Date: Sat, 04 Oct 2003 10:12:17 -0400 From: Lee Mariner Subject: My Kid Brother My Kid Brother By Lee Mariner September 2003 DISCLAIMER: This is the continuing story about two brothers. The story will depict homosexual acts and is intended for adult readers only. IF YOU ARE NOT OF LEGAL AGE IN YOUR LOCATION TO BE READING THIS STORY OR IF YOU FIND SUCH MATERIAL OBJECTIONABLE, PLEASE LEAVE. All characters in the story are fictional and there is no intended relationship with any person or persons living or deceased. You will find all stories I have written listed in the Nifty Archives listing of Prolific Authors under the pen name of Lee Mariner. THE LEGAL COPYRIGHT AND ASSIGNMENT AS EXPLAINED IN CHAPTER #1 REMAINS IN FORCE -- ALL RIGHTS ARE RESERVED BY THE AUTHOR. If you would like to be advised by e-mail of future episodes and/or other stories, please contact me at: My Kid Brother mariner23502@hotmail.com Chapter XIII The gentle movement of the bed woke me as Dalton tried crawling over me in an unsuccessful attempt at not waking me. I reached upwards and raked my fingers over his ribs as he was trying to put one foot on the floor. He giggled, "Oh shit" and collapsed on top of me. Putting my arms around his chest I held him tight against me feeling his piss hard cock pressing against mine. "Going somewhere?" I asked, grinning up at him. In the dim yellow glow of the bathroom nightlight I could see a look of pain in his eyes as he reared his head and looked down at me. "Yeah, to the bathroom unless you want me to piss on both of us." He said while attempting to get free of my arms. "You better go kid." I said releasing him. "I'm not into being a golden shower queen." "In another second you would have been what ever that is." He said as he jumped out of bed and padded quickly into the bathroom. Still grinning at his discomfort, I threw back the sheet and glanced at the glowing digital clock proclaiming the time to be six AM. My urgency was not as bad as his but the overnight accumulation needed to be expelled. The old saying that "Time Waits for No Man" popped into my head only it was Nature waits for no man. Dalton was milking his still half hard cock as I joined him. The rapture of relief glowed in his dark brown eyes and he sighed audibly. "Jesus." He said. "After last night and taking a shower I didn't think I would have to piss that bad." "If you remember little brother, you drank a glass of water after we showered. Drinking liquids before going to bed does have an effect on most men." I said as I squeezed, milking the residual drops from within my urethral canal. "I always drink a glass of water after brushing my teeth." "You better break that habit unless you enjoy pain in the mornings. It's six o'clock so why don't we get dressed and join Dad for breakfast?" "That would be a shock to him. We haven't eaten breakfast in the mornings except for Sundays in ages." "It wouldn't hurt you to get up early once in awhile. I bet he would enjoy it." "Oh, listen to big brother preaching to his kid brother. I'll have you know we have breakfast together when I'm going to school." He said faking a miffed tone. "Ugh huh and what's wrong with the rest of the time?" "Nothing really I guess." He answered. "Okay then. Let's get dressed and surprise both of them. I haven't had one of Mom's breakfasts in ages." * * * * * * * * Dad was sitting at the table having his coffee and reading the newspaper when we opened the basement door and said "Good Morning". Mom turned around from the stove where she was fixing his breakfast. The look of surprise on her face quickly changed into a beaming smile. "See Mother, I told you they would be up." Dad said. "William Evers!!! Do you think I don't know my sons? Why do you think I have more bacon and an extra dozen eggs on the counter?" She said, waving her spatula around like a baton. "You boys sit and as soon as I finish your father's eggs I'll fix yours." "Good morning Mother." I said, kissing her cheek. "You're dripping bacon grease on the floor." "Don't sass me Carlton Evers." She said with a twinkle in her eyes. "You aren't so big that I can't give you a good switching." "Now that I would like to see." Dad said before ducking behind the protection of his newspaper. "Me too." Dalton chimed in grinning from ear to ear his eyes sparkling. "Don't push your luck Dalt." I said while getting two cups and saucers from the cabinet. "Milk for your brother Carlton. He doesn't drink coffee yet." "Awwww Mom, I'm almost seventeen years old. Why can't I have coffee with Carlton and Dad?" "Until you are a man young man, you will drink milk in this house. You are still growing and milk is better for growing boys." She said without turning from her task at the stove. "Yes ma'am." Dalton said with a look of chagrin on his face. I couldn't help but grin at Dalton thinking to myself as I poured his milk and my coffee. "Mother, he is more of a man than you know " * * * * * * * * Mother's cooking was good as all mother's cooking is. It felt good eating with my family again after months of eating with groaning bitching men. Sailors always bitched about how lousy navy food was but in reality I never found that much wrong with it. I have to admit, however, that Mom's over-easy eggs were a lot better than scrambled dehydrated egg powder. Dalton and I were almost done when Dad finished his coffee and said, "What are you boy's planning for today Carlton? I told Mr. Miller you were going to be home and he said he would like to see you before you leave. Do you think you might be able to stop by the yard?" Dalton briefly glanced at me quizzically before I answered. I had worked for Mr. Miller a couple of summers before I left and I guessed it wouldn't hurt to see him while I was home but not so soon. The truth be known, I hadn't planned on it at all but I knew Dad wanted it. "Sure Dad but I thought we would drive into Indianapolis and catch the Ben Hur movie and have lunch. How about tomorrow or Wednesday? Would that be okay?" "Wednesday would be fine son. I'll tell him and maybe you and Dalton could have lunch with us. I know he would like that." "Yes sir." I said seeing Dalton roll his eyes and grinning. I had a strong urge to kick his shin under the table. "Good." Dad said. "I'd better be going and Dalton, if you are driving be careful. You haven't had that much experience with driving on highways." "Yes sir." He answered and it was my turn to grin at the look of exasperation on his face. "I'll see you this evening Mother." Dad said kissing her on the forehead like he always did before leaving. "Corned beef and cabbage for supper William." She said as he left and turned her head to look at us. "You boys will be having supper with us won't you?" "As long as you add boiled potatoes mother, I wouldn't miss it." I said, pushing my chair back. "And when did I not?" She said looking up at us standing over her. "Have a good time." The love radiating from her soft gray eyes would have melted the coldest of hearts and I leaned down and kissed her soft graying hair. "I love you Mother." "I know that." She answered with a wave of her hand. "Get out of here, the both of you. I've got work to do." "I've never seen you kiss Mom like that Carl." Dalton said when we were outside. "It wouldn't hurt either one of us to do it more often Dalt." I said softly. "She has always worked hard for both of us." "You're right." He said as we walked towards his car. "It's just something you never think about, kissing your Mother." "Most guys don't but that doesn't mean you shouldn't. I told Dad we were going to Indianapolis but maybe we should stay here and clean out the garage. What do you think?" I said before noticing an unfamiliar pickup truck coming up the drive. "That's Mr. Morgan's truck. He must be bringing Jeff to pickup his bicycle." Dalton said. "Henry Morgan? I haven't seen him since before I joined the navy. Does he still operate the junkyard over on Bledsoe?" "Yeah, he hasn't changed much. He still works Jeff's ass off when we're out of school. The poor guy never has much fun." When Henry Morgan stopped his truck we heard him gruffly tell Jeff to get his bike in the back of the truck. Dalton was right Morgan hadn't changed. He was still a big burly overpowering man who looked like he should be confined to a junkyard. His flannel shirt and bib overalls were as filthy as I remembered. He was unshaven, his hair uncombed and he had the sullen look in his eyes that he always had. "Dogs and their pups." I thought as I went to the truck. Most pups grow to be like their sire but Jeff must be the runt of the litter. At seventeen he was a full head shorter than his at-least-six-feet-five-inch father and considerably less in weight. Morgan filled the interior of the trucks cab. "Carlton Evers Mr. Morgan." I said as I extended my hand towards the window of the truck. "Ain't seen you around lately." He growled without taking my offered hand. "I don't get home that much since I joined the navy. How have you been?" "Navy huh. Guess you didn't want to help your old man at Miller's. That's the way of it now-a-days. Kids get growed and run off leaving no one to help out." "It's a different time than when you and my Dad were growing up Mr. Morgan. There are other places than Richmond." I said trying to control the anger seething inside of me. "Tell me about it, kids got no respect today. Come on Jeff, I ain't got all day. You should have rode the damn thing home instead of leaving it here. Was that your fancy car I saw bringing him home Evers?" I was about to answer his question when Dalton answered from where he was helping Jeff put his bike in the truck. "No sir Mr. Morgan." He said. "It was me that drove Jeff home not Carlton. Jeff and I were out together and I didn't think he should be riding on the highway in the dark." "Why not? He's rode home in the dark before. Besides, when did you get a car like that? I ain't never seen you driving anything but your old man's Oldsmobile." Dalton must have recognized my anger about to explode at Morgan's rudeness and he stepped between the truck window and where I was standing. "Carlton bought the car last Saturday Mr. Morgan. We were getting ready to drive to Indianapolis. Would it be all right if Jeff went with us?" "What!!!" Morgan growled. "I need him at the yard with his brothers. There is to much work for him to be taking off and leaving them to it." "Would one day hurt Mr. Morgan?" I said unconsciously placing my hands on Dalton's shoulders. Morgan was glaring out the window at us and then shifted his look towards Jeff. Just as he opened his mouth in what I was sure was a denial Jeff spoke. "Please Dad. I've worked hard ever since school let out. I'll make it up to you I promise." He pleaded. For a split second I thought Morgan was going to give his permission until he grumbled. "You ain't got no money to be going off boy. Besides Gilbert needs help pulling the bumpers off that last load of junk cars." "Jeff doesn't need money Mr. Morgan. I'm taking Dalton to the movies and one more won't be a problem. I said squeezing Dalton's shoulders as I still struggled with controlling my anger with the obnoxious bastard. "Please Daddy." Jeff pleaded. Morgan rubbed his hand over his unshaven cheeks before grudgingly giving his permission. "I guess one day won't make much difference. We already lost time coming up here for that fool bicycle. 3 I reckon you can go but I'll be expecting you to help with those bumpers tomorrow if'n Gilbert don't get them all pulled." "Oh thanks Dad. I'll help him really I will." Jeff bubbled his face lighting up. "I got to be going." Morgan growled as he threw the truck into reverse. "You going to bring him home Evers?" "Safe and sound Mr. Morgan." I answered through clinched teeth. We stood back while Jeff's father backed up and swung his truck around. The bicycle in the truck bed banged against the side from the force of the turn as he roared recklessly down the drive. I was sure it was more from anger then the need to get wherever he was going that made him drive like the idiot he was. We didn't know Mom had been watching from her kitchen window until she spoke. "Has your father lost his mind Jeffrey, driving like a maniac?" We spun around and Jeff answered, "No ma'am Mrs. Evers. I'm sorry." "No need for you to be sorry. Henry hasn't been right since your mother passed. God rest her soul. Have you had your breakfast? Of course you haven't." She said answering herself. "Dalton take Jeff to your room so he can clean up while I fix him something." "What about me Mom." I asked teasingly. "Fix yourself another cup of coffee unless you're still hungry." She said as she moved away from the window. "I guess she told you didn't she?" Dalton snickered. "And she told you to take Jeff to your room so he could cleanup. While your doing that see if you don't have a pair of shorts and a different shirt he can wear." * * * * * * * * * While Mom was preparing another breakfast I sat at the table watching her and drinking a glass of orange juice instead of coffee. She was always the quite dutiful housewife and mother when Dad was home and said very little. I knew that even though she might be reading a book or the newspaper she knew what was going on around her. Dad had not really been very keen on my joining the navy but in the background mother pulled the strings and he finally agreed and signed the consent form so I could enlist. Like most women she was the power behind the throne. "Mom, has Dalton said anything about what he wants to do after he graduates next year?" I asked quietly as she placed Jeff's plate and cutlery on the table. "He has talked with your father some, Carlie, but I'm not sure that he has the same ideas about it that Dalton does though." "Why's that?" "Your father seems to think that Dalton will graduate and start working with him at Miller's. I've heard them arguing about it but not violently. Dalton says he will not spend the rest of his life working in a coal and lumberyard." "You can't blame him for that Mom, I didn't want that either. There isn't much future for him working in a family owned business." "I suppose not Carlton but your father worked in the steel mills during the last war and when the layoffs started Mr. Miller gave your father a job. We aren't rich but you boys never wanted for anything." She said avoiding my eyes as she said it. "Mother." I said. "We weren't talking about that, we were talking about Dalton. I know what you and Dad did for the both of us and we appreciate it. But Mom, I can tell when you are trying to avoid something." She looked at me nervously wiping her hands on her apron. I thought for a moment she was about to say something more when she turned her head in the direction of the basement door. "Where are those boys at?" She said nervously and still avoiding looking at me. "Jeff's breakfast will be cold before he eats it if they don't get up here. Carlton call downstairs and tell them to hurry please." "Yes ma'am." I said dropping the subject and getting up from the table. * * * * * * * * * After calling down the stairs I waited at the top. Dalton and Jeff appeared a few seconds after I called. Jeff was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a yellow pullover that Dalton had scrounged up. He was a little thinner than Dalton but from the way the shirt fit I could see the outline of developing pectoral muscles and his lean biceps and forearms. The shirt was tucked in revealing his flat stomach. The muscles of his thighs flexed and bulged as he came up the steps. Dalton was behind him with a shit-eating grin on his face and both of them had damp hair. "No wonder it took you so long." I whispered as Dalton passed me. He winked, still grinning. "Well I never." Mother exclaimed. "What took you youngsters so long? Sit down and eat Jeffrey. Dalton, do you want another glass of milk and some toast?" "No ma'am. I'm still full. I'll just sit here with Jeff while he eats." He answered looking at me with a twinkle in his eyes. "I'll get the car turned around. You guys come on out when you're finished." I said. * * * * * * * * * It didn't take Jeff very long to eat the breakfast that mother had prepared for him. The both came out of the side door with mother following them. She stopped in the door and called out to me as they slid into the back seat. "Carlton, what time will you boys be home? I'd like to have supper ready if you have any idea." When I looked at Dalton and Jeff they both shrugged looking at me. Indianapolis was not that far from Richmond and even with lunch and a movie we could have been home for supper but I had a hunch no one wanted to end the day that quickly and from the look I got from both of them I was pretty sure I was right. "I'm not sure Mom but it probably won't be that late. Why don't you and Dad go ahead and have dinner anyway and don't worry about us." "That's all well and good for you Carlton but don't you be keeping those boys out too late. I heard Jeff's father tell him he needed him tomorrow. I don't know why though, he has two other boys with families that need the work more than Jeff. He should let him enjoy some of his summer vacation. Just you be careful." She said. "We will Mom." Dalton hollered out of the window. "Oh great Dalt." I said as I put the car into gear. "Now she will worry herself sick." "No she won't Carl, she knows I'm with you." He said airily as he settled back in his seat beside Jeff. "Oh, suddenly you are as wise as Solomon." I asked looking into the rear view mirror and seeing mother watching us. I stopped at the end of the driveway and waved my arm out of the window before pulling out on Cedar Rd. The corner of the house cut off my view and I didn't see if she waved back or not. I could see in the mirror that Jeff and Dalton had their heads together. They were close enough to each other that their thighs were touching and neither one knew what to do with their hands. Trying to be discreet I adjusted the mirror and saw two very large bulges straining under khaki cloth. Dalton caught me looking and grinning at me he ran his right hand down in Jeff's crotch. I flipped the mirror up and then squeezed the leaking head of my rock hard cock. "Thank goodness we aren't driving a sedan." I thought to myself. "They both would be naked before we got out of the Richmond city limits." I was chaperoning two very horny teenagers and it was not helping my constitution. Reaching under the seat for the towel Dalton had put there, I unzipped my fly and thankful I wasn't wearing briefs I pulled my leaking cock out. Indianapolis was fifty miles away. * * * * * * * * *