Date: Sun, 21 Aug 2005 22:27:09 -0400 From: mariner23502@hotmail.com Subject: My Kid Brother #40 My Kid Brother Copyright ? 2003 By Lee Mariner This ADULT fantasy depicts homosexual acts and erotic situations. Should you find such material offensive or if you are not of legal age in your locality to be reading this material, please leave. The author holds exclusive copyright to this story. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the provisions of their submission guidelines for posting. It may not be copied, reproduced or archived on any other web site without the specific written permission of the author. All stories that I have posted on Nifty can be found under my name, Lee Mariner, in the Nifty Archives listing of Prolific Authors. As always, I am deeply grateful to my friend, Dean, for his invaluable assistance in editing and proofing. Comments and suggestions are always appreciated. Readers wishing to be notified by e-mail of future additions to this or any other stories are invited to contact me at: mariner23502@hotmail.com. Please support the Nifty Archives. Lee Mariner Chapter XL After we wished each other goodnight, I waited for a few seconds watching Dad ascend the stairs to their bedroom. When he clicked the light off, I heard him say, "Goodnight, Carlton, see you in the morning." "Goodnight, Dad," I said, moving through the semi-darkness toward the basement doorway. Dalton had left the stairway light on when he had gone to bed; and, avoiding the squeaking step, I turn it off as I reached the basement floor. A soft glow emanated from the slightly open door to his bedroom; and, smiling to myself as I moved through the semi-darkness toward the door, I chuckled softly thinking, "The kid thinks of everything." Dalton had left the yellowish amber night light in the bathroom on with the door partially open. He had said he would bring our bags down, and they were sitting against the wall at the foot of his bed. He was lying facing the wall with one arm tucked under his pillow and with the sheet pulled up over his narrow hips and tucked under his other arm. His dark brown hair shone even darker in the amber glow from the bathroom nightlight, and the unblemished flesh of his broad back shone golden in the light. I stood quietly for several moments as I watched his lateral back muscles expand and retract slowly as he breathed and slept the deep sleep of the innocent. "Jesus, he's a hell of a kid." I thought to myself moving silently toward the bathroom to undress without disturbing him. I pulled the door shut behind me and started undressing thinking a shower would have felt good, but I knew the sound of the water running and splashing on the shower stall floor would probably have awakened Dalton, so I opted to wash my hands and face instead, after brushing my teeth. After stacking my clothes on the dirty clothes hamper, I re-entered the bedroom. Dalton had changed his position and was lying on his back with one arm behind his head and the other draped just below his rib cage across his flat stomach. The sheet was barely covering his hips, and under the thin percale fabric the outline of his flaccid cock was clearly visible. I was caught up in a plethora of thoughts, some of them erotic and some innocent but all of them about the past weeks with Dalton; and it startled me when he said, "Are you going to stand there all night?" "You devil," I exclaimed. "You've been playing possum, haven't you?" I said laughing good-humoredly as I sat on the edge of the bed with him. "Not really, Carlie, I haven't been asleep." he answered softly as he pulled his arm from behind his head, laid his hand on my thigh and looked into my eyes. "You didn't get mad at me for not staying with you and Dad while you were talking about the cottage, did you?" "Get mad at you, what for?" I said moving his hand as I repositioned myself on the bed and leaned over his narrow waist propping myself up on my elbow to face him before continuing. "What makes you think I would be mad at you?" "I ran off when I should have been with you and Dad earlier." He answered softly, turning his face to the wall. Chuckling softly, I placed my fingers on his cheek applying pressure. Dalton turned his face back toward me; and, gently tweaking his nose, I said, "There was nothing we said about the cottage that you didn't know, Dalt, and your staying wouldn't have made it any different." Dalton moved his hand from where I had placed it on his chest and ran his fingers through his thick brown hair. Silky damp brown hair curled in the concave depths of his armpits; and, for a moment, I detected the strong masculine aroma of sweat mixed with a musky deodorant. Golden satiny soft flesh covered his right rib cage, and I couldn't resist spreading my fingers over their impression. I felt the beat of his heart quicken and a sharp intake of air expanding his lungs slightly, almost a gasp as I ran my hand over his gorgeously muscled chest. His eyes glowed with the love we both felt; and, leaning forward and lowering my face to his, I teasingly rubbed his nose with mine, Eskimo fashion. His right arm slipped around my neck pulling downward lightly; and, as we kissed, I felt his other hand moving over my back. The kiss was long, and I felt the carnal fires of lust surging in my loins. As our lips parted, I felt his bicep flex and the muscle in his forearm thicken holding me close as he whispered, "I love you, Carlie; I love you so much that it feels like there is a fire raging inside of me." "I can understand that, Dalt, I feel the same way; but breaking my neck won't help." I said, pushing up against his forearm. Grinning broadly, his eyes twinkling, he released the pressure of his arm around my neck as he apologized, saying, "I'm sorry, Carlie." "Save the strong arm stuff for when you join the marines if you still intend to after you graduate." I said as I swiveled around and slid under the sheet beside him. "I still am," he said as he turned on his side to face me, sliding one arm under my neck and the other over my waist pulling us tightly together cock-to-cock, chest-to-chest. "And will Jeff Morgan still be joining with you if you do?" I asked, flexing my muscles and wriggling a little to get into a more comfortable position within the steel encirclement of his arms. Dalton wriggled a little himself without answering, pressing his cock against mine and laying his head on the pillow. There was the slightest movement that would normally be a result of the close proximity of our cocks pressing together but the warmth in the depths of his eyes, and his slow even breathing in sync with the steady beat of his heart did not indicate a building of passions. "He has something else on his mind." I thought, waiting for the other shoe to drop as he settled down. His answer did not really surprise me when I considered the few days that we had spent at the lake, a great deal of that time with Tip. "Carlie," he said, starting slowly and thinking as he spoke. "I'm not sure what Jeff is going to do or whether he wants to or can do anything." "Why not?" I asked. "I thought you two were pretty tight." "We are, or at least we always have been, Carlie, but I'm beginning to think that's only because we have grown up together." He replied, blowing gently into my ear before he continued. "There are times when I really don't understand him. Sometimes he talks about what he wants to do and what we could do together once we leave home; but other times he says all kinds of other things about his father's and his brothers' needing him since his mother died and things like that." "That could be true, Dalt, and all you can do is support and help him whenever you can." I said. "One thing you have to be careful of is making any trouble for Jeff with his dad and brothers. Knowing how old man Morgan is, you have to be especially careful that you don't do or say anything that they may not like; it might cause trouble for Mom and Dad." "Yeah, I've thought about that." he replied, reflectively. "Sometimes I get real mad when Jeff tells me about some of the things that they do to him, but what can a kid do, so I keep my mouth shut." "And even though it's hard to understand these things, you still like him, don't you?" I said, thinking about Tip and playing the devil's advocate for a moment. "Yeah...sure I do, you know that." he answered, grinning and tickling my ribs with his fingers as he pulled his other arm back and placed his forearm back under his head. "As much as you like Tip?" I asked softly, breathing in deeply in response to the tickling sensation his fingers created. Dalton drew his hand away; and when I glanced at him, I could see a quizzical look in his eyes as he thought for a moment about what I had asked. I had a feeling what his answer would be, but I wanted to hear him say it. There was a twinkle in his eyes and I felt the increasing pressure of his chest expanding as he breathed in deeply before replying. I learned that my kid brother had a heretofore hidden streak of diplomacy within him. "Carlie," he said softly as he teasingly encircled my breast nipple with his finger. "I like both of them; but, while I've known Jeff longer, Tip is more exciting; and he knows he is gay." "And you don't think that Jeff knows whether he is or not?" I asked, moving my hand up from his shoulder and running my fingers through his silky thick brown hair. "I'm not sure what Jeff knows or wants, Carl." He answered, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "It's like when we went to Indianapolis and were making out in the backseat while you were driving. Jeff likes playing around, rubbing against each other, jerking off, getting all horny and stuff like that; but that is all he wants to do. Tip does all of that, and we both like it; but, he does not leave it at that, he doesn't get me all hot and horny and then quit because he thinks boys aren't supposed to fuck of suck each other off. That is what, Jeff does, and leaving someone wanting more than just petting can be frustrating as hell even though they do beat you off." "Yes it can be, Dalt." I replied while moving my hand over the silky satin softness of his neck and back, reflecting back on the number of times that all I had wanted was to get my cock sucked, and I had done the same thing to the other guy when I was first coming out. "Unless you tell them up front that you aren't into the gay thing and that all you want is a blow job, it can be dangerous as well as frustrating. Some guys don't like being led on." I said, quietly, hopeful that he understood what I was implying. "You mean dangerous in that some guy might get mad thinking he had been led on and punch you out, that kind of dangerous?" he said, snuggling a little closer as we talked. "Exactly for that reason, Dalt, and that is why I've been telling you to be careful about whom you meet or go out with," I replied while sub-consciously, protectively embracing him closer, remembering the times that I had been threatened and accused of being a 'cock-teaser'. "Did it ever happen to you, Carlie?" "There were a couple of times that I thought it might happen, but no one ever punched me or anything like that." I said, glossing over the actual events where it had been close to happening in a dark alleyway or the entrance to an empty or vacant building. "You have to learn to use your instincts and follow them if you don't feel right about someone." I continued, trying to impress him with the gravity of what could happen if he were not careful. "I remember one time when I was in the South Station in Boston, and I was horny as hell. There was a nice looking, well built guy about my age, maybe a little older, sitting on one of the benches looking at me, and running his hand over the bulge in his crotch. We looked back and forth at each other for several minutes, but when he approached me there was something about him that made me a little apprehensive, and I should have broken it off but didn't. My instincts were telling me one thing, but my cock was hard, my nuts were aching and I needed to get my rocks off. All I was thinking about was this guy sucking me off; and, instead of being a bit more wary, I went with him to his car. When we were in his car, he groped me a little roughly as he was squeezing my cock and trying to kiss me; but I wasn't into kissing either. After a few minutes, he must have figured out that I wasn't going to respond to his advances. >From the way he looked at me, he scared me; and I was trying to figure how to get away when, without saying anything, he reached toward me and unbuttoned my fly. My cock was only about half-hard; but, when he pulled it out and started sucking me off, I felt a lot better even though it could have been worse, Dalton, and I learned a lesson." I said, not realizing that my kid brother had fallen asleep while I was telling him a story that would hopefully make him a little more cautious about the people he would meet. Trying not to awaken him, I lifted his arm from around my waist; and, removing his other arm from under his head, I gently rolled him onto his back and placed both hands on his hard flat stomach just above the hemline of the sheet. His tousled brown hair glinted auburn in the subdued reddish/orange/yellow light flowing from the bathroom. His long silken eyelashes lay on his cheeks, and his thick dark eyebrows arched beautifully symmetrical above his eyes. He had an angelic expression as he slept the deep sleep of the innocent. The movement of his magnificently sculpted chest was almost imperceptible as he breathed, and the strong even pulsing beat of his heart was visible just below the sternum where his thick breast muscles met. There was a barely visible growth of fine golden hair leading downward from the sternum to his inny bellybutton, joining with the thicker treasure trail traversing between the ridges of his hard, sculpted abdominal muscles before spreading over his pelvis in a thick silky bush. Moving slowly, I stretched out beside Dalton. Leaning closer, I brushed his soft succulent lips with mine whispering, "I love you." I froze, instantly immobile out of fear that he would waken, when he turned on his side toward me and murmured an unintelligible word or two as he put his arm back around my waist. Pulling gently, he snuggled closer with his arm between us, his head resting on the pillow next to mine. His breathing softened, and I could feel the beat of his heart slowing as he drifted back into protective depths of his dreams.