Date: Wed, 28 Dec 2011 16:03:29 -0800 (PST)
From: Tom Browning <westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com>
Subject: There's a problem with Logan, part 2

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.  My name is Tom.  Reach out to me at:
westwwhirld-1@yahoo.com

Todd looked in the back seat at his brother Logan. He looked just like your
average seven-year-old brother. Brown hair, blue eyes, T-shirt and jeans, a
little underweight, this tyke seemed ordinary in every way possible.  Logan
was ordinary, or so Todd thought. Up until two nights ago when Todd's
darling baby brother had done something so unusual, so uncharacteristic
Todd knew something was wrong. There was a problem with Logan.

As Todd's mom drove, he looked fondly at his little brother buckled into
his car seat. He smiled at the boy, and the boy smiled back. Todd wondered
to himself if Logan remembered any of the events. He also wondered where
Logan had learned those words, and those actions. Where does a second
grader learn that stuff? Those actions, those words were not the words of
an ordinary second-grader.  Todd was sure of it: there was a problem with
Logan.

Todd's first thought was to tell his mom, to tell her everything. Every
embarrassing detail. Even if that meant getting grounded. Someone somewhere
had put those ideas in the little boy's head. Todd had let things get out
of hand. A good brother would've stopped Logan, corrected the boy. Taught
him about boundaries.

For two days straight Todd had an eagle eye on Logan. He was really worried
that next morning. What would Logan say? But the boy had come down for
breakfast just like usual. Logan talked about the normal stuff he always
talked about at breakfast: school, eating, and playing. Not a word was
uttered about the hand job the boy had given his 16-year-old brother the
night before. It was if nothing had happened.

Todd continued his observations determined to catch the smallest clue from
his brother about how he felt about the events in the TV room. But the boy
gave him none.

Up until today Todd had nothing. He decided his best course of action would
be to set Logan down, and have a talk with him. If you can make the boy
understand, and prevent any further mistakes, then he would not have to
involve his parents. Todd decided first thing in the morning he would talk
to his brother. The first time he saw him alone, he would approach the boy.

Todd was having and awesome dream. He was getting the blow job of a
lifetime. The feelings in his tender loins were unfamiliar to the growing
boy. And while the feelings radiated through his limbs, into his brain; the
16-year-old man child shook uncontrollably. He had never been on this level
before.

In fact, at some point in the dream Todd was certain that he was having a
seizure. His feet were shaking, his muscles were sore, and feeling ripped
through is tender flesh and he could do nothing about it. He looked for his
voice to make a sound, to cry for help, but when he tried all the came out
was a hollow rasping sound. Besides, Todd didn't really want help. He had
never had a seizure, but he did want these feelings to stop... It was out
of control.

Then just as quickly the feelings faded. What began as a wet, warm glowing
sensation in his underwear suddenly switched off and it began to say.

All of a sudden, Todd set up in wide-awake in bed. "Who's there?"

He scanned the room. Adjusting his eyes to his dark room, but the teen
could find nothing out of place. He cradled his slowly softening member
through his undies. He had climaxed. He had come. It was just like in his
dream, but here he was all alone. Or so it seemed.

He thought about his orgasm, this one and the one from two nights
ago. Uncomfortably Todd drew a line between both episodes: Logan. Todd felt
guilty thinking about his little brother now. He thought back to how
artfully his little brother had held him and brought to a climax. The
entire episode and probably scarred both boys for the rest of their lives.
Todd hoped not.

"Did that help?" A voice chimed in from the darkness.

Todd gulped air as beads of sweat crowned his forehead. "Logan? That you?"
Todd whispered. He sat up and began to scan the darkroom, but where was the
boy?

"I did that to help," the younger boy cooed. The voice seemed to be coming
from under his bed. The very thought gave Todd the creeps. But it also made
him think dark thoughts.

"You can't do that little brother. I thought we talked about this the other
night.... In the TV room." Todd was sitting up in bed, but there was no
sign of Logan. "Come up here so we can talk," he said. He patted the bed to
let the boy know the invitation was sincere.

Rising from the foot of the bed, Logan stood and looks every bit to seven
years. In fact, to Todd, his brother appeared somehow smaller, weaker. The
little boy went to his brother for any signs of approval, he scanned his
face. Logan frowned at what he saw there.

"Logan you cannot do that. You can't touch other boys. Especially not your
brother," Todd began. Thinking back, Todd was certain in the dream that he
was receiving head. But that meant.... Wait a minute

"I just wanted to help you. I wanted to make you feel good. I wanted to
make you less grumpy." Logan rambled all this off like it was a perfectly
acceptable explanation for his actions.

"Oh my God......," Todd began to feel sick. "What did you just do?"

He scanned his brothers face for the evidence and found it. A slimy trail
of something trailed on his brothers chin. Todd knew what it was, but
seeing it so out of place on his brother's face, he didn't want it to
register.

"Logan, what's that on your face?" Todd knew the answer. He did not need
the boy's answer. All the boy did was smile, and use his elbow to wipe away
the goo.  "Logan, how'd you...... Why did you?" Todd was at a loss for
words. His brother moved towards him. Instinctively Todd pulled away. "No."

Inside Todd's mind the wheels were turning. What had made his brother do
this stuff? And why was Todd enjoying it so? The pit in his stomach grew.

"I just wanted to help," the boy offered. Todd shook his head, "But you
just can't do that. You are my brother. My baby brother."

"Did it hurt you?" Logan looked at his brother's eyes, not sure what he was
seeing in their depths.  "God no, but you can't. It's grown-up stuff. You
can't do that stuff until you are older. Besides where did you learn that?"
Todd questioned the boy calmly.

"Nowhere," the boy said plainly. Todd thought: how can that be? Todd leaned
it forward. In the darkened light of his room he scanned Logan's face. He
could not tell if the boy was lying, but doing so would be uncharacteristic
of Logan.

Todd wasn't sure what caused this recent behavior from Logan. He felt
compelled to seek help elsewhere but a small part relished the feelings his
brother awakened within. He decided that Logan needed to be trained, the
boy needed proper instruction, and he needed to know that what they were
doing would get Todd in heaps of trouble. Thinking about everything he
needed, Todd pulled the boy close to his chest.

For now, Todd would have to keep this under wraps and his brother would
have to learn to keep this quiet as well. He worried that it all might be
too much for a boy as young and small as Logan. Todd was certain he could
uncover the causes of his brothers increased sexual appetites and hopefully
help Logan.  If that meant more good feelings for Todd, so be it.