Date: Thu, 08 Oct 2020 08:34:57 +0000
From: Arthur J Bach <arthurjbach@protonmail.com>
Subject: Nathan and Daniel, Part 6

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Nathan and Daniel, Part 6

I found Nino at our table, already eating his packed lunch.  I didn't mind
the cafeteria food at our school, and usually got a hot lunch.  I picked my
usual seat across from him, and we grunted a hello at each other as we
began eating.

I had been keeping my head down, hoping this whole rumor about me being gay
would blow over.  I had been staying away from Daniel, too.  During
swimming I had gone down a bit early and changed before he got to the
locker room and did the same at the end of class.  I knew he was hurting,
but things would be different when this was all forgotten about.  This was
middle school.  Pretty soon, something else would happen and the question
of my sexuality would blow away into oblivion.

"So, are you a cock sucker, or what?" Grant asked, plopping his cafeteria
tray right next to me.  "He was wearing a silver New England Patriots
hoodie.  I always noticed it because we didn't live anywhere near
Massachusetts, and he was the only kid at our school who actually liked
them.

On second thought, perhaps oblivion was wishful thinking.

"Fuck off, Grant," Nino said, not looking up from his sandwich.

"What? It's a fair question," Grant replied.  "I just want to know.  And
it's not just me.  It's everyone."

"Well, it's not anyone's business," Nino responded, finally looking up,
glaring at the blonde boy who persisted in tormenting me.

"WHAT'S not anyone's business?" Grant pushed back.

"Dude, just fuck off.  This isn't your table.  Go away."

"You know, Nino, you're making a pretty big effort to defend your friend.
Or perhaps he's MORE than a friend?"

Nino stood up, the scrape of his chair pushing back from his legs seemed
deafening to me.  "Last chance.  Fuck off, and leave our table."

Grant stood up, his chair pushing back as well.  "What are you going to do
about it, faggot?"

I stood up and faced Grant, who stood a whole head taller than me.
"Listen, asshole.  I'm not gay.  I like girls.  I'm thinking about asking
Ramsay out."

"Ramsay?  The eighth grader?" he scoffed.  "She wouldn't even look at you.
You probably don't even have hair on your balls yet, you faggot."

"Fuck off, dude!" Nino yelled, his anger reaching a boiling point.  "Why do
you care anyway?"

"Because it's fucking gross!" Grant said.  "I don't want to go to school
with some queer.  But if I have to, I want to know who it is."  Grant
turned towards me and looked me dead in the eye, his judgmental eyes an icy
shade of blue that sent a shiver down my spine.  "I'll ask you one last
time...is it you?  Are you the gay kid in our grade?"

I rolled my eyes at him, preparing to deny it once more.  As I opened my
mouth, a voice behind me spoke.

"It's not him.  It's me."

I turned to see who it was, even though I recognized the sound of his
voice.  Even if I hadn't been able to aurally tell who my rescuer was, I
should have known because...well...I just should've fuckin' known.

Daniel stood behind me, his face stoic, his posture tall, both feet planted
firmly on the ground.  He stood as if he was preparing to absorb something.
He stood as if he was standing for something.

"Are you serious?" Grant said.

"Yeah," Daniel responded.  "I'm gay.  So what?"

Grant stood up and grabbed his lunch tray and walked towards Daniel.  He
went to pass him by but stopped right by my hero's side.  He turned towards
him and sneered.

"I hope you enjoy burning in Hell.  Faggot."

Grant walked off, leaving the three of us standing there staring at each
other, not sure of what to say.  My eyes met Daniel's, and even though so
many thoughts permeated my brain, I found it difficult to find the
appropriate words.  We stared at each other silently for what seemed like
several seconds before Daniel walked past me and silently exited the
cafeteria.

With him gone, I turned back towards our table and sat down.  The mini
corndogs I had purchased just a few minutes prior suddenly didn't look so
appetizing.  Nino sat down across from me.

"Dude, what the fuck just happened?"

I shook my head, fighting back the tears, resisting the urge to cry in the
middle of my school's cafeteria.  "I don't know, man.  I don't know."

* * * * *


Easton and I were cuddled up together on the couch in the basement,
watching the third season of Stranger Things.  He was curled up against me,
and I had my arm wrapped around his body.  It felt good to be this way with
him, particularly after the day I had had.

I never ended up seeing Daniel the rest of the day.  I was supposed to go
over to Nino's house afterwards, but I was no longer in the mood and
elected to just head home.  Some downtime with my little brother, who
always seemed to know when something was wrong, was exactly what I needed.

The greatest thing about Easton was that, even if he knew something was up,
he didn't ask what was wrong.  He was just there for you.  He seemed to
know that I didn't want to talk.  I just needed someone to be with, someone
to hold.  And he was there for me in that way.

We were getting into the second episode, and it became obvious to me that
maybe, just maybe, the character Will was being hinted at as a gay
character.  There was a line where he said that he just didn't really like
girls, which perhaps could have been interpreted as that he just wanted to
play Dungeons and Dragons with his friends, or maybe that he just didn't
like girls, period.  Either way, I empathized with the cute brown-haired
boy.

I thought about what had happened earlier today, Daniel falling on the
sword for me, so to speak.  He had certainly come a long way in just a few
short weeks, from punching me after our shared kiss, to proclaiming his
homosexuality to the biggest asshole in our grade.  I felt a lot of things
when I thought of what he did, but the biggest was guilt and shame...not of
being gay or bi or whatever I was, but for not having joined him in his
stance.  I could have said something, so it wasn't just him up on the
cross, but I stayed in the shadows like a coward.

Like a coward.

I had pushed away the tears earlier today at lunch but watching the Will
character on Stranger Things and thinking about what had happened brought
it out of me.  I tried my best to hide it from my little brother, but my
sniffling gave me away, and he turned towards me and looked at me with
concern through his pretty blue eyes.

He got up and crawled onto my lap, straddling my groin.  While I still had
my shorts on, Easton was only wearing his white briefs.  He kissed me on
the cheek a few times before gently planting a couple of kisses on my lips,
which I gladly accepted.

Easton pulled his lips away and rested his forehead against my own, looking
at me.  God, he was so cute and sweet, despite the fact that he could be a
real impish shit sometimes.

"Do you think I'm a coward?" I asked quietly.

He shook his head, his forehead still attached to mine.  "You're the
bravest person I know."

I scoffed.  "No, I'm not.  I'm a coward."

"Why?"

"I had a chance to be brave today, and I blew it.  I just...I don't know
who I am."

"You're Nathan," Easton said simply.  "You're my big brother.  And you're
the best, ever."

"You're so sweet," I sniffed, and then kissed him.

"Is this about Daniel?" he asked.

I paused a moment, and then nodded my head.

"Do you like him?"

I paused once more, and then nodded.

"Then just go out with him."

"I'm afraid, Easton."

"Of what?"

I sighed, and held onto him tightly.  "Of losing this.  Of losing Hailey.
I love being close to you, and to her.  I don't want that to stop yet."

"Maybe it won't have to," he said, shrugging his shoulders.  "But I know
you like him.  And he's REALLY cute."

I smiled.  "He is really cute.  And he's really nice to me.  He stuck up
for me today.  I don't know if we can be like a...couple.  You know, like
Hailey and Nino."

He shrugged again.  "Who says?"

I sighed and kissed him on his right cheek.  "Maybe you're right."  It was
then that I noticed I was hard.  The close contact with my brother was
turning me on in spite of myself.  I looked down and saw his little boner
poking the front of his white briefs.  "You're hard, Easton."

He wiggled his butt on me, grinding on my erection.  "So are you.  Do you
want to put it in my bum?"

I nodded my head and kissed him again.

"I want to use the lotion today," he said, lifting himself off of me.  He
ran into the bathroom, and while he was gone I slipped my shorts and briefs
down my legs in one fell swoop, leaving me totally nude, my rock hard boner
pointing straight up from my body, accented by the little brown bush at the
root of my cock.

When Easton came back in with the big bottle of lotion that we liked to use
when we had anal sex, I saw that he was already naked, having discarded of
his briefs.  He ran over to me and handed the bottle to me.

"First, put some in my buuuummmmm," he said, drawing out the word with a
very silly voice.  I smiled and pumped some of the white lotion into my
right hand, taking the slick slime and pushing it at his backdoor which he
had presented to me.  Easton's hole was clean, pink, and tight, and he
groaned as my pointer finger easily slipped into his butt.  I pushed in,
spreading the creamy substance around, slickening his ass up.  I pushed
deep until I was completely buried in his hole, flicking his immature
prostate with the tip of my finger.  I pulled my pointer finger out and
added the middle, stretching his hole out even more.  He got quiet now, a
look of concentration on his face.

Satisfied that he was stretched enough for me, I pulled my fingers out
completely.  He looked at me, a dazed, hazy look in his eyes until he
snapped back to reality, remembering where he was and what he was supposed
to be doing.

"And now," he said, grabbing the bottle, announcing what he was doing as if
he was a play-by-play commentator for a hockey game.  "I'm going to put
some on your...DING-DONG!" He said the last words with a comedic growl that
made me laugh, the first time I had really smiled all day.  Easton pumped
the lotion on his hand and immediately began to lather my cock with it,
starting off slow and gradually building his speed, lubing up my cock for
his hole.

Easton let go of my cock, shiny and white from the copious lotion, and he
got up to straddle my body.  He put both of his feet on the couch on either
side of my thighs and lowered his body down, pointing my cock at his
waiting hole.  I felt the tip graze his hole, and then he pushed, his
tight, little boy hole totally swallowing up my dick.  His ass gripped me
tight, squeezing my perfectly, and both of us groaned as my little
blonde-haired, blue-eyed brother rode my cock.

I gripped his hips as Easton fucked me like a porn star.  Everyone was
home, but we were feeling bold and there was a bit of a thrill in the risk.
We grunted and moaned as the tight, wet, tissues of his ass milked my four
and a half inch boner, pleasuring every single cell of my penis.

"God, you're so tight, Easton," I moaned, pushing my groin up into his
butt.

"Mmmm," he groaned.  "Your ding-dong feels sooooo good."

As he continued to ride my cock, I reached down and stroked his little
dick, some of the lotion still left over in my hand, and Easton began to
squirm as I stroked his hairless kiddie dick.  Easton's moaning grew louder
now as he whined while I stroked him.

"You're gonna make me cum," he whined, bouncing up and down on me even
faster now.

"Yeah, Easton, cum for me, baby boy!"

"Ugghhhhh!" he grunted out as I felt his cock spasm in my hand, kicking and
pulsing as his body convulsed from his dry orgasm.  His already tight
butthole clamped down on my cock, and I roughly flipped him on his back and
began to power fuck him, still stroking his little dick.  Our cries became
one as my orgasm finally hit me like a run away car, and I fired my watery
semen into his little butt.  I pounded and pounded and pounded, every
thought in my mind on the tip of my penis as I came into my little
brother's butt.

My cum began to diminish and my fucking slowed.  I held my dick in Easton's
butt as our breathing returned to normal.  We stared into each other's
eyes, and I leaned down and kissed him, and we began to make out, our
tongues slowly exploring the other's mouths.

As we frenched, I could hear the doorbell ring, but it sounded hazy and
foggy, like it was a million miles away.  The only thing I was thinking of
in the moment was our tongues battling and my dick buried in my brother's
butt.

The sound of the basement door opening snapped us out of our moment.

"Nathan!  It's for you!" my mom called from the top of the steps.

I pulled away from my brother in a flash, and Easton sprinted towards the
bathroom.  I quickly found my briefs and shorts and pulled them up,
stuffing my wet, wilting cock away.  I looked down and could see that there
was still a noticeable tent, so I reached in and pointed my cock upwards so
it laid flat against my stomach.  It was going to hurt like hell later to
peel away my dry dick from my underwear like this, but I needed to get a
move on upstairs.

Satisfied that I was prepared to face the public, so to speak, I walked up
the steps and found myself in the kitchen.  My mom was standing there,
waiting for me.

"Who is it?" I asked.

She gave me a funny look and shrugged, motioning towards the door.  "It's
for you."

I looked out the kitchen window towards our pool and saw that it was
raining.  I turned and made my way to the front door.

When I arrived, I saw a familiar face, his blonde hair darkened wet from
the rain.  Everything about him was soaked as he wore a pair of black sweat
pants and a gray hoodie.

"Daniel?" I said, astonished at who I was seeing in front of me.  "What are
you doing here?"

"I'm sorry, I know this is kind of a surprise, but I needed to see you."
He sounded a bit out of breath.

"Did you ride your bike here?  Again?" I asked, seeing his two wheeled mode
of transportation laying on the ground behind him.

"Yeah.  I kinda ran away.  Can I stay the night?"


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Thank you for reading!  This is one of a series of connected brother/sister
stories that can be found in the Nifty Bi – Incest Archive.  The other
stories include (in order):

"Sharing a Bed"
"My Sister's White Bikini"
"Beds and Bikinis"
"The Bikini Returns"
"Welcome to Our Bed"
"Nathan and Daniel"
"Beds, Bikinis, and Mistletoe" (coming soon)

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