I'm sorry, boys," she whispered. "I know it's been a hard, hard year for ya'all. I am so proud of both of you, and I love you more than I can say." We all hugged. There weren't any more words. When the time seemed right, Momma pushed Trevor back a bit, playfully mussed hair and kissed him lightly on the forehead. Trev and I looked at her; she paused as if she was about to say something, but seemed to change her mind. Momma got up and moved to the door. "I'll see you boys in the morning," she said, before softly closing the door. * * * * Trev and I made love that night. It wasn't wild, it wasn't hurried. We kissed for nearly an hour and tenderly held each other. Trev was determined to comfort me. It was if he became the older brother, and I the younger one. At one point, he stared into my eyes, kissed me lightly and gently pulled his pants down. He was offering me his love in a way that brothers sometimes do. I tenderly stroked his cock as he slowly undid my pants. When he had my pants down he carefully wrapped his hand around my cock and stroked. We never said a word, just touched and kissed, and held each other. With our pants in a pile at the end of the bed, and Trevor's ass slicked with lube, we spooned, my front to his back. I slowly inserted my cock between his soft cheeks, found his hole, and then pushed gently. The head of my dick squeezed past his tight ring and I slid into his butt. Trev whimpered, wiggled his rear end, and pushed back against my crotch. I moved my hips forward and shoved a couple of more inches of my dick into his rectum. Trev pulled his knees toward his chest, urging me to put it in deeper. I pulled back and then gave one long push until finally I was tight against his ass. We stayed like that a moment. Trevor loves the full feeling he gets when my cock is buried as far as it will go up his butt. I started a gentle rhythm. Our motions were slow and deeply erotic. I hugged Trev tenderly and lovingly pumped his ass. I heard little noises as he jerked his dick in time to my thrusts. I drove deeper and tried to find the magic spot in his ass that would give him the most pleasure. "Oh ya, there," he grunted as I found the right angle. We fucked for what seemed a long time; both of us enjoying the closeness. There was an intimacy that I felt with Trevor at that moment that was beyond words. "You have such a sweet ass," I whispered, sodomizing my brother again and again. There were soft grunts, some moans, but no other sounds. I finally felt the urge building and held my breath as I came. When my orgasm hit, my nuts sent three warm spurts of cum deep into my brother's butt; he grunted in happiness. I thrust my dick back in a few times pushing my cum as far as I could into him. He quickly pulled on his cock. Then, he too climaxed, moments after I did; spilling his seed on the mattress. "Oh fuck" Trev whispered as he pulled on his dick and squeezed the last few drops of juice from his cock. I kissed him gently on the back of the neck, "Thanks, Trev" I whispered, "That was awesome." We settled down as both of our dicks slowly returned to normal. We lay quietly, coupled, until my cock finally slipped out of his ass. Trevor whined in disappointment. He then rolled over to face me. We snuggled close. After staring at each other for a while, I brushed the hair away from his eyes, and kissed him softly. "Momma saw us on the bed together but she didn't say anything," Trev said in a puzzled tone. "Don't ask her about it," I cautioned. "I won't," Trev promised. "Do you think she knows?" "Maybe, maybe not," I said softly. "She can see we love each other, I guess that's all that matters to her right now." I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Please write me at Playbuddy123@yahoo.com with story ideas or suggestions for future episodes.