Date: Thu, 3 May 2018 20:45:01 -0500 From: Armando F Subject: New Adventures with Older Brother part 5 Disclaimer – This story is a work of fiction, and depicts incestual sexual action between teen boys. If you are uncomfortable with that, or live in a community where that material is forbidden, please stop reading. Don't forget, Nifty is a great resource, so please donate! http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html We're almost there, just one last stop before we hit the fireworks factory! Please leave any comments or critiques at army.mando9@gmail.com, I appreciate and value any and all input from you all! Chapter 5: What the Vices have Wrought. I stumbled awake, acutely aware of silence in the room. Ben must already be up and out. Looking around the room, I try to recall the events of last night, but the pair of briefs tucked under my pillow were the absolute proof I needed. Last night happened, and nothing can take that from me, at least. Fear took hold though... Ben was really fucked up last night, drunk and maybe high too, and I don't know how much he remembers or even if he was in full control of himself. Maybe he was blackout drunk, like people say on the movies? But... He was still weirdly perceptive of everything. It was uncanny... Maybe he knew more than he let on? Suspected me of something more than fraternal love? My mind ran and spun and twisted at all the possibilities. I used to think my brother was just a cute meathead, but last night? Past the bravado and the posturing, he was clever. Even a little manipulative... "Honey?" Mom spoke through the door, shocking me out of my whirlwind of thoughts. "Hey, Ben seemed to have left his wallet and phone at that party last night, and he looks.... like crap, to be honest. Please ride with him to help him find it? He might need it. And also maybe someone to help him pull over and vomit..." Well, this got worse... Trapped in Ben's truck with a Pandoras Box of last nights chaos. Oh well, might as well bite the pillow and get through it. I got dressed, put Ben's old tshirt and briefs in the laundry, and headed on out. Mom nodded her head outside, apparently Ben was outside, waiting in the truck... I gulped, fearful. Stepping outside, I spied Ben combing his car, bent over to peek under the seats. "Hey, Ben..." I walked up to him. Confidence, Armando... "Did you need help?" Ben's body flinched, but he kept his face obscured by the underside of his backseat... Worry and paranoia set themselves back in my heart and my head. "Uhhh... Yeah, sure. Ma send you?" "Yes. Did you want me to check the house?" Ben shook his head, more towards himself than to me. "Already looked there..." "Have you tried calling it?" "Duh, I fucking did! Of course that was my first fucking-" Ben caught his outburst. He lifted himself up, and I saw his face. Dark circles around his bloodshot eyes, a little paler than usual, completely unkempt... Very unlike him. He caught my eyes, and quickly looked away, as though he was ashamed. "... Sorry..." He muttered. I moved over to the passenger side of the truck, taking a peek under the seats. Ben chimed in. "I've... uhh... looked at that side already... Guess I did leave it at that party." "I'll go with you." "N-no... you don't have to..." His usual confidence replaced by this weird distraught meek attitude. It was alarming. "Too late, mom already told me to." I hopped into the passenger seat, a little defiant. If he was gonna act like this... Ben blinked a few times, and silently accepted my peaceful resistance. He hopped into his truck, and we went our way. I stared at him, unsure what to say, or even if I could say anything. I had no idea how he felt, no way to read him, nothing to understand. I was completely in the dark, which made me upset. The battlefield was dark and full of terrors, but I was determined to see this mental war through. Sensing my attempted reconnaissance, Ben retaliated with a sonic diversion: popping the radio on and turning it up high. I decided to parry with trying to roll down the windows, hoping the cool air would level the high tensions. Sadly, Ben foresaw this move, and countered with locking down the windows. I stood-by instead, hoping this detente would cease. We drove for a while, through some back alley residences, not part of the city I'm familiar with. I tried to foster some semblance of a conversation but it all proved futile. Ben had put up his iron curtain of "Moody Teenage Angst" and was not budging. Fine, be that way, bitch. We finally arrived at a big but very rough looking house. Trash everywhere, beer cans and cigarette butts replacing grass, paint that looked more like stains... "...Stay here, okay? This is my cousins place, but... They aren't... Just stay put, Okay?" I nodded my head. I wanted to say something but...at this point, its Ben's show. He slipped out of the truck and knocked on the door, and was swiftly ushered in. I swapped the station to some music I liked, and lazily looked out the window. Boredom had started taking hold, but thankfully Ben rushed out of the house. However, something was wrong. Ben's nose was bleeding, and the area around his right eye had swollen up, and he was breathing hard, arms and fists tense. He threw the truck in gear and sped away, clutching the steering wheel as though he was strangling it. I never seen him this pissed. We drove for a long time, the scenery swiftly passing by due to Ben's overzealous speed. The urban skyline became distant, making way for rural backdrops. Farmland, forests, cows... "Ben... where are we going?" I muttered aloud, but was only met with silence in return. Eventually our truck slowed down, and Ben took a small dirt road off the highway, and we found ourselves in a very secluded patch of land, dense with trees, over looking a serene large pond. The only sign of civilization was a small shed built next to the tree, and a small wooden dock extended partway into the pond. We pulled over, and parked under a shady spot next to the water. I watched as he dashed out, his face flush, veins popping a little on his temples. Ben stormed out, and rushed to the shed. Should I join him? He seems angry, but I don't know what he's gonna do... He didn't take me to a secluded place to murder me, I can be sure of that... I hope. I turned in my seat, trying to spot what he was doing, but to no avail. Might as well hop out and check it out... Stepping out of the truck, I tried to sneak out, but Ben had already stepped away from the shed and towards the dock. He took a seat at the end, facing away from me. Well, this is my chance to get him to talk... I marched down the little dock, and took a seat next to my brother. "... Hey Army..." He said, waving an unlit cigarette at me, setting it behind his ear "This... this was home away from hell." He gestured to the scene around him. "When my dad got too much, or his wife was being a big bitch, I used to ditch them and hide out here for a few hours." He kicked off his shoes and raised up his jeans, exposing his defined and hairy legs to the summer sun, and dipped them into the water. "And the cigarette?" I asked, trying not to sound judgmental, focusing on taking off my shoes too. "Oh... This is my dad's secret stash, which his wife decided smoking was killing him more than she was..." He laughed to himself and grew quiet, lost in nostalgia... I dipped my feet into the pond, and felt the cool touch envelope them. "What happened back there, Ben?" Ben looked down, emotions seemingly weighing him down. "... I'm sorry that you saw me get mad like that... my cousin, that little cunt-weasel, he tried to hide and steal my wallet. Shame he isn't too bright, I caught him almost immediately... And when I took it back..." He rubbed the bruise around his eye. "The pussy sucker punched me." He laughed, mostly to himself though. "But hey... I got it back, right?" And for the first time that day, Ben turned and looked back at me. Despite the mess he made for himself, he was still so handsome, even more rugged with the blood and bruises... A man's man... Seemingly like he read my mind, Ben looked uncomfortable and quickly looked back at the tree, his face turning a little flush. "Ben..." I started, unsure how, when, or even if I should proceed... Do I ask about last night? I loved it, oh dear boy, I loved it, but... I don't want to ruin what we just started having... "Army... If... Well... I also had another reason to drive out here." Ben turned back to me again, his dark eyes pensive as they returned my gaze. "... I just wanted to make sure we were... okay..." "Okay? Whats wrong?" I played dumb, eager to learn how much Ben remembered. "Don't, Armando..." Ooh, my full name. Things must be serious. "I know... last night was... Fuck... I don't know... weird and chaotic... I drank and smoked a lot at that party, and it just... I did shit I regret... I didn't mean to take advantage of you or anything. The... thing... I did... I'm sorry. Just... please don't think any different of me?" Ben's face looked defeated, on the verge of being upset even. I was lost, unsure what my next move should be. Well making sure he isn't beating himself up should be okay as a first move. "Listen... You didn't do anything wrong or bad, okay? I'm not... mad or upset at you. Plus... it was just a kiss, not like you hit me." I smiled at him, looking earnest. "Are... are you sure? I was kind of an asshole..." "You were, but not to me. That piranha chick you talked shit about, yeah, but... you were still nice to me." Ben laughed at the mention of his own joke, which relaxed me. At least he isn't trying to repress it. "But Ben... Don't worry about it. You were just looking out for your little brother, thats how you said it." I put on a deep voice to imitate him. "'Don't want no-one makin' a fun of ya for never bein' kissed, by tarnation!'" "Hey, I don't sound that much like a hick..." He laughed a little. I took my chance, my curiousity demanding to be sated, I needed to press the question. "That can't have been the only reason. You talked about... about how you thought I felt about you. How I had feelings about you. Where did that come from?" Ben flinched, a wave of shame flashed on his face as he turned away again. "Army... I... I know you look at me a lot. When you think I'm not paying attention." He turned away, rubbing his face with his hand. "Your eyes linger a lot, like a dog staring at a fresh ribeye. I was weirded out at first..." My face was frozen, shock had taken over. Damn, I really suck at being subtle, don't I? "But then... you told me you were gay, and it made sense, I guess. I know this sounds really fucking gay... I mean, dumb, sorry..." Ben faced me again, looking at me, and I felt his heavy but warm hand grab my shoulder fondly. "I felt happy that you trusted me enough to tell me. Even more than Ma. That took... courage. You didn't know how I would react, and seeing you like that, spilling your guts out for me... I realized something." Uh-oh... "I grew up around here, around these country folk and farms and shit... Fed into what I should and shouldn't be, you know? I always had these...thoughts... but I pushed them out of myself, told them they weren't right or that they were... dangerous. But the danger only made them... well, sexy as fuck." Ben laid back, his eyes closed, resting his head on his laced hands. "I was like you, staring like a dog at certain people. Cute farmhands, sexy ranch girls, the handsome shop teacher. Didn't matter who they were. I just never realized till I saw how... how happy you look, how much telling me who you were... it seemed to free you. I tried so hard to hide it, spent so much damn effort faking or making it less obvious..." He let out a big sigh. "I don't want to do that anymore. And I guess the beer and the weed just sort of... pushed me along. I didn't want to hide myself from you. If you had the balls to tell me, then I could have the balls to be honest with myself... and with you..." "You're not telling me..." I started, trying to make sense of this. "Army, I'm not... gay, but... I ain't straight either, I guess. But I feel like... I need to be true to myself. I just like what I like, and I don't have to explain myself to anyone." It felt like a slap on the face, this sudden revelation. But it sure put his showboating and his macho womanizing antics into light. I sat stunned a little, processing this. Catching onto the extended silence, Ben sat up, and looked at me. "You... you okay?" "Huh? What? Oh... Ben..." I met his gaze, and I felt I saw my brother. Truly saw him. I smiled. "Of course its fine. But... why kiss me? You could have told me without the whole dog and pony show." Ben took the silence now, and I sat, trying to keep myself steady and stern. I wanted to know. "... How do I put this... Its... there's a few reasons, okay?" Ben looked very uncomfortable, the question troubling him... or maybe it was the answers. "I... I trusted you. I knew you wouldn't hit me or make fun or be a dick about it. And... I knew it would make you happy... If you liked looking at me so much, imagine how a kiss would feel..." He coughed, the final reason seemingly stuck in him. "And... You're real cute..." Ben looked away, and I saw his face blush for the first time. By all the gods and angels in all the celestial beyond, I saw my brother blush. "WHAT?!" I couldn't contain it. I felt weird, happy, worried, ecstatic, every dumb and stupid emotion I could feel flooded me at once. I watched as my brother fled behind the shield of his hands. Embarrassment taking the wheel of his mind. I wanted to enjoy this. Even rub it in a little. The fucker made fun of me for years, it was the least he deserved. "You think I'm cute... Me? Armando? Cute? Cute enough to want to kiss? Hell, more than kiss... I saw how excited you got!" His face flushed into a shade of red I thought only possible in fruit (which I guess is appropriate now). Ben coughed awkwardly. I best not push him too much. "Y-yeah... You have a really nice smile, you're smart and funny... And these past few weeks, you've been really looking out for me... I never had someone do that for me before. Usually I'm doing that..." He met my eyes, and I could tell he meant what he said. "You mean a lot to me, you helped me do something even I didn't think I could do, and you... you're really sweet to me. Even after I was an asshole and not even a good brother for years..." "You know, for the older and more experienced brother, you are totally acting like a virgin with her first crush." Ben's face quickly evolved into alarm. "Hey, fuck you. I don't normally pour my feelings and shit like you do... I'm not used to this shit. Usually the girls are the ones like this! You just... I like you, okay? Fuck off with that damn smile." He was right, it was true. He hardly ever seemed flustered or even off his game, yet these past few days... Its a whole other side of him, yet he isn't pushing it down anymore. Its... nice. Romantic, even. "Ben, its fine! I'm just teasing you..." I put a hand on his shoulder now. "But... what do we do now?" Ben smiled. "Well... Maybe your 'older and more experienced' brother has an idea." "Oh?" "Well, I never finished teaching you how to properly kiss, or properly pay you for turtoring me..." He leaned in, and my heart burned, my stomach fluttered, my head shot to the clouds. Our lips touched, and for what felt like a glorious warm and wet eternity, we kissed. His big hand gripped the back of my neck, and my hand glided to his chest, feeling the strong muscle, hot to the touch, and we locked tightly to each other in scalding embrace. Our mouths met at one another, playing a game of tag. The roughage of his facial hair scratched at me, the scent of his deodorant taking me over, I felt surrounded and consumed by Ben's existence. My jeans felt tight and awful in their prison, but I knew this wasn't the moment for this... Later, little buddy, enjoy this for now. Our lips parted, and I gasped, not realizing I was out of breath. Ben laughed, his face blushing red again. "I know, I know... I got that effect on everyone." I was happy to hear him regain his confidence and bravado back. That's the Ben I know! Ben pulled a lighter out from his back pocket, grabbed the cigarette he tucked away, and lit it, the air gaining that faint but familiar scent. I took a deep breath, the odor bringing about my own memories. Tobacco always had that effect on me, reminding me of my dad or my granddad. Same with gasoline and cut grass. I watched as he took a deep drag off it, and held it in for a bit. His eyes hypnotized by the smoke emerging from from the tip, before exhaling. Like this, he looked like a classic movie star, edgy with a sense of deeper trouble. A Rebel Without a Care. Handsome, masculine, all he needed was a leather jacket and a little grease in his hair. He caught me staring at him, and offered his occupied hand to me. "Wanna try it? I wouldn't be much of a big brother if I didn't give you some bad stuff to try. Maybe tomorrow I'll give you a shot of tequila, haha." I grabbed the cigarette, and laughed to myself. "Lets not try tequila, we know what alcohol does to you,"I snapped back, eager to lighten the mood. "Im-fucking-plying you didn't enjoy it..." He busted out laughing, and the weight around us lifted. I took a puff off it, but immediately broke it off, my lungs consumed with a heat I couldn't contain. While I coughed and hacked, Ben grabbed the cigarette back, laughing at me. "Thats what you get for being a smart-ass, dick." He smiled, took another hit, and patted my back, in a vain effort to help me. We sat there, enjoying the moment, relaxing and talking till Ben had finished the cigarette. We walked to the truck, and he pulled a small bottle of mouth wash. "In case of emergencies," He winked at me. * RING RING * Ben looked at his phone. "Its Ma. Hold on..." He answered it. "Whats up?... Uh huh... Nah, we're okay. Just took the scenic path... Yeah, I got my wallet. We'll head home, okay? Love ya too, Ma, later." He pocketed his phone, and hopped in the truck. "Get in dork, Ma wants us home now or we're in big trouble." Damn it Mom... I wanted to kiss him some more. Reading my mind, Ben walked over to me, and lifted my chin up, exposing my face to his. "Well, we do have a long drive ahead of us, and well... don't want your face getting cold, I guess." He leaned forward again and we kissed. Only briefly this time, but energetic. I felt over the fucking sky, enjoying every damned moment. "See? You're getting better... still kind of piranha-y though." I punched his shoulder as hard as I could, but my fist sounded like a weak flounder hitting a real piece of meat. "Kidding Army, jeez. Let's head out." Hopping into the truck, I relaxed and started back out to the pond, trying to keep every moment, every word, every kiss... I wanted to keep them forever. Ben put his hand on my thigh, and I looked at him, and saw him smile, free and himself. It was big, and bright, and dorky. Can't believe I fell for this doofus... End of Chapter 5 Thanks for reading, and be excited for the next chapter. I have a lot more planned for Ben and Army, so please stay tuned.