My Kid Brother

Copyright © 2003

By Lee Mariner

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Chapter XXVIII

The urgency of needed relief being sent to my brain by a full bladder woke me; and, as I grudgingly roused myself,  I instinctively dropped my arm across the bed feeling for Dalton.  He wasn't there, but the bedclothes where he should have been were still warm.  Sitting up and swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I looked around the empty room and called out, "Dalton?"

"In here, Carl," he answered from the bathroom.  "I didn't want to wake you, but I had to take a piss."

"You should have," I growled walking into the bathroom, my piss hard cock jutting out like a battering ram.

"Oh, Jesus! I guess you do," he exclaimed, glancing down and grinning as I stood over the toilet. "Christ, your cock looks bigger now than it normally does."

"What's the matter, you didn't get enough last night?" I replied a little gruffly, my sleep drugged eyes not fully open.

I didn't hear him reply; but, even if he had, I probably wouldn't have heard him.  I was enjoying the waves of pleasure washing over me as I emptied my bladder and milked my softening cock.

"Next to getting your rocks off, Dalt, nothing feels better than a morning piss,"  I sighed, not paying any attention to him until I felt his arms going around my waist, his hands replacing mine around my still swollen cock.

"I know," he cooed in my ear and squeezed my cock.  Kissing me on the top of my shoulder, he pressed his half hard cock against the crack of my ass; and my muscles tightened as he moved his hands upward over my chest, squeezing us tightly together.

Gasping softly from the feeling of his hardening cock pressing between the cheeks of my ass and his hands massaging my chest, I leaned my head against his, saying, "Maybe you didn't get enough last night?"

"Last night was great, Carlie," he whispered, holding me tightly as I started to turn to face him. "Every night and day has been unbelievably great since the first night we showered together . I get excited just holding you like this; but, I wasn't thinking about making love, Carlie.   I don't need to make love to you for you to know how much I love you and how much I love the feeling of you next to me," he said as he clasped his hands over my shoulders, holding me tightly against him, his heart beating with the force of a bass drum.

"Jesus," I thought to myself; breathing deeply, attempting to relax from the emotions that had built up between us.  "What did I ever do to deserve a kid brother like Dalton."

When I slid my thumbs under his wrists, he loosened his grip on my shoulders and let his arms fall; so that I could turn around and then pull his tight muscled body against me.  He slid his arms up and around my neck, leaning his head back as I held him tightly to me.  His eyes were a soft chocolate brown, and his lips quivered slightly as he looked at me with a tear in the corner of each eye.

What's the matter, Squirt? Are we feeling a little melancholy for some reason?"  I said as I brushed my lips gently over his.

"No, Carlie..." he said, hesitating for a moment and blinking the tears away. "You know so much more than I do, and sometimes I wonder what would have happened to me if you hadn't come home, and I think about what it's going to be like after you leave."

I breathed in deeply and relaxed my grip around him, and he slid his arms under mine and lay his head on my chest. We stood holding each other, and I felt the passion that had started to build between us melting away.  I had been thinking about the aftermath of my being home all the more so since we had discovered each other; but I didn't want it to spoil our week together even though I knew the bridge must be crossed eventually.  Thoughts of Jerry and me having to separate crossed my mind, and I whispered, "Deja Vous."


"Kiddo," I said, slipping my fingers under his chin and lifting his head.  "We said we would talk about that later, didn't we?  So how about we take a shower, and then I'll fix breakfast?"

"Yeah, I know we did; but sometimes I get to thinking about it like this morning when you were standing next to me, and it makes me feel sad and a little afraid." he answered, looking at me wistfully and stepping back as my arms fell away.

Dalton's broad shoulders sagged a little, and his head drooped slightly as some boys do when they are feeling depressed or have been caught in some mischief.  Even that didn't diminish the  beauty of his still developing physique or the magnificence of his soft cock resting on large full testicles.  In my minds eye, I could see what he would grow to be when he reached his full potential in three or four years, and my heart ached at the thought of having to leave him and of not being with him as he developed.  It was not going to be easy, but we still had six days together before that became a reality. 

"Hey...!" I said softly.  "Jump in the shower while I make a pot of coffee. You've got a date this morning, or have you forgotten?"

"Date..., oh yeah, I forgot about that.  Tip's coming by, and we're going swimming," he said, cheering up a little.

"Right, now hop to it."

"Aren't we going to take a shower together?"  He asked, quickly.

"Nope, sorry, Kid; but two hardons before nine o'clock in the morning, and not dropping a load are enough for an old man like me,"  I said, laughing as I turned to go into the kitchen.

"Old man, my foot," he said, laughing as he turned on the shower.  "It wasn't an old man who took this kid's cock up his ass last night."

"Ouch, you horny devil! You don't have to remind me, do you; I'm still hurting," I replied, smiling at his "this kid's" remark as I snaked a towel around my hips, relieved that the mood had changed.


The sun was shining through the windows of the combined living room-kitchen, but there were still wisps of the morning ground fog floating though the trees that surrounded the cottage.  "This really isn't a bad cottage," I thought to myself as I started the coffee pot  percolating while I really looked around the large room for the first time.  The furniture was probably Anderson cast-offs, but it was all in good condition and didn't show signs of being abused.  The large fireplace in the living room section of the room didn't dominate that area, and there were plenty of windows with the sun shining in that gave the room an open, airy feeling.

 Dalton was still in the shower when the coffee was ready; and, instead of waiting for him to finish, I poured a mug full.  "Coffee, the rejuvenating morning elixir," I thought; sipping the hot liquid, as I walked around the small kitchen table; and, into the living room to  stand in front of the half-glass front door with it's snap-in wooden grids.  A wide sheltered porch had been built across the front of the cottage with hand railed steps that led down to the pine needle covered ground.   The highway that passed the cottage was not visible through the large trees that surrounded it, and the driveway glistened from the dampness of the morning dew.  Rays of sunshine penetrated through the thick boughs of the pines, oaks and maple trees.  I could see there were droplets of water still being shed by the thick growth of azalea bushes under the trees.   "Jake was right that this really is a secluded place, but there was no way I could afford it even though I still have some money in my savings."  I mused while sipping my coffee and gazing through the trees with snippets of what Dalton had said floating in and out of my head.

Between thinking about the cottage and Dalton, I had shut out my surroundings; and he startled me when he spoke from behind me.

"What are you thinking about, Carl?"

"Nothing really," I fibbed, turning around and seeing him standing naked behind me, drying his hair.

Dalton's beautiful body gleamed golden in the morning sun, his muscles rippling as he dried his hair.  His flaccid cock hung down from the thick nest of brown hair that surrounded it's thick base, resting on his low hanging testicles. The fine hair on his legs, where he had not completely dried them, glistened in the bright sunlight; and, taking a quick sip of my lukewarm coffee, I willed myself not to get excited; but I couldn't help thinking, "God, he is so magnificent, and he is my kid brother."

"You looked as if you were somewhere far off when I walked in," he said, glancing up at me from under his towel as I walked past him to refill my mug.

"I wasn't thinking about anything far off, Dalt. I was thinking about what Jake told us when we rented the place," I said, turning away from the door and walking toward the coffee pot.   ''Remember what he said about its being secluded?   He's right.  The trees and bushes are so thick that you can't see anything except more trees and bushes. Do you want some coffee?"

"Then we could have made love outside last night," he said, ignoring my question and looking at me with a grin and a twinkle in his eyes as he rubbed his legs and arms dry.

"Coffee, Dalton, coffee; not sex," I said.

"Only half of that mug you've got in your hand.  If I drink as much as you, I'll be pissing in the lake," he replied as he wrapped his towel around his waist, still grinning.

Pouring his mug half-way, I got the sugar dispenser from the cabinet and set it next to his mug with a spoon saying, "Fix it the way you like it," as I walked to one of the cushioned wooden chairs and sat down.

"I like it with milk and sugar.  I don't see how you can drink it black the way you do," he answered, opening the fridge to get the milk.

I sat watching as he put more sugar into the mug than I thought necessary and then filled the mug with milk.  "You like coffee with your milk and sugar; don't you?" I said, grinning as he lifted the mug to his lips.

"I like the taste of coffee, Carl; but, just like whiskey, I don't like it full strength."

"You've drunk whiskey?" I asked, a little surprised.

"No, not really," he said as he sat down across from me. "I tasted it once when one of the guys at school brought one of those little bottles that they serve on the airplanes.  He snitched it from his dad.  It tasted all right, but it burned like hell when I swallowed it."

"Most people mix it with something to dilute the taste; but you don't need to be learning about drinking, at least not yet," I replied, looking at him over the rim of my mug as he sipped the mixture which he had concocted.

"Do you drink, Carl?" he asked as he sat his mug on the flat wooden arm of the cushioned couch.

"I have drunk, but it's something I don't make a habit of," I said, choosing my words carefully as I answered him.  "I've seen guys in the navy get drunk, and it's not a pretty sight.  They get sick as hell and feel awful the next day from drinking too much of the stuff.  Alcohol can really mess your head up, and that's one reason I don't like it; I like knowing what's going on and being in control of what I'm doing."

"Mom doesn't like it, but Dad drinks beer in his workshop."

"I know he does; he keeps it in the small refrigerator he has on the shelf.  He and I drank a beer together, and there is nothing wrong with that, Dalt, as long as you don't over do it," I said, trying not to sound like I was preaching.   You've never seen, Dad drunk, have you?"

"No; and, from the way Mom talks about it, he probably never will get drunk; or she might divorce him."

"I"m not sure she would do that, at least, I hope not," I said, grinning and chuckling as I continued. "She might make him sleep in the spare bedroom for a long time before she forgave him."

"Do you think they still do it, Carl, you know; have sex?" he said, his eyes brightening.

"Of course they do; Dalt, at least, I think they do," I replied, smiling inwardly, a vision of them in bed together flashing in my head. "They aren't old fogies. Mom and Dad are only in their early fifties."

"I wonder why they never had any more kids after I was born?" 

"They probably thought you and I were enough," I said.

"Yeah, but now they won't have any grand...," he started to say when I cut him off.

"Dalton, don't ever start thinking like that.  The only control we have over our lives is the way we live them, not what we are.  I've tried explaining that to you. I don't know everything about the why, what and wherefore of our being the way we are; but we are; and there is an awful lot you, and I for that matter, still have to learn, Dalt.  I'm not an overly religious person, but I believe God made us the way he wanted us to be although I don't know why he wanted us this way.   If  we believe what is written in the Bible, then we have to believe that every living thing on earth was placed here for a purpose; and, while we don't understand what the purpose is, we can only live by his commandments. Can you understand that?" I said, wishing the subject hadn't come up, and hoping I wasn't sounding too pompous in trying to explain my feelings.

"Yeah, Carlie, I guess I do; but,  I can't help wondering about it and what Mom and Dad are going to think if they ever find out about us," he answered. Sighing and sounding a little sad, he lifted his legs up onto the couch, curling them up under him. Leaning against the backrest, he lifted his mug to his lips taking a long drink.

"If you only knew how many times, I have thought about it," I thought to myself as I got up and, leaving my mug on the chair armrest, moved to the couch to sit next to him.

Dalton moved his legs from under him, straightening them out in front of him and crossing his ankles.  Placing my arm around his shoulders, I hugged him closely to me and laid my hand on his thigh.  He looked at me, his eyes filled with innocence; and then breathing in deeply he exhaled slowly, sighing as he lay his head on my shoulder.

"Carlie," he said quietly as he laid his hand on top of mine, squeezing gently.  "I knew inside of me that I was different from the other kids, and I knew I loved you, but I didn't know how much until you came home.  I've learned part of the reason why I do love you, and I feel good about myself; but I never realized that being the way we are would be so hard."

"Brother of mine, it is difficult if we allow it to be," I said, squeezing his shoulder. "Loving each other is the easy part, we've always known that because we are brothers. Me coming home only revealed the rest of the why we do.  You would have come to realize, the same way I did, why you felt different without my ever being home.  I'm glad, I was here, and that you let me know how you felt; that is the best part of all of this.  It's not easy, Dalt, and the hard part is living so that others know we love each other as brothers do but not allowing them to know of our different kind of love.  The hardest part about being gay is living like straight people do while at the same time knowing we could, and probably would, be rejected by the very people we love, and live among.   But, as long as we are honest with ourselves, we will make it even if I'm not here to be with you."

"Do you really believe that, Carlie?" he asked lifting his head and looking into my eyes, searchingly.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't, Squirt.  There will be ups and downs, but those we will face together," I whispered, lowering my lips to his.

  He slipped his arm around my neck, and we kissed.  We held the kiss long and sweetly without sexual passion. Our feelings were those that came from knowing we were gay brothers who loved each other.

Running my hands through his thick hair, I raised my lips from his; and he looked into my eyes and whispered, "When was the last time I told you how much I love you?"

"Let's see, either last night or this morning.  I can't remember which," I said, laughing and giving him a quick kiss on the forehead.   "Right now though, Little Brother, we have talked so much that if we don't get dressed, Tip might knock on the door and see us like this; and that might be a disaster."

"I don't think I would care if he or anyone else did see us, Carlie," he said, placing his head on my chest and hugging me tighter.  "I love being with you and talking like we do."

"I feel the same way, Squirt; but, for now, let's not push the wrong buttons," I said struggling to get up from under him and thinking. "At least, not yet."


Dalton jumped up from on top of me, and twirling around, he yanked the towel from around his waist as he went to the bedroom naked, the cheeks of his ass moving invitingly from side to side as he went into the bedroom.  What we didn't know was that, Tip and Lyle had ridden past the windows that faced the driveway on their bicycles.