My Kid Brother
By Lee Mariner
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Dalton had managed to slip out of bed without waking me; but, when I
rolled over and reached for him, his not being beside me woke me
immediately. I sat bolt upright in bed looking around the
room lit by the glow of the bathroom light radiating through the
partially open door and called his name.
"In here, Carlie, I'm almost finished cleaning up."
"Damn, Squirt, why didn't you wake me?" I exclaimed grumpily, throwing the
sheet back and swinging my legs over the side of
the bed. "Before we turned in last night, Dad asked if we would
take care of the lawn for him."
"That shouldn't be a problem, Carl." he said as he came out of the
bathroom buck naked, his semi-flaccid cock swinging teasingly over his balls like a
pendulum. "One of us can run the new riding mower that Dad
just bought while the other does the edging. That way, we should
have plenty of time to clean up after we finish and then take Mom and
Dad to the lake to meet Jake and Tracey."
He stood for a moment, finishing the drying
of his luxuriantly thick chestnut brown hair as he spoke. My
heart beat quickened as my eyes drank in the beauty of tawny teenage
rippling as he dried his hair, and I silently inhaled filling my lungs and
watching the subtle swelling and relaxing of his smooth beautifully
circumcised cock, his magnificently muscled
body glowing with vitality as he dried off.
"It's amazing that he developed so quickly in such a
short time," I thought to myself as I gazed at him, a surge of love
sweeping over me. I felt a deep pride in how gorgeous my kid brother
had become and in his comfort with and acceptance of
both of us being gay.
Throwing the towel over his shoulder, he looked across the room at
where I was slouched on the side of the bed, my half-hard cock dangling
over my balls. His dark brown eyes gleamed impishly as he moved toward
me, grinning as he spoke. "You got something on your mind other than
cutting grass, Carlie?" He asked, placing his arm over my
shoulders as he dropped down on the bed beside me.
"Nope," I answered, breathing in deeply before turning to look at him and
chuckling softly as I placed my hand on his thigh, squeezing gently. "I
was wondering whether maybe you were thinking we might run into Tip while we
are at the lake."
Dalton's breathing quickened slightly; and, glancing down, I saw his
cock rapidly thickening as it swelled, lengthening to its hard beautifully
tapered six inches. His muscles tensed as I moved my hand slowly
over the velvety soft flesh of his inner thigh, and I heard the soft
hissing of air being inhaled between his teeth when the tips of my
fingers lightly touched his full testicle sac.
Turning his face
to mine and looking intently into my eyes, he said in a hushed voice,
"I was a little, Carlie; but, mostly, I've been thinking about you." He hesitated for a moment before drawing his arm from over
my shoulders as my fingers moved upward over his ribs and down over
the velvety soft muscles of his back.
Resting his hand on my thigh, he breathed in deeply, his soft succulent
lips quivering slightly; and tears welled up in his eyes as he said,
"All I have been thinking about is you leaving on Monday and what I'm
going to do after you're gone."
His dark brown eyes glistened brightly through a sheen of tears as he
looked into mine, and I could hear and feel the anguish in his tone of
he spoke. Placing my hand on his warm chest, I pushed
gently, twisting him around slowly in my arms and pulling the towel off
of his shoulder as he lay down on the bed. His
gorgeously developed chest
rose and fell rhythmically as he breathed; and I could feel the
steady beat of his heart beneath my hand as I caressed the velvety
softness of his breast muscles, his flesh quivering sensuously as I
caressed the hardness of his nipples, trying, with difficulty, to
suppress the desire building in my loins and trying to formulate an answer to his
"You will do what you were doing, Dalt, before
you learned more fully about yourself, about us, and why you were
experiencing feelings of frustration when you were around boys but not when you were around
girls. You know
more about those feelings now, sensual feelings of excitement that would result
in getting a hardon, and you didn't really understand why. Now you know
why being around boys dressed or naked excited
you, and you've experienced the exhilarating excitement of
being wanted. You've experienced sex with Tip and
Jeff; and from what you have said about your suspicions about your
school buddy Billy, you
may learn more as long as you are cautious and prudent in your
"Maybe, but that's because you taught me when we made love, Carlie," he said huskily, moving
his hand over my rib cage as he looked up at me with a coquettish gleam in his eyes while he
tickled my chest with his finger tips, his voice husky with emotion. "Sex with them was great, but there weren't the
feelings that I have when you and I make love."
"That, Little Brother, is because you enjoy being with both of
them. You have
said you like Tip more; but, you haven't fallen in love with either one
them. The feelings between us have always been there, Dalt, the natural
love of two brothers; and now we have discovered a physical love that
unbreakable bond. Sex is sex, Dalt, and the physical feelings and
desires that you
have had are a result of wanting sex. Jerking off is only a way
temporarily satisfying those feelings, but it's not like being with
another man, someone you like. You enjoy it, and you
feel better afterwards; but, with someone you
love, the feelings remain long after the excitement of sex has
passed. However, don't confuse love with sex, Dalt. Sex
fulfills a physical
need that is spontaneous while love fills the need to be wanted
not just for the moment."
"Tip is nice, and I like him." He responded, snuggling closer and rubbing his cheek on
my forearm. "But I know what you mean about the way I feel. When
it's just you and I, I feel all warm and safe, wishing it would never end; but I don't have that
feeling with Tip. He makes me feel good, but he is still learning just like I am."
"It takes time, Squirt; it took quite some time before I understood why
I felt the way I did about other boys. You and Tip
will do all right as long as you both use common sense and don't let your inner
feelings control what you do." I said, sitting up and smacking him
lightly on the rump and continuing to speak as I slid out of bed, and stood up. "Right now though, we have
a lawn to cut."
"We would," he growled as he rolled off of the bed. "I can think of something that I'd rather be doing."
"Me too, Squirt; but we have time for that later." I replied as I went into the bathroom to relieve myself and wash up.
"Not much." I heard him grumbling softly almost to himself as he started to dress.
the morning was cool, and the time went by
quickly. Dalton seemed to have forgotten his earlier disappointment, and he was like a kid riding the lawn
tractor while I edged and did the trimming. Mom and Dad had gone
off after breakfast, returning just as we finished cleaning up and
dressing for the trip to Lake Gaston. After a light lunch,
Dalton wanted to drive us in his car; but our parents weren't about to sit in what they called "almost a rumble seat." Dad
did let him drive his sedan while he and Mom sat in the back seat
enjoying the luxury of being chauffeured. The conversation was mostly small talk about nothing in
particular, and I was surprised that there were no questions about the cottage and our week together in it.
Dalton slowed as we drove to Jake's office; and just
before we reached it Dad said, "It really hasn't changed very much,
Mother, has it?"
"The village doesn't seem to have changed much, William; but I don't recall there being so many homes and side streets."
"Jake told us that the village has grown and that there have been
several summer cottages and a small subdivision built in the hills
overlooking the lake, Mom." I
said, twisting around to look back at them just as Dad said, "That's
progress, Mother, nothing remains the same."
"Unfortunately," Mother answered wistfully after a brief moment of silence.
Dalton glanced at me as he turned into the parking area
next to Jake's office building and said, "I think I saw Tracey in the office
window, Carl. It looked like she was sitting at a desk."
"I hope Jake is there." I said as the car came to a stop and I got out to open the rear door for our parents.
Mom and Dad hesitated for a moment when they got out of the car, just like
tourists do when they are in an unfamiliar location.
Looking around as she stepped from the car, Mother commented again
about the difference from when they had been in Lake Gaston
before. Dad, who had already alighted, glanced at me and winked
as he took her arm saying, "We can look around later if you would like; but, for now, you
had better watch where you are walking on this uneven pavement, or you
might twist an ankle."
With Mother holding tightly to Dad's arm, they moved onto the sidewalk
ahead of us. Dalton was walking around from the other side of the
car doing his
own looking around until he saw me looking at him. Smiling
knowingly, I had a teasing remark on the tip of my tongue and was about
to make a comment; but,
remembering we weren't alone, I grinned and winked instead of teasing
The door alarm similar to those used in country stores jangled as we
stepped inside Jake's office, and Tracey looked up from the work she
was doing at her desk. Her expression was blank for a brief
before she broke into a huge smile. "My heavens, Carl, Dad
didn't tell me that you guys would be here today." She said
enthusiastically as she stood up and moved toward us.
"He doesn't know it, Tracey." I responded, bracing for the hug that I saw coming as she advanced toward me.
Tracey's arms felt like steel bands as she embraced me and gave me a big kiss on
the cheek. For a moment, Dalton seemed on the verge of flight but
then succumbed to Tracey's enthusiastic greeting saying, "Gosh, Tracey,
we were just here yesterday."
"I know, but that doesn't mean I can't give you a hug." she answered
brightly. Without hesitating she stepped back to look at our parents and said, "I'll bet these two are
your Mom and Dad, right?"
"Yes," I said, turning slightly to introduce them when Dad stepping
forward and extending his hand said, "You must be Tracey, Mr. Ballard's
daughter," he said
glancing at the three of us and then at Mom who had moved to join him
as he continued speaking.
"The boys have told us about you and your father."
"All to the good, I hope, Mr. Evers, Mrs. Evers." Tracey said,
glancing at us with an impish twinkle in her eyes as she finished
shaking their hands.
"Of course, Tracey," I said quickly. "Is your, Dad here?"
"He should be down in a minute, Carl, he's upstairs getting some fresh
coffee." She answered as she held the swinging gate in the partition
open for Mom and Dad to pass through. "You know how he is about
his coffee," she continued, glancing up as we heard footsteps on the
stairs leading to their second floor apartment followed by the office
front door opening.
The jangling of the spring mounted front door bells was followed by a hearty "Carl,
Dalton, good to see you. I was thinking about giving you a call, but this is even
better." He said looking at us and then asking," Are these your
I was about to introduce them when Dad, extending his hand to
Jake and said, "Bill Evers, Mr. Ballard, and this is my wife Evelyn."
"It's my pleasure, Bill; but call me 'Jake', please." He said, glancing
at Mom and nodding as he and Dad shook hands. "You've met my
daughter, Tracey?" He asked as he handed her the bag of Maxwell
"Yes, we have and please, it's 'Evelyn'." Mother answered quietly, smiling at Jake and Tracey.
"She introduced herself when we arrived a few minutes ago, Jake." Dad
replied glancing at Tracey and smiling as he placed a chair for Mother
to sit down.
"I knew who they were when they walked in, Daddy." Tracey replied as she
took the bag from Jake's hand asking, "Do you still want coffee?"
Looking at us, he said, "not unless our guests do."
"Not right now, Jake," Dad said quickly, glancing at me and hesitating
for a moment. "We would like to see the cottage though, if that
is possible, and perhaps we can discuss one or two of the things that
Carl was telling us."
Bill." Jake replied quickly, glancing at me briefly before continuing to speak. "I saw only a sedan in the
parking lot as I came in, so I am assuming that is your car. That would be a little crowded
for six people, so you can follow us although Dalton and Carl know the way."
The late afternoon sun filtering
through the trees enhanced the short drive from the roadway to the
cottage. The carpet of mixed leaves and pine needles beneath the
trees seemed to hush the
crunch of gravel under the car's tires; and as the cottage came into
view, Mother exclaimed softly but with a tone of excitement in her
voice, "Oh, Carlie, it's
really beautiful here."
"I'm glad you like it, Mother. Dalt and I knew we wanted it almost as
soon as we saw it." I said, instantly wishing I had thought
before speaking of Dalton and me in the plural.
"From what I can see, it seems to be a good investment, Carl; but only one bedroom is a bit unusual." Dad said.
"Don't forget the loft, Dad." Dalton said quickly as he pulled in beside Jake's car.
"A loft is good for kids, Dalton; but what about more than two adults?" Dad asked. "Where are they going to sleep?"
"I guess...." I started to say when Mother cut in.
"William, it is a vacation cottage where people sort of rough it,
not a home. You haven't even seen the inside, and already you're
picking it apart."
"Not really, Mother, just being practical." He replied, grinning and winking at me as he assisted her from the car.
"Being practical is all well and good, William; but for once don't be
until you've seen what we came here to see." She said with emphasis as she straightened up and looked him in the eye.
"Yes, Evelyn." Dad replied as he took her arm to guide her to where
Jake and Tracey were waiting at the back door of the cottage.
Dalton nudged me in the ribs with his elbow as we followed them and
commented softly. "I guess we know who won that argument, don't we?"
The "argument" as Dalton called it was as close as Mom and Dad ever
came to disagreeing with each other that I could recall; and,
returning Dalton's nudge, I said, "I don't think that Dad
looks on it as if he lost, Squirt; it's more like an
understanding. Besides, when can you remember ever hearing them
"Never." He replied. "They always seem to know what the other wants or is saying, and they seem to agree by disagreeing."
"That is the art of compromise, Little
Brother; learn when you should compromise and you will be a lot better off." I said softly as
we approached the group.
"What were you two talking about so intently?" Mother asked.
I was caught off guard, not sure that she had been observing us or even
whether she could have overheard what we were saying; and as I hesitated, Dalton interrupted my thoughts
and spoke up.
"We were just talking about how much we thought you and Dad are going
to like spending a vacation here, weren't we?" He said answering her and looking
at me a little impishly, his eyes twinkling.
Glancing at him, I continued his thinking. "Dalton is right, Mom.
After you and Dad have had a chance to spend a weekend or two
here, I'm sure you will like it." I said, glancing at Dalton who
had a triumphant gleam in his eyes and was looking smug.
Jake gave Mom and Dad the tour while Dalton, Tracey and I stayed in the
kitchen area talking. She surprised us when she told us that she
had seen Tip earlier; and he had told her that, after a big fight with
their father, Lyle threw some clothes into a bag, and took what
money he had and boarded the bus to Indianapolis. He told Tip that he was
fed up with being pushed around, and he was going to join the
"Damn, Carl." Dalton exclaimed. "You don't think they got into trouble because they stayed overnight with us do you?"
"Easy, Dalt, not so loud." I replied, looking over my shoulder to be
sure we weren't overheard. "It might have been, but I doubt it was
because of that. Remember what they had told us about their dad
drinking and giving Lyle a hard time."
"Yeah, but," Dalton started to say when Tracey intervened saying, "Tip
didn't say anything about staying overnight with you guys." She said,
looking back and forth at us before asking, "When was that?"
"Last Thursday, Tracey," I answered quickly glancing around to be sure
we were out of earshot. "They were riding their bicycles and stayed
over because of the storm." I said, shushing them when I saw Mom,
Dad and Jake moving toward us.
"Damn, Carl, I really think you have made a good investment; and, from
what Jake tells me, it can only increase in value." Dad said with
exuberance as he joined us.
"I think he knows that, don't you, Carl?" Jake responded smiling broadly.
"I am sure he does." Dad replied, answering for me as it
was his wont to do when he was in certain family situations and was
excited. I grinned and nodded at Jake as Dad was declaring, "I still
want to take a look at the loft if Dalton will show me the way."
"Sure, Dad." Dalton replied. "The ladder is over here."
Dalton climbed the ladder to the loft over Mother's exclamations of "You
two be careful."
A few minutes after they had
disappeared into the interior of the loft, Dad called out, "There is
more room up here than you might think, Evelyn, and Dalton said it
felt like he was on a Boy Scout camping trip sleeping out when he slept up here."
"Perhaps, William, but it will be the boys sleeping up there.
I'd rather both of you came down; it makes me nervous." She
replied, turning away and moving into the kitchen area to inspect
cabinets and appliances.
I heard Jake asking if mother had any questions as he and Tracey joined her while I was thinking
about what Dalton had said, realizing that he had warded off any
possible complications by implanting the idea that he and I had not
slept together while we had been here. "Good boy," I thought to
myself as I moved closer, in readiness to be of assistance as they descended the loft ladder.
Glancing over his shoulder at Mother after he stepped off of the
ladder and moved to where I was standing, he said quietly. "Your
mother can be a bit of a fuddy-duddy at times, Carl. You would think she believes that I
expect her to climb that ladder."
"I don't believe she was thinking about that, Dad; but you aren't a
youngster anymore, and I think she was more concerned about that than your
climbing the ladder." I said.
Turning to look in her direction, he replied softly, " I know you're
right, Son; and I shouldn't get upset, but I guess that comes with
getting older." He turned to face me and said as Dalton walked
up. "I think you've made a good investment, and I like Jake. He
seems to be quite professional as well as a nice person, and both he
and his daughter seem to have taken a liking to both of you."
"They're easy people to be with, Dad; and Jake has been really helpful." I
said glancing at Dalton who was standing behind Dad looking at me with a broad smile.
"I'm sure of that, and I think we had better join them before we
are in real trouble." Dad said as he turned on his heel and moved in
"Yes, Sir," I replied, soliciting a loud grunt from Dalton when I
nudged him in the ribs with my elbow to get his attention saying, "Come on Squirt."
"Squirt...," He whispered softly. "I'll show you who is a squirt when we get home."
"You will?" I said mischievously, winking at him as I followed Dad.
a few more minutes looking around, we stepped outside; and, as Jake was
locking the door, he said, "Tracey and I would love to have you for dinner if it would be convenient for you."
"It would be very convenient and nice, Jake," Dad said, looking at us as he spoke. "As a
matter of fact, we had planned on dinner before returning home, and it
would be a delight to have dinner with you and Tracey."
"Good, it's settled then." Jake said. "There is a new
restaurant out on Lakeside Road that we have been intending to visit;
and if you like German cuisine, this would be a perfect time."
"Oh, yeah." Dalton exclaimed with his usual exuberance before we could say anything. "I do."
"Dalton!" Mother said reprovingly but laughing quietly. "You like food
period, so I would not call it uncommon knowledge that you do."
"Awww, Mom." He said, blushing deeply with embarrassment like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Everybody laughed at his expense, and it was agreed that German
food would be satisfactory. As we were getting into the cars,
Jake called out. "If you would care to, we can all freshen up at our place before going to
"Good," Mother said as we settled into our seats. "For a few
moments, I was wondering if we could wash up in the cottage, but I'm
sure there is no inconvenience or Mr. Ballard would not have suggested that we do so."
"You could have, Mom," Dalton said, glancing at her in the rear view
mirror. "There are towels and soap in the bathroom that we left
"And, I am sure there are other things that will be needed as well." She replied.
"Only when you are using the cottage, Mother," I said. "The
cottage will be rented out when you aren't using it, and the renters
will have to provide their own linens and towels."
"Rented out." Dad mused thoughtfully. "That had crossed my mind
but, I had forgotten to mention the possibility." He said, asking. "How
does that work?"
"We can discuss all of that later, Dad; but it isn't complicated, and
it might be better if you discussed it with Jake." I said as we
pulled up in front of Jake's office.
restaurant had been built of huge weathered logs with the lake as a
backdrop, and when we entered the reason was clear. There was a
broad view of the lake through a wall of glass. There were huge
chandeliers hanging down from the vaulted ceilings which had the
cross beams visible. The interior and furniture were very rustic,
and the tables were covered with red and white checkered
cloths. Each table had a small pewter lamp with a matching pewter
shade containing sienna colored panels that cast a glow on the table
that did not interfere with other patrons who might be sitting close
by. With the heads of various mounted on the walls of the bar and
dining rooms, the owners conveyed the atmosphere of being in a hunting
entered the restaurant, a suave, handsome middle age man
intercepted us, nodding and welcoming us to the Old Heidelburg.
As Jake was talking with him, I was assessing his obviously enticing
charms. His hair was a golden almost platinum blond, and his face
was pure Teutonic. He was broad shouldered and narrow waisted, and his
black tunic style uniform trimmed in silver brocade fit perfectly revealing
well shaped buttocks; but, unfortunately, his crotch was hidden by Jake
standing in front of him. As the maitre de' was talking with Dad, his eyes flicked between, Dalton and myself, and a sense of
excitement welled up in my loins. When I exhaled after breathing in deeply in an
attempt to control my emotions, Dalton turned, and looking at me with a
wicked gleam in his eyes, grinned and discreetly moistened his lips with the tip of
"That is going to cost me," I thought, subtlety winking back at him and grinning.
The meal was excellent; the service was above reproach, and the waiters
were handsome well built mostly blond young men dressed as
impeccably as the maitre de'
in matching uniforms. We discussed the prospects of renting the
cottage; and of course, Mom and Dad wanted to know what their
obligations would be. While Jake answered their concerns, Tracey
and Dalton had their heads together. I figured they were talking
about Tip and Lyle, and I anticipated that Dalton would tell me later
what they had discussed. After all of Mom and Dad's
concerns had been addressed, there was a slight disagreement
over who was going to pay for the meal; but Jake won out, and was
profusely thanked for a wonderful afternoon and evening. I had
the suspicion that the cost would be deducted as a business expense
which would be logical since we had discussed the cottage.
Tracey rode with us back to their apartment while Dad and Jake rode
together discussing the arrangements that had to be made to finalize
the sale of the property. Mom and Tracey made small talk, and I
could see from the way Dalton's head was angled that he was trying to
overhear what they were saying. When I punched his ribs, he
glanced at me quickly, grinning with an innocent "what's wrong" expression on his face.
drive back to Richmond was quiet with only an occasional comment from
either Mom or Dad as we rode in the darkness. They were talking softly,
and we couldn't hear what
they were saying to each other; but, when I glanced at them, they
seem to be paying any attention to us. When I looked at Dalton,
inhaled deeply as he sort of shrugged his shoulders; and, arching his
back to seemingly relieve the tension of driving, he glanced at me as he suggestively ran his hand over his pelvis and
down into his crotch. I stretched arching my back as he
had done and yawned before settling back in my seat moving a little
closer so he didn't have any trouble running his hand over my thigh and
pelvis, squeezing my hard cock.
From the gleam in his eyes, I could see that he was feeling as
horny as I was and as I slid my hand across the seat, I glanced at Mom
and Dad, and they seemed to be asleep. I laid my head on the
seat back and closed my eyes acting like I was dozing while I was
giving Dalton's cock a vigorous rub down at the same time as he was
squeezing and rubbing mine.
I could feel his thighs tighten when he was
close to blowing his load, and I slacked off rubbing his cock, and kept
him on the edge by squeezing his thigh muscles. It was like we
were playing a game, getting each other almost to the point of
exploding before slacking off and resting until one or the other would
start again. Both of us were on the verge of an eruption when,
giving my hard sensitive cock a final squeeze, Dalton removed his
hand and said, "Mom, Dad, we are almost home."
"We are?" Dad said sleepily. "That was a fast trip."
"It always is when you fall asleep, Dad; you and Mom both were cutting
a few zeez's." Dalton answered as he turned into the driveway,
glancing at me and grinning as he spoke.
I was trying to be inconspicuous as I straightened up in the seat,
trying to adjust my semi-hard cock as Dalton pulled into Dad's parking
turning the car's lights off as he rolled to a stop. We were
suddenly engulfed in pitch black darkness; and Dalton said,
"Jeez, maybe I should leave the car lights on while you and Mom go to
"That's okay, Son." He replied. "You and Carl go ahead. It's been
a long day, and it is a lovely evening. Your mother and I are going
to sit on the porch for awhile before going to bed."
"Okay, Dad, if that's what you want. It's been a long day for all
of us, and I'll be happy to crawl in bed." He replied as we
waited for a few moments while our eyes adjusted to the dark before we
got out of the car.
We stood beside the car and watched to be sure that Mom and Dad made it
across the graveled parking area and driveway to the front porch.
When they disappeared from view, Dalton glanced at me and said,
"Yes, I'm ready, and you are right." I said softly, putting my arm
around his shoulder and hugging him tightly as we walked toward the
house. "It has been a long day, Little Brother; but it's not over yet."
He looked at me, his eyes gleaming brightly, and said, "I know."