Date: Sat, 31 Dec 2011 17:54:19 -0800 (PST) From: Tom Browning Subject: There's a problem with Logan, Chapter 4 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 Snow had fallen in the night before and then layer of powdery dust covered everything. Todd carefully steered the snow and ice; he was being extra careful because of his precious cargo. Carefully bundled and securely fastened in the backseat of the SUV was his little brother Logan. And while the team's focus was on snow and ice, his mind kept straying to the carefully bundled package in the back seat of the SUV."How's it going back there?" Todd beckoned to the young boy. His mind went to the makeshift routine that have evolved between the two boys. A routine that had Todd emptying his nut sack three times daily. In addition to the three loads, Logan would sometimes find time for more. Logan focused on the teen driver in the mirror, and smiled at him. To Todd the little boy looked perfectly fine. He looked ordinary even. No one would suspect what he was capable of, and even Todd had discovered how difficult it was to tell Logan no.Just the other day, mom had asked for help with Logan. "Logan has some sticky all over his face. Would you be a dear, take him upstairs for a change?" His parent had made a simple request, but even simple request can turn out difficult. He'd taken Logan upstairs, and stripped his shirt off overhead. Logan had his hands still up in air while Todd rifled through his closet for clean shirt. "Wash your face, get cleaned up for mom," the older boy said into the closet. He waited for the young boy to comply. Logan, of course, had other ideas and crowded the teenager closer to the closet. At first Todd was unsure if his brother understood him, when he felt Logan's hands on his waist he knew the misunderstanding was his own. Then he remembered this is how his little brother was now. The youngster had yanked down the older boys pants and underwear, and now cradled Todd's inflating penis. Under the watchful gaze of Spiderman, Thor and Capt. America posters, Todd received top-notch head from a seven-year-old boy who happens to be his brother. With Logan in a fresh shirt, the brothers rejoined the others downstairs. Todd began to wonder if the whole thing has been ploy when his mom reached over and began: "I don't know what's gotten into him. It was like he poured that on himself on purpose," she explained to her oldest. Looking over to Logan, she said, "why did you do that?" She shook her head. Kids these days. "I'm sorry, it was an accident," the seven-year-old had made a sad face and disappeared into the TV room. Todd gulped for air and found none. He stared at his mom with a bewildered look, and knew they've both been played. The whole scene replayed for him now as he drove slowly, cautious of other drivers and patches of lingering ice. "What do you want Santa to bring you? Have you been good enough?" Todd knew the answer to both questions, and it made him shiver in his driver's seat. Logan nodded his tobogganed head from his carseat. Todd looked at the boy, and wondered what Logan was thinking. Todd wondered what wheels were spinning inside that cum-soaked little mind of his. He knew that the boy was plotting his next feeding, and his crotch stirred. He thought about the laundry room, and the trap his brother had laid there the other night. Todd had come home late two nights ago. Trying to navigate the laundry room in the dark, Todd had lost his footing and took a tumble. Lying on his back, Todd tried to make sense of things when Logan bound his feet. Using ninja-like maneuvering the little one bound the 16-year-old's feet in one of his own T-shirts, just before dumping a basket of towels on Todd head. With his head swimming amidst freshly dried towels and wondering what the hell was happening, he felt a chill. With a surgeon's precision Logan deftly peeled back his brothers shirt exposing the boys abdomen, he honed in on Todd's navel. He stuck his tongue inside before kissing his way down to the older boy's boxers which were no barrier to the younger boy. Sensations wracked Todd's frame as he felt his brothers little weight on top of him. In total darkness Todd felt the boy swallow him completely and he knew it would not be long at all before he flooded Logan's mouth. The little one's technique had grown and now he used his hands more. Sometimes he stroked and jacked Todd to completion, and sometimes he gently caressed the older boy's balls. Right now Logan's hands had found their way onto Todd's ass; this was a first. Todd released a good moan into the towels, probably 30 of his moms good towels. Logan had his hands on his brothers cheeks, and he forcefully pulled the older teen toward his mouth. Todd had no choice but to comply, and so he arched his back, forcing a few more scant inches into Logan's mouth. His cock had to be stretching down into the boy's throat by now, but no resistance came. In no time at all, Todd shook, as was customary, emitted a few moans and began to empty his light load into the youngster's waiting mouth. Todd reeled, partially from the intense guilt feelings he always had after these encounters, and partially from the intense orgasm that has left his body sore. Then the boy was gone. He found the seven-year-old carefully cleaning his hand with his tongue. Licking between each digit, Logan cleaned and cleaned, sweeping over his skin delicately removing any traces of his brothers cum. When Logan was done, he looked over at the older boy and asked, "do you have some more?" Dazed at first, Todd shook his head no. He was more concerned with getting caught, and getting Logan back to his bedroom. He looked around the laundry room. Logan has been waiting for him to come home. This had all been a trap. Logan had laid it, and Todd had fallen into it unwittingly. His appetites had grown. Todd's thoughts lingered on the laundry room in the SUV now, and the little boy bundled safely in the back, as he drove over snow and ice. He gazed at the boy backwards in the mirror. From here he looked innocent enough, but Todd knew better. His brother could manipulate him very easily, so much so that Todd was never quite sure who was in charge. "Can we go to the park?" Logan piped up from the back seat. Todd frowned to himself. Mom's instructions had been to drive straight home, and it was cold at the park. He looked in the mirror and back at the boy. The boy was contorting his face oddly. Logan's lips had formed a tight circle, as his tongue circled, moistening everything. The second grader used his finger to point lewdly at the open wetness. The first thing that came to Todd's mind was: this is an open invitation. Of course the second thing, most naturally, that came to his sixteen year old mind was: my brother is an insanely driven cum-addict and this is an open invitation. Switching his phone to silent, the older boy u-turned and headed back toward the park. In the backseat, bundled carefully from the cold, and buckled into his car seat for safety, Logan clapped his hands and smiled to his brother. Todd smiled, and continued ahead, driving slowly on the icy road, while adjusting himself. A fifteen minute detour shouldn't be noticed.