Date: Sun, 23 Sep 2007 18:02:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Michael Smith Subject: A Summer's Nightmare A Summer's Nightmare By: Michael Smith Any feedback would be very appreciated. Please email me to: wetswimboy2000@yahoo.com It was at one o'clock in the morning when Jason finally insisted that they go to bed. Ben does not realize how exhausted he is from staying up so late until he trudges up the stairs to brush his teeth. He does so tiredly, without paying attention. He then goes to his bedroom, undresses and pulls on light blue pyjamas. He is about to climb into bed when he hears a knock at the door. "Come in," he says. Jason enters the room and pulls down the comforters for Ben. He feels strange doing this for his younger brother. Now that Jason is sixteen, it is the first time his parents have had him babysit his younger brother Ben overnight. This time, in fact, for an entire weekend. Ben climbs into bed, and allows his older brother to do what his mom usually does. The thought makes him giggle a little, and Jason smiles back at him while he pulls the covers tightly around him. Jason leans forward, says good night, and plants a kiss on Ben's lips. Ben giggles again, and says good night. He is glad his brother tucked him in; he needs this familiarity more tonight than ever before. He does not know why, today, he has this feeling of need. The shadows in his bedroom, created by the hallway light and the night light, move as Jason closes the door. The door closes softly, but Ben's stomach jumps at what he hears as a loud bang. He begins to settle down, realizing that the click of the door simply startled him, when there is suddenly nothing but blackness. The night light has gone out, and a light, summer breeze comes in through the window. Even though the short lived draft is warm, summer wind, it chills his face—the only part of his skin that is currently unprotected by the softness of his cotton pyjamas or the warmth of his comforter. He wants to get out of bed and tell his brother, but he is ten years old and wants to be brave. And besides, it is just one night, and he is already in bed. He can go one night without the comfort of the light. Ben determinedly closes his eyes. He finds, after being startled twice, that he is no longer tired. He thinks about earlier that evening, when he was eating dinner alone with Jason. Jason promised him that tomorrow, he would take him to the amusement park, and on Sunday to a movie. And for the rest of the time, they could play video games, or watch television until late like tonight. Ben smiles. It is going to be a fun weekend. He begins to relax, but his body suddenly tenses up again when he hears creaking. It must just be Jason getting ready for bed, he thinks. He begins to drift off into a wakeful slumber, half awake, half dreaming. The creaking of the floor continues in his head. He hears it coming from the direction of his brother's bedroom, but also from the stairs, and from downstairs, and outside. A car alarm in the distance. An opening door. His door. He dares not open his eyes to see what has entered the room. He now hears silence. He is warm and comfortable in his bed, but goose bumps appear on his skin, because he can feel this thing, whatever it is that has entered his room, walking around, examining his things. Ben begins to wonder why it has not come for him yet, and when it does, what it will do to him. But maybe, if Ben does not see it, or make a sound, nothing will happen. A tree branch outside cracks suddenly. Ben's eyes open involuntarily, and lightning casts the shadow of the monster on the wall. Suddenly Ben hears screaming, and feels something wet. The screaming seems to be coming from somewhere far, but it is himself. He looks around frantically in the dark for the monster that he can feel but not see, and he screams, trying to bury himself deeper and more tightly in the blankets. He flails his arms as well against the barrier created by his brother's masterful tuck-in, against this monster that for sure will finish him off. He is covered in sweat, and there is something even more wet in between his legs. And then suddenly he feels something grip him, tightly, and shake him a little bit. Ben's eyes open to see Jason with one hand on his shoulder, the other ripping away the comforters. Ben hears Jason's comforting voice, asking if he is ok. Ben finds himself crying, but the screaming has stopped, and there is the safety of his brother's touch. Ben knows there is no more danger, but he is still shocked and shaking from the experience. He finds himself being lifted out of bed, and held against Jason's body. Jason carries him into the bathroom, where he leaves the door ajar. He does not turn on the light, but allows the light from the hallway to creep in. He sits Ben on the edge of the tub, and sits beside him and holds him. "Hey, you ok buddy?" Ben takes a deep breath. There are still tears, but he is calm, and he realizes now why he is wet between his legs. He is embarrassed and looks down, putting his hands over it. Jason says nothing, but instead reaches over and opens the faucet, running a bath. "What happened?" he asks, over the running water. "N-nothing," Ben says. "Just a nightmare I guess." "I see. Hey, don't worry about that," Jason says, carefully lifting Ben's hands away from the wetness on his pyjamas. Ben is still shaking, and he is now cold from no longer being in bed. There is thunder outside but he does flinch. He feels Jason's hands moving down his upper body, un-buttoning the pyjama top and slipping it off. Ben stands at Jason's request, and allows his elder brother to remove his pants and underwear, and lower him into the hot, comforting water. The heat relaxes his muscles, and he immediately feels cleaner, even before Jason begins taking soap in his hands and rubbing it gently over his neck. They say nothing to each other. Jason devotedly bathes this boy, who enjoys the comfort of the touch, and the feeling of no longer being scared. The bath is almost over, and Jason hesitates, but then takes Ben's penis into his hands, pulls back the foreskin and begins to clean it. He looks into Ben's face as he does this, to see whether or not this is alright. The boy looks back serenely, saying nothing, even though he feels himself getting an erection. Jason, despite himself, finds this exciting. So he stops. Confused at this reaction. But he does not leave. He takes a large towel and uses it to dry Ben. From his brother's room he extracts a clean pair of shorts and pyjamas, and watches Ben, whose erection has now faded, dress. They have silently decided that Ben, tonight, will sleep with Jason, and so they go together into Jason's bed. It is once again pitch black, but Ben is not scared. They lie in bed, facing each other, neither of them closing their eyes, even though they have both said good night. Jason, unable to resist this new temptation, reaches over and puts his hand inside Ben's pants, feeling once again the soft penis, hidden under the fold of skin that is such a pleasure to pull back. Once again, it becomes hard in his hand. He releases it only so that he can pull the pants away. "Let's do this for each other," Jason says. "Do it for me as well." Jason pulls down his own pants, releasing his own erection, and a ripple of pleasure flows right through his body as Ben touches him. The boy, even at ten, has naturally masturbated before this, and knows what to do. And so they lay together in darkness, providing this pleasure to each other. Ben is grateful at his brother's saving him from the monster; Jason is fascinated by this new source of sexual satisfaction. He feels Ben have an orgasm. There is no come from the boy, but the spasms, and loss of erection, show off Ben's pleasure. Jason puts his hand around his brother's, guiding it to work faster and harder, so that he too comes from his brother's touch. When this is over, they continue to face each other, but this time with their eyes closed, and they fall asleep with their hands holding. There will be no more monsters as long as the bond between these brothers is never broken. The End