Date: Fri, 8 Nov 2013 16:11:32 -0500
From: William Cooper <roguecooper@gmail.com>
Subject: Stepping Stones

Stepping Stones Excerpt

By Carol Lynne


      It was seven-thirty when Donovan pulled his truck into the drive. He
yawned as he opened the door and walked up the porch steps. It had been a
very productive day, but the drive and long negotiations had taken their
toll. All Donovan could think about on the way home was seeing Declan
again.

      He'd gotten very little sleep the night before, and his mind had
started to rebel, pushing thoughts into his head about how nice it would be
to come home to Declan every night.

      Donovan walked into the house and called Declan's name. When he
received no answer, he looked out the back window to the deck. The sun was
just setting, but it was still light enough to see Declan wasn't on the
lounger.

      Panic started to set in and Donovan raced to the spare bedroom,
hoping Declan had just fallen asleep and hadn't heard him call. The bedroom
was empty. Thoughts of Chet raced through Donovan's head as he quickly
searched every room in the house. He picked up the phone and tried to call
Marc. When Marc's voicemail picked up, Donovan left a brief message and
hung up.

      Going out to the deck, Donovan spotted Declan's shoes at the bottom
of the stairs. He looked out toward the water but couldn't see the beach
over the dunes. Taking off at a jog, Donovan crested the little bridge over
the dunes and spotted his brother sitting in the sand, looking out toward
the water.

      Plopping down beside him, Donovan shook his head. "You scared the
shit out of me. I got home and couldn't find you. I thought... What are you
doing out here alone? How did you get out here with your knee?"

      Declan turned to face Donovan. "I needed to think. The water drew me
out, but the sand kept me here. You're right. My knee definitely wasn't up
to the trip." Declan rubbed at the elastic support bandage wrapped around
his knee. It was then Donovan noticed the short shorts his brother wore.

      "Do you want me to carry you back to the house?"

      "In a minute." Declan looked back toward the water. "I've been
sitting out here thinking about us."

      "What about us?" Donovan prayed Declan hadn't picked up the distress
in his voice.

      Declan turned back to Donovan. He put a hand on Donovan's cheek and
leaned forward. When his lips barely brushed Donovan's, he spoke again.
"I'm in love with you, brother." He finished the statement by closing his
lips over Donovan's.

      All rational thought left Donovan the second Declan's tongue thrust
inside his mouth. Suddenly, he didn't care what was right or wrong. He only
cared about this moment in time, this stepping stone to the future he'd
dreamt of since the age of seventeen. He took over the kiss and sucked his
brother's tongue before pushing his own inside Declan's sweet, warm mouth.

      With a grunt of satisfaction, Donovan tried to pull Declan into his
lap, but a sharp cry of pain from Declan stopped him cold.

      "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?" He reached down and laid his hand gently
on Declan's knee.

      Declan gave a small nod. "Would you mind carrying me back to the
house?" He gave Donovan a soft, closed-mouth kiss. "I think we have a lot
to talk about."

      Leaning his forehead against Declan's, Donovan sighed. "I love you,
too. And you're right. We do have a lot to talk about, but not yet. Let me
just enjoy having you in my arms for one night. We can worry about the
morality of it all later. The next couple hours are for us." He stood and
scooped his brother out of the sand, paying special attention to Declan's
sore knee.

      Declan rested his head against Donovan's shoulder as he carried him
back to the house. This felt right, Donovan thought.

      When they reached the deck, Donovan was reluctant to set Declan
down. "You want the sofa?"

      Declan shook his head. "Take me to bed."

      Donovan carried Declan to his bedroom. How many times had he
fantasized about taking his brother to bed, and how many times had he
beaten himself up for even dreaming about it?

* * * *

      After ridding himself of clothes, Donovan moved toward the bed to
undress Declan. At the last second, he stopped.

      "I'll be right back," he said as he disappeared into the attached
master bath. He opened the linen cabinet and withdrew a thick washcloth.
Running the cloth under the water until it heated, Donovan looked at
himself in the mirror.

      The next few minutes would forever change his relationship with
Declan. Donovan wasn't sure what had prompted Declan to kiss him earlier on
the beach, but he wasn't about to pass up the opportunity he'd been given.

      When the washcloth was nice and warm, Donovan squeezed out the excess
water and walked back into the bedroom. He knelt beside the bed and picked
up Declan's foot. Carefully washing off the dirt and sand, Donovan marveled
at the fine boned, narrow foot in his hands. It was like the rest of
Declan, delicate.

      After finishing one, he moved to the next. Declan just watched him
with a mixture of love and awe. When he was finished, Donovan took the
cloth back into the bathroom and washed it out. Bringing it back into the
bedroom with him, he put it on the bedside table before kneeling at
Declan's feet once again.

      Before starting on Declan's shorts, Donovan reached up and drew the
T-shirt over Declan's head. He sat back enough to appreciate the thin,
corded muscles of Declan's chest and stomach. Although lean, Declan's
visible six-pack had Donovan ready to drool.

      "Fucking perfect," he whispered reverently. He leaned forward and
swiped his tongue over one dark brown nipple. "Oh, God. Please tell me I'm
not dreaming." After giving the brown disk a slight nibble, Donovan licked
his way to the other nub.

      With a hand to the back of Donovan's head, Declan moaned and arched
to meet Donovan's hungry mouth.

      "Feels good." Declan began to guide Donovan's mouth further down his
torso.

      He stopped when he reached a set of faint scars on Declan's lower
stomach. He pulled away and traced the scars with his finger. Looking up
into Declan's face, he tapped at the scars. "What are these?"

      Falling backward on the bed, Declan put his arm over his face and
shook his head. Donovan stood and sat on the side of the bed next to
Declan. Leaning over him, Donovan removed Declan's arm from his face and
looked into his eyes before kissing him. The kiss was long and slow, meant
to comfort, not arouse.

      "Declan, are those scars more of Chet's handiwork?"

      "No," Declan whispered. "I had them before Chet."

      "Who did this to you?"

      It took several seconds for Declan to answer. He tried to put his
arms back over his eyes, but Donovan held them above his head and lay over
the top of him.

      Finally, in a soft, almost child-like voice, Declan replied, "I did
them to myself, before I met Chet."

      "Why, baby?" Donovan felt his chest tighten.

      "I was punishing myself. I thought I needed to be punished for the
way I felt about my own brother. After I met Chet...well, I didn't need to
punish myself any longer. Chet took care of it for me."

      "Shit. That's why you stayed with him for so long." It wasn't a
question, but more of a realization.

      Rolling over, Donovan scooted to the center of the bed and brought
Declan up into his arms. He closed his eyes and held his twin as tightly as
he dared. He knew he needed to come clean with Declan on his own feelings.

      "Do you remember the night of our senior prom, the night I had sex
with Elizabeth?"

      "I remember. The first time I cut myself wasn't long after. I was so
angry with you until I realized it wasn't anger, it was jealousy."

      Donovan kissed Declan's forehead.

      "We were in the bedroom naked, and I couldn't get it up. It wasn't
until I heard your voice outside the bedroom door that I was able to
sustain an erection. I fucked Elizabeth for all the wrong reasons that
night. I closed my eyes and pretended it was you. Afterward, I was so
ashamed of myself I started pulling away from you. I moved to San Diego to
get away from the temptation."

      Donovan smoothed his fingers over the faint scars again. "I punished
myself in a different way, but it was still punishment. I stayed away
because I wanted to see you, not because I didn't."

      Now, it was Declan's turn to comfort him. "What are we going to do? I
know it's wrong, but I love you. I don't want to be without you anymore."

      Sliding his hand down, Donovan covered Declan's cock. "We'll figure
it out one day at a time, like stepping stones across a creek." Donovan
moved his hand to the button on Declan's denim shorts and waited for
Declan's consent.

      A thrust of Declan's hips gave Donovan the sign he'd been waiting
for. He unfastened the button and slowly drew the zipper down. Sitting up,
Donovan pushed the shorts over the knee brace and off. Scooting down on the
bed, he mouthed Declan's filling cock through the dark gray boxer-briefs.

      Running his long fingers through Donovan's hair, Declan moaned and
thrust against Donovan's face. "Suck me."

      Lifting his head, Donovan pulled off the underwear. He smiled up at
Declan. "Oh, it's still as beautiful as I remembered."

      Donovan ran his tongue up the wide, heavily veined length of Declan's
dick. Ruddy in color, Declan's cock was a masterpiece.

      Wrapping his hand around the base of the prick, Donovan eased his
mouth down over the crown. The taste of pre-cum exploded in his mouth.

      "Mmm," he hummed as he enjoyed the earthy flavor of his brother's
essence. He could tell by Declan's own moans and shallow thrusts, it
wouldn't take long. Donovan sucked and licked the head of Declan's cock,
working his way as far down as he could. Maybe, in time, he'd be able to
take more of Declan into his throat, but it had been too long for him. For
now, Declan seemed quite satisfied as he spread his thighs even further.

      "I'm clean. They tested me in the hospital," Declan gasped.

      Donovan nodded, and Declan released his control, shooting seed down
Donovan's throat. The powerful jet of thick cream tasted like nothing else
in the world. Donovan greedily swallowed all his brother gave him before
pulling off and climbing up to share the flavor in a passionate kiss.

      Grinding his aching cock against Declan's thigh, Donovan ended the
kiss. "Let me make love to you."

      "Yes," Declan moaned.

      Digging in the drawer beside the bed, Donovan came up with a
well-used bottle of lube. He sat up and looked at Declan. "How do we do
this without hurting your knee?" He poured a generous amount of the silky
feeling lube onto his fingers.

      "I think it'll be okay if I hold it up without bending it too much."
Declan experimented with different holds until he was comfortable. "That's
good."

      Looking down at the well-presented hole, Donovan couldn't agree
more. "Such a pretty ass."

      He smoothed his lube-slicked fingers around the rim of Declan's hole,
pushing one all the way in. He found and repeatedly rubbed against the
sensitive gland until Declan began thrusting against his hand.

      "More," Declan cried out.

      Slipping another finger in alongside the first, Donovan sawed them in
and out of Declan's hole until he couldn't take it anymore.

      "Need in you." He pulled out his fingers and grabbed the bottle
again. Applying lube to his aching cock, Donovan looked down at Declan.

      "Love you," he said as he pressed the head of his dick against the
entrance of Declan's body. With a little more pressure, Declan's body
sucked Donovan's cock into its tight depths. "Oh Fuck!"

      Donovan's cock was above average in length and girth, but Declan's
body accepted his dick as if he'd been made for it. Once in to the root,
Donovan gave his brother a minute to adjust to his size. At Declan's nod,
Donovan pulled three-quarters of the way out before pushing back in to the
base.

      "Harder," Declan moaned. "Fuck me harder. Make me feel every inch
you."

      Reaching out, Donovan helped Declan support his own legs as he set up
a fast, hard rhythm. The sounds of their skin slapping together, combined
with their cries of passion, were deafening in the room. Donovan changed
angles just enough to peg Declan's gland on every thrust. Declan's cock
filled once more as he threw his head back in ecstasy.

      "Need to touch myself," Declan ground out between panting breaths.

      Donovan secured one of Declan's legs so Declan could reach down and
wrap his delicate hand around his own cock.

      The sight of his brother jerking himself off to the rhythm of
Donovan's thrusts was breathtaking.

      "Gonna come. Can't... Declan!" he shouted as he watched his brother's
cock erupt. The sight and smell of Declan's cum sent Donovan over the
edge. He buried himself as deep as he could and shot inside his brother.

      Easing Declan's legs down, Donovan collapsed to the side and pulled
his brother into his arms. He devoured Declan's mouth.

      "Love you," he murmured between kisses.

      "Mmm... love you." Declan curled his body around Donovan's. "Forever,
yeah?"

      "Forever," Donovan answered, reaching for the washcloth. He cleaned
Declan first and then himself before tossing the cloth onto the floor. "You
hungry?"

* * * *

Stepping Stones by Carol Lynne is available through Stiff Rain Press
http://www.stiffrainpress.com/m8/03-978-1-62344-001-5--stepping-stones-by-carol-lynne.html

If you'd like to find out more about Carol Lynne or her books, you can
visit her website at http://www.carol-lynne.net