Date: Mon, 26 Dec 2011 10:44:19 -0800 (PST)
From: westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com
Subject: There's a Problem with Logan

The entire work is fabricated, and I am the writer.  My first sexual
experience was with a cousin.  We were both underage, and while we both
enjoyed our times I do not condone sexual play with minors.  I would love
to hear what my readers think.  Reach out to me at:

westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com

There's a Problem with Logan

Agreeing to keep an eye on his little brother Logan was not how Todd had
intended to spend the very best parts of Christmas holiday.  But with his
parents out shopping for last minutes gifts, Todd wanted to play the role
of good son.  Here lately--the last month specifically--Todd had gone out
for his way to help his parents around the house, even if that meant
keeping an eye on little Logan.  Todd, wasn't that great of a son, he just
wanted to get everything he wanted for Christmas.  Beside he didn't have
any plans this evening.

Logan wasn't that much of a handful.  Right now the kiddo was playing in
his own room, entertaining himself, and out of Todd's hair.  Todd was close
to his brother, he loved him a lot, but they were Logan was seven, under
five feet, 50 lbs, brown hair & a bundle of energy.  Todd had just turned
sixteen last March, and had topped the six foot mark, and less than 140lbs.
Logan looked like a little version of Todd, and some day Logan would grow
up and look more like Todd.  But for right now, the seven year old was in
his room.

"Logannnn!" Todd yelled at the top of his lungs.  The credits rolled on the
television screen, and Todd stomach grumbled.

Not hearing a response, Todd headed to the kitchen.  Scouring the fridge
for food, Todd returned from the kitchen with a glass of OJ and a bowl of
pretzels.  Still no sounds from Logan.  He headed back to the tv room.

When Todd entered the room he could see his little brother sprawled on the
couch.  The little one looked funny laid out like that.  Logan was wearing
little pj shorts, no shirt & a big smile.  This, of course, made Todd
smile.  He loved his brother very much.  He set down the pretzels and OJ.

As Todd settled into the couch, Logan got up & repositioned himself.

"Can I watch tv with you?" Logan begged, smiling big.

"Sure thing, squirt," Todd smiled.

"Can I sit in your lap?" Logan chirped.

There was plenty of room, so Todd obliged by patting his thigh with his
hand.  This served as a warm invitation for the little boy who bounded into
and onto Todd's lap.  Todd was also ready for bed, wearing a t-shirt & some
old blue sweat pants.  This scene was a scene that had played out a million
times before on any given night of the week: both boys huddled together
watching Avatar (again) in the family room.

As the credits rolled, Todd awoke with a start.  The movie had ended, and
Todd shifted his weight slowly on the couch.  His little brother had moved,
and his head know lay on Todd's leg, while Logan's arms were draped across
his lap.  Right now Logan was a lifeless mass across the midsection of
Todd's body.  Logan's was lying face down, so Todd was unable to see the
boy's eyes.  Todd could tell by his breathing & posture that little Logan
was asleep.  Moving imperceptibly slow, Todd stretched his legs & arms as
much as possible.  Upon finishing stretching, Todd felt the familiar ache
of his loins: Todd had the very beginnings of a woody.

Unsure whether the weight of his brother's body pressing upon his groin was
creating pleasure or discomfort, Todd stilled his breath.  He focused in
more on his growing tumescence and the breathing of his little brother.
Logan continued to exhale and inhale, each time slowly shifting Todd's teen
meat.  Not wanting to disrupt his brother's slumber, Todd stayed still.
The last thing he wanted right now was Logan waking up, and asking
questions.  Besides this felt a little good.

Todd had been masturbating regularly since he was 13 years old.  He had
first whacked off when he was looking at pictures in his father's
encyclopedias.  There in his father's den, Todd had sat sprawled amongst
various volumes rubbing himself to climax.  Afterwards, spent he sat there
exhausted looking over the mess he'd just created & reeling from the
electric charge still pulsing through his young body.  He was convinced
that jacking was a huge sin, and he prayed for forgiveness immediately
following.

Up to now, Todd had enjoyed a healthy masturbation routine.  Once in the
morning, once after school & once before going to sleep.  Other times in
the day when he would pop a boner, Todd would ignore it.  One time getting
hard in the school library, he just stayed seated until the throbbing faded
and his little penis calmed down.  He was never able to tame his youthful
erections, nor his need for prayer after.  This routine kept Todd happy &
healthy for the past few years.

But right now as the shaft of his sixteen year old penis slowly inflated,
Todd was immensely aware of the body of his little brother laying just atop
him.  Todd thought to himself, "How is it that Logan can't feel that?"
While Todd was no huge stud, he did proudly own a full five inch penis,
which, when fully erect, was only slightly thicker than his thumb.  And
right now it felt like only the thinest layer of material was between Todd
and his brother.  Todd was no doubt leaking precum, soaking his underwear
and ultimately the sweat pants.  He could envision little Logan sitting up,
feeling the wet lick of slime across his cheek, and asking, "What's that?"

When Todd checked again, he was certain Logan was asleep and that Todd was
in a bind.  Todd couldn't afford to have his young brother wake up.  Todd
hatched a plan to get up, picking up the little boy in the process, and
tote him to bed.  It was way past his bedtime, so that would make a perfect
sense.  He just needed to clean up the boy's face, if there was actually
anything on it.

Todd braced his muscles to get up lifting the boy when he felt a shift in
his lap.  Somehow Logan's breathing & shifting had moved the boy to where
his little hand gently cradled the outline of Todd's erection.  Todd
gulped, and stopped breathing.  Right now time slowed, and Todd was feeling
sick.  Normally, when Todd's jacked off he did so to fantasies of girls at
school, or to videos he found online.  Right now, any hint of sexuality in
this situation was being marred by the fact that Logan's hand was so close
to his skin, perhaps even causing some of the problem.

Todd sat back in the couch, he relaxed his breathing.  Gulping again, beads
of sweat popped up on his forehead and brow.  He was feeling so guilty
right now.  He would have a lot of explaining to do if this little guy woke
right now.  That said the current electrical sensations coursing through
Todd's lap was too much to resist.  Todd needed to put his brother to bed,
and jack off quick.  He needed to release this pressure building that was
slowly beginning to mature.  Todd was staring at his little brother's back,
when he felt a slight tightening around his cock.  He wasn't sure what was
happening at first, but he blamed his own penis.  It nearly felt like Logan
was trying to wrap his hand around Todd's penis.  But that was insane, and
silly.  But the sensation was there.  It was Logan's hand, and while it
wasn't completely clear what Logan was doing, it was causing a dire
reaction in his brother's genitals.

Upon feeling his brother's little fist become more vise-like, let out an
audible gasp of breath.  The little boy lifted his head ever slightly.
Todd could barely see his brother in the darkened room.  There were no
traces of precum on the boy's face as he had originally feared.  He looked
at his little brother in the face and saw something else.  Logan smiled.

"Let me take care of you," Logan mouthed in a whisper. He wasn't asleep.
At first Todd was distracted by this single fact, and not by the words this
little boy was saying.  Todd's brain was in a fuzz, and his dick was still
being squeezed by a seven year old, when things clicked.

Logan mouthed again, breathlessly, "Let me take care of you."

Todd still sat speechless not knowing what to do or say.  He was
simultaneous thinking what is my little ding-dong brother doing, why is he
doing this, and what will Mom and Dad think.  Todd pushed Logan's hand
away, and sat up.

"No. That's not okay Logan. " He shook his head.  His eyes were wide now.

"Let me take care of you," Logan smiled moving his hand back to his
brother's lap.

"Stop saying that. Oh my god, what the hell?" Todd was so freaked out, but
little Logan was still balanced across his lap.

The little boy smiled brightly, and pressed his body into his brothers.
Todd was confused.  Odd little movements let Todd know that his brother was
somehow getting off grinding his body into Todd's lap.

"Where did you learn that?" Todd questioned his brother.  "Who taught you
that?"

Frowning the young boy looked down, and pulled his hand away.

"Seriously Logan, where did you learn that?" Todd was upset, but his
erection persisted.

The little one looked sheepish, and finally muttered a word.  "Nowhere."

"That's not ok to do.  You should keep your hands to yourself." Todd tried
to not sound so harsh. He'd never raised his voice at Logan.

"I wanted to make you feel good." Logan said.  He still looked sheepish and
scared.  Todd felt his brother's weight shift, and he felt Logan's hand
move toward his lap.  Todd was speechless again.  Todd thought to himself
how did a little boy of seven know about this stuff?  Why had it felt so
good?  Where are Mom & Dad?  Todd switched the tv to news and turned the
volume down a little bit.

Todd wanted to explain to his brother why this was not okay.  He wanted
Logan to know that touching himself was fine, acceptable, and even
important.  But Logan needed to know about boundaries as well, but how to
start.

"Logan, I love you baby brother, you know I do, but you can't," he said
looking down to the boy.  Logan smiled, and his little hand tightened
around his brother's knob.  Todd moved his hand to Logan's to pull it away.

"You cannot do that..." Todd began, but something in Logan's grasp was too
much for the sixteen year old. Logan tightened his grip.  The electric
feelings were back.

The little boy began an up and down motion not too different from Todd's
own masturbatory technique.  Still laying on his stomach, Logan was able to
stretch out along the couch as he propped up on his elbow as stroked his
brother.

Inside Todd's guts churned, he knew deep down this was so wrong.  That his
brother's actions in the last 2 minutes set off a red flag; Todd should
call his parents.  Doctors, counselors, pastors even.  Something was wrong
with Logan.  Somethings been happening to Logan, some one, somewhere has
been molesting his little brother and causing the boy to act out like this.
In his mind Todd reached down and pulled Logan's hand away, but in reality
he did something very different.  He did something that really surprised
him, and probably surprised little Logan as well.  Todd reclined back.

Todd leaned back, and Logan took that as an invitation.  Seven years old
and aggressively pulling on his brother's fully erect cock, Logan grinned.
He looked up to see Todd's eyes flutter closed, and then back down to his
handy work.  Logan was really working his brother penis artfully through
the sweat pants.  Todd, shifting between feelings of immense ecstasy and
grating guilt, shuttered against the impending finish.  He breathing was
hoarse, ragged.

Todd looked down on his brother.  Logan was staring intently on his brother
erection and the outline it made in the teen's grungy sweats.  Logan could
tell his brother was close.  Todd always made these sounds when he was
close to finishing.  Logan looked up at his brother.  He could tell the
sixteen year old was wrapped up in this by the way his brow shivered and
trembled.  Todd's breaths came in quick gulps, and he shook all over.
Logan could feel these shutters as his brother's body heaved and moved
beneath him.

Logan was smiling when Todd stopped all movement, emitted a final cry,
followed by a shutter.  The material around Logan's hand began to darken
with moisture.  Todd's healthy load unloaded, saturating the undies and the
sweats completely through.  Logan saw this and smiled to himself.  He
looked up at his brother.  Todd's face was dark, and at first he was unable
to determine what he was thinking or feeling.

Todd was still reeling from the whole thing.  He wasn't sure how they'd
gotten to this point.  He wasn't sure about anything, but he knew he had to
get up and get cleaned up.  It was at that moment he caught the look of
Logan.  The little boy was looking at him, awaiting some approval for the
job he'd done.  Todd had never felt like that before, no one had touched
him before, and it felt so good, but it was his little brother.  He felt
confused and looked down at the little boy.  Todd smiled at Logan, and the
boy lit up.

Outside the garage door opened, and Mom & Dad pulled in.  Logan, looking
afraid again, looked up to Todd.

Todd stood, carrying the boy, and hurried upstairs.  Logan needed to be in
bed, and Todd needed to change.  He would have to talk to his brother about
this tomorrow.  This could never happen again.