Date: Fri, 25 Jan 2013 16:51:01 -0800
From: Ersatz Jenkins <ersatz345@gmail.com>
Subject: The Week Chapter 3

Disclaimer: The following story depicts fictional situations of consensual
homosexual relations and relationships among fictional minors and adults.
If reading this story violates any personal codes or civil codes in your
area then please proceed no farther.  The author retains all rights herein
except with regard to Nifty and its Archives.  No part of this story may be
reproduced or reposted without the consent of the Author.

Enjoy.


The Week
Chapter 3


I gulped. This was it.

"Wha-what do we need to talk about?" I stuttered.

James gazed into my eyes and the corners of his mouth quirked upward.

"I think you know, Cay." Cay was a pet name for me in the family, but we
didn't use it much since my name is already so short.

I averted my eyes and felt my cheeks blush crimson.

James sighed and rolled his eyes. "Look, dude," he continued, "we can't do
this here. We have to get going. Dad wants to say goodbye to all of us
before we leave- so get your shit together and meet us in the kitchen when
you're ready."

When he finished speaking, James reached up and straightened my tie, then
brushed imaginary dust from the shoulders of my blazer before giving me a
grin and walking away.

Once he was out of sight I let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been
holding and slumped down onto the stairs to gather my thoughts.

What a fucking morning (literally, heh). First I had pounded Kyle in the
shower, then I'd sucked off my little brother and finger fucked his virgin
hole, and now my older brother knew something was going on and wanted to
talk about it. What could he want to say? What was going to happen? I mean,
he didn't walk away in disgust or REALLY call me and Justin on anything, so
maybe he was okay with it? Maybe- maybe he was even into it?

I wiped my hand across my forehead, then ran my fingers through my hair
quickly as I thought.

One thing's for sure, at least.  I needed to talk to Kyle.

"CALEB! For Christ's sake get your ass down here!"

I jumped as I heard my Dad's voice. Shit- we were going to be late.

I got up from my spot and hurried down the rest of the stairs, leaping the
last couple when I got to the bottom. I ran to the kitchen where my
brothers and dad were waiting and picked up my backpack before going to
stand next to Kyle.  He gave me a searching look and lifted his eyebrow
questioningly, but I shook my head slightly- enough so that he understood
we'd talk later- and tried to give him a confident look.

James and Justin were standing together near the door that opened from the
kitchen to the mudroom (and from there to the garage) while Kyle and I were
near the table. My dad was at the sink finishing the dishes from
breakfast. When he heard me come in he glanced over his shoulder, then
turned off the water and dried his hands on a dishtowel as he turned around
to face us. His gaze silently appraised the four of us.

He threw the towel over his shoulder, crossed his arms, and leaned back
against the sink.

"Okay boys. Have fun at school today and be safe this afternoon and the
next couple of days or so. Justin, since you weren't here when I was going
over this with your brothers, remember that James is in charge. That goes
for you two as well," he said, as he pointedly stared at Kyle and me.

Kyle just rolled his eyes and shifted his feet some as he slouched against
the kitchen table. I nodded back at my dad.

"Whatever he asks you guys to do, you do it. And James-"

Here James stood up a bit straighter.

"-remember that, even though you're in charge, these guys are your
brothers. Don't boss them around and don't take advantage of the authority
and responsibility I'm giving you. Now. I've asked the Walkers to check in
with you every once in a while, and your Aunt knows that I'm leaving town
and that you boys are here alone. Remember what I said about parties. I'm
not saying you can't have a couple of friends over, and I'm not naive
enough to think that's not going to happen, but please be responsible in
what you do. James, if you decide to have a couple of friends over and you
guys drink that's okay- but nobody leaves the house, and their parents need
to know where they are and that they've been drinking. Caleb and Kyle- no
alcohol. Justin- don't even think about it!"

We all laughed at that, and James ruffled Justin's already mussed
hair. Justin glared at us all before crossing his arms and rolling his
eyes.

"Everybody understand? Good. Well, I think that's about it. Remember that
I've left contact numbers for the London office and my hotel over on the
fridge. I'll do my best to check in with you a couple of times by Skype,
but with the time difference I'm not sure how it will work out. Remember to
be responsible with the cash and let me know if you need anything."

We all nodded as he finished. I was finally getting over my nervousness
from my encounter with James, and it was slowly being replaced by
excitement. This was really happening- my dad was going to leave me and my
brothers home alone for a week!

"Anybody have any questions? No? Okay then." He glanced at the clock on the
oven. "You boys had better get going. Ah ah ah- not so fast," he said, as
James and Justin both bolted toward the door. "Everybody come over here and
give me a hug before you leave, and remember- I love you all very much."

There was much shaking of heads and rolling of eyes (I mean come on- what
teenage guy really wants to hug his dad?), but we all ponied up and did the
deed, and I wasn't the only one who wiped the kiss Dad also gave us off my
cheek.

Once the hugging was done, we all gathered our things and trooped out to
James' car in the garage. As we moved into the mudroom I tugged on Kyle's
sleeve so that he hung back as James and Justin kept going. He got the
message, and we moved next to the washer and dryer- out of view from both
the kitchen and the garage.

"Okay- so what the hell happened, Caleb?"

I quickly cupped my hand to his ear and moved so that my lips were inches
away before whispering, "Dude- you won't believe it! When I went to check
on Justin he was jerking off! I caught him and talked to him about Fun, and
then I sucked his dick and blew a load all over his chest. He was totally
into it and wants to do more, and then when we were coming down the stairs
James saw us and I still had cum on my face and-"

"Jesus Christ, dude!" he whispered back

"I know- and then James put his cum-covered finger in my mouth and-"

"He WHAT?"

"-and I think he knows everything and he said we need to talk and-"

I was interrupted by James honking the horn of his car.

"WE'RE COMING!" I yelled back, then turned to Kyle. "Anyway, yeah dude. But
let's go- I'll text you."

I know I had just dropped a lot on my twin, and he was kind of shell
shocked as we walked toward the car, threw our stuff in the trunk, and took
our places. Justin had taken advantage of our little pow-wow and aced the
front seat, so Kyle and I slid in back.

I have to say that James had a pretty sweet ride. When he lobbied our
father for his first car a year ago when he turned 16, we all thought he
was crazy. There was no way Dad was going to go for what James
wanted. "It's not practical and you don't need it," he would say.

James was insistent though, as he tends to be, and eventually they
compromised. He ended up with a lightly used ("I'm not buying you a new
car, James, The damn things lose half their value as soon as you drive them
off the lot. You're getting used, and that's that.") 1-year-old fully
loaded black metallic BMW X5. James originally wanted the X3, but my Dad
decided to get the bigger one. "It has more cargo space, and you'll be
driving your brothers around so I don't have to."

At any rate, as soon as we had settled in, both Kyle and I pulled out our
iPhones. Kyle got the first message off, and essentially asked me what the
fuck happened this morning. I texted him back furiously, describing how I
had just walked in on Justin and hadn't really known what to do right away,
and how everything just kind of happened. He asked me what it was like and
I told him, and ended with describing how James had caught the two of us
coming down the stairs and fed me the remainder of the cum that was on my
lips. Finally, I got around to asking the question that was pressing at my
thoughts.

"Are you mad?" I typed. As soon as the message sent I looked over to see
his reaction.

Kyle read the text, then looked over at me. His face was unreadable. I saw
him lock his phone and then he leaned back and looked out the window, his
finger tapping on the screen as he held his device one-handed. I waited.

After a couple of minutes he brought the phone back up, unlocked it, and
started tapping. I saw him hit send and then he looked over as I read his
text.

"Naw dude. Not mad. Confused at what's going on and what's going to happen,
and def jealous that it wasn't me. But not mad. Never mad."

I looked up at Kyle and smiled. He grinned back at me.

Aside from Kyle and I texting back and forth, the 20 minute ride to school
was relatively uneventful. Justin sat in the front seat looking through his
own phone and texting with his friends while James concentrated on the road
and played DJ.

All in all it was probably the strangest trip we've ever taken to
school. James knew about me and Justin, and I think he could probably guess
about me and Kyle. Justin knew about me and Kyle and what we had done that
morning and hoped to do more of in the future. Only Kyle and me knew
everything, and only I had had sexual interactions with all my
brothers. The confusion and tension, the anticipation of the week ahead,
were getting to me. Even though I'd already busted two nuts so far, I could
feel another erection coming on.

Aside from the radio none of us spoke to each other. Eventually James gave
up trying to find a consistent source of music, and instead plugged his
iPhone in and loaded Pandora. All four of us spent the rest of the ride
making uneasy eye contact, alone in our thoughts of what we'd done and what
we hoped to do. The tension and nervousness was palpable.

Eventually we approached the school, and the first sign that things were
headed in an interesting direction came when James skipped the turn to drop
Justin off.

You see, even though we all go to the same school, it's separated into two
campuses: Upper Campus and Lower Campus. Each has its own set of buildings
for classes, its own library, its own computer labs, and its own parking
and drop off. The entire school is built on the slope of a hill (simply
called The Hill in obvious school slang), and the two campus names reflect
their relative positions. Upper campus is the high school while Lower
Campus serves K-8. They're actually named after people, but everybody just
calls them Upper (or Up) and Lower (Low).

In the middle, halfway up The Hill and between the main clusters of
buildings, are shared common areas (The Commons or just Commons). These
include the school administration building, chapel, cafeteria, a couple of
computer labs, the science and periodical libraries, and some study rooms
and game rooms. We also share athletic fields and facilities (an
all-purpose gym, squash and tennis courts, a pool, hockey rink, football
and lacrosse fields, soccer fields, baseball, etc.), and these are located
around the base of the hill closer to Lower Campus.

At any rate, we would normally drop Justin off at Low before driving up the
hill and parking closer to Up. There's a lot there for Juniors, and James
has an assigned space. But this morning he drove right by the entrance
without even tapping his brakes.

"Hey James, um- you missed my turn," Justin said.

"I know."

"Oh- okay?"

"Just relax, little dude. Trust me," James replied.

I exchanged puzzled looks with Kyle as James took the turn leading to the
athletic facility parking lots. He drove into the one nearest the varsity
soccer field. Aside from his BMW the lot was utterly empty. The freshman
team only practiced three days a week, and JV and Varsity didn't practice
until the afternoon.

James pulled into a space, threw the gear shift into park and turned off
the car. The sudden silence was deafening, and the sound of the four of us
breathing seemed overly loud to me. Justin's coat rustled as he squirmed
again in his seat.  Finally, James took off his shades, released his
seatbelt, and turned around slightly to face us all. He had his back to his
window and lifted his right knee so that his leg was casually bent and up
on his seat.

"Okay guys. You're probably wondering what the fuck we're doing in an empty
parking lot. I think we're all also wondering what the fuck is going on
right now, and I don't just mean sitting in my car in the lot. I mean with
the coming week with Dad gone and, at least for me, the shit you've all
been doing together."

I felt the bottom drop out of my stomach. Was he actually going to talk
about this? Here? Now? I mean, I know we have to talk about it
eventually. But-talk? Like, actually talk?

Justin cleared his throat and asked, "What do you mean?" It came out as a
squeak, and his voice broke with his nervousness.

Kyle was drumming his fingers on his thigh and his face was impassive. I
admired his composure.

James swept his eyes around the car and smiled slightly.

"You all know exactly what I mean. Let's stop fucking around and just get
it out there. Justin, I know you and Caleb were messing around this
morning. No-" he said, as Justin started to speak, "- don't tell me you
weren't. I saw you two coming down the stairs. Caleb had cum on his lips
and you looked like you were fucking high. Clearly SOMETHING happened- he
didn't get cum on his face just from looking at you."

Here I started to break in, but James waved me to silence.

"No, I'm not quite ready to hear from you yet either. Not only were you
messing around with Justin this morning, but I also know that you and Kyle
have been fucking each other for years."

"What the fuck dude!" Kyle finally spoke up. "How do you know that?"

James laughed in his face.

"Seriously? How do I know that? How the fuck could anybody live in our
house and NOT know it? You two sleep in the same room, for fuck's sake, and
believe you me when you're really getting into it and pounding his ass, or
the other way around, the moaning carries. I'm surprised Dad can't hear
you."

I felt my face blushing scarlet, and Kyle's was a mirror of mine. His
cheeks literally looked like they were on fire.

"We don't-we haven't-" he began again less forcefully, but James kept
talking right over him.

"Of course you do! Jesus Christ, Kyle. I'm not stupid, so please don't
treat me like an idiot. You two have been messing around for years, and
this morning Caleb and Justin were doing something together. Do you all
admit that?"

Kyle turned to look at me, and I could feel Justin looking at me too. James
focused his eyes on mine as well.

Well shit. How did I get to be in the middle of this? I quietly reminded
myself that no good deed (including fucking your twin and blowing your
little brother) goes unpunished. I sighed internally, cleared my throat,
and spoke.

"Are you ready to hear from me yet?" I asked James.

He leaned back against the car window and folded his arms before
nodding. He still had a slight smile on his face. He was definitely
enjoying this.

"Yes. I'll admit to it."

Both Kyle and Justin spoke up at once. I reached out to squeeze Kyle's
thigh with my left hand and grabbed Justin's shoulder with my right. They
both fell silent and I continued.

"You're right, James. Kyle and I have been messing around for years. We've
done a lot together, including sex." Here I paused to lick my lips. "And
last night when we were, um, together, Justin watched us. So this morning I
wanted to have a little talk with him and I walked in on him jerking it."

James laughed at that and looked over at Justin. "You what?"

I still had my hand on Justin's shoulder and could feel him shake with
nerves as I explained what he and I had done earlier.

"So I sucked him off," I finished. "And, for the record, we both liked it."

The car was silent as I finished. Justin and Kyle had both relaxed, and
James looked to be hanging on my ever word.

"I thought you two had been up to something, but wow." He reached down and
none too casually adjusted what I realized what a massive erection. Even
after he moved it I could clearly make out his 8.5 inches pulling hard
against the fabric of his trousers.

He cleared his throat before continuing. "So right. So my twin brothers
have sex together, and this morning my youngest bro joined in. You all
enjoyed it obviously. Is this going to happen again?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, clearly you and Kyle will continue to fuck each other, right?" We
nodded. "And what about you, Justin? If they ask, will you mess around with
them?" Here Justin hesitated, but finally nodded.

"I just- I really liked it," he said.

"Uh huh. Okay. So here's the thing. We have a week ahead of us, yeah? A
week together where it's just the four of us bros. No dad, no adults, no
nothing. Can I safely assume you'll take advantage of that time to mess
around together?"

Kyle and Justin started laughing and I grinned. "Yeah James. I think you
can safely assume that," Kyle answered.

James nodded. "I see. And what do you think I should do about it? I mean, I
don't exactly think it's normal for you guys to be doing those sorts of
things together. I mean, I think there are like laws against that sort of
thing. And Dad left me in charge, and if anything bad happens, or somebody
found out about what you guys are doing and-"

"Hold up," I said. He's seriously going to bring legality into this? What
the fuck? I could tell he was just as excited about this as we were. I
mean, could he not see his own erection?

"Listen dude. I appreciate that you're worried about some of this," I
said. "But relax. Nobody's going to find out about this, and nobody's going
to say anything, and nothing bad is going to happen. We're brothers first
and foremost, and what Kyle and I do together and what Justin might decide
to join in on is just another aspect of that. Nobody's going to get hurt
and nothing will ever change that. If anything, I think it will only bring
us closer together. As to what you're going to do," I paused and looked
down at James' massive tent, "you could always join us."

Kyle and Justin laughed nervously, and James looked slightly surprised at
the suggestion. I couldn't imagine why he would be. Clearly it was the
obvious thing to do and say, and I half-thought that was the reason behind
him confronting us like this. I think, more than anything, maybe he was
surprised it had gone this well. He started by being playful earlier, then
angry when confronting us, and now thoughtful and concerned? No. He can't
be surprised at the question. And he knows what he's going to answer. He's
known it since this morning at the very least.

James put his hands behind his head and shifted his hips forward so that
his trouser-bound cock was obvious to everybody in the car.

"I think, if you all are okay with it, that I'd like to try."

Justin started giggling and I let out a relieved laugh, but Kyle actually
whooped.

"Whoah dude!" James said. "Chill out boys!"

There was a lot of rustling going on as we all took the opportunity to
adjust ourselves. It wasn't only James that had wood after talking about
all this. With four healthy teenage boys planning a week of sexual
escapades, erections were a given.

Once again James cleared his throat and continued. "I love you guys, and I
hope you know that, and this week is going to be fucking awesome. I had a
sense of where things were, obviously, and what the deal is, but I wanted
to get that first part out of the way before school starts."

"First part?"

"Yeah, the first part. The knowing part. Next, I want to take a page out of
Dad's book and set some rules and expectations. We're not going into this
and doing these things without talking about those first. This is some
sensitive ground, and if we do decide to like, get physical or whatever-"

"Seriously? Get physical?" Justin asked.

"Fuck off, Justin. You know what I mean. Yeah, get physical."

"I think you mean have Fun," Kyle said.

"What?"

"Fun of course," he continued. "It's what Caleb and I call all the sexy
things we do together. It just seemed to fit, and it was a whole lot easier
than spelling everything out!"

"Fun. Right. Okay, so yeah. We're not going to have Fun without rules. Like
you said earlier, Caleb, we're brothers first and anything we do together
will only be an aspect of that."

"What do you mean- rules?" Justin asked.

"Well maybe not rules, exactly. More like- I don't know. What you guys want
to happen, and maybe just as important, what you don't want to happen. What
should we do? How should we have Fun? Does that make more sense?"

We all nodded.

"Good. I think the first thing we need to make clear, at least right now,
is that we need to be careful about what we say today at school. I don't
want you guys blabbing to your friends that we have the house to ourselves
and nobody watching us. The last thing we need is everybody showing up and
crashing. That would pretty much ruin any chance we have of enjoying
this. So, the first rule of Fight Club is- don't talk about Fight Club."

James smiled as looked around at us, but his smile faded and he shook his
head as he realized none of us saw the humor.

"Seriously guys? Fight Club? Brad Pitt? Edward Norton? For fucks
sake. Anyway, don't mention this to any of your friends. Agreed?"

Again, we all nodded.

"Good. Let's shake on it."

James put his right hand out, palm up. Justin immediately put his hand
in. Kyle and I exchanged looks, shrugged, and both put our hands on top of
Justin's. Mine was on top palm down. I pressed hard and felt James push up
against me so that we were sandwiching Kyle and Justin.

"Are we gonna do a cheer or something?" Kyle said, laughing.

"Yeah- 1,2,3 Bros?" I added.

We all laughed at that.

"I think touching is enough," James said. We bobbed the pile once like a
massive handshake, and then withdrew.

James started the car and drove toward the Lower drop off for Justin. Me
and my three brothers home alone for a week of Fun. I wasn't sure how I was
going to get through school that day.

-- ~ --

For all that I was super excited for bro time and Fun, my teachers did
their best to make sure I forgot about anything aside from my classes that
day. I mean, I suppose that's why our parents pay them the big bucks, and
what the school's all about (you know, that whole college prep thing), but
sometimes I wished they didn't really feel the need to try quite so hard.

So after two pop quizzes, an in-class essay, two labs, a stressful free
period spent idly doodling various graphic interpretations of what I
planned to do to James at the earliest opportunity, lunch, and a bunch more
shit I won't bore you with, the day was finally over.

It was almost a surprise when the bell tower went through its special chime
for the end of regular classes and my Spanish teacher wrapped up the
lesson. I had only been half paying attention, but I scribbled down a note
to check our class Blackboard website for the homework assignment, shoved
my notebook in my bag, slung my blazer across my shoulder and made my way
towards James' car in an awkward shuffle.

Aside from all the academic stress, I'd been worried about how to turn
questions about the weekend from my friends. I mean, when we had all talked
this morning James had been pretty insistent that we not share anything,
and I did my best not to let on that we had the house all to ourselves. I
don't think he planned on keeping it that way, especially when Dad seemed
cool with us having some people over, but it wouldn't do for things to get
out of hand. Luckily nobody had said anything, so I didn't have to worry
about lying or creating some excuse.

It was a good 10 minute journey to the junior lot where James had a space,
and by the time I got there he already had the car started and I saw Kyle
in the passenger seat. His last class (and the only one we didn't have
together) was Latin. Old-style school that it is, we actually have a
Classics building which happens to be on the side of Upper closest to the
lot, so he nearly always beat me to the car. I couldn't understand why Kyle
thought Latin would be useful aside from maybe on the SAT, but he always
just shrugged and said he thought it was cool. Whatever. I wouldn't be
surprised if he took it just so he could constantly ace me out on shot
gun. I threw my stuff in the back and James raced down the Hill to collect
Justin almost before I could shut the door.

The ride home was uneventful, and I felt like the awkwardness from earlier
in the day returned. There wasn't a lot of talking, but I could tell each
of us was thinking about it. When James finally broke the silence to run
through the schedule for practices and rides and whatnot, it was actually a
relief.

"Okay so I'm going to drop you guys off at the house before coming back for
my practice. You all need to get a start on homework, but make sure you eat
something and have your bags ready. I'll pick you up around 5:00 and take
you to your practice, then pick you up afterward. Depending on what you get
to eat earlier we'll have a second meal together when we get home. Sound
good to everybody?"

We all just nodded, and Kyle, Justin and I bailed when we got to the
house. James waved and gave a little smile, then pulled out and left for
his practice.

The three of us made our way into the house and started on homework. Even
though we're all in different grades and whatnot, Dad still insists that we
all do our homework together at the kitchen table rather than in our
rooms. I thought it was kind of a stupid rule, but I've given up
complaining. Besides, I guess it works out sometimes when I'm stuck on
something and James is right there to ask, or I can consult with Kyle or my
Dad if he's home.

We grabbed some snacks and got down to it. Kyle and I didn't really have
all that much to do aside from studying. With the weekend coming up, the
workload was blessedly light. I had a paper due for Spanish that I needed
to tweak and a draft due for English that needed editing, but aside from
that I wouldn't have too much to worry about. I was focused on working
through the proper conjugation of "oler" when I felt something brush my
leg.

I looked up and caught Kyle's eye as he flashed a grin at me from across
the table. He went back to working on his math problem set, but I felt the
touch again. I pushed my chair back slightly from the table and
surreptitiously looked down.

Kyle's socked foot was caressing my leg! He was using mostly the toes and
trying to lift the cuff of my khakis, but every once in a while he pressed
the sole of his foot to my leg and ground into me.

I tried to concentrate on my Spanish. Lame, I know, but with a whole week
ahead of us, and the weekend too, I really wanted to get this taken care of
so that I wouldn't be distracted by schoolwork.

Kyle wasn't taking that for an answer though. His foot was slowly working
its way up my leg and I knew it was only a matter of time before he started
working my dick. The more I thought about it, the more I realized I was
being a tool. Wasn't this what I was looking forward to? Fuck Spanish.

I put my pen down, closed my notebook, and pushed back my chair. Kyle and
Justin both looked over at me as I stood up and started to undo my tie.

"Um, Caleb, what are you doing?" Justin asked.

"I'm taking my shirt off, dude, what does it look like?"

"Why?"

I shook my head, and kept going. I unknotted the tie and threw it on the
floor behind me before working my fingers down the buttons on my dress
shirt.

"Dude, it's just us!" I said. "Don't you get it? Dad's not coming
home. Haven't you ever wanted to just be naked in the house? Maybe fool
around?"

Justin just sat there staring at me, but Kyle smiled widely before pushing
his chair back and starting to strip too.

I finished with my dress shirt and threw it at Justin to snap him back to
reality. The little horn ball couldn't take his eyes off my now bare
chest. The shirt settled over his head, and by the time he got it off I was
working on my belt. Kyle had made quick work of his shirt and tie and we
both whipped our belts off in unison. He snapped his at me and I laughed as
I dodged it. He snapped it the other way toward Justin, who fell off his
chair trying to get out of the way. He came up giggling, and I think that
finally clued him into what we were doing. He looked down at his science
homework, shrugged, and went to work on his tie.

I kicked off my shoes, shoved down my khakis and boxers, and stepped out of
them. I was now completely naked aside from my socks. Kyle wasn't far
behind, and Justin was catching up surprisingly quickly. I waited until
Justin bent over to start taking his pants off, then quickly moved over and
pushed him lightly.

Of course he wasn't expecting it, and with his feet still caught in the
legs of his khakis he couldn't steady himself and toppled over. Kyle and I
were laughing at him, and he looked up at me with a slight smile on his
face.

"What was that for?" he said.

"You were taking too long, little bro. It looked like you needed some
help," I said as I reached down and tugged at the cuff his pants and pulled
them off.

While I was taking Justin's pants off Kyle had walked over and positioned
himself right behind Justin's head. We were all three naked now except for
our school dress socks, and it was obvious things weren't going to stop
there. I was painfully hard, as were my two brothers. Kyle's dick looked to
be in about the same shape as mine, but Justin's was red and leaking. I
pointed down at his boyhood.

"Dude Justin. Your dick looks like you've been hard all day!"

He laughed and reached down to swipe the head of his cock. He caught some
of his precum and rubbed it around.

"Yeah I know, right? I have though. Pretty much since this morning. I had
to keep excusing myself to go to the bathroom almost every class, and I had
to walk with my textbooks over my dick so that everybody didn't see. Zach
and Ryan asked me what was up at lunch but I just shrugged and said I was
feeling really horny."

"And they just left it like that?" Kyle asked.

"Yup- pretty much. I mean, what are they going to say? Anyway, Ryan has
boners all the time in school and everybody knows Zach master- I mean,
jerked off in the locker room during gym class last year, so it was no big
deal."

"I didn't realize you were so relaxed with stuff like this around your
friends," Kyle continued.

Justin kept working his cock as he was telling us about his day, and
hearing about his friends and watching him slick up his boystick was
definitely getting my juices flowing. I flexed my groin muscles and a pearl
of precum welled up in my slit. Without hesitating, I reached down and
started leisurely jacking myself.

"I don't think I'm really that relaxed about it, " Justin said. "But after
this morning with Cay- I don't know. Dad did say we could have some friends
over in small groups, and I was thinking that maybe I'd sort of feel them
out about things. See if they'd be cool with it, you know?"

Holy shit! My mind hadn't really moved past thinking about all the things
we four brothers would do this week, but hearing Justin talk about his
friends- it definitely made sense. Fuck! Not only would I get to have Fun
with my brothers, but now maybe with their friends too? Sweet Jesus.

Kyle had joined Justin and me in jacking his pole, and I thought it was
about time we moved things along. I stuck my hand out for Justin to grab
and I hauled him to his feet, then stepped into him.

He jumped slightly as our dicks touched each others bodies, but he relaxed
as I bent down to kiss him softly on the lips. I could taste his desire,
and he quickly opened his mouth to my probing tongue. He wrapped his arms
around me and hugged himself tightly against my hard teen body.

Kyle quietly approached from behind Justin, and moved so that his dick was
nestled in Justin's ass crack. I felt Justin move his hips back slightly,
pressing outward with his ass against Kyle's cock, and Kyle snaked his arms
around Justin so that we were all three hugging. It was a Justin sandwich.

Justin moaned against my mouth, and the tip of his 13-year-old dick, slick
with precum, left tiny circles of dicksnot on my thigh as he ground his ass
into Kyle. I ran my fingers lightly up and down Justin's sides, enjoying
the feeling of his smooth skin and the tiny shivers he gave when I would
reach his ticklish areas. Kyle lowered his head and started nibbling
Justin's ears and licking and kissing his throat while his dick leaked
precum to dribble down Justin's ass crack and lube his boy hole.

Eventually I broke off our kiss and made eye contact with Kyle.

"Follow my lead."

I dipped in for one more quick kiss, smiled at the look of sheer lust on
Justin's innocent face, then started licking my way down the front of his
body, worshipping his pure adolescent form. While I bathed his front in
saliva Kyle was working his way down Justin's back. His tongue and fingers
were sensual whirlwinds, lifting, caressing, probing, and massaging the
muscles on Justin's boyish arms. Our tongues met and we swapped spit as we
both explored Justin's smooth pits, then moved on.

Justin's moaning was quiet, as if he wanted to keep it under control. I
took a break from sucking his nipple to remind him that there was no reason
to stay silent.

"Let it out, little dude. It's just us. If you want to moan- fucking
moan. If you want to scream, try to break a window!"

"That's-UGH- that's right. I- OH CRAP- I forgot!" He didn't need a second
reminder, as his boyish mewlings and moans expanded to fill the kitchen
with the sounds of his pleasure.

Eventually Kyle and I fell to our knees as we both approached our
respective prizes. He flashed me a grin as he placed his hands, one on each
of Justin's glutes, and spread them wide open to expose his hole. I smiled
back as I reached forward to cup Justin's smooth balls in my left hand and
delicately fingered his shaft with my right. Then Kyle dove forward and
touched the underside of his tongue lightly to Justin's pink rosebud.

"Oh shit Kyle! Oh fuck!"

Just like this morning, the light, delicate touch on his anus made Justin
involuntarily thrust his hips forward, and I guided his probing young dick
between my lips and into my hungry mouth.

"Ugh yeah, Caleb," he moaned. "Oh fuck yes. Suck my penis!"

I breathed through my nose and slid down my 13-year-old brother's throbbing
cock until I had all 5 inches of his boyhood buried in my throat. I moved
my hands to either side and grabbed his hips as he started to thrust into
my face, fucking me lightly. At first I thought he was setting his own
rhythm, but then I realized he was just responding to Kyle's tongue. As the
tip of Kyle's tongue lapped ever deeper into Justin's warm hole, making it
wet and relaxed, he would push his hips forward into my face.

With my mouth full of his pubescent rod, I glanced up to see how Justin was
handling this. I mean, just this morning he was pretty innocent with stuff
like this. Now one of his older twin brothers was deep throating him, and
the other was essentially fucking him with his tongue.

I needn't have worried. Justin had his eyes closed, and I could see the tip
of his tongue sticking out as he bit his lip. He had one hand out to the
side to steady himself against the table while the other was rubbing and
pinching his nipples. His moans were steady and constant, but the pitch was
slowly getting higher and higher. His abs were flexing and heaving with the
strength of his sensations, and I could see he had goosebumps. He wasn't
going to last much longer, and that was fine. This was just the beginning.

I backed off Justin's dick for a second, just leaving the tip in my mouth
and working his head over with my tongue. His precum was so sweet I could
have stayed like that, drinking from his cock, for the rest of the
afternoon (or at least until swim practice), but I wanted to see how far we
could go. I buried my nose into his hairless pubic region, swallowing his 5
inches again and began to work him over with the back of my throat. I could
feel him gushing precum in spurts as Kyle's tongue was now equally deep in
Justin's hole and was working him over hard.

"Oh shit, Cay, oh shit I can't last much longer. Oh shit," Justin mumbled,
and he tried to pull his dick out of my mouth. I held on to his hips though
and wouldn't let him back away, even though I wasn't sure where he thought
he would go since he was impaled on Kyle's tongue.

His moans were now almost girlishly high and broken, and his balls drew up
in their hairless sack tight against his body. His head fell back and he
screamed with ecstasy as I felt his dick swell and then pulse as his boy
cream surged into my mouth. I let the first few shots go straight down my
throat before backing up and letting the rest pool on my tongue. I had
plans for it and didn't want it eat it all!

When Justin's orgasm was finally over he opened his eyes and I let him pull
out of my mouth. I kept my lips locked around his dick as it left, making
sure I collected all the spit, precum, and boy jizz I could. It made a
plopping sound as it left the suction of my mouth.

"Holy shit, Cay," Justin said. "That was SO much better than this morning!"

I stood up, pulling Kyle to his feet as well, then put my hands on Justin's
chest and pushed him back until he bumped up against the table.

"Wha-what are you doing?" he asked.

I just kept pushing him, and finally Kyle understood what I was going to
do. He reached over and brushed all our homework to the other end of the
table. Justin glanced backward, then looked up at me quizzically. I just
nodded, and he got the idea. He laid himself back on the clear space, his
head and upper body supported by the thick wood to his waist, and his
smooth legs dangled downward so that his dress socks just barely brushed
the floor.

I stepped up so that I was between Justin's now spread legs and bent over
his prostrate form. I leaned down so that my lips were inches from his, and
then I opened my mouth and let some of his sweet load dribble out. Justin
lapped it up hungrily and tried to sit up to kiss me and suck the rest
out. I put a hand on his chest and pushed him gently back down, then shook
my head. He took the hint and relaxed backward.

I moved my mouth down his body line, letting his cum slowly seep out in
bits and while I rubbed it into his smooth skin. I took my time working
over his erect nipples and massaging his pecs, then grinding each of his
little boyish abdominal muscles while continuing every downward until I
finally reached his penis. It must have deflated after he jizzed in my
mouth, but the cum swapping and spreading had revived it so it was semi
hard. I could tell it would be fully erect again with a little
encouragement. I mean, come on. He was only 13. Any self-respecting
teenager would be up for more, and I knew my younger brother was one horny
fuck. I was going to enjoy this.

I let about half of his remaining load drip onto his dick, pausing to rub
it around and encourage him to another full erection, then gathered his
legs in my hands and kind of lifted while pushing forward so that his hips
rolled and his hairless boy hole, still glistening with a mixture of Kyle's
precum and spit, winked at me. I dipped my head and placed my tongue at his
entrance, then pushed Justin's remaining load into his own ass.

Justin moaned again as he felt my tongue penetrate his hole, and I think he
knew what was coming. Kyle certainly did.

"Hey Cay, are you sure he's ready for this?"

"Of course he is. Aren't you little dude? You're ready to get fucked by
your big brother, right?"

Justin looked up at us both from the table, and he had the biggest smile on
his face I've ever seen.

"Oh yeah!" he said.

I grinned back at him, pleased that he seemed to be as excited as I was,
then moved so that the tip of my dick brushed up against his hole.

"Okay bro. Here's how this is going to work. Kyle, you go around the other
side where his head is. Justin, be a good boy and suck on his dick for me,
alright? There's nothing to it. Just lick it like a lollipop and avoid
using your teeth." Justin nodded, and Kyle moved as I directed. He looked a
little nervous, and slightly jealous. I guess he probably wanted to be the
one to take Justin's virginity, but I had already finger fucked the boy
this morning and sucked his cock twice. I definitely had first dibbs.

Justin tilted his head backward and made eye contact with Kyle. "Go ahead,
Kyle. I'm ready."

Kyle reluctantly stepped toward the table, grabbed his penis, and angled it
downward toward Justin's waiting mouth. Justin reached toward my twin's
meat with his tongue, and I heard a sharp intake of breath from Kyle when
it connected. Justin was a quick study, and he was slurping up and down
Kyle's pole with his tongue and lips, bathing his brother's dick in a mix
of spit and precum. Kyle let out an appreciative moan, then gave Justin
some coaching.

"Nice dude," Kyle said. "That's it. Work it over and keep it
wet. Moisture's the key to a great blow job. Don't be afraid to use both
the top and underside of your tongue. The top's rough and gives a stronger
sensation, but the bottom is smooth and soft. Fuck yeah that's it!"

Apparently any hesitation he felt at the situation was evaporating quickly
as Justin tongued his dick. Now it was my turn.

Justin may have been a virgin, but his hole had definitely gotten a lot of
attention from Kyle earlier during our tag team. Between the mix of Kyle's
tongue, spit, precum, and fingers, the remainders of Justin's own load, and
the copious amount of precum flowing from my own slit, there wasn't a lot
of work to be done. He was about as ready as he was ever going to be.

I flexed my pubic muscles so that fresh precum blossomed in my slit, then
pinched my thumb and forefinger at the base of my shaft and worked them
slowly upward- forcing any extra lubricant out. Once I had a good glob, I
swiped it off my dickhead and gently spread it into Justin's boy hole. Then
I worked my hand up and down the length of my dick a few times to wet it as
well. Finally, I grabbed my 7 inches of throbbing teenage meat and placed
my tip at the entrance to Justin's fuck chute.

"Okay kid, here's how this works." Justin paused from licking Kyle's dick
and looked up at me as I continued. "I'm going to press forward. There's
plenty of lube, so don't worry about that. What I need you to do is pretend
that you're about to take a shit, okay?"

"What?!"

"Pretend you're taking a shit. Don't actually take one. Gross. What I mean
is, I need you to press and push a bit like you're trying to pinch one
off. That will open your hole and help my dick get in. Does that make
sense?"

"Um- I guess."

"Cool. Try and stay as relaxed as you can. Focus on sucking Kyle's cock,
relax, and push. That's all there is to it. Here. Lift your feet up and put
them over my shoulders. Hook them over so that your knees- yup. Just like
that."

I paused while Justin got the feel for his new position. With his legs on
my shoulders his hips were now elevated up off the surface of the table so
that he was resting on his upper back and shoulder blades. It probably
wasn't all the comfortable for him, but I didn't hear any complaints. And
anyway, he looked fucking hot. Kyle's dick was lying across his forehead
dripping spit and precum into his short brown hair, his gray eyes were
alight with passion, and the pose made him flex his midriff so that each of
his abdominal muscles were clearly visible. His smooth, hairless,
unblemished adolescent skin practically glowed in the late afternoon
sunshine. And I was going to fuck him.

"All set kid?" Justin nodded and went back to licking Kyle's cock. He was
now using his hands and fingers, and Kyle moaned as one of Justin's digits
worked its way back toward Kyle's hole.

It was now or never I guess. I reached down with my left hand to thumb the
edge of Justin's rosebud open slightly and aimed my dick with my right
hand. My spongy head pressed up against his hole and met some resistance,
but I slowly began to press forward.

"That's it, Justin. Push out just like we talked about, and stay relaxed."

He grunted, but he did as I asked. I kept the pressure steady and let him
do the work. Ever so slowly, I watched my mushroom tip disappear into my
little brother's fuck hole. He moaned as the first half inch of my teen rod
penetrated his virgin pussy.

"Good boy, Justin. That's it. The tip is in. Now keep pushing lightly and
focus on Kyle's cock. I'm going to push in some more."

I continued pressing and was rewarded with almost no resistance. He was
incredibly tight, which I expected considering this was the first time he
had a dick up his ass and he was so young, but I anticipated there would
have been more trouble. He was clenching me so tightly I felt like I should
have been able to see the outline of my dick through his stomach as I
pushed into him.

"Oh god, Cay," he moaned around Kyle's dick. "I can FEEL you inside
me. You're so HOT and so- so HARD. I can feel your penis pushing so
DEEP. SO DEEP. Oh God I feel you!"

"Shhh baby. It's okay. You're doing great. I can feel you too baby
boy. You're so hot and tight. Stay relaxed for me bro. I'm almost all the
way in."

Within moments I had bottomed out, and my wispy pubes were tickling
Justin's taint.

I paused to give him a minute to get used to the feeling of having my dick
buried all the way in him and looked up to see Kyle watching me. He had a
curious look in his eyes, half lust and desire and half something
else. Could it be hurt?

I called myself nine kinds of idiot. Of course Kyle was hurt. Of course he
was probably jealous. Not only had I fucked around with Justin earlier
today without him, I just called the kid "baby" as I was taking his
cherry. This is exactly what I didn't want to happen. No jealousy, no hurt
feelings, no recriminations. Just brotherly love.

Still bottomed out in Justin, I called out to my twin.

"Lean forward, Kyle."

He did, and the motion pushed his dick farther down Justin's face, but he
bent over our little brother as I moved toward him too. Our faces were
inches apart.

"I may be about to fuck our little brother," I whispered, "but I love you
bro. Just like I said last night. I'll always love you."

Kyle smiled and I could tell he was relieved. The hurt and jealousy fled
from his countenance to be replaced entirely by lust. We closed our eyes
and kissed each other while Justin sucked his dick and I kept myself balls
deep in our little brother's cunt. I tried to put as much feeling as I
could into our lip lock, and Kyle obviously was too. His tongue came
roaring through my lips and darted around the inside of my mouth. I sucked
it into me and gently bit the tip. He moaned, and I used the pause to dance
my own tongue with his. Eventually we slowed down, then pulled back. He
parted from me with a delicate brush of his lips against mine, and lightly
ran his tongue over them.

"Go ahead, Cay," he whispered back to me. "Fuck him har- OH SHIT!" he cut
off.

Justin had snaked his left hand under Kyle and had what looked to be two or
three digits fucking my twin's hole while he kneaded Kyle's balls with his
right hand and worked his dick over with his tongue. No wonder he stopped
speaking!

Kyle's face was a vision of ecstasy, and he was beginning to pant loudly
and moan with each thrust of Justin's fingers. Clearly he had given some
good instructions earlier, and Justin had taken to it like a pro. Having
Kyle's dick to focus on seemed to have helped him relax too. He was still
moaning around Kyle's cock, and I heard fragments of panted words like
"hard" and "hot" and "deep," but he was doing okay. What I kept hearing
with reassuring frequency was "So good."

It was time to get back to work myself. I slowly drew out until just the
tip was still in my little brother, then pushed forward again. I repeated
the process several times, increasing my speed slightly each repetition to
see how Justin would handle it. So far he was proving incredibly adept at
taking cock, and if he was in any pain it wasn't enough to deflate his
raging erection. It was angry and red looking from its workouts earlier in
the day, but it seemed ready for more.

I paused once more with my tip in about where I thought I could feel
Justin's prostate and flared my crown, then rolled my hips while giving a
couple of light thrusts to get his attention. Justin groaned at the
concentrated stimulation and looked down at me.

"Oh god, Cay. That feels so good. I love having your dick in me."

"I've just been loosening you up, Justin. You read to get fucked little
bro?"

"Oh yeah dude! Go ahead. Fuck me like you fucked Kyle this morning. I want
you to pound me- OH CRAP!" Justin cut off with a yell as I slammed my dick
all the way home. I pulled out and then slammed all the way into him again,
and his head bounced on the table.

"HOLY CRAP, CAY, OH GOD, OH JESUS UGH, UGH, UGH, UGH" he could barely keep
up as I went to work, driving my cock deep into his hot tight boy pussy. He
was loving every minute of it though. His socked heels were pressed into my
shoulder blades and I could see the muscles in his smooth, hairless legs
flex as he tried to pull me deeper into him. Fuck the kid was a natural!
Oh, he'd need some refinement on his technique, but that's nothing that
wouldn't come with practice, and what he lacked in skill he more than made
up for in enthusiasm.

Kyle looked on with lust as he watched me begin to utterly plow our younger
brother. Justin was doing a good job of servicing him, but the angles were
too awkward for him to get much more than the tip of his dick into Justin's
mouth. I had an idea.

Without pausing my thrusts, I addressed Kyle. "Hey dude. Hop up on the
table."

"What?"

"Hop up on the table, bro. Trust me."

Kyle shrugged and did as I asked. Justin reluctantly removed his fingers
from Kyle's ass and watched as he mounted the table and stood so that he
was facing me with his feet on either side of Justin's prone body. I about
jizzed when I saw Justin licking his fingers coated with Kyle's teen
ass-ence. I think I've created a monster.

I shook my head to clear that vision, then focused on my twin brother
standing on the table in front of me. I slid my hands down Justin's legs
and gripped around his calves, then motioned Kyle forward with my fingers
and opened my mouth. He grinned and shuffled forward to place his twin
teenage meat between my lips.

I moaned as his dick slid into my mouth. I could taste Justin's spit still
coating his pole, and the thought that we were swapping saliva in this
intimate way, conveyed through my twin's penis, was a huge turn on. The
flavors of boy spit and teenage precum mixed in my mouth and made my own
dick even harder inside Justin's ass.

It was a tough double gig- sucking my twin while fucking my virgin little
bro, but as hardships go I suppose it was okay. Kyle started to get into it
and essentially began to scull fuck me. He reached down and gripped my head
on both sides, twining my short blond hair in his fingers, then started
moving it in time to his pelvic thrusts. I had to adjust to the increased
size and girth after sucking off Justin's relatively small 5 inch boy cock,
but it came pretty naturally. After all, we'd been exchanging blow jobs for
so long it was natural to have my twin's dick in the back of my throat.

I found myself setting the rhythm of my own thrusts into Justin in time
with the facial pounding I was taking from Kyle. We set a tick tock
pattern: I'd pull out of Justin while Kyle would bottom out in my throat,
then shove my cock forward as Kyle pulled back. Tick tock, Suck fuck.

Tick. Kyle thrusts his dick forward and I feel the ridged helmet sliding
over my tongue until his slit bumps the back of my throat and angles
downward. I swallow and hum to work my throat muscles and increase the
stimulation on his organ as much as possible, then moan with regret and
lust as he starts to pull back. I don't want his cock to go!

Tock. My cock is on fire as I thrust forward into Justin's adolescent boy
pussy. As hot as my own appendage is, it feels almost like ice compared to
the inferno of his anal cavity. He flexes his stomach muscles and clenches
his cheeks around my dick, but I bottom out, flare my head, and roll my
hips slightly to increase the range of motion as I penetrate his willing
body. His ass has a mind of its own, trying to suck me in further, to pull
me deeper, willing me to explode deep inside of him, but it's not time
yet. I pull backward.

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.

If I thought the sounds Kyle and I made during Fun were hot, I had no idea
what to expect when the three of us were enjoying ourselves. Kyle's moans
and pants as he scull fucked me were predictable and familiar to me, as
were my own grunts and rumbles as I bred Justin's ass. But what spiced it
differently and made it 10 times hotter was the addition of Justin. His
pubescent screams as I buried my cock in his cunt were music to my ears. I
found myself pushing harder and faster, flaring my mushroom tip harder and
faster, trying to stimulate his little prostate, in an attempt to elicit
more from him. They complimented the midrange, scratchy notes coming from
Kyle and I with an almost-harmony in the high range, and brought everything
together in a way that was truly erotic. We were a veritable symphony of
teenage sex.

I glanced down on one tock cycle to see that Justin had sat up slightly to
lift his shoulder blades off the table. His abs were flexed completely as a
result, and he had one hand furiously jacking his boyhood while he was
working the other into Kyle's ass. The little guy just could not get enough
of fingering my twin! He had a look of intense passion on his youthful
face, and he was covered in sweat from our fucking. His cheeks were stained
red from exertion, and as I watched a bead of sweat began to trickle down
his forehead. I could feel matching tickles coming out of his ass, as my
precum and the remains of his own load from earlier began to slip out and
blend with the boy sweat covering his body. Looking up, I made eye contact
with my twin as he began to slide into my mouth again. God he was hot. His
hair was wet and sweat was running in rivulets down his heaving teenage
body. His biceps and arms were swollen from manipulating my head. He looked
like a sex god as he impaled me on his dick.

We weren't going to last much longer like this. Even as I thought it, I
heard Justin's moans change pitch yet again to a frequency I was beginning
to recognize as his orgasm range. Sure enough, he let out a primal scream
and I felt his ass clamp down on my dick as his second climax of the
afternoon washed through him.

"FUCK ME CAY OH FUCK I'M CUMMING CAY OH SHIT OH FUCK UGH UGH UGH" even as
he continued screaming I could feel his body clamp tightly around my dick
in pulses as his boy cream lanced out of his dick to cover his sweaty face
and torso. It was a pretty impressive load, especially considering it was
his third of the day and second in a relatively short period of
time. Little dude could shoot!

I couldn't help myself. I was going under sensory overload. The sounds of
Justin ejaculating, of Kyle assaulting my mouth, the SMELLS of everything-
teenage sweat and musk and adolescent semen- I couldn't hold on any
longer. My testicles drew up tight against my body, and I rammed forward to
plunge as hard and deep as I could into my baby brother. I felt my balls
explode as I bottomed out inside him, shooting my seed deep into my younger
brother while I groaned around Kyle's dick in my throat. Justin felt me
firing and responded to the liquid heat blossoming in his bowels by
screaming again.

"OH FUCK CALEB. YOU'RE FUCKING CUMMING INSIDE ME! OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT
OH SHIT!"

With two of us spewing our loads, it was only natural for Kyle to follow.

"Jesus, Justin. Oh FUCK Cay, here it comes! Take my seed, bro, take my
fucking JIZZ AH SHIT!" Kyle said, and with that he pulled out, jerked his
cock a few times, and then spewed his cum all over my face. The first shot
went over my head, the second third and forth coated my forehead, eyes, and
nose, and rest fell down on Justin's groin area.

All three of us were panting from the intensity of our orgasms, and the
only sounds to be heard were the soft drips as Kyle's load dribbled off my
face, my jizz started to seep out of Justin's ass, and the three of us
tried to get our breathing under control. My head whipped around as a
completely unexpected noise interrupted our post-sex haze.

The sound of applause.

There, standing in the doorway to the mud room, was James. He was still in
his gear from soccer practice, and his clothes were damp with sweat and
covered in dirt and grass. He was smiling broadly.

"Bravo boys," he said. "Holy shit that was hot!"

The three of us stayed exactly where we were, stunned by his presence. As
we watched, James slowly pulled his wet t-shirt up and over his head,
exposing his sculpted upper body, before throwing it to the ground. He
started walking toward the table still grinning like mad.

I had a feeling we weren't going to be leaving for swim practice just yet.



Cliffhanger! That's it for Chapter 3, boys. My apologies again for the
delay between postings. I'll keep trying to do better, provided I know
people are reading the story and like where it's going. Remember you can
check out my blog about The Week at ersatz345.blogspot.com. I also have a
hot tumblr you can peruse to tide you over between postings at
ej345.tumblr.com. Finally, I do my best to reply to all emails- especially
comments and suggestions! So email me at ersatz345@gmail.com

Finally, please remember that Nifty runs on your donations. Please support
them as you can! http://donate.nifty/org/donate.html

-EJ