MY
KID BROTHER
Copyright © 2003
By Lee Mariner
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Chapter XXXIII
In the navy, being awakened at night for a duty watch was not unusual.
Over the
years, I had become a light sleeper; and a light touch on my shoulder
by a
hesitant messenger, who had been sent to wake me, was enough to
elicit an
irritated "I'm awake." Dalton's removing my arm from his
shoulders
woke me; and I mumbled, "Where are you going, Squirt?"
"Oh, shit," he whispered, " I was trying to get out of bed
without waking you up; I gotta use the bathroom."
"In the middle of the night?" I said, trying to focus my eyes in the
dim light from the window.
"It's not the middle of the night, Carl; it's almost six o'clock,"
"It can't be, Dalt; we haven't been asleep that long."
"We were in bed before midnight, Carlie," he said as he nimbly
bound over me and scampered to the bathroom."
"Maybe we were, but we didn't get to sleep right away," I
called out as he disappeared through the door.
"That wasn't my fault," he answered, with a detectable tone of
sudden relief.
"We don't need to go into that," I said, smiling as I swung my
legs over the side of the bed asking, "Did Lyle and Tim say what time
they would be here?"
"I don't remember whether they did or not; but I hope it's not too
early," he answered,
"Me too," I replied, leaning over, turning on the beside night
light and asking, "Are you going to take a shower?"
"I thought I might as well unless you want to go first," he
answered, over the distinct sound of flushing water.
"That's okay; you go ahead. I'll take one after you; but I
need to
take a leak if you're finished," I replied, standing up and
stretching before going into the bathroom.
Dalton was standing with his back to me adjusting the shower
water. As I
brushed past him, he glanced over his shoulder. his eyes twinkling as
he said
coquettishly, "You sure you don't want to take a shower, Big
Brother?"
"No, you go ahead," I answered, milking the last drops from my
softening piss-hard cock. "I'm going to fix a pot of coffee
first,
and then I'll shower," I said, turning as he stepped into the
bathtub, under the steaming shower.
Dalton looked at me from under the water grinning and spluttering as he
asked,
"Sure you don't want to join me?"
"Don't waste the hot water, Squirt," I replied, grinning as I closed
the shower curtain.
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The windows of the large
living room were steely gray with the
first light of dawn; and I hesitated, undecided about turning on the
kitchen ceiling
light. Behind me, I could hear Dalton splashing around in the
shower; and,
for a moment, I was tempted to join him; but, as thoughts of Lyle and
Tip
walking
into the cottage unannounced bothered me, I returned to the bedroom for
a
pair of briefs and a T-shirt. Being naked in front of other men
had
become
almost second nature from being in the navy, but not knowing when Lyle
and
Dalton would arrive made me apprehensive of another surprise.
The outside light had faded; and, glancing out one of the windows while
I filled
the coffee pot with water and grounds, I could see a fine drizzle
falling and
the ground fog swirling among the trees and bushes. "The ground is
going
to be damp," I thought, taking two mugs from the overhead
cupboard.
The pungent aroma of fresh coffee filled my nostrils; and, inhaling
deeply,
I filled a mug with the strong black liquid and walked to the
front door
of the cottage. Heavy dark clouds were scudding across the sky,
and the
drizzle had become a steady rain. Dalton came into the room
while I
was looking out at the weather.
"Carl, I could smell that coffee all the way in the bathroom,"
he said, vigorously drying his hair. "Fix me a cup, will you?"
"Do you want milk and sugar?" I asked, moving toward the fridge.
"Just a little milk," he answered as he wrapped his towel
around his waist and leaned over to look out the window.
"From the looks of those clouds and the rain, it doesn't look
like
we'll be going on a picnic today, Squirt," I said.
"Has it been raining all night?" he asked as he moved toward me.
"I don't think so, but all night or not there is no way we are going to
some wayside on the other side of the lake," I answered, handing him
his
mug. "It would surprise the hell out of me if Lyle and Tip were crazy
enough to ride
their bicycles over here this morning, raining as hard as it is.
How
about some breakfast, do you want me to fix something now or after I
take my
shower?"
Dalton looked at me quizzically for a moment, and then he said, "I'm
not
really very hungry right now, Carl; you go ahead and take your shower.
While you're doing that, I'll put on a pair of briefs and fix us some
toast."
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I
set my mug on
the counter, but Dalton carried his with him as he followed me into the
bedroom. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him extracting a pair
of his
briefs from our still only half unpacked bags, the towel still around
his
waist. As I leaned over to take off my briefs, I felt the damp
towel fall
around my neck followed by a giggling, "Hang that up for me, will
you?"
"Sure, and, while you're at it, how about putting a T-shirt on," I said
pulling the towel from around my neck as I straightened up and went
into the
bathroom.
"How many slices of toast do you want, Carl?" Dalton hollered
as I adjusted the water.
"Just a couple, but don't burn it," I called back as I stepped under
the water, smiling at the vision of him wearing only a pair of briefs
as he
toasted the bread. "Mom would have a fit if she ever saw that," I
chuckled, ducking my head under the shower nozzle.
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The shower water was hot, and my muscles slowly relaxed as I massaged
my body
with the soft soapy sponge. Standing under the water and enjoying
its
therapeutic effects, I thought of what Tip had told Dalton about him
and Lyle. Lyle had asked me much the same question that
Tip had asked about Dalton and me having sex with each other, and it
surprised
me that they had not done more than jerk each other off. Most
brothers who were near the same age
jerked off together at some time or the other while they were growing
up if for
no other reason than curiosity. Some would even jerk each other
off, but
for two brothers with gay tendencies not to experiment further than
that seemed
unusual. I didn't have the advantage of Dalton's being about my
age; and, until I met Jerry, I had not realized that I was gay and had
not known what I really wanted. He taught me what two gay men
could do together. When Dalton revealed how he felt, it reminded
me a lot of how I had felt before Jerry had first made
love to me; and I wanted him to know what I had learned.
"God,"
I mused to myself. "Both of them must be really frustrated, loving each
other and not knowing the true reason about why they feel that
way."
Tip had admitted to Dalton that they had no one they could talk with,
and their
father's beating Lyle didn't help instill any confidence that he would
listen or
even try to understand their feelings. "Damn people that don't
listen and try to learn how their children feel," I growled as I turned
off the water and got out of the tub just as Dalton called to me.
"Hey, Carl, are you gonna stay in there all day?"
"Give me a minute to dry off, and I'll be right out."
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The rain seemed to have
increased in intensity, and where it had
been a silent rain earlier there was a cacophony of muted lightening
and
thunder intermingled with the thrashing of the tree boughs as the wind
increased. Dalton was sitting at the table munching on a slice of
buttered toast with several more slices on a plate when I walked
in.
"Damn, Dalt, it looks like this storm is really setting in." I
said, walking past him to the counter for another mug of coffee.
"Yeah, it sure does; and I'm glad you told me to put on a T-shirt; it
was
starting to get cool," he mumbled with his mouth full.
"Maybe I should check the circuit breakers for the heaters," I said,
setting my mug on the table.
"I have done that already, Carl. They were all turned off, but I
flipped
all four of the switches," he replied, as he took a swig of his
coffee.
"And?" I asked.
"I checked all of the thermostats if that's what you mean, and they're
working," he answered, giving me a hurt look.
"Just checking, Dalt, just checking," I exclaimed quietly, holding my
hands up defensively and grinning as I sat down.
We sat quietly for a few minutes, munching on toast and listening to
the
storm. When the plate was empty, Dalton leaned back in his chair
and,
pulling his too small T-shirt down, patted his stomach and said,
"Coffee
is okay but, I think I'll have a glass of milk, Do you want one?"
"No thanks," I answered. "But the next time we go shopping, we
had better get you some shirts that fit."
"Yeah, I know. Every time that I buy them, I forget they are made
of
cotton. I should get them a size or two larger so they'll fit
better after
Mom washes them," he said as he unsuccessfully tried to stretch his
shirt
over his hard flat stomach.
"Why don't you put one of mine on, Dalt; it'll fit better than what
you've got on," I said as I got up from the table for a re-fill.
"Yours might be a little big," he replied, sliding his chair back and
getting up to go to the bedroom.
"Not from what I see, Squirt, you're bigger than you think," I said.
"Bigger where?" he answered, impishly, a soft twinkle in his puppy
dog brown eyes.
"All over," I said, grinning at his impudence.
"It's your fault," he said cheerfully, as he disappeared through the
bedroom doorway.
"Not entirely," I said to myself.
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Filling my mug, I unplugged
the coffee pot and went to the front
door. It was still raining pretty hard, but the storm seemed to
have
abated a little, and the thunder was only a distant rumble. Rain
water had
formed two small rushing torrents on either side of the gravel
driveway, and the heavy rain had beaten the azalea and rhododendron
bushes almost to the ground. "It's amazing how things work
out," I thought, taking a sip of luke warm coffee, and thinking about
Lyle
and Tip when I felt Dalton's strong arms slide around my chest.
"Whatcha thinking about?" he asked innocently, pressing his hard body
against me and nuzzling the back of my neck.
"Not much really, but I thought you were going to put on one of my
T-shirts," I answered, moving out of his arms and turning toward him,
standing behind me bare chested.
"I was at first," he answered sheepishly, "But, instead of
putting on a T-shirt, I thought it would be warmer if I wrapped up in
one of
the
blankets that Mom put in with the stuff she packed for us; and, we
could sit
on the couch instead of at the table."
"Good idea, it would be more comfortable than those hard chairs," I
said, moving toward the kitchen counter and emptying my mug in the sink.
Dalton sat on the couch, struggling to wrap the blanket around him
while I put
my mug on the counter. When I turned to join him on the couch, he
looked up at
me watching him grinned. "I guess I should have wrapped it
around me before I sat down," he said sheepishly.
"From the way you're struggling, it looks like you should have," I
said, agreeing with him. "Here, stand up and let me do it."
Dalton looked at me with a soft warm look in his eyes as I shook the
blanket
out and draped it over his shoulders. "Sit down and pull it around
you," I said, sitting at the end of the couch.
"Carlie," he said as he curled up on the couch and laid his head in
my lap. "Do you really like Tip and Lyle?"
"They both seem to be pretty nice guys, but we really don't know
much about them other than what Tip told you yesterday," I answered,
noticing he had mentioned Tip's name first. "It doesn't sound as
though
they have a very good home life if what Tip said about their father's
beating
Lyle is true, but I can't see any reason he would have made up such a
story. Lyle didn't say anything like that, but I got the
impression he
was lonely and frustrated from some of the things he said."
"You mean when you and him were in bed?"
"Now you're prying, Squirt," I said, smiling and ruffling his hair
affectionately.
"No, I'm not, not really," he exclaimed, twisting his head around and
looking up at me. "I've told you things about Tip and me."
"Unh huh, sure you did," I said in a mocking tone.
"Well...," he said a little peevishly. "He did get me all
excited on the float when we were talking about sex and about you and
me."
"And up in the loft?" I asked.
"Up in the loft..., oh, jeepers, Carlie, Tip was all over me. It was
like
he had never had sex with another boy. It wasn't like the first
time we
had sex, he wanted to do everything all at once. He was so
excited,
Carlie, that he shot his load just rubbing against me," he said
softly.
"That was pretty much like you that first time, Dalt," I said
quietly, my cock starting to swell from thinking about him and Tip.
"I guess so," he answered, laying his hand on my thigh and squeezing
gently. "But Tip didn't know how to do anything; and, when he
started
sucking my cock, his teeth hurt; but, as it felt kind of good, I didn't
say
anything until after he finished sucking me off. I'm pretty sure
he had
never sucked anyone off before then."
"He probably hadn't, Dalt," I said, breathing in deeply as he
moved his hand between my thighs, his fingers gently touching my balls.
"Was that the way it was with you and Lyle, Carlie?" he asked,
turning his head and blowing his warm breath on my swollen cock.
"Almost the same," I moaned, breathing heavier and spreading my legs,
fires burning deep in my loins as he kissed and squeezed my throbbing
cock with
his lips, his fingers kneading my churning balls.
A euphoric fog of lust and love swept over me; and, closing my eyes, I
dropped
my head on the back of the couch, breathing heavily from the excitement
of
Dalton's hot mouth moving over my cock's cloth covered length.
His fingers
slipped under the waist band of my briefs, pulling them down; and I
gasped at
the feeling of his mouth slowly sliding down over my pre-cum oozing
cock and
whispered, "Suck it, Dalt."
The storm outside was forgotten; Lyle and Tip were forgotten as Dalton
brought
me to the brink and stopped. Breathing heavily, he laid his head
on my
stomach, his lips touching the blood engorged head of my cock, and
whispered, "Not like this Carlie, I want all of it down my throat, and
I want to feel you sucking
me."
Sitting up as he moved away, I didn't ask what he wanted to do; I just
watched
as he stood up and threw the blanket to the floor. Leaning over
me,
he pulled my briefs down over my legs; and I took my T-shirt off.
He
stood over me, his eyes flashing as he gazed at my nakedness; and he
slowly
pushed his briefs down revealing thick silky pubic hair surrounding the
thick base of
his cock. With the elastic waistband depressing his cock he slowly,
inch by
inch, teasingly revealed the beauty I already knew was there. Spreading
my legs
slightly, I took my cock in my hand and squeezed as the excitement
built between
us. I could hear him breathing heavily; and, looking up, I saw
the lust
flashing in his eyes as he watched me squeezing and stroking my
throbbing cock. Moving
closer, he pushed his briefs down; letting them fall to the floor, his
cock bouncing inches from my lips,
pearls of pre-cum dripping from its blood engorged head.
Leaning forward, I licked the precious drops from the crown of his
throbbing
cock; and he gasped, "Not that way, Carlie, turn around and stretch out
on the couch."
Swinging my legs around, I stretched out, my muscles tightening with
excitement
as he sat on the edge of the couch facing me. "You're beautiful,
Carlie; God, how I love looking at you," he whispered softly, running
his
hands over my chest and stomach and tangling his fingers in the thick
hair at the
base of my cock.
Running my hands over the velvety softness of his chest and over
his ribs
to the soft roundness of his buttocks, I said softly, "You are too,
Kid."
"Kid," he said, grinning as he twisted around and stretched out beside
me,
His mouth felt like a hot furnace engulfing my aching cock, and I felt
the
passion boiling inside of me as I swallowed his pre-cum drooling cock.
We raced to the
heights of physical passion, exploding together as we fell over the
precipice
into the abyss of lust and love, drawing and drinking the bitter-sweet
nectar that
flowed from the depths of our loins. It was the aphrodisiac of
love that we
craved and needed and which cemented the bond between us.
"Jesus, I love you so much," I said to myself feeling him relaxing as
waves of contentment washed over us.
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"That was awesome,
Dalt," I said weakly as he
swung around and stretched out beside me, laying his head on my bicep.
Putting his arm over me and pressing his still half hard cock against
mine, he
giggled and said, "you want to do it again?"
"You've got to be kidding, again, now?" I exclaimed, leaning my
head back and looking at him.
"Kids can do that," he said, kissing my chest and chiding me for
calling him a kid.
"You devil, you," I laughed. "Getting back at me for calling you
and kid, and
calling me an old man are you?"
"I don't think old men make love like you do, Carlie," he said
softly, lifting his lips to mine.
The kiss was long and sensuous. I could feel the love draining
from him
into me as our tongues gently mingled, the remnants of our love making
mixing
in a bitter-sweet elixir.
Swallowing, our lips parted and I said, "Kids don't make love like you
do
either, Little Brother."
"Oh, Carlie, Carlie, I love you so much," he squealed, burying his
face against my chest and hugging me tightly.
"Okay, okay, I love you too; but you don't have to break my ribs," I
chided, reaching over him to get the blanket from where he had dropped
it.
"I'm sorry," he said sheepishly, snuggling closer as I pulled the
blanket over us.
"You forget that you're not ten years old," I said softly, running my hands over his rock-hard arm muscles.
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I don't know how long we slept, but a loud banging on the door woke me. Dalton was still snuggled close; and he only mumbled, snuggling closer At first I thought it was the wind; but then another, more insistant, banging brought me up on my elbow. I glanced at the window; it was still raining. Another bang, and I looked at the back door. Lyle and Tip were staring through the glass.
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